#LAWYER GENO

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BEHOLD!

FROM THE DEPTHS OF FANDOM! AND MY HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH CLASS!

BLOOD AND BONES. MY AFTERDEATH DRACULA AU

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Aftertale Geno Sans/Reapertale Sans (Undertale) × Underfell Sans/Xtale Sans × But also × Dusttale Sans/Underfell Sans (Undertale) × and × Science Sans/Underfell Sans (Undertale) × mostly in the background × X and Red are the only two that get anywhere × but it does happen and lingering feelings drive a lot of the plot

× Aftertale Geno Sans (Undertale) × Reapertale Sans (Undertale) × Xtale Sans | Cross (Undertale) × Reapertale Papyrus (Undertale) × Fresh Sans (Undertale) - Freeform × Error Sans (Undertale) - Freeform × science sans × _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale) × Dusttale Sans (Undertale) × Underfell Papyrus (Undertale) × Underfell Sans (Undertale) ×

alright now that the cast is out of the way × Major Character Injury × Major Character Undeath × Minor Character Death × Vampires × Alternate Universe - Vampire × Inspired by Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897) × more like I read dracula and said × im gonna put my favourite guys in there × Dracula AU × if you will × Unhealthy Relationships × Vampire Turning × Kidnapping × Slow Burn × quick lust × Diary/Journal × can we PLEASE get the Sans Ensemble in the relationship/character tags? × this is just gonna get chunkier... × Tags May Change × Rating May Change × Road Trips × Dracula has a surprising amount of traveling × Scars

[malk1ns]

december 21 @ devils, 3-0 loss

and what, exactly, was posted to the penguins youtube channel to cause the entire account to be terminated for violating terms and conditions?

Zhenya is making his escape down the tunnel at the Prudential Center when an arm reaches out and yanks him sideways into a side hallway.

“Hey,” he protests once he’s caught his balance up against the wall, frowning down at his assailant. It’s Jen, who never travels with the team anymore, and she’s got her arms crossed as she glares down the tunnel. “Jen, why you’re here? Almost kill me, like, what you do?”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything,” she mutters, but before Zhenya can ask for clarification she darts back out into the tunnel. When she returns, she’s got Sid firmly in hand, pinching him on his arm right where there’s no padded protection, and hard based on Sid’s wince.

Zhenya shrugs when Sid looks at him questioningly. He feels queasy, standing there in cowed silence with Sid as Jen ignores them in favor of stabbing furiously at her phone.

Jen really doesn’t travel with the team anymore, especially not for a quick overnight trip just a few hours away. Zhenya can’t even remember the last time she showed up unannounced like this.

“Mike, are you still there?” Jen says as she holds up her phone between the three of them. “Yeah, I’ve got Crosby and Malkin here. Sid, Geno, Mike from legal is on the phone.”

“Um,” Sid says, voice smoothed out to media-bland. Zhenya would chuckle if he weren’t so concerned. “Hi, Mike. Jen, what’s going on? We’ve got postgame and then the bus to the airport.”

“The team’s YouTube channel got taken down during the game tonight,” Jen says grimly. “For violating the platform’s terms and conditions. We got hacked, and whoever did it uploaded a video. We didn’t notice until we got the email that the account was terminated.”

No. Zhenya sways, hitting the wall with his back. When he looks to his side, Sid looks as pale and sick as Zhenya feels.

It’s not possible. It shouldn’t be possible. But Zhenya knows, deep in his gut, exactly what happened, what video it was the anonymous hacker put up.

“So,” Jen continues, eyes darting between the two of them, “is there anything you boys want to tell me?”

—

The video’s old, is the thing. You can tell from the very first frame, from the quality to the way Zhenya’s face looks, boyish and young still.

Young enough to record a sex tape with his new boyfriend without considering the consequences. 

It’s not something either of them would do now, or ever had since. They repeat this over and over, to Jen and the growing phalanx of team lawyers that Mike keeps adding to the call—there’s only one video. Yes, they’re sure. Yes, they both knew that they were recording. No, they didn’t share it with anyone. No, they don’t know who has it, or why they’d post it now. 

A few years ago, one of the hotels they stayed in for a roadie had an IT issue. The team found out later that their WiFi had been hacked. There had been a lawsuit, Zhenya remembers, something quiet and quick, and he and Sid had waited anxiously as days turned into weeks turned into months and the video never surfaced. 

At the time, Zhenya figured neither his nor Sid’s computers got hit. He should have known that he wasn’t that lucky. 

In the end, Jen doesn’t spend too much time lecturing them. There’s no point in scolding a pair of 22-year-olds that don’t exist anymore for making it in the first place, and when Zhenya hangs his head and apologizes for not telling her right away that someone could have accessed sensitive content, she softens. Plus, she and everyone else are more focused on what to do next. 

The video hadn’t been up long, Zhenya learns. Just a few hours, really, but from what the team has been able to gather it had been watched a sickening number of times before the YouTube content team shut the whole account down. Sid had gone worryingly pale when someone on the line gave the number of views, and Zhenya reached for his hand, twining their fingers together and squeezing.

“Probably downloaded too,” Sid mutters, and Jen passes her hand over her face.

“We’ve got people checking social media, and…” she trails off, but Zhenya squares his shoulders and nods at her to continue. “Yeah, I mean. It’s everywhere. Not YouTube obviously, but Twitter, tumblr, even Instagram has some clips of it. There’s no way for us to stop it.”

Sid’s quiet for a long moment, but when he speaks it’s with his captain voice. “Alright. What do you want us to do?”

“Well, we’re working with YouTube to get the account back and see if they can help us track down who did it—we’ll press charges, of course, for stealing it in the first place and distributing it now. But now…you’re going to have to make a statement. Together, preferably, especially since…” She looks significantly down at where they’re still holding hands and sighs. “I wish you’d told me about this. Any of it, really. We could have made a plan. It’s not like you’re the only closeted gay men in pro sports. Half the teams in North America have contingency plans on file for shit like this.” 

Before Zhenya can ask more questions, or even register a protest—he’s bi, not gay—Jen fixes them with a stern look. “You're going to say how shocked you are. You’re going to have to talk about how your private property was violated and something was stolen and distributed without your consent, and that you intend on pressing charges. And you’re going to have to apologize—genuinely, sincerely apologize—for the lack of judgment you showed in making the damn thing at all.”

She looks exhausted. Zhenya feels about two inches tall. “We can do at home?” he says, shifting in his skates. His feet are starting to feel uncomfortable in his damp socks. “Like, back in Pittsburgh, we do where it’s our rink?” Their media, he means—their reporters, the ones who have watched him and Sid grow up and feel kindly towards them, shield them when they can. 

“You think I’d throw you to the wolves in some other arena?” Jen snaps, but she doesn’t really sound mad anymore. “Hell no. We’re getting you out of here as soon as we can, and you’re both to go straight home and stay there until we call you in tomorrow. We’ll have statements ready to review, and when you and your agents and whoever else are all comfortable, we’ll hold a presser.”

She looks between them, sagging a little. “I wish there was another way,” she says quietly. “Mike, anything else?”

The lawyers on the line all garble back something that must satisfy Jen, because she ends the call with a nod. “Okay,” she says, reaching out and patting their arms. “Go shower. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

—

The flight home is dead silent. The entire team gives them space, but Kris and Rusty both stop by their seats to grimace sympathetically at them, and Karl passes up some of the candy he imports by the ton from Sweden and never shares with anyone. 

Zhenya drove them to the airport, so he white-knuckles them back to Sewickley, heading on instinct to his house, tucked away in the woods and behind a guarded gate. 

Sid hasn’t said a word since they got out of the locker room. He spent the entire flight bent over his phone, typing back and forth with Pat and JP so feverishly that Zhenya worried over his wrist. He looks calmer now though, staring out the window at the dark highways with one hand on Zhenya’s thigh as they make their way back, thumb moving in a steady, soothing circle over Zhenya’s sweatpants. 

“It’ll be okay,” he says when they’re finally tucked into bed, curled together in the cool dark of the bedroom. “I mean. It’ll suck for a while. And I don’t…JP said that you might need to stay in North America this summer, just to let things cool off. But we’ll get through it.” His voice is steady and sure, and Zhenya lets it wash reassuringly over him. 

“I stay at your cottage,” he says, tangling their legs together and pulling Sid closer. “Take me up to castle, like, we pretend we’re hookup like you used to do.”

“It’s not a castle, it’s the Citadel,” Sid sighs, and Zhenya grins in the dark. Sid’s so easy to annoy. “That’s your big idea? We get busted for making a porno and you want to follow it up with someone catching us out in public?”

Zhenya digs his fingers warningly into Sid’s waist, a barely-there threat to tickle that still makes Sid giggle and squirm in his arms. “It’s good tape,” he mutters. “People lucky to see, like, it’s very hot. Maybe they want sequel.”

“Glad you’re ready to laugh about it,” Sid grouses, but his voice is light as he tucks their bodies together. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be shit.”

“Watch video for reward at night,” Zhenya suggests, accepting the sharp jab to his belly with a grunt. 

Sid didn’t say no, he notes as he drifts off. 

[sc0tters]

Homes and Hearts

introduction ☆

➞ meet camille!

blurbs ☆

➞ how they met

➞ sid and rosie had a chance to bond

➞ rosie loves sid

➞ day at the pool

➞ extra hands for dinner

➞ soft sid and cam

➞ banana bread for the birthday girl

➞ rosie loves it too

➞ rosie gets to skate

➞ cam goes incognitio

➞ camille at girls night

➞ rosie called sid dad

➞ the next morning

➞ camille tried to comfort him

➞ camille draws a line

➞ sid thinks hes going crazy

➞ sid comes to ottawa

➞ late night talks

➞ rosie gets sad

➞ they talk

➞ when the world learns

➞ henry comes

➞ sid protects her

➞ horny sid

➞ late night runs

➞ henry shows up again

➞ sid learns that she is gone

➞ camille gets hurt

➞ geno comes to her

➞ sid gets a good lawyer

➞ the boys worry

➞ cam apologises

➞ sid is in the dog house

➞ camilles thoughts

➞ bredding kink sid

➞ she leaves him

➞ his favourite polaroids

➞ the time henry proposed

➞ matt is the favourite uncle

➞ she misses sid

➞ they have twins!

social media edits ☆

➞ coming soon!

[beggingwolf]

15 :)

things you said with too many miles between us

Geno answered on the second ring.

"You're still up," Sid said, surprised.

"Just wake up," Geno sighed. "It's like, five in morning Sid."

"Sorry."

"News?"

"No. Still a bunch of nothing. We were in talks until late."

"What's time?"

"Just after eight. I got back to the hotel five minutes ago." He was still in his suit. He liked suits, honestly—the constricting fabric was comforting in its own way—but he'd hit his limit after ten hours of sitting in his dress pants. "It was a bunch of shit again."

"Yes," Geno said. His voice was low and gravelly with sleep. "How's your guys going to change minds? It's owners."

"I don't know." Sid said, and stopped, and started again as his mind kept churning over the frustrations of the day. "I don't know why they called me to come out here. The league doesn't give a shit about me being here."

"They do."

"No, G, they don't," Sid laughed tiredly. "Gretzky himself could walk in and those guys wouldn't care. They don't want to budge. And I'm not a lawyer. I'm not convincing them of shit. I just want to play. I can't do anything to force their hand. They've got all the cards."

Geno was quiet for a long moment, long enough that Sid wondered if he'd fallen back asleep. He hadn't been able to catch any of Geno's games in Russia—the streaming stuff was beyond him—but he knew Geno had gotten the captaincy over there. Getting into the grind of a season was hard. Geno was probably tired all the time, and here was Sid, calling at the crack of dawn to bother him with—

"You come here."

"To Russia?" Sid said after several heavy heartbeats.

"Yes, play with me."

"I don't think Pat would be happy with that," Sid murmured, but he let himself imagine it for a moment. His stomach bottomed out in a way that made him feel like a stupid teenager.

"Fuck Pat," Geno said, and with his croaky voice and irreverent, smug tone, Sid could almost consider the offer. Almost.

"I can't."

"Then you just come. Don't play. Take picture, let me show you city. You drink with team. I take you to party."

"That what you were doing last night?" Sid shot back.

"Maybe. I tell you if you come."

"I've gotta get the league up and running," Sid said, aiming for sardonic but ultimately sounding tired.

"Fuck league," Geno told him. "You come for me."

They talked for an hour longer, until Sid's tiredness from a long day and Geno's pregame schedule tugged them apart. They never said goodbye on the phone, because they'd never needed to. They spent most of the year living minutes from each other, or a few hotel doors away.

Sid insisted on keeping it the same, even through the lockout. Hockey would be back. Nothing needed to change, not professionally, not personally. It didn't matter that things had felt strange and electric between them for a year now, maybe more.

Fuck league. You come for me.

Sid wouldn't let himself entertain the thought. He knew how he acted when he wanted something bad.

This was something he couldn't allow himself to want, because if he permitted himself a single step, he'd barrel towards Geno without a thought for the consequences. He had interviews with the press scheduled in the morning. He had to fix hockey first, and only then could he spare a thought for something else.

Anyway, if he got hockey back, he'd get Geno back. Two birds, one stone. He was a sucker for a good trick shot.

[itmightrain]

Favorite books I read in 2023

The Ones I Loved

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo - (genre: horror) idk what to tell you about this book, but you should read it. It's about ghosts and grief and Nashville and relearning how to be alive. The romance in it is gay and slowburn. If you love the All For the Game series, this book is for you.

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri - (genre: fantasy) One of the cleverest fantasies about empire and rebellion I've read in a long time. The female characters are fantastic and complicated, and it's so fun to be inside their heads. The gay romance at the heart of this book is tender and fucked up in all the best ways. Highly, highly recommend.

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by K.J. Charles - (genre: regency romance) Lovers to enemies to allies to lovers! A poor lawyer inherits an Earldom and discovers that the leader of the local smugglers is someone he is intimately familiar with. Very sweet and well written gay regency romance.

A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by K.J. Charles - (genre: regency romance) A grumpy, embattled new Earl with a heart of gold meets a lonely, competent smuggler-turned-secretary with a ulterior motives. I can't overstate how much I loved this book, the characters and their relationship, the way they make each other's lives better and fuller, the way they come to make each other better people gah it's so good ;-; make sure to read the first book in this series first, even though it focuses on other characters

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar - (genre scifi/fantasy) I went into this book knowing nothing about it besides the meme, and I highly recommend that approach. It is gay, the writing is very lyrical and flower, and you will need to let go of the typical scifi genre expectation that the world in which the story takes place will be explained to you.

The Ones I Enjoyed a lot

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher - (genre: horror) relatable 30-something divorcee and 50-something gay barista find a passageway to another world. The world they find...is bad.

The Black Death: New Lessons from Recent Research by Dorsey Armstrong - (genre: nonfiction) summary of the latest research on the plague! V interesting and well explained. Originally a video but the audiobook is available on Hoopla.

Life in a Medieval Village by Francis Gies and Joseph Gies - (genre: nonfiction) great little deep dive into the daily life of Medieval peasants from how the legal system worked to marriage customs.

Ancillary Justice by Anne Leckie - (genre: scifi) the main character is the AI consciousness of a ship trapped in one of her ancillary bodies and her sidekick is one of her former lieutenants who was accidentally frozen for 1000 years and is having a very hard time about it.

Sorcery & Cecelia by Patricia C. Wrede & Caroline Stevermer - (genre: regency era fantasy romance) this was a re-read from my childhood and it held up!

The Wordhord: Daily Life in Old English by Hana Videen - (genre: nonfiction) did you know that "lady" evolved from the old english word for "loaf maker" and "lord" evolved from "loaf guardian"?

Role Model by Rachel Reid - (genre: romance) gay hockey romance between a hockey player and his new team's social media manager. Pretty standard romance novel but fun!

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh - (genre: fantasy) the green man of the forest is minding his own business when a young man shows up on his doorstep. english mythology vibes, also gay.

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid - (genre: romance) gay hockey players, enemies to lovers/fuck buddies to lovers romance. if this was originally geno/sid rpf i would not be surprised.

[gofancyninjaworld]

(Eisen) if I may ask, but how would wc Saitama even react if Genos died? It's a lot to speculate abt, considering they have a less closer relationship in comparison to their manga counterparts, but I find it difficult to imagine he'd react as strongly as manga Saitama did

Well, deciding that the planet might as well not exist is very unlikely to be on the cards. I too wonder what Saitama might do.

Bury him next to his doctor for starters, I guess. That's the decent thing to do.

After that...

No idea how he'd do grief. Probably it'll be very lumpy: numb most of the time (which to be honest is just default Saitama), only manifesting as anger when moved, like the HA trying to reassign Genos's room or someone speaking ill of Genos. Maybe Bofoi vulturinely scavenging the remains of Kuseno's lab, but since he has no loyalty to Kuseno and whatever Metal Knight does with the technology, there's nothing *he* can't punch, I don't know why he'd care.

I have no idea what would move Saitama to honestly feel a sense of loss. Maybe it'll be seeing others weep. Maybe finding that Genos left him a bequest and the lawyer who handles it is familiar enough with him to tell Saitama Genos's background, such that he feels 'oh damn, I should have gotten to know him'? Eh, who can tell?

Saitama will miss Genos greatly. It's just... he really sucks at even acknowledging his emotions.

[ruminativerabbi]

The Court on Trial

It’s hard to know where even to begin writing about the truly outrageous law suit brought by South Africa against Israel in the International Court of Law, the United Nations tribunal located in the Netherlands, in the Hague. The charge itself—the charge of genocide allegedly being inflicted on the Palestinian nation by Israel—should make clear to all what kind of nonsense this all is. (The term “genocide,” coined only in 1944 by Polish-Jewish lawyer Raphael Lemkin to characterize the behavior of the Nazis towards the people it intended to exterminate, derives from the Greek genos,  meaning “people,” “tribe,” or “state” and the familiar “-cide” suffix, from the Latin, denoting killing, as in suicide, homicide, fratricide, etc.) To be guilty of genocide, therefore, a nation would have to undertake wholly to annihilate another people or nation. The Nazis didn’t invent the concept, but there have not been that many serious efforts of one nation embarking on the effort, not merely to decimate, but actually to eradicate another: even the almost unbelievably barbaric massacre of civilian Cambodians undertaken by the Khmer Rouge from 1975 to 1978, in the context of which a full quarter of the national population was murdered, even that was not really an effort to rid the world of all Cambodians: for one thing, the murderers themselves were Cambodian. The Rwandan nightmare of 1994 comes closer: the Hutu militias did their best to massacre the entire Tutsi tribe and managed actually to murder as many as 800,000 before they were finally stopped by Tutsi militia groups that invaded from neighboring lands and gained control of the country. Had they succeeded, there would today be no Tutsis at all. That is what the term “genocide” denotes.

But the term has its limits—and those limits have to do with intent, not with numbers. To lament in humility and shame the fact that, by the time American independence was achieved, the population of native Americans had dropped by about 90% from what it had been before Columbia “discovered” America is the fully correct response. But to characterize that decline as the result of genocide would require arguing that the Europeans who came here undertook a conscious effort to exterminate the native population, that they brought along smallpox and other deadly diseases not by accident and not unawares, but fully intending to let disease do what they lacked the physical ability to manage on their own. Of course, there is no such proof at all that that was their intent. And that is true even if it is also true that the colonials in Central, South, and North American were cultural imperialists who had neither respect nor interest in interacting in any meaningful, mutually respectful way with the aboriginal population, and most of whom would not have minded at all if the decline had been 100% instead of just 90%.

And that brings us to Gaza. For a Jew considering the charge of genocide, the matter is straightforward. No one needs to lecture the Jewish people on genocide or on its most effective techniques. Nor does anyone need to explain the process: we are more than familiar with the slow (or not slow) progression from petty microaggression to disabling discrimination, and from there to the dissolution of civil rights (including the right to be a citizen of one’s own country, to live in one’s home, and to work in one’s own business) and finally to the withdrawal of the right to live itself, which new reality the state then helpfully accommodates by undertaking to murder the disenfranchised individuals and making them not alive at all and therefore no longer in contravention of the law. There isn’t a Jew in the world—or at least not one with even the least sense of intellectual or emotional engagement with his or her Jewishness—there isn’t a solitary Jewish soul out there who doesn’t know all of this. We’ve seen this movie We’ve swum in this stream. We’ve been there, all of us.

So that actually makes us just the kind of expert witnesses the International Court of Justice should be seeking as it gathers evidence.

Mind you, the Court has its own problems. Its justices come from any number of different countries in which human rights are not respected: Somalia, China, Uganda, Russia, etc. So that’s not too encouraging for a tribunal devoted to the cause of justice between nations. Nor is the Court’s record too impressive: although it has existed for more than three-quarters of a century, it has managed not to take note of the plight of the hundreds of thousands of Syrians murdered by the Assad regime, the fate of the million-plus Uighurs forced by the Chinese into a gulag all their own, or the fate of the millions of North Koreans who live with neither civil rights nor any hope of escape. The Court has not censured any of this, nor has it taken note of it. It certainly hasn’t put Syria on trial for genocide, let alone China. Instead, it is now training its steely gaze on Israel to determine if Israel, of all nations, is committing genocide in Gaza.

I’d like to offer my perspective to the court. (It’s unlikely they’ll be interested in rationality or reasonableness—this is an organ of the United Nations, after all—but nonetheless I’d like to say my piece.) Yes, there have been many civilian deaths in the course of these last 100 days, while Israel has combed Gaza for its own citizens being held hostage by Hamas and, at the same time, for the perpetrators of the October pogrom in the course of which more than a thousand civilians were murdered, the dead were mutilated, and women were savagely and repeatedly raped. That is regrettable. Civilian deaths are always regrettable! No one could hate Nazism more than I myself do. But even I, whose loathing for the German government that murdered more than a million and a half Jewish children could not be more unambiguously felt, even I regret—and regret profoundly—the deaths of innocents, including children, during the carpet bombing of Germany, including Hamburg and Dresden especially, that paved the way for the successful invasion of Germany from the West by the Allies under General Eisenhower and from the east by the Red Army.

This is not an especially  courageous position I’m staking out for myself here. What kind of monster can take delight in the death of a child? There were babies in Dresden too, just as there were in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. How can there not have been? But the International Court didn’t get off to a good start in 1945 by putting the United Kingdom or the U.S. on trial for genocide. And it didn’t do that because those deaths took place as part of a wartime initiative to defeat an enemy that was evil itself. And when fighting a war against evil, the only truly immoral act is to lose.

But back to Gaza. Where exactly are the gas chambers? Where are the boxcars shuttling hundreds of thousands of Palestinian civilians to the killing sites? For that matter, where are the killing sites? If the goal was to eradicate the Palestinian nation, then why drop leaflets encouraging civilians to flee areas in the northern part of Gaza that were targeted for bombing? Why let any humanitarian aide in at all if the goal is to turn Gaza into a beach-front version of Treblinka? Most trenchant of all questions to ask: why would Israel risk the lives of any IDF soldiers at all if the “real” goal of the operation was to empty Gaza of Palestinians? Before the IDF incursion, there were, after all, no Israelis at all in Gaza, so the field could have been relatively clear. If the only goal was killing civilians with the specific intention of emptying Gaza of Gazans, the entire operation could have been safely—and totally effectively—conducted from the air with the chances of Israeli casualties minimized, if not totally eradicated.

Much has been made in some quarters of a throw-away remark of Bibi Netanyahu’s equating Hamas with the ancient nation of Amalek and I’d like to address myself to that as well.

Amalek occupies a strange place in our history. They attacked the Israelites on their way out of Egypt from the rear, picking off the elderly, the infirm, the part of the people the least likely successfully to be able to defend themselves. Israel went to war and was victorious. The Torah makes a big deal of this, but then ends up on a note of ambivalence. On the one hand, the name of Amalek has to be wiped out entirely. On the other, the Israelites are commanded to labor to remember all the despicable, dastardly deeds that Amalek committed when they were attacking. So how does that work: if they’re completely forgotten, their very name erased from the world’s memory banks, then how can the Israelites guarantee that they will always be remembered? They have either to be remembered or forgotten, don’t they? You can’t have it both ways!

And yet that’s the Torah’s command. And when the Torah appears to self-contradict, it’s always pointing to a deeper lesson just beneath the surface. Amalek is not one of the Canaanite nations. It’s fate is not sealed. They represent pure hatred for Israel, what we would call fanatic anti-Semitism. The Nazis were Amalek. Stalin was Amalek. And Hamas is Amalek too. The Torah is saying that these people must be fought back against vigorously, just as the IDF is doing. But it’s also saying they will always be there: there will always be people out there who hate Jews. Labeling Hamas as Amalek simply means that they are not “merely” hostile folks, but part of a cosmic battle between good and evil. Bibi probably should have kept Amalek out of this, but, in the end, Amalek is a theological concept, not a battle plan. By bringing Amalek into the discussion, Bibi was speaking in the natural idiom of Jewishness, not recommending genocide.

In the end, it’s not Israel on trial at the International Court of Justice. It’s the Court itself that is on trial. Its future reputation rests on getting this right. Its actual future itself may rest on that as well. In the end, the verdict will tell us clearly if the International Court is a force for good in the world to be respected and supported…or just another failed, biased, and bigoted wing of the United Nations.

[onepunchmanincorrectquotes]

Saitama: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in?

Genos: What's the taser challenge?

Blast: We tase each other, then drink.

Genos: How do you win?

Saitama: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

[vilukxbruh]

A few days ago I was thinking about a kind of "crossover" of Ordem Paranormal with underverse

I'm still thinking about some things but I made a fanart from the geno of this AU

(A description of him from AU)

He is one of the veterans, the "boss"'s right hand man, he proves to be very cold and neutral with everything but he is careful with those who earn his trust.

•Husband: Reaper

•Little Brother: Error

•Children: Shino (Little sister)

Goth (Middle brother)

Raven (Older brother)

•ex-lawyer

(Sorry my english , I'm still learning)

Geno Belong @loverofpiggies

[TAG]

[redjacketficrecs]

Pond Ice and the In Between

luxover

Summary: “I thought your name was Zhenya,” Sid says, which—right, they didn’t talk about that, he just read it on the name tag and also probably butchered the pronunciation beyond repair. He thinks, maybe, that he should have only two states in life: on the ice, and in the office, and there should never exist any in between for him. He feels his face flush as he sort of tries to fix the situation, gesturing to his own chest, to where his nametag would be if he wore one, and says, “Your, uh. Your nametag yesterday said Zhenya? So I thought… I don’t know.”

Or: The coffee shop AU that is still somehow all about hockey.

Recommendation: I took the summary from the first fic but this is actually a series of three. In this universe, hockey isn’t played professionally because it’s too violent and all our beloved boys play very competitive ice hockey. First fic focussing on Sid, who is a lawyer and both obsessive about his job and his amateur hockey league and Geno, who owns a coffee shop Sid stumbles into after pulling an all night. Second one is Danny Biere and his live in nanny Claude Giroux. Third is the not-Leafs all-rookie era crew as disaster college students, and Mitch’s side business where he’ll break up with people for $$$. Auston/Mitch pairing in the third. I can’t overemphasize what absolutely endearing disasters they all are as non-hockey players, particularly Sid and the Leafs crew for me.

[oofouchstovehot]

THE DRACULA AU

Geno makes the perfect Harker cause he already has the perfect lawyer personality.

Reaper makes a perfect Dracula because Social Skills? What's a social? What's a skill?

While Dust is getting his ass beat by creatures of the night, the rest of the Gang are living out the ultimate gay cowboy au

Oh no.... X Gaster.. he's old and crusty and dying.... how awful....

Maybe Fell getting turned into a vampire is a hidden blessing in a universe where he's forced to spend several months living with Fresh

Error in the asylum where he belongs

Who made Ink a doctor

Fell and Fresh have the normal white eyelights until they get vampirized as a way to change their appearance besides making the teeth sharper. Cross and Dust kept their eyes +scar, but only for the sake of helping them stand out

Geno has a lot of scarring after a serious, unnamed, completely made up illness he experienced in childhood. Particular in his mouth and on his chest, and they reopen if he's not careful. It also completely took out his right socket. Theoretically, he should be staying at home and not traveling 3 days to spend a month with a reclusive stranger in a castle, but Error is hospitalized and Fresh is a child, so he literally cannot let it stop him.

Originally I was straight ripping every story beat and scene from the original, but of course, that got boring quick so if I do take another shot at writing it, it'll definitely be at least a little different. I'm also not sure if I'll keep the Crell or switch em around a bit. For flavor. Cross has enough on his plate he doesn't need to get married.

[sidmalkin]

what fics are you reading?

here are 5 random must-read fics imo

Poison Apple (NC-17 / 16,556 words)

(CALL OF DUTY, Ghost/Soap) Just one bite; to taste, and let go. Or, the on-field flirting is getting a little ridiculous.

Don't Fall Slow (NC-17 / 7,663 words)

(HOCKEY RPF, Brooks/Andre) By the time they got home from dinner, Andre’d learned a couple things about Brooks: he’s Tom’s half-brother, from Tom’s mom’s first marriage. He’s 32, a successful lawyer, and lives a couple miles away in a nice apartment in Bethesda. He’s also really, really hot.

Pond Ice and the In Between (PG-13 / 48,284 words)

(HOCKEY RPF, Sid/Geno) The coffee shop AU that is still somehow all about hockey.

we must reinvent love (NC-17 / 26,517 words)

(SPN RPF, Jared/Jensen) With high school graduation less than two weeks away, best friends Jared and Jensen find themselves scrambling to tie up a few loose ends before they’re forced into adulthood. Jared ropes Jensen into helping him get the alcohol for Sandy's graduation party, and what should be a simple night of partying ends up turning into a series of mishaps and misunderstandings that all come to head when Jensen finally tells Jared the secret he wasn't ever planning on spilling. (A J2 spin on the movie Superbad.)

Receipts and Reciprocity (NC-17 / 49,948 words)

(CAPTIVE PRINCE, Damen/Laurent) Damen has a thing for buying Laurent stuff.

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#017 Independent Project

WHAT IS GENOCIDE？

I noticed that the word genocide did not exist before 1944, which means that because of the war and invasion, people coined a word to describe this event.

It is a very specific term coined by a Polish-Jewish lawyer named Raphael Lemkin (1900–1959) who sought to describe Nazi policies of systematic murder during the Holocaust, including the destruction of European Jews. He formed the word genocide by combining geno-, from the Greek word for race or tribe, with -cide, from the Latin word for killing.

why would the label of genocide be resisted or denied by non-involved countries?

In 1998, more than 100 prominent scholars signed a petition that opposed denial of the Armenian Genocide. It said, in part:

Denial of genocide strives to reshape history to demonize victims and rehabilitate the perpetrators. Denial of genocide is the final stage of genocide. It is what Elie Wiesel has called a “double killing.” Denial murders the dignity of survivors and seeks to destroy remembrance of the crime. In a century plagued by genocide, we affirm the moral necessity of remembering.

I learned that the Hamid massacres of 1894-1896 claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of Armenians, but these events were never officially recognized by the government. Denying the word and the fact means denying the truth that caused the harm and crime. If a society or a country does not admit its past wrong actions, it means it is likely to make them again. In fact, in East Asia, especially during World War II, the fact that Japan invaded many countries is a historical fact that many people are familiar with. For example, the Nanjing Massacre, in which 300,000 people were massacred, is a very tragic history. The extreme denial of the label genocide is also a surrender to and ignorance of atrocities.

If we discuss the behavior and motivations of various regimes in waging war and aggression, there is no doubt that this is a larger issue. But history is created in such a way that the final result always arises from the conflict of many individual wills, each of which is established due to different conditions of survival. But I think invasion will only bring destruction. Opposing war and loving peace is what we need to pursue. The symbol of peace that I am familiar with is the dove of peace, and different cultures and historical periods have different symbols of peace. Early Christians used doves and olive branches as symbols of peace. The picture is a logo designed by the British Movement for Nuclear Disarmament, which was later used as an anti-war symbol. Generally speaking, the anti-war movement usually pursues short-term goals, while the peace movement promotes sustained, long-term ways of living and behaving.

When a word or symbol is created, there is a specific event behind it. The creation and use of the peace sign is the objective value we subjectively assign to it. In design, the ideas we express are subjective, but the information we receive is objective. It is like a conscious and purposeful practice that wants to impact society from an individual perspective.

When we give a work an explanation, connotation, or purpose, it has the value we assign to it. Are designers producing output to fulfil their own personal expression, or are they aiming to connect and communicate with the public? In the anti-design movement, they are extremely resistant to the mainstream tradition, and the practice of deliberately hiding the functional value of the product makes it impossible for people to judge what the work in front of them really is from its appearance. A symbol, people can accurately understand the meaning and message behind the symbol. What is clear here is that the purpose of design is communication and conveyance. However, I noticed that in anti-design, repeated text is a common visual language, bold and eye-catching. Then the purpose of the design here is to express emotions and attitudes. For example, on the cover of Taylor Swift's "Reputation" album, the repetition of language seems to convey the attitude of "I don't care", which is also very consistent with the meaning of her album and the emotions she wants to express. It can be seen that attention is the most valuable commodity in business. Repeated words seem meaningless, but for the Third Reich, the repetition and powerful language of words such as "secular", "heroic" and "eternal" were also one of the most effective political tools of the Third Reich.

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Sid would totally get the bar security footage and send Henry’s ass to jail ✨ I feel like he also provides like VIP experiences for the guys that intervened

Sidney was holding Camille as they walked out but he first made sure that Geno gave the owners his details to send that footage over (and right to his lawyers inbox).

The guys who helped Camille are 100% given VIP tickets and whatever else they want on top of that from Sid as a thank you for protecting his girl.

[clarcking]

This Lawyer Reveals Why Israel's Gaza Onslaught Could Be Stopped By Geno...

[the-writing-mobster]

Funny tweet. Might draw this later, wouldn't that be hilarious?