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Jinx didn't shoot Silco to protect Vi. 

  One thing I keep hearing people say is that Jinx shot Silco in order to protect Vi. But the thing is, she didn't.

  Jinx only shoots at him when she here's the click of the gun and proceeds to fire in his general direction. Jinx is not currently in the right state of mind and her perspective of reality is contorted. When she hears the gun about to fire she shoots back without thinking, not with the intention of saving Vi, but in order to protect herself.

  Evidence that helps to back this up is the fact that afterwards, Jinx doesn't, not even for a split second, check to see if Vi is alright. You'd think that if you're trying to protect someone from getting shot at you would check to see if the bullet hit them or even ask if they're ok. Jinx never does this. Not even after she walks away from Silco's corpse

  She doesn't glance in her direction, asks if she got hit, doesn't even untie her from her chair.

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Oh my god I just had a terrifying thought.

What if, when Luz gets taken to Belos at the Day of Unity, in front of all the witches she tries to convince them that Belos is evil and not who he says he is, but of course is met with speculation. And, in an attempt to turn everyone against her and have more control over everyone, Belos claims that 𝘓𝘜𝘡 is a witch hunter, there to cause mayhem and disorder to the Boiling Isles

Hop Pop: *Is 68 years old*

Sprig: *Is 11 years old*

Polly: *Is even younger than Srig*

Leif: *Was alive over 1,000 years ago*

The fandom: "oBvIoUsLy lEiF iS sPrIg aNd PoLlY's mOtHeR!¡!¡!"

God, as somebody that grew up in a largely jewish community, holocaust denial is like… so fucking weird.

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

…. and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t… fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just… fucking wild.

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