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Samira Wiley as James Dean photographed by Sid Avery
I need a moment
Do NOT make an issue out of Muslims slaughtering animals during Eid. They literally do it to cook mass amounts of food to feed the poor. McDonald's, KFC and other fast food chains do this every single day to feed the rest of y'all and they're making money out of it, so shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.
Pro tips from original antifa.
Reblogging for reasons
my submission for @ficletinstruments week 3 prompt â abstract reverie.
also on ao3.
The bay is calm.
Itâs dark, dawn not yet arrived. Moonlight reflects on the waters, the lapping of waves the only sound that Magnus can hear other than his own ragged breath. The act of taking air into his lungs hurts, a bloody, pulsing wound, and on his next exhale, he just â screams.
Power, simmering inside him since the moment he impulsively portaled from home seeking solitude, bursts explosively, starting in his gut and spearing outward, jets of violent scarlet heat making the ocean boil. Trees along the land burn, bark crisping to black, leaves charring into dust. The entire dome of the sky flames alight; magic splinters into the atmosphere.
Magnus lets himself grow careless, lets magic scald the skin of his hands, his cheeks, relishing the sting. But itâs not enough.
The release doesnât soothe the way his heart had broken at seeing Camille in their bed with someone else. It doesnât change the way she had laughed , amused at his tears. It doesnât help Magnus forget that in the end, Camille turned out to be just like the rest of them, the same as almost every other lover whoâs said: I like you, but not enough .
A sob wrenches from Magnusâ chest, and his knees hit the sand. The fabric smokes, and he crumples, feeling small. What a weakling he is. What a fool, what a â
âOh, my friend.â
Startled, Magnus turns and sees Ragnor at his side, encased in magic, bracing himself against the maelstrom coming from Magnusâ body.
âLeave,â Magnus cries between gritted teeth. âYouâll hurt yourself.â
âNo more than youâve already been hurt.â Ragnorâs grip traverses daringly to Magnusâ hands, where magic is still spilling out. âIâm here,â Ragnor says gently, voice warm and scratchy like a blanket. âJust breathe with me, alright? Iâm here.â
He doesnât know how long it takes. The change is incremental, minute, involuntary, yet slowly, Magnus steadies, feels the anger temper and the magic slow. Ragnorâs presence has always done this for him, an eternal calm in the eye of the storm. Magnus tumbles forward into Ragnorâs arms.
âShe doesnât love me,â he murmurs into Ragnorâs shoulder.
âSo she doesnât deserve you,â Ragnor answers.
âI donât know what to do. Sheâs the love of my life.â
Ragnor tips Magnusâ chin up. âShe isnât. Because the love of your life would never hurt you this way. The love of your life is still waiting for you, and it will be kinder and truer and better than anything youâve experienced before.â
Magnus shakes his head. He doubts it.
Ragnor leans forward and kisses Magnusâ forehead. âTrust me.â
Across the water, the sun finally starts to rise; gold peeks above the horizon through the peaceful, residual blue-purple mist of Magnusâ magic. Itâs beautiful, poetic, and Ragnor would call it a fitting metaphor for the future, but Ragnor is wrong.
Thereâs a crack in Magnusâ heart, a fissure thatâs deep and wide and raw.
He doesnât think it will ever heal.
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Holy FUCK I need this
I donât think Iâve seen an answer to the question of how close or far apart the things happening today (âsend her backâ, detention centers etc) are to the nazis quite as good or thorough as this answer on quora
Iâm just gonna paste it here in full:
When you watch a stadium filled with white people chanting âsend her backâ about a U.S. Congresswomen and our President silently endorses it, what comes up for you?
Mike Jones answered:
Honestly? This.
This photo was taken sometime between May and December 1944. These people are enjoying a bit of âdown timeâ before going back to work. At Auschwitz.
Not because I think what weâre doing is like what the Nazis were doing in 1944, but because this looks so normal. These people didnât think of themselves as âevil,â any more than the people chanting at the Trump rally do.
Hereâs the point: the Holocaust didnât drop out of a clear blue sky in 1941. The concentration camps had been operating since 1933.
The first people sent to the camps werenât Jews at all. It was socialists, communists (remember that if you run across someone who tries to claim the Nazis were actually socialists), Jehovahâs Witnesses (because their faith prevented them from swearing allegiance to the Reich or serving in the military), homosexuals, and other people considered âsocially deviant.â The camps werenât awful places in 1933. Guards who abused prisoners were disciplined and sometimes prosecuted.
By 1935, this changed. As Hitler consolidated power, he pardoned the guards who had been convicted for abusing prisoners and made it clear that that behavior was now acceptable. Jews were now sent to the camps, starting with ones who had come to âcivilizedâ Germany as refugees from pogroms in Eastern Europe. They were described as âinvaders,â accused of spreading disease and stealing jobs from Germans. I understand if that last sentence sent a bit of a chill down your spine.
There were dozens, probably hundreds of concentration camps in operation by 1937. Many prisoners died there from abuse or simply from being worked to death, but they still werenât places people were specifically sent to die; it was just that no one cared whether they died or not.
By 1939, mass killings of Jews had started. Not in the camps; the Nazis werenât bothering to round people up and transport them just to kill them. They would typically be rounded up by the Nazi army and shot en masse and buried in mass graves.
Mass killings of civilians proved to be bad for morale even for Nazi soldiers, which led to the Final Solution. Eight extermination camps were built and went into operation by 1941. None were in Germany proper, so the scale of what was happening could be more easily kept from the German people. Six were in Poland, one in Serbia, and one in Belarus. Some (like Birkenau, sometimes called Auschwitz II) were on the same site as concentration camps (Auschwitz), and some (like Treblinka) were completely separate. Most were in Poland because that was where the largest number of Jews in Europe lived.
These women worked as typists, telegraph clerks, and secretaries in Auschwitz, and were called Helferinnen, which means âhelpers. Their racial purity had been establishedâshould an officer be looking for a girlfriend or a wife, the Helferinnenwere intended to be a resource.â
The point of these photos is that the Nazis were not all Eichmann and Mengele. Their horror was possible because of the many, many people who went along with what they were doing or at least were willing to look the other way. And it didnât start with Chelmno and Sobibor. It started with people being willing to vote for Nazis out of fear of the communists and responding to their appeals to âtrue Germans.â
This photo shows people reading the Nazi newspaper Der StƱrmer (The Attacker) in 1935. The sign above it reads âThe Jews Are Our Misfortuneâ.
How far, really, are people who would chant âsend her backâ about an American citizen at a political rally from the people calmly reading that newspaper? Remember, that was still four years before the war, six before the extermination camps. It was when the groundwork for those things was being laid.
Letâs talk about our camps for a moment. Pro Publica recently published a long story about someone who works for the Border Patrol and spent time working at one of the camps. Here are a couple of excerpts:
The Border Patrol agent, a veteran with 13 years on the job, had been assigned to the agencyâs detention center in McAllen, Texas, for close to a month when the team of court-appointed lawyers and doctors showed up one day at the end of June.
Taking in the squalor, the stench of unwashed bodies, and the poor health and vacant eyes of the hundreds of children held there, the group members appeared stunned.
Then, their outrage rolled through the facility like a thunderstorm. One lawyer emerged from a conference room clutching her cellphone to her ear, her voice trembling with urgency and frustration. âThereâs a crisis down here,â the agent recalled her shouting.
At that moment, the agent, a father of a 2-year-old, realized that something in him had shifted during his weeks in the McAllen center. âI donât know why sheâs shouting,â he remembered thinking. âNo one on the other end of the line cares. If they did, this wouldnât be happening.â
No one on the other end cares. If they did, this wouldnât be happening. Let that sink in for a moment.
The CBP agent in the story is in his late 30s, a husband and father who served overseas in the military before joining CPB.
Itâs kind of like torture in the army. It starts out with just sleep deprivation, then the next guys come in and sleep deprivation is normal, so they ramp it up. Then the next guys ramp it up some more, and then the next guys, until you have full blown torture going on. That becomes the new normal.
This is how it happens. Step by step, we become the monsters. Look around the country. Try to remember how things were in 2012 or so. How many things that are simply accepted now, often with a âwhat can we do about it?â shrug, would have seemed possible then?
Referring back to the grim conditions inside the Border Patrol holding centers, he said: âSomewhere down the line people just accepted whatâs going on as normal. That includes the people responsible for fixing the problems.â
âWhat happened to me in Texas is that I realized I had walled off my emotions so I could do my job without getting hurt,â he said. âIâd see kids crying because they want to see their dads, and I couldnât console them because I had 500 to 600 other kids to watch over and make sure theyâre not getting in trouble. All I could do was make sure theyâre physically OK. I couldnât let them see their fathers because that was against the rules.
âI might not like the rules,â he added. âI might think that what weâre doing wasnât the correct way to hold children. But what was I going to do? Walk away? What difference would that make to anyoneâs life but mine?â
When asked whether he simply stopped caring, he said: âExactly, to a point thatâs kind of dangerous. But once you do, you feel better.â
This man is a father. He watches hundreds of kids. He had to stop caring on order to do his job.
Letâs say that again: he had to stop caring in order to do his job.
Just like, I imagine, the Helferinnen had to stop caring. To look the other way. To learn helplessness against the system.
I know, there are a thousand reasons why we canât change this. They broke the laws. The President says so. What will we do with all of them if we donât do this? It will encourage others if we donât do this.
Know this: those are all justifying inhuman behavior. Iâm not saying the people running the camps or the people in the government are Nazis; every historical moment is different. But theyâre using many of the same tools the Nazis used. And the same tools are being used against the Uighur in China. And the Rohingya in Myanmar.
Andrea Pitzer is a journalist who has written extensively about the history of concentration camps. Hereâs what she had to say on Twitter this morning:
When I went into the Rohingya camps in Myanmar in 2015, I also talked to people in town who were happy their former neighbors were in camps. Insisting they werenât racist or bigots, many said all they really wanted was for the government to deport the Rohingya to another country.
They claimed the Rohingya were illegal immigrants, rapists, and terrorists. If I mentioned a Rohingya they actually knew, they would sometimes acknowledge maybe *that* Rohingya person wasnât a criminal. They often argued that the Rohingya should be deported as a group anyway.
It was heartbreaking. I was there just after Trump had declared his candidacy in the US, and it was the same rhetoric, almost word for word. A little over a year later in Myanmar, the military drove hundreds of thousands of Rohingya over the border amid terrible atrocities.
Send her back. Send them back. Weâre really not racists. Jews will not replace us.
Do you honestly believe it canât happen here?
A New Addition
Magnus and Alec introduce Maryse to their daughter.
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Magnus and Alec step out of the portal side by side directly in front of his motherâs bookshop. Sheâs not here as often as she was in the early days after she bought the place, but with Luke on a reach out mission in Alaska, sheâd decided to come home and skip out on joining him in the freezing cold.
The timing of it couldnât be more perfect. A month ago Alec had come home to find Magnus with a small warlock baby in his arms. Catarina had found her abandoned in the hospital she works at in New York and came to Magnus in the hope heâd be able to find her a permanent home. Somehow, before theyâd even talked about, Alec knew that that permanent home would be theirs.
And now itâs official, Summer Ndari Lightwood-Bane is formally, legally their daughter. They hadnât told their family, an easy task with them being so far away in Alicante, wanting to wait until all was official to introduce the newest member of the family. This morning after finally signing the papers and a birth certificate theyâd received a text from his mother informing them she was back home, a not so subtle invitation that they come visit her and they knew it was fate, Maryse needed to be the first to meet their little girl. Their little girl needed to meet her grandmother.
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This is officially the best response and a big ass mood right there
At all the people in the notes saying: âUnless itâs thisâ and âCertain types of shippers need to dieâ this is fucking targeted at you.
To be fair, Catholics vs Protestants historically was a fandom faction war.
Is the âfluffy one shotâ pig doing whip its with those cans? Cause that feels accurate.
@skyholdherbalist Yup! XD
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Then⊠where do I go? Iâm just at home muttering
into the void of an open word document.
@valkyrien Oh but thereâs more to this party than sugar and sweets~ â„ïž
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THE PIG IS EATING PINE TREES IN THE PINING I CAN NOT DEAL.
IT GOT BETTER
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Wow this is the best thing Iâve ever seen
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OMG THIS IS PERFECT XD
@pileofsith
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing youâve missed: The concept of âpurpleâ Didnât always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his âwine-dark sea.â
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. Iâm hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend youâre not wrong About Homerâs wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple Youâve given short shrift.
The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word âpurpleâ, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century
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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long
Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.
The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue
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While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
Hirple - To limp or walk awkwardly
Cirple - An old Scots word for the hindquarters of a horse
âRoses are red, violets are purple,
My boner for you has caused me to hirple.â
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My, how romantic!
DYING. I AM DYING.
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This post has evolved.
catopumas are so interesting 2 me bc theres only two species so far in the genus, and its either
a very gentle looking asian golden cat
very kind looking, round. 10/10
and then the other in the genus is
the bay cat, or as i like to call them - the weasel cat. long, kinda weird looking, but still 10/10 despite the weaselness.
I just alternate between âmaybe Iâm smarter than I give myself credit forâ and âmaybe Iâm dumber than I realizedâ
Beatrice and Benedict are same-sex leaning disaster bisexuals who are both extremely surprised when they end up falling for someone of the opposite sex.
exeunt-pursued-by-a-bear said:
hot take: beatrice saying âhe hath EVERY month a new sworn brotherâ about benedick is her teasing him for just having an endless string of boyfriends
Yes. Good. Excellent. Just as Shakespeare intended.
@toomanyfeelings5
YES. YES. ALL TRUE.
I would also like to add that âAnd a good soldier to a lady. But what is he to a Lord?â is Beatrice asking for confirmation that Benedick is a bottom
David Tennant and Catherine Tate best encapsulate the bi disaster vibes each of them give
Look at these dorks
i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, âone word from you will silence me on this subject forever.â
because, like, thatâs the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isnât it?
a dude being willing to say, âi understand if you donât feel the same way about me, and iâll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.â
so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency
and dudes to this day wonder why women still swoon over darcy
Note also: Elizabeth turns down Darcyâs first proposal, and in the process, accuses him of doing some stuff he did not do (and also some stuff he totally did).
The next day, he surprises her on her walk. He hands her a letter, asks that she read it, and then takes off.
When this happened to me after I had turned someone down IN REAL LIFE, the letter contained a passionate argument to the tune of âactually youâre wrong and you do like me and you should go out with meâ and it was creepy af.
Darcyâs letter to Elizabeth starts with: âBe not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to youâ. He goes on to set the record straight about the stuff he didnât do (as well as the stuff he did) which is *actually relevant* to Elizabeth. And he, as promised, doesnât romance her further.
Itâs totally bizarre that even now, this can be considered unusually great dude behaviour.
Darcyâs first proposal:Â âYou must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.â
Darcyâs second proposal:Â âOne word from you will silence me on this subject forever.â
His whole arc in the book is about learning to consider other peopleâs feelings and not just his own, but the fact that itâs expressed via who gets to talk and who is told to shut up is so, so telling. The first time around, he imposes his voice on her whether she wants it or not. The second time, he asks how she feels, and in exchange, offers her the gift of his silence.
And yeah, the fact that dudes still! have! not! learned! this! lesson! is exhausting.
How surprising is it that Pride and Prejudice was written by a woman, when many romantic comedies are produced and directed by men?
Answer: not at all
200 years later and the world is still full of guys who think theyâre a Mr Darcy when theyâre actually a Mr Collins.
200 years later and the world is still full of guys who think theyâre a Mr Darcy when theyâre actually a Ross Geller.
A person of color: racism is bad and is killing us
A white nerd: omg this is just like Harry Potter and the Storm troopers when Steve Rogers shipped Shieth and totally teamed up with She-ra to fight Thanos
Fiction/storytelling is a really good way to get people to relate to and understand moral lessons tho. Examples: Greek Mythology, Norse Mythology, the parables in the Bible, (the Bible in general), the many novels written by poc that substantially contributed towards the abolishment of slavery in the US, etc, etc, etc.
If white people cant empathize and listen to stories of racism without relating it to fiction because they refuse to make human connections with people of color, they have a problem. Relating Harry Potter and Avengers to abolition texts is such a laughable thing likeâŠholy shit
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