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Hundreds of Jewish anti-war demonstrators have been arrested during a Passover seder that doubled as a protest in New York, as they shut down a major thoroughfare to pray for a ceasefire and urge the Senate majority leader, Chuck Schumer, to end US military aid to Israel.

The 300 or so arrests took place on Tuesday night at Grand Army Plaza, on the doorstep of Schumer’s Brooklyn residence, where thousands of mostly Jewish New Yorkers gathered for the seder, a ritual that marked the second night of the holiday celebrated as a festival of freedom by Jews worldwide.

The seder came just before the US Senate resoundingly passed a military package that includes $26bn for Israel.

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The Rafah invasion would be so catastrophic that even Biden momentarily called it a red line, though of course he walked it back.

It's hard to say something could be worse than what's already happened, nothing I could say wouldn't already apply, but this would massively increase the scale of this ongoing atrocity. Any pressure that can be brought to bear to stop it must be applied.

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Thank you to everyone who sent in asks! I'll be working on them over the next couple of days ☺️

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Columbia University protest suppression, 4.30.24

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for my fellow psychotics who struggle with thinking someone is in their house, a method I’ve found that really works are these guys:

i put them on my front door and anytime it opens they ring. that way if i think someone has broken in or i see someone who isn’t there i can think back to if the bells have rung, and if they haven’t i can assure myself it’s not real. obviously it’s not fool proof, like if you are prone to auditory hallucinations, but it has really helped me calm down in time to avoid major psychotic breaks. it’s a real lifesaver

nonpsychotics encouraged to rb

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Columbia student flashes the peace sign after being beaten by riot police at an antiwar demonstration, April 1968

via reddit

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More nsfw/noncon Whumper lines

Do NOT interact if you are under 18.

1. “You’re not in position. Do I need to invite some friends over to hold you down?”

2. “See, this is why all that ‘therapy’ you got was useless. You know your place. Right here, between my legs.”

3. “Caretaker? Your turn. Fuck it hard. And don’t think I haven’t seen you two go at it before. We both know exactly what it can handle. Fucking freak.”

4. “You do. You love me. And I’ll make you realize that if I have to. I don’t wanna hurt you, baby…don’t make me have to teach you what you are again.”

5. “Oh, the door’s locked, by the way. And besides, the only person who’s on the other side of that door wants to fuck you even more than I do.”

6. “Keep quiet, and I’ll leave your little friend there alone. I know you’re not a virgin, but they are, right? How horrible would it be for me to be their first time?”

7. “My assignment was to make you suffer…and it seems like you’re not suffering. So let’s try something else. Undress for me.”

8. “One more. One more fuck, and Caretaker goes free, mkay? I won’t even make them watch this time.”

9. “God, you’re desperate…you want me that bad, huh? Let me make you bleed a little before I reward you, then.”

10. “You’re right. I am horrible. I’m just as sick, disgusting, and evil as you say I am. And I love it.”

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this or that - environmental whump (1)

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Since people were upset I didn't include the great lakes in my last poll, here's another one

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@whumpsical have you spotted any lately?

does anyone have any resources/references for fat bodies in whumpy poses? i’m a reference-heavy artist and am struggling to find anything but thin/straight sized people

a lot of the bigger models I’ve found hold more ethereal/elegant poses which is lovely in its own right but not quite what i’m hoping for

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then imagine caretaker being called in to try and calm whumpee down, but it’s too late. whumpee’s voice lashes out like wind, speaking tongues only the ancients know, their power overtaking their own body, ichor dripping from gashes—no longer human, nor ever will be again. there’s nothing caretaker can even do anymore, it’s far too late

but even now, whumpee softens around caretaker. through the mania, they remember the shape of caretaker’s soul and wish no harm upon them, even after laying devastation into the world around them

AUGH EVIL. Oh okay, I never really considered if there’d be a point of no return. If whumpee could become so overcome with their magic that they’ll never fully recover from it, that they could lose their humanity to it.

I’m sure the fate for such mages isn’t pleasant. Are they allowed to burn out in an empty field, magic still sputtering out of their broken body? Are they shot and killed from a distance? Darted and held captive like a wild animal, prodded by scientists still trying to use them? Mages are already treated like ticking time bombs, like weapons with a human mind attached to them. Imagine how they’d be treated if that human mind were to shatter.

I hope you know that I love your idea. Whumpee being gone, everything of who they were carved out and replaced with power and glee, and yet something of them remaining. A fragment, an after image burned into their hollow body. Sometimes the voice speaking in incomprehensible tongues sounds like them. Sometimes the way their body twitches, wracked with power, seems familiar. Sometimes their smile softens, if only for a moment.

It’s not enough to save. It’s just the residue of who Whumpee was, nothing more. But it’s enough to be recognizable. And it gives Caretaker just enough hope to march through the chaos and destruction to reach them.

Caretaker knows what they’re supposed to do. They feel the weight of the weapon at their side, remember that it’s their duty to control Whumpee, not save them. Caretaker knows that a good handler would see that Whumpee is too far gone and put an end to the madness. Uncontrollable weapons need to be put down.

But then Whumpee looks at them. There’s nothing but madness in those eyes, but they’re still Whumpee’s eyes. Even clouded with magic, even covered with blood both their own and foreign, even fully overtaken by power Caretaker could never hope to understand, it’s still Whumpee. And at that moment Caretaker realizes they’d rather die to Whumpee than kill them.

But they don’t die. Even with the chaos around them, Caretaker is never touched. Whumpee’s gaze moves past them, their magic does not harm them. They feel like they’re in the eye of the storm, walking within a cocoon of safety while screams tear through the air. Whumpee does not hear Caretaker’s pleas, their desperate demands that they stop. Caretaker never truly believed that they would have. But Whumpee doesn’t hurt Caretaker either.

Caretaker knows what they should do, what the right thing to do is. Whumpee doesn’t see them as a threat. It’d be simple to kill them.

Caretaker lets the blade from limp fingers and reach out. They grab one of Whumpee’s sparking, twitching hands and squeeze. They like to imagine that, when Whumpee’s hand tightens around their own, it’s a conscious decision.

They’ve never left Whumpee alone in their madness. If Caretaker can’t pull them back, then the least they can do is walk alongside them.

And so they walk with Whumpee as the world is torn apart around them.

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were a knight of the crown, a rising star in the eyes of your sovereign. Now you're just another captive in chains before an enemy warlord. Her eyes glint with an intelligence and cruelty you were trained not to expect of orcs. You expected barbarians in leather and fur, not disciplined warriors in lockstep and chain. Not crossbow lines 5 deep firing in unison. A rough, rumbling sound escapes the warlord's throat and you realize with a burning shame that this beast is laughing at you. That she read your thoughts in your eyes. She gestures with two fingers and you are throne to the foot of her throne, drops of sweat and blood spattering at her feet. Briefly, a hunger flares in her face as she wets her gold-capped tusks with a flick of her tongue. She rises from her throne, a broad, scarred hand calming your head and wrenching you back to gaze up at her, silhouetted darkly against the red setting sun. At last she deigns to speak, in the King's tongue, and her voice is the hiss of red steel quenched in bloody furs.

'Tonight, Southerner, I will teach you of conquest.'

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First whumper uses physical violence to train whumpee. Pain is the great teacher.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to pain, then the actual violence isn't needed. Then all whumper needs is the threat of violence, and whumpee responds.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to the threat of violence, then whumper doesn't need to threaten anymore.

After that, whumper trains whumpee to the implication of violence.

The subtle cues. No one but whumpee would even know that whumper was making a threat.

Even a gentle smile can be an implicit threat.

And whumpee responds.

Whumpee has been taught.

Later-- much later-- caretaker has to work to understand why some of their innocent actions and gestures make recovering whumpee flinch, and jump.

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You guys really liked my last poll so