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unbidden-yidden · 7 months

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You know when this all started coming to light, I fully expected that leftists would try to downplay the horrific violence by acknowledging that it was "bad and our hearts go out to the victims and their families, but......" or by making a sharp distinction between civilians and soldiers (or even like, minors and adults), but the thing that's fucked me up is that nope! We sailed right past any attempt to even pretend at human decency and cut straight to "they deserved it."

Even the kids?? Yep, even the kids.

Like Jesus H. Christ y'all.

I'm used to people feeling like they need to at least gesture vaguely in the direction of giving a shit about Jewish lives and not justifying actual terror tactics and war crimes on civilians (you'd think for consistency's sake they might care about looking like they care for the credibility but..) even if we both know they really don't actually care about antisemitism in a meaningful way. We both know that they won't be there when it actually counts, and they sure as fuck aren't going to interrogate their own personal or group's antisemitism. But usually there's a fig leaf. There's at least a baseline assumption that they should care about antisemitism and Jewish people staying alive, even if they don't actually, so they'll say the minimum amount of correct sounding words and then quickly skedaddle onto whatever it is they actually care about.

And like, is that good? No, it's not. It's not good enough. I'm sick and fucking tired of people doing juuuuuust enough to pretend to care without ever addressing the real underlying issues.

But this? This totally floored me. This drops that baseline assumption that antisemitism and murdered Jews is a bad thing entirely and blatantly sides with literal actual terrorists committing unspeakable horrors while holding it up as "liberation."

And what's worse? Most of those were the further out fringe types (although there were a horrifying amount more than I expected) right? Most everyone else wasn't spouting off about how happy they were that vive la révolucion, right? You know what was really deafening?

The silence from everyone else.

Literally everyone except for maybe one or two gentiles I remember seeing kept their mouths shut. Everyone else? Not a goddamn word about how fucked up it was that people were crowing over our people's fresh corpses. The bodies hadn't even cooled yet and we had jackasses on here publicly celebrating with memes and gore videos, and not a word from 99.9% of you.

The people who did speak up? You have no idea how much it means, and I'm grateful. Truly.

Everyone else who was too gutless, spineless, or oblivious to realize how critical a moment this was for support and/or was more interested in protecting your image or whatever?

Let's just say: duly noted.

I may continue to work alongside you (what choice do I have?) but the trust is gone.

We're clearly on our own, with rare exception.

(This is a vent post I will not be adding any caveats to it and I will be blocking anyone who tries to be an asshole. I will lock reblogs if there's any discourse. Our lives are not up for debate you sick fucks.)

#gearing up for the ''k*ke kys'' asks in my inbox #but like #I already got some wild shit when posting my actual measured and serious posts instead of just venting #so idgaf #do your worst so I can report it and be done lmao

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goblinmin · 7 years

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t*ip toes through your tulips* namkook

Kiss Meme Drabbles : Namkook : 35. Death Kiss

note: i didn’t sign up for writing angst, so don’t worry about that, this is as soft as anything. namjoon’s a brat. jungkook is tired, but he’s trying his best.

‘This might be your last chance,’ Namjoon is saying –croaking, really, which is all he’s been able to do for the past week now. He’ssitting on the couch in a nest of blankets, one even draped over his head likea woolly veil for extra measure, refusing to part with that infernal cocoon ofhis no matter how high his fever creeps. He’s pouting as he watches Jungkookpack up his books, eyes in full red-rimmed, sickly puppy-dog mode, and if Jungkookwas a lesser man (read: if his phone’s camera wasn’t broken) he’d take a photoof the sight to save as blackmail, maybe go old school and keep tiny a copy inhis wallet.

‘I don’t think it will be, hyung,’ he sighs, shutting downhis laptop to pack that up, too.

‘Jungkook-ah, these could be my final hours,’ Namjoon says,tugging the blanket off his head down around his shoulders instead, leaving himwith a messy, soft brown bird’s nest atop his head. Tufts of hair stick out atthe oddest angles, making him look slightly wild, kind of precious.

Jungkook ducks his head to zip up his bag, doing his bestnot to laugh. ‘D’you want anything while I’m out?’ he asks him. ‘Morepopsicles?’

‘Aren’t you listening?’ Namjoon demands. He’s been crankyall day, very cranky – all week, actually. His head hurts too much to read orwatch TV, his throat hurts too much to comfort eat, the painkillers make himgroggy and the antibiotics make him queasy. He’s been impossible to please andso hard to comfort and very, verywhiny. It’s ranged from adorable to downright annoying, but Jungkook’s feelingsoft right now, post-afternoon-nap with the furnace his boyfriend has become.

‘I’m listening, hyung,’ he says placatingly, getting to hisfeet and hoisting his bag up onto the coffee table. It lands there with anearth-shaking sort of thud and Jungkook groans, thinking he has some idea howAtlas felt when he first faced down the planet he was doomed to carry. ‘I’mvery sympathetic.’

‘No, you’re not.’ Namjoon slumps heavily sideways onto thepillows in a flurry of blanket. His next words come very muffled: ‘I’m fadingfast and you don’t even care.’

Jungkook snorts softly, rounding the coffee table again tosit on the edge closest Namjoon. ‘Fading fast?’ he echoes, dubious, lifting acorner of the top blanket to find his face.

Namjoon’s brow creases, eyes slitting weakly open. ‘Thefastest,’ he confirms.

He’s still flushed dark in his cheeks from the fever, pastyunderneath that, but his forehead isn’t so fiery now when Jungkook pushes hishair out of the way to check with his hand. ‘You feel a lil’ cooler, I think,’he murmurs.

‘That’s the blood pooling in my torso in preparation fordeath,’ Namjoon grumbles.

Jungkook frowns at him, continuing to comb his tangled hairgently back, out of his eyes. ‘Hyung, that doesn’t even sound like a realthing.’

‘I swear it’s a symptom of something,’ he mutters, thoughhis heart isn’t much in it, eyes slipping shut again. It’s a bad thing when KimNamjoon can’t even call to mind his morbid science facts.

‘Right,’ Jungkook murmurs, smirking at him. ‘So, popsicles?’

‘That’s a definite no on the final kiss, then?’ Namjoonasks, and Jungkook snorts quietly, rolling his eyes. He’s been requestingkisses all morning, but every time Jungkook breaks and moves to indulge him,Namjoon decides it’s an awful idea, pushes Jungkook’s face away, curses himselffor being such a selfish human.

Around and around and around.

All morning.

Honestly, he’s lucky he’s cute, Jungkook thinks, or he’dhave moved back to Yoongi’s place days ago.

‘You really want me to get sick, too?’ he asks him, with aknowing look, because they’re both well aware what the answer’s going to be.

Namjoon pouts again, very softly. ‘No,’ he mutters, frowningforlornly at something in the middle distance before his forehead crumplesproper, brows pulling together pitifully. ‘But it’s been days,’ he whines, and he just looks and sounds so damn patheticwith his glassy eyes and his hoarse voice cracking that Jungkook can’t helphimself.

‘I know, hyung,’ he sighs, moving over onto the couch tosettle down next to him again. Namjoon wastes no time curling an arm around hiswaist, shifting up to use his upper arm as a pillow. Jungkook can’t imagine it’sall that comfortable, but Namjoon seems content, even more so when Jungkook turnsto kiss his forehead. ‘You’ve been very brave.’

‘I have,’ Namjoongrumbles, still sounding pouty.

It’s at times like this Jungkook’s reminded how hot he oncethought it’d be to date an older guy – a TA, no less, the brainy-looking post-gradwith all the nice shirts and big glasses, very sophisticated looking dude.Jungkook imagined him poring over thick books in dead languages by day, spendinghis nights holed away in some secret observatory, discovering new planets andshit. He never would’ve expected this, the brainy-looking post-grad with hismany long limbs draped all over Jungkook in faded Ryan pyjamas, fourconsecutive days’ worth of bed hair atop his head, and smelling strongly ofcitron tea. He’s nuzzling into his chest now, too, making these sorry littlesnuffling noises.

Hot.

Sophisticated.

Laughing quietly to himself, Jungkook rubs his back a coupletimes, tightening his grip to pull him in a little closer. ‘The bravest hyung,’he murmurs into his hair, pressing a kiss there.

Namjoon hums contentedly, slipping a hand under Jungkook’sshirt to rest over his stomach. ‘Get me Melona,’ he finally mumbles. ‘And thosecreamy berry ones Jin-hyung brought, but don’t mix them up with the other berryones Tae brought because they were the fucking worst. It was like swallowingacid.’

Jungkook nods to himself as he rattles off the order: ‘Melona,creamy berries, no acid popsicles, got it,’ he says, kissing Namjoon’s crownagain before jostling him a little. ‘You know you gotta get off me before I canleave, right, hyung?’

Namjoon chuckles, a low, flat sound, though Jungkooksupposes it’d be meant to come across as evil if he had the heart for the fulltheatrics. ‘You’re the one who sat back down, Jeon, accept your fate,’ he says,bringing his head up again to rest on the pillow by Jungkook.

‘You looked so pitiful, what was I meant to do?’ Jungkookasks him.

Even with his eyes shut, he managed to glower. ‘I don’t wantyour pity.’

Jungkook grins at him. ‘Yes, you do.’

‘I do,’ Namjoon admits, finally cracking a smile. It’s asmall thing, almost microscopic, but still, it’s the first decent one Jungkook’sseen in a while.

‘I like that,’ he murmurs.

Namjoon’s eyes flicker open again. ‘What?’

Jungkook reaches up to poke at where the shadow of his leftdimple appeared just a moment ago. ‘There was a smile, right here.’

‘Impossible,’ Namjoon scoffs. ‘I’m dying, Kook-ah, didn’t you get the memo? We don’t have time forjoy. You haven’t even written my eulogy.’

Jungkook rolls his eyes. ‘The whole block got the memo, hyung, but that was a smile.’ His own grinwidens as he leans in to land a peck on Namjoon’s fiery cheek. ‘A pretty smile,’ he coos, sickly sweet,enough to rot anything within a 12-mile radius.

Namjoon makes a face, seeming utterly disgusted, butJungkook swears the colour in his cheeks deepens even more. ‘Shut up,’ he groans.

‘No, you shut up,’Jungkook shoots back, reaching up to clap a hand over Namjoon’s mouth when heopens it to say something indignant. ‘Hyung, the doc even said you’re not meanttalking so much.’

‘If I can’t kiss you ortalk to you,’ Namjoon grumbles, tugging Jungkook’s hand away from his mouth, ‘then,what’s the point? Just euthanize mealready.’

And he’s doing it again, the sad eyes, big and glassy andpitiful, and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to, heaving a heavysigh as he hooks a hand under Namjoon’s chin, tips it up and catches his lips. They’rechapped raw from the fever, in no fit state for kissing, but it’s only a smallthing, light and lingering. Still, Namjoon makes this noise low down in hissore throat, like a soft whimper, and Jungkook swears it takes all he’s got notto groan in reply. He’s missed this.He’s missed all that loving exchange of uncontaminated bodily fluids, too, nomatter how much he’s been teasing Namjoon for all his whining.

‘There,’ he murmurs, rubbing his nose gently against Namjoon’sbefore he pulls away.

Namjoon seems to take a moment for himself, eyes still shut,face caught somewhere between pain and reverence, and Jungkook finds it’s amighty struggle not to kiss him again.

‘You’re gonna die,’ Namjoon finally says, opening his eyesagain to glower wearily. ‘Why’d you do that?’

Jungkook quirks up an eyebrow. ‘Because you asked me to?’

‘I wasn’t serious,’Namjoon says, voice rising and cracking painfully again from the stress ofbeing half a decibel above a whisper. Jungkook rubs a sympathetic thumb gentlyover the front of his throat. ‘You knowI wasn’t serious, Kook-ah.’

With a mischievous grin that Namjoon is to sick and slow todecipher before he strikes, Jungkook gets him again, another gentle kiss righton the corner of his mouth before he pulls away fast. He’s off the couch whenNamjoon starts squawking, lifting a cushion to throw, but Jungkook’s quick towag a pointed finger at him.

‘Ah-ah! No talking,’ he says, biting the inside of his cheekwhen Namjoon’s eyes go even wider with indignation. ‘I’m serious, too. And now you’ve had your death kiss, so I’m gonna get outta here before I’m late.’

Namjoon slumps into the couch again, hugging the pillow tohis chest instead, looking huffy, but Jungkook knows. He seems brighteralready, eyes not quite as flat as they were, that pout to tense, almost as ifhe’s holding it against a smile. He keeps up the act the whole time Jungkook’sgetting his jacket on and hitching the backpack to end all backpacks up ontohis shoulders.

He stops on his way past to drop another kiss on Namjoon’sforehead. ‘Don’t kick it before I get back, okay?’ he murmurs, smiling at theway Namjoon’s lips twitch – he’s the worst at pretending to be mad. ‘Try tosleep more, hyung. Text me if there’s anything else you want.’

Namjoon is dutifully silent, nodding once, curt, but asJungkook’s nearing the door, he feels the heavy thud of a cushion hitting theback of his head. For such a klutz, a cranky Kim Namjoon really does haveincredible aim when it comes to throwing shit at his devoted boyfriend.

it’s like 3am, i just wanted to post this, so i’m rly prayin there were no obvious mistakes or holes, lmao. i hope you liked this~

#namkook #kookiemonster #bts fanfic #.kiss meme #.fic #parks-jimins

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