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Israel’s ‘anti-Zionists’ brave police beatings, smears to demand end to war
Some have been jailed for refusing to serve in the armed forces while others face threats and harassment from right-wing groups.
An antiwar protest in Tel Aviv during municipal elections [Mat Nashed/Al Jazeera]
(9 Mar 2024)
Tel Aviv/West Jerusalem – In 2015, Maya, a Jewish Israeli, travelled to Greece to help Syrian refugees. At the time, she was an exchange student in Germany and she had been deeply moved by the pictures she saw of desperate people arriving there in small boats.
That was where she met Palestinians who had been born in Syria after their parents and grandparents fled there during the founding of her own country in 1948.
They told her about the Nakba – or “catastrophe” – in which 750,000 Palestinians were expelled from their homes to make way for the newly established Israel. Maya, 33, who had been taught that her country was born through “an independence war” against hostile Arab neighbours, decided that she needed to “unlearn” what she had learned.
“I never heard about the right of return, or Palestinian refugees,” she told Al Jazeera.
“I had to get out of Israel to start learning about Israel. It was the only way I could puncture holes in what I was taught.”
Maya, who asked that her full name not be used for fear of reprisals, is one of a small number of Israeli Jewish activists who identify as “anti-Zionists” or “non-Zionists”.
According to the Anti-Defamation League, a pro-Israeli group with a stated mission of fighting anti-Semitism and other forms of racism in the United States, Zionism means supporting a Jewish state established for the protection of Jews worldwide.
However, many anti-Zionists like Maya and the people she works with view Zionism as a Jewish supremacist movement which has ethnically cleansed most of historic Palestine and systematically discriminates against the Palestinians who remain, either as citizens of Israel or residents of the occupied territories.
But since Hamas’s deadly attack on Israeli civilians and military outposts on October 7, in which 1,139 people were killed and nearly 250 taken captive, Israeli anti-Zionists have been accused of treason for speaking about Palestinian human rights.
Many have called for a permanent ceasefire in Gaza to stop what they view as collective punishment and genocide of the Palestinian people.
“I think [anti-Zionists] always claim that Jewish supremacy is not the answer and it is not the answer to the [October 7] killings,” Maya said.
“Israelis don’t understand how the Palestinian story is all about the Nakba, refugees and the right of return. If we are not able to deal with that then we are not going anywhere.”
Perceived as ‘traitors’
Since October 7, Israeli anti-Zionists have described living in a hostile political and social environment. Many say the police have violently cracked down on anti-war protests, while others have received threats from far-right-wing Israelis.
Roee, who, like Maya, did not give his last name for fear of reprisals from Israeli society or authorities, is also a Jewish Israeli activist. In October last year, he attended a small demonstration of a couple of dozen people a few days after Israel began bombing Gaza. The demonstrators were calling on Hamas to free all Israeli captives and on Israel to stop the war.
“The police pushed all of us [out] violently in just two minutes,” Roee, 28, told Al Jazeera at a cafe in West Jerusalem.
Weeks later, Roee and his friend, Noa, who also did not want her full name to be revealed, attended another silent demonstration outside a police station in Jerusalem. They put tape over their mouths to denounce the sweeping arrests of Palestinian citizens of Israel who had also called for an end to the war on Gaza.
But again, police chased down the Israeli protesters and beat them with batons.
“I think it is very clear that the police recognise us. It doesn’t matter the signs we hold. They know us. They know we are leftists and that we are ‘traitors’ or whatever they call us,” Noa told Al Jazeera.
Many Israeli antiwar activists have also been smeared or “doxxed” – a term given to people whose identities and addresses are made known on social media by those hoping to intimidate them into silence.
Maya said that a right-wing activist had accused her romantic partner of cooperating with Hamas by informing them of the whereabouts of Israeli positions in Gaza. The activist published photos of her partner on Instagram with captions detailing the fabricated accusations.
“We were afraid that our address would be exposed, but luckily it wasn’t. Even before October 7, [these groups of extreme right-wing people] tried to obtain addresses of people to ‘dox’ them and taunt them. Some of our friends had to leave their apartments. That was our main worry,” Maya said.
Conscientious objectors
While most Israelis are required to enlist in the army after high school, antiwar activists have refused to take part in their country’s continuing occupation of the West Bank, where raids and arrests have been intensified since October, or in the war on Gaza. Two young Israelis who publicly refused to join the army are now serving short sentences in military prison.
Einat Gerlitz, a “non-Zionist” and a member of Mesarvot, a non-profit organisation providing social and legal support to Israeli conscientious objectors, said that more people may have refused military service since the war on Gaza began, because not everyone goes public.
“The army does not release the numbers … because the army’s interest is to make sure [refusing service] is not a topic spoken about in the public sphere. The government and army work really hard to glorify army service, so they want minimal attention on conscientious objectors,” the 20-year-old said.
Einat Gerlitz is a 20-year-old peace activist and a conscientious objector. She spoke about her peace activism in a cafe in Tel Aviv [Al Jazeera/Mat Nashed]
Gerlitz added that the October 7 attack did not make her reconsider her peace activism, but she is very concerned for friends and peers who were quickly deployed to Gaza.
“I was worried for them, but I was also worried about some of the commands that they may need to fulfil,” she told Al Jazeera, referring to her worries that soldiers may be ordered to commit atrocities or violate international law.
Over the past five months, Israeli soldiers have razed entire neighbourhoods in Gaza, bombed universities, hospitals and places of worship, and shot at crowds of starving Palestinians lining up for food aid.
Rights groups say that these attacks amount to war crimes and may collectively amount to a campaign of genocide.
‘We need greater empathy’
Many anti-Zionist Israelis say that their aim is to make fellow Israelis recognise the humanity of the Palestinians.
However, they say it has been difficult to counter the messaging of Israeli politicians, some of whom have called Palestinians in Gaza “animals”, “subhuman” or “barbarians” in order to rally support for the war. Some of these statements were singled out by the International Court of Justice (ICJ) which issued an emergency order in January on the genocide case brought against Israel by South Africa.
Israeli society also expresses little empathy for Palestinians in Gaza, several Israeli activists told Al Jazeera. They explained they believe this is partly due to Israeli media rarely reporting on the army’s probable war crimes, nor on the catastrophic humanitarian crisis brought on by Israel’s war.
Maya recalls going to a demonstration in Tel Aviv to call for a permanent ceasefire in Gaza in late October. About 50 people attended, with many holding up photos of children killed by the Israeli army. But when Israeli children saw the photos, they claimed they were fake.
“[Young Israeli kids] pointed at a photo of a father holding a dead baby in Gaza and said, ‘How can you believe this? It’s not real. He is acting’,” Maya said.
“[Another child] pointed to a different dead baby and said, ‘This is a doll’.”
Addam, an anti-Zionist Israeli and a graffiti artist, who did not disclose his full name, was also at the protest. He said that an Israeli woman called the demonstrators “traitors” and said that her own brother had died fighting for Israel in Gaza.
While Addam was heartbroken to hear about her loss, he said he believes that the government is weaponising Israeli grief to commit atrocities in Gaza. He added that he tries to humanise Palestinians through his art and spoke about one project where he photographed the physical scars that Palestinians and Israelis bore from past conflicts.
“Once there is empathy, it creates an entirely different foundation to begin engaging in reality,” he told Al Jazeera. “It should be a given that people in Gaza are human beings with families, dreams and jobs.
“But, for many factors, there is this ongoing process [in Israel] of dehumanising Palestinians.”
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Kai general and Romantic headcanons
A/N:sorry if I got any of the characters wrong, I was using a combo of wiki/Google translate as I don't speak any of the languages mentioned. Pls let me know if I got any info wrong, i will gladly go in and change it to make it right.
General:
Half Indian and half Chinese.
His and nya's last name is 鄭 (Zheng), but he says it's Smith bc when they where younger he got in the habit of lying about his name so he Didnt have to deal with CPS.
His ma is from Visakhapatnam in Andhra Pradesh, and was a practicing Hindu. Ray is from the 云南 (yunnan) province, and was a practicing theravida Buddhist. Ray is ethnically from the 傣族 (dai people, also spelt Tai in english)
Before his parents dissapearances, they both brought him to their hometowns, and actively taught him both cultures and religions, which he continued to learn about and even teach Nya about after their dissapearances.
When he was 14 he bought a small boat and him and Nya rode it across the costal line, and he promised Nya one day when he was older he'd bring the both of them to their parents hometowns.
He's a Buddhist.
He speaks so many languages.
Like so many
He's fluent in Thai, mandarin and cantonese chinese, telugu, urdu, hindi, Punjabi, arabic and ninjago-ian(idk whatever language ninjago speaks)
Also trying to learn Indonesian.
He also knows yunnan dialect bc his dad would speak in it more often than not
Absorbes info like a sponge
He likes to quilt
He always wears a golden bracelet He got from his moms jewelry box after she left.
Likes to draw but is bad at it, so he colors coloring books
Introvert
He may act all confident, but he really isn't. super insecure
Soooo good with hair
Like, has all the stops. 10 step hair care routine
rivals Zanes cooking skills.
When working out focuses on building rather than lean muscle.
Mother friend
has dragged all of his friends into the water splashing festival.
Fatal flaw is loyalty and kind of hubris (it's conflicting, ik with the insecure and extreme pride, but like- it makes sense in my head. Inferiority/maybe superiority complex.)(it makes sense bc this is such me behavior. Imagine hating yourself but thinking ur the baddest bitch alive)
Likes to stare at fire
If he can't sleep he'll make a small bonfire to stare at and think
insomnia
Chronic cigarette smoker
Romantic:
Hes more show than tell
Def acts of service (me frfr)
Although, he is very cuddly.
Not in public, though. Maybe infront of the other ninja if it was a rough day
Loves to rock you gently from side to side when yall are hug
loves to give you temple kisses
He's very gentle with you, treats you like glass
You wil prolly say ily first, and he'll go;"🧍♂️...cool?"
He has mommy and daddy issues, but HEAVY on the mommy issues. Have fun with this hyper-independant fuck who can't accept help without feeling like a failure even though they need it (I'm not projecting you are)
Goes all out for holidays and anniversaries.
Doberman/German Shepard vibes tbh
When it's just you two he doesn't feel the need to fill the air with meaningless chatter, so if he feels safe enough to just share air without talking feel honoured and cherish it bc that means he actually trusts you.
A little rough around the edges, but will remember that thing you said 5years ago on ur first date
Most dates are chill inside and take a nap
But sometimes if he can he takes you on the town or someplace fancy
Also likes to show you his favorite childhood spots
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phantom thieves will always be phantom thieves, reguardless of whether they can steal hearts at that very moment. all of the thieves know this but sometimes it still sneaks up on them.
each and every member learned to be silent very quickly when under threat from shadows, and eventually just as a general threat reflex. they habitually walk silently, scaring the other members of the shadow ops.
they'll scan the room for escapes and hiding spots, and reach for weapons that arent there.
Ryuuji's accent changes when he's angry or excited thanks to William, and slowly begins to assimilate the accented English into his brain. he's able to read maps flawlessly and knows intricate details of boats and ships. if he touches someone after working out then the other person receives a nasty static shock, beyond what should be possible but not actually harmful. excitement or animosity cause his hair to puff up and electronics start going haywire around him.
Joker's third eye still works, but he's able to tell the quality of both gemstones and metals even without it and is now always resisting the urge to swipe up anything shiny. he speaks fluent French, is able to walk around perfectly in heels, and is extremely proficient in both free running and parkour. he expected to retain his ability to pick locks and perhaps his sleight of hand, but causing shadows to respond to his emotions and commands was not within any realm of possibility.
Ann began running hotter than other people around her, anger causing her hands to burn what she was holding. after awakening Celestine she became even more of a polyglot, with four languages fluently spoken: Japanese, English, Spanish, and French. her singing voice in each language is musical and fantastical, and even her acting improved.
Makoto's gaining of significant religious knowledge, specifically catholicism, as well as the ability to speak very old French, is something she attributes to both Johanna and Agnes, as well as her ability to cause nuclear fission and not be harmed by it. She immediately tries to get a handle on this, not wanting to explain to her landlord why exactly there is nuclear radiation in her apartment.
Yusuke is now practically immune to the cold, and will often forget that normal people don't go shopping in shorts in the middle of February. his touch can freeze small amounts of water when he's not careful, and larger bodies when he actively concentrates. simultaneously, his knowledge of swords and swordsmanship shoots through the roof, as does the complexity of his speech. how exactly his Japanese went from 'very formal high schooler' to '1500's disgraced samurai' without anyone in his small circle of friends noticing was nothing short of a miracle.
Haru was expected to learn English given her position as CEO of an international fast-food company, but Lucy gave her a strange shortcut, with her 17th-century English. her psionic abilities have to be closely regulated, as there were several occasions where she used it to float things to her, unlock doors, or even knock things over. even with that trouble, Lucy still gives her the upper hand with her experiences in negotiation and diplomacy shining through.
Futaba suddenly being able to speak Arabic is decidedly ignored by Sojiro, though she does get a kick out of speaking a language none of the other thieves understand. her ability to manipulate any electronic device within a ten-meter radius of her is not, nor is her sudden ability to levitate.
#*discussion between the thieves in several different languages* junpei: haha. im in danger.#mitsuru: i speak many languages and this is none of them#yukari: hey why can we only speak greek!?#sae: *during interrogation* oh god please speak japanese#joker: non non. je suis parles francais en exclusivite pour aujourd'hui#persona 5#persona series#persona 5 royal#persona joker#persona 5 protagonist#amamiya ren#ren amiyama#akira kusuru#kurusu akira#takamaki ann#sakamoto ryuji#niijima makoto#sakura futaba#okumura haru#kitagawa yusuke#personas in the real world#joker p5#p5r joker#p5r#p5#phantom thieves#headcanon#persona 5 royal#persona third eye#persona 5 headcanons
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In one of your posts you ask for a prompt then I hope you don't mind mine: knight and magic where there are rumours about a feral and bloodthirsty dragon into the mountains and his bard who keeps him sleep
Meanwhile Jon is the dragon who likes to play and Damian just wants peace and knows art and music very well
YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS!!!!!! I am always taking requests :)
fic under the cut.
Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne
Characters: Maya Ducard, Kathy Branden, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent
Tags: Fantasy, Dragons, Fluff, Dialogue-Heavy
Being a mage wasn’t strictly illegal, but it was highly regulated, and if you had the power your freedom would be curtailed and people would fear you. So Maya and Kathy told not a soul once they discovered what she could do.
Kathy Branden and Maya Ducard are some of the best knights of the realm. Kathy is known as a shining beacon of chivalry and Maya is known as easily mingling with the commoners as if she were a nobody. They’ve been working together since they were squires, so they’ve had their petty squabbles and become all the more stronger for it. They’re both very smart, but Maya is the tactician, and Kathy is only a little better at de-escalation. Kathy’s noble parents were killed when she was young so her grandfather gave her over to become a squire so he could bring all his remaining focus on their estate in his child’s absence. Maya’s family had a proud tradition of being knights but Maya had to prove herself before she was allowed to become a squire; she caught a thief stealing from her family’s serfs and returned all the stolen goods he had stashed away.
One day, the king of the land sent the two to investigate the rumors of a bloodthirsty dragon in the mountains and the bard who keeps him asleep, to learn how to use his skills for other dragons or to kill the dragon once and for all. They wore thick fur armor to combat the cold of the mountains, Kathy’s golden hair braided and bundled near her cheeks like earmuffs, Maya’s short haircut hidden behind a fur hood. Their cheeks and noses were red from the cold but they took breaks to make fire. Kathy was secretly a mage, and could create magical flame when the firewood was unsuitable. The only souls who knew about her powers were Maya and the dead who tell no tales.
They were getting closer to the rumored spot, when they heard a mild voice singing out dulcet tones.
“La la la la, hmm-hmm~ Da da dee dum…”
“You know Damian, you could write actual lyrics?”
“That would be a feat for me~” Damian sung as he played his pipa.
Kathy and Maya slowed and tried to quiet themselves to listen.
Jon laughed, mirthful. “Maybe I can help! What would you want to sing about? A wish? A fish? A delicious vegetarian dish? A star, a marr, a land way afar? A boat, a goat, a gloating goat’s boat?”
“Hmm. Would you like to swing on a star, or carry moonbeams home in a jar? If you could do whatever you wish? Or would you rather be a fish?” Damian sung, adjusting his chords to match the whimsical tone.
“These two are weird.” Kathy whispered to Maya. Maya nodded, and they moved in closer to view them. The bard was a small arab-chinese man with cropped black hair, brown skin, a handsome face, and green eyes. The Dragon looked around as young as the bard, with blue slit-pupil eyes and red scales, pink on his underside, with stripes of yellow on his cheeks and around his wrists and ankles. Right now he was in his more human form, with horns and wings, clawed tip fingers and a big tail and hair on his head. But really, He couldn’t look more harmless if he tried. He was wearing just some scuffed linen pants and a cloak, green, presumably borrowed from the bard as he was dressed in a white flannel shirt with a green vest which had brown leather fastenings, and thick soft leather pants and fur boots.
Jon laughed again. “I love this game! Would I wish to be a fish or a caster? Who moves oceans with a pace much faster? Than the beat of my dragon wings? … Say, what rhymes with Wings?”
“Oh, I’m sure there’s many things. As many as the echoes when a bell rings.”
Jon clapped. “Do you know any new stories?”
“So many of the stories i’ve learned to tell are about bad dragons, Jon.” Damian looked sullen.
Jon pouted. “I don’t like you hiding things from me, Damian.”
“Oh. Well that’s okay! Tell them to me anyway. I want to know what the humans think of us.”
Damian took Jon’s hand. “I don’t think you want to know. It’s best you forgive their ignorance for the sake of peace and move on.”
“I will tell you if you really wish. However, I could tell you a new story?”
“That sounds really cool!”
“A new story?”
“One nobody has ever heard before.”
Maya stepped into their clearing. “I’d like to hear it.”
Jon let out a surprised cry, and Damian jumped on top of the log he’d been sitting on, holding his flute like he was ready to bash the poor thing onto her head. “Who are you? What do you want? Can’t you see we’re just trying to have our peace?” Damian demanded. Kathy stepped out too. “There’s two of you?!”
“We can see you two just want to have fun. How old are you?”
“I’m 17, he’s 20.” Jon answered. Damian glanced at Jon disapprovingly.
“Hey, that’s the same age as us!” Kathy said cheerfully.
Maya put her hand on her hip. “Do you see us drawing our swords?”
“...No.”
“Then put the lute down.”
“It’s a pipa. But fine.” Damian said, hopping off the log and securing the lute to his back. “What do you want?”
“We heard that you have ways to put dragons to sleep, but it looks like you’ve learned how to tame them!”
Jon puffed out his cheeks, offended. “I’m not a wild beast to be tamed! I’m his best friend!”
Damian nodded. “Dragons are really just misunderstood. We’re lucky they haven’t actually started a war against us for always hunting them and attacking them.”
“We just want to be left to our hoardes in peace! Except me, I guess.”
Maya eyed him suspiciously. “You’re the bloodthirsty dragon?”
“Bloodthirsty? No! I’m just curious and love to play! Humans have such fun games. And this one is really cute.” He says, jostling Damian’s shoulder. Damian rolls his eyes. “I think we can all get along! Right Damian?”
“That would be ideal.” Damian sighed. “But people don’t see it that way.”
Jon pouted. “It’s not fair! I’m nice, i’m not scary at all! I hate when the humans run away from me.” Jon was almost crying. Damian sighed.
“Come here, I’ll give you a hug.”
Jon’s tail wagged and his wings flapped. “Really? Yay!” He pulled Damian into a hug, who returned it.
“You’re such a crybaby.”
“Wow, you two are really good friends!” Kathy observed.
“My mom says that all dragons have a human they’re supposed to protect. This one’s mine. Say, do you think that’s why humans hate dragons? Cause we add them to our hordes?”
Damian nodded. “That is probably where tensions first began. Humans miss their family members and friends.”
Jon nods. “That’s why I don’t make you live with me in my cave!”
“Is it a nice cave?” Kathy asked.
“Yes! It’s very spacious and there’s no bats or rats or bugs, there’s soft moss everywhere and a nice cool pool with a small waterfall to relax in or help shed my scales. I’ve got lots of stuff I like there like star charts and spyglasses and shiny rocks and gems, some stuff Dami has given me, some art i made that i’m proud of. I’m still young so my horde isn’t that big yet but it’s gonna be huge when i’m older! Dami will help me.”
“Will I?”
“Won’t you?” Jon gave him puppy dog eyes. “Even if you don’t live with me it’s still your horde too. What’s mine is yours. If we don’t have a big horde then it’s like we don’t care about eachother or something!”
“Tt. Don’t be an idiot. Of course I will help, I already do.”
Jon smiled and hugged Damian again, nuzzling the top of his hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Damian blushed, embarrassed.
“Jon, there’s people around.”
“Hmm?” He said, wrapping his tail around Damian. “Why are you pointing that out?”
“Tt. You’re warm.”
“And you’re cool like a nice rock. But so squishy. Humans are so squishy, like babies. It’s very cute.”
“Why don’t you live with your dragon, if you’re so close?” Maya asked Damian.
“My family doesn’t know about him. They’d want to know where I'd gone, and ask to visit my new home. It’s easier just to pretend I don’t notice them trying to set me up with village women and return every day with a jewel from Jon’s horde. I tell them It’s my payment for my performance but I replace it the next day and take a new one.”
“How does your family afford meals?” Kathy asked.
Damian scoffed. “My father is one of the wealthiest nobles in the kingdom. All my other brothers became knights in his service, but I’m sick of fighting. I just want peace.”
Kathy and Maya shared a look. “Sometimes that’s all I want, too.” Kathy confesses. “But I have a job, and I need to report back to my king. What should I say?”
“Say the dragon was fearsome and made you leave him and the bard alone. I don’t want people bothering me.” Damian groused.
“No, don’t do that! Then people will still think dragons are bad, and I won’t have any human friends.”
“Jon, I keep telling you, people don’t understand that dragons are good.”
“Then let’s change that!” Maya spoke up. “You talk like people can never change their minds! But I did! Kathy did! Make them see you for who you are, both of you. You should bring your family to meet Jon.”
“Out of the question! They would slay him on sight!”
Jon puffed up his chest. “As if they would have any chance, my fire breath can melt their weapons!”
“And burn them to a crisp!”
“Ah, right. That would be rude.”
“Ya think?!”
“But there must be something we can do!” Kathy proclaimed. “Maybe…. You’re a bard. You could write a song! Spread it around! Or a book, all about your life with Jon. Change people’s minds, then have him meet them.”
Jon’s tail swished. “I like collecting books. They’re so pretty.”
Damian sighed. “Things are fine as they are. Jon and I are happy. If we get caught up in this crusade to end human-on-dragon violence, we would become a target. I just want to be left alone.”
Jon sighed. “I really wish I could add you to my horde. I’d give you the nicest things, whatever you asked for.”
Damian shot him a glare. “And what would I tell my family?”
“You’ve got a secret boyfriend in the woods and you’re running away to escape homophobia, but you’ll be back to visit.”
“A secret boyfriend, who flies and finds me collectables.”
Jon nodded. “And who loves you very much.”
Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’ll still want to meet you.”
“I appreciate that you want to be left alone, but I can’t just let an injustice like this stand by. Dragons deserve to be respected! I am going to have to tell the King about this.” Kathy spoke decisively.
“I think it would help if a bard could eloquently communicate the situation.” Maya tried to convince Damian.
“Me, Eloquent? Please. I just like music. I hate talking to people.”
Maya frowned. “Alright, what if we take in Jon as a prisoner with you nearby to show that he’s harmless?”
“No. You can’t put him at risk like that. He’s the only thing that matters to me in this godforsaken world, I will not let you harm a scale on his hide.”
“Jesus Christ, who hurt you?”
“Damian just has these black moods a lot. Don’t you know anyone like that, who gets sullen for no good reason? The best thing is to just give him whatever he wants and stay by his side.”
“We’ll go alone. But we’ll tell him what we’ve learned.”
Damian sighed. “If you must, I cannot stop you.”
And so the two brave knights returned to their king, who went down in history as the ruler who united the humans and the dragons in harmony. Kept out of history were the two boys who started it all, as they just wanted to be left alone, and sing songs in the mountains.
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Hello there! I’m here to send in a matchup! so I hope you don’t mind anyways 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!
Fandom: I’d like a romantic male matchup for Jujustu Kaisen and MHA also I’m fine with a poly relationship too! My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD and im white, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.
personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), doesn’t shy away from conflict (a but combative with authority when people don’t know what they’re doing), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, coke and a little mean when upset at someone and a fun fact is that I can eat the most spiciest foods and not have a problem with it.
hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i make odecore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it
likes: vocaloid/utau, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, piercings/tattoos(I wanna get some tattoos!), cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.
dislikes: spiders, bitter food, nasty scents, hot weather, manipulation, toxic people, having to be responsible for others to much(I tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), people who don't talk with me a lot, feeling restricted, and over-possessiveness
I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius
misc: accidentally misused slang or phrases bc I can't remember how they usually go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand"), able to eland and pick up skills very quickly, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), i play the piano, bass /electric guitar and cello, prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, not to take life to seriously, and obsess over the past
appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT.
thank you and have a nice day!
(Hello I really hope you enjoy this, have a nice day/night!)
I match you with:
Itadori Yuji
- Due to his kind personality you’ll warm up to him quickly. When he realizes that you’re being shy he makes sure to not overwhelm you when you get to know him.
- He was shocked the first time you were verbally aggressive to someone but the shock didn’t last for long. He thinks it’s admirable to stand up for yourself.
- Sets up a contest for you, him, Megumi, and Nobara on who can eat the most spiciest food in a certain amount of time. You would probably win but Itadori would be in second place.
- You guys often binge watch animes or play games together.
- He thinks it’s really cool that you are a vocaloid producer and that you know so many languages, (y’all sometimes listen to your music while hanging out)
- He really likes to listen to you talk about all of your interests. He’s a good listener and remembers majority of what you say.
- Whenever it snows outside you guys will have intense snow fights. He’s really fast so good luck on winning.
- After he’s exhausted from all the training, the water bottles you bring are helpful to cool him off.
- When you are upset he’ll gift you some of your favorite things/drinks and try to cook/bake your favorite treats.
- He asks you to take a picture of you and him so that he can print it out and put it on his wall (or desk if he even has one)
- He loves your collections and art. He would want to try pottery out and try to make something.
Denki Kaminari
- He can be a bit loud sometimes and if you’re overwhelmed at first when meeting him he’ll tone it down a bit until you get warmed up to him.
- He admires your independence and hopes to be as independent as you.
- If someone provokes you and you’re being verbally aggressive to the person he would be on the sidelines hyping you up.
- If he reads a Manga that you also read and he doesn’t understand some of the storyline or anything he’ll go to you and see if you know about it.
- When he was first learning guitar, he goes to you for some tips.
- He introduces you to a lot of his friends (like Bakugou, Kirishima, Mina, Jiro, Sero, etc) he thinks y’all will get along really well.
- You guys are like a comedic duo in the classroom. Sometimes you guys pull pranks on some of your friends. One time he asked you to teach him some insults in some of the languages you know and y’all were making fun of Bakugou in front of his face while laughing y’all asses off.
- Whenever you’re upset and/or crying he tries to cheer you up the best he can by making you laugh.
- Teaches you the newest slang and phrases.
- You guys sometimes bake together during the holidays and it becomes a mess because he decides to stick his finger into the batter and put it on your face, causing a war.
Masterlist
#jjk matchups#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk itadori#yuji itadori#yuji x reader#itadori x y/n#mha matchups#mha x reader#mha x y/n#mha denki#denki kaminari#denki x reader#denki x y/n
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Hello there! I wanna request something if that’s cool! 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!
Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Jujustu Kaisen, Ninjago & MHA (For JJK I don’t want to be matched with any of the minors and for MHA I don’t want to be matched up with any of the girls)
My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD and im wasian (west-southeast asian and white), polish, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.
personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, when someone yells at me I’ll turn very cold and aggressive very fast
hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i can rap like MILLI, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it
likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, Christmas music/christmas in general, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.
I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius ♒️
misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, everytime I have a party there’s always dabke dancing and I take control of it all the time and it’s super fun!
appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT.
thank you so much! miłego dnia/lub nocy.
Hi Joey! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!
In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...
Gojo matches your extroverted energy flawlessly. But at the same time, everyone around is glad you’re there with your “chill dad friend” energy to combat his “chaotic wine aunt” vibes.
While he initially comes off as shallow, Gojo loves it when you get deep and philosophical. It gives him a chance to talk about serious topics that he otherwise wouldn’t get the chance to.
He feels like he can be himself when he’s with you and that means a lot to him.
Please speak different languages around him! He thinks it’s so cool. He’s convinced you’re always flirting with him, even if he has no clue what you’re really saying.
Feel free to mess with him in this regard. Say the most random and unhinged things in a flirtatious enough tone and he’s flirting back.
You can also occasionally switch it up and say something actually romantic just to keep him on his toes. He loves it!
Look at me and tell me this man isn’t a fan of vocaloid/k-pop/j-pop. He’s got his favourite songs but is always open to recommendations. He enjoys being able to dance around with you to his heart’s content.
In Ninjago, I match you with...
Jay’s another one who is fascinated by your ability to speak several languages. I feel like he only speaks English, and a tiny bit of Spanish that he learnt in high school.
You may need to find someone else if you want to have a deep philosophical conversation that is more than one-sided. But Jay is happy to listen if you’re happy to ramble.
He does his best to keep up with the conversation and will occasionally say something so profound, you may need to take a minute.
Skating dates! Jay is absolutely a skateboarder and he’s so happy you are as well. He enjoys clearing his head by going skating with you, somewhere out of the way so fans don’t bother you.
He also enjoys watching YouTube with you. He doesn’t really mind what you watch; he gets invested in anything and everything.
Jay loves your figurine and stuffed animal collection. He thinks it’s really cool. I can see him as someone who has a figurine collection of his own so he likes comparing what you each have. He’ll pick up new figurines of you when he’s out and has the time.
In My Hero Academia, I match you with...
Denki is absolutely a fan of vocaloid/k-pop/j-pop. He loves that type of music so much, especially the upbeat songs he can dance to.
Say anything in a different language and Denki is going to think you’re the smartest person on the planet. And then he’s running what you said through Google Translate so he knows what you said. The results are always interesting…
Much like Jay, I see Denki as someone who enjoys skateboarding. He likes being able to do cool tricks to impress you. Just make sure you take some Band-Aids.
When you go on skating dates, you’ll usually end up at a cafe somewhere. Denki’s also a fan of boba and he’s slowly working his way through the entire menu at his favourite boba place.
Loves playing games with you. Whether it’s tabletop RPGs, video games, or board games in general, he doesn’t mind.
He has a preference towards video games, but honestly, as long as he gets to spend time with you and have fun, he’s happy with anything.
#writing#fanfic#matchup#matchup request#request#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#ninjago#jay walker#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#denki kaminari
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congrats on 1k love!! can i please request a jane eyre with the racing guys? 🤗
i’m a third year in uni studying theoretical physics in London. i was born in france but im from algeria and a bunch of carribean islands.
im about 176cm tall if that has any impact on your ships. i have no idea what i want to do with my degree but i think i’ll do a masters then maybe a phd and just see where life takes me. i love all animals, even spiders and snakes but worms and chickens terrify me. like it’s a genuine fear.
unlike my entire family, i physically can not tan in the sun. i just burn and turn red even though my skin is already like olivey.
when i was younger i wanted to be a vet and a teacher but they i realised that im very sensitive as a person so i’d be awful at both the jobs so settled for ohysics as numbers won’t be able to upset me even if they cause a few mental breakdowns here and there.
im a very quiet person and i always keep to myself really. because of this im quite a sarcastic person and drop my fair share of self depriving jokes to the few people i’m around often which sounds very sad now i type it out🫠.
i speak 7 languages (french, spanish, berber, arabic, english, italian and swedish(learnt in that order)) so everyone tells me i should have studied linguistics. i took latin as well but it sounded too pretentious to say and i was awful at it so i dropped it even though i didn’t want to give up on it😭. but i’m trying to learn BSL and german for fun.
i am completely unable to tell my left and rights apart, even the making an L with your hand trick doesn’t work for me so even though i get good grades, i have zero common sense at all and i don’t know anyone more accident prone. i managed to injury my acl rowing. not in a boat but when i was cooling down in the machine.
i cant really think of much else to say about myself as i’m quite boring but i’m a theatre kid who can’t sing or dance or act but yeah
THANKS FOR EVEN READING THIS BRO I JUST RAMBLED ABOUT ANYTHING I COULD THINK OF
i ship you with: max verstappen! so so so supportive of your degree and career, no matter what decision you want to make. even through the numerous mental breakdowns, he’s right there by his side. all he’s known is formula one, so seeing someone pursue such a challenging degree inspires him so much. adores hearing you switch between languages, your abundance of knowledge always fascinates him. learns to sway you from sharp corners and anything you might stumble into — follows the sidewalk rule religiously.
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"Poverty drove my grandfather away from my country, but love brought me back to it." (1/3)
Today's story is about the revolutionary, internationalist comrade, colonel, and martyr, Antoun Jamil Slim Dawoud.
From Mexico to Palestine to Cuba, Antoun lived for revolution.
A son of the diaspora, he was born in Bogata, Colombia in 1909 to a family from Bethlehem. Revolutionary blood coursed through his veins. He fought against Americans in Mexico's Las Segovia battle, relocated to Honduras in 1932, and then to France and before moving to Palestine to fight and execute operations during the Arab revolt of 1936 with Abdulqader Al-Husseini. From there, he traveled to Cuba to fight alongside Che Guevara and Fidel Castro at the dawn of the Cuban revolution. Antoun followed Che to Bolivia, where the revolution continued, and Che fell as a martyr of the revolution. In his revolutionary life, Antoun met with Mao Zedong and Ho Chi Minh before his burial in Kuwait on this day in 1969, draped in a Palestinian flag. He was martyred as he was born: planning for the revolution.
Antoun's riveting story is one that competes with even the most astounding movie plots, but his life of revolution is as real as the struggles for which he fought.
Antoun was a pilot and a solider. In Mexico, he earned the rank of Captain due to his courage in the battle of the Las Segovia mountains, where he led machine gun squads. In Honduras two years later, he had founded a commercial airline.
Upon his return to his homeland, he first worked as a spy, since he told the immigration officer he was Jewish as soon as he got off the boat. He infiltrated the Palestine Mandate Police, where he worked as an agent for the revolutionaries. He would cover for them, help prisoners, and inform fighters of British plans. Despite hesitation due to his poor Arabic, Antoun joined the 1936 Revolution as it erupted, working as a spy within the comprador Palestine Police Force.
"Liberators of peoples must struggle within the lands they intend to liberate. Wars are not won from behind desks." (2/3)
Antoun learned the ins and outs of the American consulate, discovering through Haganah members that zionist political and military forces were under the command of the Jewish Agency. His plan was meticulous, crafted with precision to ensure he knew who would be present. Antoun slept in the consulate that night, keeping a close eye on American zionist soldiers. After secretly listening to meetings, he contacted Abdulqader Al-Husseini—he knew what had to be done.
Antoun passed through four Jewish checkpoints and two British ones. He planted barrel after barrel, tricking guards into thinking he was transporting American officers. They saw no one in the car. "Arab! Arab! Arab!" It was too late.
Antoun threw two bombs. Neither exploded. Undeterred, he drew two pistols and fired two shots, leaving an officer dead on the spot. He continued to hit soldiers, knowing time was running out and the explosives hadn't yet detonated. In a quick dash, Antoun rolled under a zionist armored vehicle and found himself on the main street, quickly moving to safety.
Boom. The Jewish Agency was turned to rubble under the force of Antoun's explosives. He had succeeded in destroying a booby-trapped fortress of zionist documents guarded by Haganah death squads. 250 tons of explosives had been detonated in front of the American consul, for whom he worked as a driver. 40 zionists were killed and 40 more were injured, with damage extending as far as the Jerusalem Post.
Antoun left safely, pistols loaded. He slyly told some zionist guards it was the British who had blown up the building.
He was not done yet. His fight was not over.
A lifelong struggle. (3/3)
From Yaffa to Al-Quds then onto Bethlehem. Back to Al-Quds. Antoun was home. He was in Palestine, fighting for her liberation. He accomplished what he set out to do. After the operation, he went to Areeha, then Nablus, where he ate some knafeh. His journey led him to Birzeit to meet commander Abdulqader.
Antoun was forced to leave home yet again because of risks to his life. However, he carried the sprit of struggle with him until his end. After the Nakba, he traveled to Cuba in 1950, becoming part of the first cell of the incipient and victorious Cuba revolution with Che Guevara and Fidel Castro. A specialist in guerilla warfare, Antoun accompanied Guevara to Bolivia in the 1960s.
He made several visits to Vietnam and China, conducting interviews with revolutionary leaders in Asia, particularly Mao Zedong. After a long journey in struggle, he returned once again to his homeland. There, he chose to join the PFLP under Dr. George Habash's leadership, because he believed in the value of its scientific socialist approach.
After the 1967 Naksa, Antoun planned a major operation with the PFLP to deal a severe blow to the zionist entity. Fate had other plans, and his time ended before his wish could be realized.
While visiting family in Kuwait, Antoun completed his tour of revolution and passed away, but his story lives. And the revolution lives, fueled by stories of courage like Antoun's. From Colombia to Cuba, from Bethlehem to Yaffa, from homeland to global struggle, Antoun's story is unbounded by borders and indelibly etched in the history of revolution.
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All's Fair
A/N Dear gentle reader, I would not start a new story. But this came to my head, and I had to get it out. This will be a short story but with our favorite people. I credit anyone who has had this story before. @ladymeraud
AO3
She sits on the stern of the ship as it makes its way across the English Channel heading to England and the Evac Hospital that awaits her. How did she end up here? She wanted to be a botanist, not a nurse in the middle of a bloody war! Would Geillis be sent to Paris and her Uncle Lamb back to Egypt?
It was those thoughts that made her legs waver and had Geillis sitting her down and running to fetch water for her. She fears being alone, like she almost was at five, when her parents passed.
A boating accident whilst they were on vacation took their lives. Luckily, for her, she was at their cabin on Loch Lomond, with her nanny when it happened.
Her uncle was called, by her nanny. She recalled him coming from Egypt, where he served as a curator for the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. He packed her bags up and they moved to Egypt.
Her uncle worked with a long time friend, Yussef. Yussef’s mum became a type of second mum to her. Nubia took care of her and her Uncle Lamb.
She spent as many hours at Nubia’s house as she does her and Uncle Lamb ‘s. There she learns Egyptian and Farsi. She teaches her to cook and clean, how to sew and embroider. Claire learns the Egyptian stitch, which she makes into chains that become blankets. It is a skill that Nubia learned from her own great-grandmother.
As the years went on, Claire realizes that Uncle Lamb and Yussef are more than good friends. It doesn’t bother her.
Uncle Lamb was offered a position on a research project that took him to Mexico and South America. Though Nubia offered to look after Claire, Uncle Lamb took her with him. There she added Portuguese and Spanish to her vocabulary. While in Argentina, a bit of German, as well.
When they made it back to Egypt, Nubia continues her education, teaching her about plants and their many uses. That is when Claire decided she wanted to be a botanist.
When she turns fifteen, Uncle Lamb moves them to England so she can take her tests and finish her education at Oxford. She is admitted to Oxford University at sixteen. Her uncle takes a job as a Professor of History. They keep in touch with Yussef and Nubia through letters written in Arabic, which Claire writes and speaks well.
Her thoughts of the past are interrupted when Geillis returns with the water. They are almost at London and the waiting Evac Hospital. Her thoughts turn from the past to the future and her boyfriend, Frank.
They meet at Oxford, in the one class she didn’t test out of, history. He pursued her desperately. They went on two dates but, she wasn’t in love with him and had given thought to contact him before the accident.
She was in the middle of finishing her schooling. Hitler and the Nazis were making more and more noise in Europe. A war was inevitable. Claire understood that a botanist wasn’t needed but a nurse was. She changed course and went after her nursing degree at the John Radcliffe. By September of 1938, the Nazis were bombing England. Though war hadn’t been officially declared, it was only a matter of time. Claire is ready as an official nurse.
Geillis comes and asks if she is ready to move downstairs, to their room, as night falls. Two strong men help Geillis carry her down and get her settled. She dreams of her Uncle Lamb.
In January of 1939, on the cusp of war, they start gathering doctors and nurses, taking them to the ports ready to head to France. Frank went with her to the train station. Before she climbs onboard, he slips a ring on her finger.
“A promise ring, Claire. A promise that, when you return, we will be married.”
Internally, she is rolling her eyes. He isn’t the man for her but, right now, he is the only person in her life. She enters the train and a whole new world.
Getting to France was easier then they thought, as the Nazis had yet to start bombing the coastlines.
Once they arrived in La Herve, they debarked the boats and were sent by trucks towards the new hospitals that are being set up to attend to British and French wounded.
#my wrtitng#outlander fanfic#ladymeraud and i's latest#new story.#all's fair#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom
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…I love flowers I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven there’s nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying there’s no God I wouldn’t give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why don’t they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because they’re afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they don’t know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a woman’s body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldn’t answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didn’t know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the Jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharans and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
James Joyce
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Any Tardif backstory ideas? The existing info leaves a lot of room for fanons
You'd have enjoyed the discussion we had a few days ago in the Vestal's Secret discord, anon. Mostly we discussed Tardif's national and ethnic origin (for the purposes of this post I will just use real life terms instead of "the DD equivalent of blablabla" because it's easier).
His helmet is very reminiscent of the Gjermundbu (Norway), Broe (Gotland), Vendel and Valsgärde (Sweden) helmets. I mean look at this. Now, Tardif is a French name, so when this came up I immediately thought of the Normans: the region was invaded by Scandinavians and it became a mixed Gallo-Frank/Norse culture.
But since I really enjoy cyn's and casper's portrayal of him as Arab or part-Arab, I came up with this little idea that Tardif's dad was a Norman mercenary acting in the Mediterranean (historically they settled there too!) and meeting his mom. Eventually this small lady gets up in this absolute brick shithouse's boat and tells him to sail because she decided he's taking her home and dude was into that.
I see them as the sort of couple that sounds romantic when you describe it but in practice are a mess because they were too young, barely spoke each other's language and only had one braincell between them. Eventually, Tardad dies in battle, leaving the home situation more complicated. I believe he has siblings, I don't know why, I just don't see him as a single kid.
He'd have grown up learning basic tactics and how to use the axe, which were the main skills he took with him when he decided to bail and strike out on his own. I see him starting off with mundane mercenary work, preferring stuff like bodyguard duty to open battles and raids. Slowly he gets mixed with the wrong lot, makes underworld connections that are profitable and *sound* reliable...
Then he gets stabbed in the back. Hard. "How did this dude come out alive holy shit"-hard. It's a moment in which not only he realizes people have turned on him, but the ones that didn't are too scared to help him and will still sell him out to save their skin. Needless to say, man's paranoid after that. I also think he may have searched and killed a few guys down as a way to protect himself at first, before he realized 1. this could be his new gig 2. it sends a message to the big crime bosses that he's coming for them next 3. he really, really enjoys hunting people down.
There you have it, my notes on Tardif's potential backstory so far!
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Arthurian Lawrusso AU concept
The magus came from the East, which he knew, and from the past, which he had only realized lately. It wasn't his fault that he was from the past; someone in his village in Japan had cast a spell to keep the gunships of Matthew Perry from ever influencing its world, and time had turned around obligingly.
When the young Miyagi had sailed away on his own fishing boat a few days later, space and time had mixed themselves up in his path. He went backwards in time through China, then spent untold centuries in monasteries in India and Tibet. The monasteries turned back to uncut stones around him and then bare mountains, and he made it to the Arabic world just in time for the Islamic Golden Age. Alchemy and ancient knowledge were everywhere to be had.
But there were also cruel pale knights whose armor hid their faces, and he knew that nothing could last, and the height of an empire was dwindling. He moved to Greece to find where the ancient knowledge had come from and found none of it, and then to Rome which had fallen and risen again and remembered nothing yet. He was aging, but slowly, and could not understand how one man could outlast empires.
The seat of the Holy Roman Empire was not in Rome, but in the lands far north of it, where the winter was cold and the faces were paler than Miyagi was used to. They did not call him Miyagi; the way people pronounced his name had changed, and he had gone from that to Meradi, then Merani over time. Now Merani became Meerin, then Merin. His skin had become darker in the Arabian and Italian sun, and now he wondered if it grew paler in the cloudy North, or if people only saw wrinkles and his long beard and nothing more.
In the mainland, they spoke of King Arthur. A champion of God and the glory of the Grail, the greatest warrior to ever live, a king of great wisdom because of his humble beginnings as a foundling squire. Farther west in France, they spoke less of his piety, and more of the way Queen Guinevere and Launcelot the Ill-Made Knight had betrayed him in their love affair. They spoke of his own early affair with the witch Morgan LeFay, and how their child Mordred doomed Camelot, the castle that Arthur had created.
And they called Miyagi Merlin, the name of a small but vicious bird of prey. The name stuck after that. It was the way he fought, the quick attacks right at the vulnerable heart of his unlucky foe.
He went west to Ireland to the monasteries there, great centers of learning and art. They spoke of how Arctorius, "the bear warrior," had been the last Roman leader in Wales, and they hastened to add that he was a good Christian Roman and not one of the paganii who sacrificed to Jupiter. When the first Roman Empire had crumbled to the heathen Germanii, believers in Tyr and Odin, they could no longer protect their British colonies. Arctorius had organized his own people in defense against the warriors from the untamed North, who worshipped dark faeries like the baby-eating Crom Cruach and the dreaded Morrigan, queen of madness and death. He had helped to civilize Britian and create the new Holy Roman Empire.
The now-named Merlin went to Wales. Here Arthur was not a Christian, but a human who defied the faery gods to steal their cauldron of plenty from the heavens. He had three wives named Gwenifer, and his best knight was his blood-brother Kai rather than the French Launcelot. And he was a reluctant lover of the Morrigan, the great warrior-queen, mage, and seer goddess of the land. She chose the land's king by taking him as bridegroom, and he had been loath to betray his human partners by making them second to a god.
When he asked where Arthur had come from, they told him of the Isle of Avalon, where his body had been carried back to rest and from whence he would rise again when the land had need of him. And when he asked who had made that prophecy, they said it was the king's mentor, a seer and bard called Myrddin. And when Merlin told them his name, they could not help but pronounce it in the way of the name of the bard.
So the man who had once been Miyagi, from 1853, traveled back over a thousand years to find his destiny, and once again he set out on a fishing boat across the waters towards it.
When he reached the island, the world spun the way it had when he had left the tiny island off the coast of Okinawa that had been his home. He had not understood it the last time, but now he had meditated and learned enough about the universe that he knew time was righting itself again.
And on the Isle of Avalon, there was a boy named Arthur. He was a foundling, and Arthur was his nickname -- his real name was Daniel. He had been nicknamed Arctorius by Kay, the son of Lord Laurence, ruler of the castle of Laurencelot. The Laurence family were Anglo-Saxon invaders, Daniel a native Welshman, and the name had come about because he'd fought "like Beowulf the bear-berserker" when Kay and his friends had tried to use him for sport.
The old wanderer with many names offered to help the once and future king learn to fight, and settled into his place in the story. It would spool out again in waves that traveled in time and space outwards, but now it would have him in it.
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Hey, it's me again😂 You know, I always liked the couple Nihad and Peyker, even though they are pretty much in the background compared to the other "couples" of the stories. While there might have been indications that Nihad might have been a creep to Bihter, I always interpreted Bihter's "fear" of him as if he was too "keen on morals", so she felt ashamed as he is the only male "relative" she has before marrying Adnan. I hate the scene in the book where Behlûl flirts with Peyker, but in this scene I always see that Peyker loves her husband, but doesn't mind joking. While Firdevs Hanım says that Nihad might leave his wife soon, I think that she cannot accept her daughters to be happy, so it's wishful thinking for me. I truly think they love each other. What do you think of them?
@pileofsith suggested that Bihter’s reticence towards Nihat might be caused by her own attraction towards him, which is an interpretation I like since it could be read as foreshadowing of her attraction towards Behlül. She is later jealous of Peyker for having married a younger, presumably attractive man. Her thoughts regarding Nihat are negative, but that might be her trying to control the attraction she feels. He might also be a creep, but I think there is enough ambiguity there.
Bihter seems to think that he is a creep in the last chapter of the novel, but Bihter always thinks that everyone is judging her, her perception of what others think of herself can be excessively negative:
“So he was going, too. What was Bihter to do? She saw Beşir come out of the corridor, and slowly ascend the steps. She fancied that as he passed, he was looking at her with a deep and vicious pleasure. She would find this expression in every face from now on. Even in her mother, even in her sister, even in her brother-in-law – that man with eyes that always forced her to lower her own; what foul significance would this look take on from him.”
(Chapter 22)
I do lean towards Nihat being a bit creepy, but we don’t have any concrete evidence of that. He doesn’t do anything on the page, and he is actually eager for Bihter to marry Adnan and to leave the house.
The book is kind of snobbish towards Nihat. He is decidedly middle class and from the provinces (Bihter theorizes that he learned his poor French from the beer houses in Salonica). He is a bit of an upstart. At the start of the book Bihter thinks that he had only married into her family to have access to the elite circles of Istanbul, which makes sense. As a young presumably respectable bachelor he was willing to marry a girl from a family as ill reputable as Firdevs Hanım’s. But then, Bihter also later thinks in her despair that Peyker’s is a pure love marriage full of love-making, so Bihter’s perception skews according to whether she herself values class or love more at the moment.
The book does judge Nihat for being an upstart. He wants Bihter to marry Adnan Bey to be the relation of such a rich respectable man. His only lengthy speech in the novel is the weird kitsch project he proposes to Adnan Bey at the picnic:
“Further away, by the river bank, Nihat Bey, stretching out an arm, was drawing a map of his visions in the air for Adnan Bey.
‘I don’t know,’ he was saying, ‘whether you can picture the river with the things I want to do? I believe giving the river a little depth will suffice in order to avail ourselves of the waters of the sea. Then place in here itty bitty steamboats, elegant gondolas, a specimen of all the variety of boats special to nations all over the world, and make this a little gallery of ships. Place on the banks, kiosks from China, India, Persia, Japan; for instance, over there, an Arab palace lost among some date palms, over there a pagoda in the midst of banana trees, on one side a Venetian palazzo with a gondola docked at its edge… It will be as if this river is a show of the splendours of the east and the west, the north and the south, shifting from colour to colour with the shadows of these various things as it flows. As an electric omnibus runs along its banks, an ether balloon should rise up and look out over the Bosphorus, over Istanbul, over the Golden Horn, the islands, and Marmara. If you wish, add to this an elephant with an itty bitty kiosk on its back, a palanquin on the shoulders of barefoot Indians, or an Arabian mahmal, a sleigh pulled by reindeer, and I don’t know what else, something from every corner of the world. Then you can call this place a pleasure garden, and your ladies, your children…’
While Adnan Bey listened to this ornate dream with a patient smile on his lips, Göksu was flowing by as if with a mocking murmur, dragging the splashes of its wavelets along. Its dirty waters shone with the denseness of a rusty mirror in the August sunshine that poured onto it.”
(Chapter 7)
There is clear mockery of his vision there. Overall I don’t think that the novel is overly kind to Nihat.
Him and Peyker as a couple… I don’t know. I don’t think that we know enough about Nihat to determine whether it is a healthy loving marriage. It probably is, there isn’t really any evidence to the contrary, they clearly have an active sex life, and Peyker is clearly fond of her husband. He also has enough strength of personality to deal with Firdevs Hanım’s caprices. I definitely think that the thought of him leaving Peyker and their children is completely nonsensical wishful thinking by Firdevs Hanım.
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Monuments of the Past
We docked as Aswan during an known moment in the middle of the night. I certainly was not awake for it, although the water in our room temporarily halted and I had to find an alternate method to wash my hands. Thankfully in Egypt, bottled water is aplenty and the only real way to stay hydrated. Anything straight from the tap would be detrimental to both guts and stomach.
Heading back to sleep, I was rudely awoken by an early morning wake-up call and rolled out of bed around 3:15AM in the morning as we needed to drive down to Abu Simbel Temple. Of course, by then, the toilet to the room I shared with Popo were constantly flushing and I was required to find a fix to the problem. I managed it. Somehow. But I can’t say how or why what I did helped. All I know is that it was fixed and we were ready to head down to Abu Simbel.
From Aswan, Abu Simbel was almost a four hour drive, made more complicated by the fact that the roads were filled with other large coaches, all needing to pass through a police check point.
It was almost 9AM by the time we pulled up at the temple and listened once more to the exploits of King Ramesses II, from how he defeated the Hittites, even though he was vastly outnumbered, to his vainglorious display of his love for his wife. After all, the small temple at Abu Simbel had been built in her honour.
What we didn’t get to learn, although I did hastily duck inside the visitor centre to read it just as we were leaving, was that the Abu Simbel we saw was not the original Temple in its original location. After the Nile was dammed and a lake formed in the 1960s (more information will be revealed in a future post), the original Abu Simbel was at threat of being flooded. Egyptian authorities requested the assistance of UNESCO to help move the ancient site out of harm’s way.
And thus, Abu Simbel was able to remain standing and frequented by tourists.
After drinking my fill of both the large Temple that was Ramesses II’s attempt to say that he was as strong as the midday sun (his statue was placed in the centre between the morning Ra and the afternoon Ra), as well as the Small Temple (although the line was so incredibly long), I started to make my way to the meeting point that our guide had indicated. That was until my hat flew off!
Sill me attempted to stop my hat but had forgotten that I was still holding a hefty water bottle in my left hand. As such, I managed to bludgeon myself with a mighty blow. There was no blood but it still hurt like the Dickens. And, of course, the blow sent me into a panicked anxiety-fuelled spiral. There I was, in the middle of Abu Simbel, wondering if I had suffered extensive brain damage, concussion or possible memory loss.
Let it be known, dear readers, that sometimes it doesn’t pay to read too many articles about sport-related head injuries and their consequences. While a little bump to the noggin can lead to long-term health complications if you’re unlucky, not every light tap will. And even if it did, well, there sin’t much I can do about it now, is there? The deed is done. Just learn to be careful for next time? Or live in a protective bubble!
Regardless, despite my best attempts to stay awake on the drive back to Aswan (for fear of concussion), the comforting rocking of the coach and the early start to the day had me falling asleep in mere minutes.
Once we arrived back at the Jaz Celebrity cruise ship, I had a quick lunch and barely any rest before boarding a sail boat to enjoy a lazy afternoon on the waters of the Nile river.
We then boarded ANOTHER vessel whilst on the water and headed to a distant Nubian village. And what a sight it was! The settlement was a myriad of different colours and the locals rode around on camels and motor vehicles alike. They also kept crocodiles in their own houses.
It should also be noted that the Nubians also have their own spoken language. After learning my numbers and the Arabic alphabet (which I promptly forgot soon afterwards), we also learned how to say them in basic Nubian (which I also forgot). Afterwards, we enjoyed some tea and snacks at a local Nubian house, which was just as colourful as the other buildings we had seen. But instead of traditional floorboards or carpet, the Nubians liked to coat their floor with sand.
As some of the tour members rested, including my grandmother, I and a few of the others left to wander the streets. I even bought a simple dress for my mother at a local stall before we returned to our cruise ship by motor boat.
Later, my grandmother was able to celebrate her birthday according to the lunar calendar and we all enjoyed some cake!
And so ended our third last day in Egypt. It was hard to believe that our time in this land of ancient mysteries was finally coming to an end.
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September 10th 1771 saw the birth of Mungo Park at Foulshiels, near Selkirk.
Mungo Park was the seventh child of a well-to-do farmer. He was apprenticed to a local surgeon and undertook medical studies in Edinburgh. With a medical diploma and a desire for fame and fortune, Park set off for London, and through his brother-in-law, William Dickson, a Covent Garden seedsman, he got his opportunity. He was introduced to Sir Joseph Banks, a famed English botanist and explorer who had circumnavigated the world with Captain James Cook.
A life of adventure appealed to him, so he volunteered his services to the "African Association", a scientific organization dedicated to the exploration of the interior of West Africa.
At the time of Mungo's first journey, the interior of the continent of Africa was entirely unknown, due to very difficult traveling conditions and the lack of navigable rivers. According to the natives, it was said that a great river, called the Niger flowed between the Gulf of Guinea and the Sahara, but it was not known whether it flowed east or west, or whether it joined with any other rivers.
The mouth of the Niger, in modern Nigeria, formed a delta so broad and marshy that it was not recognized as the mouth of a great river. The natives claimed that the Niger was a major trading route and there were stories of wealthy and mysterious cities on it, such as Timbuktu, that no white man had ever seen. The idea of exploring the region was very intriguing, but the climate was so deadly and the traveling conditions so difficult, no white man had succeeded in penetrating the area.
After becoming acclimated to the region, Mungo set out with a small group of native guides from the Gambia river, one of the few navigable rivers in Africa. From that point, they journeyed on land, and succeeded in reaching the Niger near its western source. He followed its course over 300 miles to the east before returning over much of the same route he had come.
His three year journey was fraught with difficulties and dangers and he was imprisoned and nearly perished on several occasions. The full story of his travels was captured in his book, Travels in the Interior of Africa, which became on his return an immediate best-seller.
After four years back in Scotland Mungo agreed to return to Africa with the purpose of following the Niger all the way to its mouth, he proposed to learn Arabic, the language of trade in the region. On his second journey he traveled with a large party including both Europeans and natives.
The second journey proved to be a disaster since it was far more difficult to travel with a large group than a small one. Many of the Europeans became sick and died, the natives were hostile to the large, armed group, and provisions were more difficult to come by. Within a year a large number of the party had died, and Mungo's last communication was dated near the end of 1805.
Some time afterward the story was told of Mungo's fate. He and the remaining group had reached the Niger and successfully traveled many miles by boat. Eventually there boat was lost in the rapids, and they were attacked by unfriendly natives. Only a single native guide survived the journey.
You can read the whole story with full details of how he met his end here https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Mungo_Park
Pics include his statue in Selkirk and Monument to him at Jebba , Kwara State, Nigeria
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Once upon a time I was teaching in Palestine. My Arabic wasn't very good (i was barely a couple months into learning) and it felt very isolating as I hadn't made real Palestinian friends yet. New job feels, am i right?
So anyway i found the other queer people in my workplace and we were cooking together, having tea and coffee and hookah, and it came up what our queer awakenings were
One bi girl told us as a kid she would get on the paddleboats at her local putt-putt golf place and would just circle this statue of a mermaid with huge tits until her parents were like SWEETIE YOU HAVE TO COME IN AND GIVE THE OTHER KIDS A GO ON THE PADDLE BOATS! and that story always cracked me up.
It took 3 years for me to have the Gay Realisation that oh right! I have a story of my own! You see, I grew up in USA's West during the Girl Power era of feminism. So part of our curriculum was learning about the insanely whitewashed gold rush and insanely white washed missions. We had a speaker come in and tell us about this wagon driver in the late 1800s. He was the best wagon driver around etc. etc. [link to wiki] who "turned out, upon inspection after death was actually a woman!"
And I remember thinking 'Wow, I could do that. I could jsut disappear, not have any close friends or family, and get really good at my job if I was a man' In fact the story resonated so hard that in my child-mind i thought we went over it ALL THE TIME but in fact I'd just latched on to it, and they'd brought it up a whopping twice in three years (once as a reading, once with a speaker coming in and talking about him)
It's just wild the things our kid brains do with the information we're given. I was in a hyperconservative area so trans people? did not exist to me. But being a 'secret woman' who was 'seen as a man'? oh baby that *fucked*
So anyway just some oversharing/trans reflections for your day. Shabbat shalom, y'all!
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