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Opinion | What happened when an Orthodox Jewish congregation went to a gay bar to mourn Orlando
The Orlando attack fell during Shavuot, a joyous Jewish holiday.

When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.

As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.

We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.

I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.

Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.

We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.

Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.

After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.

As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.

I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.


Fandom: Fear The Walking Dead
Pairing: Troy Otto x OC (Kathryn), Nick x OC (Kathryn)
Words: 1,190
Warning: Emotional feels/trauma, some cursing, character death, etc.
Part: (1/?)
Rating: NSFW- future chapters will include smut because Troy Otto is yummy.

This is just something I threw together, which is probably shown in the writing. Typically I post on FanFiction.Net, this is my first attempt on Tumblr and I’m scared shitless. BUT! There’s hardly anything out there for the delectable Daniel Sharman and his role as Troy Otto, so I thought I’d give it a go! Enjoy!

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RWBY: Carry Their Bodies ch.1

art and permission of use given by skiretehfox aka Todd

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Team RWBY had never truly known defeat but here defeat was all that surrounded them.

Weiss struggled to her feet, her vision obscured by the blood that flowed down her face and her body screaming in protest as she fought to even breathe. She barely put one foot beneath her before her legs gave out, forcing her to her knees where she sat, helpless. She looked around herself to the fallen forms of Yang and Blake, their bodies broken and bloodied. When she heard movement she looked up to find Ruby standing several feet away, her left arm hanging uselessly at her side and her cloak ripped and torn.

Weiss couldn’t hear what the younger girl was saying but she saw another form beyond her small figure, the large form of the enemy who had done this to them. Weiss tried to call out to her leader, her friend, but her voice was dry and cracked. She saw Ruby look over her shoulder at her as their foe raised a clawed hand. Passed a face caked with her own blood Ruby merely smiled and Weiss watched as the final blow was dealt.

If only that was the end of Weiss’ suffering that day.

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Rachel’s red acura being towed to Nashville, TN from Littleton, CO to be used on set for the filming of I’m Not Ashamed.

Little backstory on the car: On the drive to school on the morning of April 20th in this car, Rachel and her brother Craig unknowingly saw each other for the last time. Rachel was in a hurry to get to school on time and rushed Craig into the car. They fought on the way, Craig called her names, but the fight ended when Craig slammed the door on Rachel. That was their last interaction alive.

Also, to repay her parents for the car, Rachel took a job at Subway, not very far from the school. On April 21st, Rachel’s car became one of the many makeshift memorial sites found around the school since it was the last place she ever parked it, a reminder she’ll never drive it home. 


December 25, 1989: Comrades Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu of Romania are sentenced to death by masked “judges” following a fascist-led military coup. The lifelong communist militants, both from poor peasant backgrounds, are murdered by the pro-imperialist Council of National Salvation and buried in an unmarked grave.

Top three photos: When supporters discovered the Ceausescus’ unmarked grave, a makeshift headstone and memorial was erected. The grave became a rallying point for opponents of capitalist restoration.

Bottom photos: In 2010, the government agreed to their children’s request to confirm the identity of the remains and be reburied in a proper grave.

BELGIUM, Brussels : A drawing by French cartoonist Plantu depicting the Brussels and Paris attacks lies between candles and flowers at a makeshift memorial at Place de la Bourse (Beursplein) in Brussels on March 23, 2016.
World leaders united in condemning the carnage in Brussels and vowed to combat terrorism, after Islamic State bombers killed around 35 people in a strike at the symbolic heart of the EU. / AFP / PATRIK STOLLARZ                        

Pearl Harbor was not the only US base attacked by Japan in December 1941. Japanese forces also advanced on Wake Island, a small coral Pacific atoll home to 1,600 American troops and civilian contractors. Japan captured the island by December 23. Most of the POWs were shipped to prison camps in China, but 98 remained.

In 1943, the US struck back. On October 7, after two days of attacks, the Japanese knew they faced defeat, and they decided to execute the prisonersrather than let the US free them. The prisoners were lined up, blindfolded, and hit with machine guns. One of the captives, whose identity remains unknown, managed to escape and hide. In his last moments, he created a makeshift memorial.

He carved the following inscription into a large coral rock near what would become the mass grave for him and his fellow victims: “98 US PW 5-10-43.”

When the runaway was discovered, the Japanese admiral in charge of the island beheaded him personally. But the man was successful in his attempt to ensure that the fate of the 98 wasn’t forgotten. The rock is still there today.

TITLE: Unspoken Apologies, part 3



ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine Loki waiting for you at home with a romantic dinner made, you are a couple of hours late and he starts to become worried, and for good reason, as the phone rings and he is told you have been in an accident.


NOTES/WARNINGS: Sorry, this took awhile. I’ve been SLAMMED with work. Anyway, I present to you… The final chapter! Click to read part one and part two.

The swing of the door opening and closing for the fifth time was finally enough to start Loki up from where he’d fallen asleep outside of your surgery room. Rubbing a hand down his face to get the sleep out of his eyes, he stood up anxiously as the head doctor emerged, closing the door with a final slam. So she’s not in the room anymore… Loki wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad sign. He caught the doctor by the arm, “She… Is she…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. It was too terrible, everything was too terrible… As he waited for the answer the stray thought crossed his head that the dinner was still laying out, and he squeezed his eyes shut in hopeless anticipation.

The doctor gave an exhausted smile and laid a hand on Loki’s shoulder, which under any other circumstance he would have killed the man for, but in this one… “She is stable, for now. She did have significant brain damage, so we’re not sure when she’ll wake up, but besides that…”

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Scenes from the makeshift memorial at Martin Place for the two victims, Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson who lost their lives during the Sydney siege. As well as this, it acts as a shrine to show an expression of love for all hostages, their families and support against racist backlash. The line continued for metres upon metres down blocks and will continue to grow tomorrow. This display of compassion and support is both heart warming and beautiful. I love this country.

BELGIUM, Brussels : A man wrapped in a Belgian flag holds a candle as people gather at a makeshift memorial in front of Brussel’s Stock Exchange on Place de la Bourse (Beursplein) on March 24, 2016, two days after a triple bomb attack, claimed by the Islamic State group, hit Brussels’ airport and the Maelbeek - Maalbeek metro station, killing 31 people and wounding 300 others. / AFP / PHILIPPE HUGUEN