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I think when your favorite character from a show that's main focus is diversity, acceptance and the experiences of minority groups is the white colonizers that's a red flag.
#voltron#generator rex#ben 10#steven universe#star trek#cartoons#owl house#dc nation#I could go on#Fandom culture#minority groups in media#stop worshipping colonizers#som villans are just stupid and bad because there ideals are stupid snd bad#lile historically bad#its not deep its just how it is#genocide isnt redeemable#the secret Saturdays#tutenstine#she ra
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Just managed to catch up to team Issylra's storyline, and I've officially lost all understanding for the folks that want the Bells Hells to just shut up and help the gods without question lmao
#like they went through all that with like no help from the gods#only to find the dawnfather actively empowering his followers to opress a bunch of farmers#how do you come out of an experience like that without questioning the gods#you cant even use the free will argument the dawnfather *sent them an angel*#this is where he chose to put his powers#and imagine being Laudna#her hometown actively worshipped the dawnfather but he didn't lift a finger throughout everything that they suffered#but colonizers! those he'll help!#of course I still think they should stop Ludinus#and despite their discussions they are still actively working towards that goal#but I'd be very concerned if there was no debate happening at all rn holy shit#critical role#cr3#cr discourse
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I will never agree with the opinion that Sauron was the direct trigger of the fall of Númenor. They had started fucking up looooooong before Sauron re-emerged. I will however always laugh at the Valar sending eagles shaped clouds to tell them to stop being Mean(tm)
#and i will never understand why Ossë didnt fistfight Sauron the minute he landed on his island#numenoreans: ban quenya start raiding middle earth stop praising eru#the valar: we are sad to learn this but oh well....#Nùmenoreans: begins to worship melkor and build an armada to colonize the west#the valar: hum. this doesnt bode well. lets send them funny clouds#Nùmenoreans: public humans sacrifices led by sauron#the valar: mairon wtf#pharazon: invades aman#the valar: DADDDDDD THE MEAN MAN IS HEREEEEEE#and also pharazon and his dad were asshole before sauron interfered#must i remind people its canon hat he r*pes miriel and forces her into a n illegal marriage
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About liberal Zionists.
First, Zionism is a nationalistic ideology so we have strike one for how they constantly feel "betrayed" by leftism. But also, when I go to the blog of a liberal queer rights, equal rights for all Zionist there are some things I noticed.
Zionist 1 has mostly agreeable positions in their own thoughts and reblogs. They want the sufferings of the Palestinians to end but have mostly shallow ideas on how that could be accomplished because the central violence that the state Israel enacts on the Palestinians is invisible to them except a short "the settlements are bad". They accept that Gaza is suffering too much but stay clear to call it a genocide.
Zionist 1 often reblogs from Zionist 2.
Zionist 2's opinions and reblogs are now way less agreeable. When I say "agreeable" I mean agreeable to a nominal western, white, somewhat leftist audience. Z2 openly has nationalistic views, everything starts on 7.10 except Hamas was always bad. Some denialism on past Israeli atrocities. Calls Jews critical of Israel "self-hating" without pause. When the topic of genocide comes up they say it doesn't exist. Maybe they criticise Netanyahu.
Z1 makes sure that only some of Z2' thoughts and reblogs end up their own blog.
Z2 often reblogs from Z3 who is an open, flag waving, idf idolising, arab hating islamophobe. They don't care about civilian casualties because in their opinion there are no civilians and/or they deserve it for electing Hamas and not fighting against Hamas right this second. The hostages are worshipped, just like every political decision of Israel, current past future. They deny that a genocide is happening but only on the word alone because they wish that everyone in Gaza should die and disappear.
Z2 makes sure that only some of Z3 thoughts and reblogs end up on their own blog.
And this is how supposed liberal or leftist Zionists regurgitate far right fanaticism even if not openly all the time.
You distilled this perfectly, this is exactly why I dislike so many liberal zionists on here. They straight up reblog from people who were genocide deniers and those people reblog from outright fascists. Like yeah if I see you make community with people who spout zionist beliefs then I'm considering you a zionist, even if you deny it.
Also the liberal zionists always talk about how we should "stop dehumanizing Israelis for the actions of their governments" when we very much can see the way Israelis perpetuate the colonization of Palestine. Oh and they also don't think palestine is colonized by Israel.
But yeah this is exactly it thank you anon.
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Warp gates are cathedrals. Giant projects that take generations to build, incredibly important to the people served by them, and held as sacred neutral ground by all involved.
A warp gate is so important to the system it serves that everyone agrees it must be protected and supported.
No seafaring canal's blocking or weather event preventing airflight could compare. Interstellar colonization is an expensive business, and only the existence of warp gates makes it remotely possible. A planet without a warp gate may not starve immediately, but without spare parts and medical supplies and fuel coming through the gate, it will quickly lose most of the benefits of civilization. Will it still be there to rescue in the decades it will take to bring a new warp gate to them? No one wants to find out. That's why no one has ever destroyed (or even seriously damaged) a warp gate.
Perhaps the best example of this near-universal protective feeling was seen in the final days of the Consolidation War: the M.S. Uncertain Returns fired a nuclear weapon on the privateer Anne Bonny, while it was only 300,000 klicks from the k1544 gate, a smaller distance than the moon orbits the earth.
This violation of the gate's safety zone was so egregious that before the missile even had detonated, hostilities in the k1544 system had stopped due as a temporary ceasefire was called, and 29 warheads had been fired at the Uncertain Returns, 17 of which came from other Merchant's Guild ships. The message was clear: They would rather destroy an entire starship of their own defense force than risk damage to a warp gate, and they wanted to make that abundantly clear to all sides of the conflict, lest this desperate moment of sacrilege cause them to suddenly become Enemy #1 of every other faction in the galaxy. The gate wasn't damaged by the explosion at this range, but even a minor violation of the safe zone rules threatens the very basis of the entire interstellar transportation system.
A group who has damaged even one warp gate is going to find no berth at any harbor. Every armed ship in range is going to attack them immediately. There will be no surrender, no peace treaties, no opportunity to explain. Only immediate retribution.
No one kneels and worships at the warp gates, but would you really be surprised if they did?
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So I am a bit ashamed given modern day politics to admit that I'm left leaning at all. Even if I'm a just Left of Center Libertarian.
But the reason why is because of the fact that a huge swath of the left has an issue when it comes to words. Specifically changing the meaning of words until they mean next to nothing at all.
What do I mean by this? Well let's consider, what words have been made to mean nothing by the left:
Gender
Sex
Abortion
Genocide
Nazi
Man
Woman
Child
Family
Capitalism
Communism
Socialism
Fascism
Racism
Sexism
Etc
The list goes on and on and on.
Nazi more or less now means, "I don't like you and you don't agree with me thus forth I will bestow this label on you so as to smear you publicly"
Gender used to mean sex and now it both does and does not mean sex and even is now used to mean "Identity" with that was never what it meant.
Genocide is SUPPOSED to mean the intentional removal of a group of people through killing them or breeding them out by sterilization or intentional delusion of their bloodline. (Example of this is the raping of Uyghur Muslim women by Han chinese men and the sterilization of the Uyghur Muslim men by chemical castration or actual castration). Now it just means, "People dying in war is genocide. People not being allowed to chemically castrate themselves is genocide. People being allowed to eat meat is genocide". IE: It means nothing at all.
And then there's my favorite phrase from the left.
"This is a threat to our Democracy" which actually translates to: This is a threat to the power of Democrats therefore we need to smear and slander anyone pushing whatever is being pushed currently. And we will use weasel words normies use in order to scare them away from whatever this thing being pushed is".
First and foremost, we DO NOT live in a Democracy. We live in a Constitutional Republic. Secondly, when people want power as BADLY as Dems and will lie, cheat, steal, and smear to get there, you should be concerned. I mean for god sake, people consider a very TINY riot at the capital with 99.99% of people unarmed completely, while we also know feds were in the crowd, an "Insurrection"; But then will not consider fire bombing the security office outside the White House, the pushing down of the WH fence, and the burning of a historical church across the street, and the injuring and killing of several Guards and Police the same thing.
So basically, it's a "If we are in power, everything we do, no matter what it is, is fine and reasonable. If you are in power anything we do to try to remove you from power is fine and reasonable.", situation.
That's why I don't like most of the left. Because they think they are gods. Their "Moral" is correct even when it never stops changing. Look at their defense of slavery in the middle east all because, "Those poor oppressed Arabs". I'm sorry but what?! SO slavery is FINE so long as it's non white doing it? That's what I'm hearing right? And sadly a lot of the time it's "YES! That is what you are hearing". If time has taught me anything it's that most of the left is a brainwashed, uneducated cult. They believe EVERYTHING outside of their cult views as evil and thus forth need to lie about it to make everyone else NOT involved or not informed also have the same resentment towards the people they hate.
And it was the last straw when I saw post after post after post of leftists excusing rape. And then people like Hasan Piker calling Kids, "Colonizers" while in the breath before talking about violent removal of people is fine if they are colonizers.
No leftists. You need to understand something very clearly. The "Right" you view as so bad and evil are consistent in most of their morals. But you view everything in bad faith. Thus can't see past your own bias long enough to realize the actual evil ones are you.
And understand. I'm not calling EVERYONE on the left evil. But if you worship the left, you probably are evil. Even if you believe you are doing "The right thing" that doesn't mean you are. And it's about time you realized that.
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"A god should know, where all her dragons are."
I've seen plenty of discussion about how it's shitty of Erzsebet and Drolta to refer to Olrox as a dragon, because Quetzalcoatl isn't really a dragon, but it's like... Extra shitty on other levels?
I mean, this quote is already somethin' because dragon or not, she's referring to him as hers and just making it clear that she does not intend to afford him any agency in this """partnership""".
But I keep Having Thoughts ™ about the role and symbolism of dragons in European folklore.
In the most general sense, they represent power. In a lot of these stories, the dragon is an obstacle between the heroic protagonist and some kind of secret treasure or knowledge (Wealth! Land!). Or the dragon is terrorizing a nearby village (Never mind if the 'dragon' was there first!!). Or the dragon is unfairly hoarding riches it has no use for (don't worry, the colonizers will show the 'primitive savages' how to make the most of their land!! Isn't that nice of them??)
In these stories, it's up to the hero to eliminate this obstacle that's separating them from some resource they feel entitled to, or to 'tame' it and exploit its power for their own purposes. As such, they're pretty on-the-nose colonialist propaganda when viewed under the right lens.
So I wanna talk about The Golden Legend of Saint George and The Dragon, which is one of the most famous of these stories.
Story goes: There's a dragon who's been terrorizing a nearby village. The people start offering the dragon livestock to appease it, and when they run out of livestock, they start holding a regular lotteries to sacrifice one unlucky person to the dragon.
St George shows up before the next person (king's daughter) is about to be eaten, and he doesn't kill the dragon, no. He dominates it:
S. George was upon his horse, and drew out his sword and garnished him with the sign of the cross, and rode hardily against the dragon which came towards him, and smote him with his spear and hurt him sore and threw him to the ground. And after said to the maid: Deliver to me your girdle, and bind it about the neck of the dragon and be not afeard. When she had done so the dragon followed her as it had been a meek beast and debonair.
*(debonair in the archaic sense = gentle)
Erzsebet makes it clear that if she can't be worshipped, being feared is the next best thing. She can't get Olrox to ally with her willingly, so she resorts to force. In the end, she's getting what she really wants: obedience and subservience. For him to follow her like a meek beast.
The Golden Legend doesn't stop there though:
Then she led [the dragon] into the city, and the people fled by mountains and valleys, and said: Alas! alas! we shall be all dead. Then S. George said to them: Ne doubt ye no thing, without more, believe ye in God, Jesu Christ, and do ye to be baptized and I shall slay the dragon. Then the king was baptized and all his people, and S. George slew the dragon and smote off his head, and commanded that he should be thrown in the fields, and they took four carts with oxen that drew him out of the city.
A couple things here that slot right into the themes of colonialism in the show:
The dragon is used used as a way to coerce people into converting to Christianity. Just as Olrox would have watched the Spanish settlers do to his people: under threat of force.
The dragon is feared by the villagers despite no longer being an actual threat, but St George does nothing to dispel those fears—he exploits them. Just as prejudices of all kinds are used to justify settler colonialism as necessary or inevitable.
The dragon is slain and discarded once St George is done with it. Just as Olrox would have watched the Americans betray and displace the Mohican people who allied with them during the revolution.
Erzsebet and Drolta calling Olrox a "Dragon" isn't just ignorant or disrespectful because he's not a dragon. It's downright degrading. They're not just refusing to address him properly—they're telling a man who has survived settler colonization twice over that they intend to use him as a tool with which to do it again.
Olrox spends the season carefully stepping around every appeal Drolta makes for him to pledge loyalty to Erzsebet. And he's damned good at it: never giving up his true intentions by saying no outright, but wiggling out of ever having to say yes by instead asking pointed questions and making cutting observations that always land the ball back in their side of the court.
But then this scene happens, and he can't wiggle out of it this time. They've got their dragon where they want him. He's pinned and 'meek'—and I can think of nothing more infuriating and degrading for a character like Olrox than to be paraded about in his own land to help Erzsebet build her empire across it.
Olrox isn't a dragon, but she's going to make him one.
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One hundred thousand years ago, I was decapitated by a mighty hero on an empty continent in a vast ocean. The small amount of blood that dripped from my head grew quickly into a sapling that bore poisonous fruits, while the torrent of blood from my body grew into a mighty tree that overtook and swallowed its weaker, deadly sister within a night.
After three hundred years of stillness, the great tree flowered a single flower, but it failed to be pollinated and withered away. After three hundred more years it flowered again, this time being pollinated by the primitive insects that formed from the wilted petals and colonized the land. After one hundred and fifty years of forming, a single, seedless, golden fig was produced, and fell to the ground.
The insects that ate it suddenly grew to understand that they were in fact, alive, and were capable of dealing with the truth of their death in meaningful ways. They and the children they bore formed societies within their colonies, and worked together to ensure that every individual life had meaning.
One insect, a scientist, warrior-priest, and poet, concluded that, because the golden fig brought his people awareness, and a near-perfect world, a second would bring the gift of immortality to his kind, whos natural lifespan was to be born, have children, and die over the span of a week. He discussed the idea with his peers, and his peers to the public, and though there were occasional disagreements about his belief, nearly everybody agreed with his theory.
The insect and all of his top scientists, with the approval of those they sought to help, began worshipping the tree in primordial, pre-awakening and recent-post-awakening mannerisms, believing it to be the closest in respect to the sacred time of their creation, coaxing the tree to produce a second fig.
After three hundred years of their efforts, the scientists generation and thousands of generations that came after that long dead, the project continued, and the tree flowered for a third time.
It was pollinated, and so, for one hundred and fifty years, the insects waited for it to fruit.
One morning, the sun rose, casting a golden light upon the world. The insects all awoke to find the long-awaited second fig sitting high upon the branches.
The next night, it fell, and was divided equally among all the bugs, so that none will die again. They ate the fig until only the seeds remained and continued their prosperous society, with the passage of time being the only way to test if death would take them, unwilling to kill eachother in case the fig rendered them immortal in age but not body.
Eventually, the eldest of their society stopped dying, but remained old and withered. The adults grew old but remained healthy, and the larva pupated and grew to maturity but remained childlike and stunted in their mannerisms. This brought on a golden age that lasted tens of thousands of years.
The tree, however, having created three flowers, began to die, having reached the end of its own natural lifespan. The insects, now living on a timescale similar to the trees, were able to recogize this, and panicked.
They realized the second fig had viable seeds, and planted one. They had no way of knowing this, but from deep within the great tree, stewing, seething, lived the first plant to ever touch the soil, the poisonous sapling, still alive, living within its sister. In its dying throes, it granted the great tree its virility, its sap, stamen and pistil, and while the resulting fruit gave the gift of life, that of the great tree, the seeds within that fruit were of the poisonous sapling, and would grow only more plants like it.
With bated breath the insects had no choice but to watch as the new tree they planted grew gnarled, far too quickly, and with odd leaf shapes and premature flowers. All the while, the great tree continued to suffer.
It began refusing to absorb water from the ground, causing its leaves to shrivel and fall, and the soil to get swamped. Opposite of that, it began rotting from the inside out, releasing toxins into the earth so that no new plants could grow. The insects, terrified, planted the other two seeds, but they were wrong too.
The conditions were perfect, so the new poisonous saplings began proliferating heavily, breeding with eachother, spreading thorned roots into the earth and smothering what remained of the great tree, swallowing it within a night. They bore poisonous, rotting fruits in excess, and had foul tasting leaves.
The insects were left in a state of famine, left with nothing to eat yet unable to die, cried out day and night for a hundred years, but eventually came to eat what came of the plants.
The poison, while not fatal to the immortal bugs, erroded their minds over time, and they began to worship the first tree the way they did the second, living their entire lives off what it made. Their society, though still non-violent, began to drift apart, with every individual simply no longer feeling the need to interact with others, and every other feeling the same.
After another ten thousand years of collective solitude, and despite the wisdom they possessed that comes from living for such great lengths, the once great insects became indistinguishable from a regular swarm, constantly buzzing, constantly eating, locked in a stalemate with the rapidly growing plants and fruits, consuming at the exact rate of production, too simple to get bored of it, no love, no life, capable of reminiscing but not willing to, reduced to animals, yet so much more.
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People's reactions to the queens death piss me off because at face value, sure you shouldn't mock the dead because "basic human decency" but also.
Also.
I resent westerners who proclaim "basic human decency" but only as a matter of principle and noble aspirations.
There's no basic human decency in colonization and imperialism and racism. I resent the Brits and Americans and other western citizens caring more about propriety and social misconduct and the social system they worship than they care about the rights and abuses of people of color across the globe.
It's just the will smith Oscar slap again on a grander scale. You care about the propriety and the disrespect because it fundamentally shakes you, when someone acts against your silly little social rules but don't care about the systematic violence perpetuated by your general social rules.
You don't mind violence or disrespect when it happens to unknown people of color.
You don't mind violence or disrespect or dehumanization in economic systems and politics. The invisible violence that affects people's livelihoods.
I resent the moralizing and the dismissive, disdainful gaze of those who are pro cop, pro system, and pro colonialism.
Liberals, who believe they're progressive but are not radical enough to truly effect change or understand that violence can be necessary.
Violent words are hardly anything.
You live on stolen land, feed from the crops grown on bloody soil, and want to clutch your pearls over people making a mockery over the death of a woman who isn't here to see any of it and even if she was, well.
She was a privileged rich white woman who was never going to be hurt by mean internet comments.
Why do you feel the need to defend her?
You didn't know her personally, nor did you ever owe her your allegiance.
Exactly what is your purpose then?
It isn't basic human decency at all.
Basic human decency would be asking why so many countries would have such negative and hateful feelings for the crown.
It would be listening when the colonized speak with hatred and trying to sympathize rather than shutting them down with a "she was a PERSON."
she was a symbol and a figurehead of an archaic social system based on the hoarding of wealth and the divine right of a single family to rule.
She was the figurehead of a massive colonial empire whose policies hurt and still hurt people to this day.
You should be fucking ashamed, actually.
You fucking idiot.
Stop being such a spoilsport too.
You gonna cry when Bill Cosby dies too?
Gonna insist he's just a person?
We do not owe the wealthy our tears. We do not owe politicians our respect.
You should stop pretending to care about people being respectful of the dead and just be honest and say that you care more about propriety than real people.
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Maybe my perspective is different because I've been non-Christian/Catholic most of my life in a very heavily Christian-Catholic area, but the fact Rhea is given so much of a pass and not considered a villain by fandom despite her mother literally coming in from another star and wiping out the indigenous religion in favor of worship of her own religion and this isn't looked at uncritically (and yes, this is in base Three Houses, Hopes didn't come up with this) really... Is uncomfortable? Rhea's religion is dragon Catholic colonizers. Full stop. But people never once address this because the game made the indigenous people who fought back comically evil and no one, at all, seems to find this skeevy or questionable writing.
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#fe#fire emblem#fandom takes#what am i witnessing#story takes#fe16#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#fe 3 houses#petty playground squabbles
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Man I can't stop thinking about how team Wildemount ran into someone who was directly benefitted by service to her god, who watched FCG forge a real relationship with his - how Fearne, Imogen, FRIDA, and Chetney are behind their friends even if their stakes in the gods are mid at best, and team issylra encountered oppression in the name of one of those same gods and fought it. Cannot stop thinking about them fighting a celestial and how it was the right thing to do (even if the hope was that it wouldn't have to escalate to that). Unless something changes in the next few episodes (which it well might) they are going to reunite with each half having been.... If not nudged in a direction of thinking, at least given many more reasons to lean opposite directions. They care about each other and the world more than the gods and I don't think that will change, but it's fascinating to me where this is all going, especially given that they were deliberately split right down the pairs of them and placed in opposing situations. Orym's experience with the Dawnfather and his followers looks nothing like Fearne's. The fact that they are on each other's side first does not negate what they saw firsthand as they are dragged further and further into the effects of Ludinus's bullshit. Laudna and Imogen, Ashton and FCG - they will choose each other first and maybe that's the only way any of this could ever work, but it doesn't change the events they watched unfold in the name of the gods - the SAME god, in fact. There's no way to argue "well they have different domains and personalities." the same god that was invoked to bring Deanna back into this world to keep a promise, the god Deanna has a complicated but ultimately willing relationship to - characterized by joy and love as service - was called upon to defend the abject colonization of a village of people who worshipped something else. It was the same god.
#This is why CR doesn't play with alignments and I'm so glad#Because how the hell are you going to call that lawful good#cr spoilers#Bells hells#Critical role
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You know, I am by no means a fan of anything joe smith did, but I feel like, despite what he might have said or thought, his intentions were ultimately relatively small-scale because his con was entirely for immediate personal gain. ie: getting to do whatever he wanted with no consequence, mostly in the form of fucking as many women (and girls) as he wanted to while also claiming ownership of them. It was entirely about his own ego. I think mormons like to go “well he allowed a few black men to have the priesthood! he wasn’t racist!” No, he definitely was. He held no respect for black people, but he held no respect for anybody. You think a man who manipulates everyone around him into being his loyal followers is choosy about who can come and tell him he’s a good boy and back him up on the idea that he should get to do whatever he wants? That’s like saying “well he allowed women to be mormons, so he wasn’t misogynistic.” Uh-uh.
And I really do wonder, if things had gone differently, if he had not met the people he did, if he had lived out his life, if his little cult would have fizzled out or at least ended up very fringe today. Men like him start cults all the time. I mean look at jared leto and his harem island.
What I mean to say is, I wonder where the church would be if he never met brigham fucking young.
mormons love to either bury the horrendous things that man did or said, or even say “he said some things that would be considered racist today” and “we need to forgive past prophets for saying things that were normal at the time” and “the church as a whole can’t be represented by one man alone and it’s easy to understand what we truly believe.”
You absolute buffoons, the things he said and did were outrageously racist even for his time. He was a completely batshit mass-murdering maniac. Yes racist sentiments were common in his time but they were not universal, and even then, the average consensus was absolutely not “black people were cursed by god and the greatest blessing we could give them would be to kill them all.” Even in the speech where he says that he acknowledges that most people will not agree with him.
And you cannot create a system where one man is the king that speaks to god and go “well one man doesnt represent the church.” Yes he does, by your design. And no, it’s not easy to understand what you believe, because you’re so flowery and vague in order to avoid taking responsibility for anything. You worship joe smith for giving you the church as you know it today, but he fucking didn’t. You have the church as you know it today because a heartless, cruel man turned it into a colonizing force and literally called to exterminate the indigenous people that stood in his way. The church as you know it today was only made possible by mass fucking murder; you don’t get to go “well that’s not what the church is actually about”. If all that never should have happened then you are basically saying that there should be no mormon church. The very foundation of your institution was built on suffering and death.
“At some point the church stopped giving the priesthood to black men and we have no records as to why”
I wonder who you named your fucking university after then you fucking lying coward
#exmo#exmormon#apostake#apostate#feast and testimony#if there is an afterlife i will find brigham young and rip him apart with my teeth
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palisade 41 spoilers
i feel like i don’t have a firm opinion on the figure situation yet because it’s so sudden that i feel like i need to see the long term consequences (i felt this way about valence too), but i do have an opinion on the gur situation and it’s that it’s so bleak and it’s also perfect. so much of this season has been about the way divines are used as instruments and then how they respond to it- the afflictions being former divines who were hurt and warped somehow, the literal existence of the delegates, integrity being taken from dahlia and then trying to remake them, even perennial and arbitrage trying to take things into their own hands in some ways. i’ve heard people discuss future as one of the most “personality-less” divines before and that being turned on its head during this season is completely appropriate and slots in with everything we’ve seen. after thousands of years of being treated as a tool, there’s nothing stopping a being like a divine from trying something else.
and as a gurposter the other fascinating thing about it to me is that it lowkey reframes a lot of gur’s character. gur introduced himself in one of his first intros with a set of titles that included “liberator of the divine future.” but just because you’re using future for purposes outside of authoritarian rule doesn’t mean you’ve liberated it, if you’re using it in the same ways everyone else did. considering future decided to walk around in gur’s literal corpse and start promoting colonization, i get the impression gur was just another in a long list of people who passed it around and interpreted it for their own ends. i think it’s easy to see gur’s central fuckup as their big fight with clem on icebreaker, and that was certainly the moment that was fatal, but this introduces the idea that gur was making the wrong choices years before, when they took the “little golden ball” that clem insulted in that fight and just assumed that doing that was what future would approve of. and now gur’s being passed around between clem, figure and finally future (and to some extent autonomy itself and perennial) in the same way future was passed around for so long. gur stealing future and then future eventually taking their identity, worshipping the true divine and then feeling abandoned when they disperse with logos kantel, getting into the fight with clem and then spending years with her denying their existence, and then being placed with figure only for future to destroy and use him too…there is basically no part of gur’s life, other than helping found millennium break, that has not been recast as a hopeless endeavor or terrible mistake. real unprecedented levels of destroying a person’s identity.
it’s good tragic stuff and fits in really well with a lot of what this season has touched upon in terms of relationships between divines and people. uhhhh hey brnine sure hope your relationship with asepsis stays “normal” and “fine” : )
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EVIL DEAD RISE ; crush headcanons
includes ; danny & bridget
warnings ; swearing, that's it lmao
pronouns ; they/them
masterlist
DANNY
probably realized he was falling for you on a late night karaoke drive
you guys had nothing better to do so you drove around town and blasted music in the car to try and get tired on that random Friday night
just seeing you all dancey and happy, like, couldn't stop staring at you with a smile
if you give him any compliments, he kinda stutters up a thank you and tries to hide his face getting a little pink
once you walk away or anything he then overthinks the whole thing and starts mumbling to himself
"what the fuck was that????"
he tries to reach for your hand to hold it but always backs out
you catch onto it
at one point it pisses you off sm that you just grab his hand and drag him along
gets all red and shit
"What's this for??"
"Just hold my hand, pussy"
probably one to remix songs you like and stuff and send them to you
you upload them to a spotify artist account for him so you can listen to them and stuff
plus he can start growing a platform early on, so win win situation
he probably attempts to make you fanart but gives up
his art style is music, not drawing lmao
I hc that he knows how to play piano (much to his father's dismay, he says piano is for girls only,) and plays some piano to you over one of those YouTube videos where you click the numbers for the notes cause it'll skip through the video LMAO
you definitely ask him out first
he tried to once and backed out...
"hey, y/n/n, can I ask you something???"
"uh- nevermind, it's not important"
the way you make him smile.
his family are your biggest shippers
bridge thought it'd be funny to make an edit acc for your little ship and holy shit is she a good editor
she got videostar and everything 😭🙏
BRIDGET
I feel like she tries to stray away from her feelings about you
she has more important shit to worry about like equal rights and protesting to help free colonized/enslaved countries
she probably met you at a pride parade (whether you're just an ally or not, you were there lmao)
and you became friends rlly quickly, you complimented her hair, she complimented your outfit
probably realized she was falling for you during a sleepover while you were watching a movie
the way you were making some commentary over Terrifier to not puke out of disgust had her cackling in laughter
she worships you like a God when she gets past her "I don't like them" phase
constantly talks about you to her mom and danny
danny teases the hell out of her 💀💀💀
she probably has the balls to ask you out first bc she never gave you any signs to work off of other than being extra nice to you and always talking to you
her friends constantly take pictures of you guys holding hands and stuff
she's not big on pda so hand holding is mostly it for public and stuff
you guys probably started a YouTube commentary channel to react/talk about movies and stuff lol
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His Timeless Love: a Preview
K'uk'ulkan x Reincarnator!Filipino!Reader Fic Preview
Summary: A God such as K'uk'ulkan has lived life by the hundreds, yet you wonder why he has not found his true love during his time of immortality. It might just shock you to believe that he had already loved you since the summer of 1592.
Or, in which K’uk’ulkan tells you the story of the four times he fell in love with you and the three times he saw you die.
Rating: 18+
Note: This work follows along the history of the Philippines and the influences of the colonizers throughout the years of subservience. I claim no historical accuracy to the plot but the timeline and the implications of each historical era was and is researched accordingly. As such, I am also of Filipino descent specifically from Bisaya, Ilonggo, and Ilokano backgrounds.
This work is a connecting piece to His Queen. Both can be read separately and in any order.
"...You are hiding something from me."
As if the sea had sensed its rulers melancholy, it shifted and it hummed amongst the rocks of the royal chambers. It crashed into you like the waves of a full moon's midnight, pelting your eyes with the sting of tears. You know not of the reason for your own sadness, but you knew somewhere in your soul that it was connected to your husband's own sorrow.
He reaches up to caress your cheek, and like a subservient dog to its master, you lean in right away to the warmth of his loving hands. He traced your features, every curve, every freckle, every bump, and every line down to the very last detail. He was memorizing every inch of you. He was burning it to memory.
"It is not a tale that is to be taken lightly. It is a burden I alone must bear."
You leaned down further until no space was left between your bodies. His breath hitched when you caressed his own cheeks, fingernails running through the planes of his chiseled face. He was a God in every way, and you worshiped every part of his divine countenance.
"I am your wife. I am your queen. What you know, no matter how vicious of a tale, I must shoulder. It is also a burden I must bear with you."
"My queen—" you silenced him with your lips. He would have returned the gesture with fervor, but you pulled away just as quick.
"K'uk'ulkan, akong hinigugma, akoang hari," my love. My king. His body shook in response to your mother tongue. He wondered if it was your powers at play. He, the embodiment of the sea, so easily bent to the will of your prowess. It was hardly fair, he would muse. But he will do as his queen demands, "tell me. Tell me what plagues your heart."
He hesitated for a moment. Flashes of decades worth of memories invaded his sight. You sensed his plight—you always do—so you tore your eyes away from his own earthen gaze and rested your cheek against his chest where his heart thumped in speed. You tapped your fingers to the rhythm of his pulse, your breath matching his to give him a sense of comfort. That you were there to listen.
And with a heavy sigh, he started;
"I've decided to make you queen the first time I saw you—during that fateful day you had fought off Spanish colonizers to reclaim your motherland."
"But I have not lived that long." The drumming of your fingers stopped. You felt his heart race faster. You did not look up, instead, you waited for him to continue.
"Not the you of the present," he tangled his own hands to your hair, his fingers playing with the strands mindlessly. There was an edge to his voice now, but as soon as you found purchase to his free hand, he breathed in a centering inhale before he continued.
"...but the you of the past."
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#namor x reader#mcu namor#namor x filipino!reader#namor x fem!reader#tenoch huerta namor#fic preview#this one's gonna be LONG long lmao#if yall need an insight on how long this fic is#im already at 8k words and im not even halfway done#this has HEAVY heavy angst lmao#i always forget that im an angst writer#k'uk'ulkan x reader#k'uk'ulkan
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We build bases on the moon. Colonize the planets of the gas giants, terraform Mars and Venus, build orbital habitats around everything with enough gravity to hold it up. We invent FTL, and send ships named after dreams to every star we have cataloged. We have rulebooks and plans and endless ideas of what we do when finally we meet another spacefairing race, but it never happens. We don't hail any vulcan cruisers above the skies of Epsilon Eridani and get in no laser battles with a star destroyer in the scarlet light of Wolf 359. No one responds to our endless messages sent to the heavens.
Life? We find that everywhere. If a rock is big enough to hold onto enough atmosphere, we find something growing there. Maybe just a moss or some protokarotic slime, but there'll be something growing there. We spend centuries cataloging the flora and fauna (and everything in between) of a million stars, and never meet anyone who can say hello back.
Not yet at least. In the unending sunset of the Mu Herculis system there's the Peterson's Mermaids who are just developing language and starting on metallurgy. The vampires of Fomalhaut b have begun to write down numbers, and we expect them to have a full language sometime within the next hundred thousand years. There's no animal life on Gliese 499 d, but we have reason to suspect the clonal organism inhabiting most of the northern forest is verging on sapience. And we don't even have time to get into the theory that 55 Cancri B (the red dwarf orbiting the star Copernicus) is a living being in it's own right.
There's plenty of life to study. Lots to learn. But we never meet anyone we can greet in friendship, and there's no star gods out here in the black. We've looked everywhere.
Humanity takes decades to come to terms with the reality of the situation. But we do, of course. We can't give up now.
We searched endlessly for the ancient aliens with all the answers, who built hyperspace portal networks before our sun even burnt, and couldn't find them. We settled for locating our brothers and sisters amongst the stars, another race that had fought their way up from the trees and into the stars, and couldn't find them either.
We always dreamed of finding a parent we could look up to, or a sibling we could share the sky with. They weren't there.
Humanity settles into their role. It wasn't what we hoped for, but we'll be the big brother/big sister to the life of the universe. Not the parent, no. We didn't create them, and we don't control them, but we'll protect them. We'll help them when they fall, and let them make their own mistakes when they need to. But we're here to be the role model and the helper and the partner in crime, the one we wanted but never had.
We keep searching, of course. And our observers on a thousand planets report that there are hints of an ancient race, older than writing, mentioned in the myths of endless cultures. Gods from the skies who stopped the flood, who ended the plague, who taught them to plant a new crop, who stopped the war just as the bombs began to fall, and who led them to a new land when the star began to flare.
We investigate these rumors and myths and stories, just in case we missed the Ancients we always wanted to find. But at the heart of these stories, there's always a description of the helpers: bipedal, two arms, two eyes, no fur, no wings. And if the species has developed art and writing, there'll often be a drawing of a figure, standing alongside a local god or great leader, and nearby the legend will read "humans".
Art historians and religious studies scholars are amused at how often they give us halos. Someone even suggests redesigning our force-suit geometry to reinforce the impression, but cooler heads prevail. We're not doing this for praise or worship. We're doing this because no one could do it for us.
Millenia later after we've been joined among the stars by our sibling races, a mermaid and a vampire are idly chatting while they wait for their turn through the portal network around Fornax A. "What drove the humans to do all this? Why did they take it upon themselves to search every corner of the universe and decide to protect and shelter and guide the many younger races of the stars?". The mermaid shrugs, which is hard to do without shoulders. "I think they just wanted friends."
The vampire looks out the observation window, at the thousands of ships from hundreds of spacefairing races, waiting in line or jumping through phase gates to the other side of the cosmos. "Well, they've got them now."
There's a beep from a console, and a warning light activates as the ship accelerates towards a shimmering gate. Our children play among the stars, without fear of the dark. There's no monsters there, we checked. There's only us.
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