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drmaqazi · 1 year ago

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JEWISH TERRORISM & GENOCIDE OF PALESTINIANS IN OCCUPIED HOLY LAND SINCE 1948, AND STILL COPNTINUING TODAY BY KILLING HELPLESS & INNOCENT CHILDREN, WOMEN AND OLD PEOPLE UNDER THE EYES OF IMPOTENT SO-CALLED WORLD LEADERS, GOD FORBID, AMEN

Februrary 2012, “Death to Christians” painted on the walls of the Monastery of the Cross in Jerusalem.

The Vandalized Abbey of Latroun By Giorgio Bernadelli La Stampa (Italy) • Sept. 5, 2012 http://revisionistreview.blogspot.com/2012/09/another-israeli-assault-against-name-of.html “Jesus is a bastard” “Jesus son of a whore” “We will crucify you.” “Jesus is dead.” “Death to Christianity” “Jesus, son of Mary the prostitute” “Jesus is now a corpse” Yet another video “disapeared” by You Tube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcLTqo4jEK4 March 17, 2012, Consistent with Judaism’s imprecations against Gentiles, Chabad leaves man to die.

http://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/03/chabadniks-leave-purim-celebrating.html

April 14, 2012, Israeli soldiers brutally attack Palestinian bicyclists

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Try watching this video on www.youtube.com,

April 16, 2012, Israeli Army Lt. Colonel Shalom Eisner beats Danish human rights activist

http://revisionistreview.blogspot.com/2012/04/israeli-army-colonel-beats-danish-human.htmlhttps://youtu.be/uL-GmYBNDqYhttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM5Q1zIU2k4/T4yyWbx83qI/AAAAAAAAA-k/s8j1hHJuroQ/s640/Eisner_slugs_Andreas.jpg

Israeli Lt. Colonel Eisner buttstrokes Danish peace activist with his M16 rifle May 07, 2012, Undercover Israeli soldiers admitted in 2005 to throwing stones at other Israeli soldiers so they could blame it on Palestinians, as an excuse to crack down on peaceful protests by the Palestinians.

‘Undercover Israeli Combatants Threw Stones at IDF Soldiers in West Bank’ by Chaim Levinson, Ha’aretz, May 07, 2012 2:46 AM

http://www.haaretz.com/news/diplomacy-defense/undercover-israeli-combatants-threw-stones-at-idf-soldiers-in-west-bank-1.428584 July 2, 2012, Israeli Border Police in Hebron Filmed Kicking Palestinian Child on Way to get Food

https://www.ibtimes.co.uk/palestinian-boy-kicked-israeli-border-police-hebron-358985 Israeli border police man kicks a Palestinian child

Try watching this video on www.youtube.comJulyhttp://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/07/israeli-lawmaker-destroys-abominable.html

MK (Member of the Knesset) Michael Ben-Ari (National Union Party) is shown ripping pages out of the New Testament. “This is a provocation by church missionaries and there is no doubt that this book and those who sent it belong in the garbage can of history.” — Israeli Member of the Knesset Michael Ben-Ari

Israeli legislator vandalizes the New Testament

http://revisionistreview.blogspot.com/2016/09/israeli-legislator-vandalizes-new.html August 26, 2012, Rabbi Ovadia Yosef, spiritual leader of the Israeli political party Shas, calls again for genocide.

Rav Ovadia Yosef: We Must Pray for the Destruction of Iran By Jacob Edelist, The Jewish Press, Aug, 26, 2012

http://www.jewishpress.com/news/breaking-news/rav-ovadia-yosef-we-must-pray-for-the-destruction-of-iran/2012/08/26/ September 5, 2012, “Jesus is a monkey” spray painted on the Benedictine Abbey of Latroun (between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv). The Vandalized Abbey of Latroun By Giorgio Bernadelli La Stampa (Italy) • Sept. 5, 2012 http://revisionistreview.blogspot.com/2012/09/another-israeli-assault-against-name-of.html

Anti-Christian violence in Israel. Catholic leaders: Forces of hate

http://www.asianews.it/news-en/Anti-Christian-violence-in-Israel.-Catholic-leaders:-Forces-of-hate-25728.html “Jesus is a monkey” in Hebrew graffitied onto the wall next to the entrance of the Benedictine Abbey of Latroun

October 2, 2012, “Jesus, son of a whore, price tag” spray-painted on Church of the Dormition Catholic monastery in Jerusalem.

http://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/10/teachings-of-normative-orthodox-judaism.html

Vandals strike Jerusalem church by Lauren E. Bohn, Associated Press

http://www.dailystar.com.lb/News/Middle-East/2012/Oct-02/189881-jerusalem-monastery-target-of-price-tag-hate-crime.ashx#ixzz28A5GpQYN “Jesus, son of a whore, price tag” spray-painted onto a wall leading to the Church of the Dormition in Jerusalem

November 13, 2012, Israel’s War on Children: Part I Murdering Children for Sport – The Jewish Holocaust Against Arab Children

Israel’s War on Children - Part 2 – Revenge, Brutal Interrogation of Young Palestinians

http://www.bearcanada.com/fae/israel/revengeonchildren.html

Israel’s War on Children - Part 3 In Gaza, the Schools are Dying Too The Jewish War on Palestinian Children and Society http://www.bearcanada.com/fae/israel/gazaschools.html

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rockerb0y · 8 months ago

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metamorphosis was neither a facile victory to achieve nor an exercise of convenience.

WHEN the time came for a decision to be made in the hellish bowels of arasaka, fervid protest had brashly contended against the notion of an engramic transfer: a dire gamble which heavily relied on the equivocal stability of the megacorporation's rumored cloning program and the mercenary's cerebral condition after excision. a verbal undertaking had already been pledged at the hotel pistis sophia, a solemn promise to voluntarily surrender the body to its rightful owner which was intended to be fulfilled. v was meant to take priority if their continued existence couldn't be mutually assured, each and every time; thus, a string of imprecations and astringent objections existed as their own variety of obstacles when v's route deviated to the lower levels' research and development department and forewent her arrival at mikoshi entirely. despite all qualms, however, the transfer proved to be a serendipitous success.

at first, there had been nothing and then there had been everything all at once. the first breath necessitated a laborious effort, new lungs heaving under the direction of a new consciousness — a breath of life, for the first time in half a century. the cloned body felt so much heavier than his digital form but to take up physical space was a luxury no longer taken for granted; every limb and corporeal piece of him had weight to it and further to its benefit, the dysmorphia that he initially been present in his host's female form was noticeably absent. it felt right in the ways that mattered — as right as it could be in the circumstances.

in the reflection of the bathroom mirror had he bore witness to a ghost, a reimagined memory of a young man who had fatuously volunteered himself to an unwinnable war effort. dark blond strands had neither been exhaustively acquainted with dye nor known liberation from routine trims, still virgin and all-natural during the body's extended term in stasis and thereafter. the stubble along his jaw showcased a mere few hours' worth of growth, and the entirety of him was unmarred by conflicts long since buried beneath history's ashes. for all intents and purposes had he been resurrected as a clean canvas, and the foreign sight was equally as surreal as it was felicitous.

in the end, despite previous attempts to secrete the former, robert linder and johnny silverhand had been reborn as an amalgamation.

❝ nah, i'm covered for now. ❞ polished chrome revealed cigarette affixed between digits, expeditiously looted from evelyn parker's cigarette case to christen a fresh set of lungs and assert newfound independence over the vice. over time would addiction be gradually abated out of a vow of personal betterment but for now, a celebratory smoke was an apt means of festivity after their uproarious escape. ❝ found it in the usual spot. figured what's mine is yours, and vice versa. ❞

out of rare respect for his counterpart was the window cracked open a little, enough to air out the smoke so she didn't feel mandated to indulge in his habit; she didn't have to humour him anymore, not if she didn't want to. lighter's flame ignited with a rehearsed click and hovered near the end of the cigarette, waiting for it to take before the top was shut with a snap of his wrist and subsequently returned in the same fluid motion. at their respective heights, it didn't escape his notice how her hand was now dwarfed by his own.

even a passing touch felt electric.

❝ think i'll start feelin' more like myself once i get some fresh ink and a shit-ton'a hair dye. not used to looking like a fresh-faced youngblood, is all. thought that kid was dead and gone, rotted away to dust in that hotel room. funny that it's all come full circle again — still leagues better than the alternative, though. ❞ sly rejoinder prodded without intent to maim, smile becoming a little broader in a bid to re-establish some semblance of normality between them. ❝ you made the right call back there. a gonk-ass gamble, no two ways 'bout it, but fuck if it didn't actually pay off. you did good, v. really. ❞

eye contact was broken to temporarily relieve her of his scrutiny, still unaccustomed to the novelty of seeing her at all angles without the aid of glass. from v's countenance to her idle mannerisms, every aspect of her contributed to a resurgence of interest which had to be mindfully moderated. the world was finally his to freely observe, to experience, and to engage with. there was simply no knowing whether the privilege would ever lose its luster and be reduced to mundanity but it ultimately didn't matter: v would always have his undying gratitude for the second chance.

❝ how's it been for you ? figure it must be nice to have all that free space in your noggin. weird, maybe, but nice. ❞

@rockerb0y

shutting the door to the outside in her apartment felt almost deafening - crashing the reality of what they had managed to achieve finally falling down around her. and the exhaustion that seemed to be a permanent part of her being that clung to her bones made it hard for her to discern how she felt about it. relief - possibly. there was a sense of relief there, from the satisfaction of something finally going in her favor - of finally finding a victory in the sea of ruins that her life had become after the relic. relief, yes, that the ticking timer above her head wasn't quite as short. it was still there, but she bought herself years instead of possible just precious weeks. and - alone in her mind again, in her body, she didn't allow herself to think of the implications of walking that road alone now that her other occupant was no longer unwillingly chained to her side. he had his freedom - that was what they had both wanted, right? after johnny no longer looked like the monster under her bed with fangs and claws - after their connection slowly humanized him and she saw a man underneath. not a legend. not a monster -- johnny. she wanted him to have his second chance, and because of that she couldn't be upset if the relic became her issue alone. right? he had no duty to her, and she knew that. she would think about that later - she didn't have the energy to do so in the present moment. as the sounds of the shower pelting against the stall walls filled the small apartment, val busied herself with getting comfortable. stripping off her jacket and laying it over a chair near the door - removing her boots and tucking them to the side. she wanted to sit, and relax -- her body needed it. but her mind was restless. her mind was empty again, and it felt hollow. strange. like a part of her had been ripped out and she hadn't been prepared for the empty feeling that it would leave behind. like prying out out a tooth, or a bone. her and johnny were no longer impossibly entwined by code - once he was showered and whole, she found him sitting on the couch - and she couldn't help letting her eyes linger on him. she wasn't ogling - that wasn't it. sure, johnny was a conveniently attractive man - anyone with eyes knew that. hell, he probably knew that. no, that wasn't it. it was the startling appearance of the blank slate of his skin - lacking the scars and ink that she was so accustomed to decorating his skin in her head. he looked different, in more ways than one. he looked real, like his body actually took up space. like he wasn't about to flicker and glitch out of existence; like his lines held structure. the couch under him bowed under his solid weight, and she couldn't keep her eyes off him for the moment - her eyes lingering on his facial features; even his hair was different. his scruff, short and barely existent and lacking the patches of scar tissue along his jaw. but his eyes -- his eyes were the same. her expression was unreadable as she eventually crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the coffee table near him. because her own mind, picking apart whatever she had going on there, wasn't important at the moment. she could only imagine what was going on in his - what he was feeling. she takes a breath and speaks, looking up at him again to try and meet his eyes. "how do you feel? do you need anything?" her pantry lacked anything of luxury, but she at least could keep him from going hungry.

#relicruined #TXT.log #ACT III. THE REVIVAL #long post for ts #this is me begging you not to match this lmao

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bookkats · 3 years ago

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Don't Give up, A Prayer

Don’t Give up, A Prayer

God I am pretty mad at humans today and Old White Men and the powers that be And the manipulators Who thought one dollar more was more important than getting justice done and the church who put off flipping tables for another time and place And I want to rage and scream and find the right punishment for all of my enemies except I don’t really know who my enemies are just they…

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#abortion #Imprecation #Justice #Roe v. Wade

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lizadale · 3 years ago

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so i’ve been reading the dictionary (as one does), and though i’m only freshly in the L’s i thought i’d share a handful of my favorites (for various reasons) so far, both words i already knew and ones i’ve learned recently.

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alacrity (n): cheerful readiness

clairaudience (n): the faculty of perceiving, as if by hearing, what is inaudible

claque (n): a group of people hired to applaud or heckle a performer

clinquant (adj): glittering with gold or tinsel

cloy (v): disgust or sicken someone with excessive romantics, sweetness, or sentimentality

crepuscular (adj): of or relating to twilight; dim

defenestrate (v): to throw something or someone out of a window

diablerie (n): reckless mischief; charismatic wildness

ebullience (n): zestful enthusiasm

eidolon (n): a phantom; an apparition

ensconce (v): shelter, conceal

foible (n): a minor flaw or shortcoming in character or behavior

frisson (n): a brief moment of emotional excitement

imbroglio (n): an acutely painful or embarrassing misunderstanding; an intricate or complicated situation

imprecate (v): utter a curse or invoke evil against someone or something

inanition (n): the absence or loss of social, moral, or intellectual vitality or vigor

insouciant (adj): lightheartedly unconcerned; nonchalant

inure (v): to accustom someone to accept something unpleasant (as normal)

inveigle (v): persuade someone to do something by means of deception or flattery

irenic (adj): promoting peace, moderation, or conciliation

jiggery-pokery (n): trickery

kibitz (v): to look on and offer unwanted advice or comment

lachrymose (adj): given to tears or weeping; mournful

lèse-majesté (n): the insulting of a monarch; treason

limerence (n): the mental state of profound infatuation or obsession with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings

#most of these of course pertain to dimentio because apparently that's my life now #words #shut up libby

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aboutanancientenquiry · 4 years ago

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Herodotus, an “invaluable” source on the Egyptian Religion

“Herodotus and the Egyptian Idea of Immortality

IN his account of Egypt Herodotus shows a deep respect for Egyptian religion and describes its influence upon other peoples. According to him, almost all the names of the gods came to Greece from Egypt (ii. 50-52), as did many other legends and mystery cults which Herodotus merely mentions but declines to discuss except when compelled to do so by the course of his narrative (ii. 3, 46, 61, 65, 71, 81). In a more particular way he informs us about popular beliefs and practices of this exceedingly religious people. He speaks about circumcision (ii. 36 f., 104), ritual purity of the native Egyptians (ii. 41, cf. Gen. 43:32) and their priests (ii. 37); ritual cleanliness of the animals (ii. 38, 47), their worship (ii. 46, 65, 69, 71-74, 76), embalming (ii. 67 f.) and burial (ii. 41, 67); about the manner of sacrifice (ii. 42, 45, 47 f.), imprecations and libations (ii. 39), sacrificial fast and banquet (ii. 40); about festivals, processions, litanies to the gods (ii. 48, 63, 122) and calendars (ii. 82); about prodigies (ii. 82), divination (ii. 83), mummification (ii. 86; iii. 16) and burial (ii. 136). This information supplies an addition to and expansion upon religious practices known to us from Egyptian sources, and it is therefore invaluable. About a particular aspect of the Egyptian religion, the after-life, Herodotus offers but a few references. “

Abstract of “Herodotus and the Egyptian Idea of Immortality” by L. V. Žabkar , published 1 January 1963 in the History Journal of Near Eastern Studies

Louis Vico Zabkar (1914-1994) was an important American Egyprologist of Slovenian origin. According to the article of Wikipedia about him (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Vico_%C5%BDabkar ) “his interests and published works include Egyptian religion, Egyptian and Nubian archaeology, Ptolemaic language and history.[3] See also his eulogy in the Journal of Near Eastern Studies. His 1968 book on the concept of the ba in Ancient Egypt was the first in depth study of the subject.[4] His Book on The Hymns to Isis in Her Temple at Philae was the first editing and translation of the earliest hymns to Isis.”

Source: https://www.semanticscholar.org/paper/Herodotus-and-the-Egyptian-Idea-of-Immortality-%C5%BDabkar/b8eeb154c4d989a02cafaae54d885f2118f1d69f

#herodotus #greek classics #greek historians #ancient egypt #egyptian religion #egyptology #louis vico zabkar

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elliehillfinalmajorproject · 5 years ago

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RESEARCH BLOG - FMP 12/03/2020

Research Blog for the Final Major Project

From the beginning of this year, I began a brainstorm of subjects I was interested in conceptually, considering aesthetics, media and audience as well. While I know I have always had an interest in the general concept of identity, and human physical existence within the world as a space, I knew this was fairly vague and that I needed to dig deeper to create more specific and purposeful work. I knew I was especially interested in the universal relatability of physical existence and of how one presents themselves to the world.

While researching this topic in order to make my ideas more specific, I came across a TED talk by Caroline McHugh, ‘The Art Of Being Yourself’. While McHugh talked about perception of others and being perceived, she noted that the need to be liked and the need for recognition from others, even strangers, can be rehabilitating (especially in women). Positivity and self-love ran through the talk, especially within the phrase “you will never be perception less, but you can be free of perception”. However, one of the main things that interested me from the talk was McHugh’s statement that there are four main sides of a person; perception (“the most visible you”, what people see), persona (your adaptive personality, a “construct self”, forever changing), ego (what you think of yourself) and self (who you actually are).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veEQQ-N9xWU

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I found the distinction between who you think you are and your actual identity interesting, as well as the idea that all these different sides, all first impressions and relationships to others make up a person��s identity. I also began looking at Instagram makeup artist accounts, seeing how they used makeup to alter or enhance their appearances.

This allowed me to begin experimenting with makeup on myself, altering my appearance and taking research photographs throughout the process. Having never used makeup as a medium before, and a human face as a canvas, I began by doing detailed designs, and in some photographs, simply blacking out whole sections of the face. For example, one of the make-up looks was based on the hundred-eyed giant Argos from Greek mythology. An hundred-eyed giant-son of Arestor, whose name “Panoptes” translates to ��all-seeing one”, his myth involved slaying Echidna for Hera, which he completed successfully. To be able to see from all angles is a gift humans are not blessed with; the idea that people are constantly physically viewing you from different angles, and mentally judging you (i.e. first impressions, reviewing if you are good or bad based on your actions, etc.) is genuinely scary to me and is something I feel I am aware of a lot of the time. While Caroline McHugh's mantra “you will never be perception less, but you can be free of perception” rings true, I feel that the fear of being judged is an issue a vast amount of people struggle with, including myself, and could be a really interesting concept to explore in trying to relate to all these people, a reminder that you are not alone.

I used the myth of Argos as inspiration because of the common saying that eyes are the window to the soul. Whether or not the saying has any truth to it, (which I am open to exploring), I liked the irony of covering the face in fake eyes, creating an illusion of where to look to truly see the person. Considering my audience is something I don't feel is a strong area of mine, but this make-up look is designed to "confuse", using suspension of disbelief to confuse or disorientate the audience.

After this, I created multiple skin tone canvases, painting them as if they were flesh, then rubbing them with white spirit to reveal cracking in the canvas to make them look as realistic and "fleshy". I also painted each canvas in slightly different shades, showing the different perspectives one can have of a person in different lights from different angles. Velcro-ing these together, I projected my ‘Argos’ makeup, documented through film, onto the canvases to create a flickering piece across a multitude of different canvases, intending to confuse the viewer of which eye to meet eye contact with, as well as the multitude of different canvases representing the different perspectives and angles one can be seen from.

Following this, I practiced drawing specific facial features, (including eyes, as they symbolise Argos), to become familiar with the human form. I then painted the eye motif onto wooden panels in black acrylic in order to experiment with materials and techniques, with one eye looking to the left, one to the centre on two separate panels. I wanted to present a mysterious “shifty” idea of a person looking both ways, while also exploring the different “sides” to a person that McHugh described, physically representing that through the directions left and forward.

I then wanted to delve into other methods of adapting the face to alter appearance, and used the Matthieu Bourel as an artist reference.

His work includes cutting out sections of the face to reveal an ambiguous setting beneath; I took this as inspiration, using my own photographs of settings from over Christmas (taken in Rome, Italy) and placing them beneath images of people where I had cut out specific elements of their face, for example the cheeks, the eyes, the eyebrows, the mouth: essentially, any element that could reveal inner emotion of a person to the outside world (a raise of the eyebrow, a smile or frown, crinkle in the eyes).

I was additionally influenced by artists within the Surrealist period (such as Rene Margritte and Salvador Dali). Inspired by Magritte’s ‘The Lovers’, I created a photographic series where I covered my subject’s faces with calico. While the material is opaque, if you look closely you are intentionally able to decipher various physical features, which I find interesting; it poses the question do the subjects want to be seen?

By exploring new media such as makeup, canvas, projection, and paint on wood panels, I feel I have delved deep into my concept of perception and presentation of the self, while learning new techniques throughout this exploration.

Media I am interested in experimenting with includes embroidering on calico, as it reminds me of a blank canvas ("pokerface"), while the artist Maurizio Anzeri uses embroidery within his pieces to represent psychological outburst. Anzeri embroiders into his own photography to show human vulnerability through his use of colour and direction, and I have always admired his work.

While I have previously looked at adapting facial features, or adding to them to alter appearance, I would like to explore the idea of masking (hiding, rather than adapting). While makeup serves to enhance the features you already possess, I am interested in people who hide their appearance, or “wear a mask”, and the reasons why they do so. When considering this idea, I was reminded of lyrics to songs I listened to when I was younger, in particular from Billy Joel’s ‘The Stranger’ and The Beatles’ ‘Eleanor Rigby’. Both songs reference wearing a mask or a ‘face’ to prevent anyone from knowing who they really are deep down; Eleanor Rigby is “wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door”. Within my final project, I am interested in possibly creating masks, or a metaphorical representation of covering your face. I also think I could explore the reasons why people may feel the need to cover their face physically: religious reasons, insecurity (covering up blemishes, acne, imprecations, flaws with makeup), decorative tattoos, piercings or make-up (for fun) and metaphorically: sociopathic tendencies (as sociopaths tend to imitate traits of non-sociopaths i.e. empathy), insecurity again (i.e. plastering on a personality or behaviour to seem like someone you are not). Delving deeper into one of these reasons could result in some focused work, and I am more inclined to talk about physical and mental presentation as a result of insecurity as that is something to relate to (I am not a sociopath, and I am not part of a religion). As a result of this, I intend my audience to be people who struggle with the idea of other perceiving them, and their need to be liked.

In conclusion, I am excited to make more work and explore my concepts of perception and physical existence during the Final Major Project.

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hellbastardator · 7 years ago

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IMPRECATION - Satanae Tenebris Infinita - 2013

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KqtX0Wti2I

#imprecation #united states #death metal

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mionewrites · 7 years ago

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A month or so ago, I posted a list of words that you should think about including in your writings. These were words I thought were beautiful and words that I found interesting. There were even some words I had never head of. You can find that post here.

Since then, I have found a bunch more that you should also include in your writings. Enjoy! :)

aeonian (adj.): eternal; everlasting

archaic (adj.): marked by the characteristics of an earlier period; antiquated

bagatelle (n.): something of little value or importance; a trifle

bakemeat (n.): pastry; pie

beguile (v.): to influence by trickery, flattery, etc.; mislead; delude

burble (v.): to make a bubbling sound; bubble (2) to speak in an excited manner

cockcrow (n.): the time at which a cock characteristically crows; daybreak

coruscant (adj.): sparkling or gleaming; scintillating

deadwood (n.): the dead branches on a tree

deasil (adv.): clockwise or in a direction following the apparent course of the sun; considered as lucky or auspicious

dundrearies (plural n.): long, full sideburns or muttonchop whiskers

earthshine (n.): the faint illumination of the part of the moon not illuminated by sunlight, as during a crescent phase, caused by the reflection of light from the earth

eyesome (adj.): pleasant to look at

gleek (v.): to make a joke; jest

hearth (n.): the floor of a fireplace, usually of stone, brick, etc., often extending a short distance into a room

imprecate (v.): to invoke or call down (evil or curses), as upon a person

logomachy (n.): a dispute about or concerning words (2) an argument or debate marked by the reckless or incorrect use of words; meaningless battle of words

maudlin (adj.): tearfully or weakly emotional; foolishly sentimental (2) foolishly or mawkishly sentimental because of drunkenness

nostrum (n.): a medicine sold with false or exaggerated claims and with no demonstrable value; quack medicine (2) a scheme, theory, device, etc., especially one to remedy social or political ills; panacea

obviate (v.): to anticipate and prevent or eliminate (difficulties, disadvantages, etc.) by effective measures; render unnecessary

palmy (adj.): glorious, prosperous, or flourishing (2) abounding in or shaded with palms

parapraxis (n.): a slip of the tongue or pen, forgetfulness, misplacement of objects, or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes

piffle (n.): nonsense, as trivial or senseless talk

sagittate (adj.): shaped like an arrowhead

scrummy (adj.): scrumptious; delicious

stravage (v.): to wander aimlessly (2) to saunter; stroll

sylvan (adj.): of, relating to, or inhabiting the woods

tidings (n.): news, information, or intelligence

toporific (adj.) causing torpor; causing sluggish inactivity

winsome (adj.): sweetly or innocently charming; winning; engaging

*A lot of these words came from various ‘Word of the Day’ calendars. All the Definitions came from Dictionary.com.

#my resources #writing #writing resources #writeblr #writing tips #vocabulary #definitions #booklr #writing advice

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pope-francis-quotes · 7 years ago

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12th August >> (@zenitenglish) Pope Francis’ Angelus Address: On Not Grieving the Holy Spirit Whom We Received in Baptism.

The Promises of Baptism Have Two Aspects: The Giving up of Evil and Adherence to the Good.

(Virginia Forrester @zenitenglish)

Here is ZENIT translation of the address Pope Francis gave August 12, 2018, before and after praying the midday Angelus with those gathered in St. Peter’s Square.

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Before the Angelus:

Dear Brothers and Sisters and dear Italian young people, good morning!

In today’s second Reading, Saint Paul addresses an urgent invitation to us: “Do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, in whom you were sealed for the day of redemption” (Ephesians 4:30).

But I wonder, how is the Holy Spirit grieved? We all received Him in Baptism and in Confirmation, therefore, to not grieve the Holy Spirit it’s necessary to live in a consistent manner with the promises of Baptism, renewed in Confirmation. In a consistent manner, not with hypocrisy: don’t forget this. A Christian can’t be a hypocrite; he must live in a consistent way. The promises of Baptism have two aspects: the giving up of evil and adherence to the good.

To give up evil means to say “no” to temptations, to sin, and to Satan. More concretely, it means saying “no” to a culture of death, which is manifested in fleeing from the real to a false happiness that is expressed in lies, in fraud, in injustice, in contempt for the other. To all this, one must say “no.” The new life that was given to us in Baptism, and which has the Spirit as source, rejects a conduct dominated by feelings of division and discord. Therefore, the Apostle Paul exhorts to remove from one’s heart all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander, with all malice” (v. 31). So says Paul. These six elements or vices, which disturb the joy of the Holy Spirit, poison the heart and lead to imprecations against God and against one’s neighbor.

However, it’s not enough not to do evil to be a good Christian; it’s necessary to adhere to the good. Here then Saint Paul continues: “Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you” (v. 32). One often hears it said: “I don’t harm anyone.” And he/she believes him/herself to be a saint. OK, but do you do good? How many people don’t do evil but don’t do good either, and their life unfolds in indifference, in apathy, and in tepidness. Such an attitude is contrary to the Gospel, and it’s also contrary to your nature, young people, who by nature are dynamic, passionate and courageous. Remember this — if you remember it, we can repeat it together: it’s good not to do evil, but it’s evil not to do good.” Saint Albert Hurtado said this.

Today I exhort you to be protagonists of the good. Don’t think you are OK when you don’t do evil. Each one is culpable for the good he could have done and didn’t do. It’s not enough not to hate; one must forgive. It’s not enough not to be resentful; it’s necessary to pray for one’s enemies. It’s not enough not to be the cause of divisions; it’s necessary to bring peace where there isn’t peace? It’s not enough not to speak badly of others; it’s necessary to interrupt when we hear someone being spoken of badly: to stop the gossip is to do good. If we don’t oppose evil, we fuel it in a tacit way. It’s necessary to intervene where evil is being spread because evil spreads where daring Christians are lacking, who oppose it with the good, “walking in love” (Cf. 5:2), in keeping with Saint Paul’s admonition.

Dear young people, in these days you have walked a lot! Therefore, you are trained and I can say to you: walk in charity, walk in love! And we walk together towards the forthcoming Synod of Bishops. May the Virgin Mary support us with her maternal intercession so that each one of us can say every day, with facts “no” to evil and “yes” to the good.

[Original text: Italian] [ZENIT’s translation by Virginia M. Forrester]

After the Angelus:

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

I greet you all, Romans and pilgrims from so many parts of the world.

In particular, I greet the young people of Italian dioceses, accompanied by their respective Bishops, their priests, and educators. Over these days you have shed your enthusiasm and your faith through the streets of Rome. I thank you for your presence and for your Christian witness! And in thanking you yesterday, I forgot to say a word to the priests, who are those closest to you: I thank the priests very much, I thank them for the work they do day after day, I thank them for their patience — because one needs patience to work with you all! The patience of priests . . . I thank them so much, so much, so much. And I’ve also seen many Sisters who work with you: I also thank the Sisters very much.

And my gratitude extends to the Italian Episcopal Conference, represented here by the President, Cardinal Gualtiero Bassetti, who organized this meeting of young people in view of the forthcoming Synod of Bishops.

Dear young people, as you return to your communities, witness to your contemporaries and to all those you meet, the joy of the fraternity and the communion you experienced in these days of pilgrimage and prayer.

I wish you all a happy Sunday, a good return home. And please, don’t forget to pray for me! Enjoy your lunch and goodbye!

[Original text: Italian] [ZENIT’s translation by Virginia M. Forrester]

AUGUST 12, 2018 14:16

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Psalms 9-10

Psalms 9 and 10 are one psalm, and are treated as such by the Septuagint. So all Greek and Hebrew Bible psalm numbering is off by one for several psalms. (Here's a reconciliation of Psalms numbering by a fellow Biblical Studies blogger and carnival host.)

This psalm is a broken alphabetic game. Whether it is broken because it is old and has been left in a disordered room and pieces were lost under the bed or under the dresser, or whether it is deliberately broken as if the child does not want to play, we don't know. What we do know is that an editor or an author can decide to drop a verse, as the Masoretes dropped the Nun verse of Psalms 145, or deliberately reverse the normal sequence of letters as Lamentations reverses peh and ayin.

This is the longest analysis of the music we have yet undertaken. Psalms 9 begins on the third of the scale, tifcha, g, the mediant. According to my thesis, this shows its connection to the prior psalm. The first acrostics of book 5 (111, 112) also begin on a note other than the tonic. The remaining acrostic poems all begin on the tonic.

thlim 't Psalms 9 Fn Min Max Syll a lmnxk yl-mut lbn mzmor ldvid 1 For the leader on death of the son. A psalm of David. g 3e 3g 13 b aodh ihvh bcl-libi asprh cl-nplaotiç 2 I will thank Yahweh with all my heart. I will recount all your wonders. 3e 4B 8 9 g awmkh vaylxh bç azmrh wmç ylion 3 I will be glad and I will be elated in you. I will sing a psalm to your name Most High. 3e 4B 8 7 d bwub-aoibii akor iicwlu viabdu mpniç 4 But when my enemies turn back, let them stumble and perish from your presence. 3e 4A 6 10 h ci-ywit mwp'ti vdini iwbt lcisa wop't xdq 5 For you have made my judgment and my case. You sit enthroned judging right. 3e 4B 9 10 v gyrt goiim aibdt rwy wmm mkit lyolm vyd 6 God, you rebuked the nations. You made wickedness perish. You have erased their name forever and ever. 3e 4B 10 10 z haoib tmu korbot lnxk vyrim ntwt abd zcrm hmh 7 Here O enemy, completed are ruins in perpetuity, and cities you have blotted out. Perished is their memory of them. 3e 4B 11 6 6 k vihvh lyolm iiwb conn lmwp't cisao 8 Verily, Yahweh forever sits. He has established his throne for judgment. g 3e 4B 7 7 't vhua iwpo't-tbl bxdq idin laumim bmiwrim 9 And he himself will judge the world in righteousness. He will make the case for the tribes in uprightness. 3e 4A 9 9 i vihi ihvh mwgb ldç mwgb lyitot bxrh 10 And Yahweh will be a retreat for the crushed, a retreat in times of trouble. ~ 3e 4C 8 8 ia vib'tku bç iodyi wmç ci la-yzbt dorwiç ihvh 11 And they will trust in you knowing your name, for you Yahweh do not forsake those searching for you. 3e 4C 11 9 ib zmru lihvh iowb xion hgidu bymim ylilotiv 12 Zion in Zion where Yahweh sits, let all sing a psalm. Evident among the peoples is his prodigality. 3e 4B 8 10 ig ci-dorw dmim aotm zcr la-wck xyqt ynvvim 13 Because searching out blood, he remembers them. He does not forget the outcry of the afflicted. 3e 4B 8 8 id konnni ihvh rah yonii mwonaii mrommi mwyri mvvt 14 Have mercy, be gracious to me Yahweh. See my impoverishment from those hating me, you who lift me high from the gates of death, 3e 4B 12 9 'tv lmyn asprh cl-thiltç bwyri bt-xion agilh biwuytç 15 so that I will recount all your praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in your salvation. 3e 4A 12 7 8 'tz 'tbyu goiim bwkt ywu brwt-zu 'tmnu nlcdh rglm 16 The nations sink in the destruction they made. In this net that they buried, their foot is caught. 3e 4B 9 12 iz nody ihvh mwp't ywh bpoyl cpiv noqw rwy higion slh 17 Yahweh is known, Judgment he makes. In the work of his palms he lays a trap for the wicked. Meditation. Selah. C 3d 4C 8 9 5 ik iwubu rwyim lwaolh cl-goiim wcki alohim 18 Into their grave the wicked will turn, all nations that forget God. 3e 4B 9 9 i't ci la lnxk iiwck abion tqvvt yniim tabd lyd 19 Causes of the needy will not always be forgotten. The expectation of the poor will not perish for ever. C 3e 4C 10 9 c qumh ihvh al-iyoz anow iiwp'tu goiim yl-pniç 20 arise Yahweh, let a mortal not be strong. Let the nations be judged in your presence. 3e 4B 9 9 ca with ihvh morh lhm iidyu goiim anow hmh slh 21 Impose, Yahweh. Fear to them. let the nations know their mortality. Selah. ~ 3e 4C 8 4 6 thlim i Psalms 10 Fn Min Max Syll a lmh ihvh tymod brkoq tylim lyitot bxrh 1 LORD why do you stand in the distance, obscure in times of trouble? 3e 4B 10 8 b bgavvt rwy idlq yni iitpwu bmzimot zu kwbu 2 In pride criminal hotly pursues poor. Let them be arrested in those schemes they have devised. 3e 4B 10 10 g ci-hill rwy yl-tavvt npwo uboxy birç niax ihvh 3 For criminal boasted over its own desire, and blessed extortion, spurning Yahweh. 3e 4B 10 10 d rwy cgobh apo bl-idrow ain alohim cl-mzimotiv 4 Criminal looks down its un-searching nose. There is no God in all its multifarious schemes. 3e 4B 10 9 h ikilu drciv bcl-yt mrom mwp'tiç mngdo cl-xorriv ipik bhm 5 Its ways are twisted. In all times, high is your judgment, out of its sight. All its troubles, It snorts at them. ~ 3e 4C 18 8 v amr blibo bl-amo't ldor vdor awr la-bry 6 It said in its heart, I will not be moved, from generation to generation, in which there is no evil. 3e 4B 8 9 z alh pihu mla umrmot vtoç tkt lwono yml vavvn 7 Pucker full of imprecation and deceit and fraud, under its tongue toil and mischief, 3e 4C 11 10 k iiwb bmarb kxrim bmstrim ihrog nqi yiniv lklch ixponu 8 it sits in the lurking places of the villages. In hidden places it slays the innocent, its eyes treasuring the hapless. 3e 4C 17 8 't iarob bmstr carih bsuco iarob lk'tof yni ik'tof yni bmowco brwto 9 It lies in wait in its hiding place like lion in lair. It lies in wait to seize the poor. It seizes the poor. It draws him away in Its net. 3e 4B 20 10 i idch iwok vnpl byxumiv kil caim 10 It crushes. It presses down, and hapless falls by its sheer numbers. 3e 4B 5 10 ia amr blibo wck al hstir pniv bl-rah lnxk 11 It said in its heart, God has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see. 3e 4B 8 10 ib qumh ihvh al nwa idç al-twck ynvvim 12 Quickly arise! Yahweh God. Lift up your hand. Do not forget the afflicted. 3e 4C 10 6 ig yl-mh niax rwy alohim amr blibo la tdrow 13 Since when does criminal spurn God? It said in its heart, He will not search. 3e 4C 9 8 id rait ci-ath yml vcys tbi't ltt bidç yliç iyzob klch itom ath hiit yozr 14 Regard you will, for you yourself take note of toil and grief to give by your hand. To you the hapless defer. The orphan you yourself will help. 3d 4C 18 9 9 'tv wbor zroy rwy vry tdrow-rwyo bl-tmxa 15 Shatter the arm of criminal, and for an evil one, search out its crimes till none is found. g 3e 4B 7 9 'tz ihvh mlç yolm vyd abdu goiim marxo 16 Yahweh is king now and for ever. Perished are the nations from his land. 3e 4B 8 7 iz tavvt ynvvim wmyt ihvh tcin libm tqwib aoznç 17 The desire of the afflicted you have heard Yahweh. Establish their heart. You will make your ear attend, 3e 4B 11 9 ik lwpo't itom vdç bl-iosif yod lyrox anow mn-harx 18 to judge orphan and crushed. Adding no longer, to ruthlessness is mortal from the earth. 3e 4A 6 4 9

I have bolded the acrostic letters and a few selected recurring words to see if they help define strophes. I have generally considered acrostics to be less amenable than other poems to structural analysis.

Here's the music.

What if we abstract the musical shapes by verse. We could substitute the accent names, but the letters are briefer. The three-character abbreviations below are for ornaments (supra-lineal signs). This is easier than talking about accent sequences, but much harder than reading and hearing the music. There are no available performances.

incipit g f# rev,f# e - no higher than an f#

2 e B g ^A ger-rev,e - first half matches 10:6, second half revia mugrash occurs 30 times, 9 times on ^A - this is an extended recit on the rest note, can be significant in word / mood painting. 3 e B B ^A g B e - first half matches 18 4 e f# ^A f# ger-rev,e - first half matches 10:6 and final approach of 9 and 16, second half ger-rev occurs 19 times on an f# - 7 full matches for this return to the tonic 5 e g B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e unique approach to ^A - 21 return to the tonic via f#, 8 full matches for v5 6 e B g B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e - first half, nine matches, 6, 11, 13, 16, 20 and 10:1-3 and 16

7 e pas,f# rev,ole,f# f# ^A g B e - tricolon - note 6 occurrences of pashta (=qadma) 8 g B ^A g B e - first half matches 10:15 + 18 final approach partial matches 9 e rev,e f# ^A f# ger-rev,e - 13 return to the tonic directly after the common ornament. 10 zar,C B B ^A ger-rev,f# e The first of three verses to begin with a zarqa 11 e B g B ^A C e g B e - middle verse music is unique both in approach and return 12 e rev,g B ^A f# ger-rev,e 13 e B g B ^A e ger-rev,f# e - ger-rev on the tonic

14 e ill,rev,B g ^A ger-rev,f# e - seven illuy, 6 in the next psalm 15 e f# rev,e ole,f# e f# ^A ger-rev,e - tricolon 16 e B g B ^A e f# ger-rev,f# e 17 C pas,zar,d ole,f# B g B ^A f# e - tricolon 18 e B B ^A ger-rev,f# e 19 C B g B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e

20 e B g B ^A f# ger-rev,e 21 zar,C pas,rev,ole,f# f# ^A g B e- tricolon

1 e B g B ^A ger-rev,f# e 2 e B g B ^A shl,g B e - unique shalshelet in this verse. 3 e B g B ^A f# ger-rev,zar,f# e 4 e rev,B g ^A f# ger-rev,e 5 zar,C pas,rev,B g ^A ger-rev,f# e

6 e B g ^A f# ger-rev,B e return to the tonic matches 10 and 13 following 7 e C B g B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e 8 e C ill,rev,g B ^A ger-rev,e f# e 9 e ill,pas,ill,rev,g B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e 10 e f# ^A f# ger-rev,B e 11 e B g B e ^A f# ger-rev,f# e

12 e C rev,g B ^A f# e 13 e C g f# ^A f# ger-rev,B e 14 e paz,e C zar,C pas,zar,d ole,f# g B ^A ger-rev,C ill,e - tricolon 15 g B ^A ger-rev,e f# e 16 e B g B ^A f# ger-rev,e 17 e ill,B B ^A f# ger-rev,f# e 18 e f# rev,ole,f# f# ^A f# ger-rev,e - tricolon

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JEWISH TERRORISM & GENOCIDE IN THE OCCUPIED HOLY LAND SINCE 1948 AND STILL CONTINUING TILL TODAY BY KILLING OF HELPLESS & INNOCENT CHILDREN, WOMEN & OLD PEOPLE UNDER THE EYES OF IMOPOTENT SO-CALLED WORLD LEADERS, GOD FORBID!

Februrary 2012, “Death to Christians” painted on the walls of the Monastery of the Cross in Jerusalem.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcLTqo4jEK4 March 17, 2012, Consistent with Judaism’s imprecations against Gentiles, Chabad leaves man to die.

http://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/03/chabadniks-leave-purim-celebrating.html

April 14, 2012, Israeli soldiers brutally attack Palestinian bicyclists

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Try watching this video on www.youtube.com,

April 16, 2012, Israeli Army Lt. Colonel Shalom Eisner beats Danish human rights activist

‘Undercover Israeli Combatants Threw Stones at IDF Soldiers in West Bank’ by Chaim Levinson, Ha’aretz, May 07, 2012 2:46 AM

https://www.ibtimes.co.uk/palestinian-boy-kicked-israeli-border-police-hebron-358985 Israeli border police man kicks a Palestinian child

Try watching this video on www.youtube.comJulyhttp://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/07/israeli-lawmaker-destroys-abominable.html

Israeli legislator vandalizes the New Testament

Rav Ovadia Yosef: We Must Pray for the Destruction of Iran By Jacob Edelist, The Jewish Press, Aug, 26, 2012

Anti-Christian violence in Israel. Catholic leaders: Forces of hate

October 2, 2012, “Jesus, son of a whore, price tag” spray-painted on Church of the Dormition Catholic monastery in Jerusalem.

http://mauricepinay.blogspot.com/2012/10/teachings-of-normative-orthodox-judaism.html

Vandals strike Jerusalem church by Lauren E. Bohn, Associated Press

November 13, 2012, Israel’s War on Children: Part I Murdering Children for Sport – The Jewish Holocaust Against Arab Children

Israel’s War on Children - Part 2 – Revenge, Brutal Interrogation of Young Palestinians

http://www.bearcanada.com/fae/israel/revengeonchildren.html

Israel’s War on Children - Part 3 In Gaza, the Schools are Dying Too The Jewish War on Palestinian Children and Society http://www.bearcanada.com/fae/israel/gazaschools.html

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glitchinthesystemspiderbyte · 8 years ago

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[14] Glitch in the System - Chelsea Morning (The Mission: Pt. 3)

By K. A smooch(!) happens. Chapter title is a reference to Joni Mitchell's "Chelsea Morning", which you can peep here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_y7O06z77Q.

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Widowmaker wasted little time in procuring an audience with Akande inasmuch as she offered him no say in the matter. She stewed the entire flight from Milan to Venice, punctuating the assistance she offered their medic with sporadic reprieves to the observation deck. There, alone, the sniper paced in silence as she struggled with with the unplaceable, coursing adrenaline that fueled her restlessness and left her balling fists so tight they left tender, narrow crescents along the inside of her palms. Even devoid of the ability to connect with it on a cognitive level, she recognized the physiological manifestation of what, in anyone else, would be anger. Unfortunately, Talon’s air transport offered little in the way of outlets for that frustration; instead, she grabbed her comms device on one of her trips between the medical bay and observation deck and dialed Doomfist’s number with as much deliberate force as the screen could withstand.

“What?” he asked, irritation filtering through static space with digitized crispness.

“We are going to talk,” Widowmaker commanded flatly. “ETA 1930. D’accord?”

“Lacroix-,” Akande began, but she hung up before he could respond. It felt strangely vindicating.

After seeing Sombra to her room and tipping the medic generously, Widowmaker crossed to the eastern wing of the estate, ignoring evening greetings from other agents as she transitioned from the relative quietude of the west side to the bustling heart of their current operation. Taking the stairs two at a time, she made her way to the second floor and shouldered straight through Akande’s office door without so much as a knock.

Doomfist rose from behind his desk in acknowledgement.

“I don’t much appreciate being hung up on,” he said, setting aside a handful of papers as he stepped around the edge of the desk.

“I do not much appreciate being sent on fool’s errands,” Widowmaker replied, light and clipped as she closed the door behind her.

“Excuse me?”

“Fool’s errands,” she repeated, giving the words enough space to emphasize the accusation. “You knew it was a trap. We all did.”

Akande stood unmoving as she approached, hands tucked into the pockets of his linen slacks; as always, an impossible read. Widowmaker gave her imprecation a wide berth, locking eyes with Doomfist as she waited.

“What do you want?” Akande asked calmly, his expression unwavering. The sniper inclined her chin, searching his face for any indication of intent and, unsurprisingly, finding nothing.

“What do you mean, ‘What do I want’?” she asked.

“I fucked up,” he replied matter-of-factly. “No way around it. What do you want?”

Widowmaker pursed her lips, brows knitting thoughtfully. Her first inclination was to suspect foul play, and if Doomfist were anyone else, that reflex would be warranted. Akande, however, made good on his reputation as a man true to his word; as long as loyalty or the impression thereof was maintained, he rarely, if ever, leaned on deceit where it was unnecessary. In this regard, he was as transparent in his communication as he was opaque in his tactical decisions.

“Lacroix?” he asked, expectantly.

“Two weeks,” she replied. “Sombra, too. No questions. Expenses paid.”

Akande, eyebrows raised, tilted his head. “And?”

The assassin shrugged. “That’s all. Give me that and I forget this mission ever happened. Y’en a plus.”

“Done,” Doomfist nodded. “Make your arrangements, give me a ballpark estimate, and we’ll wire the funds. Give our girl a week to get back on her feet and the next two are yours. Then we put this behind us.”

He extended a hand.

“Put what behind us?” Widowmaker asked, accepting the agreement with a single, firm handshake. Relinquishing his grip, the sniper turned toward the door.

“Knock next time,” Akande called after her.

“There had better not be a next time,” she concluded with a single, backwards glance.

All things considered, the breakfast Widowmaker managed to cobble together from their haphazard pantry was surprisingly robust. As the last of the toast decreed its readiness with a chirp and mechanically-bolstered leap into the air, she plated it and considered her work. It was heavy by her standards, possibly even excessive: eggs with goat cheese and a variety of sautéed vegetables, bacon, toast, fresh berries, yogurt, and, to her continuous chagrin, the same overly sweet cereal Sombra favored despite infinitely more complex and healthful offerings. Still, given the circumstances, the spread felt somehow insufficient. Lacking.

She turned abruptly toward the fridge, scanning its contents.

Champagne.

Orange juice.

“Parfait.”

The medic had told her liquor was a poor idea - that nanotechnology expedited recovery but that soreness and pain would persist even after the wound was mended. For that lingering discomfort, he prescribed a relatively small but powerful regimen of painkillers for the ensuing week, offering the caveat that it be taken with food and to avoid drinking.

Popping the cork on the champagne, she scoured the cabinets for a flute and found only juice and pint glasses - both gauche in their own respects, but her options were limited. Settling for the latter, she poured the sparkling wine into the glass in equal parts with the juice and decided that what the medic didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She knew she’d want a drink, were she in Sombra’s place.

She set the glass beside the dry cereal and adjacent cup of milk, shouldered the tray on which her work was arranged, and made her way through the hall toward Sombra’s room. She passed Gabriel en route, shushing him with a raised finger before he could so much as snicker.

“Just don’t,” she glowered. “Not today.”

Biting back whatever opening volley he’d prepared, Reaper rolled his eyes as loudly as possible before ducking around the corner.

Widowmaker continued uninterrupted, shifting the tray to her left shoulder as she approached the hacker’s door. She knocked lightly, lest her injured colleague still be asleep; even under that light touch, however, the door gave way with a slow, creaky groan.

“Manda huevos, doc,” Sombra whined from within. “If you’re here to check on me one more time—.”

The sniper poked her head through the door, quirking a perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’ll what?”

Propped up in bed with the aid of a collection of pillows, Sombra acknowledged the sniper with a tired half-smile and the ghost of a chuckle. “I honestly have no idea,” the hacker conceded, brushing a few strands of wayward hair from her face with her unencumbered hand. Her opposite arm was cradled in a sling which the medic ensured them was only necessary for the day or two required for the nanites to work their magic. That aside, the only other evidence of their failed mission and the injury incurred therein was the swathe of bandages creeping above the neck of her shirt and the softness exhaustion lended her usually sharp features.

“You coming in or what?” she asked.

Widowmaker obliged, slipping through the door with care before bumping it shut with her hip. Sunshine illuminated the typically darkened room, throwing its light across the walls and bed in a wild, radiant pane that made the hacker’s room somehow more inviting than usual - warm, lived-in, soft. She had opened the curtains as she left the evening prior, to Sombra’s chagrin, insisting sunlight would do her well, even if only to bolster her mood. Ironic, coming from her.

“You didn’t,” Sombra started, violet eyes hovering on the tray.

“I did,” the assassin replied, crossing to the bedside and setting the tray on the adjacent nightstand.

“Araña.”

“Quoi?”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I did,” Widowmaker retorted, offering her the mimosa by the rim of the glass. Sombra accepted, lifting it to her nose and sniffing with a knowing smirk.

“I missed,” Widowmaker continued quietly, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I missed and you were injured because of it. Breakfast in bed is the very least I could do, and it is far from enough.”

Her admission, even coupled with the offering of breakfast, felt inadequate, a poor conveyance of the heaviness that settled in her chest and stayed there even after the weight of that dead soldier was long removed. Widowmaker wasn’t sure what to call it - guilt was the most obvious choice, but there was a complexity to this burden she struggled to parse, a collection of independent sentiments informing its composition. Failure was among them, redolent in its vicious poignancy, its blistering sharpness the only thing that had been required to reduce her to her basest, violent instincts. But there were other inclinations there, present only in her interactions with the hacker, warm and embarrassingly tender despite the cold baseline by which she was programmed to operate.

Now, sitting beside Sombra as the sun threw its light beneath her sleep-tousled hair, Widowmaker wasn’t sure a name was necessary.

“Would you like to go to France? With me?” she asked abruptly.

Sombra blinked, midway through raising a spoonful of cereal to her mouth. “Que?”

“My family owns a château outside of Annecy. Beautiful, but mostly abandoned. I was thinking some renovations were in order.”

“Let me know when you get the time,” the hacker shrugged. “I’d go.”

“We have the time.”

Sombra tilted her head, curious. “Go on.”

“I ah,” Widowmaker began, a shy grin tucked into the corner of her mouth, “I may have secured us a few weeks’ vacation effective whenever you are feeling well.”

For a long, unbroken moment, Sombra simply stared at her. Eventually, she set the bowl of cereal aside and reached out with her good hand, curling a loose fist in the knit of the taller woman’s sweater and tugging gently.

“What?” Widowmaker asked, allowing herself to be pulled closer.

“I want to kiss you.”

“You are hurt,” she protested, even as she rolled onto one arm and settled at the hacker’s side.

“It’s a kiss, araña, not a boxing match.”

Widowmaker smiled, small but sincere as she leaned into the hacker’s grip and pressed her lips to Sombra’s, sinking into the warmth she found there that was unfamiliar and welcoming in equal measure.

They lingered a long moment even after breaking apart, nothing between them but the space of their breath and ghost of Sombra’s grin against her own.

“You don’t have a garden at this place, do you?” the spy asked with the faintest brush of teeth against her bottom lip.

“No gardening. Promise.”

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