#Red Triangle Ban

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jon_elk

The Triangle 🔻 is used by Hamas’s Al Qassam, they share in their videos, posts and to celebrate the killing of Israelis and Jews. It literally have become equivalent to a swastika symbol used by a terror organization.  Do you agree with Germany’s decision?

[yeesiine]

If you fall in love in 3 days, text me you are my type.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: About

[Art by: @tearosepedall]

[Jerk Ford Not a jerk to his brother and only his brother The most hated Ford in the Multiverse]

[Doesn't need as much protecting Teen Jerk Ford: F#ck off Teen Stan: Ford! Don't do that!]

[Stan is a well liked guy Stan never ended up homeless, because Ford believed him]

Ford was the worst type of student because he's really good at everything that he does, just like any other version of himself. Like, the teachers were mad he was their best (academically speaking) student.

They'd prefer it if he was a delinquent who never did his homework and showed up late to class. But no, he not only did all of his assignments, but he also did extra credit that he didn't need, and showed up early to everything. Just like all of the other Fords.

He was the Chess, Spelling Bee, and Debate Team champion all four years he was in high school. He could have skipped several grades and only didn't because ya know, twin. And this continued while he was in college and got his 12 PHDs.

Stanley was his only supporter in all of that because everyone wanted him to fail. Some people (like their parents) even tried to pressure Stan into also hating his brother but one of the Universal Constants is that you can't make Stan hate his brother. People didn’t even bring up the fact that Stanley wasn’t the genius twin, people called him the ‘good twin’ because he wasn’t a jerk.

Stanley is just a regular guy in this AU. He was never a criminal or con artist. He went to Backupsmore University with Stanford and Fiddleford (Fiddleford would sometimes use Stan to pass messages along to Ford, because he did not want to talk to Ford if he didn't have to). He's a Chemistry Teacher who also helps out with Theatre.

[Bill: You tricked me!!! Jerk Ford: Skill Issue]

[Jerk Ford, to all other AU Fords: Wait! You all actually fell for that triangles flattery?! LOL]

He knew Bill Cipher was just f***ing with him with all of that talk of "I'm a muse" and "You're more special than everybody" (he already knew that he doesn't need a triangle to validate that). Ford just wanted to flip the script on him in the end in the most elaborate 1980s version of Jackass you've ever seen.

All of the other Fords hate him so much not just because he's a jerk (that's the majority of the reason though), but because of how weirdly competent and self-actualized he is comparatively speaking.

He didn't fall for Bill tricks. He's so sure of himself that he doesn't have the same hero (or villain, depending on the AU) complex. He doesn't want to take over the universe, or be the savior of it, or even be the one who kills Bill Cipher. He's just a jerk to everybody (except Stan) because he likes being a jerk.

Jerk Ford is one of the few Fords who maxed out his Charisma. He just uses that charisma to make people hate him instead of like him

Because charisma isn't just 'likability', it's your Presence and Force of Personality. His presence is so strong all he has to do is walk into a room, and you know he's an a**hole.

If you were to sum up what Jerk Ford is like around other Fords, it's like this:

"Every Stanford Pines in the multiverse reviles and despises that man."

Jerk Ford: You all want to be me so bad.

"NO WE DON'T YOU A**HOLE"

[Mabel: He's not actually THAT big of a jerk right?" Dipper: *wants to strangle him* Jerk Ford: Stanley who are these twerps?]

[Stan: Oh! They are family poindexter, Shermies grandkids! Jerk Ford: I see *doesn't care*]

If I were to give Jerk Ford a unique design to set him apart from Fords of other AUs, his turtleneck and muddied boots are swapped with these:

The hoodie is the usual red colour, the font is probably the same gold colour as his zodiac symbol. The puffed croc boots are also probably the same colour as canon Fords.

He doesn't have any embarrassing tattoos because the tattoo artists of Gravity Falls would never service Ford. Because he's not just banned from every establishment in Gravity Falls, but if he enters any business you are legally allowed to and encouraged to shoot him.

In fact Bill gave up possessing Ford to ruin his reputation with the townsfolk early on because nothing he did was worse than anything Ford did by himself.

You know how Ford drew himself coming out of the portal with aura in Journal Three?

Most of the other Fords try to look cool, and you just have this dude over here who doesn't give a s*** because he already believed his own hype. He doesn't feel the need to be ✨Extra✨ unless if he's being mean or generally unpleasant to somebody.

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[unsolicited-opinions]

this is a genuine question: why do you think the queer community is so bad when it comes to the antisemitism and even the overt Hamas support? I can’t figure it out at all. Jews have always been a huge part of and even pioneers in the community. now we’re banned and harassed and unsafe. I see a pride flag online these days and feel terror because I expect a watermelon or red triangle to be right next to it, it’s happened so often. I’d feel safer in a church than at a pride event. why do they hate us so much now? even those of us who are also part of that community?

I've been trying to figure that out, too.

I was pretty sure that the origin was in postmodern academia, but I didn't know much more.

I have never formally engaged with Queer Studies, nor with Gender and Sexuality Studies,so I had no idea where to start.

Someone on #jumblr (I regret that I don't recall who) pointed out this collection of essays, Poisoning the Wells: Antisemitism in Contemporary America.

Chapter 2 is "Pinkwashing Antisemitism: The Origins of Queer Anti-Israeli Discourse by Dr. R. Amy Elman.

I'm way outside my wheelhouse here, despite holding a degree in one of the social sciences.[1]

I'm going to try to summarize this in a way which is shorter and more digestible than reading the whole thing, but there's a link to the whole thing at the bottom of this Very Long Post.

Disclaimers:

1. Acknowledging the depth of my ignorance:

I don't have the contextual knowledge to know with confidence if this is an intellectually honest argument, or even if the history is fairly presented. If anyone on Jumblr has more experience studying this topic, I'd sure welcome their thoughts.

2. A note to LGBTQ+ readers on "queer":

I understand that some in the LGBTQ+ community don't care for the term "queer," and some regard it as a slur. I have tried, for this reason, to cease using this word in my daily life. Below, I'm going to use the word "queer" a lot here, however, because Elman does and the scholars she discusses do. If you're among those who dislike this term or find it hurtful, I hope that you will not see my doing so as a slur or an insult

3. My editorial comments are in blue.

4. This is long. Not as long as the article itself, but long for Tumblr. You are forewarned.

Got a coffee or an energy drink?

Continue below the break:

Elman says the increasing appeal of queer politics was for specifically millennials, and the BDS movement actively pursued a "queer" plank to broaden its appeal.

This tracks.

She says that Leaders from both movements saw a potential for synergy, with some suggesting queers could transform BDS from a "vanguard movement" to a "popular" movement.

Elman gives a history of the "Queer Movement" in which she argues its adherents are particularly susceptible to BDS's "pinkwashing" accusations.

She says:

- "Queer" is an intentionally broad, deliberately ambiguous term encompassing various sexual and gender minorities who reject traditional LGBT politics as conservative.

- The queer movement emerged in the late 1980s and early 1990s in opposition to both neo-liberalism and feminists who critiqued sadomasochism (S/M) and the sex industry.

- This opposition to feminist critiques of the eroticization of inequality, says Elman, is a crucial factor in understanding queer politics' susceptibility to antisemitism.

- Elman says early queer activists prioritized passion over reason, making them potentially vulnerable to harmful ideologies.

The Feminist Sex Wars

- There was conflict, says Elman, between lesbian feminists and proponents of S/M, arguing that the increasing acceptance of S/M within the lesbian community weakened its ability to resist fascist values.

I don't see the need to politicize whatever one enjoys in private as long as it is safe, sane, and consensual, but okay.

- Elman draws a parallel between the eroticization of fascism in the past (referencing Susan Sontag and Sheila Jeffreys' concerns about Nazi aesthetics in queer subcultures) and the current uncritical embrace of certain radical ideologies.

- Elman says the embrace of "outlaw" identities and the downplaying of the harmful implications of S/M practices (including the use of fascist symbols for parodic purposes) are problematic trends within queer politics.

Which made me think of seeing Queers for Palestine protestors calling Jews "Nazis" and combining the swastika with the mogen David.

- Elman argues that the rise of queer politics led to the silencing and marginalization of lesbian feminists who focused on women's rights and opposed the industrialization of sexuality and S/M.

Like Andrea Dworkin?

- Elman says Queer Theorists have dismissive attitudes towards lesbian feminist concerns and that the once-flourishing spaces and intellectual contributions of lesbian feminists were diminished within the broader "queer" coalition.

As a cishet man, I had thought the broadening of the movement, the addition of each letter in LGBTQ+, gave all parts of it more strength, but it seems obvious to me now that lesbian concerns aren't always the same (and may not be aligned with) gay men's concerns, enby concerns, trans concerns, etc.

I can see how being subsumed by a larger movement could dampen the voices of its different component populations and diminish the perceivability of the points on which they don't agree.

Judith Butler features prominently here.

- Elman seems to say Butler's nuanced stance on her lesbian identity is rather different from her non-nuanced Jewish identity, and it is "as a Jew" that she declares her anti-Zionism.

...in 1989, [Butler] was asked to provide a lesbian lecture and responded that she would rather describe herself as "being" homosexual because identifying as lesbian felt "neither true nor false." Yet, she demonstrates no similar reluctance to claim a Jewish identity years later. To the contrary, it is "as a Jew" that she condemns Israel and vows to develop a Jewish opposition to Zionism.

A decade after Butler vacillated over being lesbian, she similarly described her nearly two-decade-long relationship to S/M discourse as "active and complicated," a position in keeping with the tenor of her fourth book, The Psychic Life of Power. In it, Butler speaks of her "paradoxical" embrace of "injurious" names because they "constitute" her "socially."

Huh. Jewish identity without nuance? I'm not sure I've ever seen that...?

- Elman says Butler's engagement with S/M discourse and her concept of erotically embracing oppressive power structures are linked to the potential eroticization of antisemitism and the demonization of Israel.

As Martha Nussbaum explains, the central thesis of The Psychic Life of Power is that “we all eroticize the power structures that oppress us, and can thus find sexual pleasure only within their confines.”

If Nussbaum is correct, there may be no better explanation for the ongoing eroticization of antisemitism and the demonization of Israel.

So concerned was Nussbaum by Butler’s influence on American women’s studies programs in the 1990s that she concluded,

"There is despair at the heart of the cheerful Butlerian enterprise. The big hope, the hope for a world of real justice, where laws and institutions protect the equality and the dignity of all citizens, has been banished, even perhaps mocked as sexually tedious. Judith Butler’s hip quietism is a comprehensible response to the difficulty of realizing justice in America. But it is a bad response. It collaborates with evil. Feminism demands more and women deserve better."

"Hip quietism" makes me want to read more Nussbaum.

Butler was chair of the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (later renamed Outright First)...which was a UN recognized organzation. While the name might cause the casual observer to to think it would focus on gays and lesbians, it has seemed to focus on Israel.

Outright First claims it advances LGBT rights through awards consistent with its agenda, yet the first of these was not made until 2005, fifteen years after its founding and the same year that BDS was ostensibly established.

That year, the organization honored Mary Robinson, who decriminalized homosexuality as Ireland’s first woman president (from 1990-1997).

Robinson also served as the UN’s first woman High Commissioner for Human Rights and, in this capacity, Robinson oversaw the 2001 UN World Conference against Racism, Xenophobia and Related Intolerance in Durban, South Africa.

Despite the conference’s noble rhetoric, the antisemitism that it manifest led Robinson to resign in disgrace.

It was in Durban that “anti-racist” organizers revived the scurrilous Soviet charge from decades earlier that Zionism is a form of racism and Israel is an apartheid state. Although Robinson called these allegations inappropriate and unacceptable, she did not reject the conference’s final declaration that contained them.

Ach. The feckin' Irish again.

...in 2008, Desmond Tutu became the second recipient of the organization’s “Outspoken” Award. Tutu, a Nobel prize winning anti-apartheid activist, is also an outspoken critic of Israel for “practicing apartheid” in its policies against the Palestinians. While he too condemned bigotry against gay men and lesbians, like Robinson, Tutu may be better known for his opposition to Israel than for any long-standing and deep defense of LGBT rights. Thus, one wonders whether the “critical partnerships” Outright First fostered were less those that promoted the world’s LGBT communities than those that helped legitimize anti-Israel activism.

This example, it seems to me, is a more appropriate illustration of “pinkwashing”:

that is, pinkwashing may be less about bolstering Israel’s reputation than providing Israel’s sworn enemies a seemingly progressive mask behind which to conceal their animus.

Pinkwashing, Triangles, and Softcore Holocaust Denial

The term "pinkwashing" initially referred to corporate profiteering from pink-themed breast cancer awareness campaigns.

Elman contrasts this with the reclamation of the pink triangle by gay activists as a symbol of defiance after the Stonewall riots, noting that this is a "disturbing" appropriation of a Nazi symbol.

Years before American corporate executives bolstered sales through gender-conforming pink promotionals to women, American gay male activists openly embraced pink to signify their gendered defiance after the Stonewall riots of 1969.

This political reclamation manifested itself in their adoption of the pink triangle Nazis used to denote and facilitate the destruction of those men they identified as homosexual. That this exclusively male Nazi symbol came to signify LGBT rights is disturbing and reveals a movement that, whether through ignorance or choice, embraced a fascist aesthetic

Is that fair? The idea of reclaiming is to take the symbol away from the oppressor and redefine it, right?

ACT UP's use of the pink triangle and its analogies between the AIDS crisis and the Holocaust are presented as examples of "softcore" Holocaust denial that paved the way for later strained comparisons.

By 1987, the Nazi pink symbol gained American prominence when the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power (ACT UP) used it for its logo, which also read “Silence Equals Death.”

Founded by Larry Kramer, ACT UP’s mission involved combating the public’s indifference to “the AIDS Holocaust.” Equating the epidemic with Jewish genocide, ACT UP’s gay pride float that year depicted a concentration camp within which activists posed behind barbed wire. Kramer’s book, Reports from the Holocaust: The Making of an AIDS Activist, further popularized this agitprop and the pink triangle marked its cover. As the HIV death toll mounted across the globe, ACT UP’s rhetoric and the Nazi triangle became internationally ubiquitous

So Elman believes this was softcore Holocaust denial through universalization/appropriation by the queer movement.

Holocaust images...absent the Jews. We see a lot of that on social media from the LGBTQ+ community right now.

BDS and "pinkwashing"

Sarah Schulman, an ACT UP alum, was as a key figure in popularizing the "pinkwashing" accusation against Israel. Here's an inside look at how that happened:

And here's Schulman's 2011 NYT piece:

If you need to get past the paywall, use this link.

Schulman's argument is that Israel's promotion of its LGBTQ+ rights is a cynical tactic to conceal human rights violations against Palestinians.

It couldn't be a natural outcome of an electorate with a majority which is socially liberal enough to not want to persecute their LGBTQ+ family members? Why not?

Oh, it's because Jews are sneaky and devious /s

Elman critiques Schulman's anti-racist pretense, arguing it invisibilizes Israel's diverse population and misrepresents the motivations behind Israel's LGBTQ+ initiatives.

The investment in Tel Aviv as a gay vacation destination is acknowledged, but its negative framing by BDS as "pinkwashing," says Elman, creates not just an entry point for antisemitism, but also a permission structure.

Soon "pinkwashing" took on a different meaning from the one intended by the women who originally coined it.

When applied by "pinkwatchers" whose sights are trained exclusively on Israel, the accusation became an entry point for antisemitism.

According to Wikipedia, it now describes "a variety of marketing and political strategies aimed at promoting products, countries, people or entities through an appeal to gay-friendliness in order to be perceived as progressive, modern and tolerant."

As Cary Nelson observed, "the pinkwashing accusation gives license" to condemn Israel, while discounting all of its achievements (e.g. legal protection against sexual orientation discrimination, recognition of same sex marriages, joint adoption, and open military service) without any reservation.

Want to know the first thing Sarah Schulman posted to Twitter on 10/7/23?

Here's Canary Mission's page about Schulman.

Elman continues:

There may be no better way to simultaneously encourage antisemitism and dismiss Israel’s LGBT initiatives (whatever their shortcomings) than to insist those efforts undermine the rights of Palestinians.

Were it not for BDS double-speak, Schulman could not maintain that she “never” betrayed queer people, despite her having acted in “solidarity” with “presumably straight Palestinians” to oppose Israel’s LGBT community.

Like countless other “queers” who take “pride” in being “ashamed” Jews, she received political “guidance” from “presumably straight” folks like Omar Barghouti, the purported founder of BDS.

Known for his explicit desire to “euthanize” the “Zionist project” and his vocal opposition to the two-state solution, Barghouti insists that not even “the end of occupation” will end his struggle.

Elman wraps up:

Like “Islamophobia,” “pinkwashing” and its corollary “homonationalism” are accusations often employed to silence critics while simultaneously providing those who issue them the appearance of being concerned about LGBT people and other minorities. Yet, this posturing offers little in return.

In fact, these denunciations are in keeping with the Organisation of Islamic Cooperation’s longstanding assault on homosexual conduct, gender equality, and universal human rights at myriad UN fora under the insidious cover of anti-racism and anti-imperialism.

You can grab a PDF of the whole book here.

That BDS similarly promotes itself through the cynical appropriation of social movements and ostensibly progressive claims that vilify the Jewish state represents a consummate act of public diplomacy in which anti-semitism itself has been pinkwashed.

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You read the whole thing, so have a cookie: 🍪

[1] I agree with Neil Postman that the social sciences would more accurately be called moral theologies...and are not sciences.

You can read more about Postman's point here if you want to know what I mean by that..

[rubiehart]

thinking about how childhood!best friend trope for jj is just perfect for him

obviously he has this deep rooted belief from his dad that he’s unlovable and he’ll never be worth anything more than any other maybank before him, so whenever a girl would inevitably fall for his charming personality he might just per-sue it for one night, ending in pleasure for both parties but then pushing her away when he’d receive a text asking to meet up somewhere for a casual date after ushering her out of the chateau at early hours in the morning, making up excuses or just straight up ghosting the poor girl because he truly believes nobody could ever love him so he’d rather just not suffer the heartbreak of losing someone and just not even try.

this is how he ends up with his reputation of being a ‘heartbreaker’, girls not wanting to get involved with someone like him at risk of being heartbroken by his reckless behaviour, the only person that would truly understand him is his childhood best friend, having seen everything he’s been through his whole life.

always being the first to comfort him after an unpleasant altercation with his dad, always the first he goes to for advice about girls;, swinging head to toe in the hammock as the sun sets over the horizon sharing a j, legs tangled together, both of them focusing on ignoring the life long tension between you, but it was never awkward, nothing could ever be awkward with each others, you knew everything about one another so there really was nothing to hide.

he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you were, despite knowing you pretty much his whole life, you’d really grown into your looks and he’d argue you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, but he’d never actually admit it, he wasn’t about to risk such an important friendship for something that wouldn’t be fail proof, love just wasn’t his thing and he wasn’t planning on changing his opinion any time soon, so he casts his gaze away from your lips, tuning back into whatever you were rambling about.

on particularly hot summer days in the banks, all the pogues gathered together like normal on the hms pogue, you sat on the bow, legs slung over jj’s lap, ray-bans he got from who knows where perched on his head, pushing back his blonde mop in a way that made his freckled nose stand out on the beaming sun, occasionally stealing sips of his beer, bringing the glass bottle to your lips and sucking, an innocent act but it meant much more to jj, especially with your tits pressed together deliciously by the triangles of your new red bikini, the thong so small that if he looked long enough he could make out the outline of your chubby cunt, the thought making his dick twitch in his swim trunks.

but it didn’t mean anything, right? that’s what he told himself that night when he had his right hand gripping his cock desperately, other hand gripping the sheets as he tried to conceal his groans, the mental image of your lips wrapped around the bottle and the way your tits pressed together perfectly in your bikini spurring his orgasm on. after he came he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thoughts of you consuming his mind. but it didn’t mean anything, none of this meant he was in love or even liked you in that way at all, you were his best friend and no matter what he was keeping it that way.

he told himself this continually, anytime he felt his heart pang when your touch would linger on him for a little longer than the other guys. it’s because you’re best friends. anytime it was him you’d go to for guy problems, spilling your sex stories to him when you had even a drop of alcohol in your system. it’s because you’re best friends. she just trusts you. he told himself this when his first instinct after any fight was to run to you and break down in your arms and let you clean his wounds because he felt safe with you, knowing you wouldn’t judge him for the way he felt, the only person in the world who understood him. it’s because you’re best friends, no other reason.

he told himself this until the answer to his feelings was staring him in the face, literally. your naked frame splayed out on the same bed he’d busted to the thought of you on multiple occasions. he realised it then, he loved you, but he had loved you long before that, long before the lingering touches, long before you grew into your beauty, long before the jealousy of other guys getting to touch what was now finally his, he’d always loved you, before he even really knew what love was.

[real-total-drama-takes]

All the 2023 contestants were born in 2007 and grew up with the show being off the air, so they were all 100% in the trenches of ship drama in the td fandom defending their ships. Here's my 100% correct do not @ me headcanons for each characters favourite ship.

Priya: Zoke, she was put on some block lists because she said she shipped all of Mike's alters with Zoey and no one else. Her parent's grounded her and made her watch Vito x Anne Marie edits as a punishment.

Bowie: If Gwourtney has a million fans, he's one of them. If Gwourtney has five fans, he's one of them. If Gwourtney has one fan, he's that fan. If the world is against Gwourtney he is against the world.

Millie: Thinks it's incredibly problematic and childish to ship real people. But Bawn.

Julia: Got her first taste of internet fame by claiming Blainely and Chris were in a secret relationship. When this comes out this will cancel her worse than the dinosaur thing and she will be forced to go into hiding for her own protection.

Emma: Wrote poly drama brother buys you from your parents fics. Chase read these out on a live stream and they stayed together.

Chase: Not a shipper but was defending Duncan with his last breath over the love triangle stuff.

Zee: Zee hasn't actually seen the show he thought he was auditioning for 6teen, in which he ships Judesy.

Ripper: I don't know whats telling me this but Leonard and Beardo. I think he saw a photoshopped image of them together with red arrows and he's currently convinced they're in a relationship.

Wayne & Raj: Lyler is unironically relationship goals for them, they celebrate their anniversary every year

MK: Commented under Noco posts "Uhm, what about Nemma?" and then watched the world light on fire. Ships Nowen.

Scary Girl: She unironically thinks Sierra is really normal but doesn't ship her with Cody because she just doesn't like him, thinks he fumbled her. Ships Heatherra, Bowie sent her death threats over this and she sent them back

Nichelle: Runs in the same circles as Chris, saw Chris and Chef together all the time despite Total Drama not being on, just assumed they were partners.

Axel: Shasmine anti, thinks Jasmine is gaslighting Shawn about the zombie stuff, wrote a long angry reddit post about it and got banned from the total drama subreddit.

Caleb: Gwent, also got death threats from Bowie and tried to @ Gwen and Trent to come to his defense.

I take no criticism. 🪅Jester ass looking piñata

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[athena5898]

(RNN) — In a continuation of repression of Palestinian voices, Meta has restricted (https://theintercept.com/2024/10/02/meta-facebook-instagram-red-triangle-emoji/) the use of the triangle emoji (🔻) on Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp, due to its association with Palestinian resistance. The emoji has been made famous due to the use of the symbol by the Al-Qassam Brigades to highlight enemy targets in their operation videos and has become an icon of solidarity with the resistance. According to the Intercept, who reviewed Meta's internal content moderation files, the rule applies to all users but is now being enforced in moderation. Critics state that this broad ban cannot distinguish between the different uses of the symbol, especially given the opaque nature of the ban. This comes just a few months after Meta planned to begin to change its policies (https://t.me/RNN_Backup/47593) to classify the word "zionist" as "hate speech."

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate pt 5

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - implied cheating, implied sex pollen use, intense make-out session, miscommunication, love triangle trope getting messy

A/N - forgive me, but it serves a purpose.

Series Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Azriel couldn't take it anymore.

Kaylee and Lucien giggling softly as they ran through the woods, through the halls, through the gardens.

Rhys had banned the red headed male from all the Archeron sisters, minus his Kaylee. Lucien for some fucking reason was given access to Kaylee at all times.

And it was infuriating. Azriel hid behind the mask he had well as he held Elain's hand, listening to her cry and whisper her sorrows of lost love, lost opportunity, of how she'd always be alone.

“You will never be alone, Elain,” he countered softly. “You have your sisters, us, you will make friends.” Azriel didn't mention her mate. He knew it was too sore of a topic, and one she and Nesta demanded to avoid like a plague.

“And will I always have you?” The question seemed innocent to Azriel. The male too blinded by his love for the blonde's younger sister to realize what she was asking, what she was inferring.

“Of course, Elain,” the answer was a placement of a nail. One he'd soon have to stop for going into a coffin. “We will always be friends.”

-

Nights were Azriel's favorite. Kaylee was currently straddling his lap, their chests pressed together, his fingers laced in her silky hair as he allowed her to led their movements.

Her small hands ran up his arms, over his shoulders, then down to his hare chest, resting there as she kissed him deeply. His own hands began to roam. Fingertips dancing down the back of her neck, down her exposed upper back, bunching his shirt before pulling back from her and raising a brow.

Kaylee nodded at the silent question, allowing him to pull the top off and leave her upper half bare to him. “So beautiful, baby,” he trailed the back of his hand between her breasts, admiring her soft skin, her perky tits, the way goosebumps erupted across her. “I am the luckiest male.”

“More kisses,” her voice was breathless. “Now.” He started kissing her again, pulling her as close to him as possible to feel her skin to skin. He sent every ounce of love and longing down their bound, and Kaylee responded in kind, letting him feel how deeply she missed him. How it was like a dull ache in a lingering sore muscle.

While there was nothing innocent about the way she had crawled to him on hands and knees to straddle him, this kiss was clearly about needing connection, about needing to feel him, and they both poured every slipped away and lost moment of passion into it before parting to breathe.

Azriel rested his forehead on hers, large hands resting on the curves of her hips.

“I'm proud of you,” he stated evenly watching as her eyes fluttered shut and shoulders sank. “You are truly doing everything you can to make the best of this situation and I could not be more proud to call you my mate.”

Kaylee kissed him quickly again, then placed her head between his neck and shoulder. “Sing to me?”

“Forever,” he whispered back.

Everyone almost froze as Nesta and Elain came down for breakfast. Elain seemed frozen in her spot at the doorway as well. Azriel had Rhysand to his right as they discussed a small mission Azriel would be going on, and Kaylee was to his left. The scent of their bond lingering heavily in the air. Lucien was across from Kaylee, feyre to his right and Cassian to his left. The two of them took the spots by Mor and Amren. Not speaking as they did and began to eat.

Kaylee was too blind in her happiness to notice the way Elain seemed to stab and cut things while staring aggressively in her direction, nor did she notice the disapproval in Nesta's face as Azriel leaned down to kiss Kaylee's nose.

“What's that smell,” Nesta finally asked. Her piercing silver eyes hitting Kaylee and Azriel.

“That,” Rhysand spoke for them, his beast urging him to protect Kaylee from a viper, “is the scent mates give off when they're content and happy emotionally. They smell like nighttime and toasted sugar. Feyre and I smell like sea salt and lilac. You will get used to it.” Rhysand allowed his beast to comfort a now embarrassed and uncomfortable Kaylee. Watching as the youngest sister recoiled into herself.

Feyre gave her a look of sympathy, as did Lucien, who stood and walked around the table, looking at Azriel before offering Kaylee his hand. “Let's go find you another animal to bond to, my dear.” Her and Lucien left, after Azriel kissed her palm, a silent promise to find her before he departed for a few days.

Amren shot Rhys a look the second Elain moved to take Kaylee's seat, now clinging to Azriel and Nesta gave her own plate a smug look. He then shared one with Cassian, the both of them watching as Elain attempted to flirt with Azriel. I think I may have made a mistake. Rhysand admitted to Feyre through their link. We may need to start weening her off of time with Azriel.

Feyre sent a wave of confirmation. Preferably before something stupid happens.

-

Lucien and Kaylee returned late that night. The Autumn male was carrying the youngest sister, releasing her instantly to Rhysand when asked. “She did great. She made a new friend. I need to figure out what the fuck it was, though.”

Cassian's brows instantly reached his hairline. “What do you mean?”

Lucien shrugged leaning against the wall as Feyre brought him wine. “I think it was a Thunderbird. White and gold, feathered, large, sun seemed to bend and break as it flew. It rained on Kaylee, just Kaylee as it hovered above her.” Him and Rhys held eye contact. “This would be her third beast of legend, would it not?”

Rhys nodded. “She has not linked with the fire drake yet. But she did link to the unicorn. Hence why she's able to use more magic lately. It will be interesting to see what ability a Thunderbird would share.”

“She sensed a rock slide,” Lucien answered. “It shared with her the ability to sense danger. The Stag gave her command of the forest, the hawk gave her eyesight, the only one I'm confused about is the otter.”

Feyre giggled beside them. “You mean the one that scales the House and climbs into her and Azriel's bed every night?”

All three heads turned towards the High Lady. “There's a what in my house every night?”

“So, what did it offer her?”

Lucien answered the question softly. “Comfort. It offered her comfort. She's been… upset and lonely lately,” he turned to Cassian. “I think you and can empathize slightly.”

The general nodded, tucking a piece of Kaylee's long sandy blonde hair behind her ear. “Will she be ready for the High Lord's meeting? Rhysand's beast called for her first, they haven't fully linked yet, but Rhysand's beast is constantly calling for her. She needs to be able to block out all of them. For her safety.”

Lucien shrugged. “I don't know. I do know everything she links to is coming with a price,” he turned to Feyre. “Can you feel her in you?”

The High Lady's brow knit, silent confusion all over her face. “No?”

Lucien just nodded and chuckled lightly, twisting a dagger in his hands. “Well, she can feel you. How is Elain?”

Rhys shrugged. “Refuses to come out for anyone but Azriel. Refuses to eat for anyone but Azriel. Slowly becoming obsessed with Azriel,” the confession hung in the air. “And Nesta is encouring it because “fuck the mating bond and fuck Kaylee,” lovely little snake ypu find yourself attached to, brother.”

Cassian kicked off the wall. “We need separate them before he does something he will regret for the rest of his life, or before that one,” he inclined his head to Lucien, “says fuck it. And in turn, that one,” his head went to Kaylee this time, “decides to say fuck it too.”

Lucien didn't tell them Kaylee was already there. That he was getting there.

A week later -

Azriel's hands shook as he left Elain's room. Deep unstable breaths trying to stabilize evenly as he stared at his hands.

A throat cleared down the hall and Lucien leaned against a doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the calves. No words had to be said between the two. No words could be said between the two. The scent of it lingered in the air, on him, and Lucien had felt every damned second through the bond.

“It's not what it looks like, Lucien, I swear.”

The Red head clicked his tongue. “You're leaving my mate's room at 3am and I can smell sex on you. Don't fucking play me like a fool, Azriel.”

Lucien left him there alone. Not allowing Azriel to explain what had happened. How it had happened. He stalked to his room, opening the door quietly to see a sleeping Kaylee.

He reached out to touch her, but stopped, instantly going to the bathroom and stripping himself of his leathers for the first time in several days. He scrubbed his skin raw, feeling the last bit of whatever the fuck Elain had managed to get a hold of leaving his system. It hadn't gone further than her offering him a late night drink to celebrate his return home. It hadn't gone further than Elain kissing him before that thing living deep inside of him roared out for Kaylee and Kaylee only, trying with desperate claws and warnings to get him away.

He hadn't even touched Elain. Not when she stripped herself bare for him. Not when she began to touch herself. Not when she came loudly, possibly alerting every awake ear to the sound of his name leaving her throat in pleasure.

He got out of the tub, drying himself off instantly and pulling on sweatpants before getting into bed behind Kaylee and pulling her close to him. He scented himself on her neck, mixing his cedar and chilled night air with Kaylee's soft scent of toasted sugar and snowfall.

She whispered his name in her sleep, one of her small hands finding his and lacing their fingers together.

This was the calm before the storm, Azriel knew this. Lucien had heard. Kaylee would possibly scent it in the morning. Elain would tell Nesta. And Mother help him if Nesta knew before Kaylee.

Rhys and Azriel were absent from breakfast. Then Cassian. The shadowsinger was currently sitting next to Rhysand in his office telling and showing him everything while Cassian searched Elain's room and then Nesta's, finally finding a vial clearly supplied by the House of Wind.

Cassian tossed it to Rhys before comforting Azriel, knowing damn well where this was going. How it would end. “You have to tell Kaylee and explain what actually happened before Nesta, Elain, or Lucien does.” Cassian spoke softly, forcing Azriel to look at him. “I will handle my mate. You need to protect yours.”

Azriel nodded. “Where did she get that, though?”

Rhys looked up at the ceiling. Twin shadowy figures appeared, looking down in guilt. “We gave it Nesta,” Nuala refused to look at Azriel, her eyes locked on the ground. “She told us she was going to use it to experiment with herself. She had read about it in one of her… novels,” the males all snorted at the amusing choice of words. “Had we known she would try to use it on Azriel and Elain, we would have never supplied it.”

Cerridwen had not spoken, her lower lip trembling. Azriel moved to her instantly. “It's not your fault. You two can repay me by befriending Elain, get her some hobbies. I need space from her and Nesta, and you two are wonderful company.” The twins nodded, both throwing themselves into Azriel's arms. “I am not angry with you two. I'm mad at myself for allowing it to get as far as it did.”

The three males walked down the stairs to a silent breakfast. Nesta was standing, smirking down at Kaylee who just sat still as a ghost. Feyre's eyes were wide. Mor was shaking her head as if something didn't make sense. Amren was glaring to Elain. And Lucien, Lucien was silent rage. He stood slamming his hands down and left the room, shoving the other three males before going to his own space.

“Kaylee,” Feyre said softly. “Do you want Rhys to take you to the Riverhouse?”

Then the three of them knew. They knew Nesta had told Kaylee, and the silence and stillness in the youngest sister was shock.

“No,” Kaylee whispered. “I'm leaving with Lucien. I'll go help him find the lost queen.” Kaylee stood on shaking legs, looking down as she walked away. Azriel followed her up the stairs, grabbing her in the hallway.

“Please let me explain what happened.”

Kaylee shook her head.

Lucien appeared in the hall, a bag packed and slung over his shoulder. “What the fuck is there to explain, Azriel. Pretty sure Nesta painted a pretty visual picture for all of us.”

Azriel held eye contact with Kaylee only. “Let me explain, please. Come to our room and talk to me.” Kaylee tried to pull her arm away, noticing now the second bag Lucien held in his hands. Her bag.

Azriel's grip in her tightened, and Lucien scoffed, “I watched you leave her room at 3am before heading into Kaylee's. Nesta and I heard everything.”

“Let me explain.”

Kaylee finally let go, letting the anger, frustration, and annoyance finally peak. Her voice hardly seemed her own. “You don't need to fucking explain. I was a pretty stepping stool to get to my beautiful sister. You used me.” She ripped her arm from Azriel going to Lucien's side. “Take me with you.” He handed Kaylee the bag, his amber and gold eyes locking Azriel in place. “Do not follow us,” she commanded his beast, not him. “I'll come back when I'm ready.”

The second the door to the entry way shut and Lucien's spell cleaving was felt long enough for the two to winnow, Azriel lost it.

He destroyed his room. He destroyed the bathroom. He destroyed the mirrors.

Azriel sat on his bed seething as Feyre and Rhys entered. “Elain told us everything. Nesta is sticking to the story she made.” Rhys watched as the house repaired his brother's room. “Elain has been informed time with you is going to be limited, and that she needs to be the one to tell Kaylee and Lucien the truth.”

Feyre moved to the smashed bottles of Kaylee's perfumes and oils. “You'll have to forgive her for whatever she does next, Azriel,” Feyre sniffed her fingers, memorizing her little sister's scent incase she and Lucien didn't make it back home. “She's impulsive when she's angry, and she's hurt-”

Azriel finished the thought, knowing it was true and showing Rhys the memory of Kaylee's skin changing hues. “and wounded animals are the most dangerous.”

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Red Triangle iconography is banned from anywhere near anchorridge facilities

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

[girlactionfigure]

NOVEMBER 4, 2024

WHAT HAPPENED?

A Palestinian-owned café in Oakland, California kicked out a Jewish customer for wearing a blue hat with a Star of David on it, claiming that the symbol was “violent.”

This is a clear violation of Title II of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and California’s Unruh Civil Rights Act. Note that this applies even if the Jewish customer went to the café expecting that something like this would happen (in other words, “he tricked us into discriminating against him!” is not a legitimate defense).

 It’s also worth noting this café has menu items titled “Sweet Sinwar” and “iced in tea fada” and its menu is decorated with the Hamas inverted red triangle. The café also openly expresses support for the October 7 massacre.

JVP TO THE RESCUE

What do you do when under fire for antisemitism? You tokenize (Not So) “Jewish” Voice for “Peace,” which openly supports terrorism against Jews and has even glorified Nazis in the past. For more, see my posts “Stop Sharing JVP” and “Time To Talk About JVP…Again.”

For those of us familiar with Jewish history and the history of antisemitism, this is par for the course. In the 1920s, the Soviet Jewish “Yevsektsiya” made it its mission to destroy “traditional Jewish life, the Zionist movement, and Hebrew culture.” The fact that the Yevsektsiya was “Jewish” was central to its purpose. After all, the Soviet regime couldn’t be accused of antisemitism when those shutting down all Jewish cultural and spiritual life were Jews themselves.

WE HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE

Historically there have been, arguably, two kinds of antisemitism: (1) Nazi antisemitism, in which Jews are physically exterminated, and (2) Hanukkah antisemitism, in which the antisemite does not necessarily intend to take our lives, but rather, seeks to strip Jews of all the elements which make us...well, Jews.

Under the Soviet regime, for example, Jews suffered from “Hanukkah antisemitism.” The Soviets heavily suppressed Jewish cultural and spiritual life, stripping many Jewish families of thousands of years’ worth of history. Speaking or studying Hebrew was punishable by law. So was participating in Jewish religious traditions. At the same time, Jews were unable to assimilate into Soviet society due to their ethnic background. Jews were often imprisoned under false pretenses, accused of vague “Zionist crimes.” People with Jewish last names were subject to highly restrictive university quotas or banned from performing certain jobs.

Maybe you’ve noticed a pattern over the past year. First, it was only “Zionism,” not Judaism, that was a problem, despite the fact that the Jewish connection to -- and desire for sovereignty in -- the Land of Israel is inextricable from 3000 years of Jewish tradition. Then, they started denying our extensively recorded history and origins in Israel. At anti-Zionist Jewish events, now praying in Hebrew is considered “too triggering,” so it’s best to pray in colonial languages, like Arabic or English. Now, the Magen David is a “racist, genocidal symbol,” to quote Palestinian activist Mohammed El-Kurd.

Do you not see what’s happening? This is no longer about the State of Israel, the Israeli government, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, or this current war. This is a thinly-veiled effort to methodically legitimize the discrimination of Jews -- and anything Jewish.

THE STAR OF DAVID

The Star of David, also known as the Magen David or the Seal of Solomon, is mentioned in Jewish texts as early as the first century. In fact, it’s found in coins from the period of the Bar Kokhba Revolt against the Romans (132-135 CE). It was also used as a decorative motif in the Khirbet Shura synagogue in the Galilee in the third century. Though initially merely used as an ornament, the Magen David was ascribed deeper spiritual meanings since the 11th century. It has since been associated with Kabbalah, or Jewish mysticism.  

In the 17th century, the Jewish community of Prague was ascribed the Magen David as its official symbol. Shortly thereafter, the Jewish community in Vienna also adopted it as a marker. By the 19th century, the Star of David was the distinctive Jewish emblem.

More than anything, perhaps, the Star of David is a symbol of Jewish resilience and survival. For centuries, Jews in Europe and the Islamic world had been forced to wear distinguishing clothes marking them as Jews. After the Nazis invaded Poland in 1939, Jews in Poland and in other Axis-occupied territories were forced to wear a Star of David, most often seen in the form of a yellow badge with the word “Jude” (Jew) or a similar variation. Therefore, for many Jews, the act of wearing Star of David jewelry or clothing is a reclamation of our ancient symbol that was once weaponized to oppress us.

A DOUBLE STANDARD

Hundreds of millions of people have been slaughtered under the banner of Christianity and Islam each. The Crusades alone took about 1.7 million lives. The Spanish Inquisition? Up to 300,000 lives. In the “New World,” some 56 million Indigenous people were killed in the name of Christianity. These are just a few examples. It’s estimated Islam’s conquests alone left some 270 million people dead. 

During the First Jewish Revolt, the Romans crucified some 500 Jews a day. Yet I would never dream of denying someone service at a coffee shop because they’re wearing a crucifix. 

When Jihadists carry out terrorist attacks, they shout “Allahu Akbar” — the same phrase used by the 1.8 billion Muslims around the world in their daily prayers. Muslims recite the Shahada prayer daily, the same prayer that is inscribed in the ISIS, Hamas, and Al Qaeda flags. And yet, I would never dream of denying someone service at a coffee shop because they’re a Muslim who says “Allahu Akbar” or recites the Shahada prayer.

Under Islamist regimes, such as the Islamic Republic in Iran, women are beat to death for not wearing hijab or wearing hijab “improperly.” But I think you would agree that denying a woman in hijab service at a coffee shop on account of the Islamic Republic’s crimes is plain bigotry.

You may be triggered by crosses, hijabs, or the Star of David, and your triggers may be rooted in valid trauma. But your triggers are no one’s responsibility to deal with but your own, and they are no excuse to lash out in bigotry.

Even if Israel’s actions were equivalent to those of Nazi Germany, equating the Star of David with the Nazi hakenkreuz (commonly misidentified as the “swastika”) is an inherently problematic analogy.

Unlike the Star of David and the Jewish people, the swastika has zero spiritual or cultural significance in German culture beyond Nazism.Within the German context, the Nazi hakenkreuz means one thing and one thing only.

On the other hand, the Sanskrit swastika and other similar symbols, such as the whirling log, have long, rich traditions in their respective cultures. While some Native American tribes have decided to retire the whirling log, others continue to use it. The Sanskrit swastika is commonplace in countries such as India and Nepal. 

Sure, if someone with zero cultural connection to the swastika or the whirling log decides to “reclaim” the symbol, I’d probably do a double take and consider it an antisemitic dogwhistle. But when I went to India, I saw the swastika everywhere, and because I am capable of critical thinking, I was easily able to recognize that the symbol has an entirely different connotation in this particular cultural context, despite my personal and family trauma.

A NOTE ON HOLOCAUST INVERSION

Holocaust inversion is a rhetorical tool used to portray Jews as morally equivalent — or worse — than Nazis. It’s often employed in discussions about Israel-Palestine and is frequently used by anti-Zionists.

 To understand why Holocaust inversion is unquestionably antisemitic, we must first understand what Holocaust denial actually is. Holocaust denial is not just an outright denial that the events of the Holocaust happened, but more often than not, it’s a denial of well-established facts about the Holocaust. For example, someone who says the Holocaust didn’t happen at all is as much a Holocaust denier as someone who claims the Holocaust did happen, but only one million Jews were killed.  

Therefore, Holocaust inversion is always Holocaust denial, because: 

(1) it relies on the minimization of established facts about the Holocaust. However harrowing the humanitarian crisis in Gaza — and it is �� it’s just in no way equivalent in scale, scope, and methods to the atrocities committed during the Holocaust. This is a historical fact, and denying it is denying the Holocaust.

(2) characterizing Jews — Zionist or not — as Nazis is a denial of the well-established fact about the Holocaust that the predominant force in Nazi ideology was genocidal Jew-hatred. Jews cannot be the inheritors of Nazism simply because the Nazis wanted all Jews exterminated. A denial of this basic fact is Holocaust denial.

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I sincerely don’t understand how there’s still Jews out there who still make excuses for these people, who don’t see what’s happening. Learn your history. Have some self-respect.

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Kryptonian Crests

I looked into Kryptonian family crests today. I didn't go TOO deeply, just looked at all the Kryptonian's on the DC Wiki, but I have some preliminary conclusions that I find interesting.

General Crests

At least on Earths One and Two, many Kryptonians seemed to wear a sun symbol (and possibly a few other symbols) rather then a family crest at certain points. This seems to be a symbol for Flamebird, but may also stand in for Rao, their sun god and main diety.

We see General Zod wear a small one on his left breast. Garf-Og wears one in the lab. Roz-Em has one while impersonating Jor-El.

Zim-El also thinks this is proper lab wear.

And here it is on Ak-Var as Flamebird.

The other common symbol seems to be a planet with rings, which we see on U-Ban and Jor-L.

Cadet Branch Crests

At least on Earths One and Two, there's some suggestion that younger sons/daughters may have worn empty crests on some occasions.

Kizo and Mala, younger brothers to U-Ban, wear empty triangles, while he has a ringed-planet. Lor-Van also has an empty triangle, and Shyla Kor-Onn has a small one.

Zor-El (Jor-El's younger brother) is often seen with an empty circle, including in New Earth continuity.

Zak-Kul has an empty square.

Tyb-Ol has an empty diamond.

Non, General Zod's mentally disabled minion, has an empty shield crest in the Young Justice cartoon. Name, symbol, and disability combine to make something pretty uncomfortable, in my opinion.

Things worn INSTEAD of Crests

Aspirants (which seem to be roughly equivalent to military cadets) wear only a red stripe in New Earth.

Women seem to wear crests less often, especially after marriage. Lilo wears a sash instead in All-Star Superman.

But usually they just wear pretty clothes, like these two Allura In-Ze's, from Earth One and Prime.

Next: Shield-shaped Family Crests!

[mariacallous]

The anti-Israel student coalition at Columbia University was booted from Instagram on Monday, the latest pro-Palestinian activist organization in New York to have a social media account banned.

Columbia University Apartheid Divest, the consortium of dozens of student groups that took a leading role in the encampment protest last spring, was removed from the platform after posting plans on Saturday for a protest that included an image of a figure holding a Molotov cocktail. The account had more than 40,000 followers.

The protest, which was scheduled for Monday, was to focus on Barnard College, the women’s college associated with Columbia. A later announcement from the protesters said the rally was taking place off campus.

“Barnard will be the first domino to fall — an instrumental piece in toppling the entire university,” the post said.

The protest announcement included photos apparently of university trustees, saying they were “enemies,” “murderers,” and “violently genocidal zionists,” and included inverted black triangles on a red background. Red inverted triangles, which Hamas uses to mark its targets in propaganda videos, have been adopted as a protest symbol by anti-Israel activists.

“Trustees are not untouchable, and now we know their names,” the post said.

Barnard restricted access to campus on Monday to those with valid IDs and implemented other security measures “due to active concerns for violence on Barnard’s campus,” university president Laura Ann Rosenbury said in a message to the campus community sent out on Sunday.

“Inflammatory posts with violent imagery and specific calls for action against the Barnard College community have been circulating on social media,” Rosenbury said in the message, which the university shared with the New York Jewish Week. “Any statements that advocate for violence or harm, including the destruction of property, are a direct violation of our code of conduct and are antithetical to the core principles and mission of Barnard.”

Columbia University Apartheid Divest is an alliance of student groups led by the campus chapters of Students for Justice in Palestine and the anti-Zionist Jewish Voice for Peace, which have been banned from campus for violating protest rules.

The encampment, which CUAD co-organized, sparked a nationwide student movement, and at Columbia it culminated in the forcible takeover of a campus building and dozens of arrests. The campus pro-Palestinian protests have drawn extensive scrutiny from members of Congress, who released a 300-page report on Columbia and other universities in November.

The protests have not been as disruptive this year, but the activists’ rhetoric has escalated. In October, CUAD put out a statement openly endorsing violence and armed resistance “by any means necessary.” 

Last week, protesters at Columbia distributed a newsletter on campus called the “Columbia Intifada” that argued against Israel’s right to exist. The Second Intifada was a violent Palestinian uprising against Israel two decades ago that included waves of suicide bombings and killed an estimated 1,000 Israelis. 

Columbia University Apartheid Divest said on Monday that the suspension was “targeted suppression” meant to “erase Palestine and its movement for liberation” in a statement sent out on the Telegram messaging app.

Other anti-Israel groups in the city have been banned from Instagram since the Oct. 7, 2023, Hamas invasion of Israel, which launched Israel’s ongoing multi-front war, mass protests and a wave of antisemitic hate crimes in New York. 

Within Our Lifetime, a hardline group that is perhaps the most visible anti-Israel activist organization in the city, was removed from Instagram in February for violating the platform’s “dangerous organizations and individuals policy.” Within Our Lifetime has worked with Columbia student protesters, including on an unsanctioned event last year that featured members of the activist group Samidoun — which the federal government later took action against because it raises money for a Palestinian terror group. 

Columbia’s chapter of Students for Justice in Palestine was banned from Instagram months later, and days after that, the People’s Solidarity Coalition at New York University, an anti-Israel coalition, was suspended.

Meta, the parent company of Instagram, did not respond to a request for comment on Monday.

[sunnysam-my]

Teeny tiny Danny details — S01E01

As promised, here are some things I noticed while rewatching Mystery Meat.

«Link to the full Google Doc list.» Please note that the doc is a more raw version, where things are written in a different, chronological, order.

The series starts a month after the accident.

Danny wanted to admit to his parents he’s a ghost in the beginning of the episode. By the end of it, he doesn't anymore.

Danny wants to be an astronaut.

Danny sometimes changes in a sparkly flash of light instead of the typical split light ring way. Interestingly, this is also the effect the show uses for electricity at that point.

Using ghost powers, combined with fighting, tires Danny out, despite the fact that at that point he uses his powers all the time, uncontrollably.

Danny has this noted in his school file: “34 dropped beekers in the last month, banned for life from handling all fragile school property.” Other than that, he had no significant mischief written down.

According to Lunch Lady, Danny is “skin and bones”. He's skinny and weak.

Sam used to be interested in ghosts until it became mainstream.

Sam dislikes cellphones because they are too mainstream.

Tucker has a bad record at school, in his file this is noted down: “chronic tardiness (being late), talking in class, repeated loitering by the girls' locker room.”. He doesn’t appear to be ashamed of this.

Jack has never seen a ghost (until Phantom).

Jack was born in a log cabin in the woods. He doesn’t know where. 

Jack was alive during a war.

Jack briefly admits ghosts don’t exist, before Phantom interacts with him. This means Danny is the reason the Fentons continued to hunt ghosts.

Jack is easy to blame everything on ghosts and think his children are possessed. Maddie has to convince him otherwise.

Jazz drives, despite being 16. (I guess not that weird in US).

Jazz usually doesn’t drive Danny to school.

Jazz gives therapy advice to other students.

Dash is exempt from punishments, because he’s a top athlete at the school.

The Fenton Thermos don’t work as of the beginning of the episode. Despite Jack’s attempt, the Thermos only creates a small energy ball that sparkles out, until Danny charges it as Phantom. When Danny uses blue energy to make it work, a blue energy net shoots out of the Thermos and pulls the Lunch Lady in.

Fenton Grappler is a regular green net shooting out of the Fenton Thermos before it was charged. Ghosts can phase out of it.

The Fenton Portal releases Ghost into the world “whether [Jack] wants it or not”. Jack doesn’t actually know how the Portal works.

Fenton Finder is a large, silver, metal box with a green radar on top as well as a red lightbulb and two antennas, a small satellite coming from a side and many buttons. It has a gentle, warm female voice. When it speaks, a red line shows the soundwave of the voice on the radar. It uses satellites to lead you to ghosts. When looking for ghosts, a red, spinning line appears on the radar together with a flickering red triangle, pointing toward a ghost. It also informs you verbally if a ghost is near, tells which direction to move, and makes a beeping sound. It’s polite, and thanks you for using it, but also insults you. Overall, it acts more like Google Maps.

Danny is picked up by the Fenton Finder, even in human form.

Lunch lady randomly pulls out a cake that’s half transparent and coloured like ghosts are, insinuating ghost food??? But then the cookie she pulls out is normal, so I guess it’s a mistake?

Fenton Xtractor looks like a vacuum with two antennas and a green drum with a handle on it at the end. It doesn’t hurt humans, but it can rip out your hair. It presumably is meant for sucking out ghosts possessing humans. When we see it again, it looks different. The green drum is replaced by a silver one with the “Fenton Xtractor” written on it.

Lunch Lady can create small meat monsters.

Jack calls Danny “Ghost kid”.

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Just a scratch 3 - First full moon

For the last few days, Jacob had been brimming with energy that he had to get out of himself somehow. That's why he's been spending more time outdoors. He was usually at the club or somewhere with other Rooks, and more than ever, they were trying to drive the pesky Blighters out of town. You got the impression, though, that it was just an excuse to fight. 

Even today, Jacob was brimming with energy, talking incessantly about the fight club. He wanted to stretch his muscles and blow off some steam. Fight clubs were banned in London, but that was hardly a barrier to their operation. You just had to know where to look. You two were aware of all the clubs in the city. 

You were in one of the clubs, located in the basement of an old factory. You stood at the railing, cheering on an assassin who was fighting like never before. He was like a man off the chain. It was as if someone else was fighting in his place. And when someone did manage to hit him, it did nothing. He didn't even flinch. It just made him angrier.

He was savage, brutal, and he wouldn't let anyone go. Not even the ones who gave up the fight. You saw this first. You didn't recognise him at all. 

After a few rounds, with more men charging at him, who were much bigger than he was, it was over. It didn't matter who got in his way. No one stood a chance.

"I'm not finished yet! One more round!" Jacob shouted excitedly, refusing to leave the battle ring. 

"Come on, you've had enough. You've already won," you walked over to him, hooking his arm to lead him away. 

"I want another round," he whined, slipping out of your hands. He looked around, trying to convince the others to fight him. You'd rather he'd gone willingly.

When you held him earlier, he was on fire. He was glistening with sweat, and you got the impression that he had a fever and that it wasn't all adrenaline and fighting. That there was more to it than that.

"Whatever, but I'm going home!" you called out to him and headed for the exit. You knew full well what was working on him. You grabbed his coat and shirt on the way, and before you even reached the door, he was beside you. 

As he hurriedly got dressed, you stopped him and adjusted his shirt collar. You took this opportunity to place your hand on his forehead. Against him, your hand was like a block of ice. The Assassin just leaned into your touch with satisfaction. 

You bought pizza on the way to the train. Each of you bought a box for yourself. Asasin complained about how hungry he was, and once he smelled the fresh pizza, he was unbearable. 

In the quiet of the living carriage, you settled down on a small sofa, watched a movie and started to eat. While you barely ate one triangle, Jacob managed to conquer three. 

You even sacrificed half your pizza for him, since he was still hungry. He even joked that he was hungry as a wolf. 

About halfway through the movie, the assassin started fidgeting and rubbing his bitten hand. You didn't pay attention at first, but after a while, it got to be too much. You didn't get anything out of the movie and were more worried about the assassin. 

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a reddened scar that radiated heat. The red spot continued to spread across his skin. You gingerly touched his hand and flinched. It burned even hotter than before. 

"I'll get you an ice pack," you said before heading for the kitchen door.

"Thanks, luv," he replied while unbuttoning his shirt, otherwise, he felt like he was going to be cooked alive. 

The kitchen door automatically closed behind you. You were looking for a rag or towel to soak in the ice water when you heard a noise. At first, it was a single thump followed by silence, so you paid no attention to it and continued your search.

After a few seconds, there were more bangs and the sounds of furniture breaking. You immediately put the ice pack out of your mind and returned to the living room. You froze right in the doorway and had to cover your mouth to keep from screaming. 

Jacob was nowhere to be found, the furniture had been knocked over, and a giant, dark brown wolf with golden eyes was standing next to the overturned chair. The wolf growled and paid no attention to you. It was like he didn't even know you were there with him. 

You backed slowly towards the door. You had no idea how close you were to the door when you inadvertently bumped into it. It was a slight bump, but it was more than enough to get the wolf's attention. He immediately focused his attention on you. That was bad. 

You weren't a warrior like an assassin, but you had some basics. The wolf crouched before lunging at you. With one leap, he closed the space between you and lunged for your head, teeth bared. 

At the last moment, you jumped aside into a small roll, but you didn't escape unscathed either. The wolf had sharp claws that scratched almost up your arm.

You rolled over to the couch, under which the blade in the cane was hidden. You managed to retrieve the weapon, but it cost you precious time. The wolf jumped on you and pinned you to the ground. As you fell, you defended yourself with the cane that the beast had bitten into. You had to work to keep it at a safe distance from you.

You saw your reflection in his eyes. At this close range, you noticed a few details before you realised it. The familiar eyes, the same scar on his cheek, and your boyfriend's suspicious behaviour. On top of that, you saw the full moon shining through the window into the room. It was completely absurd, but it had to be true. Your Jacob was a werewolf. 

The werewolf grew tired of tugging on you, jerked his head around, and yanked the cane out of your hand. However, you were still holding the short silver-plated blade that was attached to the hilt. 

You weren't going to wait to see if the werewolf would recognise your name. You kicked him and rolled away with the weapon. Just as you stood up, the wolf lunged at you again. You sidestepped and drove the blade into his shoulder. You didn't mean to hurt him, but at the moment, it was a question of who was going to hurt who. 

The werewolf staggered and snarled at you. He couldn't reach his injured paw and tried to walk over to you, but he wasn't so sure about the injury. 

He was still aggressive and threatened to attack you again when he figured out how. You picked up the rest of the stick from the ground and hit him over the head with it. The cane was solid, hardwood, and quite heavy, and without the blade, it was easy to fight with too. 

Your blow may not have been strong enough to knock him out directly, but there was enough force in it that he banged his head on the ground, and that was enough to put him to sleep. 

But you weren't going to leave anything to chance. You pulled a chain from one of the chests and bound the limp wolf's body with it. You left a silver-plated knife in his shoulder for good measure. You just hoped the wolf would turn back into a man in the morning. 

You were in the kitchen when you heard a shuffling and whimpering from the next room. You didn't know if Jacob would want to attack you again, so you took the kukri that was under the sink with you. 

With that weapon, you walked into the living room. The werewolf was still chained and whimpering. You cautiously walked over to him.

"Jacob?" you addressed him. You had no idea if he understood you or not, but you soon found out that he did. The werewolf turned his ears towards you and whimpered again. 

You walked over close to him and knelt in front of his head. Jacob lowered his ears and looked at you. His eyes were still encased in gold, but his original hazel eyes shone through.

"Jacob, is that really you?" You asked, touching him gently on the cheek. The werewolf leaned into your touch before noticing your bandaged arm. As if remembering what had happened, he pulled away and whimpered again. 

"It's nothing. It'll be okay," you comforted him and set about removing the chains. The werewolf didn't move. Not even when he was free. He was still crouched down, ears pressed to his head. 

"Now it's gonna hurt. Sorry about the knife," you said, carefully removing the silver-plated knife from his shoulder. Jacob whimpered in pain. You treated and bandaged his wound afterwards, though you could see it was slowly healing. The wolf raised its head and began licking your hand. He then rubbed his snout against your wounded arm. 

"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault," you comforted him, running your hand over his soft fur. 

Once the werewolf calmed down a bit, you set about cleaning up the living room. Jacob watched you for a moment before he tentatively stood up to help you. It was funny how he tried to put the furniture back in its place, or when he picked up something small in his snout to clean it up. 

At one point, you started laughing at him because even though he was trying, he couldn't do it, and he looked particularly comical. Jacob looked at you, and he seemed pleased, too. With his tongue hanging out, he looked like he was smiling and wagging his tail lazily.

When you've cleaned up the big one and put the furniture back in its original place, you settle down on the couch. You sat on the edge, and the assassin lay down, taking up the rest of the couch.

He rested his head in your lap, and you finished watching the movie together. You didn't see the end of the movie anyway, because you fell asleep before the end. Jacob, in this form was like a big fluffy pillow where all you had to do was close your eyes. 

You woke up, squeezed between the couch and an assassin. As you woke up, you thought you couldn't feel your arm. One of your legs was tangled somewhere. You could barely move it. You opened your eyes, but your view was blocked by the body of the assassin. 

"Jacob, you're crushing me," you muttered, trying to push him away. As small as the couch was, it was an easy task, and soon you heard a muffled thump. You smiled contentedly and closed your eyes again for a moment.

"That was mean," the Assassin echoed, sitting up. You sat up sleepily as well, and you rubbed the hand you had feeling in your eyes. Jacob leaned over and rested his head in your lap. All he had to do was close his eyes, and he'd fall asleep again. 

You watched him, and you thought you'd forgotten something. You stretched your arms when you noticed the bandage on your arm, and it all dawned on you.

"It's you again!" You cheered, forcing him to get up. He was still sleepy, looking at you with his big brown eyes, in which you could see the gold ring around the edges.

You leaned over and hugged him. You were relieved when you fell on top of him and rolled him to the ground. He was human again. 

"I'm glad, but I feel like I've been hit by a train," he replied, and you noticed the way he spoke, his teeth sharper, more pointed. 

You spent that day relaxing. You ordered food, but otherwise didn't do much of anything. Maybe in the evening, you finished cleaning up the mess from yesterday, but that was it.

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[ohsoulymoons]

GAVE ME GWEN!! WITHOUT THE FUCKING TRIANGLE BECAUSE I SAID SO. NO BEEF FROM COURTNEY AND DUNCAN JUST HER GOOD FRIEND!

Gwen who cries of death then lays in a coffin shaped bed to get ready for death one day soon she hopes... at 13 she built the bed with her father- more like her and mother built it because father stated she is fucking freak and it hurt Gwen so much and one the many reasons why her mother left him and signed the divorce papers... for you and your brother.

Gwen who hates red... she's her natural hair because even one says it looks like just her father's.

Gwen who accidentally triple texts Leshawna- well meant to text Leshawna texted Courtney... 5 hours later it's Courtney and Leshawna at her door with cheesy 50's to 80's horror movies for her to not "talk about it"

Gwen who plays piano

Mud cakes are favorite... it's recipe she made up as a child with her mom and it's vegan as well as her comfort food

Gwen who hates Chris who tries to ship anyone and everyone for views even Heather joins her in fake gagging at it

Gwen who picks at her nails, bites them off, and has annoying voice telling her to stop that... because no one likes her for doing that

Gwen who dye or paints red roses black for her bedroom collection

Gwen who tries so hard for anything and loses it on herself in bed crying in her pillow and her make all over it

Hates the smell of cigarettes due to is a memory of it smells like dad yelling at mom again and you have to make false promises to your baby brother they aren't fighting- you promise

Gwen tires to fit in but hates her own skin due it's too pale and like the moon not like her mother's skin. Bridgette makes sure have sunscreen always on her just for Gwen!

Gwen and Duncan hanging out with at funerals to point the are banned.

Gwen and Duncan pranking others

Gwen and Duncan trying to not end up fighting for last piece of watermelon and coconut for Courtney and Leshawna to pull them apart

[gryficowa]

Wait a minute, Hamas' symbol was a red triangle upside down? Fascists gave them this symbol? And this is an irony of fate that the triangle symbol was used again, earlier towards gays and lesbians, now it turns out that it was used as a symbol of Hamas, and this is just historical irony

Yes, I still don't know why they stuck to the triangle symbol (but with changed colors), why the triangle?

I understand a lot, but this has happened too many times, WTF

And in Germany they banned the red triangle (as a symbol of Hamas), so I found out that the symbol of Hamas was a triangle…

I guess they clung too tightly to this geometric figure, first gays and lesbians, now Hamas… And toilets, but toilets are a different story

Apparently the shape theory says that triangles are associated with danger, but I still don't understand that the triangle is still a symbol of what is given, it's just weird

Yeah, it just confused me