#gali number

[ryunumber]

Do any bionicle characters have ryu numbers

Gali has a Ryu Number of 4.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Can you please write Bengali reader x lando Norris. Because I am Bengali I want to read something of my culture please.

kintu shob theek hoye jabe 𝜗𝜚⋆

ᥫ᭡. ln x desi!reader ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

ᥫ᭡. fluff ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

masterlist ☾☼

the petrichor scent, the earth smell of rain on parched earth, clung to you, a reassuring comfort in the cacophony of the paddock. lando, perpetual whirlwind, sped by, a flash of papaya orange against the grey. you smiled, observant one among the din of the engines. he'd glanced at you before, a shy, quick look shared across the crowded garage. it wasn't the first time.

you were there with a small group of bengali engineers, a welcome sight in the high-pressure arena of formula 1. you homesick, the comfort of familiar cadence of your mother tongue, the flavor of maacher jhol, the hug of your dida. but the work was exhilarating, the test a welcome diversion.

later, after the qualifying session had finished, you were near the mclaren pit again. lando, still in his race coveralls, was deep in conversation with his engineers. he appeared…tense. you paused, then moved forward slowly.

"excuse me," you said quietly, in english. "i…i couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit distracted. is everything alright?"

lando spun round, blue eyes opening wide. he knew you. "oh, hi. yeah, just…a bit of a difficult session. thanks for asking." he smoothed a hand over his hair, a movement that made him look younger, more exposed.

"i understand," you said. "pressure can be huge." you stopped, then, spurred by a new boldness, added in bengali, "kintu shob theek hoye jabe." (but everything will be all right.)

lando blinked, a flicker of puzzlement crossing his face. "sorry?"

you flushed, becoming suddenly self-conscious. "oh, it's nothing. just…a little expression in my language." you pushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, suddenly extremely conscious of the grease smudges on your hands.

"your language?" he queried, inquiring. "what is it?"

"bengali," you replied. "it's largely used in bangladesh and specific regions of india."

"bengali," he parroted, the name unusual on his mouth. he tried mimicking the pronunciation, but it sounded discombobulated. "beng…gali?"

you laughed. "not exactly. it's a little hard to say if you're not familiar with it."

"it sounds like it," he muttered, a trace of irritation in his tone. "say something else. what does…'kintu shob theek hoye jabe' mean?"

"it means…'but everything will be alright'", you translated.

a small smile touched his lips. "that's…reassuring. thank you." he paused, his eyes suddenly laughing at you, and said, "it sounds…beautiful. even if i can't pronounce it."

you nodded, your heart did a small flip. the roar of the engines faded away into the distance, overwhelmed by the gentle thud of your heart. the smell of petrichor was sweeter now, a hint of something new, something unexpected, unfurling in the center of the formula 1 paddock. perhaps, just perhaps, this whirlwind romance might be something special, even if he couldn't say the words, not yet at least. perhaps someday, he would.

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[otmaaromanovas]

please if you can possibly tell me who of OTMA and Alexei was the biggest baby and who was the smallest and in order to biggest to smallest if possible please ?

Hello! Thank you for your question - of course :)

The children's weights at birth, from Nicholas's diaries: Olga: "She is a big baby 10 pounds in weight and 55 centimetres in length" Tatiana: "Tatiana weight 8 3/4 pounds and is 54 centimetres long" Maria: Nicholas did not write Maria's weight or length in his diary. I've seen 9.9 pounds floating around, but I am get to see this confirmed by a primary source Anastasia: "The little one weights 11 1/2 pounds and measures 55 centimetres" Alexei: Alexandra made detailed records of Alexei's measurements in her notebook. Numbers are in grams and centimetres. "Weight 4660 [10.2 pounds], length 58. Measurement of the head 38; chest 39."

Therefore, in weight order:

Anastasia at 11 1/2 pounds (5.2kg)

Alexei at 10.2 pounds (4.6kg)

Olga at 10 pounds (4.5kg)

Maria (unconfirmed number: 9.9 pounds / 4.5 kg)

Tatiana: 8 3/4 pounds (3.9kg)

Hope this helped :)

Photos: Anastasia, Alexei, Olga, Maria, and Tatiana in formal photographs at a few months old, from Alexandra's formal photograph albums

Sources: 📍 Lottie Bailey, 1895 Diary of Tsar Nicholas II, (n.p., 2022), entries starting 3/15 and 4/16 November 1895 📍 Helen Azar, 'Tatiana Romanov: Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia', The Romanov Family, quoting Nicholas II's diary entry dated 29 May 1897 [Old Style] 📍 Andrei Maylunas, Sergei Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion: Nicholas and Alexandra: Their Own Story, translations by Darya Galy, (New York: Doubleday, 1997), pp. 184, 206, 243

[randomwriteronline]

He was taller than them.

Infinitely so.

They knew he wasn't that big - not compared to everything else around them, from the walls closing off his fortress to the island it sat on, to the silvery sea around it or the body it was still housed within. He wasn't even that big compared to them, and they knew that too: he was only about a bio taller than them, maybe a little more, maybe only half. A sizable, immediately noticeable difference, but it wasn't that much. It wasn't enough to make him appear so gargantuan and frightening. They had stood beside similarly large beings, and while a slight awe had made them queasy it had not been so oppressive.

But there was something about him that made him larger than life. Something that crawled out of him like white marble maggots from a white marble corpse, a strange perfect imperfection that made them feel minuscule.

Perhaps their incomplete number worsened it.

He watched them, impassive.

From how close they were to him (they could have walked up to him; they could have turned that small distance to zero and stood directly in front of him; but they didn't. They couldn't. Something inside them couldn't. Something inside them wouldn't.) they could notice that one of his eyes was not facing them: it was stuck halfway upwards, forever gazing into the sky, while the other continued to stare down at them without so much as a glint of emotion. Despite having all the appearance of a mistake on someone's part, that strange physical quirk had not been fixed. Evidently, it was not an anomaly.

"Good." Artakha said.

His voice held no warmth, no anger, no grief, no bitterness. It was clear and smooth, like polished crystal, and wholly pleasant in its completeness. Something about it almost had them recoil and flatten as if they had been just welcomed into a lethal trap of a lair by the famished growl of a gigantic drooling beast.

They had not expected he would have come to greet them himself. He never had before, delegating his disembodied words and the mechanisms of his fortress to do such a thing for him. Yet this time he had taken it upon himself to walk away from his chambers, from the pristine faintly hued greys that snaked behind him into the deeper parts of his small realm, to stand before them as he did now; in their arrogance, in their hope, they had thought upon coming back to their senses after the surprise of truly seeing him that it must have meant something.

But his tone was calm and empty, a white room with carefully set pastel toys, an environment so quiet and sterile that it smelled potently of the dust it looked to have been blanketed in.

In a strange way, it appalled them.

"You have come back to me." Artakha continued.

His mask glowed softly, golden and splendid. The runes deeply hetched upon it made it seem beyond ancient.

Against the barely visible backdrop of his reclusive kingdom, the glimmer distorted the kanohi into the garbled image of a small, sickly moon, incapable of offering all that sat around it the full strength of the light it could barely reflect.

He did not extend his arms towards them.

"Come now." Artakha ordered passionlessly. "Your work is done."

Something about that shook them from the hazy torpor threatening to devour their brains in too small bites.

"We're here to help evacuate the inhabitants of the last remaining islands," Tahu explained, mortified that his voice was even leaving him and yet unable to place why he felt that way, "The robot's insides are not safe - besides, there's so much to be done outside, and we-"

"There is no place for us in that world." Artakha cut him off.

He had not moved an inch.

They knew instinctively, uncomfortably, that his 'us' included them too.

"Our only purpose is here." Artakha stated. "We are not needed outside the bounds of this body."

"But there is life out there," Gali argued, though the mere act of speaking made her bones want to crumble in anguish to shut her up: "There are people who need us, who could use our help! There is so much to be rebuilt, and all of us-"

"You were made for this world, as was I." Artakha interrupted her.

Their lungs shriveled.

Their bodies hurt.

He remained unblemished in the face of their visible agony, perfect and still; his skewed eye ignored them as it continued to watch the now forever dimmed heavens, hanging lower and lower each day as the metal holding them aloft bent under the weight of age and abandonment.

"There is no such thing as a 'life' awaiting you in that world of real things." Artakha told them. "We are tools to be preserved: if your service will ever be needed again by Mata Nui, I will allow your deployment once more."

"And then?" Tahu coughed. He could swear his arms were melting off of him.

"Then you will return to me." Artakha answered. "As you have done now, because that is your purpose, and that is your only existence."

"And yours?" Gali hissed. Her head felt about to split into a thousand pieces.

"My purpose is to remain here and create, and see that you are used well." Artakha answered. "It is my only use; there is nothing other than this."

He spoke with the certainty of a man off to the gallows, the kind who knows well no dashing stranger or loyal friend will come to save him, and who thus accepts the coming execution with the mellow tiredness that brings the cattle into the slaughterhouse; but unlike the convict marked for death he held no sadness, no despair in his words, no roaring blasphemies nor tear-soaked regrets, not even that drowsy desire for it all to be done. He felt himself not a victim, and not like a victim he spoke, for that was not what he was.

He spoke like a machine that knew why it had been made, and that its function was now unnecessary. There was no poetry about it, and there was no injustice either. The world had begun with duty, and with this new lack of duty it would simply stop to one day begin again: he had known it would have happened since the start.

He had been made to wait until the lack of purpose passed, to one day be put to work again.

But they could not accept it.

They could not, because they were not him.

They were not machines. Not fully. Not anymore.

"We can't leave it all behind," Onua said softly, because his throat was coarse and dry as though burning inside his neck, "We have our Matoran to take care of - our Turaga, too - our friends, our-"

"You have nothing but your duty and yourselves." Artakha corrected him.

They flinched.

"As I have nothing but my duty and my creations." Artakha continued.

Few were aware that he had no brother anymore.

They did not inquire how he had come in possession of such information: beyond their inquiry being a waste of time, certainly it had not reached him in the same way it had them. Like for his reason of existence he simply seemed to have already known, somehow, that his only kin's death upon return would have been inevitable.

After all, one does not keep a broken instrument.

"We're not complete," Lewa fought back feebly, struggling through the tightness that threatened to crush his middle into a jagged heap, "Kopaka and Pohatu - they are-"

"They will come to me eventually, as you have done." Artakha sentenced. "And in the most dire of cases, I will simply make them once more."

The weak glow of his mask sent chills down their spines and almost sent them to their knees.

He had said it so carelessly. Without any inflection, any intonation, any difference in his speech. His voice had remained polished and clean, sanitized, pale colors melting into a greyish nothingness as though the images he conjured through them had not been nightmares woven into song.

He watched them as they contorted and writhed in place as composedly as they could, still slaves to the stilling awe he commanded. He did not blink.

"How many times have you made us?" Onua wheezed. Dark spots stole the sight from his eyes.

"For now, once." Artakha responded.

They wanted to cry.

They wanted to scream.

They wanted it to be over.

"We can't stay." Lewa breathed. He felt only an impossibly wide, horrible, biting cold.

The waves rocked behind them softly, gently, anchoring them to their bodies and selves as they struggled to do so on their own.

He remained unperturbed.

"Come now." Artakha only repeated. "You are to be preserved in sleep: that is my duty as well. You overshot your time active - two weeks had been calculated as the maximum amount it would have taken for you to deal with any issue; after all that has happened whilst you were awake, I assume this will be a... Pleasant... Change of pace."

(He said 'pleasant' strangely. As though he was using that word only out of politeness, without intention, without understanding it. As though the very concept behind it existing was alien to him.)

Then he turned, and walked through the open gate once more.

He did not look back when it became clear no other footsteps would have followed his own; he did not stop when the heavy entrance to his realm closed definitively behind him and he found his fortress once more lacking his most useful tools.

He walked to his chamber, passing the Matoran he had been given across the millennia: they worked in thoughtless silence, as Matoran were always meant to do, some repairing the signs of age upon the floors and walls, some taking materials to their rightful places, some finishing up the count of this or that's inventory, more still tinkering away much like he'd long been used to - perfect clanging cogs of a well-oiled clockwork. Soon enough they would complete their endless work, for nothing else would be there to be done; only then they would stop, and sit, and wait, in a blank torpor that fools might have called sleep, in order to be ready to return to their duties when their toiling would once again be required.

He arrived to the room (not the forge, not for now) and stood before his useless throne; there he stopped, and sat, and waited, staring forth with one eye as the other gazed upon the ceiling in a vaguely aware torpor, patiently existing in a stasis borne of lack of duty.

He was ready to remain for ages.

He had been made to, after all.

But movement distracted him.

A crooked thing walked into the chamber, smiling.

He recognized not the vessel, but the neutral miasma which slithered from its mangled form: it wriggled through the space around him like larvae burrowing in prey, used to permeating every mind it touched, and only regarded him curiously when it found him impervious to the complex, confusing charm of its ever winding workings.

"You." Artakha said dispassionately.

The crooked thing stood before him, smiling.

"There is nothing in this world for you." Artakha stated simply.

"The toys belong to the box, the box belongs to the child, and the child belongs to the parent."

"Leave my realm at once." Artakha insisted without animosity. "There is nothing for you here."

"In the smith's forge the furnace is indeed king amongst the tools, but a tool itself nonetheless."

"I am aware of myself and my duty, my eternity." Artakha spoke. "You cannot impede my function."

"Of course I can!"

He stiffened suddenly; his neck bent under the weight of his head and his body sagged where he sat. His chest convulsed briefly, just enough to push a murky liquid through his crevices, coating his body in blackened rivulets doomed to dry out.

His mask laid cracked and half made dust where it had fallen from his face.

He did not move.

The crooked thing turned, and walked through the door once more, smiling as it crept out of the fortress amongst heaps of stilled machines, crumpled into a pantomime of its mangled shape and silent even of their inner mechanical song, that until moments earlier had been so hard at work on maintaining the broken life-sized diorama of a bustling holy island.

[sad-leon]

for the wip game, lucky number 17!

uhohohoo you've unlocked a secret :3

A Gali and Leo sketch that i made for Patreon like.... a month (?) ago :D

[laurelwen]

Where did the idea of monsterfucker Alex come from??😭😭 How does this idea emerge in one’s mind?? And why am I weirdly invested??

This is definitely one of the best asks I've ever gotten, so thank you for that!

Sorry, this is going to be very rambling, so I hope it makes sense. The idea really emerged while a friend (@gali-in-distress) and I were developing a number of AU scenarios that ended up having Nigel as a "creature" of some sort with Alex as the human who is invariably fascinated with him. We kept returning to that pattern because it just seems to fit so well with their existing dynamic. Canon Alex is clearly fascinated and drawn in by Nigel, and we can all agree that there is a strong homoerotic subtext to their relationship.

This is a Gothic story at its heart, and the Gothic has a great deal of interaction with Queer narratives. The monster in Gothic stories is a representation of the things about ourselves that we are afraid of, the things society wants to exile and destroy, forces that resist control, and often those monsters are very literally stand-ins for transgressive sexualities, including queerness. Heroes wrestle with their own complex reactions to these monstrous embodiments of the things society has taught them to fear and loathe, but to which they are drawn by the compelling recognition of their own shadow selves. We may try to push those things away, but they always return because they are a part of us. So many queer viewers/readers love Gothic horror for this very reason. We can relate to the feeling of being ostracized and hunted down for the things our own society deems "monstrous" - so rather than fearing the monster, we identify with it.

In my mind, this is also the case with Alex. He is drawn to Nigel for his Otherness, his transgression against norms and refusal to live within the rules set forth by society--Alex recognizes truths about himself in Nigel. He's extremely hemmed in by a rigid structure in his own life, so it's only natural that he is interested in those who shake off that structure and who offer him ways of breaking free himself. That Otherness and transgression can so easily be represented by literal monsters, and that leads me to the conclusion that Alex would absolutely be a monsterfucker given the right setting. Add in the fact that he loves to "push the limits" chasing thrills and adrenaline highs, and you have another reason he'd enjoy the mix of fear and fascination you'd get from being a monsterfucker. The added bonus is that in fucking the monster, you yourself become monstrous, meaning it's another way to reject heteronormative oppression and fully embrace your own queerness in defiance of social norms.

As for why you're weirdly invested? I think it's probably because it just rings true to the character. You Get It. *high five*

[opheliathebluelantern]

Star wars and DC comics crossover

So for may the fourth i had a little ideas to mix my favorite characters of each fandom and to see how they will interact. So i noted my fifteen faves of each on little papers and i draw them randomly, now the duos and how i see their interection:

Mia Dearden and Crosshair, they already have one similitude they have a distance weapon. Crosshair has a story with brainwashing and trying to be better so they could work together for a mission. But i can't see something more than that.

Cissie King Jones and Ahsoka Tano i think they coulb be friend, i have more the clone wars period for ahsoka and yj98 for cissie. The sass coulb be interesting between the two.

Connor Hawke and Luke Skywalker power duo in perspective, like between connor martiial art training and luke as a jedi. The parallel of the legacy of their father could be sweet to explore.

Donna Troy and Obi Wan Kenobi oh the tragedy like they lost so much but they keep going. The two number one of my faves together sweet.

Roy Harper and Ezra Bridger, roy could be a good mentor for Ezra in season 1 or after the death of Kanan or just to have somebody to rely on.

Oliver Queen and Poe Dameron they would to fight facist in space and on earth like poe is the rebel and oliver would unterstand and would want to help, they could be really great together.

Guy Gardner and Han Solo the banter would be perfect, i want them together to fight people and rescue somebody. I would totally read an adventures between the two, like for real

Kyle Rayner and Anakin Skywalker the two space jesus together the parrellel between them could be interesting in term of Anakin lose himself to save the people he love and Kyle has the power to save them but can't it's perfect

Koriand'r and Sabine Wren they are fighter, they are compassionate, they could totally be bestie and more. And like Sabine love the colour orange, she love art and Kory is beautiful inside and outside, it's a beautiful relationship.

Hal Jordan and Padme Amidala i can totally imagine if the star wars galy had green lantern, they send hal to protect Padme before a peace mission. I think they could be friends but like during the mission Hal will have to contend with Padme and her handmaidens.

Jason Todd and Maul two people dead who came back and discovered that their death did nothing. Their villains arcs are pretty different Jason is calculated Maul is just angry and chaotic, i don't think they will work together but it will be entertaining.

Dick Grayson and Leia Organa they are pretty similar in how they will always continue to fight. They are character that continue to live in the heart of many. They could really be friend and trusting each other.

Bart Allen and Hera Syndulla the mother of the ghost crew discover Bart and want to protect him, i think it would be cool to see this, i would love to see this because Bart is a little bit like Ezra and Sabine so Hera will known how to adapt. It could be cute.

Stephanie Brown and Bo Katan Kryze i think the dynamic could be a lot with a mix of how Steph see Barbara and Cassandra. Bo Katan is a warrior, she's extremly competent, they would work well together.

Dinah Lance and Asajj Ventress giving another ex assasin to Dinah challenge no but seriously Asajj has evolved to be bounty huntress but her story is pretty interesting to have Dinah work with her. Make Asajj a BOP member maybe, it could work.

So it's done maybe i could do ther things like this with other fandom, it's pretty fun. Wich duo is the more interesting ? And if you have other ideas of how they could work together come to me.

My other fandoms if you want one of these : PJO, Tolkien world, ASOIAF or with history figures.

[lynns-bonkle-blog]

How many (named) Toa of every element are there (counting ones who were transformed into Turaga, e.g Dume, mutated, e.g Nidhiki, or fused into a different entity, e.g Prototype's components)?

Find out below...

First, the raw numbers, with a list of every Toa included (using Biosector's navigation template)

Fire - 7 (Norik, Lhikan, Vakama, Tahu, Jaller, Dume, one of the two Toa who got fused into Prototype)

Water - 7 (Gaaki, Naho, Tuyet, Nokama, Gali, Hahli, Helryx)

Earth - 6 (Bomonga, Whenua, Onua, Nuparu, one of the two Toa who got fused into Prototype, the Toa who was mutated into Savage)

Air - 7 (Lesovikk, Iruini, Nidhiki, Matau, Lewa, Kongu, the Toa who was mutated into Spinner)

Stone - 4 (Pouks, Onewa, Pohatu, Hewkii)

Ice - 4 (Kualus, Nuju, Kopaka, Matoro)

Light - 1 (Takanuva)

Sonics - 1 (Krakua)

Magnetism - 1 (Jovan)

Lightning - 2 (Nikila, Chiara)

Iron - 1 (Zaria)

Psionics - 2 (Orde, Varian)

Other - 3 (Akamai, Wairuha, Ignika)

The only elements that lack named Toa are Gravity, Plasma and Plantlife.

And now a ranking, from most to least:

Fire, Water and Air (7)

Earth (6)

Stone and Ice (4)

Other (3)

Psionics and Lightning (2)

Light, Sonics, Magnetism, Iron (1)

But what if I went further?

What if I included unnamed Toa?

...

Ok so some unnamed Toa are actually groups of a seemingly unspecified amount and some don't have specified elements, so I'm ignoring those, also characters who aren't Toa in the main timeline but are in other timelines (e.g Kingdom!Tanma) are counted, but ones that are Toa in multiple alternate timelines (e.g Melding!Kapura and Kingdom!Kapura) are only counted once. That being said, here's the updated ranking:

Fire and Water (10)

Air, Stone and Ice (8)

Earth (7)

Sonics (4)

Gravity, Plantlife, Iron, Other (3)

Light, Plasma, Magnetism, Lightning, Psionics (2)

[girlactionfigure]

🟨HOSTAGES AND BODIES TO BE RELEASED, ATTORNEY GENERAL REBUKED - Real time from Israel  

⚠️COLD WEATHER PREDICTIONS - weather models disagree, but all agree the main cold wave current predicted to start SUNDAY, rain from tonight, possible snow and ice in elevated areas from Saturday night.  But predictions are changing, more accurate info as the winter storm system comes closer.

🎗️6 HOSTAGES TO BE RELEASED ON SHABBAT - names have been provided.  The PMO’s office says this is due to Trump and Netanyahu, and advances the release of all phase 1 hostages.  These are the last phase 1 hostages alive, in theory 19 phase 2 hostages are alive.

.. Phase 2 public chatter: Hamas spokesman Hazem Qassem: Netanyahu's conditions regarding the disarmament of Hamas and the expulsion of senior Hamas officials cannot be accepted - we demonstrated great flexibility at all stages of the agreement, and any future arrangement in Gaza will be based on national consensus.

▪️IRANIAN LEADER SAYS - “The method chosen by the resistance to free the prisoners held by the Zionists is proving itself to the world.”

▪️GUSH KATIF - Former minister Limor Livnat told Ch. 7: "I am tormented by my support for the (Gush Katif - Gaza) expulsion. Sharon deceived us. I am repenting for the sin that I supported.”

▪️ATTORNEY GENERAL REBUKED - Confrontation in the cabinet: During yesterday's cabinet discussion, Attorney General Gali Bahar Meyara demanded that the ministers consult her regarding the legality of Trump's Gaza deportation plan. Justice Minister Gideon Sa'ar attacked her in response: "Trump did not consult with legal advisors before coming up with the plan."  Sa’ar added: "Honorable advisor, you are not political echelon, we are the political echelon and we make the decisions. We will decide what and you tell us how."

.. Communications Minister Dr. Shlomo Kari: “Do you understand? The "advisor" now wants to put a damper on the deportation plan for Gaza residents who are terrorists and hate Israel. Unimaginable.  The political echelon was elected to lead, not to take orders from officials. It's time to return governance to the government - and send those who don't understand this home with dignity.”

🔹EGYPT - ANALYSIS - Egyptian President Sisi is in a trap: he has not met with President Trump, unlike the Jordanian dictator and the Israeli prime minister. He is isolated with a broken and dependent country.  If Sisi starts a war against Israel, modern Egypt will fall apart.  If Sisi meekly accepts the Trump plan, Islamist Egypt will fall apart. If Sisi does nothing, Egypt's advantage with the Suez Canal will unravel following the announcement of the India to Italy via Israel cargo route.

Israel is in a tricky situation as actions taken in Gaza are impacting Egypt, and Egypt is now threatening due to actions in Gaza.

🔹GAZA RECONSTRUCTION AID - Egyptian TV channel reporter reports that "equipment for the reconstruction of the Gaza Strip" has begun entering the Gaza Strip through the Rafah Crossing.  This remains unconfirmed and there were several previous reports of this that were false.  However it is also possible this is the ‘price’ for the return of hostage bodies and 6 hostages on Shabbat.

.. Political source confirms: Israel will allow caravans and construction vehicles into Gaza - subject to the release of hostages.

♦️GAZA - During the day (Tuesday), the IDF fired shots to repel a number of suspects who approached forces operating in various areas in the Gaza Strip and posed a threat to them.

In the southern Gaza Strip, IDF fighters earlier today identified a suspect moving near them and fired at him to drive him away. When the suspect continued to advance towards the force and posed an immediate threat, additional shots were fired at him to eliminate the threat.

In addition, an Air Force aircraft fired to repel a suspicious vehicle that was moving north from the center of the Strip on a route that is not approved for vehicle traffic, without passing through the inspection route.

[dragoneyes613]

There’s a popular slogan in Israel that appears on car stickers, jewelry and suchlike: Ein Li Eretz Acheret, “I have no other country.” The phrase comes from the title of an iconic and extremely moving song written by Ehud Manor, with music composed by Corinne Allal, and originally recorded in 1986 by Gali Atari; we will mention those names again later. Its opening lines and chorus are Ain li eretz acharet, gam im admati bo’eret, “I have no other country, even if my land is burning.”

A neighbor of mine, who was experiencing considerable war anxiety about the land burning, told me that he didn’t relate to it at all. He said, “But I do have another country. I can go back to Teaneck!” And he said that if things got worse, he would seriously consider doing so.

At the beginning of the war, I was wondering the same thing. I do have another country – two, actually. I have UK citizenship and my wife has U.S. citizenship, and our children have both. Maybe we should go back to live somewhere safer? One of the commentators on the previous post was talking about Lakewood as being a safe and excellent place to live with a rich Jewish life.

Now I could continue by talking about how special and beneficial it is to live in Israel, about how it’s both the Promised Land and our historic homeland, about how it’s the only country with Jewish sovereignty. Which would all be true. But there’s a different point that I want to discuss in this post.

Yes, I do have another country that I could go to (though it wouldn’t be at all straightforward, especially for my children). So do lots of people in Ramat Beit Shemesh and the rest of Israel.

But there’s also lots and lots and lots of people who don’t.

There are millions of Jews in Israel who just don’t have anywhere else to go. There are those who simply don’t have the money for it and would find it too difficult to find employment in a country where they don’t even speak the language. There are those who are too old or ill or who have young children that would suffer from a move. There are those who have crucial responsibilities here. There are those who are just too deeply embedded here.

Even more to the point, there are also millions of Jews who literally don’t have any passport other than their Israeli one. What other country will let them in? The Jews who came from Iran and Egypt and Syria and Yemen are certainly not able to go back to those countries! Nor are Russia and many European countries a safe place for Jews. And even countries which are relatively safe and allow some immigration are not going to accept millions of Jews (and if they did, those countries would likely quickly become not very safe for Jews).

In fact, that’s one of the main reasons why Israel came to exist in the first place. As antisemitism grew in Europe, many Jews realized that they needed to get out, but simply had nowhere to go. Twenty years before the Holocaust, at least 100,000 Jews were massacred in pogroms in the Ukraine, which also created 600,000 Jewish international refugees and millions more who were displaced and threatened.

At this point, many people realized that an even greater catastrophe might happen. But the countries to which the largest numbers of Jewish refugees were fleeing all revised their immigration policies to prevent further Jewish immigration. This included not only Poland and Germany (which obviously wouldn’t have been a good long-term solution anyway), but also the United States, Argentina, and British Palestine. In the U.S., Henry Ford’s newspaper published pamphlets about the Jewish problem, claiming that the national debt was Jewish-inspired to enslave Americans and other such hateful slurs to keep Jews out.

Then things got even worse in Europe, with the rise of Hitler. Some people managed to get out. The parents of Ehud Manor, writer of Ain Li Eretz Acheret, fled Belarus and managed to get into Palestine.

Yet still no country was willing to take in millions of Jews. The U.S. convened the Évian conference, bringing together 32 countries to find a home for Jewish refugees. But aside from the Dominican Republic and Costa Rica, no country, including the U.S., was willing to accept Jewish refugees in any remotely significant number. Consequently, millions of Jews were killed in Europe.

And even after the horrors of the Holocaust, many Jewish survivors still had nowhere to go! Some of them went back to their home towns in Poland and were killed in a pogrom. Others languished in Displaced Persons camps for years, some of which were actually in concentration camps. My late mother-in-law spent the first years of her life in a DP camp; her parents were lucky enough to have a relative in the U.S. who eventually managed to bring them over, but most Jews did not have such an option.

Many Jews, very understandably, realized that a Jewish homeland was needed. It wasn’t about it necessarily being the safest place for a Jew to live. Everyone always knew that Palestine was in a hostile and dangerous part of the world, and that there would be a challenge with the resident Arabs (though it was generally assumed that some sort of compromise would be worked out; there was no broad plan to drive them out). And on the eve of the War of Independence, it was assessed that there was only a 50-50 chance of survival!

Israel has not yet been, and still is not, the safest place in the world for Jews. But not everyone has the option to live in the safest place in the world – many people just need somewhere that is safer than where they currently live. And in any case, having a homeland is not about attaining the greatest safety – it is about having a home, a place that Jews historically belong, a place that Jews can always come to when they fear persecution or experience discrimination, where we can take responsibility for our own safety, and where we can put being Jewish into action and expression.

While Israel won the War of Independence – at a cost of 1% of its population – this created a crisis for nearly a million Jews in Muslim countries, who were persecuted and had to make immediate use of Israel as a refuge. The parents of Gali Atari, singer of Ain Li Eretz Acheret, fled Yemen for Israel, while composer Corinne Allal’s family fled from Tunisia. But it should be born in mind that even if Israel had not come into existence, the existence of Jews in Muslim lands was difficult and very precarious.

And so we reach the situation that we are in today. Israel is home to over seven million Jews. Most of them do not have another country to go to, even if they wanted to (which they don’t). Ain lahem eretz acheret.

(As Haviv Rettig Gur notes, this is the fundamental mistake made by many Palestinians and their supporters, who believe that they can rid of the Jews with violence just as the Algerians successfully used violence to get the French colonialists to go back to France. They don’t grasp that most Jews just don’t have a country to go back to, and thus violence won’t achieve anything and will even be counter–productive.)

Now, there are some Jews who only look at things in terms of their own personal interests. “Where is a safe place for me to live? What is a spiritually safe environment for my children?” And if, as a result, others are less safe physically and spiritually and have to take on an even larger cost to their families and jobs and religious life, then that’s just too bad.

But others feel a sense of responsibility to the rest of our people. It’s not “me” and “them” – it’s us. The correct formulation is not ain li eretz acharet or ain lahem eretz acharet. It’s ain lanu eretz acheret.

Millions of Jews need Israel. And Israel needs a strong army and a strong economy to finance it and a flourishing national Jewish life. Each and every one of us has a responsibility to help with that.

[toa-arania]

I've always been interested by what order people think of the Toa Mata in, because it's so different in consistency. As far as I know I've always seen the first three be Tahu, Gali, and Lewa in that order, but then Pohatu, Onua, and Kopaka end up in all sorts of arrangements. You can see my own bias there because of the order I just named them, which I know I get from the order the Kanohi are listed on BS01. Most of the time, I see Pohatu and Onua listed together because of the similarity of their elements, so the most common arrangements I see are TGLPOK, TGLKOP, TGLKPO, or TGLOPK. I'm sure we all get this from some precedent in how they were listed on lego's website or something, but I didn't have time to go poking around archive.org while writing this so I can't be certain. What I did look up quickly was the iconic 2008 Bionicle Retrospective, which to my surprise rearranged the first three, giving us Tahu, then Lewa and Gali third, followed by Kopaka, Onua, and Pohatu.

The other thing I realised I could check quickly was set numbers, and this is where my descent into hell began. Checking the Toa Mata's set numbers gets us the fascinating arrangement of Pohatu, Onua, Gali, Tahu, Lewa, Kopaka, which is wildly different from what I see anywhere else, especially in that Tahu isn't listed first. I went to go and see if the same element order holds up in other waves and it absolutely does not. The Turaga are Fire, Air, Stone, Water, Ice, Earth as opposed to the Mata's Stone, Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Ice, and the Nuva don't retain the same order either, now in Earth, Air, Stone, Water, Ice, Fire. The Bohrok (SEWFAI), Bohrok Va (WIASFE), and Bohrok Kal (EFIASW) are also all internally inconsistent, but the initial Bohrok wave are the same order as the Toa Mata. This is the only similarity we'll see for a while because the Rahkshi (SIAWEF) switch it up yet again, but most interestingly it does not remotely reflect the order I see anyone talk about the Bionicle elements in. Aside from that one similarity, we now have a different arrangement of elements every wave, and I had begun to wonder how that would hold up.

Then I checked 2004 and of course the pattern is immediately smashed to pieces. The 2004 Matoran and the Toa Metru both have the order Fire, Water, Earth, Stone, Air, Ice. The Vahki almost have this order, switching Earth and Air to ironically get the order of elements as I typically think of them, FWASEI. 2005 keeps the trend of two waves having the same order (FWESAI for the Toa Hordika and the Visorak) and then the other wave fucking it up completely, this time with the Rahaga's WSIFEA.

So far, 2001-3 had been internally consistent with a different arrangement every time. 2004-5 had been internally consistent with two the same and one different. I had hope that 2006-7 or even 2006-8 might be internally consistent and have the same arrangement each time. This hope was dashed brutally against the rocks.

To begin with, the Toa Inika have the same arrangement as the Toa Metru/Hordika, with FWESAI, but both the Piraka and the Voya Nui Resistance do things completely different, with EFWASI and SIAEFW respectively. Not only are they now completely different arrangements again, they aren't even reflective of any that came before in the way that the Inika are the same as the Metru/Hordika. 2007 only gets worse, as now the Toa aren't in a consistent order either, putting Kongu first for AFSEWI, while the Barraki go for WFSEAI, which feels close to the Rahaga even though it really isn't. I am going insane. They so nearly had a consistent order and it's just getting worse. Save me 2008. 2008. 2008 save me.

2008 did not, in fact, save me. It got worse again.

2008 was interesting for a variety of reasons, one of which being that there were not separate waves for heroes and villains - rather, each wave was half and half, a trend we would see again in Bionicle Stars so I have approximately zero hope for a consistent order then either. Because of this, each wave is rearranged and at least does consistently put the villains in the latter half of each wave. The way it does this is especially infuriating when it comes to the Karda Nui Matoran and the Phantoka wave because they are off by one single swap, giving us AISFWE and IASFWE respectively and god damn it they were so close. The Mistika were rearranged to WFEIAS, which is again an entirely new arrangement.

I was completely certain now that 2009 would just be in a total clusterfuck order every single wave, and was pleasantly surprised to see that all three waves, the Agori, the Glatorian, and the Glatorian Legends, were all in the order of Earth, Fire, Air, Water, Ice Stone. Hm? What's that? It's actually Rock, Fire, Jungle, Water, Ice, Sand? No it isn't, shut up. If that's how we're doing this then 2010 is Fire, Jungle, Light, Rock, Water, Heat Vision, and we're not doing it like this. FAIEWS is an entirely new arrangement, unfortunately, so my descent into hell continues.

I decided to brave Bionicle G2, the years 2015 and 2016. Would they finally give me a consistent order of elements? Well, in a word: "No." To begin with, the waves are split up weirdly. There are the Protectors, the Masters, and the Skull guys in 2015. The Protectors and Masters are clearly labelled with elements, and for the sake of my own sanity Jungle is now legally Air. Both waves start the same, with Air, Stone, and Water, but then the second halves are reversed order - Earth, Ice, Fire for the Protectors and Fire, Ice, Earth for the Masters. Then there are the Skull guys, who are significantly harder to place because there are only five of them. Not only that, but they don't have clear elements. The best we can manage is assigning elements based on which drained mask they come with and assuming that The Red One is fire. Therefore, we get Ice, Air, Earth, Stone, and Fire. No Water at all unless you really want to stretch to "Ekimu is Blue" (which I don't), so I'm just not going to count them. 2016 then proceeds to do this worse (sort of). There is the small wave, which only contains five guys, but that's because the sixth small guy actually comes with Kopaka. This results in the Creatures and Uniters actually matchin up, in the order of Air, Stone, Water, Fire, Earth, Ice. I'm not even going to attempt working out what the hell I'm supposed to do with the summer wave that year.

So now what the hell am I supposed to conclude from this? According to set numbers, what order should the elements be in? Well, there are a couple of ways to work this out. Firstly, the order that appears most frequently is that of the Toa Metru: Fire, Water, Earth, Stone, Air, Ice. But of course, we can work out the optimum order. Which appears most frequently in each space? Well there are some interesting things, including that Earth and Stone are spread way more evenly than every other element, and that Ice is almost always at the end. The numbers suggest that the order should be:

Earth, Fire, Water, Stone, Air, Ice

Which means that, of all the waves it could be, the Piraka get the closest to being in the optimum order. Weird.

[sattaking-5]

Satta King Delhi

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Satta King Delhi

[berryscaryskies]

Havent gotten very far in Jupiter gen yet really, but wanted to write stuff down before I forgot it lol

"Your whole life you’ve dreamed of having a big family, and well you’re a bit of a bleeding heart always having your doors open for whoever needs you. Your kids would say you’re a tad too protective and you also maybe ran into this whole parenthood thing faster than you should’ve but there’s no better way to learn than first-hand experience!"

-Iker was actually closer friends with Gaelle initially, and despite the two being kind of distant Gaelle often feels a wolfy sense of protection for her twin sister. So the two generally run in the same circle of friends. Iker and Stormi really hit it off and with only a mild suggestion from Gaelle led to the two sort of niavely getting into a romantic relationship. I imagine a lot of their early relationship was a lot more platonic than either intended. They acted more like besties than anything, but slowly the two really did fall for one another. Stormi still sometimes get caught up having a crush on Iker despite currently being married to him.

-Fun thing I was Not aware of until the two moved into their own household is that Iker actually comes from a family of spellcasters?? Like he's of an ancient bloodline and everything. Which paired with Stormi's dormant wolf is honestly so fascinating. Like from a Sims lore perspective that sim werewolves were once considered a branch spellcasters themselves before corrupting into what they are now. Also the fact that I like to imagine neither was actually aware of their family's history and were happy with the totally normal human life together away from their supernatural heritage. 

-Stormi's always envisioned a life with a big family full of extended relatives and children, and it's something her and Iker can both agree on. Stormi always felt somewhat isolated growing up, she loved her mother and sister and didn't exactly desire to go through the hardships of being a werewolf the way they had to, but nonetheless felt distant from them. And considering the isolated cottage on the outskirts of town with only her mother and sister around really it's no wonder she grew up feeling rather Lonely and misunderstood. Shayne joining the family I think helped a lot, he's a bit of a weirdo tbh but he was kind and human and that allowed him to be a good parental figure for Stormi to latch onto. Regardless the goal for Stormi is to have 5 kids(at least one of them being adopted)

-Stormi and Iker's first son is named Galileo (after the satellite) I imagine they often call him Gali for short which will annoy him when's older since "leo" is obviously the cooler nickname option though no one goes with it. He's actually a werewolf too!! I hadn't really expected it and then the lil newborn baby started Howling to get their attention it was crazy. I like to imagine he'll grow up to be like an overprotective oldest brother type, lil guard dog of the family haha

-Stormi worked as a primary school teacher(i like to imagine she eventually winds up a high school teacher) actually and because of that connection she wound up with an emergency foster certification that allowed for Juno to come into their home. Juno's only a toddler, and she's a bit shy but Stormi, Iker, and Galileo all absolutely adore her so it's no wonder the filed for adoption. Stormi is also currently pregnant with baby number three who will probs be the Saturn generation.

i just use like a normal blonde in game but canonically I imagine her as more of a strawberry blonde

[jongbross]

yixing + break my heart? 🥺

100 celebration

zhang yixing x reader (mentions of breaking up, tears, swearing, angst)

"throwing away the sweater you gave me, i tore up all the memories" (break my heart - d.n.a (lay, gali, vinida weng))

"you're breaking my heart...", was the last thing yixing told you before a big fight exploded between you too.

not even his sad, teary eyes could make you stop running your mouth - no, you just took every little piece of his heart and stomped on it, mercilessly.

yixing had said some harsh things too, but he didn't care, he could live with that as part of him now. all that mattered to him was getting rid of you, shutting you down from his life for good this time.

as he gathered all of your things inside a box, he realized how tired he was from getting his heart played with. yixing loved you deeply, very deeply, but enough was enough. he forgave you way too many times before, he dried his tears way too quickly before so he could have you back - and for what? he couldn't quite tell now.

it was too clear that you didn't love yixing as much as he loved you, but he always tried to ignore that. this time, there was no way back though. yixing was jumping off without a parachute, taking a leap of faith away from you.

"here's all your shit", he said between his teeth, disgust and anger burning within him. "you can take all of it with you."

"that's mine too", you fired back, pointing at the sweater he was wearing. "i paid for that."

"it was a gift...", yixing mumbled under his breath in disbelief. finally he sighed, taking it off. "you know what? you're right, i'm not gonna argue with you anymore."

he threw the sweater at you, not caring the tiny little bit if you would catch it or not.

"there, take it with you. i don't want any memory of you anyway."

you rolled your eyes, grabbing the box from the table and walking away from yixing. as you reached the door, you didn't even bother to look back at him - all you heard was a "and block my fucking number!" being shouted, before you slammed the door, officially out of his life now.