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ineffectualdemon · 6 months

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Okay one thing I keep see coming up when people say that the genocide of Palestinians is bad is demands of what those same people think the solution to the Palestine/Israeli territory issue should be

"what do you want the Israeli people to do?"

"where do you think they should go?"

"how do you think the country should be run?"

And why?

I mean the reason is to make you feel guilty and worried about the other side but also it doesn't make sense to me to ask really because it's not like you want an actual answer (my autism may be showing here)

Look it should be universally understood that no one is allowed to commit genocide

No one gets to do genocide! Genocide is bad!

That should be a universal and uncontroversial belief

But like how to effectively solve the underlying issue so everyone is happy?

Idk

I'm a nobody ex-christian who grew up in the States and moved to England as an adult

I'm not Israeli or Palestinian

I'm not Jewish or Muslim

Hell, I've never even visited the area

I am not a politician or involved in politics in anyway

My knowledge of world politics is very limited

This is not my field of expertise and I'm looking at this issue decades and decades after it became an issue

So no I don't have any solutions and it's weird that you would want me to come up with any

And even if by a miracle I came up with the perfect solution...what good would it do? Who would listen to me?

I have, objectively, no power to get any plan implemented and if it did it would be rightly resented by the people who live in the area in question

So asking me how I think the government should be run or how to share the territory or how any repartition should work is kinda silly

The only thing I know with conviction is genocide is never the answer because it is never ok to commit genocide

That's an easy answer that every single person on earth should agree on always and it's fucking upsetting that that's not the case

So yes I can with confidence call out the genocide happening in Gaza while at the same time not having any clue how the conflict behind this heinous crime against humanity can be solved

And that doesn't mean I think the Israeli people should all be deported and/or killed. Genocide is bad remember.

I just don't have any answers other than that and you wouldn't want me to anyway

#palestine #gaza

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hell-heron · 1 year

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Love Interests and TWOW/ADOS speculation - Why Tyrion And Sansa Make Sense To Me

I've been wanting to make a contribution to the Sanrion fandom for so long, but I can't do anything artistically and only write once in a blue moon, my only real fandom skill is rambling. So, rambling time!

1) The Original Outline

Yeah, I know. I know, sorry. In the original outline, Tyrion is controversially involved in a love triangle with Arya and Jon. I'm not interested in the notion that GRRM repartitioned this love triangle amongst the Stark sisters or anything of that kind, nor in the idea that nothing actually changed from it. I think it's most likely that Jon and Daenerys will be romantically involved, and that Bran and Arya will see the completion of their relationships with their secondary love interests in the epilogues/ADOS, though that obv can only be a theory. What do I find relevant, then? That

1) Tyrion is said to befriend Sansa. While their nonconsensual marriage has its sweetness and they think comparatively fondly of one another considering the terrible situation, they can't be said to be developing a friendship in canon. That might be for the future! Still, it is very interesting to think how that may have happened. It Is possible that Sansa died in the original outline (no, its never actually mentioned, contrary to popular opinion, its only implied her baby is killed) but clearly she lives long enough to bitterly rue her choices, and it seems to be implied Tyrion befriends Sansa before he does Arya by the wording. Was this friendship developed in facing the horrors of the court and the issue of their conflicting loyalties together? Was it an important part of Tyrion's choice to defect, after having gone so far for his family as to burn Winterfell? There's so much room for speculation.

2) On a meta level, GRRM explicitely parallels them here as his grayest protagonists, the most conflicted and hardest to love. They both have sweeter journeys in the finished canon, but I think the intention was the same, and for me, the execution sealed the deal splendidly.

2) Fondness

Tyrion and Sansa have every reason in the world not to be fond of one another, but they are. Supposing that their marriage did not happen just because GRRM didn't know how to occupy valuable writing space in ASOS, the purpose must be to make them hate one another or to grow closer: they very clearly do not hate one another.

Tyrion is protective of Sansa over and over before and after they are wed, he's kind to her at Joffrey's nameday tourney, is interested in her wellbeing after the dissolution of her betrothal to Joffrey, protects her when Joffrey has her beaten for Robb's victory, puts himself at risk to avoid her a bedding ceremony, and does his best over and over to ease her suffering during their marriage, independently of whether he succeeeds. Often, though not always, he's also quite self aware and understanding of the fact Sansa is mistrustful and not overtly appreciative of his kindness, in a world where people are always wanting Sansa to be "grateful and obedient". Even at his bitterest and more pissed at Sansa, he protects her in his testimony about Joffrey's murder. These repeated instances are not needed for us to know that Tyrion is kind and fond of children, we've already been shown that very well. This is so obvious it hardly bears repeating, and this is a Sansa Month meta, so let's see Sansa's more subtle fondness.

We see in Sansa's thoughts once she's free and able to collect herself that she is, in fact, grateful to Tyrion's actions. He was kind to her. He protected her from Joffrey, not Littlefinger. She immediately protests his innocence of Joffrey's murder to Littlefinger. She finds herself wanting to tell Lysa that he was kind, but having to say he "had whores" instead, much like she was forced over and over again to dissimulate her loyalty to her traitor mother and brother.

We even have this pretty damning quote

Moreover, even when Sansa is desperately trying to be as unengaged as possible in the marriage and not attract attention in any way as she waits her chance to escape, she does have an interest in caring for Tyrion as a wife. She tried to curb his drinking on their wedding night in a way I don't think is out of self-preservation, because I don't think she would consider him being slightly drunker while he's already sloshed to be a greater danger to her than him being pissed because she dared contradict him, based on her experience. She is apprehensive about him confronting Joffrey again, she wishes to dance with him at their wedding, and she shows an interest in what he'll wear to Joffrey's wedding even though she knows she'll be peacing out right after it! It doesn't really reflect on her in anyway! Yet it's a role that comes quite instinctive to her. It's painful to see a 12 year old feel the need to do that, but it is how she as a very traditional person expressed her feelings.

Obviously these are sweet nuggets in a very bitter sea. Sansa and Tyrion in the books are sadly two people who don't trust each other, who hit on each other's negative baggage quite heavily, who have no wish to hurt one another, yet they do basically everytime they talk because of a situation they have more or less been forced in. Yet it's a dynamic GRRM thrives on and it's something that works as extremely shippy for me.

3) Endgame Desires

I'm someone who doesn't give that much thought to TWOW/ADOS, as someone who's bad at predictions and doesn't have too much hope for them to ever come. However I've developed the idea that Sansa's ultimate return will be to a rebuilt King's Landing. For Arya and Sansa to me the most significant place will be the one where they started their journey, where they quite literally poured their blood and tears and knew intimately in the darkest details and that shaped them as people before they even had agency enough to enbark on their developmental journeys in Braavos and the Vale. So I'm enamored with the idea that both will return to Winterfell, but ultimately Arya shall be lady of Harrenhal or anyhow have an important role in the Riverlands, and Sansa will come back to court not as a pawn but as a player once she has been given back the sense of home and safety and belonging she lost.

It's very widely theorized and foreshadowed that Tyrion will be Dany's hand and that Dany may be the endgame ruler, there's no need of my rambling for that. What struck me recently is how Sansa has been in the later books given an arc heavily antiparallel to the tragic story of her aunt Lysa, who before she was the lady of the Eyrie was the Hand's wife. Sansa's journey is paralleled-with-a-twist to hers in many ways (notably her making many of the mistakes Lysa made as a child and seemingly going towards mending them as an adult) and it would be satisfying to me to see her take up this role in a way that allows her to reach, unlike Lysa, real political and cultural agency in the environment of court intrigue that is to her most natural.

This would be a role of particular responsibility and influence, of course, in a court that lacks a Queen consort, perhaps because there is, you know a queen regnant instead 🤭 Dany and Sansa are Cersei's closest foils, and it would be so satisfying to see two "younger and beautiful queens" take up the role which she despised and the role which she failed at, that of chief lady and patroness of the court and that of ruling queen, and be so much better at them than she was.

4) Small things in common and foreshadowings

We know from Tyrion's bitter memories of Tysha that he enjoys

1) a girl who sings

2) blue eyes in which you can drown

3) this banter about the need or lack thereof of highborn people to be able to make their own fire, which i suppose there's a different attitude to in the North but it struck me

During their wedding, Sansa stands in defiance when Tyrion attempts to cloak her, but does kneel for the kiss, maybe foreshadowing refusal of him as a Lannister but acceptance as a person.

They both have their actions uncredited during the Battle of Blackwater, but they also both have a moment of not underestimating the other where everyone else does:

I think they genuinely just want similar things in life? In ASOS, they both have some of the loveliest passages about yearning for children and domesticity of the whole series. They enjoy city life and luxury and books and the pleasures of the table. Though Sansa is so new to it, they're both energized and intellectually gratified by feeling they get people's motivation and are on the top of the intrigue. They also get some parallel descriptions of their skill:

Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils.

"The Boltons skin their enemies." Jaime remembered that much about the northman. Tyrion would have known all there was to know about the Lord of the Dreadfort, but Tyrion was a thousand leagues away, with Cersei.

They both have very complex ways of processing trauma that it would be very long to write about, but it breaks my heart how they both describe it in similar ways:

Finally, I think its very interesting that Seasons of My Love is given to us as the leitmotive of Tyrion's love life, yet the verse about sunset-colored hair never happens in his chapters... Yet? 🤭

#sansamonth2023 #sanrion #op #i def forgot some things lol. ive just been rotating this for months and its so self indulgent in all the little details. it was nice to #embrace that fandom tradition

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alexar60 · 9 months

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Puzzle

La brocante occupait tout le quartier. Il y avait tellement de monde que Maël n’arrivait pas à avancer. Lui qui détestait les brocantes, il devait la traverser pour rentrer chez lui. Il marchait lentement, trop lentement, au pas des visiteurs en quête d’un achat débile. Par moment, il regardait le ciel en se demandant quel crime avait-il commis pour mériter cela. Le temps semblait long alors que d’habitude, la distance était courte, très courte.

Soudain, Il s’arrêta subitement. Ses yeux fixèrent une image sur une boite. Elle attirait Maël comme un pot de miel sur une mouche. Il approcha du stand tenu par un homme âgé d’une soixantaine d’années. Malgré le temps automnal, il portait un débardeur blanc. Le jeune homme s’attarda sur la boite. L’image représentait une partie d’un tableau du peintre Jérôme Bosch. Plus précisément l’Enfer.

Il est complet. Il est à vous pour cinq euros.

Maël ne regarda pas le vendeur. Il demeurait obnubilé par l’image des corps subissant mille tortures au milieu d’instruments de musique. Il sortit son portefeuille et sans chercher à négocier, donna la somme convenue. Puis il partit, le puzzle sous le bras, en marchant au rythme de la foule toujours lente. Derrière lui, l’homme en marcel marmonna quelques mots : « Content de m’en être débarrassé ».

Lorsqu’il entra dans son appartement, il posa la boite sur la table basse, avant d’aller sur son ordinateur pour lire et répondre à quelques mails professionnels. Ce n’est qu’après le diner qu’il se souvint du puzzle. Le jeune homme regarda la boite en se demandant pourquoi avoir acheté cette chose, surtout qu’il n’aimait pas les puzzles. C’est trop chiant, trop pénible. Cela demande énormément de patience et même s’il ne contenait que 600 pièces, il ne le ferait jamais. Cependant, le dessin de Bosch l’intriguait. Il le regarda une nouvelle fois, observa quelques détails morbides, une flute dans un rectum, un démon dévorant un homme... Il se sentit hypnotisé par le puzzle quand une sonnerie retentit. Dès lors, il oublia la boite sur la table basse et rejoignit quelques amis l’attendant dans la rue.

A son retour, quelle ne fut pas sa surprise de découvrir la boite ouverte. En effet, le couvercle était posé à côté de la boite, ainsi que deux morceaux comme si quelqu’un avait commencé le puzzle. Maël fouilla son logement à la recherche d’individus, mais il ne trouva personne ni ne découvrit d’infraction. Dès lors, il s’assit dans son canapé et observa le jeu. Il prit le couvercle, regarda le tableau avant de le reposer. Par curiosité, il attrapa deux pièces, et chercha à quel endroit de l’image elles correspondaient.

Il ne remarqua pas la nuit se finir ni le jour se lever. Maël continua de compléter le puzzle, morceau par morceau. Il se débattait, perdait une demi-heure rien que pour trouver où placer telle tête. Ici, c’est du noir, là de l’ocre. Ses yeux ne se fermaient pas, continuant, oubliant la fatigue. Enfin, la sonnerie d’un réveil sortit Maël de sa concentration. Il devait aller travailler. Il se leva, prit une douche, un café puis il quitta l’appartement.

De retour après 18H, Il retrouva ses habitudes jusqu’à ce qu’il réalise que le puzzle était toujours sur la table basse. Toutefois, Il eut l’impression qu’il manquait la moitié des pièces déjà placées. Il s’assit, observa la boite et sans attendre, comme envouté, il repartit dans la construction du jeu.

Il manipulait les pièces, cherchait à les emboiter correctement. Il demeurait concentré si bien qu’il ne répondit pas à un SMS ; il ne chercha même pas à s’intéresser à l’expéditeur. Maël ne se rendit pas compte du temps non plus. Il retrouva ses esprits en entendant le réveil sonner. Encore une fois, il repartait travailler sans avoir dormi.

Plus les journées passaient, plus le puzzle lui prenait la tête. Après une semaine, il réalisa que ce jeu de société n’était pas normal. En fait, il découvrait des pièces manquantes, rangées dans la boite au lieu d’être sur le plateau. Il ne comprenait plus jusqu’au ras-le-bol. A ce moment, d’un geste de colère, il remit les morceaux dans la boite. Cette nuit, Maël put enfin dormir.

Le soleil venait de se lever lorsqu’un bruit fort réveilla le jeune homme. Sur le coup, il pensa à un meuble tombé. Il se précipita dans le salon. Maël fut stupéfait de trouver la boite du puzzle, normalement rangée au-dessus d’une armoire, sur la table basse. Son couvercle était ouvert, de même, deux pièces posées invitaient Maël à continuer de finir le tableau.

Il resta un instant à observer l’enfer dessiné sur le couvercle. Tout à coup, il recommença le puzzle. La détermination envahit son regard, il avait envie de le terminer. Il installa les pièces les unes après les autres. Il ne pensait que pour ce puzzle. Le téléphone sonna, il ne répondit pas. Le dimanche passa sans qu’il ne puisse en profiter. Il demeura concentré à vouloir installer tel ou tel morceau correspondant. Le tableau commençait à prendre forme. Toutefois, lorsqu’il partit réchauffer une boite de conserve, il fut déçu de trouver des pièces manquantes au puzzle. Quelqu’un ou quelque-chose s’amusait à défaire son œuvre.

Maël ne comptait plus les journées. Le puzzle le rendait fou. Il voyait les briques bouger, les couleurs s’envoler. Il sentit une brulure lorsqu’il toucha le dessin d’une flamme. Il entendit des voix, des lamentations, des hurlements et des crépitements entrecoupés de rires. D’ordinaire sympathique et détaché, Maël ne dormait plus, il ne mangeait plus. Il essaya de ne plus cligner des paupières quand il vit une pièce disparaitre subitement après deux secondes d’inattention.

Puis il entendit de la musique, flutes et harpes accompagnait de la viole et un tambour. Ce dernier frappait en cadence au rythme de son cœur. Il se sentait épuisé, seulement c’était devenu plus fort que lui : il devait finir ce puzzle !

Un message de son patron ainsi que de quelques amis signalaient leur inquiétude à son égard. Mais rien n’y fait, il ne les écouta pas. Il persistait à vouloir finir le puzzle qui parut sans fin. « Seulement 600 pièces ? Non, il en fait bien plus ! » Réalisa-t-il. Puis il se concentrait encore et encore sur le jeu de société. Il essaya d’imbriquer deux morceaux en vain, il trouva enfin le corps d’un damné. Il avait faim, il avait soif, pourtant il continuait comme un désœuvré.

Le tambour battait toujours au rythme de son cœur. Il ne resta plus que dix morceaux à installer. Maël trouva leur emplacement facilement les uns après les autres. La musique s’essouffla lentement, les cris ne résonnèrent plus. Le tambour frappait avec une cadence plus lente. Plus que trois…Enfin l’avant-dernier. Puis, il ferma les yeux…le tambour s’était tu.

En entrant dans l’appartement, après avoir fracassé la porte à coup de hache, les pompiers se doutèrent de ce qu’ils allaient trouver. A cause de l’odeur qui empestait les escaliers de l’immeuble. Le corps putréfié de Maël restait étendu sur le canapé. Une volée de mouches sortit lorsqu’un des pompiers ouvrit la fenêtre. Les autres ne purent qu’attendre la police pour faire constater la mort du locataire des lieux.

Stéphane avait vingt ans d’expérience. Il était habitué à ce genre de situation. Son regard croisa le puzzle sur la table. Il remarqua la pièce encore installée dans la boite. Dès lors, il l’a pris et la plaça terminant ainsi le tableau.

Le pauvre, dit ironiquement un de ses collègues. Il n’a pas pu finir son puzzle.

Le pompier se pencha pour mieux regarder le jeu. Il pointa l’index vers un petit personnage à la droite d’une harpe.

C’est marrant, il a le même visage grimaçant que notre client.

Ils sortirent pour respirer autre chose que la mort. Pendant ce temps, un souffle comme un long râle sortit du tableau. Le puzzle réclamait une nouvelle victime.

Alex@r60 – août 2023

Peinture : Détail de L’Enfer (volet de droite du triptyque du Jardin des Délices) par Jérôme Bosch

#alex@r60 #texte #french #français #fantastique #30jourspourécrire #horror

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bbben1234 · 1 year

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Couche pleine allez hop nouvelle couche et c'est repartit

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diddle-riddle · 1 year

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Bruce: Did you spend the evening at Mad Hatter’s place again? Robin!Dick: Yup! He baked cookies and he invited buddies for his tea party! Since Victor was there too, I had tea, cookies and ice cream. That was super fun! Oh by the way, Jervis started renaming you the ‘Jabberwocky’, I hope you don’t mind? Bruce: Not like I had a choice in the matter... _____

Bruce: What do you mean, you had dinner already? Where were you? Robin!Jason: I hanged out at Eddie and Jon’s place! I thought I told you. I spent the evening playin’ Star Wars video games with Ed, then when his Spooky Scary Skeleton arrived he started cooing at him like an enamored schoolgirl. That was frankly embarrassing but also hilarious. Jon invited me to stay for dinner, Ed spent the whole time watching him with adoration and giggling when he spoke ‘bout his new experimental toxin formula. I really need to do something to bring those two together! Bruce: Great, now you are playing romance adviser for Riddler and Scarecrow... _____

Bruce: You did what for Penguin?! Robin!Tim: Mr Cobblepot has been enchanted to benefit from a little help from someone who has business savvy to order to optimize the repartition of his accounts and separate his mob boss schedule from his legal activities in his restaurant. He recruited me as his assistant, and so far he tells me every day I am a talented, brilliant young man with a promising future ahead of me. I like him a lot. Bruce: Sure you do... _____

Bruce: Why are you visiting him at Arkham every day?! Robin!Stephanie: Because I am super proud of him, why else? Plus he needs someone’s full support! Eddie is finally reforming for good but the procedure itself will take many more months, he needs to be encouraged at each step! Tomorrow I’m bringing a box of his favorite sweets, a detective comic and a science article he will entirely criticize, that’ll be funny. His doctor doesn’t want any riddle-based stuff in his cell, but I found other entertaining books. What B, did you forget Eddie is my dad, my mom, my big brother, has been my imaginary friend when I was little, is my childhood buddy and remains my all-time beloved BFF? Bruce: Unfortunately, you told me so already... _____

Bruce: Where do all those cats come from? Robin!Damian: Miss Kyle’s cat Isis had babies. She showed me how to care for kittens in her, Dr. Isley and Dr. Quinzel’s shared lair. I nursed them and watched over them the previous three months, that’s what I did whenever I pretended I sneaked out to ‘hang out with Collin’. Now that they are of age, I am adopting the five of them! Bruce: ... At least they’re cute.

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