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[comicwaren]

From Captain America Vol. 14 #007, “Doom’s Shadow: Part 2”

Art by Delio Diaz, Frank Alpizar and Romulo Fajardo Jr.

Written by Chip Zdarsky

[panspy-draws]

YES these are miraculous ocs from a ml fanfiction dont come at me but yes do click for better quality

[eretzyisrael]

Flashback: When Harvey Weinstein Brought an Anti-Israel Film to the UN, by Daniel Greenfield

Harvey Weinstein, a sopping bag of grease and evil, has done many terrible things in his life. Here's one of those things that most people have forgotten about.

In 2011, Weinstein brought Miral, an anti-Israel flick for a special screening at the United Nations General Assembly Hall. (Because the UN just isn't anti-Israel enough.)

Phyllis Chesler wrote up the disgusting spectacle at the time.

Scenes that depict Israeli life (e.g., classic footage from Israel’s declaration of independence and the celebrations that followed, etc.) are in black and white. All of the scenes depicting Palestinian life of any era are in lush and living color. Both Israeli soldiers and Israeli civilians are depicted as despicable, including an Israeli buffoon who drunkenly accosts Miral’s mother in a bar and an Israeli woman who calls her an “Arab whore.” All of the Palestinian characters are warm and physically beautiful.

The American Jewish Congress, hardly a right-wing group, condemned it. In response, Harvey Weinstein rolled out his usual sleazy bag of media smear tricks. The ones that his victims feared.

The right-hand page of the two-page spread is devoted to a reprint of an article titled “Why is the American Jewish Committee Afraid of ‘Miral’? ” from the Jewish Journal. The AJC protested last week’s showing of the film at the United Nations, and the implication is that the film’s opponents are mainly Jews lacking an open mind on the Palestinian issue.

Critics from a variety of ethnicities are far from taken with “Miral,” which is rating a 45 out of 100 at Metacritic — a perilously low score for a serious movie courting an adult audience.

The Jewish Journal article was by Danielle Berrin. Berrin is currently riding the anti-Harvey train, but back then she approvingly quoted his spin.

[arfonia]

🎀 A little about my character Mirel 🎀

Mirel Alfonia

• Birthday: Leo (08/08)

• Age: 1983.

• Height: 2.20 - 160 kg.

• Special feature: Hair about 4 meters long, with a red tint. In human form, the pupil can change from round to vertical and back.

• Fun fact: She was originally born a lion, not a human, meaning she maintains the human form, not the other way around. If she runs out of power, she remains in her true form - a lioness.

Biography:

• Born into a noble family, she is considered a purebred werewolf of the leonine family. Since childhood, she has despised herself and everyone. She killed half her family, including her mother, father, one older brother, and two younger sisters. She didn't have time to reach her other relatives. She tried to kill herself, but due to her high status and good genetics in her youth, she was unable to. She spent the better part of her life killing and terrorizing various races, from humans to her own kind, inflicting cannibalism and horror on everyone for about 1,000 years. She survived in her youth due to an excess of power that she could not control. Previously, she was able to heal herself in a matter of seconds and regrow limbs in a matter of minutes, until age took its toll.

• At this point, she's been unmolested for about 500 years, simply gathering strength, knowing she's no longer as strong and young as she once was. She remains just as strong, but no longer has the same rapid regeneration she once had. (Now it takes 2/3 minutes. Limb regeneration: almost 7/10 minutes.)

• Traits (racial, non-standard physical or magical): A physically strong girl, capable of lifting over 300 kg (even at her age), but no more. Has no magical abilities other than regeneration.

• Weaknesses: She has poor eyesight as a human, but when she's in animal form, she sees perfectly thanks to her metamorphosis. She also has a scar across her waist, which is her main weakness, as it doesn't heal, meaning it can easily be ripped open or torn. The most important factor is her age. She's weak because she's already old.

[adyrep2007-blog]

Mirel Rădoi reface naționala la Craiova! Ultimele mutări ale oltenilor indică o tendință evidentă

Articol de Remus Dinu – Publicat marti, 02 septembrie 2025 23:32 / Actualizat miercuri, 03 septembrie 2025 01:17 Odată cu transferul lui Adrian Rus în Bănie, Mirel Rădoi extinde lista fotbaliștilor pe care i-a antrenat sau promovat la echipa națională, pentru ca acum să mizeze pe ei la Craiova. În acest moment, fostul selecționer se bazează la Universitatea Craiova pe cinci jucători pe care i-a…

Mirel Rădoi reface naționala la Craiova! Ultimele mutări ale oltenilor indică o tendință evidentă

[nighttimepatrons]

For the ship asks, if we're talking deranged: Elrond/Maeglin and Míriel/Tar-Míriel?

~ @maglor-my-beloved <3

I suppose I could make Elrond/Maeglin more compelling if I were to make Maeglin more evil but... c'mon man I don't wanna do that :(

Isn't Míriel dead? isn't Tar-Míriel a numenorian queen??? I know nothing of this ship and I've never felt inclined to learn. I also know nothing of Tar-Míriel, so that doesn't help rip

feel free to learn me something about Míriel/Tar-Míriel if they are your passion tho

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[danafinwefeaelenionfeanorian]

Tolkien Gen Week Day One: Family

1 Fourth Age

"I'll be back," I smile at Thranduil. 

He frowns deeply. Only he could look adorable with a frown, but alas it won't work on me. I have seven brothers. Mostly dead but still my brothers. "But if you don't,"

We both know I’m on my second life, given to me by the Valar and the grace of Iluvatar. 

"I've already been dead. Besides, the only thing I will allow to kill me is a valar and I'm fairly certain I'm in Manwe's good graces,"

Thranduil grimaces. Who else does he think? Oh. Melkor. “What of Morgoth?”

“Melkor cannot touch us from the void, the Valar made sure of that,” I trust the Valar with this. I have to believe. If I have no faith then what do I have? “And when the Dagor Dagorath comes it will be me who claims revenge. I am sure of it,”

Thranduil’s eyebrows knit together. “How—your ring,” 

“Tyelpe certainly knew what he was doing when he made my ring,” My nephew knew this would enhance my natural abilities. Never would I have known about my own use of foresight. “Do not fret, I will return and I will return whole,” 

“Eryn Lasgalen needs it's chief advisor,”

I roll my eyes. The workload has significantly decreased since Sauron’s defeat. If time has said anything these past two years, the amount of work I do is vital to the greenwood but others can do it if they share the load. So I can take more time to myself. 

“This is not a self-imposed exile, it's not the second age,”

One hundred years of self-imposed exile. Once was enough but it taught me the freedom to do as I please is wonderous. Just as it was in Valinor. In fact, I miss it. 

Today I begin a new journey. My only wish was to take it with Nanwe and Tauriel, their journey across the sea was far more important. Both to them and me. 

I grab my pack and quiver, instinct takes over and I check over supplies. Earlier I sent a saddle bag to the kitchen for food. It should arrive any moment. Hopefully, it's been stocked with enough food for a month. If not I can always hunt. Turca taught me well, as did Ambarussa. 

“I said I was sorry and I swore fealty to you,” Thranduil drops into the chair behind him. 

“And I thank you for it, now I must go if I want to get ahead,”

I sling both my pack and quiver with its bow across my body. Then I attach my weapons, twin swords, knife and dagger. Each weapon was made by a noldo, swords from Curvo, knife by father and the dagger I made myself. All I charish deeply. 

The door opens after a knock. A ladies maid pops her head in when Thranduil opens the door. She bows to her king then hands Thranduil the saddle bag. Once she’s gone I take the bag from Thranduil. He’s barely holding himself together. 

I drop the bag and wrap my arms around him. 

“I’ll be back. I promise.”

_____

“Danafinwe,”

“Gimli,” I smile at the unlikely friends. Gimli and Legolas. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“This lad was showing me where he grew up and he was about to show me his favourite spot,”

“Have fun and by all means if you like I have a good bottle of wine under my bed,”

Legolas’ eyes widden as does Gimli. Years ago I introduced the young master dwarf to the good kind of wine. He got plastered that night. No regrets about that night. 

“I have no use for it. Besides I have many more back in Valinor, which are older than me.” Much older. The oldest is from the year father was born. 

Both Gimli and Legolas thank me before running off. 

At the stables, I whistle for a stable hand. They nod and leave to prepare a horse for me. The biggest they can find. I am after all 6’7. Instead of the stable hand returning it’s Thranduil who emerges with his elk, Moose, behind him. 

“What’s this?”

“Moose is the largest and fastest I own,” Thranduil pats Moose’s flank. The great elk paws at the attention. “And he will fit you,”

“Then lose the saddle,”

Thranduil holds Moose while the stable hand removes the saddle. Once it’s done I take the reins and hoist myself onto Moose’s back. The great elk doesn’t even flinch. Thranduil hands me the saddle bag and pats my thigh. “Take good care of him,”

“Always my child always.” I wave goodbye and urge Moose into a trot. _____ As I speak with Feaelenion something rubs against my leg. I glance down to look for a cat but it's not a cat, it's a red-headed elfling no older than two. Oh my goodness. Too cute. 

Who knew I’d attract children this early in my stay. I guess standing on the porch of the chief of Cuiviénen does the trick. I still can’t believe I found it. Cuiviénen, the ancient place of awakening. 

“Who is this little one?” I ask my great aunt Feaelenion. My namesake. Grandfather’s proclaimed sister. By him and her. Due to waking right by the other and Iluvatar all but telling them. 

I pick up the small child. He looks between me and Feaelenion. He thought I was her. Of course. The guards became confused when they saw me. 

“Aravel,” Feaelenion smiles at the small elfling. “he’s what some call bad luck,”

“Whatever for?”

“His hair,”

“Really?” Feaelenion nods. Wow, superstition runs rampant here. Worse than Gondor. “Well, my mother and brothers must have caused lots of hardships,” 

“You have family with red hair?”

“Yes, my mother’s whole side of the family has varying shades of red hair. Even my adopted daughter has red hair,”

“You adopted your daughter?”

I love Tauriel and I am not shy about how I got her. She needed a family and I gave her one. And she fits in. Almost too well. 

“I did and I love her very much,”

Feaelenion thinks for a moment. 

“Do you have room for another? No one will take him and I have too many other young ones to feed and raise,”

“That isn’t up to me, it's up to Aravel,”

We look to the small elfling and wait. He looks from Feaelenion to me a few times before nuzzling his face into my neck. We have our answer. Oh yes. Nanwe and Tauriel will love Aravel. I can’t wait for them to meet. 

“Come let's get you settled.” I smile at the small elfling. He looks up at me and smiles brightly.

[darkccfinds]

⸸ Sun themed Mirrors set fot TS3 by Mirel at 4sims ⸸

New custom mesh carefully built for speed that will not affect your game performance at all,  extremely lightweight (Very High detail: 144 vertices, 140 faces) and base game compatible.

3 sun themed mirrors set in different styles and each one of them in 3 finishes such as: silver, gold, copper or vibrant colors. Fully functional with +3 environment and fun plus charisma.