cw: colonialist appropriation, Beyonce, Israel
I saw a video of an Israeli settler dancing to "Break My Soul" while holding an Israeli flag and I wanted to throw up. It is an obscenity this song is being used to celebrate genocide, and a desecration of an anthem for Black liberation.
You can't control how people use your music. But when you find out what they're using it for you can absolutely snow them with copyright claims until they'get the message not to even try it.
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fics where someone goes to angband instead of/with maedhros
[in the brackets are the characters who are captured]
For Want of a Crown by theScrap_Witch [maglor]
The Price We Pay by theScrap_Witch [maglor]
A Perfect Pair by SunflowerSupreme [finrod and maglor]
A Songbird in Angband by AdmirableMonster (Mertiya) [maglor]
Mountains Don't Sing by MathConcepts [maedhros and fingon]
Animal Skins by Ilye [celegorm]
In Gold gefasst and Prized Jewel by Siana [maedhros and maglor]
A Fair Evil by Siana [maedhros and maglor]
A Broken Voice by Silentx13 [maglor]
Wisdom Prevails by Ardruna [nerdanel]
What If It Hadn't Been Maedhros? by ArvenaPeredhel [maglor, celegorm, caranthir, curufin, amras] (it's five different stories, not "all of them get captured together")
Aphonia and Mother Who Bore Me by ArvenaPeredhel [maglor]
Hard Choices and Silenced by waitingfover [maglor]
+ two in russian
Услышь меня, брат... by Nolofinve [feanor]
Кроме пыли и пепла by vinyawende [feanor]
this list probably isn't comprehensive, if you know more fics with a similar plot, please tell me!
if you are the author of one of the fics here and would like to be @'ed or to have your fic removed from here, please tell me! if i made a mistake in the descriptions tell me also
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me: i want to go into good omens 3 completely blind so when the trailer gets released im staying off everything. ill be reading books and watching movies and drawing. no spoilers for me
me but in my brain: You are on Tumblr dot com literally every day. As well as YouTube and TikTok. You are unemployed and have chronic boredom, as well as ADHD that will have you struggling to read that often. You will stay off for 5 hours before getting withdraws. You will cave in, see a spoiler, scream about it, make a post about tagging spoilers correctly, then maybe stay off for another few hours. Then, the next day, you will filter every Good Omens tag possible and stay on the website in fear, desolate as your feed is covered in 'this post contains filtered tags' and wonder if its actually worth it. You will say yes, it is worth it because you want to be surprised, but you will live in agony regardless until s3 is released.
me: yippeeeee lets go blindddd
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Ellie takes promises seriously, or rather, she wants to take them seriously, but it is still hard to trust people sometimes, even Joel. After he lied to her about the hospital, they eventually figured it out, sure, but now a nagging voice in the back of her head whispers, what if he is lying again with every 'I swear' or 'I promise' that leaves his lips - and she cannot help but think that it might be right.
However, she does trust Joel enough to tell him about that, and after a few days of him gritting his teeth and mumbling, inadvertently blaming himself, and trying to fix it, he does present her with a solution.
"A what?"
"A pinky promise: you lock pinkies, and it makes it count."
Ellie stares at her own hand, wiggling her fingers, and trying to decide if this is the stupidest thing she has ever heard or something that might actually be helpful. His expectant gaze weighs her down more and more the longer the silence stretches around them, and when she lifts her head, the smile on his face seems more tense than anything else.
"How is it different from a normal promise?", she asks, but she also shuffles closer to him on the couch and rests her cheek on his shoulder, Joel's arms a glowing embrace keeping her warm, keeping her together. She can feel his lips brushing over her hair when he responds, and maybe it can be stupid and helpful at the same time.
"You don't break pinky promises, ever. I used to do it with Sarah when she first started preschool. Pinky promised to come back for her, and I did every single time."
When his fingers fill the empty spaces between her ribs, her heart flutters with something akin to fond excitement, and she can't help the smile tugging on her lips as she gives in.
"Sure, we can do that. But if you ever break one, I will kill you."
Joel's chuckle vibrates through her skull and comes to rest at the bottom of her stomach, warm and comforting and a promise all on its own.
It does become something they do afterwards, hesitantly at first but then for anything and everything, and the splintered trust hanging fragilely between them sprouts new leaves and heals itself from the inside out.
They do it before she leaves for school over breakfast, locking pinkies and saying "I'll be here when you come back" or "I will pick you up later," and no matter which one it is, Joel sticks to it. There's "You get to choose the movie tonight" and "I really am okay, promise" after Ellie's nightmares leave even Joel absolutely terrified, and she curls up against his chest and exhales the weight on her shoulders when he promises to keep her safe, mumbles that carry her through her dreams all night long.
There is "You won't get hurt," "I didn't eat your chocolate," "I will come back," and "You matter to me."
There is "It wasn't your fault" and "I'm sorry". There's "You didn't fail me" and "I will never let you go, never send you away."
In the dead of winter, snowed in and surrounded by blinding darkness that tastes like sharpness and metal, like hands holding her down and blood coating her skin, her pinky shakes when Joel wraps his around it, but she finds his eyes and doesn't look away.
Promise me, she starts, and she doesn't really know how to finish it.
Promise me spring.
Promise me warmth.
Promise me that he won't haunt me forever.
Promise me that I deserve to be here while everyone else isn't.
Promise me you love me.
Joel cups her cheek with his free hand and presses a kiss to her forehead, both of them hidden away beneath layers and layers of blankets.
I promise, he says, and when their breaths mix in the small space left between them, their eyes both golden and tired, she squeezes his finger and he squeezes back, and it means everything all at once.
Promise, they say, over and over again, and they keep every single one.
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Edward’s Engagement to Lucy
The novel Sense & Sensibility makes a very important point about Edward’s engagement to Lucy Steele and it’s NOT that Lucy was a master seductress (though she is probably the most intelligent of the scheming women, after Lady Susan). Edward’s engagement to Lucy happened because his family circumstances left him vulnerable.
Edward is the most dependent of Jane Austen’s heroes. He only has £2000 of his own (about £100/year), which would be too little to marry upon, almost too little to support himself in the gentry. He wants to go into the church, but he can’t because his mother won’t support him. This is a real, legitimate issue. Without family support, Edward might have ended up as a permanent curate, making about £50/year (£150/year total) and never having enough to marry. This is a real thing that happened in the time period. So, as Edward explains:
I should very soon have outgrown the fancied attachment, especially by mixing more with the world, as in such case I must have done. But instead of having any thing to do, instead of having any profession chosen for me, or being allowed to chuse any myself, I returned home to be completely idle; and for the first twelvemonth afterwards I had not even the nominal employment, which belonging to the university would have given me; for I was not entered at Oxford till I was nineteen. I had therefore nothing in the world to do, but to fancy myself in love; and as my mother did not make my home in every respect comfortable, as I had no friend, no companion in my brother, and disliked new acquaintance, it was not unnatural for me to be very often at Longstaple, where I always felt myself at home, and was always sure of a welcome; and accordingly I spent the greatest part of my time there from eighteen to nineteen
Which means that Mrs. Ferrars was the author of her own destruction, something that is just more delicious than Lucy being the ultimate schemer. Basically everything she does towards her sons backfires. She tries to push Edward into a fancy career, instead he gets engaged to her last choice for him as a wife. She signs over an estate to Robert, and Robert marries that same worst choice.
Edward got engaged to Lucy because he was unloved, vulnerable, and bored. All Lucy had to do was be pretty, kind to him, and to actually support his desire to be in the church. It’s easy to see how he was attracted to her.
Parents/guardians in Jane Austen who try to push their children into marrying for wealth ultimately fail. This happens to General Tilney, Sir Thomas Bertram, Mrs. Norris, and Mrs. Ferrars. I wonder if Jane Austen was trying to show that it was both imprudent and immoral to push for marriages without any thought towards love.
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