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m-12-7-jo · 6 months

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I haven't been out in public much due to taking a year off from school and not being able to work. I've been watching the news around the i/p conflict from indoors and have admittedly been reluctant to look at my states numbers.

So, i finally decided to take a look at the ADL's H.E.A.T. Map and uh...

Florida's had a huge rise in white supremacist propaganda and antisemetic hate crimes since the start of 2023. I figured there would be, since the backlash against the global jewry has been particularly volatile both on and offline. But i hadn't checked the local numbers until now.

We are one of the few states into the 100+ range and that's particularly horrifying. If we look into the specific numbers, we have:

123 antisemitic incidents, with a majority being vandalism and harassment. A number of these incidents occurred with white supremacist movement (propaganda being spread as well as gatherings).

I know everyone's probably exhausted. But i just want to point out some of the hotspots: Orlando (17 incidents), West Palm Beach (10), Boca Raton (7), Fort Lauderdale (4), and Miami (6).

Thankfully, my city has not had any, and I hope that remains.

I don't know enough about the conflict to say anything more than this: I want jews and palestanians to be safe. I want them to have an ability to govern themselves and not be infringed upon or attacked. I don't want more people to die, on either side.

And, it is not "decolonization" to suggest that an entire civilian population be destroyed for the wrongdoings of their government.

We can call for the dismantling of Israel's government all we want, but THIS here only proves what others have said: the diaspora is too unsafe. This is what is used to reinforce the notion that Israel is necessary at all costs.

We cannot call for deconstruction without being willing to address the rampant white supremacy and antisemitism throughout the US and most of Europe. We can't keep kicking jews out of their homes.

You can't support a free Palestine then use antisemitism as a bludgeon, and expect that to somehow save them.

Focus more on combating antisemitism in your area and generating support for Palestinian relief.

Check out: Palestine Red Crescent Society to support Gaza, especially in providing medical relief.

Learn about antisemitism: Antisemitism Uncovered to understand its forms and prevent an increase of it in the diaspora.

#I so far haven't made any posts of my own on this #but I wanted to check a few things out and here we are #do I have a solution? No #do I know the best way to prevent bloodshed and destruction for either group? No #but I don't want to just act like this isn't a complicated situation #or that it's not callous and horrible to cheer on ANY of their deaths #I don't support Israel's government but that doesn't mean we should be cheering for Israelis to die for that #and some of you are so fucking gleeful about it #and so many of you are cloaking your hatred for jews in progressive words #maybe care more about sharing resources that can give Palestine and Gaza relief support #i/p #mine.#look around and see #Also if you're American and your cheering for the destruction of Israel and its citizens in the name of “decolonization”#then I sincerely hope you're willing to die if those colonized here call for it #because that's what you're asking them to do – even if that is supremely unfeasible and actually not a good solution #we shouldn't be calling for any group to die #florida issues

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justfandomwritings · 5 years

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His Final Act (Loki Laufeyson)

Pairing: some familial love, but its mostly just angst

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: character death but that’s about it.

Summary: When Loki saw him, he knew what was coming. Loki would never be remembered as a hero, but perhaps he should be.

Notes:... I don’t really know where this came from. If I’m being brutally honest I wrote this in the bathroom. It’s not been edited, beta read or checked at all, but I think it’s an interesting idea, so I thought I’d share it.

When Loki saw Thanos, he knew exactly what was coming.

It had been years since Loki had last seen Thanos, and the years had not been kind to either of them. Thanos had been abandoned by his favorite daughter, and Loki had been thrown in a cell by his own family and left to rot.

Loki had been locked away the moment his feet touched down on Asgard.

There was no love lost between Loki and his fellow gods. Most of them had detested him for his entire existence. He had always been an outsider, and for most of his life he had not known why. He didn’t know why the people cheered when his brother rode past but hushed in his presence. He didn’t know why there were statues built in his brother’s honor after a tremendous battle but barely a word of recognition for his contributions. He didn’t know why his brother’s rash action got applauded when it cost Asgardian lives when he got jeered for a rational thinking that spared them. He didn’t know why his brother wielded the hammer Mjolnir with such pride after Loki was mocked and maimed and brutalized by Asgard for acquiring it.

His entire life had been in pursuit of one thing: becoming Thor’s equal. When Odin told him what he was, when Odin made clear that he and Thor were not brothers, that Thor would always be the greater son, Loki had snapped. He had become Thor, brash and cruel; he had determined to prove his worth in the only way Asgard seemed to accept: bloodshed. By wiping out his own people, by wiping out the frost giants. Still, even then, even when he had been doing exactly what they had all wanted of him for a millennium, he had been deemed wrong.

He had tried to do the right thing and failed. His entire life had been failure after failure. He had fallen from the Bifrost with a sense of defeat. He had fallen from the Bifrost right into the arms of Thanos.

Thanos liked to talk as he worked, and Loki had nothing to do but listen. He listened in silence as the creature torturing him rambled on about his master plan. He cataloged every molecule of information about the infinity stones. He recalled Thanos’ research on their locations. He remembered his plan of attack for each of them. He knew who stood between this monster and his all-powerful weapon. He knew exactly how vulnerable each stone would be.

Thanos had already acquired the mind stone. His two daughters were sent in search of the Soul and Power stones. Time and Space both lay in Midgard, on Earth, the puny speck of a planet Odin had banished Thor to before this whole mess began. One was guarded by a group of sorcerers, and other by a government organization commonly called SHIELD. The final stone, Reality, had last been seen millennia ago in the hands of his grandfather… in the hands of Thor’s grandfather, Bor.

The Aether was believed to be destroyed by those select few who were privy to its existence, but Thanos was of the opinion that such a stone would be impossible to destroy except with the use of the other infinity stones. It was a safe assumption that the stone was somewhere on Asgard, or at least somewhere within Odin’s reach.

The plan was simple, almost obscene in its ease of execution. The Space stone, the Tesseract as Loki knew it to be called, was the most vulnerable of the remaining stones, and therefore the first target. None of the humans who possessed it truly understood its power, so they would likely not be fighting with an infinity stone on their side. The Mind stone and the Chitauri army would be more than enough to overpower Earth’s heroes.

Once they had a second stone within their grasp, it would be easy for Thanos to defeat the sorcerers. They knew the workings of the Time stone well, but two stones against one gave Thanos an unfair advantage.

Then, Thanos planned to truly begin his quest for the two lost stones, assuming his daughters hadn’t found them and brought them to him already. Once he possessed Space, Time, Power, and Soul; he would attack Odin and Asgard in search of his final gem, Reality.

There had been only one flaw in Thanos’s plan. Loki knew about it.

Loki was the God of Mischief. His very presence created chaos. He thrived on sabotage. Lies came to him as easy as breathing. He could trick anyone into anything, and Thanos had put himself next on the list.

It wasn’t that Loki cared to save the people. Though it did occur to him that there would be no point in his ruling the Nine Realms if only four and a half survived. It wasn’t that he wanted to play the hero. His brother was the hero; Loki had finally realized that when he fell from the bridge. It wasn’t that he disagreed with the ideology. Loki was fairly sure he did disagree, but that wasn’t really a problem in his mind. It wasn’t even the torture Thanos inflicted on him day in and day out. In Asgard, Loki had been the bane of existence for men with immortality, an eternity’s worth of experience, at their fingertips. He was very familiar with torture; torture alone had never been enough to break him before. Thanos was no different.

It was his family. Not the frost giants, he’d proven he didn’t give a damn about them. Not his father, he wouldn’t mourn his loss. But his mother.

Loki thought of her. In his dreams, on those rare occasions Thanos allowed him sleep, he would reach out for her. He would try to touch her one last time. To pull her away from the inevitable. To save her from this monster. To protect her from what was coming. He would try to shield her from the very fabric of the universe Thanos wielded at his fingertips, and inevitably he couldn’t. Inevitably, the moment his hand reached out and connected with her skin, the moment he made contact with the only person in the universe to ever love him unconditionally, she would crumble to ash in his arms.

Loki thought of his brother. His perfect, older, adopted, brother. Thor was his idol once; everything he aspired to be. Thor was still everything Loki aspired to be, but out of jealousy and longing more than love or respect. He thought of Thor at the gates of Asgard, reigning lightning down on the Chitauri. He thought of the hammer beating away at Thanos’s chest. He thought of Thanos taking the blows in his stride as he marched to the gates. Thor, the warrior, the hero, the king, fighting till his last breath to protect their city, their people, their mother.

Loki knew he would never be his brother, but he would have died fighting for their mother by Thor’s side all the same. And that was what he had intended to do.

Thanos wasn’t easily tricked, but for the God of Lies it could be done. Taking the scepter form him had been difficult, but the God of Mischief had convinced Thanos that one stone could win him another. He’d convinced Thanos that he would win him another. Thanos had agreed. He’d put an army at Loki’s back and sent him for the Tesseract.

Retrieving it had been all too easy. If helping Thanos had been his intention, he could have been in and out of Midgard in less than a day. Instead, he did what he did best. He made mischief; then, he let himself be caught.

Being attacked by the Hulk hadn’t been part of the plan, and it proved an incredibly painful addition. But it certainly helped sell his performance. Only one of the stones made its way back to the safety of Asgard, but neither were in Thanos’s hands.

Loki had tried to do the right thing again, and still he’d found a cell. In the eyes of his father, he’d still failed. Loki’s finest act, his finest hour. He had delayed the destruction of the universe, and no one cared because he wasn’t Thor.

Only his mother knew what he’d done that day. Only she appreciated the sacrifice he made. Not that it saved her. From his cell, Loki failed, again. He had strived to protect her from Thanos, and in the end that hadn’t even been what took her. That pathetic dark elf in the prison, the one who escaped his cell, the one who released every other prison only to look Loki in the eye and walk away. He had watched the elf escape, and he would forever blame himself.

The infinity stones took everything else from Loki. They weren’t going to take Thor.

When Loki saw Thanos, he knew exactly what was coming.

For Asgard, for the Nine Realms, for the universe. He wanted to prevent it. He wanted to save what was left of his family, what was left of his people. He wanted to be the hero his brother had always been.

But when he saw the Power stone on Thanos’s glove he knew it was too late.

Loki had the Tesseract, tucked away in a pocket between realities that only he could pull it from. There was time. He could open the void and make his escape. Only he wouldn’t.

There was time to save himself before Thanos made his move, but there wasn’t time to save Thor. There wasn’t time to save his people.

Half of them would die. Exactly half. Loki knew that much.

Thanos wanted to take half of everything, but not half of everything put together, half of everything proportionally. He wouldn’t stand for the imbalance of taking the entire population of every other world. He wanted to take half of each world, half of each population on each world, half of each group within each population on each world.

He would take half of Asgard’s women, half of Asgard’s men, half of Asgard’s children. He would take half the warriors, half the farmers, half the leaders. He would take half of the sons of Odin.

Loki always wanted to be the hero. He always wanted to be Thor’s equal, but he knew that wasn’t his part to play. There was no saving Asgard now. Half would be gone by morning, but maybe, just maybe, Thor could save the rest.

If half of the sons of Odin would die tonight, if there was no stopping it, then Loki wasn’t going to let Thanos have the luxury of choosing which half.

Death wasn’t like the stories always claimed. It was not the most painful thing Loki ever experienced, nor was it by any means painless. His life did not flash before his eyes. Time did not slow down.

It was sudden, quick. One moment the knife was in his hands. The next Thanos’s hand was around his neck, falling for the God of Mischief’s final trick.

Loki knew there was no seat for him in Valhalla, but he hoped that maybe, even from Hell, he would get to watch his brother kill Thanos. Because Thanos would die, and his brother would win. As he took his last breath, Loki was sure of nothing else. Loki had tried to do the right thing, and finally, in death, he succeeded.

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wasteland-wanderin-blog · 7 years

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Hiiii! I loev your blog! Okay so I am not sure it has been done before but... Sole Survivor + Companions+ Maxson reactions to Curie going into Human killing mode?

Why thank you! I decided to add all base-game companions in this one since the replies are shorter than usual. It doesn’t include Curie because she is the one going around trying to kill every human.

Cait -

She would be impressed to say the least. Cait did not expect to see this side to the former Miss Nanny, and it was an interesting sight to see when she wasn’t trying to kill the red-head. It was obvious that she would enjoy this more violent side to the woman, however, the moment would eventually lose its value in entertainment. She didn’t want everyone to parish at Curie’s hands, so she would eventually help in taking her down. It wouldn’t be certain if she wanted to just repair the part that had sent the synth into her murderous rampage or if she wanted to just kill her all together.

Codsworth -

This poor Mr. Handy would be frantic. What if he turned into the same bloodthirsty machine? He had thought about asking Sole to turn him into a synth as well, but he was having second thoughts at the sight of Curie’s newly found thirst for human bloodshed. If that was what happened when robots like him were transformed, he would want to pass up on that. The immense shock would remain for quite some time and he’d be of little help to stop her. It was just all too much to see one of the kindest women he knew turn into such a monster.

Paladin Danse -

Danse knew it. He knew that synths were capable of becoming corrupt. Like Codsworth, he would be terrified of what could happen to him. Only this time he was already a similar machine to Curie, so he was one step ahead from the Mr. Handy. He would help Sole stop the destructive path she was creating, but would constantly doubt himself along the way. The survivor would have to constantly reassure him that he wouldn’t turn the same way, it was an accident in the first place that Curie had rushed into a frenzy. They were sure that it would not happen to him. However, even after the event was fixed up, Danse would continue to distrust any sort of synth, including himself.

Deacon -

There wouldn’t be any sort of way to talking himself out of this situation. Curie would not listen to reason, she only wanted the bodies to pile up in a trail behind her attempt at extermination. Teaming up with Sole, he’d refuse to actually get rid of her. He knew that it was only some sort of malfunction in her synthetic programming and that if they could somehow get her to Tinker Tom, he’d have her back to normal in no time. It was the Railroad’s duty to ensure every synth was safe and sound, and if they were to allow this to continue, it would ruin their already fragile reputation. It would be a challenge, but they would eventually strap her down into a chair to be corrected.

Dogmeat -

Since he was not a human, Dogmeat would not have anything to worry about. Nevertheless, the pup would be extremely hostile towards her, seeing as she wanted to kill every human in sight. He would bite at her ankles, trying anything and everything to stop her from continuing her “mission.” He knew the true Curie, he did not want to actually hurt her, but if she were to get close to Sole, there would be no restraints. Dogmeat would protect his owner with his life, no matter what.

Hancock -

How high was he? At first, Hancock would blame the jet for making him hallucinate. There was no way he could’ve seen Curie, the sweetest, most innocent woman in the Wasteland, trying to strangle someone in their sleep. He’d be surprised at the fact that it indeed happened and that she was hungry for death. Sole had brought her to Goodneighbor and happened to be staying within the Rexford Hotel when it all went down. Hell would have to freeze over before Hancock would allow this type of behavior to continue. He would try to put an end to this immediately, demanding that the survivor either put her down or bring her to someone who can help, such as Doctor. Amari. There wouldn’t be any sort of unnecessary danger running around in his community, not while he was alive.

MacCready -

Oh shi– Shoot. He did not expect this. Not at all. After all his years traveling around as a mercenary, he had seen a lot of different things. The fact that Curie, out of everyone, would turn into a homicidal maniac proved that he had now witnessed everything. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to take her down, seeing as he was one of the best gunmen within the Commonwealth. He’d feel bad about it, waiting for Sole to come up with some sort of alternative to clean up the problem. MacCready didn’t know very much about synths, and needless to say, the malfunction in Curie’s functions would leave a negative effect on him. It would be difficult to keep an open mind around such things when he was trying to make a safer place for his son to live in.

Nick Valentine -

Being an older model of the Institute’s creations, he would be surprised that he wasn’t the one to become defective. Assuming it was some sort of sabotage to get rid of Sanctuary in an act of revenge, Nick would search into the cause behind her sudden change of heart. It was possible that it happened to be an accident, either way, Curie would need to be stopped. At first, he would use his excellent talent of reason in attempts to capture her so a properly skilled man or woman could fix the issue. If, or when that would fail, then he’d use his knowledge of synthetic parts to disable the woman on a rampage, there honestly would be no way he’d just sit back and watch something like this happen.

Piper -

There was no doubt that Piper would write up something about this. A synth gone mad? The Institute must have something behind it! How could a delightful, kind-hearted woman like Curie suddenly want to kill everything in sight? People needed a warning about synths “going mad” and it wouldn’t be to talk down the humans-turn-robots, but it would be an ominous calling that everyone should be careful. There was no way to know if she would be the only one to malfunction. Sole would have to take charge of the situation, as per usual, since Piper would be busy trying to spread the word. She’d help as much as she could, but she would be more concerned about the safety of her business and her little sister with such a dangerous threat on the loose.

Preston -

The moment he’d know of what had happened, Preston would immediately inform every settlement under the Minutemen’s control. They would go into some form of lockdown until the situation was taken care of. He would assign various men and women to keep watch around the largest of communities, including Sanctuary and the Castle. Feeling rather upset that he’d be unable to help those who refused or had yet to join the cause, Preston would want to work as quickly and efficiently as possible to restore the synthetic Mrs. Nanny back to her original personality. Killing her off would be out of the question, seeing as it wasn’t her fault that her AI happened to glitch out. Sturges would certainly have his work cut out for him if they were able to capture Curie.

Strong -

Similar to Cait, this super mutant would be surprised that Curie would have such a vicious side to her. He’d be extremely pleased with this, since he would finally have someone close to his own thirst for carnage. It would still be difficult for Strong to communicate with her about this, seeing as his intelligence was well below hers and she had suddenly developed harsh tendencies towards him, even if he wasn’t exactly human. He’d be of no help to Sole, if they wanted to stop her, since he would want her to continue on this path of brutality. If anything, Strong would do anything and everything to prevent her recovery, preferring this personality over the pacifistic and overly affectionate original.

X6 - 88 -

Capture. Pacify. Return. It would be simple enough to the Institute courser. Hell, this was part of his job! He was supposed to return escaped, or newly created synths, back to the old C.I.T. building. Since Curie was technically created outside of the Institute, she was already on his list of confiscations. He’d find her acts of violence a violation against the Institute’s reputation and the fact that she was trying to kill every living human in sight did not help at all. It would be a disgusting display to X6, to lose control like the Mrs. Nanny had, and she would be back in tip-top shape the moment an Institute scientist got his/her hands on Curie.

Sole Survivor -

Depending on their alignment, Sole would have the choice to take action or to leave it be. If they were the good-natured type, they would obviously try to stop Curie on her frenzy. They could disable her movement and fix the problem themselves or allow someone with enough technological knowledge take over in hopes to restore her original personality. If they were bad, they would not care at all. It wasn’t their problem that she had bugged out and turned into a blood-starved killer. They would allow her to run rampant on the Wasteland, killing everything in her path. Neutral sided Sole would be in between, the only thing that would force them to step in and stop Curie would be if she tried to kill them or anyone close to them, including any other companion or Shaun if he is present.

Maxson -

Curie would be a menace to the Elder of the Commonwealth Brotherhood. He already had a poor speculation on synthetic people, and the fact that one of them had managed to turn into a heinous murderer only made his opinion worse. It wouldn’t be that big of an issue to his brotherhood, however, it certainly would be brought up often. He’d eventually send a group of soldiers off to deal with her, not caring if she survived or not. The only way she would make it out alive would be if a Scribe convinced Maxson to keep Curie for research, to see how the “Institute worked around their synths” to get the upper hand in future battles.

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