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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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Helllooo, it's been a while since I've last graced your asks with my nasty thoughts 😂 I'm going back to the loml, Joshua, with this ask.

So there's a video of him going around saying "kaya mo yan, baby" and "you can do it, baby". Now the latter message is what I'm so obsess with because of HOW HE SAYS IT.

IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA. LIKE I KNOW HE'S A GENTLEMAN BUT JUST IMAGINE MEAN JOSHUA.

You're shaking and your mind is no longer in the right place because of the fact that it has been your third time finishing for the night and it seems like Joshua doesn't have any plans on ending it there. You try to close your legs but Joshua uses both of his hands to keep them open. Before he brings his face close to your heat, he meets your eyes and says, "one last round. you can do it, baby."

Pairing: joshua x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 950

Tags: e2l, perfect joshua, reporter!reader, oral (recieving), mean joshua, drabble

author note: hi im so tired, idk what i wrote, i was in a horny daze

Joshua knows how people see him. He donates to charity, is a spokesperson for his community’s youth, and damn well the most eligible bachelor for anyone’s child. He’s a role model in his community and perfect in bystanders' eyes. There isn’t an apparent thing wrong with him on paper. You thought that at first too, until you realized that facade that is.

You learned quickly that he loves to put on a show. He lets others see a side of him more appealing, family-friendly to put it in simple terms. It was when he got you alone he was someone else entirely different. He’s far from the rumors or what the local news stations report behind closed doors.

You would know being a low-scale town reporter, writing for one of the least popular chronicles around in these parts. Whether it was regarding the local dumpster fire of a diner’s rat infestation, or city hall’s totalitarianism in the works, you’d catch it with a flash of your camera or the scribble of your notepad. This week's latest was Joshua Hong: the town’s golden child. Well, he is not the golden child everyone believes him to be; you found that out rather quickly.

“That can’t be all you got.”

You were panting against the bed frame, forearm over your sweaty forehead and closed eyes in exhaustion, trying to recover from the several hours of exerting yourself in his submission. “S-shua, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you said when you said you’d beat me under any and all circumstances.”

That was your mistake for thinking you’d be right.

You took the first steps in gathering evidence, anything to point in the right direction. You thought you found it until he trailed after it. When you pushed, he pulled. When you took the road less traveled, he followed. He was somehow always a step ahead of you, and you despised him for it. He was playing dirty somehow, you felt it in your gut. He to have heard of your investigation. That meant he had eyes everywhere. It’s what kept him afloat.

“I overheard your convo with your little reporter buddies at Blueberry House Cafe yesterday. Is your pathetic little column embarrassing enough?”

He confronted your lurking finally at some point, given you took your time and energy to make it all the way to his house in doing so, and willingly let you inside strange enough. You clutch the messenger on your shoulder, staring at him straight on, breaking a bad sweat. He returns your glare, not so much of resentment or disdain, but almost one of interest.

You scoffed. “Yeah, then you also heard I hate your fucking guts.”

Being caught in the act didn't mean you’d back down, it mean you had to push harder.

“Well,” he trods to you methodically, staring down at you with unadulterated confidence, and leveling your gazes as he presses you up against the wall behind you. His breath was warm and candy apple scented, too tempting to ignore, “I’m about to rearrange your guts right now.”

You take a beat, falling back on the wall with matching the aloofness he exudes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Anything as long as it gets you begging for my mercy.” He deeply chuckles under his breath.

You should’ve been scared by the fact you were so close, infamous murderer or sex fiend, he could be on the news for something nefarious thanks to you. However, you succumb to your own internally hormonal desires, taking on the challenge of the very man you promise to expose.

“Then I’ll have it be under any and all circumstances that I’ll overcome it. Overcome you.”

“Baby…Cumming is all that you’ll be doing.”

And here you were eating your words and swallowing down his.

The man eats like a common animal, lapping up every drop in sight, coating his thick and wet tongue in your arousal skillfully. It made you clench your legs in desperation, begging for a minute of rest after he unwillingly retracts himself from you, his name burning on your tongue. He takes all the strength of his arms to pry you open, his girthy fingers and palms on either thigh to pull you apart.

Your throat runs dry, digging the back of your head into his pillows. “Three times,” you’d repeat.

“And what’s one more? Or two? Or five?” he chuckles to himself.

You whine, having hardly the energy to resist his advances. He grips you still, his face so close to your tired heat, that he basks in its familiarity, your release still fresh and seeping out of you like ambrosia. He meets your eyes, insatiably hungry.

"One last round. You can do it, baby."

Before you can fight it on its own last time, his tongue hits the taste of your warmth once more, dragging it in stripes, and sucking down your clit like he would a straw. Your fatigue eyes flutter and your voice soon embarrassingly relentless, moaning from the top of your lungs. His lips then attach to your core, blurring the boundaries of his mouth and your pussy, ultimately becoming one.

You wretchedly squirm in the process of your overstimulation, your stomach practically churning like a hot pot while your heart pounded in your ears. He loops his arms around your legs, and squeezes your thighs between his biceps, digging his tongue deep and flicking faster inside you. His ears perk at your violent groans, languidly moving his mouth to see how much louder you can really get, getting you to regret ever doubting him, ever underestimating.

“Have..mercy…” You gasp.

“That’s right,” He whispers tauntingly in your heat, “You’re at my mercy.”

#joshua smut #hong jisoo smut #seventeen smut #hong joshua smut #seventeen joshua #seventeen #joshua hong #hong joshua #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen jisoo #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #hong joshua x reader

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folkdances · 2 years

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exhibit a) maya fey is not being haunted, she is the house. she is the vehicle through which the ghost expresses itself. maya fey is not being haunted because her grievance doesn't come from what the ghosts want from her, but what they do to her.

exhibit b) miles edgeworth is haunted, he is stuck in the house, he is the character to which the ghost expresses itself. miles edgeworth is not a haunting because he could never bring himself to stop running from the inciting incident long enough to become one.

exhibit c) mia fey is a haunting. she is the ghost, she is the portent. mia fey is a haunting because she can't stop crossing into the world of the living because she has too much she needs to say and do and she can't let it fall out from between her hands again.

exhibit d) phoenix wright is the author, he is the witness, he is the chronicler. phoenix wright is the man with the pen because he is a bystander and it is his duty to shape the story through the elements he has been given and through sheer will.

#hi mike this one is 4 you #ace attorney #maya fey #miles edgeworth #mia fey #phoenix wright #txt

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silverlyrics · 6 months

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Books about Palestine and Palestinian Heritage

This is by no means an exhaustive list. These are books I was able to source from my local library and thought other people might appreciate them as well. I have not read them all, but the intention of the list is Palestinian perspectives and characters.

List order: Children's books, Young Adult books, Adult books, Graphic novels

Junior

We Are Palestinian A Celebration of Culture and Tradition by Reem Kassis: A stunning non-fiction children's book celebrating everything Palestinian! From culture and food, to music and literature, We Are Palestinian is a celebration of Palestinian heritage. Brought to life by award-winning writer Reem Kassis, every spread is filled with wonderful anecdotes, fascinating facts, and memorable quotes.

Homeland; My Father Dreams of Palestine by Hannah Moushabeck: A Palestinian family celebrates the stories of their homeland in this moving autobiographical picture book debut by Hannah Moushabeck. With heartfelt illustrations by Reem Madooh, Homeland: My Father Dreams of Palestine is a love letter to home, to family, and to the persisting hope of people, which transcends borders.

Three Wishes; Palestinian and Israeli Children Speak by Deborah Ellis: Ellis turns her attention to the young people of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. After visiting the region to conduct interviews, she presents their stories here in their own words. Twelve-year-old Nora, eleven-year-old Mohammad, and many others speak directly about their lives -- which prove to be both ordinary and extraordinary: They argue with their siblings. They hate spinach. They have wishes for the future. Yet they have also seen their homes destroyed and families killed, and live amidst constant upheaval and violence.

Farah Rocks Florida by Susan Muaddi Darraj: Farah's little brother is in the hospital with a heart problem that needs surgery, so her parents send sixth-grader Farah off to stay with her grandmother in a retirement condo in Florida; Sitti Fayrouz does not speak much English, has a lot of rules, and does not understand Farah's interest in geology, so Farah is not happy with the move--but despite being the only child in the community, Farah finds that the people are nice, and despite getting off to a bad start (she accidentally dumped a soda on his lap) she forms a friendship with Dr. Fisher, who shares her interest in science. Palestinian-American Author.

These Olive Trees by Aya Ghanameh: The story of a Palestinian family's ties to the land, and how one young girl finds a way to care for her home, even as she says goodbye. It's 1967 in Nablus, Palestine. Oraib loves the olive trees that grow outside the refugee camp where she lives. Each harvest, she and her mama pick the small fruits and she eagerly stomp stomp stomps on them to release their golden oil. Olives have always tied her family to the land, as Oraib learns from the stories Mama tells of a home before war. But war has come to their door once more, forcing them to flee. Even as her family is uprooted, Oraib makes a solemn promise to her beloved olive trees. She will see to it that their legacy lives on for generations to come.

Ghaddar the Ghoul And Other Palestinian Stories by Sonia Nimr: Retells nine Palestinian folktales featuring women of character, genial tricksters, and mischievous animals.

Balcony on the Moon; Coming of Age in Palestine by Ibtisam Barakat: Balcony on the Moon follows Ibtisam Barakat through her childhood and adolescence in Palestine from 1972-1981 and chronicles her desire to be a writer.

Young Adult

We're in This Together A Young Readers Edition of We Are Not Here to Be by Linda Sarsour: In this middle grade edition of We Are Not Here to be Bystanders , Linda shares the memories that shaped her into the activist she is today, and how these pivotal moments in her life led her to being an organizer in one of the largest single-day protests in US history. From the Brooklyn bodega her father owned to the streets of Washington, DC, Linda's story as a daughter of Palestinian immigrants is a moving portrayal of what it means to find your voice in your youth and use it for the good of others as an adult.

Tasting the Sky A Palestinian Childhood by Ibtisam Barakat: In this groundbreaking memoir set in Ramallah during the aftermath of the 1967 Six-Day War, Ibtisam Barakat captures what it is like to be a child whose world is shattered by war.

Something More by Jackie Khalilieh: A contemporary teen romance novel featuring a Palestinian-Canadian girl trying to hide her autism diagnosis while navigating her first year of high school, for fans of Jenny Han and Samira Ahmed. Palestinian-Canadian Author.

Ida in the Middle by Nora Lester Murad: Every time violence erupts in the Middle East, Ida knows what's coming next. Some of her classmates treat her like it's all her fault--just for being Palestinian!... One day, dreading a final class project, Ida hunts for food. She discovers a jar of olives that came from a beloved aunt in her family's village near Jerusalem. Ida eats one and finds herself there--as if her parents had never left.

Ronit & Jamil by Pamela L. Laskin: Pamela L. Laskin's beautiful and lyrical novel in verse delivers a fresh and captivating retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet that transports the star-crossed lovers to the modern-day Israel-Palestine conflict. Ronit, an Israeli girl, lives on one side of the fence. Jamil, a Palestinian boy, lives on the other side. Only miles apart but separated by generations of conflict--much more than just the concrete blockade between them.

Adult Fiction and Nonfiction

Why Did You Leave the Horse Alone? by Maḥmūd Darwīsh: Palestine's most internationally famed poet of all, Mahmoud Darwish

The Palestinian Table by Reem Kassis: Authentic modern Middle Eastern home cooking - 150 delicious, easy-to-follow recipes inspired by three generations of family tradition.

Her First Palestinian And Other Stories by Saeed Teebi: Saeed Teebi's intense, engrossing stories plunge into the lives of characters grappling with their experiences as Palestinian immigrants to Canada. These taut and compelling stories engage the immigrant experience and reflect the Palestinian diaspora with grace and insight.

Once Upon A Country A Palestinian Life by Sari Nusseibeh: A prominent Palestinian's searching, anguished, deeply affecting autobiography, in which his life story comes to be the story of the recent history of his country.

Zaitoun Recipes From the Palestinian Kitchen by Yasmin Khan: Oil from the olive -- which is known in Arabic as zaitoun -- flows in abundance in the kitchens of Palestine.

Notes on the Occupation Palestinian Lives by Éric Hazan: Almost 40 years after the Israeli military occupation of Palestine, scenes from the West Bank remain rare and fragmented. Despite its prominence in the world news, suprisingly little is known about daily life in this troubled land. Here is a rare portrait of a population living with the reality of war and the dream of peace. (Published 2007).

A White Lie by Madeeha Hafez Albatta: The Women's Voices from Gaza series honours women's unique and underrepresented perspectives on the social, material, and political realities of Palestinian life. In A White Lie, the first volume in this series, Madeeha Hafez Albatta chronicles her life. Among her remarkable achievements was establishing some of the first schools for refugee children in Gaza. Her story will benefit Middle East scholars, social justice and human rights advocates, and all who want to know more about the modern history of Palestine.

Love Is An Ex-country by Randa Jarrar: Queer. Muslim. Arab American. A proudly Fat woman. Randa Jarrar is all of these things. In this provocative memoir of a cross-country road trip, she explores how to claim joy in an unraveling and hostile America.

The Words of My Father Love and Pain in Palestine by Yousef Khalil Bashir: A Palestinian-American activist recalls his adolescence in Gaza during the Second Intifada, and how he made a strong commitment to peace in the face of devastating brutality in this moving, candid, and transformative memoir that reminds us of the importance of looking beyond prejudice, anger, and fear.

Places of Mind; A Life of Edward Said by Timothy Brennan: The first comprehensive biography of the most influential, controversial, and celebrated Palestinian intellectual of the twentieth century.

We Are Not Here to Be Bystanders; A Memoir of Love and Resistance by Linda Sarsour: Women's March co-organizer Linda Sarsour shares how growing up Palestinian Muslim American, feminist, and empowered moved her to become a globally recognized and celebrated activist on behalf of marginalized communities across the country.

Salt Houses by Hala Alyan: From a dazzling new literary voice, a debut novel about a Palestinian family caught between present and past, between displacement and home...On the eve of her daughter Alia's wedding, Salma reads the girl's future in a cup of coffee dregs. She sees an unsettled life for Alia and her children; she also sees travel, and luck. While she chooses to keep her predictions to herself that day, they will all soon come to pass when the family is up rooted in the wake of the Six-Day War of 1967.

Ishmael's Oranges by Claire Hajaj: It's April 1948, and war hangs over Jaffa. One minute seven-year-old Salim is dreaming of taking his first harvest from the family's orange tree; the next he is swept away into a life of exile and rage. Seeking a new beginning in swinging-Sixties London, Salim finds an unexpected love with Jude, a troubled Jewish girl struggling with her own devastating family legacy. The bond between them flourishes in the freedom of the age, bringing the promise of thrilling new worlds. But before long, childhood conflicts and prejudices reawaken to infringe upon their life together, pulling them and their children inexorably back towards the Middle East and its battlegrounds.

I Shall Not Hate; A Gaza Doctor's Journey: by Izzeldin Abuelaish Dr. Izzeldin Abuelaish - now known simply as "the Gaza doctor" captured hearts and headlines around the world in the aftermath of horrific tragedy: on January 16, 2009, Israeli shells hit his home in the Gaza Strip, killing three of his daughters and a niece. By turns inspiring and heartbreaking, hopeful and horrifying, this is Abuelaish's account of a Gazan life in all its struggle and pain. A Palestinian doctor who was born and raised in the Jabalia refugee camp in the Gaza.

Mornings in Jenin by Susan Abulhawa: A heart-wrenching, powerfully written novel that does for Palestine what The Kite Runner did for Afghanistan. Mornings in Jenin is a multi-generational story about a Palestinian family.

Falastin; A Cookbook by Sami Tamimi: Falastin is a soulful tour of Palestinian cookery today from Ottolenghi's Executive Chef Sami Tamimi, with 120 highly cookable recipes contextualized by his personal narrative of the Palestine he grew up in.

The Parisian, Or, Al-Barisi by Isabella Hammad: A masterful debut novel by Plimpton Prize winner Isabella Hammad, The Parisian illuminates a pivotal period of Palestinian history through the journey and romances of one young man, from his studies in France during World War I to his return to Palestine at the dawn of its battle for independence.

Graphic Novels

Power Born of Dreams My Story Is Palestine by Mohammad Sabaaneh: Translating headlines into authentic lived experiences, these stories come to life in the striking linocut artwork of Mohammad Sabaaneh, helping us to see Palestinians not as political symbols, but as people.

A Child in Palestine; The Cartoons of Naji Al-Ali by Naji Al-Ali: For the first time in book form, A Child in Palestine presents the work of Naji al-Ali. Through his most celebrated creation, the witness-child Handala (Hanthala), al-Ali chronicles the Israeli occupation, the corruption of the regimes in the region, and the plight of the Palestinian people.

Baddawi by Leila Abdelrazaq: Ahmed was raised in the refugee camp of Baddawi in northern Lebanon, one of many thousands of children born to Palestinians who fled (or were expelled from) their homeland during the 1948 war that established the state of Israel. Ahmad's dogged pursuit of education and opportunity echoes the journey of the Palestinian people, as they make the best of their existing circumstances while remaining determined to one day return to their homeland.

The Hookah Girl and Other True Stories by Marguerite Dabaie: In this current political climate, being a Palestinian is a hazard. However, there are common grounds where East meets West. The Hookah Girl is a semi-autobiographical graphic novel of a childhood as a Christian Palestinian in America.

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Donate to Medical Aid for Palestinians

Donate to Palestine Children's Relief Fund

Donate to The World Food Program

Donate to Doctors Without Borders

Donate to UNRWA

#palestine #Palestinian #Palestinians #book list #books #children's books #young adult books #ya books #adult books #fiction #non-fiction #graphic novels #free palestine

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starbase-yorktown · 7 days

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OK AND NOW FOR THE OC NOVELS. LET'S TALK THE ALYMPA CHRONICLES @zzoomacroom!!! so from the age of 19 to today, I've been writing, editing and self-publishing a sci-fi fantasy YA series called the alympa chronicles. I'm 5 books in, with the final 2 in progress currently.

Elevator pitch: human abductee is rescued by galactic investigators/first responders. adventures ensue, all tied to a cat and mouse game of blood vendettas and vengeance oaths with a cold, ruthless villain who will stop at nothing to collect that which he thinks belongs to him. including said human abductee.

or: sometimes your family are your hot mess, dysfunctional alien rescuers, and blood has very little to do at all with defining the kind of person you are and the kind of person you will be. plus so many queers.

Minutes To Midnight: a relic warrior of a failed insurrection is plotting his vengeance by unleashing a genetically engineered biochemical weapon on the city that betrayed him. Rin & company are fighting to find him in time and keep this from happening, but not everything will go well. Sub-plot: beware that which we lock away within ourselves, for it thrives in the dark like a fungus until all that remains is the rotted, hollow husk of what we pretend to still be.

EXCERPT: If openly walking where one shouldn’t be were an art form, it was one Dor Prem had honed to a master’s skill.

The first step in accomplishing this feat was to believe in its most central lie: that no such place existed to start with. One was allowed and, in fact, expected to be wherever it was one was found to be.

The second step was to not believe in that lie too wholeheartedly.

Anyone who walked with too much certainty—too arrogant in their trespassing, too daring in their self-assurance—all-but broadcast their bluff to the sharper-eyed observer. Overconfidence was as much a novice’s error as anxious hesitation. Mastery lied in that tenuous balance between the two: to not look like one had something to hide or justify but also to not walk with bare-faced bravado.

One wore nondescript clothes, but not too nondescript; no one, of course, existed without personality. Identifying features were not to be flaunted but also were not to be obviously concealed, for that was likewise a give-away of ill-intent. Instead, one applied cover appropriate to local fashion and season. A hood against a cold night was more likely to be overlooked than, say, a hood on the strips on a summer’s eve, where the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and drink and the sweet sickness of psychedelic haze. There, one was more likely to disappear with the barest of garments, one’s own skin and bone bleeding into the skin and bone of revelers to either side in an indecipherable mass.

The third step was, of course, to know one’s assignment beginning to end, inside and out, from the most obvious of details to the most granularly mundane of what one did for their non-existent mother’s birthday the year prior. Spies, insurrectionists, insurgents, the treasonous (so many names for the same class of traitor in the eyes of the average Ethonian) pulled from a deep well to effortlessly redirect or dispatch any obstacle to their mission and bring it to completion.

Each step, when coordinated, unfolded into the most riveting of dances, the most intricate brushwork that left only a masterpiece behind.

Ghostwalkers, they were once called. Specters. Changelings. They were the Insurgency’s most elite, infiltrators who were there one day and gone the next, convincing targets and bystanders alike that they were something they were not: trustworthy to their cause, to peace and the broken status quo, when all they desired was its razing.

The blades that cut in the night and left scores of dead to be found by the sun’s rise.

Once, ghostwalkers were renowned. They wielded respect through sheer terror of their prowess, were granted passage and sworn vows of silence from passersby who had the immense misfortune of stumbling upon their unfolding handiworks.

No longer.

Homecoming: our heroes were not paying attention to the right things; they fell right into the web, followed the baited paths, and now, it all ends. In pain, in blood, in loss, in tears, in heart-breaking sacrifice, it all ends. But perhaps, they will have caught enough of the shattering pieces to salvage something from the wreckage. Something that can keep the entire quadrant from falling to terror and death and carnage altogether.

Hello, my sweet heart. My dearest.

You are dreaming right now.

But you know my voice, warm and crackled with age. You know the touch of my hand on yours, as old and as kind as the thrako tree beneath which I am buried. You know the scent of my leathers and oils and incense.

I know you are eager. I know you are scared.

But no matter how dark what follows becomes, no matter how terrible or hopeless my children's story grows, remember this.

It all ends just so, across time and space to even you one day, as it has already come for I:

"And then, they went home."

#my writing #my OC writing #mine #writing #the alympa chronicles #miscellaneous

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sadboytournament · 2 months

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ROUND ONE

Propaganda

Saddness: She is the embodiment of the emotion Sadness. She just wants love and recognition as anyone would. Ignore her at your own peril.

Clarith: (tw: genocide) She's lived in this insular village, where she's mocked and belittled for being part of the Netsuma clan (as she has white hair). She starts her song (Daughter of White/ Bystander) by apologizing for being alive. The only person she has to support her is her adoptive mother, who is fatally ill. Eventually, a woman appears in the village, and Clarith nurses her back to health, and she becomes her only friend after Clarith's mother dies. However, the village still despises Clarith, so the two run off together to the capital of their country. While working as maids, Clarith's friend catches the eye of a foreign king, who proceeds to annul his engagement to the neighboring kingdom's princess. Because the princess only knows a vague description of what Clarith's friend looks like (the friend has green hair), she orders a genocide of Clarith's country. As a Netsuma, Clarith is spared, but her only friend is killed in the war. With nothing left to live for, her old employers try to help her get back on her feet at a monastery. At the very least, she's comforted by the knowledge that the princess who started the war was executed after a revolution. Some time later, she finds a girl who has passed out near the monastery, and nurses her back to health. Despite the girl's standoffish and selfish nature, the two become friends and Clarith teaches the girl how to contribute with the chores and looking after the orphans. One night, Clarith is looking for a lost hair tie when she notices that the confessional booth is in use. The occupant is the girl that Clarith rescued, who has started to truly grow into life at the monastery. The child who is starting to develop her own skills and an appreciation for herself and others. The occupant is the tyrant who started the war that killed her friend. Overcome by rage, Clarith follows the girl outside, to the ocean. The girl's back is turned, from Clarith's pocket is a dagger. She doesn't remember having a dagger, but what does it matter? With just one swing, the story will be over. Clarith's country will be avenged. Clarith's dear friend will be avenged. Yet, she can't bring herself to kill a lonely child. Clarith and the girl come to an agreement. If the girl truly wants to repent for her actions, she will need to work and live for it.

#the sadboy tourney #the sadgirl tourney #saddness #inside out #clarith netsuma #the evillious chronicles

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nolcro · 7 months

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A Contravention of Oaths

The pen lay poised above the blank page in eager anticipation. It would not move, no matter how much the young duskwight holding the weapon urged it forward. The words would not come. After what was witnessed, how could they?

Nolanel glanced across the campfire towards the paladin, the warrior laying down with the song of sleep issuing forth. He had followed this man out into the Thanalan wastes to chronicle the life of a real paladin. Back in Sharlayan, Nolanel had imagined an oathbound statue solemnly holding back the evils and monsters seeking to feed on the innocent and the weak. A true stalwart defender of the people who would sooner eat their own blade than betray their word. That Nolanel would travel to these lands to learn all he could of oaths and the power they gave to those who swore by them only to find that these sacred ideals were more akin to guidelines than a strict creed.

This man, who had agreed to allow Nolanel to follow him on his journeys to chronicle his life and the tales of a free paladin, was a fraud. The young duskwight reflexively shied away from the accusation before forcing himself to face it. He took a deep breath as he organized his thoughts into the facts.

Fact, the bandits held a merchant and her family at sword-point for the goods in their wagon.

Fact, the paladin strode forth against the bandits, blade and shield in hand.

Fact, the bandits were crushed under foot as the paladin moved through them like a bloody hurricane, as the bystanders watched on in horror.

Fact, the paladin then demanded compensation from the family under threat of his blade.

Just remembering the events had Nolanel’s world shattering all over again. The sadness he felt with the truth of it all turned quickly to anger. A paladin was supposed to be a protector of the meek and innocent, not another thug looking to extort. His pen then stabbed into the page, anger fueling his words as the scratches laid bare the paladin’s violations. Every excuse Nolanel could come up with for the paladin’s actions was quickly thrown to the bloody ground.

There was no excuse for betraying your oaths…was there?

The young duskwight continued to furiously scribe the betrayal he felt long into the night.

#nol my angy boy #ffxivwrite2023 #its rough sorry #paladins arent perfect #but they are the best

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An Iranian court has sentenced an anti-government protester to death for the first time since the alleged police killing of 22-year-old Mahsa Amini in September set off the longest major demonstrations against Iran’s cleric-led security state.

Protesters have been calling for a change in Iran’s leadership and an end to decades of gender discrimination and state impunity. Iranian authorities have met the protests with violence and demanded harsh punishments for those who take part.

Iran’s revolutionary court handed down the death sentence Sunday, according to Mizan, the news site of the country’s judiciary. The protester was accused of setting a government building on fire and charged with “war against God” and “corruption on earth,” as well as acting against national security.

A separate branch of Iran’s revolutionary court sentenced five other unnamed defendants to up to 10 years in prison for violating national security and disrupting public order, according to Mizan. The rulings can be appealed.

There is little expectation of fair trials for detained demonstrators, bystanders and chroniclers of the uprising. Iran’s judicial system is stacked against the accused and dominated by the country’s security services. Rights groups warn that these are sham trials, with detainees often forced or tortured into providing false confessions based on made-up evidence. Protesters arrested in Iran face a justice system stacked against them

More than 15,000 Iranians have been arrested and several hundred killed in nearly two months of anti-government protests, the activist news agency Hrana estimates. Iranian authorities, who claim that Amini died of preexisting medical conditions, have framed the protests as riots incited by third-party countries to destabilize Iran.

A number of protesters face charges that can carry the death penalty. They include Toomaj Salehi, a rapper who was arrested after taking part in the protests and releasing music that supported their cause, and Niloofar Hamedi and Elahe Mohammadi, the two female Iranian journalists who helped break the story of Amini. Authorities have accused the pair, without evidence, of being CIA agents. They have been held in Tehran’s Evin prison complex — which is notorious for alleged widespread human rights violations — since late September.

The family of another prominent detainee, activist Hossein Ronaghi, said Sunday that his life was in danger after he was transferred to a hospital in Evin prison and they lost contact with him. Ronaghi is on a hunger strike to protest his arrest on Sept. 24. Ronaghi’s family said that he suffers from a kidney condition and that both his legs were broken while in jail. First, Iran came for a rights activist. Then for his family and friends.

When death sentences are issued for political prisoners in Iran, they are not always carried out, and can sometimes be commuted. But the threat of death is real: In 2021, Iran executed at least 314 people, according to Amnesty International — the second-highest known number of executions after China. The true number is likely higher.

Sunday’s sentence is the first known to be linked to this year’s protests. Experts affiliated with the U.N. Human Rights Council (HRC) called on Iranian authorities last week “to stop using the death penalty as a tool to squash protests” and “to immediately release all protesters.”

In their statement, the experts said they feared that Iranian authorities would target “women and girls, who have been at the forefront of protests, and especially women human rights defenders, who have been arrested and jailed for demanding the end of systemic and systematic discriminatory laws, policies and practices.” Iran charges female journalists who helped break Amini’s story with being CIA spies

Other countries have sought to apply pressure on Tehran to stop the targeting of protesters, with more than 40 countries supporting a proposal by Germany and Iceland for the HRC to hold a special session on human rights in Iran.

On Monday, the European Union and Britain announced further sanctions against Iranian officials and entities involved in repressing protesters.

British Foreign Secretary James Cleverly said in a statement that the sanctions send “a clear message to the Iranian regime” that “the violent crackdown on protests must stop and freedom of expression must be respected.”

On Friday, French President Emmanuel Macron met with four female dissidents from Iran and told them he respects and admires “the revolution they are leading.” Iran’s Foreign Ministry criticized the move, calling it “a flagrant violation of France’s international responsibilities in the fight against terrorism and violence.”

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On History

We often have this belief history is in the past. The truth is, we make history daily, either by our actions or inactions, but often only the chronicles of the rich and powerful are read, their biographies either sterilized to remove all question of morality, or written in such a way to excuse their brutal actions and stupid decisions.

It is fact future historians will not be kind to those in power now who purposefully turn our beautiful planet into a raging inferno, either through purpose or profit, or both.

But what about the rest of us? How will history view and report on the masses of men and women who lead lives of quiet discontent, to quote Thoreau? Will future historians view us as the inevitable victims of evil men? Will they view us as innocent bystanders?

I propose a different view: future historians will condemn us as willful participants, as we spend time looking for entertainment instead of looking for ways to put the brakes on a society, culture, world hurling toward the edge of a cliff despite a plethora of road signs in varying fonts and sizes warning us what lies ahead.

Yet we should not get involved to be remembered as heroes, as those who took a stand, we should get involved because to remember us at all means we survived, and made an effort to create change today.

#history #ecology #environment #ecopunk #solarpunk #climate justice #climate change #politics #activism

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Shout Out to the Revolution

(Bring it back to the street style)

[All]

This means war--some real beef

[Yotsutsuji]

The warriors assemble, the fight begins--

Someone please stop this tragic fanfare

(Shout Out to the Revolution)

[Ichiro]

Shout Out to the Revolution

It’s the eve of revolution, we can’t stop

But I’ve got the skill to pivot at the drop of a pin

That’s right, who’s No.1? Ichiro, y’know

You amateur rappers get outta my way

Rebelling against the tyrants, our passage is open

I’m ready to deliver one helluva bashing (Boasting)

Make our living stalking these streets

You trash piss me off and I’ll beat you down with a verse

[Samatoki]

Calamity’s coming for you (Worst Side)

This’s Samatoki-sama’s rock style

You can’t run from this Level 5 rhyme bullet

Rainin’ down, rainin’ down, rainin’ down now

When I push back my hair, you better get serious

Come at me, kid, it’s time for the shootout

You diss my friends, you’re gonna get beat

“Life is not fair.” That’s my creed

[Jakurai]

The pendulum of chaos sways erratically

A severed graft, clogged with logic

Do away with contradictory slogans

Instead polish your words, your aesthetic senses

As if deciding your course with a coin toss

Seize your chance to aim for the throne

The enemy in the mirror clears the scales from your eyes

I am--but I know not what to think

[Ramuda]

A heart’s trap, making war with pleasure

Lollipops don’t show mercy

I control this line-up,

My human toy soldiers

Hooked on the thrill, how’s this destructive show?

Leaping up from the ruins,

Ramuda goes hop skip jump!

Let’s go! C’mon ladies!

I’m the cute and cruel revolution

(Shout Out to the Revolution)

[TDD]

We’ll destroy this dystopia

Through our disses we steal our gloria

We make our stand for ourselves alone

Insults fly from this Hypnosis Mic

Sticking with our aesthetics

We rewrite this entire chronicle

Our fates are linked; only one can survive

Raise the flag of revolution

Only the winners’ll live with honor and pride

The pure and the filthy, drink ‘em down and ignite

We dirty guys bring order to the chaos

Bring it back to the street style

[Ibuki]

You bastards brandishing your “justice”--

My crimson flames will burn you to ash

My spite’ll smother you, break all

I’m a def expert, a desperado

A real slayer crushes even the bystanders

You won’t get last words, I’ll thrash your soul

It’s my turn, GREN’s arrow’s gonna burn through you

Time to atone for your sins

[Seigen]

Watch out for my gun (Bang! Bang-Bang!)

Anything goes if you win (Ha! Ha-ha!)

It’s not in my style to get beat down

I shoot with no hesitation, I’m Dominator

You’re not just ‘cuz you’re righteous,

You’re just ‘cuz you’re strong

“Heroes” make me wanna puke (Boo!)

You goody-goody guys don’t know shit

Get in my way and you’re gonna get gone

[Jyobu]

What I crave is blood and gum syrup

Let me see the terror of war resound in your eyes

Tremble and shake, run for your life

What a disappointment--”Allow me to kill you now.”

Rampage with intent to kill in this battle

In the end it was knowledge that allowed humanity to evolve

The GENERAL makes his proposal

Relying on no one, I spread my sublime ideals

[Rindo]

Everybody’s fooled by my persona

So simple, they bore me to tears

An inferior boot, a shoddy motto

Bonds? Playing ‘friends’? (My oh my…)

With a smirk I rule, strict and clever

I’ll remind you until you scream, I’m Sweeper-A

“This whole country will be mine.”

Burning bridges is what makes a revolution

[D4]

We’ll destroy this dystopia

Through our disses we steal our gloria

We make our stand for ourselves alone

Insults fly from this Hypnosis Mic

Sticking with our aesthetics

We rewrite this entire chronicle

Our fates are linked; only one can survive

Bring it back to the street style

[Yotsutsuji]

The glimpse of the bright blue sky was brilliant

Amidst the chaos--I’d almost forgotten

I wanted to express that, so I scribbled it down

This verse traces my memories and touches on a taboo

The men who should’ve been bound by unbreakable bonds

Tear each other to pieces, lose themselves in the fog

The intrigue starts moving; bluster meets its grave--

I saw that sort of lucid dream upon the road to revolution

[TDD]

Now is the time to change

Fight on, no gain no pain

No one’s coming outta this unhurt; one way

This means war--some real beef

[D4]

Now is the time of rage

Run wild; only lonely

We can’t turn back, it’s too late

[All]

You wanna grovel in your grave? Rise to fame?

Bring it back to the street style

Dead Mics hit the pavement and scatter

But we’ve staked our pride on this battle

Stand on your own two feet and carve out the future

Wow oh oh…

[Yotsutsuji] Someone please stop this tragic fanfare

Wow oh oh…

[All] We don’t wanna part but it’s time for the finale

Shout Out to the Revolution

We’ll destroy this dystopia

Through our disses we steal our gloria

We make our stand for ourselves alone

Insults fly from this Hypnosis Mic

Sticking with our aesthetics

We rewrite this entire chronicle

Our fates are linked; only one can survive

Raise the flag of revolution

Only the winners’ll live with honor and pride

The pure and the filthy, drink ‘em down and ignite

We dirty guys bring order to the chaos

This means war--some real beef

Bring it back to the street style

Shout Out to the Revolution

#rule the stage #track 5 #the dirty dawg #D4 #shout out to the revolution #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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Because I Myself Am Weak

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms: The Infernal Devices - Cassandra Clare, The Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber

Relationships: Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray, Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs/Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Nate Gray/Jessamine Lovelace, Cecily Herondale/Gabriel Lightwood, Sophie Collins/Gideon Lightwood, Charlotte Branwell/Henry Branwell

Characters: Tessa Gray, Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs, Cecily Herondale, Jessamine Lovelace, Sophie Collins, Charlotte Branwell, Henry Branwell, Gabriel Lightwood, Gideon Lightwood, Benedict Lightwood, Nate Gray (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Phantom of the Opera Fusion, Slow Romance, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Jem Carstairs as the Phantom, Will Herondale as Christine Daae, Tessa Gray as Raoul, Sick Jem Carstairs, Bisexual Will Herondale, Bisexual Jem Carstairs

Language: English

Summary: "This season’s production was Ambroise Thomas’ version of Hamlet, and Will was beside himself with both excitement and disdain. To see the Bard’s work encapsulated on the musical stage seemed almost like a bastardization." Will Herondale, resident student actor at The Institute, has a secret. Well, It isn't really a secret to those closest to him, and it isn't really a secret if anyone else looks close enough. His secret is that he's lovers with the resident "opera ghost". What happens, though, when his childhood sweetheart, Tessa Gray, re-enters his life and re-sparks their old flame?

The Institute

London, 1876

The stage of The Institute was filled with people all preparing for rehearsal. Ballerinas stretched and pliéd, warming up their feet and legs while the chorus ran through vocal exercises. Stagehands moved around props and checked the rigging; seamstresses finished hems last minute with a flurry of hands and stitches. Actors and actresses–Will Herondale included–ran over various lines and blocking for different scenes. This season’s production was Ambroise Thomas’ version of Hamlet, and Will was beside himself with both excitement and disdain. To see the Bard’s work encapsulated on the musical stage seemed almost like a bastardization. Half of the original character list was cut–including Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, much to Will’s dismay. Fortinbras’ invasion of Norway was also cut from the production because Fortinbras himself was no longer a player within the play. From what he could gather from the script, Queen Gertrude has become a co-conspirator with King Claudius instead of merely a bystander. Laërtes is less standoff-ish with Hamlet to begin with as well, which Will could only imagine would make their graveyard duel even more tragic.

“Will you please stop moping about? Rehearsal starts in a mere five minutes, and we must review the blocking for act one scene-” Jessamine (resident Primma Donna and thorn in Will’s side) says, but breaks off when she sees that he isn’t paying attention. “Really, William. Won’t you at least pay attention?”

“I just do not see how this is better than Shakespeare. Nothing could even begin to match the original source material.”

“William, please-”

Jessamine’s frustrated and wheedling pleas were cut short as Benedict Lightwood–manager and director–stepped onto the stage followed by his two sons Gideon and Gabriel as well as Charlotte Branwell, the ballet director.

“I still think that he would make a better Polonius than I,” Will whispered theatrically, referring, of course, to the elder Mr. Lightwood.

“He doesn’t have the wits for it,” chimed in Magnus Bane.

Magnus had been casted as the title character, and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jessamine–who had been casted as Ophélie–also loved to bask in the limelight. The problem was that the two of them had the least amount of chemistry between them that Will had ever seen in two leading actors. He was giving them the benefit of the doubt, though, seeing as it was still early in the rehearsal process.

“Attention, cast!” came Benedict’s voice. “I have some notes of interest before rehearsal starts.”

“Sweet Jesus, have mercy on us all.”

This comment, though spoken under his breath, earned Will an exacerbated look from Charlotte.

“I would just like to remind you all,” Benedict continued. “that I shall be taking a brief holiday to the mainland beginning next week. In my absence, my two sons shall be in charge, so starting now all questions and concerns should be directed to them. Thank you.” He paused and then gestured to Charlotte. “Mrs. Branwell, where would you like to begin rehearsal?”

“Fantastic,” Will hissed. “Stupid and Stupid-er are to be left in charge.”

“Are you feeling quite alright, Will? That was a rather lame remark, compared to your usual retorts.” Jessamine said, smiling thinly with a delicate hand on her chest.

Will simply rolled his eyes as Charlotte moved to stand beside Benedict. Next to him, she looked small enough to be a child though she was Will’s elder by nearly a decade.

“Let’s pick up where we left off last time, shall we? Act one, scene three, everyone.”

Benedict and his sons left the stage to sit in the front row seats–presumably to take notes or something or other, but Will suspected otherwise. Charlotte, being the choreographer, stayed on stage.

Jessamine whirled to face Will.

“Now look at what you’ve done!”

“What I’ve done? Jessie, I hardly did anything-”

“I was trying to get you to rehearse the blocking for this scene with me but you were too busy-”

“Ahem,” Charlotte cleared her throat and gave them both a pointed look.

Jessamine and Will parted ways with a look as the rest of the cast took their places. Will wandered over to the wings, as he didn’t enter the scene until about half way through. Jessamine and some other actor Will hadn’t learned the name of who played Laërtes took center stage.

“My necessaries are embarked. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit and convey is assisstant, do not sleep, but let me hear from you.”

Jessamine batted her eyelashes as she spoke her line, “Do you doubt that?”

“Stop! Robert,” That’s his name, Will thought to himself. “during your bit of dialogue, you are to move to stage right. And for goodness sake, you two, Ophélie and Laërtes are siblings, not lovers. Act like it.” Charlotte said, looking exhausted already. “Reset.”

A voice from behind whispered in Will’s ear, “Lord almighty, I can only imagine how this is going to play out.”

Will didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was that was speaking to him.

“Ah, James. Finally show up do you, you disloyal bastard,” When he turned around, his mouth was stretched into a mischievous grin.

James–Jem, as Will most commonly called him–stood behind one of the great crimson curtains, concealing half of his visage. His ethereal silver hair reflected what little lamplight was present backstage, and his silver eyes were bright with humor.

“James, is it? What could I have possibly done wrong this time that would warrant my given name?”

“Oh, nothing in particular-” Will cut himself short, just because he loved being an annoying tease. “Anyway, we both know that Robert is much too busy eyeing up dearest Jessie to even think properly, let alone pretend to be her brother. Dear god, they should have chosen the cast list more carefully.”

“And who would you have chosen to play Laërtes instead of Robert?” Jem asked. He had come out from behind the curtain a little more, and Will could see the clothing ensemble he had chosen for the day. Black trousers and waistcoat, along with a sage green work shirt. He wasn’t wearing a collar or a jacket of any kind.

“Literally anyone,” was Will’s response. “Perhaps Magnus. At least his choice in lovers would allow him to play Laërtes with a more brotherly sense.”

“Well, if we’re choosing Laërtes’ actor on account of his choice in lovers, then perhaps you would be a good match.”

Will snorted through his nose.

“Hardly. I’d be too busy throttling her, though I suppose that that would be quite a realistic representation of siblings.”

Jessamine and Robert had made it further along in the scene, and Will could hear their droning lines.

“I shall,” Jessamine was saying. “the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede.”

“One moment,” Will said to Jem. “this is my cue.”

“After this, let’s cause some mischief,” was Jem’s last response before he slipped back into the shadows, presumably up the rafter where he often resided during rehearsals.

Once Robert began his line (“O, fear me not.”), Will straightened his shoulders. He stepped onto the stage and into the role of Polonius.

#the infernal devices #shadowhunters #herongraystairs #heronstairs #Wessa #Jessa #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #jessamine lovelace #sophie collins #the shadowhunter chronicles #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #author

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#San Francisco #Police Pursuits #News

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dan6085 · 2 months

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Determining the "top" documentaries of all time is inherently subjective, as different viewers prioritize different aspects of filmmaking and storytelling. However, there are certain documentaries that have garnered widespread acclaim for their technical prowess, impactful narratives, and ability to spark important conversations. Here are 20 highly regarded documentaries, each with a brief description and why they stand out:

Man with a Movie Camera (1929): This silent experimental documentary by Dziga Vertov offers a captivating glimpse into daily life in the Soviet Union of the late 1920s. Its innovative camerawork and editing techniques continue to influence filmmakers today.

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Night and Fog (1955): Alain Resnais's haunting exploration of the Nazi concentration camps is a powerful testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable horror.

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Shoah (1985): Claude Lanzmann's epic nine-hour oral history of the Holocaust features interviews with survivors, perpetrators, and bystanders, offering a comprehensive and unflinching look at this dark chapter in human history.

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Grey Gardens (1976): The Maysles brothers' intimate portrait of two reclusive relatives of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis offers a fascinating and sometimes uncomfortable look at wealth, family dysfunction, and aging.

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Vernon, Florida (1981): Errol Morris's pioneering work in cinéma vérité uses innovative interview techniques to create a complex and moving portrait of a small-town community.

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Harlan County, USA (1976): Barbara Kopple's Oscar-winning documentary chronicles a brutal coal miners' strike in Kentucky, highlighting the struggles of working-class Americans and the power of collective action.

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Salesman (1969): The Maysles brothers follow four door-to-door Bible salesmen in Boston, capturing their hopes, dreams, and frustrations with humor and empathy.

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Gimme Shelter (1970): David Maysles, Albert Maysles, Charlotte Zwerin, and Penelope Pecs document the Rolling Stones' disastrous 1969 concert at Altamont, offering a chilling look at the dark side of the counterculture movement.

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Jiro Dreams of Sushi (2011): David Gelb's captivating portrait of Jiro Ono, a 90-year-old sushi chef considered a living legend, explores the dedication, passion, and artistry required to achieve mastery in any field.

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Man on Wire (2008): James Marsh's Oscar-winning documentary tells the incredible story of Philippe Petit, a French high-wire artist who walked between the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in 1974.

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The Act of Killing (2012): Joshua Oppenheimer's disturbing but essential documentary explores the Indonesian genocide of 1965-66 through interviews with the killers themselves, confronting viewers with the depths of human cruelty.

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Amy (2015): Asif Kapadia's Oscar-winning documentary paints a tragic portrait of singer Amy Winehouse, using archival footage and interviews to explore her rise to fame, struggles with addiction, and untimely death.

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O.J.: Made in America (2016): Ezra Edelman's eight-hour epic examines the life and trial of O.J. Simpson, offering a nuanced look at race, class, and the American justice system.

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Free Solo (2018): Jimmy Chin and Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi's Oscar-winning documentary follows Alex Honnold as he attempts to become the first person to free solo climb El Capitan, a 3,000-foot rock wall in Yosemite National Park.

Citizenfour (2014): Laura Poitras's gripping chronicle of Edward Snowden's leaks on NSA surveillance programs sparked global conversations about privacy and government overreach.

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My Octopus Teacher (2020): Craig Foster's Oscar-winning documentary details his unlikely friendship with an octopus in a South African kelp forest, offering a powerful exploration of the interconnectedness of nature.

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Fyre Festival: The Greatest Party That Never Happened (2017): Hulu's documentary unravels the disastrous Fyre Festival scam, offering a cautionary tale about social media hype, influencer culture, and the dark side of entrepreneurial ambition.

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Won't You Be My Neighbor? (2018): Morgan Neville's heartwarming documentary explores the life and legacy of Fred Rogers, the beloved host of children's television series "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," reminding viewers of the importance of kindness and compassion.

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American Movie (1999): Mark Borchardt's hilarious and touching portrait of his friend's chaotic attempts to make a low-budget horror film offers a unique and endearing look at the struggles and triumphs of independent filmmaking.

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Bowling for Columbine (2002): Michael Moore's controversial yet thought-provoking documentary examines gun violence in the United States, sparking debate and raising awareness about social issues contributing to gun violence.

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Bonus:

Paris is Burning (1990): Jennie Livingston's groundbreaking documentary explores the lives and struggles of Black and Latinx LGBTQ+ youth in New York City's ball scene, offering a poignant look at self-expression, race, and marginalization.

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The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara (2003): Errol Morris's Oscar-winning interview with former US Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara confronts him with the human cost of the Vietnam War, forcing viewers to grapple with complex questions about power, responsibility, and the nature of war.

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Remember, this list is just a starting point, and there are countless other incredible documentaries worth exploring. Consider your own interests and priorities when choosing documentaries to watch, and enjoy the unique power of documentary filmmaking to inform, inspire, and challenge your perspective.

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thank you to my dear @bookishjules for tagging me in this!! it looks very fun.

How many works do you have on ao3?

i have 8

What’s your total ao3 word count?

28,939

What fandoms do you write for?

currently published: the shadowhunter chronicles, bungou stray dogs. but i do have a few ideas for other fandoms coming soon hopefully...

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

family game night (run while you can)

and i want you to come back

arms tonite

chasing cars

arms tonite [alternative ending]

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

98% of the time, i do!! i am so appreciative that someone took the time out of their day to comment on something i have put a lot of work into, even if it is only an emoji or something.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what doesn't have an angsty ending probably the original 'arms tonite' fic. i had to write the alternative ending just so my friend would actually read it...

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'family game night' is probably just my happiest one overall!!

Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no, i don't, but i wouldn't be opposed to it. i just only would include it if i find it necessary to the direction i am taking with the fic.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i haven't!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no :(

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have not, but i am open to co-writing something!!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

FIRSTPRINCE! i haven't written anything for them yet but i will. soukoku is my fav ship to write for currently.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i've had a cafe shop nick and charlie fic on the back burner for a while and i think it's now charred and stuck to the pan.

What are your writing strengths?

i think it would be describing emotions. i am very detached to them, so i sort of describe emotions from a bystander's perspective.

What are your writing weaknesses?

writing anything long!! i am not one to ramble and i LOVE leaving things vague so that the plot unlocks with subtle clues. this does mean a lot of my works are shorter and i would love to be able to write something longer.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

well, the only other language i can speak is mandarin, so probably not for me. i would have to talk to someone i knew spoke the language i wanted dialogue in, before being confident enough to use it in a fic.

First fandom you wrote for?

i honestly can't remember! so i will say bungou stray dogs for now.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it would have to be 'and i want you to come back.' i am so proud of ty's characterisation and i just love where the story went. i also really like its companion fic of 'i want to go home' too, because it was my first time writing for kitty and i had a lot of fun writing!

i can't think of writer friends off the top of my head, so i will leave the tag open <3

#nero attempts to socialise #tag game!!!

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