okay scrolling thru ur blog I'm genuinely curious, why do u not believe that what Israel is doing is genocide ? No hate intended, I'd love 2 hear what u have 2 say
I feel like I answered this like 8 times already, so sorry that this isn't gonna be as detailed and full of sources. I don't have the spoons for that I'm on 3 hours of sleep and no pain medication.
ok so Genocide is the mass murder of a group of people with the intention of wiping them out. Israel's intention in the war is not to wipe Palestine off the map, it's to wipe out Hamas (a terrorist organisation) and release the hostages.
they're not purposefully targeting civilians, and if their statistics is to be believed (which for an outsider should be about as credible as the Gaza Ministry of Health since that organisation is owned by Hamas), the combatant to civilian death ratio is about 1:1.5, which is not just insanely low in general, but insanely impressive for a war happening in such a densely populated area when Hamas are known to purposely hide in civilian areas and stop civilians from evacuating.
now if their statistics aren't to be believed, and Hamas' statistics were recently confirmed by the UN to also be bull, then the death ratio should still be somewhere in the middle, considering other countries at a regular war have a death ratio as high as 1:20, Israel's numbers are still more than enough to prove that not only are their numbers not consistent with what you'd expect a genocide to look like, but they're actively trying to reduce civilian casualties. again, this is an extremely densely populated area under the control of a terrorist organisation that is actively trying to put their lives at risk, ~35,000 deaths in 7 months (with supposedly about 15,000 of those being terrorists) is not what a genocide looks like.
I'm not in any way condoning what the IDF is doing, this doesn't erase any war crimes they and their soldiers have committed during this war, this is only about the use of the word "genocide" to describe the situation in Gaza.
people are still starving, people are still dying, people are still getting displaced and are denied entry to neighboring countries to evacuate, the only thing I am saying is that they're not being purposefully wiped out. you can look at all these horrific facts and care that it's happening without putting a shocking label on it, the only thing the word genocide contributes to the conflict is to paint Israel and their supporters as bloodthirsty fascists.
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History Blog recs
One of my Very Specific interests over the last...idk 10 years, has been reading blogs about the A Song of Ice and Fire series, by historians. I'm not sure what it is about those books: the complex, multi-layered narrative, the author's claim to work creatively with real world history, the micro-arguments contained in every arc, or what, but historians have the most FASCINATING shit to say about those books.*
I've learned so much about the logistics of civilization, the intellectual history of leadership theory, the history of subsistence agriculture, the type of agriculture needed to sustain societies of a certain size, the evolution of military theory, etc from this very specific, Historians Engage With ASOIAF and its Television Adaptations genre of blog.
There is, of course, the late great Steven Attewell's @racefortheironthrone, but I recently discovered this gem: A Collection of Unmitigated Pedantry by Dr. Bret C. Devereaux. I just finished his series analyzing, problematizing, and ultimately debunking George RR Martin's claim that the Dothraki "were actually fashioned as an amalgam of a number of steppe and plains cultures… Mongols and Huns, certainly, but also Alans, Sioux, Cheyenne, and various other Amerindian tribes… seasoned with a dash of pure fantasy."
In Part IV, he writes:
... declaring that the Dothraki really do reflect the real world (I cannot stress that enough) cultures of the Plains Native Americans or Eurasian Steppe Nomads is not merely a lie, but it is an irresponsible lie that can do real harm to real people in the real world. And that irresponsible lie has been accepted by Martin’s fans; he has done a grave disservice to his own fans by lying to them in this way. And of course the worst of it is that the lie – backed by the vast apparatus that is HBO prestige television – will have more reach and more enduring influence than this or any number of historical ‘debunking’ essays. It will befuddle the valiant efforts of teachers in their classrooms (and yes, I frequently encounter students hindered by bad pop-pseudo-history they believe to be true; it is often devilishly hard to get students to leave those preconceptions behind), it will plague efforts to educate the public about these cultures of their histories. And it will probably, in the long run, hurt the real descendants of nomads.
Which just. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. Y'all know how deeply concerned I am a. with the outsize influence the entertainment industry has on memory; and b. how little that industry gives a shit about responsible use of its own power. So like, this is my shit. I'm still exploring this blog and it is a TREASURE TROVE.
*I do not include myself in that grouping. My thoughts are like: BUT WHICH ONES ARE THE JEWS DANY IS MY UNPROBLEMATIC QWEEN/AZOR AHAI/PRINCE THAT WAS PROMISED/STALLION THAT'S GONNA MOUNT THE WORLD/ETC I CAN'T WAIT TIL SANSA SHOWS HERSELF IS DANY GONNA BURN IT ALL DOWN AND EMERGE FROM THE FLAMES LIKE THAT ELMO GIF IS ARYA GOING TO RIDE A WOLF WOW I DON'T CARE ABOUT BRAN I THINK THE RHOYNAR ARE THE JEWS WHERE IS THE GODDAMN FUCKING WINDS OF WINTER
**Also, I never watched more than 2 episodes of the show. I hated how it added in sexual violence and nudity for no reason when there was already PLENTY of that in the text, most of it with narrative purpose. But then I read the books because it was 2012 and I wanted to keep up with pop culture.
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Say You Won’t Let Go
Harry James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: Harry wants to stay with her till they’re gray and old… as long as she doesn’t let go.
Warnings: Kissing? Talk of future? I think that’s it! <3
Note: In Harry’s POV yet it’s third person. I hope that makes sense to y’all. :)
Note #2: Based on the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. Not the whole song though. (Some lyrics)
Between each lyric- time skip. Lyrics in italics! :)
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Also started another blog! @honeychamomile1
I pulled you closer to my chest. And you asked me to stay over, I said, “I already told ya, I think that you should get some rest.”
“I’m so tired.” She grumbled. Her body squirmed under the blankets as she tried to seek a comfortable position.
“I know.” Harry chuckled in response, his fingers traveling along the skin of her arm as he kissed her temple.
She hummed, her eyes once closed but when he responded she fluttered them open, eyes sparkling at the sight of him.
“You’re so pretty, Harry.” She laughed out, hand coming up to stroke his cheek, then reaching up to adjust his glasses.
She pulled him forward with her arm around his neck, digging her face into it, and he thanked Merlin she couldn’t see his red face then. He pulled her closer to his chest, arm wrapped around her back as she was once now flushed against him.
“You should stay the night.” She whispered, snuggling herself deeper into him as she kissed the skin of his neck.
He squirmed at the feeling, the tickle sensation spreading from the area she was kissing to his toes. He sighed once she stopped, having to stop the giggles that were threatening to leave his mouth.
He leaned back, taking his arm out from behind her back so she wouldn’t crush it and stroked her hair out of her face as he looked at her.
“I already told you,” he sighed. “you should get some rest.”
She groaned at his reminder, hands reaching up to ruffle his already messed up hair. She was gonna be honest, there wasn’t a time she saw it neat. That that she was complaining, his feisty hair was one of her favorite things about him.
She then pouted when her eyes met his. He chuckled at her stubbornness, shaking his head at her.
“Don’t look at me like that, I have to go back to Ron.” He reminded with a teasing warning look.
“I was hoping you would stay when I gave you the puppy eyes.” She said, putting the show on again. He shook his head once again as an answer.
She pouted deeper, her eyes dropping before she gained composure again to hide the fact she was tired.
“Rude.” She muttered, dropping her hands from his hair.
He laughed on how cute she looked, kissing her pout away with a soft kiss to the lips.
When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute I forget that I’m older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you’ll get better
You make me feel this way somehow
Harry could hear the shuffling from the seat next to him, his lover not seeming to be finding a satisfactory position to sit in while doing their work.
“I don’t know what to write!” She exclaimed, dropping her quill as she made movements in the air with her hands in exasperation.
Harry shrugged, peeking at the page number she was on in her textbook and turning to it in his own. The two were doing their Divination homework, Professor Trelawney wanting them to see how the next month for them will go.
“I’m about done with taking this seriously,” she started, shaking her head.
“You’ve been thinking I’ve been?” Harry added, but she continued, ignoring his comment.
“I’m making it up.” She decided, grabbing her quill and looking at her book, humming as she found a potential imaginary scenario that will most likely not happen anyways.
“I’ll….lose a bet….?” She suggested, still looking at her book.
Harry nods before realizing she’s not looking at him.
“Yeah, sounds good,” he replies. “Um…and I’ll…be unlucky for one week.”
She grinned at him. “Mine’s more believable.”
He scoffed. “My book doesn’t have any good ones!” He said as an excuse.
She laughed. “We have the same book!”
“Whatever-get me a different Divination book in the library, will ya?”
She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless, searching the shelves for something better for the boy. Even though the book she was using was just fine.
She heard him close the book he was previously using and looked over her shoulder at him.
Harry just so happened to be already looking at her, and forgot everything he was thinking about moments prior. He forgot he was a year older since his birthday was in the summer, forgot that his mind should be focused on school work. His brain was occupied with thoughts on how beautiful she looked at the moment. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of him looking flustered just by looking at her, his bright green eyes something she easily got lost in.
He suddenly had the urge to get up and dance with her right in the middle of the library, despite his lack of dancing skills. Her wanted to embrace her as a way to claim her his, despite the fact she already was.
Everyday she seemed to get more beautiful, more breathtaking, and more gorgeous.
Even after she chuckled at his act, turning away with thoughts all about him, a soft fuzzy feeling flooded Harry, making him feel all warm inside.
His fingertips became tingly, itching to touch her face her hair her everything. She just left him and he already longed for her to come back.
She did just that a couple minutes later, laying a book down for him as they exchanged smiles.
I'm so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We've come so far, my dear
Look how we've grown
And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old
Just say you won't let go
Just say you won't let go
“Say you won’t let go.”
The sentence made her head come up from his chest, her fingers halting their movements on his hand.
She looked at him and laughed halfheartedly. “What?”
He was serious when she looked at him, and so her small smile dropped suddenly at his serious mood switch.
“Say you won’t let go.” Harry repeated.
“You know I won’t, Harry.” She whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek, the smooth skin soft beneath her finger tips.
“Promise?” Harry asked hesitantly, doubt swarming in his stomach.
She sat up then, and for a split dying second he thought she was gonna leave, leaving him alone in the bed.
Instead she sat o his lap, his back leaning against the headboard. She sighed, legs on either side of his waist as her arms came up, sliding up his shoulders before her hands wrapped around his neck. “Harry,” she whispered, leaning closer.
“I want to stay with you until we’re grey and old. So old we don’t be able to get out of bed, so old neither of us can hear properly anymore. So old that we both have wrinkles covering our faces and even more when we smile. And I do that a lot around you.” She added, smiling as she said such things.
“Really?” Harry asked, voice barely audible. But she heard him well, nodding her head. “Yes,” she started, leaning closer and pecking his lips, sweet and soft, loving and kind. “And I definitely won’t be letting go any time soon.”
“I love you.” Harry whispered.
“And I love you.” She said back against his lips.
I hope you guys liked it!
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