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zeyde.
eyns
My grandfather sat at the foot of my bed
At six years old, my tongue bumbled over my anglicized versions of the Yiddish that he tried to teach me
He was six when he learned his second tongue and I can barely see the first now
I fell asleep to it
tsvey
My grandmother sits in her chair, in her memories and in solidarities
Her entire family died in the holocaust, she said, but they would have been so proud of you
I was eight then, and I turned on the television because why should her memories become mine
The rest was drowned out
dray
My grandfather, the doctor, the American, answered our childish questions with patented Jewish humor
Do you have a middle name? My sister and I (eleven) asked
No, he said, we were too poor
Why didn’t we understand why didn’t we see it
fir
At Passover dusty labeled bottles lined the bending shelves around Seder, filled with silent and ancient prayer
At twelve, I learned that glass was what remained of the Kristallnacht when the family pharmacy was smashed in
How do you pronounce Kristallnacht?
finif
My grandfather had donated his body to science, true to himself even in death
We stood in the living room, sitting Shiva
One of his friends stood up
Bob was a mensch, he said
A mensch is someone who is grumpy, and a curmudgeon, but he’s the best guy you’ll ever know. You can’t quite place it, but he’s one of the best friends you’ll ever have
Mensch, was it
Menshh
zeks
He’s gone and I am fourteen and I have memorized the Hanukkah prayer
I say it with my grandmother for all eight nights
zibn
I am fifteen now and I am moving to America to London and I have to go through hours of footage from silver, dusty labeled tapes
I press play and there is my grandfather, teaching me how to spread cream cheese on a bagel when I was four
I cried and cried and cried because that is all I have of his teaching now
And I see now that after his death was the only time that I appreciated what he was during his life.
akht
I am sixteen and I finally talk to my grandmother about the Holocaust and her family and what I am
We go to the Synagogue, seemingly for the first time
Sitting in the car with her, I ask to put on the Barry Sisters when I had asked to turn it off years before
Can you hear the clarinet in Rhapsody in Blue? That is Klezmer, that is in your blood, that joy is where you come from
nayn
When I am twenty, if my grandmother bubbe is still here
Have I listened to her words and said them like I should and like he deserves?
Will I have taken the time and respect to my own blood to carry the star that pained me?
Will I have learned?
tsen
As my grandfather passed on his language to lifeless air as I fell asleep in front of him
How would I have known that out of all the phrases, his real name, it is reduced to almost nothing
Only the numbers remain
Eynes Tsvey Dray Fir Finif Zeks Zibn Akht Nayn Tsen
How could I have known that
The decade I didn’t speak cost me a tongue
Holy Guac Guys
Y'all, I have found the perfect song for a DBH edit thing (Not gonna lie, I think I mainly applies to Markus imo) but it's Heroes by Zayde Wølf and kfjrjsbfjfjdrkd I actually love this song. It makes me feel so epic and empowered.
two dads being sappy
zavala at the beginning of the game: wheres cayde
zavala after finding cayde: im keeping tabs on cayde because i dont want him to leave again
zavala at the end fight: wheres cayde
⚖ Jilmonina Festerworth
Lyall: She was stuck at my house in the middle of a typhoon and had tried on like four separate occasions to leave. She claimed she wanted to make sure her husband and boys were okay, but, you know, there was a goddamn TYPHOON outside. I think the thought of her having to stay with Rebecca and me was just too much for her to bear, honestly.
Henri-Bernard: I once took the piss out of her husband, and she legit tried to murder me for it. I’m French! It’s in my blood to hate anyone English!
Ehectel: In one thread where she was a Queen, she had kidnapped me and Phaedra. We had the gall to ask what the fuck was up, and she claimed she was above telling us her reasons and tried to put us in prison! If her husband hadn’t offered sex, we’d be strung up like a fucking Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie!
Phaedra: She kept having kids at my house, and then one day she up and left. No goodbye, no note, she didn’t even bring the painting I made for her, of which I slaved over, with her!
Rebecca: She…REFUSED to do anything without…You-Know-Who. Dinner? Not without him. Movie? Not without him. Chat? Not without him. She once blew us all off a girls’ night out because she saw her husband feed the kids, like, you know, what a dad should be doing, and became so ravenously horny that she decided to just stay home and fuck him all night. She had JUST given birth, we hadn’t seen her in weeks, and furthermore, she didn’t let us know until the next morning!
Eliza: I was cradling my son as the realization of my husband abandoning me sunk in. She sat with her husband and talked about how THEIR plans for a family would be absolutely lovely. I gave them a death glare, and then she had left the room, claiming I was making HER uncomfortable!
Seth: I may believe somewhat in traditional gender roles, especially for any relationships I’M in, but after seeing HER, I’m a bra-burning feminist, now.
Alexis: I claim seven counts of murder, here. Clearly she has turned all seven of these people into pillars of salt.
I’m Zayde trash and idk how to draw exos :)))
Redraw of this
Bullshit | Henri-Bernard, Keira & Alan
“So watch this.” Henri-Bernard turned on the TV. It showed Alan Rickman smiling proudly as he signed autographs for adoring Harry Potter fans.
“His eyes are open, yes...” Henri-Bernard glared at the TV as though he were a police chief, watching the security cameras and waiting for his target to finally mess up and prove his guilt. He continued to glare, but then his eyes shot open like shutters on a windy day.
“DID YOU SEE THAT?!” He stood up, pointing at it while nearly frothing at the mouth with rage. “Did you miss it?! Don’t worry!”
He took the remote, then rewound the scene back a few seconds. “If you look carefully, this stupid bastard closes his eyes for just a FRACTION of a second, only to open them back up, again!”
He threw down the remote in frustration, then pointed at Alan’s face. “Make up your goddamned mind! Do you want your eyes open or closed?! Pick one or pick the other!”
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