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melishatweedy · 4 months

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My take on Mrs Melisha Tweedy and why she is the way she is:

One of the first things that stuck out at me from reading “Mrs Tweedy’s Pie for the Soul” was Melisha’s backstory. Her father gifted her a puppy but her mother was disgusted with this. She wanted him to buy Melisha something “valuable”. Melisha reacts the same way as her mother does.. however we see a glimpse of her father in her when she agrees to try to bond with the puppy.

It seems she tries to make her mother happy the most, by saying she wanted a “gold telly” which is… unheard of for sure… and unrealistic. This tells me that she comes from a wealthy family.. this is maybe where her lust for money and power come from.. her mother. Her father seems very down to earth. He talks about how a young girl shouldn’t want riches, she should want something along the lines of a puppy, like other kids her age. I was obsessed with getting a puppy when I was a young girl.. just like most of my peers. The way her mother talks to her father is the same tone as she talks to Mr Tweedy.. a learnt behaviour.

We also see that Melisha doesn’t get along with her young peers. She claims she has no friends and is okay with this. It seems her mother’s words about being rich and alone seemed to have stuck with her. She’s accepted she has no friends, which is probably why she wants to be rich. She doesn’t want to be both poor AND lonely, which she ends up becoming after the end of the first film, or even the start.

Conclusion? She’s just like her mother. Her father tried, probably countless times to bring her back into reality and show money isn’t everything. But she’s stuck in her mother’s ways.. which is what we see from the first Chicken Run. The way she talks to Mr Tweedy, the way she’s obsessed with being rich. She most likely feels like she’s failed her mother now she’s poor and on a farm worth nothing. There’s a hint of emotional abuse from her mother.. cold and bitter, especially about how she should act. Here she’s a child, a child who cannot make friends and cannot see why most kids love puppies and toys etc. Thanks to her mother’s rich tendencies.

But why did she end up poor? Where is all this money and riches she once talked about? My guess is something happened with her father and they went bankrupt. Her parents lost everything during the wars. She was probably a teenager when the Wall Street crash happened.. remember it did affect the UK too quite a bit. When she met and eventually married Mr Tweedy, she probably saw the already probably dying farm as a new big business adventure.. but it didn’t go to plan. And in the second film, where she’s now married to Dr Fry, it’s mainly due to money and power. She married Mr Tweedy for love and a big future.. possibly children, which we saw never happened... she married Dr Fry for his money and intelligence.

Mr Tweedy… where do I start? The comic relief of the film one may say. He is a funny character. But she wasn’t abusive towards him. Emotionally? Perhaps some may say. We see her call him all sorts of names.. but physically? No. (Apart from that boot to the ass but that’s not relevant here). A simple man from a long line of farmer, most likely inherited Tweedys farm from his own father.

We see from his excerpt that the marriage is all but dead. However he says that he likes “a kind word from the missus” which indicates there is still a spark there. They do love each other but she isn’t in love anymore. She still does give him these “kind words” from his segment, and we see in the film her pinching his butt in one scene. My theory is they did marry for love, but with the farm failing and them becoming poorer than usual, that once love is now gone, from Melisha’s side anyway.

They divorce because well.. there’s nothing left. The farm is gone, the chickens are gone, money.. gone. They probably sold the farm and then divorced, he mayhaps moved on to work on another farm as a farmhand, and she met Dr Fry and the rest is history. There’s one part in the second film which sticks out to me, where she says “my current husband” meaning she probably will divorce him and take a lot of his money, investments and inventions. Yall know miss Melisha signed her name on many of these things. All I can say there is girlboss!

My ultimate conclusion: she’s had a hard life, give the woman a break. she’s not the “villain from chicken run” she’s a businesswoman with goals and aspirations.

I am all for any other theories or discussions with any of you!! I love it.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk!

#if Melisha tweedy has one fan: it’s me #if she has 0 fans: I’m dead #this took me ages I was very invested in eastenders #I’m a firm believer in Melisha supremacy #she needs a hug!#melisha tweedy #mrs tweedy #chicken run #chicken run: dawn of the nugget #mr tweedy #dr fry #emma’s chicken run degree

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illegiblehandwriting1 · 7 months

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i can't remember if an interaction ever happens like this, (probably) but imagine Kaladin being as stoic as ever, he's on duty (idk if this is during Words of Radiance or just before Rhythm of War, so he's either in the warcamps or Urithiru probably. If warcamps then its after the chasms. actually yknow what this is both fanfic and random bullshit, i do what i want and say fuck canon)

So he's standing guard like he's supposed to, except Shallan decided that a productive use of her time is to go and bother him. Radiant thinks it's rude and the respect she has for both him and any soldier means she hates this, but Veil is totally in on it.

So she's just pestering him for his entire shift, and he's standing there, not looking at her, completely dead-faced, offering the occasional clipped answer, and generally being incredibly annoyed, but at some point, she says something either humorous, heartwarming, or both, and without really thinking about it, just COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUSLY, his face breaks into a small little grin. Not a sarcastic one or a bitter one, just a little smile of joy that breaks through his perpetual storm. The moment he realizes, of course, he very quickly hides it, but of course Shallan catches it.

And she just gasps playfully but also genuinely surprised, but she keeps it lighthearted in the hopes she sees it again. "Storms, what was that? Captain Kaladin? Was that a smile from the Captain Kaladin, whose scowl could curdle milk?"

And he glares at her, because he wasn't smiling and he was on duty and frankly, she had been annoying him for ages and he wanted her to shove off. But she grins up at him.

"Oh, come on, Captain, don't make all the troops run off in fear now! You have a lovely smile, it's wonderful!"

And she pokes him in the side, just to get a little twitch and a deeper frown.

"Aw, that usually works on my brothers. Well then. I'll have to figure out something else, won't I?" Her mischievous expression softens a little, and she just tells him, "You really do have a lovely smile. I don't know why you try to hide it." And she just sits down and spends the rest of his shift telling jokes and ridiculing passerby, no longer trying to annoy him, but just there to keep him some company and maybe make him smile again.

And if a grin broke through his stormy facade every once in a while, well then, she wouldn't point it out. She just took a Memory and carried on chattering loudly about axehounds and lavis polyps and how Adolin had worn his shirt backwards and that lady's hat over there looked like a pile of cremlings had eaten too much and died on top of it, hoping that smile might stick.

(Later, Shallan finds Adolin and runs up to him, screaming, "I MADE KALADIN SMILE!" and Adolin's like "WHAT IN THE ALMIGHTY'S GOOD NAME, I DIDN'T KNOW HE KNEW HOW TO DO THAT" and they just freak out about it and generally make fun of him. That night, Kaladin has a dream about Tien and wakes up crying, only to wonder what reminded him of the time Tien had visited him in the clinic for hours on end, talking and keeping him company as he tried and failed to get his stitches as perfect as his father's.)

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 9 months

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Mei: What's that? Chicken: Bawk! Mei: You have a chicken!? Red Son: Of course I have a chicken

#red son with pet chicken supremacy #he is secretly Damien wayne /j #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk incorrect quotes #lego monkie kid incorrect quotes #lmk mei #mei dragon #long xiaojiao #lmk long xiaojiao #lmk red son #lmk redson #lmk hong hai'er #source: battle of the super sons

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daily-teki · 5 months

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Day 96: on the third day of Christmas, the death game gave to me;

Three French hens

Two turtledoves

And a partri(o)dge in a pear tree

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 6 months

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By: Armin Navabi

On the morning of the 7th of October, 2023, the Palestinian militant group Hamas orchestrated a multi-pronged assault against Israel from the Gaza Strip. Their fighters breached the heavily fortified border, committing a mass murder of more than a thousand Israeli civilians, including young children. The political discourse surrounding these brutal events and the war that has come in its wake, especially in the West, has been tinged with a misguided transposition of Western identity politics onto the Middle East that collapses all nuance and reduces a complex situation into a simple binary of “oppressor versus oppressed.” As such, leftists in English-speaking nations tend to see Palestine (including Hamas) as an oppressed, brown victim class whose freedom-fighting “resistance” against their oppressive, white, US-backed colonizers in Israel is a righteous cause with which to stand in solidarity. This simplistic view of the long-standing conflict in the Middle East leads to confused and contradictory thinking, as seen in the slogan (and now meme) “Queers for Palestine” brandished at anti-Israel rallies. It’s worth exploring just how incoherent this concept is.

On the surface, “Queers for Palestine” attempts to meld LGBT advocacy with Palestinian liberation, a juxtaposition that has precipitated a whirlpool of ridicule and criticism due to the fact that LGBT rights scarcely exist within the Muslim world, and the Palestinian territories are no exception. The slogan has been widely satirized with variations like “Chickens for KFC” or “Blacks for the KKK”, which highlight the basic lack of awareness of just how incompatible the values of the Western left are with the Islamic right they so readily champion.

The reality of the situation could not be more stark. Though it has much room to improve, Israel is at the forefront of LGBT rights in the Middle East. In Israel, LGBT people are visible members of society with legal protections, civil rights, and a plurality of public acceptance.

Palestine, by contrast, is quite a different story. The UCLA Williams Institute’s 2021 global report on LGBT acceptance rated Israel 44th out of the 175 countries/territories examined. Palestine came in at 130, behind Russia, Saudi Arabia, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Georgetown University likewise placed Palestine 160th out of 170 countries on their women’s peace and security index, in good company with most of the region. Amnesty International’s 2020 report on human rights highlights the criminalization of male same-sex relationships in Gaza, punishable by up to 10 years' imprisonment, with a conspicuous absence of legal protections against anti-LGBT discrimination or harassment. This lack of civil rights has led hundreds of gay and bi Palestinians to flee to Israel to escape persecution. One such refugee, Ahmad Abu Marhia, a 25-year-old gay Palestinian man, was living under asylum in Israel. In 2022, he was kidnapped and beheaded in the West Bank city of Hebron. His murderers uploaded footage of the killing to social media.

However, every time these disparities are mentioned, critics are quick to lob accusations of "pinkwashing" — a concept invented to frame any discussion of Israel’s progressive stance on LGBT issues as a distraction from their mistreatment of Palestinians. The fact remains that these “Queers for Palestine” could march in Pride parades in Israel if they wanted to. In Palestine, they’d better be wearing iron neck guards if they don’t want to lose their heads.

Another disconcerting element of “Queers for Palestine” is that it popped up in prominent left-wing anti-Israel/pro-Palestine rallies in the immediate aftermath of Hamas’s terrorist attacks, before Israel had the chance to respond. As such, there is no way to interpret this slogan and the surrounding leftist fervor except as a signal of support not merely for Palestine, but specifically for Hamas, the jihadist movement with the explicit aim of eradicating the state of Israel. It's imperative to understand that Hamas, as detailed in its 1988 Covenant, is propelled by a fundamentalist Islamist ideology with the goal not only of eliminating all Jews but also conquering the world — just like ISIS. Senior Hamas official Mahmoud al-Zahar was recorded saying, “The entire planet will be under our law, there will be no more Jews or Christian traitors.”

[ One of the many memes that the original “Queers for Palestine” image spawned. ]

Western support for Hamas, under the guise of Palestinian liberation, overlooks the deep-seated radical Islamist ethos driving the organization, which, if unbridled, would jeopardize the very freedoms cherished by LGBT people across the developed world. Anyone who doubts this should try being gay, bi, or trans in most of the Middle East and North Africa’s (MENA) Muslim-majority countries. Virtually all of these nations have laws that criminalize homosexuality and being trans, some of which carry the death penalty. Human Rights Watch’s "Everyone Wants Me Dead" report succinctly encapsulates in its title alone the perilous environment faced by LGBT individuals in these regions.

Many on the Western left, including the LGBT left, have become enamored with Critical Social Justice, which provides a warped lens through which they perceive all of humanity as oppressors versus oppressed classes. Armed with this simplistic, binary worldview, leftists gravitate toward perceived liberation movements for other so-called oppressed groups. This narrow prism, however, obscures the universalist ideology of Islamism espoused by groups like Hamas, which, under a facade of anti-imperialist rhetoric, harbors a brutal dogma that is antithetical to the liberties and rights championed by LGBT activists. No amount of screaming about “pinkwashing” can drown out the irony of folks who believe in LGBT liberation cheerleading ideological movements from which they would flee as refugees.

To be sure, the Palestinian people have suffered more than their fair share, and it’s easy to see how the Palestinian resistance narrative can carry the allure of righteous rebellion, especially for factions of the hard left who have their own aspirations of a large-scale dismantling of our liberal society. The vicarious thrill of romanticized revolution that leads some to go far beyond simply advocating for the Palestinian people and expressing solidarity with Hamas, ignores the jihadist ideologies at the core of such organizations. These ideologies are oppressing LGBT Palestinians at this very moment, and given half a chance, they would oppress the very leftists now voicing support for the Palestinian cause. And, indeed, this has happened before.

The aftermath of the 1979 Islamic Revolution in Iran is a harrowing tale of leftists being tortured and executed en masse by the very Islamic regime they supported for the sake of their anti-imperialist goals. Many Iranians who aligned with leftist organizations supported the revolution only to find themselves persecuted by Islamists they helped put in power.

Immediately following the revolution, the new regime led by Ayatollah Khomeini began systematically oppressing LGBT people and publicly executing them by the thousands. These atrocities were justified as a means to "eliminate corruption" and prevent the "contamination" of society. Between 4,000 to 6,000 gay, lesbian, and bi people have been executed since the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Iran’s legal system, rooted in Islamic law, criminalizes consensual sexual relations between same-sex individuals, with penalties ranging from lashes to death. Iranian law does not distinguish between consensual and non-consensual same-sex intercourse, allowing authorities to prosecute both perpetrators and victims of sexual assault.

[ Source: The Algemeiner ]

Images of gay and bi men hanged from cranes so that they may slowly suffocate to death serve as grim reminders for anyone interested in human rights: align with Islamic fundamentalists at your peril.

"Queers for Palestine", and the nuanced realities it glosses over, underscores the need for a more informed and discerning discourse — a discourse that transcends catchy slogans and moral binaries and delves into the complex, often discordant ideologies at play in the Israel-Palestine conflict. That way, we can advocate for a better future without bolstering forces antithetical to liberal values, and without betraying LGBT people by undermining their very rights and freedoms. We can’t do that while overwriting the complicated dynamics of a 75-year foreign conflict with our own provincial identity politics.

Intersectionality is an institutionally acquired neurological disorder.

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dekujinsart · 1 year

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"Violets are blue, and roses are red, if you refuse my advances, I’ll hit you in the head.”- The horrible Valentines Day poem Jimmy no doubt would write for poor Maya. >:3c

#At Dead of Night #Jimmy Hall #Maya #ADON Maya #Jaya #I am allowed one garbage character dynamic/relationship.#But in this house we believe in Maya supremacy so she no doubt kicked him in the nuts shortly after this.#Now I return to continuing to rotate these two in my head ala rotisserie chicken style.

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topgunreacts · 4 months

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You might be interested to know that I had a dream about Chicken Nugget. A friend and I were trying to train her with little treats but she was not impressed and just went to lie down in her dog bed. That's all.

I am extremely interested in this; thank you for sharing. Your subconscious read of her characterization is 100% accurate. One day she will grow out of her teen dog behaviors but it is not this day.

#writing #ask #principles of aviation #chicken nugget supremacy

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siriannatan · 2 years

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Cub to the Rescue | Spicy Chicken au

A special dedication to: @opalwhisker @mojo-chojo

"Shit…" Scar cursed. The alley he ducked into was a dead end. And the other end was already blocked by the thugs. And Scar had no athletic ability. And would rather not kill some lord's thugs, even if he was out of tricks that would get them off his tail. Unfortunately this time, he was quite far from Grian and Mumbo's stomping grounds…

As he pondered what to do, some subconscious part of him send a spark of magic to a sigil at the back of his neck. The sigil was left there by Cub, last time Scar came by avoiding his many troubles, and spurred some questions, mainly from Grian and about how to locate Cub if they could not find Scar. Scar would rather these two don't meet, it would probably end in a good, old-fashioned fistfight… Not something Scar wanted to see - he was quite sure Grian would lose…

WARNING: blood and gore and injury mentions

Scar messed up. He knew he did. At least this time it was because he tried doing something good.

The town he came to was under a rule of an asshole lord who hoarded all the magic to himself and the local population was in need of some basic magic services which he provided at quite the premium price. No cutting corners, full honesty. He was being a good person. But being good, even though it paid well, didn't always end well. In this case it ended with several crossbow bolts stuck in his back, nothing too deep or that a potion couldn't fix. Still rather inconvenient.

Just like a group of three thugs of the lord that were still chasing him… Cub would be so angry he got in trouble so close to his forest…

"Shit…" Scar cursed. The alley he ducked into was a dead end. And the other end was already blocked by the thugs. And Scar had no athletic ability. And would rather not kill some lords thugs, even if he as out of tricks that would get them off his tail. Unfortunately this time, he was quite far from Grian and Mumbo's stomping grounds…

When that tiny bit of mana reached the sigil, some distance away Cub felt it, and instantly got ready. The three vex that were hanging around his house were very on board with going along. They all liked Scar and candy he always brought to appease them. Not that he needed it with Cub's mark on him but it wasn't like Cub told him. Even if he was just a humble alchemist, Cub still knew how to teleport.

Scar sat in the mud, the night was very rainy and it was thundering, blinking stupidly at Cub's back. And what a sight he was.

His long braid was a bit messy, and whipped back and forth in the wind. He was missing his coat so his loose and usually billowy shirt was quickly soaked with the rain and sticking to his skin. And, as if the slight glow of the three tiny vex-fairies wasn't making him look hot enough, he was wearing his glasses, as Scar noticed when the alchemist glanced back at him.

"Scar, Scar, Scar," Cub tutted, ignoring the three thugs. "What kind of a mess did you get yourself into this time?" he sighed and pet one of the vex. "You guys hungry?"

"Who the hell are you!?" the biggest thug yelled over the howling of the wind.

"Just a humble alchemist with a few little friends," Cub smiled at the thugs. "And you dared hurt one of my friends, and my little friend's favourite," his pretty face twisted into a mock pout.

Scar watched Cub with wide eyes. Just what was he going to do against three grown men? All he had with him were… three… little… ravenous… man-eating… fairies… He wasn't…

"Go and have a snack," Cub hummed cheerfully. He absolutely was…

The three vex didn't have to be told twice they were allowed to partake in this rare buffet. With a shocking to anyone not used to them speed, the little creatures shot towards the thugs. Pulling at their hair. Ripping any parts of their clothes they could. Biting off chunks of meat with their tiny, razor-sharp teeth.

Scar was not used to seeing vex eat. Unlike Cub who found the creatures both fascinating and adorable. For whatever reason he often compared Scar to them.

"Any other injuries I need to know about?" Cub asked kneeling and checking over Scar. "Ignore the vex, focus on me, I might have to leave the bolts in until I have you somewhere dry," the alchemist fretted over the sorcerer, completely ignoring the gross noises of the meat-feast. "Whatever you do no fall asleep."

"How did you even find me here?" Scar asked, mostly as a distraction. Cub's face was was doing great job distracting him from all the blood and gore vex were currently eating. The thugs were already dead and quiet… Those little guys were really scary… and Cub lived in a forest fill of them…

"You didn't activate the mark on purpose?" Cub asked back. "Of course you didn't, you're too stubborn to do it," he huffed picking Scar up, staying very mindful of his back. "We're going," he whistled at the vex who gladly returned to him. All three were very happy, full and covered in blood and tiny chunks of flesh. "Okay, let's Scar home," he hummed as he teleported them to his forest house.

Scar pretended hering what he said, didn't make him feel all warm and tingly. He would not mind spending more time with Cub, even if vex were involved… But he'd probably be more careful about calling fo Cub's help, especially if he'd bring vex with him…

Scar messed up. He knew he did. At least this time it was because he tried doing something good.

The town he came to was under a rule of an asshole lord who hoarded all the magic to himself and the local population was in need of some basic magic services which he provided at quite the premium price. No cutting corners, full honesty. He was being a good person. But being good, even though it paid well, didn't always end well. In this case, it ended with several crossbow bolts stuck in his back, nothing too deep or that a potion couldn't fix. Still rather inconvenient.

Just like a group of three thugs of the lord that were still chasing him… Cub would be so angry if he got in trouble so close to his forest…

When that tiny bit of mana reached the sigil, some distance away Cub felt it and instantly got ready. The three vex that were hanging around his house were very on board with going along. They all liked Scar and the candy he always brought to appease them. Not that he needed it with Cub's mark on him but it wasn't like Cub told him. Even if he was just a humble alchemist, Cub still knew how to teleport.

Scar sat in the mud, the night was very rainy and it was thundering, blinking stupidly at Cub's back. And what a sight he was.

His long braid was a bit messy and whipped back and forth in the wind. He was missing his coat so his loose and usually billowy shirt was quickly soaked with the rain and sticking to his skin. And, as if the slight glow of the three tiny vex-fairies wasn't making him look hot enough, he was wearing his glasses, as Scar noticed when the alchemist glanced back at him.

"Scar, Scar, Scar," Cub tutted, ignoring the three thugs. "What kind of a mess did you get yourself into this time?" he sighed and pet one of the vex. "You guys hungry?"

"Who the hell are you!?" the biggest thug yelled over the howling of the wind.

"Just a humble alchemist with a few little friends," Cub smiled at the thugs. "And you dared hurt one of my friends, and my little friend's favourite," his pretty face twisted into a mock pout.

Scar watched Cub with wide eyes. Just what was he going to do against three grown men? All he had with him were… three… little… ravenous… man-eating… fairies… He wasn't…

"Go and have a snack," Cub hummed cheerfully. He absolutely was…

The three vex didn't have to be told twice they were allowed to partake in this rare buffet. With a shocking to anyone not used to them, speed the little creatures shot toward the thugs. Pulling at their hair. Ripping any parts of their clothes they could. Biting off chunks of meat with their tiny, razor-sharp teeth.

Scar was not used to seeing vex eat. Unlike Cub who found the creatures both fascinating and adorable. For whatever reason, he often compared Scar to them.

"How did you even find me here?" Scar asked, mostly as a distraction. Cub's face was doing a great job distracting him from all the blood and gore vex were currently eating. The thugs were already dead and quiet… Those little guys were really scary… and Cub lived in a forest full of them…

"You didn't activate the mark on purpose?" Cub asked back. "Of course, you didn't, you're too stubborn to do it," he huffed picking Scar up, staying very mindful of his back. "We're going," he whistled at the vex who gladly returned to him. All three were very happy, full and covered in blood and tiny chunks of flesh. "Okay, let's Scar home," he hummed as he teleported them to his forest house.

Scar pretended hearing what he said, didn't make him feel all warm and tingly. He would not mind spending more time with Cub, even if vex were involved… But he'd probably be more careful about calling for Cub's help, especially if he'd bring vex with him…

#my stories #my stuff #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #convex #convex supremacy #spicy chicken au #sorcerer!scar #alchemist!cub #mojo chojo #queen mojo

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