I love how that person who was like "oh ew a Zionist" also has reblogged posts about not being antisemitic and buying into antisemitic conspiracies while ALSO like.
Reblogging posts about how Israel is a uniquely evil "colonial scar" and how Israel is "murdering children" and like. Literally straight up antisemtic shit.
Leveling criticism at Israel that positions it as a unique evil among all other countries and doing literal blood libel (IE, Israel murders Palestiaian babies in a way no other nation kills children) is FUCKING ANTISEMITIC. Israel is JUST A COUNTRY. It is JUST another nation, doing the shitty stuff that other nations do. And if you find yourself railing against Israel EXTRA hard right now, or ever, in ways that you do NOT rail against other shitty countries that do shitty things (and, I can't believe I have to say this, if you find yourself saying that the kidnap, rape, torture, and murder of any civilian ever is justified because "uwu this radical extremist group is freedom fighters"!) then you're a fucking antisemitic, racist bigot.
Like. It blows me away how so many people don't seem to see that Israel, the Jewish state (whether you agree with how it is run or not, whether you agree with how it came to be or not) gets SO MUCH MORE SHIT than other comparable shitty countries... Come on.
Because the alternative is that you DO see it. That you DO agree with all of those things that are STEEPED in age-old antisemitic conspiracy. And you agree.
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Irondad fic ideas #154
CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk
Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.
When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.
It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.
The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.
Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.
He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.
This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.
This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.
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Macy!! Hi!!
Thoughts on YQHBR Ian booping Mickey? <3
DRISH! HI!!!
boy oh boy do i have thoughts. in fact, i even wrote a little something about it 😉 i give you, YQHBR: boop edition
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Mickey stretches, twists his torso and legs like he’s wringing out a sponge. Bleary eyes blink awake, squinting against the sunlight beaming through his window.
He sighs. Good morning.
It’s April 1st. The day of fools. He already feels like a fool, if he’s being honest, every day of his life. But that’s something he can sort through later. Right now he has some catching up to do.
He rolls over in bed and grabs his laptop where it rests on the dresser. He pulls it into his lap, flipping open the screen and waiting for it to light up. When it does, it’s less than a minute before he’s logged into tumblr.
What….what the fuck?
There’s something new on his screen, right at the very top. It isn’t an ad, at least he doesn’t think so. He clicks it, hesitant, and nothing happens.
Hm. Strange.
He decides to consult the one tumblr expert he knows.
fcku-up: what the fuck is this thing on my dash
eternitysgate: good morning to you too, sunshine
It’s been a week and a half since they’d started talking. They were friends now — not IRL, but something close — and talked nearly every day. It was becoming an integral and beloved part of Mickey’s daily routine.
Ian had been on tumblr longer than anyone Mickey knew. Except maybe Cassie. But he wanted to talk to Ian.
eternitysgate: it’s called boop
eternitysgate: i think it’s an april fools thing
eternitysgate: they do something like this almost every year
eternitysgate: one year you could spam people’s pages with digital crabs
fcku-up: crabs?
eternitysgate: yep. little orange crabs
fcku-up: lovely
fcku-up: so what do i do?
eternitysgate: click “opt in”
Mickey does as he’s told. Waits. A few minutes later, he checks his notifications.
eternitysgate, staysmashed, oliviasmiddlepart, and 6 others boop boop boop
He takes a screenshot, crops it, and sends it to Ian.
fcku-up: explain
eternitysgate: lmao
eternitysgate: who else booped you?
Mickey checks. Cassie twice, Victor, Liv, Zoe, and Ian 4 times.
fcku-up: you, mostly
eternitysgate: excellent 😇
eternitysgate: now you boop back
fcku-up: this is silly
eternitysgate: boop me back, bitch 👊🏻
fcku-up: 🙄
eternitysgate: go to my blog, click the little paw. but don’t accidentally unfollow me or i’ll cry for a thousand years
fcku-up: 🖕🏻
Mickey clicks on Ian’s username and opens his blog. There, in the navigation section, is a little orange paw. He clicks it.
You’re about to boop eternitysgate
And then, below it, in a purple oval,
boop
He sighs. Clicks it. A tiny green box shows up at the bottom of the screen, altering him to the fact that his boop had been sent through.
eternitysgate: BOOP BOOP BITCH
fcku-up: you are a child
eternitysgate: I AM A GOD
eternitysgate: you don’t understand mick, i’ve been doing this for an hour and a half and i’ve never felt more alive
fcku-up: happy for you
eternitysgate: oh come on, you know you love it
eternitysgate: now go boop cassie back or she’ll come whining to me about it
fcku-up: FINE 🙄
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It’s been two hours and, much like Ian, Mickey has never felt more alive. He’s been booping almost the entire time, his meter ticking up, up, up. He’s booping friends, mutuals, strangers, people he’s seen in his notifications and people he’s never seen before in his life. Anyone and everyone.
He and Ian are in what the user base has declared a “boop war” — flooding each other with boops, not caring if the other person boops back first. It’s madness and Mickey can’t stop laughing.
There are memes now. Viral posts made mere minutes ago. He’s never seen anything like it, never been a part of anything like it.
eternitysgate: boop me again and i’ll fly to chicago and boop you IRL
fcku-up: is that a threat or a promise?
eternitysgate: both
Mickey bites back a grin.
eternitysgate: do you think they’re gonna keep this around after the day is done?
fcku-up: idk, maybe
fcku-up: part of me hopes they do
eternitysgate: it would be a never-ending war
eternitysgate: wake up every morning, ride into battle
fcku-up: eventually you’d admit defeat
eternitysgate: HA! not likely
It goes on like that for hours. They talk for the entire day. It isn’t all about boops, little tidbits slip in between the cracks – what did you have for lunch? how’s your sister? do you have to work tonight? – but the main focus is this inane game they’re playing, this innate sense of bonding they’re experiencing with each other and everyone else.
Mickey can’t help but feel like he’s a part of something, finally. In this game, and in the grand scheme of things. He has friends. Mutuals. People that want to engage with him. Acknowledge him.
To see and be seen.
The sun set ages ago. Mickey is beneath the covers, laptop on his thighs. He boops Cassie, then Liv. Then goes and super boops Ian, followed by an evil boop. He wishes there was something higher than an evil boop, but alas. He decides to send another.
eternitysgate: stop evil booping me you bastard
fcku-up: never shoulda told me to opt in, bitch
eternitysgate: god i’m gonna miss this
fcku-up: they might keep it
eternitysgate: in case they don’t, i just want to say – it’s been a pleasure booping with you 🫡
Mickey smiles. Rolls his eyes. Can’t help but find Ian, as always, painfully endearing.
fcku-up: you too, nerd
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