#extreme violence tw

[positivelybeastly]

Obrumpent: breaking; bursting

It was, in its way, inevitable.

No-one died on Krakoa. Not for long, not for ever. Not for anyone did the resurrection queue stop its endless churn.

He'd been pushed back, of course. On account of his indiscretions. That was the euphemism that had been used, since everything he'd done - and oh, that did mean everything - was with at least the tacit approval of the Council. It was a nice, tidy little word, the broom that elegantly swept the mounds of shit into a dustpan to be ignored.

But that was the problem with sweeping things away to be ignored, with the concept of a queue, of pushing back and not simply removing. Eventually, especially on an island of forever, the problem came home to roost.

And so it was that Henry Philip McCoy was, eventually, reborn.

The diseased mind of the Director of X-Force was long expunged, of course. The gross little grey cells that had formulated uses for Logan's body that not even the Weapon X program could conceptualise were gone, surely ignored even by the worms and the bacteria because it would make them sick. Left to rot in the morning, afternoon, and evening sun.

The McCoy that came back was a young thing, barely 22. Fit, strapping, handsome - in his way, the most beautiful he'd ever been. Light caught him in just the right way, every way, every time. It had caught them all off guard when the shell had cracked and there he was - they had forgotten, just, completely forgotten, yes, that was what he'd been. Who he'd been.

He was so . . . soft.

It had taken them a good long while to acclimatise him, to get him to settle down, to get him to simply be calm. He was skittish and unsure of himself, full of propulsive energy and yet completely without direction. He was a genius who didn't know anything, what could be a more frightening prospect? He was naive, helpless, innocent.

So there he stood, on the edge of the island, throwing stones across the water, trying to work it all out, trying to puzzle out just who he was.

And then, along, had come, Logan.

He'd simply sat and watched for a time. Taking in this cute little blast from the past. Taking in the warm, royal blue fur, the twinkle in his eyes. The body that was unmarked, untouched. Pristine. Clean. Soft. He was so soft.

Something inside of him snapped at that, and he'd broken his stealth. Walked right up. Pointed ears twitched, and baby blue eyes turned to take him in.

Fucker didn't even know him, really. Oh, sure, he recognised him, but know? No. No, this cute little thing didn't know him.

"Hullo there! Wolverine, isn't it? You know, I don't think we've properly met - except for Jeannie's funeral, but, well, that's hardly a social occasion, and besides, I think I have to look back on that very differently now, given everything that's hap - "

His eye bursts first. Logan's adamantium bones make sure of that. It's messy. It's rough. He falls like a wounded gazelle, a whimper of pain leaving him that should tear at Logan's soul, but oh he's too damned angry, he's way too damned fucking mad at this little bouncy scientist fuck, he couldn't care less that he's snotting and crying and crawling on his back away from him. Hank's never known a pain like this, a brutality like this.

He doesn't like to fight. Ain't that funny.

He works him over with the kind of cruelty that transcends hatred, the kind of cruelty that can only be born out of love betrayed and envy left to stew. Bones break. Lungs lacerate. Behind him, he's vaguely aware of the rest of X-Force standing by. Watching.

They don't participate. Not even Omega Red. Definitely not Colossus. But they do watch. They watch every time as Logan beats the poor little cute thing to death, his soft, squishy little body beaten and cut and abused until it's meat. Barely breathing meat.

Meat he kicks off the island into the water. Meat he watches drown. Meat he watches bob away into the distance.

Everyone knows exactly where Hank McCoy's gone the next day. No-one says anything. Down he gets pushed, all along the resurrection queue. It's getting shorter and shorter these days. Before long, he'll be back the next day.

He'll be back. Just as soft as before. Just as sweet to watch break and burst.

[infiniteglitterfall]

Wow.

Listen. The claim that Israelis might "fear that if Palestinians were free, they might visit the same horror on them that they callously inflicted on the Palestinians" does not need to be treated as a philosophical question of guilt and mercy and all this other stuff.

Literally four and a half months ago, Hamas, which actively oppresses Palestinians in Gaza - and has for 18 years, ever since it kicked the Palestinian government out in a violent coup - showed you why Israelis are afraid.

They are afraid of Hamas. Their borders with Gaza, like Egypt's, are closed because of Hamas. They are now united with actual Palestinians in Gaza in their fear of Hamas.

Hamas claimed to be the Palestinian resistance.

It broke through the border. And in one day, fueled by a ton of drugs, thousands of its fighters laid waste to 22 towns, killed more than 1200 people, took 242 hostages ranging from a 10 month old baby to an 85 year old Holocaust survivor, and systematically raped, mutilated, and burned everyone they encountered.

Explictly because Hamas sees Jews as "the enemy." Hamas has been extremely clear about this for decades.

At least one of its members was recorded calling home in the middle of the attack to boast about having "killed 10 Jews with my own hands."

Hamas leaders explicitly stated, on the record, that they would come back and repeat the massacre "again and again and again," until Israel had been violently destroyed.

This is a little of what they did. It is no longer the worst of it. The more I learn, the more horrific it gets.

"I inspected bodies that had been repeatedly stabbed, shot, and crushed. I examined mutilated bodies, restrained with cables, electrical cords, and zipties, still in place post-mortem, and those that had been decapitated and incinerated at temperatures approaching 3,000 degrees Celsius.

Sergeant Major Natah Katz from the IDF Rabbinical Unit at the Shura base near Ramle described to me cadavers he received with breasts and genitals hacked off, one with a knife impaled directly into the vagina. The mutilation of sexual organs and breasts, "seemed to be an obsession," he recalled. Dr. Chen Kugel, head of Israel's National Forensic Center has confirmed to me the same.

Indeed, Hamas arrived with orders to mass rape: Phrasebooks belonging to Hamas found in the Re'im area listed phonetic Hebrew commands in Arabic "Take your clothes off!"; " Spread your legs!'; "Get down!" Terabytes of their own video data confirm Hamas raped, amputated breasts, mutilated women's genitals, and committed systematic sexual crimes on both the living and the dead. Necrophilia has been explicitly reported.

Genocidal rape has no context. Contextualization is contemptibly antisemitic and pure misogyny, if not open Islamist sympathy."

Major Gen. Itai Veruv... said he saw that “some people came out with their children and [Hamas attackers] killed them. They killed babies in front of their parents and then killed the parents. They killed parents and we found babies between the dogs and their families killed before him.”

Over the last several weeks, NBC News has reviewed five interrogations of captured Hamas fighters, an Arabic-language document that instructed Hamas how to pronounce “Take off your pants” in Hebrew, six images of naked or partially naked deceased female bodies, seven eyewitness accounts of sexual violence including both rape and mutilation, 11 testimonies of first responders, and two accounts from workers in morgues who handled the bodies of women after they were recovered from the massacre.

The evidence, primarily from the Israel Defense Forces and Israeli officials, suggests that dozens of Israeli women were raped or sexually abused or mutilated during the Oct. 7 terrorist attacks. According to first responders, one was mutilated with a pair of scissors and another stabbed with a knife. The genitals of some men who had been killed were mutilated as well. 

Israeli officials say that Hamas militants were instructed to systematically carry out sexual violence on women and children. “This was systematic gender-based violence that was so horrific it’s hard for me to find the words,” said Cochav Elkayam-Levy, the chair of a newly created Civil Commission on Oct. 7th Crimes by Hamas Against Women and Children.

Two Israeli investigators cautioned against the use of precise numbers of rape victims at this stage. They told NBC News that evidence continues to come in and that the investigation is likely to go on for months.

The most voluminous evidence is of bodily mutilation of sexual organs by bullet, knife or even scissors, according to an NBC News analysis of the evidence currently available. “They had a thing with sexual organs, both in women and men,” a first responder told police in videotaped testimony. 

A woman whose job it was to open the body bags of women and prepare their bodies for burial told NBC News in an interview Monday that she saw multiple female corpses that had been mutilated. “They were shot in the vagina, they were shot in the breast,” she said. “And this seemed like a systematic attempt at genital mutilation.”

During interrogations, captured Hamas militants talked about raping women and children as a Hamas tactic of war. “To have our way with them, to dirty them, to rape them,” said one Hamas militant during a videotaped interrogation.

Haim Outmezgine, commander of a special unit of Zaka, which collects the remains of the dead, told The Sunday Times it was clear Hamas terrorists aimed to sexually assault women.

“We collected 1,000 bodies in ten days from the festival site and kibbutzim,” he said.

“No one saw more than us. It was clear they were trying to spread as much horror as they could — to kill, to burn alive, to rape … it seemed their mission was to rape as many as possible.”

Architect Shari, who has volunteered at the Shura military base to help identify and prepare corpses for burial, said she was horrified at the scale of the violence inflicted upon women by Hamas.

“They were all young women. Most in little clothing or shredded clothing and their bodies bloodied particularly round their underwear and some women shot many times in the face as if to mutilate them.

“Their faces were in anguish and often their fingers clenched as they died. We saw women whose pelvises were broken. Legs broken. There were women who had been shot in the crotch, in the breasts … there seems no doubt what happened to them.”

This article is from 2022, but it came up in the context of Palestine:

Here are some striking passages, relevant to all colonial aftermaths but certainly also to the forms we see Zionist reaction taking at the moment:

Over the decade I lived in South Africa, I became fascinated by this white minority [i.e. the whole white population post-apartheid as a minority in the country], particularly its members who considered themselves progressive. They reminded me of my liberal peers in America, who had an apparently self-assured enthusiasm about the coming of a so-called majority-minority nation. As with white South Africans who had celebrated the end of apartheid, their enthusiasm often belied, just beneath the surface, a striking degree of fear, bewilderment, disillusionment, and dread.

[...]

Yet these progressives’ response to the end of apartheid was ambivalent. Contemplating South Africa after apartheid, an Economist correspondent observed that “the lives of many whites exude sadness.” The phenomenon perplexed him. In so many ways, white life remained more or less untouched, or had even improved. Despite apartheid’s horrors—and the regime’s violence against those who worked to dismantle it—the ANC encouraged an attitude of forgiveness. It left statues of Afrikaner heroes standing and helped institute the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which granted amnesty to some perpetrators of apartheid-era political crimes.

But as time wore on, even wealthy white South Africans began to radiate a degree of fear and frustration that did not match any simple economic analysis of their situation. A startling number of formerly anti-apartheid white people began to voice bitter criticisms of post-apartheid society. An Afrikaner poet who did prison time under apartheid for aiding the Black-liberation cause wrote an essay denouncing the new Black-led country as “a sewer of betrayed expectations and thievery, fear and unbridled greed.”

What accounted for this disillusionment? Many white South Africans told me that Black forgiveness felt like a slap on the face. By not acting toward you as you acted toward us, we’re showing you up, white South Africans seemed to hear. You’ll owe us a debt of gratitude forever.

The article goes on to discuss:

"Mau Mau anxiety," or the fear among whites of violent repercussions, and how this shows up in reported vs confirmed crime stats - possibly to the point of false memories of home invasion

A sense of irrelevance and alienation among this white population, leading to another anxiety: "do we still belong here?"

The sublimation of this anxiety into self-identification as a marginalized minority group, featuring such incredible statements as "I wanted to fight for Afrikaners, but I came to think of myself as a ‘liberal internationalist,’ not a white racist...I found such inspiration from the struggles of the Catalonians and the Basques. Even Tibet" and "[Martin Luther] King [Jr.] also fought for a people without much political representation … That’s why I consider him one of my most important forebears and heroes,” from a self-declared liberal environmentalist who also thinks Afrikaaners should take back government control because they are "naturally good" at governance

Some discussion of the dynamics underlying these reactions, particularly the fact that "admitting past sins seem[ed] to become harder even as they receded into history," and US parallels

And finally, in closing:

The Afrikaner journalist Rian Malan, who opposed apartheid, has written that, by most measures, its aftermath went better than almost any white person could have imagined. But, as with most white progressives, his experience of post-1994 South Africa has been complicated. [...]

He just couldn’t forgive Black people for forgiving him. Paradoxically, being left undisturbed served as an ever-present reminder of his guilt, of how wrongly he had treated his maid and other Black people under apartheid. “The Bible was right about a thing or two,” he wrote. “It is infinitely worse to receive than to give, especially if … the gift is mercy.”

[igottatho]

A new world is possible, my friends. Le Guin famously said: “The profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable; so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

We WILL free Palestine

[velichorus-k]

The second installment of this comic right here. In which the gang hangs out :) pages under the cut!

[conkreetmonkey]

nature is interesting

song

[infiniteglitterfall]

Well, no. They're just giving the definition.

Post-1948, Zionism also often means you believe that Israel has the same right to exist as other countries. It's not really a movement, generally, because there's not a need for that anymore.

Orgs that still call themselves "The Zionist Whatever-it-is" just exist to do things like giving people grants if they get into a gap year program in Israel.

"Zionism" is a Jewish term. It comes from Jewish culture, where it refers to Jews deserving self-determination.

Non-Jews generally use "Zionist" as a kind of umbrella term for Very Bad Things That Jews And/Or Israel Did Or Are Doing. But they don't usually specify what things those are.

It ranges from global "Zionist conspiracies" to things like... this morning, someone on Instagram told me Jews paired up with Britain in the 1940s to kill all the Palestinians they could. Sometimes, it just means that the Israeli government is doing and/or has done something bad, and "Zionist" is used to accuse people of supporting it.

Wishing death on every Zionist is bad because people who call themselves Zionists are not saying they support murder or racism or genocide.

People are appropriating a word that belongs to a marginalized group, and redefining it in a way that encourages others 1. to be suspicious of that group; 2. to demand that people in it clarify whether they're "the good ones" or "the bad ones" (and adopt the new definition in order to do so); and 3. to threaten and attack people who are using their own community's terms and definitions.

The tags are absolutely full of this.

Not sure what this one means but the vibes ain't right:

There's also a fair amount of confusion in the tags about what Hamas is trying to achieve, and about the ad using the phrase "The Final Solution."

Setting aside whether Israel is committing genocide now, has committed genocide for 70 years, whether it's "just" committing war crimes, et cetera: Hamas has its own goals and its own actions.

Hamas has been framing everything as if what Israel does now will justify whatever Hamas did on Oct 7.

Palestinians have been pretty angry about that, and have been openly protesting Hamas for starting the war in the first place. (I can't even express how happy I am that they've been able to protest for multiple days in a row without people getting arrested omfg!!!!!)

IOW, even if Israel is 100% garbage to Palestinians, Hamas is also 100% garbage to Jews and like... a good 70% garbage to Palestninans, at least. Both things can be true at once, unfortunately.

Hamas bills itself as the Palestinian Resistance, but it's not. It actively oppresses Palestinians: it kicked the government out of Gaza by force in 2008, and runs the Gaza Strip as a dictatorship. It throws people in prison if they speak out or protest against it, and only allows the protests that it stages and controls. (Hence why I'm so fucking excited about the protests in Khan Younis.)

It's pretty widely hated in Palestine.

Hamas is an arm of the Muslim Brotherhood, a nice-sounding org that was literally funded, trained, and armed by Nazis, including its founders Assam al-Banna and Amin al-Husseini.

Hamas's founding documents are very clear that it wants to destroy Israel by force and take the land, and that it wants to do this because Jews are the enemy.

What it did on Oct 7 was a huge step towards reaching its goal. In one day, Hamas murdered people across 22 villages and a music festival. The problem is not (just) that it killed a whole lot of people that it explicitly wants to eliminate entirely. The problem is the level of brutality.

Hamas systemically mutilated people's genitals, across genders and ages, both alive and dead. It intentionally, systematically committed mass rape, and systematically desecrated people's bodies before, during, and after killing them.

A Muslim doctor from Jordan described seeing "a decapitated young girl, her child skull tethered to her trunk by only a sliver of decaying skin. Her facial expression, surrounding milk teeth, haunts me still. Across the boundaries of death, her Edward Munch-like scream still echoes.

"I inspected bodies that had been repeatedly stabbed, shot, and crushed. I examined mutilated bodies, restrained with cables, electrical cords, and zipties, still in place post-mortem, and those that had been decapitated and incinerated at temperatures approaching 3,000 degrees Celsius.’"

Hamas leaders have publicly said they will come back and do it "again and again and again," until Israel is destroyed.

That's why the nonprofit that bought that ad is calling it "The Final Solution."

Because it's a Nazi group, that is openly trying to eliminate a country where 49% of the Jews in the world live, using tactics that resemble those of the Nazis.

You don't have to support anything Israel does in response.

But right now, being Jewish is pretty fucking terrifying.

Being Jewish right now means that every day, I see people calling openly for my death, claiming they only want me to die if I'm "a Zionist."

It means being a sexual abuse survivor, and seeing my progressive community actively spread rape denial about Oct 7.

It means seeing people openly celebrating the atrocities that Hamas committed. It means seeing people repeat Hamas talking points without knowing it, or actively repeating them on purpose.

It means knowing that a significant number of people would be celebrating if Hamas attacked again. That I would be surrounded by people saying it was good; those people deserved this because they were Zionists.

It means knowing that it would not be all that difficult to get support for a campaign to take out Israel through war or other violence. Because it's "a Zionist country."

The fact that it could mean taking out half the world's Jews wouldn't be relevant; people would say things like, "oh well then they shouldn't live in Israel." The fact that it could mean taking out millions of Israeli Arabs wouldn't be relevant, because people think that Israel is a 100% Jewish ethnostate.

It. Is. Terrifying.

And I would really, really like people to walk some of their language back.

I hope every single member of tumblr @staff suffocates under the shame they will feel someday for mining a genocide for advertiser dollars, I hope every tumblr user who's ever given this site money rots from the realisation they gave money to a site that profits from supporting a genocide, and I hope every Zionist everywhere fucking dies.

[baltharino]

Love Live! Sunshine!! | 1x02 "Catch the Transfer Student!"

[fenrichaita]

Sometimes I wonder if people understand that you cannot make people stop comparing mentally ill and neurodivergent people to like serial killers and horror movie monsters without abandoning most of how we conceptualize and categorize mental illness. It's not like an ableism that comes from outside of the DSM or ICD from laymen, it's entirely baked in. The entire mental health system is about categorizing mentally ill and ND people as threats, liabilities, and inconveniences, while blaming it on intrinsic brain illnesses based on the ideas of typically incredibly biased and bigoted psychologists from several decades ago which are not founded in evidence (and said ideas persist mostly unchanged with the reasonings merely altered or justified with a shrug). The fact that after every mass shooting there is more posturing of "mental health awareness" and increasing MH services, when most mass shootings are committed by radicalized cis (and usually white) men tells you that a lot of this is security theatre. The MH system really just makes it more unsafe to seek medical help but it helps "neurotypical" people feel better, and it is the comfort of "NTs" that is most prioritized by this system. And of course, anyone who commits acts of extreme violence like mass shootings will likely be labeled mentally ill first (rather than radicalized, exc.) because of the circular logic that no one can be a Threat without being mentally ill. Do you see The Problem?

[fsokov]

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I guess that’s our goodbye, Leon.

[awyeahitssam]

Based on the idea that Malfoy could not get the vanishing cabinet to work effectively, and decided to mention, instead, that Hogwarts was taking the Great Hall wards down for a six-fucking-week course on Apparation. This is what wouldn't happen. But it's where my mind went, first. Warning: Graphic Violence

A loud crack signified the first successful Apparition. 

Harry’s eyes, closed in preparation for his own attempt, snapped open and his head turned. It wasn't a student standing at the other end of the Great Hall, though. Harry jolted for his wand as other students began to turn to the cloaked figure, but before he could take aim there were four more sharp cracks. 

Dark-robed, masked Death Eater’s were apparating directly into the Great Hall, the only place the castle wards were down for Hogwarts students to learn how to do the same. 

Bellatrix LeStrange was the first to appear sans mask, having no need for discretion. She took in the scene with a cackle, batting away Harry’s immediate curse effortlessly as she cooed, “Aww, look at the wittle student's trying to learn!” 

In his periphery Harry saw Neville lift his own wand, and they cast simultaneously. This time, Bellatrix twisted out of the way. “Do the wittle babies wanna play?”

“Sectumsempra,” Harry hissed with malice, fully aware of the spell's effects, now. Bellatrix’s eyes widened a bit even as she turned out of the way, quick as a dancer. The Death Eater behind her fell to their knees as their body was pulled apart by deep, horrible gashes. 

More cracks sounded; Harry began to send out indiscriminate stunners, hoping to catch the intruders before they realised they were being cast at. They all came prepared for battle to have begun, shield charms springing around them immediately. 

“Bombarda!” Ron called grimly. 

“Expulso!” shouted Neville. 

“Protego Maxima,” murmured Hermione. “Accio Susan Bones. Protego. Stupefy—students to the teacher's entrance!”

The frozen bodies of some of their yearmates seemed to jolt, realisation settling. Many students turned tail and ran. 

Susan Bones, having narrowly been pulled out of the way of a powerful cutting curse that had gouged into stone walls by Hermione, was casting stunners, petrification hexes, and disarming charms. Harry was not nearly so restrained, once he realised the stunners were ineffective. Sectumsempra broke through shields like a battering drill and Death Eaters were falling, ripped apart by his fury. Curses flew from Harry's wand as fast as he could think of them: conjunctivitis, blasting, jelly-fingers, reductors, even slug-vomiting. He conjured six venomous snakes that shot off without instruction, knowing his will. Yet again and again, Harry came back to the Half-Blood Prince’s spell, the most devastatingly effective of them all. People were dying from its effectiveness, but Harry didn’t care, because they had dared step foot in Hogwarts—  

A horrible pressure was building in Harry’s head as half the hall emptied. A wand prodded Harry’s spine, and he stilled, shaking with rage and adrenaline. “Call—call off the snakes, Potter,” a somewhat familiar voice demanded shakily.

“I’d rather they bite your father, Nott,” said Harry coldly. “Drop your wand before I have to make you regret it.” 

The wand trembled, for a moment, against his spine. “C-Cruci—”

Harry drove his elbow back, hard, and slammed down one foot on Nott's. The taller boy stumbled back in pain, and it was no great difficulty to stun him. He hit the floor, hard, and Malfoy’s grey eyes were large and frightened as he stared at Harry, still as prey. 

At once, Harry realised what he had done “You,” he said, scar pulsing horribly. “You did this. You brought war to a school filled with literal children, you stupid, useless brat. You're scared of what Voldemort will do to you? Just wait, Malfoy. His punishment would be bliss compared to what you deserve for this.”

“Such a temper, Harry Potter,” came Lord Voldemort’s cold voice. He had made no sound as he apparated, not like his followers, but Harry’s viciously prickling scar had made his imminent arrival clear. “You have done well, Draco. You will be… rewarded.”

Malfoy’s eyes darted in fright from Harry to the Dark Lord, and Voldemort was barely in time to hiss “Stop,” to the snake that had snuck up on the boy. 

“You don't obey him,” Harry hissed, “you’re mine. Do what you’re made for, dear one.”

Draco turned just in time to see the snake strike out at his neck. It vanished before its fangs could load the boy with venom, and Harry turned his hateful scowl to Voldemort, who’s gaze already rested upon him, intent, heavy and fascinated. 

“Deal with it, Hermione,” he snapped. 

“Harry—” came Hermione’s warning voice, but Harry couldn’t listen, had to dodge out of the way of Voldemort’s spell. The Dark Lord tilted his head, stare thoughtful, and then turned his yew wand… away. 

Harry watched him with a wariness not misplaced: Romilda Vane, nearly out of the Great Hall via the Professor’s entrance, fell to the cruciatus curse with a cry of pain. 

“Drop your wands, children,” the Dark Lord said, red eyes still locked on Harry as his soft, cold voice echoed through all corners of the room, carried by wandless magic. 

Harry grit his teeth at the seeming opportunity, well aware of Voldemort's objective. And yet, truly, he could not have picked a worse target to try and bring Harry under his control than the girl who had nearly raped him. He cast a wordless sonorous on himself to refute the order: “Don't give an inch. There are First Years in these walls. Do to them what you would to Umbridge. They're twice her threat. Any student who raised a wand to help Voldemort’s sect will be treated as hostile. See how I handle my enemies, Goyle, and ask yourself if that cheap shot is worth your life.”

Even as he spoke, Harry turned from Voldemort, dismissive, and focused on thinning the herd. Thirteen Death Eater’s still stood, including Bellatrix, who was engaged with Neville and Ron. Harry used every spell that came to his mind, even those from the Half-Blood Prince’s book he had not tested before. One man was effectively eviscerated, much to Harry’s disgust. He only used that spell once.  

When he saw one of his snakes change course he pulled the magic from them, an effective banishment, cold eyes finding Voldemort again. He had not heard the man speak parseltongue, and indeed he was still holding the crucio, face twisted strangely as he watched Harry. 

“My, my,” said Voldemort, immediate once he had regained Harry’s attention, two more of his people fallen, “so vicious, little snake. Does Dumbledore know you have venom?”

“I don't give a fuck what he knows,” Harry said harshly. “This is a school.” This is my home. “Focus on the bloody Ministry, and leave children out of it.”

Voldemort had the gall to laugh, high and cold. “This is not merely a school, Harry Potter,” he said. “There is a reason you children stand your ground and fight. This is where Dumbledore trains his small, young army to go to war and die, as their parents did before them.” 

Wrath bubbles in Harry, heavy and explosive, and he must look as unhinged and inhuman as the man watching him as he cages it behind his teeth. He flicks a shield charm around Bones and Abbott before a reductor hits, and a disarming charm hits the perpetrators back. He breaks the dark-wooded wand into two pieces the moment he catches it. 

“You truly think Dumbledore has taught us anything? Even my ‘private lessons’ with the man are just memories of your life, as if I care that you got away with murder when you were still sixteen.” Hermione pulls Vane’s still writhing body from the room, and Voldemort’s cruciatus ends, but he does not seem to notice or care, eyes locked on Harry. “The only reason I fight is because I do not believe in the world you are trying to create. Because you say things like ‘magic is night' and still try to subjugate witches and wizards, as if the fresh magic in their veins is poisoned by the muggles they're born to. I defy you, Lord Voldemort, because you decided your best course was killing a baby over a half-heard prophecy, and still try to kill me to this day. I am not going to stand here and let you. I don't believe ‘magic is might’. I've already killed many of your people tonight… but that—that wasn’t over ideology. That is because I will kill as many as it takes to keep your grasping, greedy fucking hands out of my school.”

[infiniteglitterfall]

One thing it has to do with this post is that people have spent six months defacing pictures of the hostages Hamas took, including children and babies, with swastikas.

Protesters in Gaza call for Hamas to return the hostages and end the war it started. Protesters in the West support Hamas to the point of routinely attacking any pictures of them.

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What it has to do with this post is that Hamas's youngest hostage, who may not still be alive, was taken at 10 months old.

(Hamas stated this week that it can't agree to exchange 40 hostages in a ceasefire, because it doesn't think it has 40 left alive. Of the 132 still in its custody.)

And the UN has confirmed that many of the women and children taken hostage "were subjected to rape and sexualized torture, and that there were reasonable grounds to believe that such abuses were ongoing" (to the hostages still in captivity).

The bodies recovered from Hamas's invasion included lots of parents killed in front of their children, like Adi Vital-Kalhoun, whose body and house were then booby-trapped with explosives.

They included lots of kids and babies, like a child and adult, probably a parent, who had been bound together and burned to death. [EXTRA WARNING HERE FOR EXTREMELY EXPLICIT IMAGES AT THAT LINK]

Hamas is part of the Muslim Brotherhood, which was literally founded by fascist Hitler fanboys and modeled after the Nazi Party (complete with its own version of Hitler Youth).

Hamas's founding mission is to violently destroy Israel because Jews corrupt society, have been behind every major war, control the drug trade, control the media, and will expand Israel until they control the world.

On October 7th, its fighters talked about "being inside with the Jews," and celebrated having "killed 10 Jews with my own hands."

Hamas is a literal Nazi group that destroyed 22 towns in one day, and has openly stated it will invade "again and again and again" until Israel is destroyed.

In Nazi Germany, they didn't:

strip children to their underpants,

in a group with mostly teens and adults who were undergoing the same thing,

outdoors where the world could see that their underwear remained on and that no one was coming near them,

to weed out the civilians from the combatants in civilian clothing who often have explosives and other weapons strapped underneath their clothes,

(who actively recruit and train children and had six-year-olds executing Jews during their invasion on October 7th),

and then give the civilians their clothes back and release them.

In Nazi Germany, they:

made children, teens, and adults dig pits for their own graves, strip naked, and be humiliated and tortured, before making them stand at the end of the pit and shooting them. Which may be the image you're thinking of:

made adults strip naked, shot them in the back of the head, and burned them en masse;

murdered children immediately upon arrival to Auschwitz, along with any adults carrying babies or children.

[torawro]

i like ‘em a little insane, covered in blood and severely mentally unstable <3

[your-dxrling]

decided i'd add a tag for my more extreme yan stuff!! block "extreme yan" if u don't wanna see it :> basically anything particularly violent/extremely toxic

cw implied sh scars, intimate violence, non-sexual nudity, somewhat detailed description of cutting

i want to have a cute, romantic bath with my partner.

i want to gently cuddle each other in the warm water, one laying on the other's chest, letting our heightened body heat seep into each other. it could be as fluffy and cliche as they wanted--rose petals, sweet-scented bubble bath, our favourite drinks and snacks.

their pocket knife sits on the side of the tub, blade freshly sharpened and cool to the touch. the water makes it easy to gently lift me up and adjust me onto their lap. they carefully shift the side of my leg out of the soapy bubbles, their fingers gliding over my old scars, baring the skin to the cooler air of the bathroom.

they retrieve the blade and slowly align it with my flesh. its pointed edge presses against my thigh, and i feel nothing but trust and love for the one holding it. they kiss my cheek as they press the blade down, slowly swiping through the skin, letting me watch as the blood begins to fill the wound. they're so much more precise than i could ever be. i cling onto their chest as they go for another swipe, this time harder and faster. it barely hurts at all, and yet i'm crying, maybe just from the joy of being so intimate.

the gentle flow of blood dyes the water a light shade of pink. i relax entirely, closing my eyes and leaning onto my lover as they continue to slice delicate lines across my flesh. the sensation isn't painful, merely a sharp reminder that they're here with me, that they care about me enough to hurt me so gently.

i dunno i think that'd be really cute :>

[unforgivenn]

Whumpee who considers being tortured by their master as a gift. They thank whumper every time they torture whumpee. To test their limits whumper gets more and more brutal but whumpee doesn't even flinch. Maybe at some point they finally shed a tear and what happens after that? It's up to you, maybe whumper realises they enjoy whumpee crying and torture them in even more gruesome ways or maybe whumper feels bad or maybe smn completely different? ¿ Bonus points if you can write about whumpee's training into becoming so open to torture

0.0 excuse me what?!! I love this idea so muchhh!!

CW: Torture, psychological manipulation, blood, phsyical and emotional abuse, creepy ass whumper

Whumpee knelt in the dimly lit room, the cold stone floor pressing against their bare knees. Their eyes were closed, a serene smile playing on their lips. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Despite the bruises and cuts adorning their body, they radiated an unsettling calm.

“Thank you, Master,” Whumpee whispered, their voice trembling with genuine gratitude.

Whumper, standing tall and imposing, looked down at Whumpee with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Each session had grown progressively more brutal, designed to break the spirit of any ordinary person. But Whumpee was different. Different from their previous victims. They never begged for mercy, never cried out in pain. Instead, they thanked their torturer, each time more fervently than the last. As if they deserved all that was happening to them.

"My, my whumpee. You truly are something else y'know?"Whumper sneered, picking up a serrated knife from the table laden with cruel instruments. The blade glinted menacingly as it caught the light. "You think this is a gift?"

Whumpee's smile widened, their eyes opening slightly to reveal a glimmer of adoration. "Y-Yes, Master. T-They are proof that I am worthy of your attention."

"Well then," Whumper murmured, stepping closer, "let's see how far your gratitude goes."

The knife traced a slow, deliberate line across Whumpee's chest, carving a deep, jagged wound. Blood welled up, trickling down in crimson rivulets. Whumpee's breath hitched, but the smile never wavered.

"Thank you, Master," they gasped, voice tinged with a peculiar blend of pain and bliss that was barely noticeable.

Whumper's eyes narrowed, anger simmering beneath their cold exterior. They wanted to see Whumpee break, to hear them scream, to witness the raw agony they inflicted. And yet, Whumpee's unwavering gratitude was a constant mockery of their power.

Whumper's hand tightened around the knife's hilt with a smile, before it was plunged into whumpee's shoulder and then twisted it cruelly. Whumpee shuddered, a soft moan escaping their lips. "T-Thank you."

Whumper's hand clenched around the hilt of the knife. This devotion, this blind obedience, it was intoxicating and infuriating in equal measure. They wanted to see Whumpee break, to hear them scream, to shatter that serene composure.

With a sudden, savage motion, Whumper plunged the knife into Whumpee's side. Blood welled up, a dark, glistening pool that soaked into their clothing. Whumpee shuddered, their breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. Yet, even as pain contorted their features, they managed to whisper, "Thank you" which was now repeating in their mind again and again. They wanted whumpee to beg. To beg and break down.

And for that, they were now ready to do anything.

Whumper pulled the knife free, their eyes searching Whumpee's face for any sign of true suffering. The cuts grew deeper, the wounds more grievous. But still, Whumpee did not falter. They trembled, they bled, but they did not break.

Days turned into weeks, and the sessions became a macabre dance of agony and gratitude. Whumpee's body bore the marks of countless tortures, yet the same gratitude kept escaping their lips, even when whumper had left them half dead.

One night, as the moon cast pale light into the torture chamber, Whumper approached Whumpee with a new instrument. A branding iron, its tip glowing red-hot. Whumpee's eyes widened slightly, but they quickly lowered their head in submission.

"Do you still thank me, Whumpee?" Whumper asked, their voice a low, dangerous purr. "Do you still see this as a gift?"

Whumper pulled the branding iron from the fire, the metal now glowing a fierce, angry red. They hummed to a song that was painfully familiar to whumpee as they waited, standing there as if they were doing something as simple as brewing tea. They approached Whumpee slowly, savoring the anticipation that hung heavy in the air. The iron hissed ominously, and the heat radiating from it was almost unbearable even from a distance.

The brand seared into Whumpee's flesh, the smell of burning skin filling the air.

Then, a single tear slipped from Whumpee's eye, cutting a path through the blood and sweat on their face. It was a small thing, almost insignificant. But to Whumper, it was everything.

Whumper's eyes widened, a twisted smile spreading across their face. They reached out, fingers brushing against the tear-streaked cheek. "Beautiful," Whumper murmured, their voice filled with a dark, sadistic pleasure. "Do it again."

Whumper pressed the hot iron deeper, looking as the skin seemed like it was disintegrating leaving hot red liquid behind. Whumpee's breath hitched, multiple tears going down with a barely audible sob.

The smile on Whumper's face only grew from that. They stepped back, raising the branding iron once more.

"Let's see how many tears I can wring from you tonight."

[infiniteglitterfall]

#yes #i cannot fully condemn hamas because when people are oppressed for decades #eventually they’re going to retaliate #and sometimes violence is the only way people are ever fucking heard #but i grieve the innocent israelis just as much as the innocent palestinians

I need to talk about these tags. and this is not about any specific person, this is a really widespread view. which is why i'm talking about it.

I did not know any of the following info before Oct 7th. Like, just to be clear, this was news to me too.

Hamas's attack, Hamas's history, Israeli history, Palestinian history, and Jewish history, became a sort of bulk combo special interest for me really quickly.

The short version is: Hamas is not Palestinians retaliating.

Hamas was created, almost 40 years ago, specifically to violently destroy Israel and take the land. Not because oppression. Because Jews are Bad.

After years of terrorism (mainly a LOT of suicide bombings in Israel), Hamas put a bunch of people up for political offices in what ended up being the last Palestinian election, ran a VERY smart campaign, and took over Parliament.

Two years later, in 2008, it staged a violent coup and kicked the Palestinian government out of Gaza by force.

Hamas has run Gaza as a dictatorship ever since.

No one in Gaza is allowed to speak out against them. Journalists have been imprisoned for mentioning criticism or protests against Hamas. People have been imprisoned for speaking against Hamas online.

This is a vivid description - by Hamza Howidy, an activist who used to organize "We Want To Live" protests against Hamas, who fled Gaza last August - of what life was like there.

There are many, many Palestinians who work directly with Israelis toward peace, against oppression, toward two free countries side by side. Like these folks, who Hamas imprisoned for it.

Or like Bassam Eid, who quit working with B'Tzelem (a Palestinian human rights org in Israel) because he was frustrated that they weren't paying enough attention to how Palestine treats Palestinians.

He founded the Palestine Human Rights Monitoring Group. I think it's now defunct, but his current writing can be found here:

The other reason that what Hamas did was not Understandable Violence In Response To Oppression, as its leaders like to characterize it, is... well. Graphic.

As in, what it did on Oct 7th -- what it planned for two years to do, what it did in just one day, across 22 towns and a music festival -- is nightmare-fodder, literally nauseating levels of graphic.

If anyone wants to just accept that at face value and not read on, I won't mind.

Anyone who thinks Hamas and its attack might be justified, however, should just fucking read on.

That headline is an understatement.

'The most voluminous evidence is of bodily mutilation of sexual organs by bullet, knife or even scissors, according to an NBC News analysis of the evidence currently available. “They had a thing with sexual organs, both in women and men,” a first responder told police in videotaped testimony. 

'A woman whose job it was to open the body bags of women and prepare their bodies for burial told NBC News in an interview Monday that she saw multiple female corpses that had been mutilated. “They were shot in the vagina, they were shot in the breast,” she said. “And this seemed like a systematic attempt at genital mutilation."...

'During interrogations, captured Hamas militants talked about raping women and children as a Hamas tactic of war. “To have our way with them, to dirty them, to rape them,” said one Hamas militant during a videotaped interrogation.'

'In Abu Kabir, I examined incinerated remnants of teeth and bones; charred remains of children; and physical cadavers of victims. I read CT scans of children and adults bound together and burned alive. I viewed images of a decapitated young girl, her child skull tethered to her trunk by only a sliver of decaying skin. Her facial expression, surrounding milk teeth, haunts me still. Across the boundaries of death, her Edward Munch-like scream still echoes.

'I inspected bodies that had been repeatedly stabbed, shot, and crushed. I examined mutilated bodies, restrained with cables, electrical cords, and zipties, still in place post-mortem, and those that had been decapitated and incinerated at temperatures approaching 3,000 degrees Celsius.'

'....Shuddering at the memory, covering her face, with difficulty, the eyewitness continued: One terrorist pulled the woman's long hair, forcibly arching her neck backwards, fully exposing her naked torso, only to sever both her breasts from her chest with his commando knife. Her entire torso fell backwards, slackened in agony. She may have fainted, though she lived through the mutilation. The disembodied breasts fell to the ground, where terrorists casually played with them.

'...Indeed, Hamas arrived with orders to mass rape: Phrasebooks belonging to Hamas found in the Re'im area listed phonetic Hebrew commands in Arabic "Take your clothes off!"; " Spread your legs!'; "Get down!" Terabytes of their own video data confirm Hamas raped, amputated breasts, mutilated women's genitals, and committed systematic sexual crimes on both the living and the dead. Necrophilia has been explicitly reported.'

It's so fucking terrifying. Not just to read this stuff. But to know that there are also leftists who actively support Hamas.

I'm not talking about leftists who feel like Hamas's massacre is understandable because they don't know what it really looked like. I mean that there were rallies and social media posts immediately after the massacre, even during the massacre, that celebrated it as a fantastic uprising.

I mean that I've seen people who would actively support all of this stuff -- or passively support it by refusing to believe any of it happened -- because it happened to "Zionists."

Okay, I'm going to go out on a limb here and make what is apparently a radical ethical statement.

If someone's response to hearing of the October 7th mass murder of Israelis was to celebrate or applaud or otherwise express joy, they're an antisemite. Period.

If someone's response to 10,000 dead Gazans was to celebrate or applaud or otherwise express joy, they're an Islamaphobe. Period.

In general, if you hear about thousands of people dying for being in the wrong place at the wrong time or being born to the 'wrong' group, and your reaction is "HUZZAH!", you are a horrible person.

[scorchedearthyearning]

the incessant transphobia i witness day to day is slowly starting to radicalize me to absolutely despise cis people.

all i want is to live my life. none of you, and i mean none of you, were even aware of what the word “transgender” meant until you were taught to hate us. you are easily led. you are gullible. you are a vulnerable, easily manipulated individual.

man, that’s all transphobes are: easily swayed vulnerable people. the issue is, at a certain point, these individuals become so entrenched in their learned hatred that they become a danger to us.

of course there’s outward, physical violence against trans people— but where are these people radicalized? the answer is in the arms of their fellow transphobes— by hearing lies about our “predation” or “hatred of women.” spewing false propaganda about trans people is dangerous, and it is violence.

if your words intentionally discriminate against an oppressed class of people, and that leads to violence, you are a dangerous individual who has committed violence by proxy. this is the same thing as incels spreading hatred against women, only for someone like Elliot Rodgers to act upon that hatred literally. you are culpable in the harm against the communities you outwardly hate.

at some point, your hatred and violence against us is going to backfire— and we will start hurting you. when that happens (and it already has begun in areas like the uk,) just remember that our blood is on your hands, and we are taking revenge.