#female jewely

[caitlinjohns77]

you are actually trash

[radmalenia]

Most retarded zionist shit I've seen. Cringe settler moment

Ah...wow. This response will be a little lengthy. There is a shit ton to unpack in these two braindead sentences and I won't even get to it all here.

So first off, you used an ableist slur. Great start /s.

Second, you must have seen a post on my blog earlier with a message that boiled down to - "Hamas have done Very Bad Things, and intend to do more if they can (specifically to Jewish Israelis;) and so they must be seen for what they are and stopped" - Because that's all I can remember reposting in the last few weeks concerning this conflict. So apparently you decided that wanting them stopped is "Zionist"?? Not only that but some of the most dumb "Zionist" shit you've seen?

...I'm not buying that. It feels like you're just saying bullshit to be inflammatory.

And it seems you wouldn't know genuine Zionism if it smacked you in the face. Because you just think "Zionism" is anything that says something else beyond a simple "free palestine". Right?

It's telling how people like you never want anyone to discuss anything else - you want the discussion to simply be "Palestine good, Israel bad, no other players involved and no further nuance". You never want people to freely discuss Hamas... even as Hamas harms Palestinians all the time. If people try to you call it "zionism"; trying to shut it down on the spot.

- Would you even believe it if you were shown proof of Hamas stealing trucks full of food and aid meant for palestinians? Of them shooting any palestinians who tried to get to the trucks first?

- Would you even condemn the horrific rapes and murders they committed against innocent festival goers back in October; or would you ignore it? Or dismiss the horrors they committed as lies or exaggeration? Despite all the nauseating, traumatizing video and photo evidence? Despite a photo of some of them with their boots on the corpse of a woman they gangraped and murdered, literally winning a fucking "photo of the year" award?? Or worse, would you maybe argue it's "justified" because they've "had their land stolen and been oppressed for decades" or some such bullshit?... Because I've read people say that more than once now.

And if so, you should go die; because that would make you a vile disgrace - seeing how plenty of people have been terribly oppressed and yet never turned to violently raping and torturing to "protest" it or to "defend themselves". Seeing how rape is never self defense. And how there is never any justification for rape. Period.

So! We can and should criticize Hamas. And that is not fucking "Zionism" - it's criticizing terrorists. Hamas also wishes to wipe out all Jews; if somehow they won this conflict they would carry out genocide in Israel against the seven million Jews there. Whatever you believe Israel is or is not doing; they do have to contend with this threat. Palestine needs to be freed from this mess, but its freedom cannot come at the cost of the psychopathic rapist monsters who believe they have a religious mandate to wipe out Jewish people (and ideally other non-believers too;) being allowed to enact their sick intentions.

Speaking about this is no indication of Zionism OR anti-Zionism, it is simply the truth. Regardless of whatever the current actions of the Israeli government are; the truth about Hamas remains the same - that they are an Islamic terrorist organization who has committed atrocities, abuses israelis and palestinians alike, and says how they intend death to all Jews. An organization who are run and funded by a group of multi-billionaires who live safely in Qatar and have worked with media and other sources around the world for years now to make it so that, once this happened; many people would fucking defend Hamas instead of condemn them for the monsters they are.

They've gotten people like you to talk like criticizing them is some fascist action. To throw around shameful nonsensical things like "criticizing Hamas...is a settler mindset" .

Your brain is more twisted around than a complicated knot. At best you are deeply cringe and embarrassing and are projecting that onto others. At worst you might defend horrific atrocities and do apologetics for violent rape; and therefore are someone who would be better off not wasting oxygen.

Hopefully it's just the former.

Either way, you've just made a complete fool of yourself here in my ask box.

I hope if you read this then at least it will untie the knots in your brain a little.

[deceitfuldevil]

Kinktober 10/5

Pairing: Matt Murdock X reader

Prompt: breeding kink/cream pie

Warnings: mentions of breeding, cream pies, fingering (f! receiving), talks of getting pregnant, swearing, p in v sex, implicit unprotected sex, not proofread.

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“Well Ms. L/n, your IUD has been in for about five years now and we need to remove it. Would you like to replace it today?” Your OBGYN asked causally, leaving you to ponder in silence for a moment.

“Can I have a moment to think?” You asked, and your OBGYN said “Of course, I’ll give you some privacy.” and left the room, leaving you completely alone with your racing thoughts.

Matt always let you have complete control over you body and never gave his opinion unless you specifically asked him for it. Yet if you had remembered that todays appointment was when your IUD needed to be removed, you still would’ve asked Matt how he felt about you not replacing it.

Of course you knew Matt would be in support of not replacing the IUD, just with his catholic values and whatnot. But to you it also felt like it was time. I mean, you and Matt had been together for 3 years now, and engaged for six months. You were at a stable job and Matt was doing great at Nelson and Murdock, and crime in Hell’s Kitchen was at an all-time-low.

The more you thought of it, the idea of Matt getting you pregnant and having a mini-murdock running around the house made your heart swell and your heat clench around nothing. Just then, your OBGYN knocked on the door and you allowed her to come back inside.

“So, have you made a decision?” She asked.

“Yes, I don’t want to replace my IUD.” You said with confidence.

“Okay, then we’ll just remove your current one and send you on your way then.” She said with a smile, moving ahead with the removal procedure.

Later that day when you came back home, there was a different feeling in your heart. Excitement, but also a sense of nervousness because of how Matt would feel about this.

Matt was sitting down on the couch reading over some court documents, saying hello to you as soon as you entered the living room.

“Hey Matty.” You said with a smile, but there was a little twinge in your voice that immediately set Matt off, he knew there was something different about you.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Matt cooed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

You took a deep breath, knowing there was no hiding anything from Matt. “I did something today without really consulting with you first.” You said in a small voice, hading your face in his broad chest.

“You never need to consult with me before doing something darling, but what was it?” Matt reassured you, taking your face in his hands and forcing to you look at him.

“I had an appointment with my OBGYN today, I got my IUD taken out…” you started off, waiting for a reaction for Matt. “and I didn’t get a replacement.” You finished off, looking at Matt ponder a reaction.

After a few moments, he finally said something. “So… there’s nothing stopping you from getting pregnant anymore?” Matt asked lowly, his response not giving away how he felt about this yet.

“No…” you said quietly, but when Matt’s pupils went wide and his tongue darted out from between his lips, you understood his reaction far from negative.

“Matty…” you asked tentatively, Matt looked like he was holding himself back from something.

“Yes doll?” He asked in a dee voice.

“Will you get me pregnant? Please?” You asked, snapping the last of Matt’s resolve in half. “I thought you’d never ask.” Matt said impatiently, immediately lunging towards you as his lips pressed against yours in a passionate, needy kiss.

You wasted no time wrapping your legs around Matt’s hips as you felt him grind his growing member against your clothed heat. As soon as your legs has latched around Matt’s hips he wrapped his arms underneath your back and picked you up, wasting no time carrying you to the bedroom.

As soon as Matt plopped you on the bed you started to strip yourself of your clothes, Matt doing the same until you lay bare before him and stared at his intimidating manhood. Matt leaned down for another searing kiss, his tongue fighting with yours until you ultimately surrendered and gave into his dominance. Matt moaned in response, trailing his lips down to your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, stuff you so full of my cum, you’ll have to get pregnant.” Matt said roughly, biting down on the sweet spot of your neck before soothing it over with his tongue. His sinful words caused your slick to drip down onto the bed underneath you.

Matt ran his tip up and down your folds, teasing you only for a moment before pushing his throbbing member inside your wet cunt. He wasted no time before drawing back out and beginning to thrust in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against each other quickly filling the room.

“Oh Matt, Matty it feels s-so good.” You stuttered out, basking in the feeling of his cock pumping in and out deep inside of you.

“You won’t be calling me Matt soon, soon it will be daddy. I’m gonna fill you to the brim with my cum and make sure you’re so pregnant that daddy is the only word you remember.” Matt said, falling off the edge much quicker than usual because of the thought of you walking around his place all pregnant off his spunk.

“Yes daddy.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around Matt’s cock causing his to groan loudly, such a beautiful sound.

“I want you to cum with me princess, are you ready?” Matt asked, his pace picking up as he began to near the finish line.

“Yes daddy, fill me up and breed me with your cum so I’m only yours forever.” You moaned out, high off the knowledge Matt could be getting you pregnant right now.

“I fucking love you so much, fuck.” Matt said as he leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to fall off the edge as you screaming his his mouth, muffling your moans.

Matt’s thrusts got sloppy as he felt you’re pulsating all around him, his sack cinching up as all of his release poured out inside of you. Stilling for a moment when he was as deep as he could possibly get inside of you, making sure to fill you as full as possible.

When Matt pulled out of you, there was an empty feeling. He could hear some of his release trickling out of you and brought two of his fingers down to the expanse of your pussy, not hesitating to slip them insides and make sure you were taking in as much of his cum as possible. Flexing his digits a few more times before taking them out licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet with my juices filling you up baby.” Matt said devilishly, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower abdomen. “Or should I say… mommy?”

Was it crazy to say you could already feel a second heartbeat?

—

A/N

I find todays prompt ironic for me to be writing for so many reasons. One, I am very pro-choice and would definitely get an abørtion if I got pregnant at this time. Two, today is Yom Kippur so I’m fasting and supposed to be washing away my sins while asking for forgiveness. So after I did a ritual to rid myself of my sins from the past year I started writing smut <3.

(Also Yom Kippur is a Jewish holiday shortly after the new year ((Rosh Hashanah)) where you ask for forgiveness from your sins and a blessed new year.)

Thank you all for all the love and attention to my Kinktober so far, it’s making me very happy I decided to participate this year :)!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[pearlmoney]

Important!!

I also want to make it very clear here my views on the genocide in Palestine right now.

I am 100% against Israel. I am anti-zionist. I do not want to associate myself with that place or anyone who supports them. As someone who is Jewish, I want you all to know that Israel does not represent us jews, Judaism does NOT have anything to do with zionism and it should be abolished.

My heart and my love goes out to everyone in Palestine right now and I pray for them every day. I hope they are all free of pain and suffering soon, no one deserves this kind of treatment, it's inhumane. I am doing everything in my power to support and help the cause, and of course I will be donating a portion of proceeds from my book to charities helping those in Gaza. As I write this, the death toll is at 18,800, which is devastating. I am so proud of the children, the reporters, the parents, I am proud of everyone in Palestine for holding out hope and keeping themselves going. We will have them free, it's up to us to help them.

If you support Israel, any of the companies/people that support them, or if you "Don't have an opinion" I don't want you on my page or anywhere near my work. I create to spread happiness and a message, and I will not have anyone in any of my spaces bring that kind of negativity, you can rightfully fuck off.

Now that that's been said,

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free <3 🕊️

[torchflies]

The Five Names of Ice Kazansky (Girl!Ice Orthodox Jew!Ice) + Glossary of Terms

* I was super bored at my conference and wrote this on a napkin because I was having Jewish thoughts on naming 😎 💁🤷*

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To be a Jew is to struggle with God — it's the first thing little Hadassah Tzabarit Kazansky learns in this life. 

—

She questions for the first time at six years old as Dassy, Rabbi Kazansky’s sharp-tongued little girl and now, as his only child.

“Abba?” Dassy asks him, holding his big hand in her smaller pair as they toss handfuls of dirt into her twin brother’s grave, “Why did Feivel die?”

Rabbi Kazansky takes his only living child into his arms as he answers, “You already know, zeeskeit. He had lymphoma, he was very sick.”

“But why?” She asks again, with the unfailing trust of a child. “Why did God take him away? He was ours.”

“No,” Her father says as tears drip down his cheeks and into his beard, “Feivel was not ours, just as you are not mine. Our children are gifts, Dassy, but they are only borrowed; we raise our children to leave us. Sometimes they stay in this world to do that and sometimes they do not.” 

—

When her mother dies, she is Hadassah. 

She sits by herself at the funeral, wearing a black dress that’s too long and too loose across her chest to be comfortable. But nothing is comfortable anymore, not when her mother is lying in an aron under the earth and everyone is talking about her like she isn’t sitting ten feet away from them.

There’s dirt under her nails from yesterday, when she had climbed the biggest tree in the shul garden to put an empty bird’s nest back from where it had fallen. She had slipped on the way back down and torn a hole in her tights; Rabbi Moskowitz’s wife, Miriam, had given her an extra pair with a smile. What will we do with you, Hadassah? 

She had spent the entire morning fixing her two thick braids, pulling them so tight that the blond curls didn’t bunch out at any angle, then redoing them again when they didn’t match. It took five tries to make them look perfect. She had pinned both plaits back with one of her mother’s favorite tichels, folding it so it held back her braids instead of covering her whole head. She didn’t have any black dresses, so she was forced to tug out one of her mother’s from her closet, feeling a bit like she was stealing. 

Hadassah, my Dassy. Her mother would say. You’ve gotten so big while I’ve been away. 

Her torn ribbon flutters against her neck and she shoves it down angrily.

She doesn’t want to cry in a room of alte makhsheyfes and alter cockers that she doesn’t know. It’s silly and childish, but all she wants is for her mother to wake up and take her home. 

But dead is dead and Goldie Kazansky is very dead. 

“Hadassah, are you alright?” 

Rabbi Moskowitz sits down beside her, his brown eyes doleful and sad. He shifts until one of his knees sits curled on the bench, regarding her softly and waiting until she’s ready to speak. He does the same thing when she sits in his office every Tuesday morning to practice for her Bat Mitzvah, letting her take her time with the text until she’s ready to talk to him about it. But nothing is right anymore, it’s Tuesday morning and her mother is dead. 

She shrugs, tugging on her right braid and staring out the window, watching a little blue bird hop around in the grass. Her Rabbi doesn’t say anything, he just waits. 

“Excuse me, Lev. Can I have a minute with her?” 

Rabbi Kazansky sits down beside her, in the wreckage of the only life she's ever known.

She falls into her father’s arms with a low sob, “I don't understand!” She cries, twelve years old and distraught, “Why would God take her away too?!”

Her father says nothing, he just rocks her and sings a nigun until her tears run dry. 

—

The day she meets her best-friend, she is Ice. 

Ice Kazansky, the Ice Queen, buries Hadassah and Dassy as far down as she can reach. She smiles with nothing but a mouthful of pretty, perfect teeth as her Academy classmates call her a frigid bitch, something not to be touched, and she shows them just how desperately their performances are wanting. 

She is a flawless pilot and she is ice: cold, and unfeeling until she ends anyone who gets too close. 

“Ron Kerner,” Her fourth RIO introduces himself, all six feet and four inches of smarmy ego that she doesn't have time for. “But you can call me whatever you please, sweetheart.”

She blinks at him, glacial and unforgiving, and on their first hop together: she rolls them, hanging them inverted until he pukes. 

“You really are an icy bitch.” He moans as he spits up on the tarmac. 

Ice just smiles and turns sharply to grab her third cup of coffee from the mess, not a hair out of place, and according to her classmates — barely human. No one speaks to her as she marches past, no one reaches out. 

“I’m sorry,” Kerner tells her later, pushing his plate of bacon towards her as some kind of peace offering. She instantly shakes her head, decades of lessons kicking in before she can stop herself. He looks so damn dejected that she allows herself a moment of — something. She wavers, reaching out.

She takes his dry toast, with a soft, “I don't eat meat.” 

“Oh.” He says, dark eyes wide. “Ever?”

He's inching closer to things that she doesn't want to explain, kashrut and observance, and being an Orthodox Jewish woman but also being everything that an Orthodox Jewish woman is not. How, in her community, she would have already been married with a baby on each hip — how that was a life she had wanted so badly for so long… until she was told it was all she could ever have. 

“Ever.” She says instead, hating the lie. 

“I’ll remember that, Kazansky.” He hums with a smile that makes him softer, kinder. He has warm eyes too and honey-brown hair that curls up at the ends, her RIO with his awful callsign — Slider. 

“Ice,” She corrects, even as he goes red at the memory of his insult.

“Ice.” He says and she finds that she likes the sound of her cruel epithet in his mouth. 

—

The day she falls in love, she is the Queen. 

The little gremlin has no idea how close he is to hitting the nail on the head — she is Hadassah, but also anything but. 

“Icy!” She somehow hears over the throng and almost rolls her eyes behind her shades, recognizing that lackadaisical voice and the only person in the world who calls her Icy. 

He's a memory, an old friend, a first kiss and the first of many hefty guilt spirals at eighteen, in a world so different from the one she had grown up in. He had been three years older than her then, still was, and had seemed so much wiser than her at twenty-one. But now, at twenty-six, she knows how young they both were. 

Still, the last she heard, Loosey Goosey Bradshaw was off getting married and having a baby, not frequenting the O Club in Miramar. Her cold eyes sweep the crowd and she only narrowly finds him, waving at her from the bar — lanky and jovial as ever. She doesn't smile, but she could have. She's missed him. “Hey! C’mere, I got someone for you to meet!” 

She follows her marching orders, letting his voice wash over her as it starts being audible over the pounding pop music. 

“Here she is, the best of the best — Ice Queen Kazansky. It's how she flies, Mav: ice-cold, no mistakes and I'm just warning you now, pal. If you get bored and do something stupid, she’s got you.” 

He's bent over double, giving a life lesson to the short, stocky young man beside him. Ice has half a foot on the boy and that's being generous — he’s tiny. He smiles from ear-to-ear when he sees her though, full of lust and ignorance, and she thinks of that one film that Slider’s been making her see at the drive-ins every few weeks now: Gremlins. 

“She could have me all the time if she wants.” The little cowboy drawls and Ice ignores him completely, only to raise an eyebrow at her old friend, no wedding ring in sight.

“Hey there, Bradshaw,” She intones, flat and bored, but Nick knows her well enough to pick up on the undercurrent of amusement there. “Odd place to hang out for a married man.” 

He goes a little red at that, flushing up to his eyebrows and she steals his Budweiser to cast her eyes over the crowd again as she sips, “Slider should be around here somewhere, I think you just missed him on the way to his latest crash and burn.” 

The little guy clears his throat, for what must be at least the second time, if his uppity attitude is indicative of anything specific. 

“Goose,” He announces, all bluster and no bite with those big teeth of his. “I think the Queen’s lost that lovin’ feeling.” 

Beside her, Ice’s old friend blanches bony white. “Nope. No, Mav. She hasn't, she really hasn't.” He's making slicing motions across his neck and for a moment, she's concerned about his blood pressure and the vein twitching at his temple. “Mav,” He hisses, so low that she almost misses it, “No.” 

“Actually, Goose.” Those bottle-green eyes fan over her, assessing for some soft spot that she doesn't have. She lets him try. “I think she has.”

The little thing grabs Nick by the wrist and drags him in the direction of the jukebox. Ice merely hums and lets them go, sipping on her free drink. 

She doesn't expect the serenade, nor does she expect the way her heart bottoms out or the way her lips tremble against the cold glass of her bottle. 

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips…

This maneuver is not recoverable and she can't eject.

Pete Mitchell is going to destroy her entire life, or maybe — he’ll give her a new one.

—

He does give her that new one, three years after they get married — Golda Helen Mitchell, named at a Zeved Habat for his mother and hers. 

— 

Glossary of terms:

Zeved Habat — naming ceremony for a baby girl

Hadassah — Hebrew name for Queen Esther

zeeskeit — Yiddish term of endearment similar to sweetheart

Kashrut — kosher dietary laws

Rabbi — a leader, both religious and otherwise, in the Jewish community and a teacher

Aron — a casket

Tichel — the head covering of a Jewish woman after marriage

Bat Mitzvah — the coming of age for a Jewish girl

Shul — synagogue, Jewish place of worship

Alte Makhsheyfe — Yiddish insult meaning old witch

Alter cocker — Yiddish insult meaning (annoying) old person

[menandwomanofhistory]

Anne Frank

[hebrewbyinbal]

Just me and my VP of sales 🐶❤️

[secondloved]

tradwife weirdos will see me out in my mid-shin skirts and my vintage tops and my compression tights and be like 'it's so good to see a god-honoring woman' and I gotta be like, oh honey I'm a queer disabled anarchist atheist I just like vintage skirt go swishie

[torahapologetics]

Men have to support Women?(Husband and Wife )@ashermeza @RebbeYehoshuahLamberti

[danielleurbansblog]

Review: Land of the Dragon

Synopsis: They had not even started to fight, yet I already could smell blood in the air…I am a traitor, victim, fighter, survivor, sister, and daughter of a Nazi. I am Eleanor Kuhn. I will not be indoctrinated by Hitler. I fight for the truth my world has forgotten and ignored, but upon escaping the country. I stumbled into a whole new world, and I soon realized that war is everywhere you look.…

[jbfly46]

The Jews act as a first line of defense for The Devil, who is actually the guardian egregore developed by the female collective mind, as collective minds create egregores and name them God. An egregore is a non-physical entity or thoughtform that arises from the collective thoughts and emotions of a distinct group of individuals. Through the physics of psychology and neurology we know that thoughts form externally as waveform data packets, or invisible wireless packets full of information, like the ones used in computer networking. The truest form of the female collective mind is that of a scared little girl, as the female and male collective mind were developed separate from each other, without any shared relevant experiences. Dudes tend to bluff. Dudes have bluffed for so long, that it is now an inside joke amongst many dudes to jokingly bluff with each other. Girls and women did not know this at first, leading to exaggerated emotions over male behavior through the second-hand telling of stories about said dudes, many of which featured exaggerated tales of violence and gore. The Jews initially had created and lived through a framework of rules of living that led to a peaceful society amongst those who could grasp the concept of their writings. Although no longer entirely relevant, many of you will know of this through The Ten Commandments. There were no women present at the unveiling of The Ten Commandments.

[pearlmoney]

Shabbat Shalone

I learn how to braid challah alone

I stand in my fog filled kitchen

Singing

Laughing

As I knead the dough one last time

I learn small Hebrew words via email

I cannot read it

As the part of me that could've had community was unknowingly taken from me

Leaving my soul orphaned

I light my candles alone

I read alone

I bake alone

And I spend

Shabbat

Alone

-Mason Gilbert

[schizononagesimus]

also everyone is so pro "yes! Hate men! Youre right to set boundaries!" Until they see me actually refuse to touch a man. Like. I dont want to touch him I dont care how "nice" he is to you I think men are mad weird man and i dont gotta touch anybody I dont want to

[tenth-sentence]

"The Complete Maus" - Art Spiegelman

[1whimsicalgal]

Lauren Bergman's painting and Vimeo are based on one of the most harrowing images I have ever seen from WWII.

"Title: WWII / Persecution of Jews in Liv, Ukraine / Photo, 1941.

Caption: History / World War II / Ukraine / The Holocaust. German occupation of Ukraine. Liv (Lemberg), 30 June 1941. Mass executions of Jewish inhabitants by auxiliary troops of Ukrainian nationalists shortly after the capture of the town. Agitated inhabitants abuse a Jewish woman. Photo, 1941.

Credit: Album / akg-images

Releases: Model: no - Property: no Rights questions?

Image size: 3171 x 4065 px | 36.9 MB

Print size: 26.8 x 34.4 cm | 10.6 x 13.6 in (300 dpi)

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[hebrewbyinbal]

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