#no mercy to bibi

[meirimerens]

a theomachist in the face of a cruel god, or more reassuringly, something worse entirely

[ummmlife]

jesus fucking christ and buddha

ffffffffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkk

[writtentragedies]

rookie leon's been on my mind a lot lately he's just so cute so precious look at him

lol anyways yes i am still alive and you can consider this an INBOX CALL!! hit that heart & specify the muse you wanna interact with and if you're also a multimuse specify who i should throw my characters at too pls and i'll either go through your memes tag and send you stuff from there or send you something completely random, who knows. <3

[be-my-ambulance]

[synthetickitsune]

Oh, Death ✧ y.jh

Pairing: grim reaper!Yoon Jeonghan x reader (gn) Genre: angst without plot Summary: You've always thought death was beautiful and then you’re proven right just before your very own death when he comes to take you away. Word count: 1.3k Warnings: reader dies, implied suicidal thoughts and body image issues (very brief mentions for both) A/N: based on three banger lines (in bold in the fic) that @hanniedream dropped into my dms and then wrote her own amazing fic (with plot!!) that's much better than whatever this is so go read that (i'm just freeloading on bibi's big brain here)

You've always thought death was beautiful and then you’re proven right just before your very own death when he comes to take you away.

He stands there like an apparition of moonlight on a cold and rainy night, a single beam that would break the stormy skies and bring silence upon the world.

As if covered by a heavy blanket of snow, as if the time has stopped, all sound disappears from the world, from the street, from your room. You take a breath and you’re so startled you gasp again, self-conscious of the loud noise in the perfect silence.

His breathing is quiet and slow, methodical, as if he’s counting the beats of your heart before he breathes each time. It’s slow, you find, your heartbeat. Almost artificial in its steady tempo.

Somehow you feel like it’s stopped beating a long time ago, now only a memory meant to soothe you. Your body trying to save your life one last time, the memories of your cells working all together to keep you alive keep going even after their purpose was fulfilled until the last second. You look behind you - mean to look.

You can’t.

Not with the cold but gentle fingertips softly touching your jaw just as you’re about to turn back to take a look.

You’re startled again when your gaze turns towards what’s in front of you. He moved without a sound, crossing the expanse of space between you in just one second. Where are you? It feels like a dream. The split second of time between sleep and waking up, the short infinity when a lightning flashes in perfect silence and wakes you up from your sleep. You think you see stars, but they lose their shine against his eyes.

They’re the color of ice but hold the gentleness of melting snow, the water freed from its icy prison and searching for someone to embrace and mold itself against their shape. His touch is just like that snow, stealing your warmth slowly. You don’t mind it being drained as long as he keeps his fingers on your skin. He never warms up. His touch remains freezing and he looks apologetic for that. Yet there’s no reason. His cold is one of a breeze on summer’s day, a cold towel on your forehead when you’re tormented by fever.

You think you love him, death.

You understand that’s what he is. That there’s nothing that can be done about it, or about your demise. It’s not his place to decide about it, only to carry it out. He’s gentle. Quiet. As cold as his touch is, it doesn’t hurt you. You don’t remember any pain. You feel light, something akin to happiness buzzing under your skin. Elated. That’s how you feel. A reverent sort of happiness that you suppose comes after the hardship is over.

Is it an act of mercy that he won’t let you see the body that kept you alive? Or is it a rule he has to follow? You wish to see it. For all the complicated feelings you might’ve had towards it through your life, it was yours. It treated you as best as it could.

You lower your eyes like a child being scolded when his fingers stroke your cheek gently, preventing you from turning back for the second time. He’s patient. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do, but you’re sure it’s not lingering on the border between life and death, between the then and the to-be. Yet you do. It’s strange. You craved death so dearly, like a sweet candy after a bitter medicine, yet now that you’re parting with life you’re hesitant. Like wondering if you forgot to take your keys with you the moment the door is closed. Only this time, there’s no one to help you. Shedding your skin, like shedding your life in the world of living, is perhaps truly an act of mercy.

Of course you weren’t prepared for death, and for what comes after. No matter how much you longed for it and wished for it at times. It feels awkward. You’re glad someone is here waiting for you, guiding you. You’re sure he’s meant to guide you. It feels familiar. Did a similar scene happen before? Your memories are so hazy, your entire life flashing through your mind on a loop. Perhaps he’s there too somewhere, waiting like he’s waiting now for you to notice him.

You raise your gaze again and meet his eyes.

You always knew there was a reason you thought about and loved death as much as you did and now that you're face to face with him, everything made sense. death was beautiful. Death is beautiful.

You wonder if someone told him before.

Slowly he lets his hand fall, tracing your skin down your neck and towards your collarbones. Then lower. He caresses your sternum until his fingers stop just below it. You shiver. Like a deer staring into the scope of a rifle, you hold his gaze. They’re kind, his eyes. He’s kind. You feel no pain.

His soft eyes reassure you and comfort you. You start crying, and you see tears pooling in his eyes too until a single one overflows. You feel cold. The cold of staying in the pool for too long. The cold of sitting in the shower after the water stopped running, the droplets cooling on your skin, barely any heat remaining trapped in the fold of your curled body. 

His lips part only slightly. You want to hear his voice but he doesn’t say anything. Your breathing is erratic and too loud, you can’t even hear him breathing. Another tear spills. His other hand comes to hold your face like he did before. Gently, a barely-there touch. His hands are always gentle. Careful not to cause pain. Something is being ripped from you with his icy touch, but it doesn’t hurt. Does it hurt him? Is he taking your pain away? If so, you wish he didn’t. Seeing him cry is like watching an angel weep. It should never happen. No matter if he’s the opposite of an angel.

It feels like an ice shard is being pulled from your body, so slowly that the sharp edges don't cut you. Something heavy is being taken from you. Something that kept the blood, the hurt, inside you. What are you going to do without it? His fingers move smoothly to hold your chin up, so you don’t see what it is that he took from you. There’s a void in your chest left behind. A black hole swallowing everything, starving to fill the emptiness. It’s not hard to guess what it was that he took from you.

One more tear falls. You want to tell him it’s okay. Instead he leans closer. His soft breath caresses your skin. You close your eyes when he’s so close you can see the web of galaxies in his irises. His lips are like petals of a frozen flower against the skin of your cheek. When you open your eyes again, he’s crying. Silently.

He extends a hand towards you, stained ruby. You take it. It’s sticky and cold. It binds you together. 

If the stain remains, if it’s never washed away, will the blood spin itself into a string that would guide you back to him?

Without an answer, you follow him. For now, you only need to hold his hand. You don’t need to look for him if he found you.

And for now, that’s enough. 

For now, you feel him. 

Later you’ll look for ways to find him too.

[hindahoney]

Honestly one of the hardest parts is that I want a free Palestine. I want liberation and equality and dignity for Palestinian people. I don’t support Bibi or settlements or the extremist government or strong military actions. And if that’s what everyone else meant too, then I would be standing next to them in solidarity.

But I’m watching as so many of these protests wave a Nazi flag, and put blood on the Jewish Star and attack Jews. And I hear people call for an Intifada and trivialize our pain, and say we deserved it or it didn’t happen at all and ignore history, and say we’re lying about antisemitism, and call for the destruction of Israel and witness as they turn Zionism into a dirty word.

It was devastating to find out that my definition of “Free Palestine” meant a free Palestine and the left’s definition of “Free Palestine” meant death to Jews.

Most Israelis feel that way too. We don't like the extremist settlements and certainly none of us like Bibi. But even if you take both of those out of the equation it's not as if you'll automatically have a free Palestine. They'll still be under the mercy of a terrorist regime. But people don't care about that, so they'll continue to support the terrorists who are hurting their own people while trying to say they care about them.

[skz-bibi]

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bibiiiiii. merci le gala des pièces jaunes 🇫🇷💙 !

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f4irybibi. i need hd photos of this out IMMEDIATELY!

lovelyseulin. the seulin photos , im gonna fucking cry😭😭😭

lovelyseuli. like im so obsessed with this look.

sondokibibi. like where the hell is all the bibi fansites , i need these photos😭💔

0325ism. is there a bibi photo dump without a seulin pic ??

luvbibi. the caption being french, she's about to move.

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[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

At this point I think it's been more that demonstrated that Trump can do and say the most blantlantly corrupt and criminals things a politician can possibly do, and he will get away with it facing barely any repercussions.

Because his party has already gotten the “anything I like was meant seriously and anything I don’t like was just him exaggerating” script down pat so literally nothing he says or does has any accountability. He is 100% pushing for Israel to wipe out Gaza as some sort of “mercy kill” and Bibi KNOWS this, whether or not they’ve been talking regularly, as well as pushing the idea that all the hostages are dead so they don’t HAVE to negotiate.

[aria0fgold]

I Love Bibi

Amy and Bibi stared at the horizon, the sun slowly lowering itself below it, painting the world amidst its rays a warm glow of the mixture of yellow, orange, and everything in between, to create a breathtaking view every afternoon. The two simply watched the setting sun in silence, sitting beside each other on a thin yet comfortable fabric keeping the sand away from their skins.

Amy was the first one to tear her gaze away from the sunset to glance at Bibi, the love of her life. Sitting on the beach like this reminded her of when they were younger, when everything felt harsh, and when the world was a fragile glass cage she was trapped in, hanging above a dark abyss waiting to swallow her whole. With one wrong move, the cage would break, leaving her at the mercy of an endless chasm, never to be seen again. A small part of her was still rather guilty of what happened that time on the beach in the past, seeing a vision of her mother's figure reflected on Bibi's eye and turning away from her like that. And another part of her was still embarrassed thinking back to what would've happened during then had she not covered Bibi's mouth.

“Amy~~~” Bibi's playful voice snapped her back to reality. She had been far too distracted by her thoughts that she hadn't realized just how close Bibi is to her now. Their noses were nearly touching.

The sudden closeness made Amy jump a bit, moving backwards with a flinch and the sensation of her face burning was very noticeable.

“Y-yes, Bibi?” She stuttered out.

Bibi looked at her, with a smile as dazzling as the view behind her and eyes as warm as the sun itself. Bibi herself, could rival the sun. The very thought of that made Amy dizzy. Was it because of the heat or something else?

“What were you thinking about while staring at me?” Bibi moved closer.

“O-oh… I was just… reminiscing…” Amy moved away.

“Reminiscing what?” Bibi moved closer once more, her arms trapping Amy between them.

“About the past…” Amy moved away again, she can feel the sand on her elbows.

“Liiike~~~?” Bibi moved closer still, with her body on top of Amy, her smile grew more teasing.

“Y-you know! That… that time! W-when we were at the beach…!” Amy moved away yet to no avail, she was successfully pinned down by Bibi, her face feels hotter than the sand below her head, all she could do now is merely cover her face with her hands.

“Oh~~~! Yes, I remember that! It was when you so rudely~! Covered my mouth!” Bibi spoke with a voice that changed from playfully teasing to angrily pouting. One of her many skills, Amy is still impressed at how easily her wife can switch her tone of voice like that.

Although, now isn't exactly the time to be impressed by that, “Ah— That time— You see— I— !” Amy scrambled to find words to explain herself, flailing her arms in a rather frantic manner as she tried to gather herself, “That time… I was—” However, just as she found the right words, Bibi put an index finger to her lips, cutting her off.

Her smile was different this time, as if reflecting the time of the day, it felt cold yet comforting, a type of cold as cozy as the winter night spent by the fireplace with the person you love, her smile perfectly encapsulated the dusk blanketing the sky around them.

She let out a soft giggle before placing a gentle kiss by the corner of her mouth, just shy of Amy's lips. The delicate touch of Bibi's lips just centimeters away from her own made her breath hitch and heart skip a beat.

The two stared at one another, Amy's gaze never leaving Bibi's as the love of her life does the same. It felt like an eternity ever so comfortable that Amy wouldn't mind staying like that forever. Yet that eternity was broken when Bibi's smile as lovely as the dusk morphed to one as mischievous as the approaching night. It was a slight change yet Amy noticed it, just like she always had with Bibi. Unfortunately, she didn't notice it fast enough, Bibi already lifted her off the ground in a princess carry, she was walking towards…

Uh oh…

“Uhhh!!! Bibi! Wait a second!” Amy clung to Bibi's neck, staring at the ocean below them, about to be brightly lit by the rising moon.

“Why??? You felt very hot so it should cool you right down!” Bibi spoke with a voice dripping in mischief.

“N-no! But the water is—” Amy couldn't even finish what she's saying when Bibi had already let go. All that Amy could muster then was a scream as she shivered upon the cold waters of the beach at night.

It wasn't a surprise when she came down with a fever after that. Although, Amy wasn't entirely sure if it was a loss or a win.

“Say aaahhh~” Bibi sat on the bed beside her as she held a bowl of soup on her hand while the other holds up a spoonful of it by Amy's mouth.

“B-bibi I can—”

She tried to protest.

“Say aaaaahhhh~~~!”

Yet failed.

“A-aaaahhh.”

In the end she yielded.

It wasn't so bad to be doted on by her wife like this, but it was kinda embarrassing.

“Hehe~ Now I can spend as much time as I want with you!” Bibi giggled.

“But what if you catch my fever too…”

“Then it'd just be like that day, right?” Bibi smiled, as dazzling as the sunset and as lovely as the dusk, it was a smile of twilight, with her eyes reflecting Amy's figure, it was enough for Amy's heart to feel so full, she doesn't even know what else to do with herself but tightly clutch the blanket on her legs.

She loves her, she loves Bibi so much it still feels like a dream how someone like her could be loved by someone like Bibi. But this is her reality, their reality. And Bibi… is her wife, the love of her life that she never thought she could have.

I love Bibi….

Amy leaned closer to Bibi, placing a tender kiss by the corners of her mouth just shy of her lips. She pulled away with a warm smile of her own, although she doesn't know how to describe it herself, she can only hope it's worthy of a smile to stand beside Bibi's own.

“I love you…” She whispered, for Bibi and the universe itself to hear, the words of her heart to its other half beating right beside them.

[yandere-fics]

(Zombie Bibi because I'm evil)

"What's the matter pookie? I thought you LIKED this joke?" Bibi snarled, twisting the knife further into your gut. It was so painful, you were sure it was piercing something important, but not important enough to kill you quickly. You sobbed as the realisation of what was going to happen set in, the terror of an impending death, of oblivion. Even if you managed to survive this, she's already caused enough damage to keep you from ever living comfortably again. You were good as dead.

"Hey!!! Hey... pookie are you...?" She shook her head angrily, the rusted bells jingling as she focused on her anger "Why aren't you LAUGHING??? You're meant to laugh at my jokes. Why don't you EVER LAUGH AT MY JOKES???" She twisted the knife again, the agony making your head throb. You locked eyes with her... those eyes. You could see her pupils, they weren't hearts anymore. It hadn't worked. All those times you poured the potion out on her grave hoping it would sink into the soil... what a stupid thing to do.

"Bibi... baby... please stop this... I didn't mean to... I didn't.... I... I thought it'd be funny... I wanted to make you laugh. I missed you so so much, please don't hurt me anymore!! I swear I'll laugh, I swear!!" You sobbed, you hoped she'd brought back her gullible side from her trip to the grave, she stared sadly at you for a moment, regretting what she'd done thus far. But she couldn't stop now. You would laugh at her joke.

"I'm sorry pookie. But don't worry, I already had a talk with my friend in the tower! She's worked up somethin' fierce for me. Plus King Theanna missed me so much, the place must'a been so dry without me haha! You still love me right? You still love my jokes?" She giggled, her eyes twitched with an unstable, undead rage as she slowly pulled the knife from your stomach.

"Always"

"I knew it" she sighed, raising the knife high above her head.

The last thing you heard was her giggling echoing throughout your head as she killed you. Your vision went fuzzy as the blood left your body. It wasn't slow, but it was painful. You slipped into blackness, and then there was nothing.

But then you awoke.

"Hi pookie~" her voice cooed, your eyes felt heavy, all of you felt heavy. You couldn't move. You could only blink, and even that was taking all your energy.

"Pookie?? Why aren't they-"

"You must tell them to rise, Bibi."

"Oh right! Rise, Pookie!!"

Your body rose to a sitting position, alarmingly fast without your input. Your hair was longer, matted, grey. Your skin bloodless. Just like hers.

"Look at me Pookie!"

Your head lifted to stare at Bibi, you were in the tower, its habitant; Ainsley standing in the shadows. You tried to speak, to ask Bibi what was going on, to ask if her killing you was just a bad dream, but all that escaped your mouth was a pathetic wheeze. Tears began to well in your eyes, you were so scared.

She leaned in close, placing a kiss on your lips before whispering into your ear, trying her hardest to speak through her excited giggles.

"After I was brought back, Ainsley discovered my soul had become somethin of a net. A soul net. With the help of her magic, whenever I take a life, they come back! And when they come back, they belong to me! They listen to everything I say. They don't have any other choice. Isn't that funny?!?!" She chuckled, you tried to beg her to let you go, to end this nightmare, to put you back in the grave, but you knew the nightmare had only begun, and it would be everlasting.

"Soon enough, every one of those nasty criminals I kill will become a part of my own little army, my audience, if ya will. I'll be the jester queen of the undead, and you will be my princess, pookie!! It'll be so funny, I know it will. Now laugh."

Before you could even begin to resist, you began to laugh. Sucking in air through your dirt-filled lungs as you giggled alongside her, you were completely at her mercy, your body now belonging to her.

You laughed yourself to tears.

-girlfailure

I love her so much

[abject-indulgence]

Mushy Livio Ramblings. Make it happen. (Please and thank you.)

@chris-continues, come get your Wholesome TriMax Livio juice.

CW: animal death (past; mentioned only in brief passing)

🍷 Livio returns to the orphanage following the events of the manga and is quickly drawn back into the fold. The caretakers and the kids love him; and before long he's doing a little bit of everything: general maintenance/handiwork/grounds-keeping, kitchen duties, cleaning, child-minding, and so on.

This time, he's the big brother. He takes that role very seriously.

🍷 Livio gets quite a lot of personal tutoring from his new family, young and old alike. He's far from stupid, but he has distinct gaps in his overall body of knowledge due to his fraught background and upbringing; so it's not uncommon to find the older kids sharing their readers with Livio and regaling him with talk of their work and assignments. This validates their burgeoning sense of independence as young people -- (allowing them the opportunity to explain something to an adult) -- and bolsters their understanding of their learnings by prompting them to put it into their own words. Likewise, it provides Livio with some particular academic exposures that he simply has never had the opportunity to experience or explore for himself.

🍷 Livio is the most patient participant imaginable when it comes to interacting with the kids. He loves letting them read to him, tell him stories, hang off of him and play-wrestle, and so on. He is an impeccable pretend tea party guest, medical patient, outlaw (or sheriff), and so on.

🍷 One of his favorite games that the kids like to play is where they all work together to chase him, catch him, and "force" him to the ground with sheer numbers. It's true that he'd be strong enough to carry them all even if there was room for everyone to pile onto him at once, but he thinks it's cute how excited they get when he finally gives up and lets them win.

🍷 It's an exciting day indeed when a pregnant dog becomes the newest lodger at the orphanage. Naturally the kids get attached to her immediately and are curious about her condition. It becomes something of a little 'group project' to take care of her and have everything ready for the arrival of the puppies. Everyone just calls her 'Mama'.

🍷 When the puppies are born, the runt is too small and weak to compete for nursing space with its littermates. Livio takes care of that one himself. Perhaps he sees this situation as a second chance of sorts; saving a puppy now as if to atone, in spirit, for the puppy that Razlo killed in their youth. Regardless of the reason though, Livio tends to that particular pup day in and day out for those first, critical weeks. Nobody quite knows how to tell him that, sometimes, you simply can't love something into staying alive if the universe has other plans for it.

🍷 In this case though, the universe has mercy.

Ultimately the runt's condition stabilizes under Livio's dutiful care; and, while she'll always be smaller than her littermates, in time she's scampering around the orphanage and getting into all manner of typical mischief, just the way a puppy should. She loves the kids, but everyone knows she's Livio's pup, through and through.

🍷 (Her name is Bibi.)

[lepartidelamort]

Trump va prêter allégeance aux juifs fanatiques de New York.

L'Iran est au menu.

Pour le 7 octobre, Trump a décidé d’en faire plus que d’ordinaire pour les juifs en allant obséquieusement lustrer la tombe du rabbin Schneerson, leader historique de la secte des Loubavitchs.

L’ancien président Trump sur la tombe du rebbe Loubavitch Menachem Mendel Schneerson dans le Queens, NY.

Un pauvre goy pourrait se demander ce qu’il fait là en particulier.

Trump, marionnette entre les mains de son gendre Jared Kushner, juif orthodoxe dissimulé dans un costume trois pièces, obéit simplement à ses maîtres qui voient dans le rabbin Schneerson l’annonciateur de la victoire finale de la race juive sur les goyim.

Et cette victoire se manifeste par la venue d’un « messie » venu enchaîner les nations aux pieds de ce que l’on appelle « Israël ».

Traduction :

« Rebbe » Schneerson : Depuis la dernière fois que tu es venu, beaucoup de choses ont progressé. Bibi : Beaucoup de choses… R. : Il y a une chose qui n’a pas encore changé, c’est que le Machiah (le Messie, ndlr) n’est pas encore arrivé. Donc fais quelque chose pour hâter sa venue. B. : Nous le faisons, nous le faisons. R. : Apparemment, ce n’est pas suffisant puisque de nombreuses heures se sont passées aujourd’hui et il n’est toujours pas ici, mais il reste encore quelques heures dans cette journée donc fais quelque chose d’ici là. Le meilleur, avec joie et bonheur, tu sais que les Hassidiques font attention à tout faire avec joie. B. : Merci. R. : Le meilleur. Beaucoup de succès.

La vision du monde de Schneerson est limpide à ce sujet. La domination raciale de droit divin de la juiverie est le but final de toute l’activité juive. Les goyim sont génétiquement des créatures « sataniques » (Le fondamentalisme juif en Israël, Israël Shahak et Norton Mezvinsky, 1999) :

La différence entre une personne juive et une personne non juive découle de l’expression courante : « Différencions-nous ». Il ne s’agit donc pas d’un cas de changement profond dans lequel une personne se trouve simplement à un niveau supérieur. Il s’agit plutôt d’un cas de « différenciation » entre des espèces totalement différentes. C’est ce qu’il faut dire à propos du corps : le corps d’une personne juive est d’une qualité totalement différente du corps [des membres] de toutes les nations du monde… Le Vieux Rabbin [pseudonyme d’un des saints rabbins loubovitch] a expliqué que le passage du chapitre 49 de la Hatanya [le livre de base de Chabad], « Et tu nous as choisis » [le livre de base de Chabad], est un exemple de ce qu’il faut faire : « Et tu nous as choisis » [les Juifs] signifie spécifiquement que le corps juif a été choisi [par Dieu], parce qu’un choix est ainsi fait entre des choses extérieurement similaires. Le corps juif « paraît semblable en substance aux corps des non-Juifs », mais le sens … est que les corps semblent seulement être semblables en substance matérielle, en apparence et en qualité superficielle. La différence de qualité intérieure, cependant, est si grande que les corps devraient être considérés comme des espèces complètement différentes. C’est la raison pour laquelle le Talmud affirme qu’il existe une différence halakhique dans l’attitude à l’égard des corps des non-Juifs [par opposition aux corps des Juifs] : « leurs corps sont vains ». … Une différence encore plus grande existe en ce qui concerne l’âme. Il existe deux types d’âme opposés : l’âme non juive provient de trois sphères sataniques, tandis que l’âme juive est issue de la sainteté. Comme nous l’avons expliqué, un embryon est appelé un être humain, parce qu’il a un corps et une âme. On peut donc comprendre la différence entre un embryon juif et un embryon non juif. Il existe également une différence de corps. Le corps d’un embryon juif se situe à un niveau plus élevé que celui d’un non-Juif. C’est ce qu’exprime la phrase « différencions » à propos du corps d’un non-Juif, qui est d’une nature totalement différente. La même différence existe en ce qui concerne l’âme : l’âme d’un embryon juif est différente de celle d’un embryon non juif. Nous demandons donc : pourquoi un non-Juif devrait-il être puni s’il tue un embryon non-juif alors qu’un Juif ne devrait pas être puni même s’il tue un embryon juif ? La réponse peut être comprise en considérant la différence générale entre les Juifs et les non-Juifs : Le Juif n’a pas été créé comme un moyen au service d’un but quelconque ; il est lui-même le but, puisque la substance de toutes les émanations [divines] n’a été créée que pour servir les Juifs. La phrase « Au commencement, Dieu créa les cieux et la terre » [Genèse 1:1] signifie que [les cieux et la terre] ont été créés pour les Juifs, qui sont appelés le « commencement ». Cela signifie que tout, tous les développements, toutes les découvertes, la création, y compris les « cieux et la terre », ne sont que vanité par rapport aux Juifs. Les choses importantes sont les Juifs, parce qu’ils n’existent pour aucun [autre] but ; ils sont eux-mêmes le but [divin].

Dans ce contexte culturel d’hystérie et de paranoïa pseudo-messianique, les juifs se disputent à propos de l’état à abattre en premier : la Perse ou la Russie tsariste ?

La juiverie organisée autour du pôle religieux, renforcée de celle de Palestine proprement dite, tient d’abord à sécuriser sa théocratie raciale au Proche-Orient. Pour y parvenir, la guerre à l’Iran est la priorité.

Netanyahu et ses sicaires s’y attèlent.

La présence de Knafo sur place prend tout son sens.

De l’autre côté, la juiverie moins religieuse qui a émigré de Russie au 19e et 20e siècle entend prendre sa revanche après la destruction de l’URSS. Le roi juif d’Ukraine Zelensky est au centre de leur projet.

Ces juifs sont tous d’accord sur la nécessité de mener cette troisième et dernière guerre mondiale pour parachever leur domination planétaire telle que leurs scribes se la promettent à eux-mêmes dans leur Torah.

Leur querelle est une simple querelle de méthode.

Les juifs ont donc le choix entre une marionnette goye qui plongera d’abord l’Amérique dans une guerre générale contre la Russie, et une autre qui la plongera d’abord dans une guerre contre l’Iran.

C’est le seul enjeu de cette « élection ».

Dans les deux cas, ces pantins sont les obligés des juifs.

Démocratie Participative

[mariacallous]

The Jewish Chronicle asked me to write about the chances for a settlement in the Middle East. My first thought was to cling to the received wisdom that no compromise is possible. Whatever people might say in public, the dynamic and dominant forces on both sides push against the notion that Palestinians can have their own state in the occupied territories alongside Israel.

Israel has moved ever further rightwards since the failed Oslo peace negotiations of the 1990s. In the minds of most Israelis swapping land for peace is discredited.

On the other side, the global left denounces Israel as a white settler state and believes it has no right to exist. (The abolition of Israel is what that tortuous label “anti-Zionism” means.) Hamas wants an Islamic state from the river to the sea.

And yet the more I looked at it the more I felt that the extremists had led both their peoples to disaster, and that the old compromise of a two-state solution remained the only way forward.

Here is how I argued it out.

Only a desperate opportunist fighting to save his career (and to stay out of the dock) would insult his truest ally. But that is what Benjamin Netanyahu did when he rejected Joe Biden’s two-state solution.

The US president and every friendly and half-friendly European and Arab government want a settlement, as does the Palestinian Authority, as do all decent people.

Yet scratch the surface and the two-state solution can seem like a pious myth.

It is invoked but not believed.

In my darker moments, I look at everyone concerned with the conflict and think they’re all Bibi Netanyahu now. They would rather engage in war to the death than compromise.

As this is the JC, let us look at it first from a Palestinian point of view. Does a two-state solution mean Israel will withdraw from all of the West Bank, taking 700,000 settlers with it? Will it give Palestinians East Jerusalem as their capital?

If not, refugees in Gaza, Syria and the wider Palestinian diaspora will be asked to give up their claim to the lands they lost after 1948 — their right of return — for a tiny fractured state that would be at Israel’s mercy.

If you are a member of the global left, you have been told repeatedly that the two-state solution is already dead. In its place, progressives demand a single, multinational and multi-faith nation where peace, love and understanding will flourish.

The reality behind this utopian con trick was exposed when the former leader of Hamas, Khaled Mashaal, told the Kuwaiti podcaster Amar Taki earlier this month that the massacres of October 7 showed the way forward.

They had renewed “the dream and the hope for Palestine from the river to the sea”, Mashaal said, drawing encouragement from the demonstrators chanting Hamas slogans in Western capitals. “The American and Western public” was on the side of Hamas, and understood that war was the way forward to a unitary Islamic state.

So there you have it. Innocent Western leftists don’t know that Hamas takes their “from the river to the sea” chants, not as calls for a happy-clappy one-state solution but as an endorsement for more murder and rape. (Although I suspect their leaders know it all too well.)

As for the Israeli case against compromise, JC readers know it well. Since 1948, Palestinians have rejected every offer. When Israel did what all the good people wanted and pulled out of Gaza, Hamas took over and declared war.

Why should Israelis agree to the West Bank becoming a new launching pad for attacks on them?

Even the Israeli left has given up on peace.

The mobilisation of progressive Israelis against Netanyahu’s attempt to undermine the judiciary in 2023 was magnificent to watch. It has in all likelihood saved the country from becoming a strongman’s bossocracy. But it was a movement to protect Israeli society from the extreme right, not to improve the lives of Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza.

It was as if the protesters had tacitly accepted that the cause of a two-state solution was hopeless and the best thing to do was to carry on as if Israelis lived in a bubble and the occupied territories did not exist.

Why not play the tough guy and tell these hard truths?

There’s an appeal, after all, to posing as the realist who cuts through all the soppy progressive platitudes. After October 7, I heard a BBC correspondent speculating in the voice of a well-bred upper-middle class English liberal that perhaps the violence would spur a new push for peace.

Oh yeah, I thought.

Israelis will respond to the evil of October and Palestinians will respond to the destruction of Gaza. The spiral of mutually assured misery will twist down ever lower. That’s just the way it is.

But it need not be.

Look where the tough guys have already taken Palestinians and Israelis. The Hamas belief that no compromise is possible led to war crimes against Israelis that have been disasters for Palestinians.

Twenty thousand or more have died in the Israeli counter-attack and the Gaza Strip is in ruins.

Meanwhile, the supposedly tough-minded Israeli right was so concerned with undermining the judges that the worst massacre of Jews since the Holocaust happened while it was looking the other way. As far as anyone can tell, Netanyahu and his allies are now clueless in Gaza. They have no idea what to do once their war is over, assuming it is ever over.

There are small confidence-building measures available to both sides. Israel could announce an immediate freeze on settlement building. It might accept that it could withdraw from most of the West Bank at minimal cost. Palestinians might make a decisive break with terror tactics, which have served them so badly for so long.

I am not saying these changes are probable, even though the polls show a majority of Israelis back Biden.

But they are preferable to the winner-takes-all positions of the extremists on both sides. Israeli far-right politicians are not, of course, equivalent to the Hamas butchers, but both have brought ruin on their peoples.

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

"Trump would be worse! He'd kill more Palestinians and give Netanyahu anything he wants!"

No, he'd do it faster than Biden, but people who still pretend Biden is going to show mercy are willfully ignorant. Trump would likely use nuclear weapons on Gaza. But Biden has ensured that almost the same outcome will happen.

Have you ever lived near a toxic waste dump? I have. Thankfully, not close enough to experience personal health effects. But a family member of mine taught kids who grew up practically on top of it. He can spend five minutes just listing the names of former students who died of cancer.

And none of the waste in that toxic waste dump included chemicals like white phosphorous.

So here's what Biden's ensured:

Even if there were a ceasefire right now and an immediate influx of aid, more people would die of injuries and malnourishment because there are degrees of injuries and illnesses that medicine can't fix.

The land will be so polluted that anyone who lives there is at an incredibly high risk of developing cancer and other health conditions. That will last for generations, at least decades, but possibly longer.

Even when things are rebuilt, the rates of miscarriages, unviable fetuses, premature births, low birth weights, lung problems, and other conditions will sky rocket.

Palestinians will be forced to leave Gaza to find shelter and treatment, but the health effects from what they experienced will remain with them and possibly be passed down.

Those who can't afford to leave won't be able to get treatment because there is no health system anymore. They will likely die early.

People will die of suicide, unable to recover from the trauma.

Those who don't die of suicide will never be stable. They will raise kids, who will experience generational trauma. Being raised by parents with severe mental illness and growing up in an area where everyone is traumatized results in the kid developing trauma.

All of this combined could very well ethnically cleanse Palestinians from the land. Between those dying of the pollution and those forced to leave, Palestinians will be dispossessed of more land. And if Israel isn't held in check, it will steal Gaza and the West Bank.

Biden has already made it clear that even if Bibi starts the ground invasion of Rafah, Biden will not halt or put conditions on aid.

The only difference between what Trump would do and what Biden is doing is that Trump would do it quicker. Biden likes to play with his victims more cruelly than a cat ever would.

[noxwithoutstars]

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✧ Gotmercygotgracelyric is a gender related to the lyrics " I got mercy I got grace " from the song Vengeance by Bibi.

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[pjunicornart]

October Plans

So for October I've decided to do my own little day to day thing like Inktober. I have made "Songtober".

Basically I have chosen 31 songs to inspire me to write one shots for AO3. I was originally gonna do all horror based songs, but then I realized it would be more interesting if I didn't. I'll be writing for the Meet the Robinsons fandom, and hey... If I feel like this is something I can continue to do, I'll write for another fandom next year.

The songs are: 1. MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Loveless 2. Like The Movies by Laufey 3. ANTONYMPH by Vylet Pony 4. space girl by Frances Forever 5. Glitter by Benee 6. Patchwork Staccato by toa 7. dumb dumb by mazie 8. Heart Shaped Bed by Nicole Dollanganger 9. rises the moon by Liana Flores 10. Butterfly's Repose by Zabawa 11. Coffee Baby by Nataly Dawn 12. Dance in the Living Room by NVTHVN, Park Bird, Ok2222, and Forrest. 13. Binu by BiBi 14. summer depression by girl in red 15. 1980s Horror Film by Wallows 16. Anxiety Angel by Elita 17. I'd Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito 18. Raincoat by Studio Killers 19. Toothbrush by DNCE 20. FAERIE SOIREE by Melanie Martinez 21. Come Here by Sabrina Claudio 22. More Than a Friend by girli 23. Alone by Lund 24. warm nights in tokyo by Yusei 25. Off the Wall by Chenayder 26. Brain Soup by Nasty Cherry 27. Cruel by Mercy Necromancy 28. My Room by Forrest. 29. La La Lainey by Forever the Sickest Kids 30. Saccharine by Jazmin Bean 31. O.D.D. by Hey Violet

If you wanna partake in this too - whether it be writing fics as well or drawing - go ahead. I don't really care, lol. You can do this for any fandom, I'm just doing Meet the Robinsons because we need more MtR content in the world.

@ me if you do actually do this, I'd like to see that.