#echo transcripts

[echotunes]

Hugo, two hours after joining QSMP, being so immersed in the qlobal translator's existence that he tried to use it irl to thank his McDonald's deliveryperson

Hugo: Ich hab... Ich hab grade zum Lieferanten "dankeschön" gesagt weil ich dacht'—ich hab mich so dran gewöhnt Deutsch zu reden, weil das automatisch übersetzt wird in QSMP, dass ich dachte, dass—dass meinem Lieferant das dann auch übersetzt wird. Bro! [cut] Digga das—ich erklär's nochmal ganz kurz. Also ich wohn' ja auf Madeira. Und die reden ja hier kein Deutsch. Digga, 'n Lieferant kommt hier hin, ich sag so "hello", ne, da hab—da wusst' ich irgendwie noch ok, Englisch. Bruder auf einmal sie gibt mir ne Tüte und ich sag "danke!" Weil ich— weil ich mit QSMP dachte dass das automatisch übersetzt wird—wird. Ich wa—ich—digga, das is' halt, das triggert dein Gehirn halt komplett.

(translation: I just... I just said "dankeschön" ("thank you" in German) to the deliveryperson because I thought—I'm so used to speaking German, because it's automatically translated in QSMP, that I thought that it would be automatically translated to my deliveryperson. Bro!

[cut] Bro that—I'm gonna explain it again for a sec. So I live in Madeira. And they don't speak German here. Bro, a deliveryperson comes here, I said "hello", like, at that point I still knew okay, English. And brother suddenly they give me a bag and I say "danke!" Because I—because with QSMP I thought it would be automatically translated. I—bro, that's just, that just fully triggers your brain.)

#i hope this way of formatting transcript + translation makes sense? i wanted to do both languages lol #anyway. yeah #chose to translate digga as bro because i feel like that's an okay translation. like vibe wise. yk. dude or man would also work though #mcyt #qsmp #letshugo #video #echo transcripts

[perenlop]

sorry to harp on this but i think long video essays have become this thing that people decide that they don't like personally, and like that's alright, but for some reason they have to justify that dislike by making it a moral discussion rather than something that just comes down to preference and not all of those videos being well made. like you can't just say "i don't like quinton reviews or hbomberguy cause their vids are too long and that's just not for me" you gotta say "quinton reviews and hbomberguy are DISGUSTING people for forcing their audience to watch HALF ASSED CONTENT and oh they just want your MONEY and they're not ARTISTS they don't CARE about you and they're scammers and-"

#like one thing ill agree on is that these would do well with transcripts if people want to get in on them but dont want to watch #which i totally agree on. like i dont like audiobooks or ebooks i prefer to read physical copies cause i process them better #but you dont see me waging war on audiobooks cause i have a hard time processing spoken words with no visual over written ones #because thats a me thing and its the opposite for plenty of people #sorry actually we have to cancel every podcast ever made because they have no visuals and i cant listen for that long #im passionate abt this cause people will harass these creators and call them disgusting freaks with no talent or substance #and like. its super uncalled for??? like their worst crime is that some of the analysis feels unnecessary #you cant even say quinton reviews is just summary either bc he goes into merch and the climate around the shows #idk like. you dont need an ethical reason to not like something. you can just not like something and leave it at that #echoed voice

[somerandompizzatowersideblog]

panels for an introduction comic for an askblog i'm not gonna make anymore, this is literally the only finished panel here no joke

unfinished panels under the cut

#since i had (most) of the panels ready to lineart why not show what could've been it #i actually really like the first panel. i'm making i my banner #i aslo really like the second panel too. perhaps it's bc those two are the (mostly) only finished panels here lmao #pizza tower #h does pizza tower art #transcriptions of their words are in the alt text thing #mari speaks Like That bc it's voice has an echo to it. idk if my try at showing that was succesful lmao #oc tags: #ino #mari #and thecnically #fake peppino #but their name is #brun

[mcyt-transcribed]

hiya! regarding that Bdubs transcript that Mod Echo just did, the one superchat he read should be "I refuse to believe that Etho knows about dark twt shenanigans. Standing there, menacingly. (copium)" <3

thank you for the correction! will fix that rn

#not transcription #ask the moss grove #mod echo #it did actually sound like he said copium but i wasn't sure what was part of the superchat #because that's. obviously hard to tell with just the audio and i can't check the stream myself because money #so thanks for the hint!

[luminecho]

Did I forget to examine the office when I first started this case? Did I have the option to examine the office? I don’t remember. I’m having anxiety about not examining the office now I ALWAYS examine the office but I was so used to aa5 not letting us examine the office that I wasn’t even thinking. Did I miss it? I’m going to fall apart

#I’ll look it up in the transcript later GDHIHDKE #// #echo's aa liveblog #echo plays spirit of justice #echo screams #aa spoilers

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Echoes of Emptiness

Narrated by the violin.

~Content Warning: starvation, death~

Narrator: Tell me, is there anything in the world that lasts forever?

Choose either "Time" or "Love."

If "time,"

Narrator: Time destroys all things without fear or favor. It undoes all pretensions of permanence.

If "love,"

Narrator: It seems humans never stop looking for love. In this sense, I suppose you could say that love is forever.

--

Narrator: A thousand performances can break the violin strings. The song loses its melody.

Narrator: Sands carve out a tragic poem on stone, lamenting the absence of long dead gods.

Narrator: Beauty is ephemeral. No one can prevent its withering and decline. Even so, the poet sings of everlasting love.

Narrator: That's right. Everlasting love.

Narrator: Nolan had composed hundreds of songs to share. He imagined playing them to her as she fell asleep.

Narrator: But Lilith was not just his queen, but the Queen of Ninir.

Narrator: But she was so busy. Everyone in Ninir needed her, they needed her sweet smile, her kind words, the love she could give them.

Narrator: Nolan roamed the palace every day, hoping to bump into her, but every day he was disappointed.

Narrator: I had stayed in the palace for a long time. I knew Lilith well.

Narrator: Young love is pure and beautiful, but it is not enough. It's never enough.

Narrator: Lilith required the love of many people, and she would stop for no one.

Narrator: He went for weeks and months without seeing her face or hearing her voice.

Narrator: Slowly, the inspiration in his heart died, and his music lost its vibrancy.

Narrator: He waited in the palace for Lilith to come and listen to his songs.

Narrator: He watched countless stars fall, hundreds of moonrises, flowers bloom and wither.

Narrator: But never once did he consider giving up or leaving.

Nolan: I will, Your Majesty. I will play for you forever.

Nolan: I will love you forever.

Narrator: He answered the same question over and over in the empty palace.

Lilith: Would you play for me? Forever...

Narrator: I knew he was lost in the memory of their first meeting, and no one would ever answer him.

Narrator: The player still stood where he always had, but his audience was nowhere to be seen.

Narrator: The sounds of nature that used to inspire him now torment his spirit.

Narrator: He wandered the palace muttering to himself and playing the same songs over and over.

Choose either "Don't keep him waiting" or "He didn't break his word."

If "waiting," ...

Narrator: Indeed, others in the palace urged him not to wait for her summons.

Narrator: He should take the initiative and play where she could hear him.

If "word," ...

Narrator: Yes, the naive young man decided to fulfill his promise, and rather than waiting for her to summon him, he went looking for her.

--

Narrator: He took up a position beneath the window to her bedchamber.

Narrator: And he started serenading her night and day, regardless of whether she was in the palace or not.

Narrator: But apart from himself, his only audience were the roses and moonbeams in the Queen's private garden.

Narrator: Human "love" is a strange thing. It can give them tremendous power, but it can also eat away at them, piece by piece.

Narrator: Tormented by his thoughts, the young man's health steadily deteriorated.

Narrator: Just like a violin without a player, he started to fall apart.

Narrator: His fingers were as nimble as ever, but he was like a machine now.

Narrator: He forewent food and drink, experiencing no emotion, just playing the Eternal Melody for the Queen over and over.

Narrator: Things continued in this way for a very long time. Finally, one night, the Queen appeared.

Narrator: As on their first meeting, she took off her hat, smiled at him sweetly, and held out her hand.

Narrator: Something flashed briefly in the young man's eyes. He reached out a hand, wanting to touch the moonbeam drawn so close.

Narrator: The moment his fingers touched her, they went limp. Moonlight lingered on his fingertips, cold and silent.

Narrator: His hands, which made such beautiful music, lost their strength forever more.

Narrator: I fell to the floor. The sound I made was worse than the screech of a string snapping.

Narrator: The young man, who had devoted his life to playing for the Queen, gave his last breath for her.

Narrator: And that thing that flashed in the Queen's eyes, was it tears, or was it starlight?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

#lilith #shining nikki #transcript #ur designer #echoes of emptiness #chapter 4 #death #trigger warning #content warning #starvation #love #music #memory #obsession

[candiliam328]

frustratedly practicing off of fake sheets means randomly yelling out "GOOD ENOUGH !! THAT SOUNDS GOOD ENOUGH I GUESS !!"

#i love playing the church music for the filipino community but the lack of sheet music is truly the death of me every time #shoutout to my one crappy transcription of the singular echo-y youtube video of the song we'll be sing lmao #pls be happy you've never actually seen me trying to learn a piece lmao #my ramblings

[phantoids]

researching stuff and man. cdream not showing up for so many events like the fuck do you mean he wasn't there for most of the election arc apparently

#void echos #can't say what for but damn. #if there's more instances do tell i'm looking at transcripts for obvious reasons

[fernsnailz]

it's time... for the TEAM DARK FEST! 💥💥💥💥

me and @serpentineshine are hosting a little tournament to finally determine who the best Team Dark member is! this week there's gonna be goofs, bits, and even a special prize for the winner 👀

however, the most important prize of all is what awaits at the end of the festival! ...but that's a secret right now.

💥 cast your vote below! 💥

(oh also if anyone makes any propaganda for their fav character. tag me i wanna see)

video transcript below the cut! ⬇️

A blue announcement screen with scrolling text reads “SPECIAL FENSNAILZ ANNOUNCEMENT.” There’s a looping animation of Squeak the cat in the middle. It disappears, cutting to a shot of a studio space.

In the studio, SNAIL, SHINE, SQUEAK, and a VASH PLUSH all sit at a desk with a large CRT TV on it. Squeak and Vash are on top of the TV, and shelves with various items line the walls. Everyone seems to be unaware that the camera is rolling - Snail is reading the script, Shine is drinking from a mug, and Squeak is licking her butthole. Vash remains motionless.

Snail notices the camera zooming in, and throws away the script in a moment of panic. Shine and Squeak sit up to face the camera as well.

SNAIL: Coming at you pre-recorded, it’s Snail, Shine, and The Beasts!

SHINE: We’re here today to announce a special tournament we’re hosting: the TEAM DARK FEST!

SQUEAK: Eep!

VASH: weemp womp :]

SNAIL: You know ‘em, you love ‘em-

SHINE: Or hate them.

SNAIL: It’s all about TEAM DARK this week! Fellas, turn on that TV!

The camera cuts to a close-up of the TV as the screen flips on. Three shitty photos of each Team Dark member appear on the TV under the question “Who is the best member of Team Dark?” Every Team Dark member’s name is misspelled underneath the photos.

SHINE: Time for the ULTIMATE question: Who is the best Team Dark member?

SNAIL: Oof. We’re turning them against each other, huh? That’s dramatic.

SQUEAK: Meep! (HOLY SHIT)

The camera zooms out to a wide view of the studio, but zooms out much further than needed for a split second. For some reason, this is all being filmed on a green screen set, and the shelves behind the cast seem to be edited in. Not only that, but this studio is either widely over-staffed or widely under-staffed, because the boom mic is held by seven Chao stacked on top of each other. The camera zooms into a closeup of Snail before much of this information can be processed.

SNAIL: Well, it’s obviously Shadow. I told him if he won, I would get him ice cream after soccer practice!

The camera pans over to Shine.

SHINE: No way, vote for Rouge! She can carry like. Nineteen mountain lions. Give or take

The camera pans over to Squeak and Vash. Squeak points at a crude drawing of Omega that seems to say “VOTE OMEGA.” It is upside down. Vash holds a cute little sign that says “I <3 OMEGA” that he likely made himself.

SQUEAK + VASH: ?????????????? (we didn’t hire anyone to translate this part.)

Back in a wide shot, Snail and Shine stare blankly at Squeak and Vash. Squeak licks her butthole again. Vash is now Real. Someone off-screen sneezes very convincingly.

SHINE: This poll will run for ONE WEEK before we announce the winner! So little time…

SNAIL: Everyone make your vote count! The winner of this festival will have a special page in my… 

An image of a porcelain snail appears over a white background as an echo-y human voice says “SECRET UPCOMING PROJECT.”

VASH: bweep bwaa :] (Yay! Prizes!)

SHINE: The final verdict will be decided by Twitter AND Tumblr, so commit as much voter fraud as you please!

Squeak bites Vash and he screams. They both fall off the TV and make a surprising amount of noise. Snail and Shine stare in shock.

SNAIL: See you in seven days! And hey, if you want to participate… tag me in any propaganda you make to fight for your favorite Team Dark member!

Squeak and Vash explode.

#IT'S VOTER FRAUD WEEK FOLKS!!!!!!! #watch our silly video we had a stupid amount of fun making it #also i'm gonna be using the tag teamdarkfest to organize all this stuff #for some reason the darkfest tag is full of mountain bikers and like one person posting captain america x iron man art 🤷‍♀️ #teamdarkfest #team dark

[royalarchivist]

Missa: I'm getting scared for real, by the way.

Bad: Why are you scared, Missa?

Missa: Oh, nothing, it's just that–

Bad: You don't have anything to be afraid of. We're friends. ...Aren't we?

This entire horror movie bit Missa and Bad did today was incredible. Es cine 🚬

[ Transcript ↓ ]

—

Missa: Where are the raccoons, man?

Bad: What raccoon?

Missa: Badboyhalo, what did you do? What did you do? Badboy-

Bad: Nothing, Missa.

Missa: I'm getting scared for real, by the way.

Bad: Why are you scared, Missa?

Missa: Oh, nothing, it's just that– [Mumbles]

Bad: You don't have anything to be afraid of. We're friends. ...Aren't we?

Missa: Of course we're friends, of course we are.

Bad: That was a nice picture you had. You're not gonna... you're not gonna show that picture to anyone, right?

Missa: [Throws the picture] Umm-

[Lightning strikes the photo, destroying it instantly]

Bad: ...Hmm. Huh! That problem's taken care of.

Missa: You're not the real Badboyhalo.

Bad: We're friends, right Missa?

Missa: I don't know. I don't know. Are we?

Bad: Of course we are. Friends look out for each other, right?

Missa: What did you do to those rabbits?

[A sound like a ringing phone suddenly echoes nearby]

Missa: Oh, look– it's time to go! That's my alarm to– I gotta go, Badboyhalo! I- I- that's my alarm for "Get the fck out of here" so it's alright, I've gotta- I gotta be like, on time for my– [SCREAMS]

#Missasinfonia #Missa #Badboyhalo #Bad #QSMP #April 15 2024 #BBH #That was genuinely very fun

[echotunes]

Phil gives Pac a present <3

[transcript:

Phil: Here, here's— here's a present, king. [gives him a photo of Fit] Pac: Oh. Ooh! Wow! [does Into Pieces emote] Hooh, nice gift, huh? (laughs) Phli: (cackles) Pac: Man! I— (deep voice) I sall— I shall see my man! Open this door, guards, I— (normal voice) I need to see the— I need to see Fit! Thank you— Woohoo! Fit MC! Wait for me—

end transcript.]

#mcyt #qsmp #video #pactw #fitpac #got distracted from posting this by the appearance of felps hwlekfjsfs #echo transcripts

[future-crab]

*through tears* I like it when they say “tough.” I just think it’s neat.

[ID: two screenshots from the unofficial Magnus Archives transcripts. The first reads,

“Martin (echoing) His only wish was to die alone. Archivist Tough. Now - listen to me, Martin. Listen.”

and the second reads,

“Archivist Martin, please! I can't lose you. Not like this… Martin Tough! Okay? Where you go, I go!”

End ID.]

#tma #tma spoilers #mag 159 #mag 200 #the magnus archives #mag pod #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

The Sonic Fankid Showdown: Round 1!

These are the match ups for the first round of the tournament! The polls will go up this Wednesday, April 24th and will be active until May 1st for you all to vote for your favorite fankids!

Image transcript under the cut.

Blair Acorn Rose (@icednebula) v/s Comet the Hedgehog (@sonicanon)

Gina (@meetje-rotyourbrainhere) v/s Cipher (@altairsarts)

Comet the Hedgehog (@sonic-polis) v/s Sunny the Chao (@wereh0gz)

Wafer the Chao (@pokeypoqi) v/s Leonid the Cyborg Hedgehog (@deimostes)

Sakura (@estellardreams) v/s Leo the Hedgehog (@aexonn)

Nova Rose (@spicychimera) v/s Blur the Hedgehog (@muffin-gods)

Spike the Hedgehog (@valerytheweirdo) v/s Spark the Sable (@sci-twi)

Flicker Prower (@burning-stars98) v/s Scrap the Hedgehog (@the-gay-ghost-king)

Fletcher the Fox (@susahnasomething) v/s Amelia Solaral (@lethalbreadkills)

Violet the Hedgehog (@t4tsurge) v/s Horizon the Jackal (@scorpiolight-madd)

Mordred (@mephiles-the-jester) v/s Lapis (@time-of-your-life-au)

Stellar the Hedgehog (@emthimofnight) v/s Rapidfire-Harley Davidson (@confused-bagel)

Nymph the Cat (@einelitas) v/s Sasha the Hedgehog (@sapphanimates)

Star (@sonicgetsrawed) v/s Punchline (@iihavenomouth)

Pegasus (@transzsonix) v/s Chroma Prower (@m3tr0n0m333)

Saydee (@kuroshirae) v/s Echo (@a-crow-with-a-pen)

Neso the Hedgehog (@foolnamedjoey) v/s Aryan (@totaleclipse573)

Dill Picke (@sonilver-yuri) v/s Smith (@koreyeet)

Winter the Lemur (@sonicrewrittenau) v/s Alice (@invisableartist)

Whistle the Wolf (@khalewren) v/s Calamity (@alex-chullin)

Splotch the Hedgehog (@thefakehedgehogaroundhere) v/s Tom the Hedgehog (@ShadowAndSonic96)

Twitch the Child (@colorfulplasma) v/s Mav the Hedgehog (@val-va2)

Vallerie the Hedgehog (@so-called-egg) v/s Aurora (@adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog)

Ebony (@idrptr3) v/s Castor Niclaw (@spiritofrainbursts

Emmie the Hedgehog (@head---ache) v/s Silhouette Rose (@galacticghoste)

Tulip (@silvers-starrway) v/s Sunshine the Hedgehog (@yellowvixen)

Pacífica the Cat (@saku0115) v/s Midnight the Android (@kristhesheep)

Aster (@afuntimepartyy) v/s Beau D'Coolette (@mischeva)

Blitz (@jestopolis) v/s Juice the Hedgehog (@sonlc)

Jade the Hybrid (@carnation-damnation) v/s Autumn (@artist-fan146)

Kaiko (@somemismatchedsocks) v/s Gigi (@w0lp3rtinger)

Ember Robotnik (@the-sky-queen) v/s Sprout "Sept" the Jackal (@snowpearart)

See you on wednesday, everyone! And good luck!

#sonic fanchild #sonic fankid #sonic oc #sonic fankid showdown #also!!! sorry there were some people it wouldnt let me tag properly #please let me know if i misspelled your url or something so i can fix it

[hussyknee]

Jesus is Under the Rubble

“This Advent, while global Christians prepare to commemorate the arrival of the Prince of Peace, our Palestinian kin in Gaza suffer unthinkable violence. Their cries of deliverance, echoing those of two millennia ago, seem to be falling unheard on the United States.”

— by Kelly Latimore icons. All proceeds from sales of this digital image will go toward Red Letter Christians trusted partners in Gaza.

Transcript: Christ in the Rubble A Liturgy of Lament Rev. Dr. Munther Isaac Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church Bethlehem Saturday, December 23rd, 2023 We are angry…

We are broken…

This should have been a time of joy; instead, we are mourning. We are fearful.

Twenty thousand killed. Thousands under the rubble still. Close to 9,000 children killed in the most brutal ways. Day after day after day. 1.9 million displaced! Hundreds of thousands of homes were destroyed. Gaza as we know it no longer exists. This is an annihilation. A genocide.

The world is watching; Churches are watching. Gazans are sending live images of their own execution. Maybe the world cares? But it goes on.

We are asking, could this be our fate in Bethlehem? In Ramallah? In Jenin? Is this our destiny too?

We are tormented by the silence of the world. Leaders of the so-called “free” lined up one after the other to give the green light for this genocide against a captive population. They gave the cover. Not only did they make sure to pay the bill in advance, they veiled the truth and context, providing political cover. And, yet another layer has been added: the theological cover with the Western Church stepping into the spotlight.

The South African Church taught us the concept of “The state theology,” defined as “the theological justification of the status quo with its racism, capitalism and totalitarianism.” It does so by misusing theological concepts and biblical texts for its own political purposes.

Here in Palestine, the Bible is weaponized against our very own sacred text. In our terminology in Palestine, we speak of the Empire. Here we confront the theology of the Empire. A disguise for superiority, supremacy, “chosenness,” and entitlement. It is sometimes given a nice cover using words like mission and evangelism, fulfillment of prophecy, and spreading freedom and liberty. The theology of the Empire becomes a powerful tool to mask oppression under the cloak of divine sanction. It divides people into “us” and “them.” It dehumanizes and demonizes. It speaks of land without people even when they know the land has people – and not just any people. It calls for emptying Gaza, just like it called the ethnic cleansing in 1948 “a divine miracle.” It calls for us Palestinians to go to Egypt, maybe Jordan, or why not just the sea?

“Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?” they said of us. This is the theology of Empire.

This war has confirmed to us that the world does not see us as equal. Maybe it is the color of our skin. Maybe it is because we are on the wrong side of the political equation. Even our kinship in Christ did not shield us. As they said, if it takes killing 100 Palestinians to get a single “Hamas militant” then so be it! We are not humans in their eyes. (But in God’s eyes… no one can tell us we are not!)

The hypocrisy and racism of the Western world is transparent and appalling! They always take the words of Palestinians with suspicion and qualification. No, we are not treated equally. Yet, the other side, despite a clear track record of misinformation, is almost always deemed infallible!

To our European friends. I never ever want to hear you lecture us on human rights or international law again. We are not white— it does not apply to us according to your own logic.

In this war, the many Christians in the Western world made sure the Empire has the theology needed. It is self-defense, we were told! (And I ask: how?)

In the shadow of the Empire, they turned the colonizer into the victim, and the colonized into the aggressor. Have we forgotten that the state was built on the ruins of the towns and villages of those very same Gazans?

We are outraged by the complicity of the church. Let it be clear: Silence is complicity, and empty calls for peace without a ceasefire and end to occupation, and the shallow words of empathy without direct action— are all under the banner of complicity. So here is my message: Gaza today has become the moral compass of the world. Gaza was hell on earth before October 7th.

If you are not appalled by what is happening; if you are not shaken to your core— there is something wrong with your humanity. If we, as Christians, are not outraged by this genocide, by the weaponizing of the Bible to justify it, there is something wrong with our Christian witness, and compromising the credibility of the Gospel!

If you fail to call this a genocide. It is on you. It is a sin and a darkness you willingly embrace.

Some have not even called for a ceasefire.

I feel sorry for you. We will be okay. Despite the immense blow we have endured, we will recover. We will rise and stand up again from the midst of destruction, as we have always done as Palestinians, although this is by far the biggest blow we have received in a long time.

But again, for those who are complicit, I feel sorry for you. Will you ever recover from this?

Your charity, your words of shock AFTER the genocide, won’t make a difference. Words of regret will not suffice for you. We will not accept your apology after the genocide. What has been done, has been done. I want you to look at the mirror… and ask: where was I?

To our friends who are here with us: You have left your families and churches to be with us. You embody the term accompaniment— a costly solidarity. “We were in prison and you visited us.” What a stark difference from the silence and complicity of others. Your presence here is the meaning of solidarity. Your visit has already left an impression that will never be taken from us. Through you, God has spoken to us that “we are not forsaken.” As Father Rami of the Catholic Church said this morning, you have come to Bethlehem, and like the Magi, you brought gifts with, but gifts that are more precious than gold, frankincense, and myrrh. You brought the gift of love and solidarity.

We needed this. For this season, maybe more than anything, we were troubled by the silence of God. In these last two months, the Psalms of lament have become a precious companion. We cried out: My God, My God, why have you forsaken Gaza? Why do you hide your face from Gaza?

In our pain, anguish, and lament, we have searched for God, and found him under the rubble in Gaza. Jesus became the victim of the very same violence of the Empire. He was tortured. Crucified. He bled out as others watched. He was killed and cried out in pain— My God, where are you?

In Gaza today, God is under the rubble.

And in this Christmas season, as we search for Jesus, he is to be found not on the side of Rome, but our side of the wall. In a cave, with a simple family. Vulnerable. Barely, and miraculously surviving a massacre. Among a refugee family. This is where Jesus is found.

If Jesus were to be born today, he would be born under the rubble in Gaza. When we glorify pride and richness, Jesus is under the rubble.

When we rely on power, might, and weapons, Jesus is under the rubble.

When we justify, rationalize, and theologize the bombing of children, Jesus is under the rubble.

Jesus is under the rubble. This is his manger. He is at home with the marginalized, the suffering, the oppressed, and displaced. This is his manger.

I have been looking, contemplating on this iconic image….God with us, precisely in this way. THIS is the incarnation. Messy. Bloody. Poverty.

This child is our hope and inspiration. We look and see him in every child killed and pulled from under the rubble. While the world continues to reject the children of Gaza, Jesus says: “just as you did it to one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it to me.” “You did to ME.” Jesus not only calls them his own, he is them!

We look at the holy family and see them in every family displaced and wandering, now homeless in despair. While the world discusses the fate of the people of Gaza as if they are unwanted boxes in a garage, God in the Christmas narrative shares in their fate; He walks with them and calls them his own.

This manger is about resilience— صمود. The resilience of Jesus is in his meekness; weakness, and vulnerability. The majesty of the incarnation lies in its solidarity with the marginalized. Resilience because this very same child, rose up from the midst of pain, destruction, darkness and death to challenge empires; to speak truth to power and deliver an everlasting victory over death and darkness.

This is Christmas today in Palestine and this is the Christmas message. It is not about Santa, trees, gifts, lights… etc. My goodness how we twisted the meaning of Christmas. How we have commercialized Christmas. I was in the USA last month, the first Monday after Thanksgiving, and I was amazed by the amount of Christmas decorations and lights, all the and commercial goods. I couldn’t help but think: They send us bombs, while celebrating Christmas in their land. They sing about the prince of peace in their land, while playing the drum of war in our land.

Christmas in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, is this manger. This is our message to the world today. It is a Gospel message, a true and authentic Christmas message, about the God who did not stay silent, but said his word, and his Word is Jesus. Born among the occupied and marginalized. He is in solidarity with us in our pain and brokenness.

This manger is our message to the world today – and it is simply this: this genocide must stop NOW. Let us repeat to the world: STOP this Genocide NOW.

This is our call. This is our plea. This is our prayer. Hear oh God. Amen.

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I found these on Twitter a while ago. Original creator unknown.

I can't stop you ascribing hateful, paranoid meanings to these images, but they're not about blaming religions. Jesus was a Jew born to a community of Jews in Palestine, the cradle of the Abrahamic faiths. He was raised and loved by them, betrayed by their rulers* and killed by Romans. He's a Prophet of Islam. End of.

*Y'know, like how the people of the Arab and Muslim nations love Palestine and crying to help them, except their leaders are greedy and rotted to the core. The ruling class will always only serve the empire.

Edit: alt text provided by @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters

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[rhiaarrow]

Todays 5am rambling;

There is a difference between 'qBad' and 'Tio Bad' because Tio Bad instincts are just absolutely INGRAINED in ccBads brain and is just entirely separate from his actual qCharacter

Honestly. Half of the stuff he does he does out of instinct, not rp at this point.

And I'm 5am rambling about this just because it's become really really obvious to me these past couple days because Bad will be in rp with the eggs where he's not supposed to recognize them or know them but then he'll do or say little things that just doesn't quite fit with that and it's just so adorable because it's so obvious that he's just so used to hanging with the egg actors that some things are just natural at this point.

The most obvious is the iconic gasp whenever there's an egg downed message, of course.

(I still remain surprised that he managed to act completely nonchalant when Richas got knocked the other day, +1000 rp points there Brad)

That is a bodily response at this point, there is no character rp in that gasp of anxiety.

But there are just little things that slip through even when he is in full rp mode.

When Tallulah first saw him again he acted as qBad would but when Tallulah started to get genuinely upset Bad's voice changed to the voice he uses when talking through hard topics with eggs and he reassured her in a way that he didn't take the time to do with any of the other eggs and honestly it must've broken ccBad to not be able to comfort an egg that he's been a source of comfort for for almost a year.

Or when he went to ask Leo if she wanted to go mining. He'd previously been loud and confused with Leo and Foolish but when he went to speak to Leo alone he crouched in front of her and spoke clearly as he asked her and waited for her response, copying her when she jumped or crouched excitedly.

He learnt early on (back when the translations were still buggy as all hell) that sometimes when babysitting Leo in particular he had to make sure to speak clearly so that nothing got lost in translation because if you watch early vods there are times where Leo just does not understand what Bad is saying (and if you look at the transcription box it's often pretty damn easy to understand why she's confused because some of the stuff the early transcripts pick up are frankly hilariously far off from what was said).

Overtime he adapted, speaking clearer and reducing his use of complex vernacular or occasionally repeating phrases but changing them slightly to make the translations as understandable as possible and he still does that whenever he's talking directly with Leo, and now Pepito too.

The one that hurt and was the point that made me start writing this whole rambling was the way that Bad IMMEDIATELY snapped back into Tio mode as soon as he saw Pepito at spawn (even if from a pure rp standpoint it made not a lot of sense).

He was crouching in front of him, back to calling him little one, referring to all the eggs as 'kids' again, reassuring Pepito that he'd go pick up his dad and bring him to Pepito but only if he could make sure that Pepito was safe at his house first, trying to immediately get him out of the open and to set a pearl, telling him it wasn't his fault and that he doesn't need to apologise, that it's okay to be sad about his death but they need to get him somewhere safe first.

It broke me because this was just an exact echo of how he's had to act with every other egg after their deaths when he discusses the deep topics with them. He is too used to comforting eggs about these sorts of things and hearing him give the same reassurances killed me because Pepito is just a baby, he shouldn't have to have Tio Bad give him the after-death talk already.

(I feel like I keep giving Ted Talks atp with the length of my posts but ahhhhhhh neurospicy brainrot is just all consuming sometimes y'know? 🙃)

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[luminecho]

Oof wrong thing to say

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