#antishiva

[tirabeesu]

@antishiva is truly one of my fave ocs and it is also elies birthday today i love him so much

[yarokh]

                               tikkun olam    //    @antishiva

                 Dragged was not exactly the right word, but Izuku                   was not really here willingly. Izuku had spent the                  past few weeks trying his best to get out of going                  to services with his mother on friday night. There                  was no point to it in his mind. He almost always                  school work as an excuse to get out of it but he                  was on break this week and she knew he had                   finished all of his break work. 

                            So here was on Friday night, kippah on                             getting fussed over because even though                             the sports festival had been weeks ago                              they had all seen him on tv and had kept                             him in their prayers.

[tzurahh-blog]

❛ i’ve never been the best at letting go. ❜ He shakes his head. ❛ sorry. i'll probably be angry about what happened to me forever. and to us, as a people. ❜ It's almost healing when he adds onto it, with one corner of his mouth uplifted. ❛ i'm sure you understand. ❜ It's rare he's able to say that.

“Don’t apologize.” Judah commands, dipping his head and placing his hands crossed on the table. His eyes are big and inscrutable, his scruffy brows hanging low, his lips burning and wracked into a frown.

“I understand. There is nothing I can say as a learned man to make you feel better. You know this.” Judah says quietly, almost defeated, his be rising in the back of his throat. He fears Hashem unequivocally and his eyes meet the table long and hard. Everyone carried the burden of this tremendous suffering whether they spoke about it or not, and even though Judah was a big talker those words never passed through his lips. He had told g-d he was angry and g-d didn’t respond, and he had told g-d he had forgiven and still, there was an empty sky alone with his faith. He learned something there, that there are things one has to do for oneself.

“We will never see these wounds heal. This is the narrative, is it not, of diaspora?” Judah sighs, starting to pick at the table, obviously uncomfortable, taking a modest bite of challah, “it is our job to never be a bystander, to be righteous and to protect all people now. That is all we can do, and Adonai will see.”

[rapidflux-blog]

@antishiva || starter.

Hands shoved behind his head, music in his ears -- Peter Maximoff tapped his foot to the beat of it, lightly pushing his head back and forth. Time passed so... slowly. Just as he was about to pull out a small handheld game -- tiny pixel device, sped up to his level -- someone passed him.

Inopportune timing, mind you -- not only because he was just about to play  said game, but because right around that corner, he could hear an argument that was probably better not to witness.

“Hey.” He leaned forward, waving his hand, speaking slightly quietly. “Where are you headed?”

Quicksilver didn’t consider himself a hero -- but he could see the sharp teeth and unusual eyes this boy had. Potentially, a mutant -- definitely in danger, if he turned that corner.

“Don’t go that way.”

[tzurahh-blog]

❛ oh, and also? chag Shavuot sameach. hope this one is a good one. ❜

Chag sameach !! 🕍🙌🍑