#Ultimen

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Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

The Ultimen

A group of genetically engineered metahumans, the Ultimen were the creation of Project Cadmus; designed as a team of superheroes to counter the Justice League.  Developed by Professor Hamilton and his team of scientists, the five beings were accelerated in age to their late teens and provided with implanted false memories that led them to believe they were normal people who just happened to possess fantastic abilities.

The team was composed of Wind Dragon, who possessed elemental powers that enabled him to create and control torrents of wind; Juice, who had electrokinetic abilities; Long Shadow who possessed augmented strength and size-altering powers; Shifter, a changeling who could transform into various different animals; and Downpour, an aquamorph who could change into massive amounts of controllable water. 

The team was managed by Maxwell Lord whose public relations firm ensured that the Ultimen remained popular and trusted among the general public.  The heroes teamed up on a number of occasions with the Justice League and the Ultimen were themselves offered membership into the League.  Persuaded by Lord, the young heroes declined and remained under the thumb of their benefactors.

This changed when the engineered heroes began to experience increased cellular degradation.  The process that created them proved imperfect and it was determined they did not have long to live. This quickly resulted in the Ultimen discovering the tragic truth about their origins and rapidly approaching demise.  

Frightened, angry and feeling horribly betrayed, the Ultimen set about destroying the Cadmus facility where they had been created. The Justice League were forced to intervene and managed to defeat the Ultimen.  Afterwards, they were remanded to governmental custody with Cadmus director, Amanda Waller, stating her people would do all they could to help the young heroes or at least make their final moments as comfortable as possible.  

Although the initial batch of Ultimen were deemed a failure, several new batches were created to act as foot soldiers in an attack on the Justice League’s Watchtower headquarters.  These new Ultimen were not given false memories and were little more than powered automatons tethered to Galatea’s control through a neural link.  

Actors James Sie, CCH Pounder, Gregg Rainwater and Grey DeLisle provided the voices for Wind Dragon, Juice, Long Shadow, and Shifter/Downpour respectively.  The tragic figures first appeared in the ninth episode of the first season of Justice League Unlimited, ‘Ultimatum.’  

[jurakan]

The DCAU was really like, "We're going to parody the Super Friends," but then, "Also, we're going to make them into government experiments designed to fight the Justice League who don't know they're experiments and it'll be super tragic."

[mkarchin713]

DC Prompt: WFA Beyond?

Terry wakes up in a Cadmus facility and learns that everything he went through in canon was simply memories implanted in to his brain by Waller.

While trying to escape he finds pods with his younger brother Matt and other future/non canon Batfam members in them, all of whom think their implanted memories are real when in reality they are clones.

They do the only thing they can think of and go to Wayne Manor.

….

Could include

Helena Wayne

Bruce Wayne Jr.

Turner Hayes

Athanasia Al Ghul

Thomas Wayne (Flashpoint)

Martha Wayne (Flashpoint)

Elianna Grayson

Kull

Mar’i Grayson

Dark Multiverse Bruce Wayne’s

Joker Junior

Thomas Wayne Jr.

Tallant Wayne

[t4tails]

does dc ever make a native american character whos entire personality design and powerset is not based upon them being the one native american on a team

[to-the-batcomputer]

superman is really funny when he doesn't like someone tho. he's generally a pretty amiable, easygoing guy. except when he finds someone irritating. then he looks like he's constantly about to laser them in half

[sonicpeepsi]

"Abandoned"

GUESS WHOS BACKKKKKKKKKKKK

I'm so so soo sorry I haven't posted in ages my laptop died on me and I was busy job hunting and was focused on working on finishing this up!

This was a gift to @ // Ultimenizer's birthday but due to my laptop dying it became a very late b-day gift. This is based off of the FNAF 3 death scene with William being put into the springlock suit.

I used a lot of mixed media for this, so I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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The Once and Future Thing

Summary: So, remember how the first Justice League Unlimited season finale was a time travel adventure where Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Batman ended up chasing some goober named David (or Chronos) around as he mangled the timeline with his crappy decisions? All the way back to the Old West, and to a version of Batman Beyond's future Gotham.

Here, Kei got dragged along.

Notes: So having a multi-hour obsession take hold is an interesting time. Here, take the product of my brain deciding to momentarily jump tracks.

Kei had been prepared for a lot of potential ways the future could twist in circles when the timestream was being actively manipulated by some opportunistic creep with an inferiority complex. Like, there was a level of petty, thoughtless bullshit that was only really possible for the most banal sort of everyday evil. The kind of guy who went time traveling around and dropped dinosaurs in cowboy land because he got mugged in the past…well, he fit the bill. Heading through time portals to chase after a guy like that wasn’t just heroism—it was basic self-preservation.

Chronos couldn’t be trusted with ultimate cosmic power. She wouldn’t have given the man a goddamn hamster and expected to see it alive a week later. 

This was surreal enough that all semblance of thought just fell out of her head. 

When the Future Justice League (obviously minus…most of them) arrived, squaring off with the cybernetically enhanced Jokerz gang members, she’d sort of expected them. Future Batman? Sure, it’d been long enough that the all-black suit with the red icon and flight bits was in circulation. Old Man Static? Okay, Kei had never met the guy personally, but it was cool to meet another electrokinetic after the Ultimen fiasco. And War Hawk! Neat that it confirmed the Hawkgirl-and-Green-Lantern relationship worked out in some fashion.

But the deceptively normal person that strode out of the darkness and made fully half of the super-Jokerz team back the fuck up? A shadow wearing a white ANBU mask. 

The crown of spikes was familiar. It was a rendition of something Kei had mocked up once, depicting Isobu’s face in all its spooky glory. Glimmers around the material pointed to some kind of future-tech modification, which stretched down the jaw and neck and into the rest of the dark suit. Kei saw the vaguest suggestions of her favorite sword, the belt of materials and scrolls she often carried, and a hood that made the mask stand out that much more, like a bloody promise.

Every one of the gang enforcers who backed up, Kei noted, carried at least one obvious cybernetic enhancement. And the hyena hybrid just fucking cowered.

“And here I thought the lesson I taught you might finally stick,” said a voice with a playful lilt and a Japanese accent, even years and years on.

“Shit—”

“Oh fuck, it’s her—”

“What is she doing here?!”

“I don’t know—”

The figure cracked her knuckles. Isobu’s chakra flared hot and hateful in a way it hadn’t been for years, centered squarely on the new arrival and creeping outward in a clear threat display. “Class is back in session.” 

09090

“Surprised to see me?”

“A little. I’m more surprised that I lived so long.”

Batman’s meeting with his older self was overshadowed solely because Kei didn’t really…get that far. Instead, a pair of worn but familiarly-scarred hands landed on her shoulders and dragged her away from that potential minefield. She’d only meant to ask if anybody else had made it this long, after hearing half the League had been shot out of space along with the Watchtower. 

Not all heroes coordinated there, after all. It could be a mercy. Kei at least meant to ask about the other Bats, though she knew the answer would probably be “You don’t wanna know.”

Instead, Kei sat on a dilapidated future high school desk while her captor explained, “—Now watching someone retcon cybernetic enhancement into reality in real time was annoying, but we’ve worked through that!”

Kei stared, lost for words.

“Who is…?” she heard Wonder Woman begin, only to stop short as the older woman turned around, popped off her mask, and grinned. 

Kei…wouldn’t say she’d aged badly. Her face more lines, and time had turned her hair super streaky with gray and white, and she’d picked up some more strange scars, but her spine was unbent and she didn’t look anywhere near Old-Batman’s age. Which made sense, since he’d started this whole drama as already in middle age, where Kei had been a teenager, like Static.

Was still a teenager. 

God, time travel fucking sucked. 

“Diana-san,” said Kei’s future self. “Nice to see you’ve cheated death and aging. You look good.” 

“Genbu, it’s good to see you survived amid the chaos,” said Wonder Woman, and extended a hand. As Old-Kei clasped forearms with her, her tense shoulders relaxed a little. “And that you’ve made a reputation for yourself here after all.” 

“Oh, it wasn’t so hard once I put my mind to it,” said… Okay, maybe she could be Genbu. It wasn’t like Kei had ever thought that one through, and now the other Kei had finders-keepers privileges by a lot. “I found it takes a few demonstrations to really make a lesson stick.”

“Why doesn’t that hyena guy have arms?” Kei burst out. 

“Because Woof thought he didn’t need to check for tripwires,” Genbu said, shrugging as she let go of Wonder Woman’s arm. She smiled again, all innocence. “I���ll get him next time.” 

Your future self has taken a proactive approach to some problems.

And weirdly, Kei thought with an edge of panic, I don’t want to know how she got there.

Kei had always suspected that her particular skillset made an excellent fit for a guerilla campaign. And here was a version of herself who made good on that potential. The fact that she’d lasted this long was simultaneously depressing and encouraging. On one hand, everyone must have died if she was still here to get old and cause trouble in a warped timeline. On the other, she’d survived. Her and Isobu, by the feel of things. 

What a fate.

“—Because we’ve already won! Think about it. If old Bruce is here, that means he already lived through this as Batman.” Oh, Static was talking again. “Not to mention Genbu’s mini-me. And yes, I do recognize those scars.” 

“Flawless logic,” Old Bruce bit out. “Except that I have no memory of ever going to the future or of meeting my older self, or of anything else that’s happening today.” 

“Those historical buildings we saw on the street—” Realization struck Batman square in the middle of the sentence. “The timeline’s been polluted.” 

“So polluted that history itself is becoming fluid.” 

“I could have told you that,” Genbu said, rolling her eyes. She flicked a hand out idly, and a kunai flew out of her bracer and into her palm in the same manner as New Batman’s batarangs. “But it’s like people stop listening when you get old.” 

“‘Oh, it’s that Chronos dipshit again’ doesn't convey anything helpful until the disaster already hits,” said New Batman. Or Terry. Kei didn’t know if she was allowed to call him that. “You can barely pull off ‘creepy and kooky aunt.’ Quit while you’re ahead.” 

“And who are you calling old? You’re barely two years older than me,” said Static, more amused than offended. 

“And that’s two years you’ll never get back.” Genbu snorted. “Terry-kun, if Woof wanted to keep his arms, he should have kept them to himself. The same goes for Ghoul,” Genbu replied, unashamed. She started cleaning under her nails with the point of the kunai. “Teaching the new generation is what I do best, you see.” 

Kei winced, though no one here seemed offended by Genbu’s flat refusal to dial down the violence. There weren’t any rules in this kind of war. And, unfortunately, it looked like the timeline turning into a pretzel guaranteed that there were no soft choices. Chronos had already stolen them all, and for what?

For nothing. What a selfish little bastard. The end awaiting him was almost too kind.

“So, about the Dee Dees…?” Kei asked, while the others argued for a little while. She’d noticed a pair of Raggedy Ann twins earlier among the gang members, but it had seemed a little gauche to go “wait, I retconned you out of existence by accident already” in the middle of a fight.

“Chronos’s fuckups ruined the timeline for everyone. Something, something, we’re all dead in a few hours if we don’t fix it.” Genbu had turned away from Wonder Woman and the others while they tried laying out missing bits of timeline, keeping her attention on Kei. Like some kindly old auntie who happened to carry her own weight in bombs instead of cookies. “But to answer your specific question: I think he pulled them out of some other branch and gave them duplication powers. Mostly, I’m too busy killing their copies to ask. Though I do hold out hope that, one day, they’ll realize multiplying by zero still makes zero.”

She looked entirely too proud of that.

It’s not like Kakashi’s here to make those bad jokes land. Which was a depressing thought, too. “And the Joker…?”

Genbu rubbed the back of her neck, where her high collar met her hairline, and tapped a fingertip where a microchip might have gone on Tim Drake at some point. “Irrelevant. Like most things.” 

Because either the timeline held strong with Kei’s interventions and that plot hadn’t gone through, or it had and it didn’t fucking matter because Chronos’s bullshit killed all involved parties but two. Since Bruce and Terry were around. Unmaking the space-time continuum beat out a washed up comedian/serial killer any day. No amount of orbital death lasers really compared. 

“Though I will say it has been interesting, hunting them down like rats.” Genbu’s expression was too placid to be trusted. Her eyes flashed red-gold, mirroring Isobu’s for just a moment. “I think they had…nine thousand members? Organized into two hundred cells or so at their peak and desperately in need of culling.” 

“I…guess that’s one way choose a hobby?” Kei mumbled, trying to edge away from her older self without making it obvious. She could have just used Body Flicker, but any shinobi who lived to fifty-something in fighting shape could and would pounce like a leopard on speed. 

“It keeps me active,” Genbu agreed cheerily, and let her go.

That was…one way to put it.

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“So, Tiny Turtle.” New Batman somehow drifted into her orbit, while both other Batmen worked on programming a solution for Chronos’s shit decisions. “Does being a seer count as a preexisting condition? Asking for a friend.” 

“For…the ban on talking about your own future?” Kei made a face at the nickname, but said, “I think you’re good.” 

“If Bruce doesn’t know what’s going to happen, I’ve been assuming you—or your older half—already do. So, is it true?” 

“I think that if Chronos wins, this whole thing is pointless anyway.” Kei shifted from foot to foot, trying not to think about the absolutely overclocked fūinjutsu options her future self handed off like they meant nothing. She could probably vaporize one of those cyberpunk Gotham monoliths by using four of them well enough. “So, the mission is to get the thingy to his time-belt. And if we’re lucky, history snaps back into place.”

New Batman took a moment to consider that option. “And if it doesn’t, we would never know.”

“On account of all being incredibly, retroactively dead, yeah.” Kei let out a long, quiet sigh. “If I’m anything like Genbu—and I hope I am—then I know we’re both up for trying to save the world. No matter the cost.” 

“Seems steep. There’s nothing for us without winning.” He rolled one shoulder. Maybe the cyber-suit wasn’t holding up as well against the time-cheated weaponry as he needed. “Chronos has been trying to kill us for forty years, one way or another. Guess it’s not really news at this point.” 

“Yeah. Still sorry this is ending up on you.” Kei flexed her hand. The sense-memory of almost getting her hands on that whiny little fucker still bothered her. Sure, making sure one of the Wild West heroes didn’t get eaten by a dinosaur was important, but… “I should have killed him when I had the chance.” 

There was a slight pause. “I thought—I guessed you threw out the hero rulebook when we lost the League. But the person I call Genbu and the person you are have always been like this, haven’t they? Haven’t you, I mean.” New Batman shook his head. “Time travel’s a pain.” 

“Ha. You said it.” 

[lunearta]

𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚…

Resultado de la encuesta:

» Avisos: fem!Reader, lenguaje soez a veces, terrible fluff.

Premisa: Ha sido un día horrible. Tu jefe te ha tachado de incompetente, te ha dicho cosas horribles, y tu autoestima ha quedado por los suelos. Lo único que puedes hacer es decírselo a tu novio. ¿Cómo reaccionaría al saberlo? ¿Qué haría?

Hyung line | Maknae line | 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

⋆⋅"ＨＹＵＮＧ ＬＩＮＥ"⋅⋆

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣 es el tipo de persona que, en el momento en que le digas lo mal que te ha ido el día se levantará de su silla en el estudio, cogerá las llaves del coche y te irá a buscar a la salida del trabajo.

Por supuesto que ya habrá acabado con el suyo, (o casi), pero cuenta con otros dos racha para que ultimen los detalles.

Pasará, cómo no, por un súper 24h y comprará todo aquello que te guste. Se cerciorará de que su suscripción a Netflix siga en activo y pondrá rumbo de nuevo a encontrarte. Al verte salir por la puerta de tu trabajo te dirá que mires a la derecha, al coche negro que hay aparcado en la esquina de la calle, y se deleitará al notar cómo tu cara pasa de la tristeza a la felicidad más absoluta cuando lo encuentras saludándote con la mano.

Luego, te llevará a tu casa —poniendo especial atención en cómo reaccionas mientras te cuenta anécdotas del día a día. Sabe que estás mal y hará todo lo posible para que te encuentres mejor. La película resulta ser horriblemente aburrida, pero estás con él, y él hace las cosas más fáciles. Te rodeará los hombros con uno de sus musculosos brazos mientras te da pequeños besos a cada lado del rostro, arrastrando entre sus carnosos labios tus lágrimas, que recientemente han empezado a salir por la tensión y la ansiedad.

Va a estar ahí hasta que te calmes, y seguirá repartiendo besos a lo largo y ancho de tu piel hasta que tus problemas se hayan ido a un plano inferior, hasta que la última de tus preocupaciones se evapore bajo el influjo terapéutico que es su presencia. Él no te va a juzgar. Él te apoyará en las buenas y en las malas. Es más, siempre tiene las palabras adecuadas para cada situación. Unas que, por supuesto, te hacen sentir mejor.

"𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐. 𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐, 𝒚 𝒐𝒋𝒂𝒍á 𝒖𝒏 𝒅í𝒂 𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕á𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔."

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐, tal y como lo veo, lo primero que te preguntaría es “Cuándo”.

¿𝑪𝒖á𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒓í𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂?

Y aunque le repites mil veces que sabes que no haría tal cosa, él solo suelta una risa semi macabra al tiempo que te abre la puerta del asiento del copiloto. La segunda es “Cómo”.

— ¿Cómo quieres que muera tu jefe? —dice mirando la sartén en la que te está preparando la cena con aire impasible. Pero tras sus pupilas crece y crece un fuego abrasador, el fuego del odio hacia aquel que, minutos antes, te había hecho llorar hasta casi vomitar, bien pegada a su pecho. Claro está, antes de soltar las preguntas te ha dejado inmovilizada bajo una manta, hecha un gusanito en el sofá mirando tu programa favorito.

¿Quieres que sea por un incendio fortuito? ¿Por una mala caída en las escaleras? ¿Por un coche oscuro de ventanas tintadas con el mensaje de “¡Que te jodan, pedazo de mierda!” pintado en cada puerta? Por ti iría hasta el infierno si hiciera falta, hablaría con Lucifer y le vendería la mitad de su alma si con eso consiguiera que el cabronazo de tu jefe dejara de martirizarte cada día.

Lo único que puedes hacer es reírte. Minho no era de los que expresaban su cariño y amor abiertamente, salvo de tres formas: A través de la cocina preparándote tus platos favoritos, con pequeños detalles, como robo de besos indiscriminados en casa cuando menos te lo esperas y, su forma favorita, cuya técnica ha ido puliendo año tras año gracias al grupo del que es partícipe: Tocarte el trasero. Y tu adoras cualquier forma, color e intensidad en la que venga su amor. Esa noche en particular te rodearía los hombros con su brazo y te susurraría las cosas más dulces… bueno, las cosas más dulces que sería capaz de decir siendo él.

"𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒇á 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒋𝒋𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒗𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒒𝒖í 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝒀 𝒔𝒊 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒍𝒐, 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓é 𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒍á𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒛𝒐… 𝒀 𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓é 𝒂l 𝒊𝒎𝒃é𝒄𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒖—"

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏 es la típica persona que, si al llegar a casa viera que estás llorando, se sentaría a tu lado y te susurraría cosas suaves y melosas en una voz aguda e infantil.

No lo hace a modo de burla, claro que no, porque sabe lo mucho que te importa que no invaliden lo que sientes. Por eso recurrirá a ese tipo de voz que te hace reír a los pocos minutos tras los sollozos, y en cuanto te ríes, se ríe él, y entraréis en un bucle hasta terminar por los suelos.

Más tarde y ya más tranquila, le contarás tus preocupaciones y él asistirá a lo que dices sin parpadear y con uno de los inmensos brazos flexionados sobre la rodilla y la barbilla sobre el puño. A medida que hablaras su ceño se frunciría más y más y al terminar, lo único que saldría de su boca serían improperios cortos, bufidos e indignaciones.

— Qué se ha… pero… pero, ¡mírate! ¡Eres una diosa! —te pone de pie, dándote media vuelta y al final te sujeta por la cintura y te planta un beso quizá demasiado enérgico, pero que cargaba con un montón de significado.

Changbin no quería que te sintieras menos por que un hombrecillo horrible y amargado decidiera amargarle el día también a su persona favorita.

La noche de abracitos y mimitos empezaba ya.

Haciendo uso del tremendo aegyo que gasta, te pedirá poner una película y así quedar abrazados juntos en el sofá en posición de cucharita, donde al fin sentirás cómo todas tus preocupaciones pueden esperar a pasar el fin de semana. Lo único que puedes decirle es… Gracias.

"𝑳𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓í𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔, ¿𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔? 𝑺𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒔í 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒚𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒕ú 𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍… 𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒎í."

La primera reacción de 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 al escuchar lo mal que te ha ido hoy y el por qué, sería chasquear la lengua.

No está disgustado contigo, por supuesto que no, sino con tu jefe. ¿Cómo es capaz de decirte todas esas cosas horribles y esperar a salir indemne de ello? Tampoco va a ir a partirle las piernas a nadie, —por dios, es Hyunjin de Stray Kids, aún le queda un poco de dignidad de cara a su futuro—, pero como sabe que no puede hacer realmente nada, lo único que le queda es consolarte.

¿Y cómo? Ese día llueve, porque tiene que llover y punto. Mientras te explica lo capullos que son los de su empresa también y se queja de mil formas a fin de que te sientas mejor con sus desvaríos sin sentido, te pondrá de pie y ambos saldréis de casa sin paraguas. No os hace falta. Llegaréis a un parque desierto, ya empapados. La camiseta blanca se le pega al pecho, como el cabello, y puedes adivinar cada parte de su cuerpo con un rápido vistazo.

Pero él también te ve, y la intensa mirada que te profesa sería digna de describirla en tu diario esa noche si llegaras a encontrar las palabras adecuadas. Spoiler: No puedes. Ambos bailaréis bajo la lluvia y rodaréis sobre la hierba mojada sonriendo, riendo y besándoos y puede que, en algunos momentos, todo a la vez.

Para cuando volvéis al piso completamente embarrados y con un principio de catarro, las preocupaciones de ambos se habrán evaporado y solo quedará la felicidad de teneros el uno al otro para volveros locos.

"𝑵𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍ó𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒒𝒖í 𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑪𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐."

Hyung line | Maknae line

[shree3redranger]

Also since it’s been stated many times that fully programmed nanites are designed to cure diseases, end starvation, mutations, grow new cells, and health problems by working on a genetic cellular level even by the creator himself, rex should be able to cure the Ultimen of their massive cellular degradation ( especially since he was injected with the first batch of fully programmed ones at the age of 10 ) by filling their body with his nanites to repair and cure it plus since his omega nanite can make an unlimited supply of nanites it definitely shouldn’t be a problem at all

And Rex’s nanites were reprogrammed to now disregard the photo-reactive coding to specific genes by emitting a frequency tone pulse to cure people like were-EVO’s with dominant gene traits like werewolf syndrome that can gain control over their transformations now without turning at night or losing control

So it should definitely be possible that he could cure mutants too

[batmanshole]

ohhh the ultimen (jlu) are meant to be sort of like those characters from super friends.

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Red Tornado

The heroic android known as The Red Tornado was a sentient automaton possessing elemental powers. These powers enabled him to summon and control powerful whirlwinds of rising air.  The exact origins of this iteration of the Red Tornado remain untold.  In the DC Comics Universe, the android was created by a villainous scientist as part of a scheme to infiltrate and destroy the Justice League.  Developing a consciousness of his own, the android defied his programming and joined the team in ernest, serving valiantly in many iterations of the League.  

Red Tornado was one of the many heroes asked to join the Justice League when the team expanded its roster following the thwarted Thanagarian Invasion.  He participated in numerous missions, including the defense against the return of Amazo, taking on the threat of the Dark Heart and repelling the Ultimen’s attack on the Watch Tower.  He additionally took part in the final battle against the forces of Darkseid.

Actor Powers Booth provided the voice for Red Tornado with the hero first appearing in the premier episode of the first season of Justice League Unlimited, ‘Initiation.’

[waywardconsultingtimelady]

I know they attacked them but I wish that the Justice League had taken the other Ultimen with them. They weren't evil, the episode seems to suggest that they weren't fully in their right minds. Once they got the proper medical help I bet they'd be thankful for the League's help.

Maybe some would stay heroes, maybe some would retire and Batman would set them up with new identities.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

It's the way the JLU version of Doomsday wasn't trained like Supergirl's clone or even like the Ultimen but was tortured and conditioned to hate Superman. And the only difference I can see between him and the other slaves is that Doomsday doesn't look human the way the others do.

[falloutstasis]

Walking Disaster

WARNING: talks about metahuman testing, mentions of forgetting to eat, sad but turns to fluff at the end!!!

[Terminal Notes: Subject Voltage] [Within the Cadmus Base in New Mexico]

1st Entry

Elizabeth Hernández. Subject Voltage. Age: 18. She has been living her since she was a child. We'll send her to Apollo Company in their ship carrier. I remember them mentioning something about needing someone to help them take care of an alien problem that proposed a threat to the entire world. She should be ready to be deployed in a month.

2nd Entry - 7 months after the first entry

She exceled at training today, being able to bypass all of the obstacles with ease. Her strength is admirable, could be on pare with most metahumans with super strength but further testing is required. If she can hone her strength to the fullest, she could be on pare with Wonder Woman. If she doesn't, then it wouldn't matter. She's the one who will replace Batman to protect Gotham City, SHOULD he be compromised in any situation or event. That way we can keep an eye on the city.

We just hope she doesn't have another freak out like she did when Ace passed away.

3rd Entry - Years Later

I can't believe we retrieved Voltage back when we attacked the Watch Tower. She was really one of our greatest assets to Project Cadmus. Hopefully we can have her with the Ultimen under our watch. I have yet to test out the modified bio chip on her, but I'm hopeful for the results I'm going to get afterwards when we do.

Unfortunately for Cadmus, the Justice League were already hot on their tails on rescuing Elizabeth. Wonder Woman, Batman, Hawkgirl, and Green Arrow were going through all the rooms available to try to find her.

Green Arrow pressed two fingers on one side of his ear. "J'onn, are we almost there?"

"Almost. One more floor and it'll be the first room you see."

They all pressed on through the next flight of stairs and indeed it was the first room they saw.

It was the only room they saw.

Green Arrow was the first one to enter and when he did, the room that they all saw looked more like a lab than a room. Primarily to make sure she was stable for further testing as to the training rooms where a couple of floors down, which the team already saw.

There was a large pod in front of them. "She's in there!" J'onn didn't even need to tell them twice. Especially to Wonder Woman.

She pulled the metal door right out with the hinges with ease, letting the door land on the ground with a loud bang. There they found Elizabeth with various of injuries that were mostly bruises, but upon further inspection from Hawkgirl, it looked like there was a burn mark on the left side of her hip. It also looked like she just passed out.

As Batman carefully carried her out of the pod in his arms, Hawkgirl comms J'onn. "Punch it, J'onn. We got her."

"Right away."

A light begins to form around the heroes, and as it does, Elizabeth raises her head up ever so slightly to see her friends with her. She turns her head a little too see the familiar Bat Symbol. She let out a weak sigh and laid her head on his chest. If she wasn't so weak, she'll probably notice her body being pulled just a little closer to Batman.

[3:00 AM] [Watchtower] [Medical Bay]

And that's how she got back from Cadmus's clutches. Despite the attack the Ultimen did to the Watch Tower as well as attacking the other heroes, it still stood strong and was currently going through repairs.

When the rest of the Justice League heard about this, they were not happy. Especially, Superman. It was extremely hard for man like him to be angry. To Elizabeth, she always knew him as very compassionate and kind man, always wanting to help.

But the the actions that Cadmus's were taking towards the Justice League wasn't doing anyone any favors. They hurt his cousin and now his friend?

All of this was just 3 weeks ago.

Now Elizabeth feels so withdrawn, so heavy with guilt and anxiety, she doesn't even want to move from the medical room. She was mobile enough to go directly to the cafeteria of the Watch Tower, but she always goes back to the medical room to eat alone. When she left her plate, someone would always take it back when they visit.

Her friends that knew her in the Watch Tower were so confused and worried. It was a complete 180 to her usual demeanor. Kind, caring, always smiling. Willing to crack a couple of jokes. It was like Cadmus flipped a switch on her.

It's already the end of the 3rd week, 3:00 AM according to the clock, and Elizabeth still hasn't gotten to sleep. The TV on the corner of the room was on and it was set to a space show she happen to stumble upon. She lowered the volume a bit before she tried getting some sleep, because she was getting tired and having a headache.

Elizabeth is currently curled up on on side, the side of the TV and not on her injured burn mark, with the blanket covered her entire body.

She could hear the siding door open and close, followed by the footsteps, but Elizabeth made no effort to check who it was.

She could hear light noises, more movement here and there, then a chair moving. She assumed someone came to sit down next to her bed but why?

"Elizabeth."

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard Bruce call her. Now she almost didn't want to reveal herself. She looked and felt like an absolute mess.

When she lifted the blanket just a tiny bit, she saw was a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and some water on the side.

"Bruce-"

"You haven't eaten at all today." He shoved the plate a little closer to her. "Eat."

Now there was a dilemma with her. She's so tired, but she's so hungry. A nice breakfast could solve the hunger solution. But again, she felt and looked like a mess. To fix that problem, she slowly sat up and still managed to wrap the blanket around her. It was over her body, but this time it wasn't on the front side of her body.

As quickly as she could, without using her superspeed, she grabbed the plate and turned away from Bruce. She sat crossed-legged, her back facing him.

Bruce had his own plate to eat, so that's what he did.

Elizabeth could feel the glances that he was giving her. Like if he was trying to pierce through her mind. Putting imaginary holes on the back of her head. And the tension between the two wasn't helping at all. It was a different type of quiet that she hated so-

"Hey."

She didn't even notice him moving closer to her to sit next to her or the soft tone in his voice when he called out to her again. It was strange.

She didn't respond to him at all, still letting him stare at her as the two ate next to each other. Somehow, it seemed that the tension was still there, but just a little less than before. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Bruce's company was just enough to make her feel a little less tense when she spoke.

"You know that they'll come and try to get me back."

"We'll be prepared this time." He said, like if he was so sure.

She let out a sigh. "How can you be so sure this time? Do you even know how important I am to them?"

"Yes. I've read the terminal. And..." He paused, for a bit. "You're important to us to."

She scoffed and scooted away from Bruce, leaving more space between them for the plate. "They probably think I'm some kind of spy for Cadmus."

Bruce could see Elizabeth, take a deep breath, tucking her legs closer to her chest with her arms. Her head was towards the headboard of the bed, where she didn't have to look at him in the eyes.

"That's not what they think."

"Well, they should. They should be so angry with me that they want me kicked out."

Bruce only moved just a smidge closer, no more. He asked another question, "Why didn't you tell us you used to be with Cadmus?"

"Because I just wanted to forget about it the minute I got out." Elizabeth answered without looking at him. "For once I wanted to do what I wanted to do. I didn't sign up there in my own free will you know."

He squinted his eyes at her, believing he wasn't going to like the answer from his next question. "You were chipped?"

"I remember they said it was a Biochip. But yeah. They put a chip in my brain when I was 5 years old. That way, they didn't have to put in the effort of controlling me through the helmet when I was older. They could just give me an order and I go through with it without question. They make me go through intense training and gave me super strength through a couple of experiments they did on me."

This was...a tall order to take in. To put a chip in a child just so she could obey the government's orders was a new low even for Amanda Waller and Cadmus. Making her into a Metahuman Super Soldier for the government.

"Did you ever get the chip out of your brain?"

She nodded once. "Before I went to Gotham, I had a group that removed it for me. They're called the NOSC and they had a machine that made surgery on my brain to pull it out."

She lifted her head without looking at Bruce, pointing the direct spot on the right side of her head on top. "Right there."

Silence fell between the two again.

Bruce lifted the plate that was between them and set it down on the table behind them. Then he sat back down on the bed, just a little closer to Elizabeth.

"I understand."

"About what?"

"Being cheated out of your childhood."

And for the first time in a while, during this conversation, she slowly turned to look at Bruce. Nothing but concern in her eyes as he continued. What Bruce was about to do was tell sensitive information about himself.

His vulnerability wasn't something he showed all the time. Maybe to the core members of the Justice League. But he did know Elizabeth. More so than the rest of the League, since the two meet before Batman's inclusion to the Justice League in Gotham at the GCPD.

"When I was a boy, my parents were shot outside of an ally by a thug."

"God, Bruce." She stared at her feet as she closed the gap between, now sitting elbow to elbow with him. "I-I'm so sorry..."

She meet with his eyes again and it almost caught her off guard to see them so reassuring, so hopeful, despite what he went through.

"Is...that why you became Batman?" Elizabeth asked, almost whispering.

"Yes. To fight crime and help people. Just like what you are doing now."

He could still see that she was still unsure of herself. So he was ever so hesitant, but so gentle, put his arm around her back to hold.

"I'll talk with them and tell them everything. You need to worry about recovering. I know you're still hurt."

Her shoulders tensed and shock a bit as if she was about to cry. The water works was almost this close to releasing but she held them on just a little longer.

She had people in the Justice League shown concern for her, but never as much as Bruce has. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, Bruce..."

[10:00 AM] [Watchtower] [Control Deck]

"So nothing happened?"

"Nothing."

The Flash, Wally West, carefully eyed his friend J'onn J'onzz, who simply gave him a blank stare.

"Well, if you say so, J'onn." Wally shrugged. He wasn't going to push it considering the two individuals in the medical room are sleeping right now.

"They had a long day, Wally." J'onn stated. "It's best we let them rest."

"Right, right."

J'onn pressed several buttons on the control panel, letting Wally to step into the teleportation deck.

"Are you sure you don't want anything from the carnival?"

J'onn turned to his friend and smiled. "No, thank you."

Wally returned the smile. "Alright, suit yourself."

With that J'onn had Wally teleported out of the Watchtower and into his destination: Central City, where they were currently hosting a big carnival there.

[Watchtower] [Medical Bay]

Laying there in Bruce's arms was Elizabeth, who snuggled there on his body, her head on his chest. His arms prevented her from falling off the bed, should she accidently did so.

His cape was detached from his shoulders and draped over her as a blanket. The only sounds that came out of the room was the low volume of the TV and Bruce's light breathing as he slept.

[diario-vespertino]

Antes de prometer aniquilar a Hamas, los funcionarios israelíes lo consideraban una ventaja

Hamás lleva mucho tiempo ofreciendo a Israel una coartada para evitar cumplir su supuesto compromiso con la creación de un Estado palestino. El presidente israelí, Isaac Herzog, dijo esta semana que, en lo que respecta al ejército, hay poca diferencia entre la población civil de Gaza y Hamas, que ha gobernado el territorio asediado desde 2007. “No es cierta esta retórica acerca de que los civiles no conscientes «No estoy involucrado», dijo Herzog en medio de una campaña de bombardeos israelí sin precedentes en represalia por la masacre de civiles israelíes perpetrada por Hamas la semana pasada. «Podrían haberse levantado, podrían haber luchado contra ese régimen malvado que se apoderó de Gaza mediante un golpe de estado».  Los comentarios de Herzog representan la tradicional combinación de Hamás con todos los palestinos en Gaza y, a menudo, con todos los palestinos en todas partes. Esas actitudes se han endurecido durante la última semana. Las Fuerzas de Defensa de Israel, por ejemplo, publicaron que “o apoyas a Israel o apoyas al terrorismo”. Muchos políticos estadounidenses han hecho afirmaciones similares. “Cualquiera que sea pro palestino es pro Hamas”, tuiteó la representante Marjorie Taylor Greene, republicana por Georgia. Hamás, en ese sentido, ha sido una presencia conveniente para Israel, cuyos líderes han favorecido al grupo militante sobre la Autoridad Palestina (AP), el pseudogobierno establecido durante el proceso de paz de Oslo para administrar los territorios palestinos hasta que se ultimen los detalles de un acuerdo soberano. Se podría negociar un Estado palestino. Si bien Hamas ha sido el enemigo número uno en la retórica israelí durante años, ofreciendo una cobertura para que Israel mantenga su bloqueo y mate periódicamente a cientos de civiles palestinos en Gaza, también ha ofrecido a Israel una coartada para evitar cumplir con su supuesto compromiso con un Estado palestino. Los líderes israelíes parecían creer que este cálculo estratégico podría mantenerse indefinidamente. «Han determinado que esta situación de constante inestabilidad política y violencia es preferible a llegar a algún tipo de acuerdo político más amplio que realmente conduzca a un resultado sobre el estatus final para lograr la paz entre israelíes y palestinos», dijo el analista político palestino Yousef Munayyer al Deconstructed de The Intercept . podcast de esta semana. «Y han elegido este camino en lugar de aquel, y creo que estamos viendo los resultados de eso en plena exhibición en los últimos días». De hecho, algunos funcionarios israelíes en ocasiones han sido explícitos acerca de su preferencia por Hamás sobre la Autoridad Palestina. El Ministro de Finanzas de Israel, Bezalel Smotrich, uno de los miembros más extremistas de la coalición gubernamental israelí más extremista hasta la fecha, ofreció una evaluación inusualmente franca del enfoque del gobierno hacia Hamás en una entrevista de 2015 . “La Autoridad Palestina es una carga y Hamás es un activo”, dijo Smotrich en ese momento. «Es una organización terrorista, nadie la reconocerá, nadie le dará estatus ante la , nadie permitirá que presente una resolución en el Consejo de Seguridad de la ONU». Los comentarios se produjeron mientras la Autoridad Palestina, cuya autoridad estaba efectivamente limitada a Cisjordania después de una ruptura con Hamás en 2007, estaba avanzando a pasos agigantados en la escena internacional, obteniendo el reconocimiento de Palestina por parte de la ONU y una investigación de la CPI sobre los crímenes israelíes en Palestina. Los funcionarios israelíes denominaron esos esfuerzos “terrorismo diplomático”, algo más difícil de vender al resto del mundo que la etiqueta de terrorismo que aplican a Hamás. Lamentando la “deslegitimación internacional” de Israel, Smotrich habló abiertamente sobre la necesidad de Israel de que Hamás contrarreste los éxitos diplomáticos de la Autoridad Palestina. «Abu Mazen nos está ganando en espacios importantes», dijo en la entrevista, refiriéndose al presidente de la Autoridad Palestina, Mahmoud Abbas. «Y Hamás en este momento, en mi opinión, será una ventaja». En otra parte, como inform�� recientemente The Intercept , argumentó que la Autoridad Palestina estaba causando “un gran daño a Israel en los foros internacionales, y es mejor para Israel trabajar para lograr su colapso”. Otros han sostenido durante mucho tiempo la misma opinión, pero la han expresado de forma más discreta. Un cable diplomático de 2007 revela que esa ha sido la posición tácita de Israel desde que Hamas tomó el control de Gaza. Según el cable, el entonces jefe de inteligencia de las Fuerzas de Defensa de Israel, Amos Yadlin, quien esta semana dijo que Hamas “pagará como pagaron los nazis en Europa”, dijo en ese momento que “Israel estaría ‘feliz’ si Hamas tomara el control de Gaza porque Las FDI podrían entonces tratar a Gaza como un Estado hostil”. Eso es efectivamente lo que pasó. Un hombre del saco conveniente Israel ha ocupado ilegalmente Gaza, Cisjordania y Jerusalén Este desde 1967. Durante décadas, mantuvo tanto asentamientos como una presencia militar regular dentro de Gaza, como continúa haciendo en los demás territorios que ocupa. Eso cambió en 2005, cuando Israel desmanteló los asentamientos en Gaza, retiró el ejército y se embarcó en lo que llamó una política de “retirada”. Desde entonces, Israel ha argumentado a menudo que ya no ocupa la franja, aun cuando controla prácticamente todo el acceso de personas y bienes dentro y fuera de ella. (Gaza todavía se considera ocupada según el derecho internacional, dado el dominio casi total de Israel sobre ella, como lo demuestra esta semana el anuncio de que cortaría la electricidad, el combustible y los alimentos en la franja tras el ataque de Hamás.) La llamada retirada de Gaza, que fue muy impopular entre algunos israelíes y desde entonces ha impulsado el crecimiento del movimiento de colonos de extrema derecha de Israel, fue una maniobra estratégica. “Cuando el gobierno israelí decidió, entre comillas, retirarse de Gaza, en realidad pretendía cambiar la naturaleza de su ocupación de Gaza”, dijo Munayyer, señalando que el asesor del entonces primer ministro israelí, Ariel Sharon, había equiparado la retirada con “formaldehído” . “Para el proceso de paz . “Esto pone fin a la idea de un acuerdo de paz”, añadió Munayyer. “Y, ya sabes, Benjamín Netanyahu, a pesar de oponerse a la retirada en ese momento, ha hecho carrera diciendo: ‘Si nos retiramos de Cisjordania, miren a Gaza. Eso es lo que vamos a conseguir’”. Luego, en 2006, Hamás –que no es sólo un grupo militante, sino también uno de los dos partidos políticos más grandes de Palestina– obtuvo una mayoría decisiva en las elecciones legislativas palestinas. Su victoria fue en gran parte una respuesta a las frustraciones de los palestinos con Fatah, el partido que había gobernado los territorios desde Oslo y que muchos palestinos consideraban corrupto. Hasta el día de hoy, muchos palestinos culpan a la Autoridad Palestina de supervisar el colapso de sus esperanzas de soberanía y capitular ante la creciente ocupación de Israel. En ese momento, algunos vieron la victoria política de Hamás como una oportunidad para que el partido se distanciara de su elemento más militante. Pero la victoria democrática fue rechazada ferozmente por Israel y Estados Unidos. En 2007, después de varios intentos fallidos de formar un gobierno de unidad, un golpe de estado respaldado por Estados Unidos, llevado a cabo en conjunto con Fatah, derrocó a Hamás. En el sangriento conflicto civil que siguió, Hamás cedió Cisjordania y tomó el control de Gaza por la fuerza, bifurcando efectivamente la autoridad política palestina entre los dos territorios, ya físicamente divididos por la ocupación de Israel. “Estados Unidos intervino directamente y trató de iniciar un cambio de régimen”, dijo a The Intercept Tareq Baconi, secretario de la junta directiva del grupo de expertos palestino Al-Shabaka. “Hubo un momento en el que Hamás estaba desarrollando una plataforma política que podría habernos llevado a una posición muy diferente. Esto fue completamente bloqueado por los estadounidenses, principalmente por la administración Bush. Así que la idea de que esto es algo inevitable es falsa y elimina la responsabilidad estadounidense de llevarnos a dondequiera que estemos”. Una estrategia contraproducente Hasta el fin de semana pasado, los funcionarios israelíes parecían creer que el delicado equilibrio con Hamás podría durar para siempre. La estrategia del gobierno era “ cortar el césped ” periódicamente para reprimir los esfuerzos militantes de Hamás mediante invasiones terrestres periódicas y campañas de bombardeos que han matado a miles de civiles palestinos a lo largo de los años. «Por un lado, sí, Hamás, y su gobierno en la Franja de Gaza específicamente, ha sido un gran activo, principalmente porque permitió a Israel creer que puede poner a dos millones de palestinos en una jaula», dijo Baconi. “Habría escaladas de violencia de vez en cuando, pero fundamentalmente, habría logrado separar la Franja de Gaza del resto de Palestina. Y podría haberlo hecho sólo teniendo a Hamas en el poder porque puede afirmar que existe esta organización terrorista sedienta de sangre que está empeñada en su destrucción y que justifica el bloqueo y hace que el mundo olvide que el bloqueo y los esfuerzos para estrangular a Gaza comenzaron mucho antes de que Hamas fuera siquiera establecido.» “En ese sentido”, dijo Baconi, “Hamás se convirtió en una excusa perfecta para Israel”. Pero la estrategia fracasó. Independientemente del resultado de la búsqueda de venganza de Israel, dijo Baconi, el tiempo en que Israel veía a Hamás como un activo ha terminado, al igual que la sensación de que una solución al conflicto puede posponerse indefinidamente. “Hay un antes y un después. Creo que antes existía la idea de que los palestinos habían sido pacificados y que el apartheid israelí era invencible, y ahora ambas cosas se han hecho añicos”, dijo Baconi. “Incluso si nadie sabe adónde vamos a partir de ahora (y el lenguaje genocida es aterrador), dondequiera que vayamos, simplemente no creo que haya un retorno al status quo de pensar: ‘Podemos seguir manejando a los palestinos’. » «Desafortunadamente, se desatará mucha más violencia antes de que reconozcan y acepten lo que no pueden ver ahora», añadió, «que es un problema político». ::: Alicia Speri a The intercept::: Read the full article