#Heroic exploits

[blueheartbookclub]

"Unveiling the Mystique: Lewis Spence's 'Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt'—A Journey through the Enchanted Sands of Time"

Lewis Spence's "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" invites readers into the mesmerizing realm of one of the world's most captivating civilizations. Accompanied by the enchanting illustrations of Evelyn Paul, this exploration of ancient Egyptian mythology unfolds as a visual and literary feast. The title itself promises a journey into the timeless narratives that have echoed through the ages, shaping the collective imagination of humanity.

In this comprehensive volume, Spence delves into the rich tapestry of Egyptian mythology, unraveling tales of gods, goddesses, pharaohs, and mystical creatures. Published in [year], the book stands as a testament to Spence's scholarship and his ability to bring the distant past to life. The title serves as an open invitation to traverse the sands of time, guiding readers through the mythical landscape that has fascinated scholars and storytellers for centuries.

What sets "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" apart is the synergy between Spence's evocative storytelling and Evelyn Paul's enchanting illustrations. Paul's artistic renderings breathe life into the ancient deities and heroes, capturing the essence of the myths in a visual language that complements Spence's narrative. The title hints at the dual allure of myth and legend, promising readers an immersive experience that transcends the written word.

The narrative unfolds like an epic journey, with each chapter revealing a different facet of Egyptian mythology. Spence skillfully navigates through the creation myths, the pantheon of gods, and the heroic exploits of figures like Osiris, Isis, and Anubis. The title "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" acts as a guide through the labyrinth of stories, beckoning readers to uncover the secrets buried in the sands of time.

Spence's prose is both accessible and scholarly, making the complex narratives of ancient Egypt approachable for readers of all levels of familiarity with the subject. His passion for the material shines through, and the title serves as a thematic compass, steering readers through the mystical narratives with a sense of wonder and discovery.

The Departure of Isis from Byblos—Evelyn Paul (Illustration from the book - print book have black & white illustrations!)

The book not only explores the mythical tales but also delves into the cultural and religious significance of these stories in ancient Egyptian society. Spence contextualizes the myths within the broader historical and cultural landscape, offering readers a holistic understanding of the enduring impact of these narratives. The title hints at the layers of meaning waiting to be uncovered, as each myth and legend holds a key to unlocking the mysteries of a bygone era.

In conclusion, "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" by Lewis Spence, adorned with the enchanting illustrations of Evelyn Paul, is a captivating odyssey into the heart of one of the world's most enduring civilizations. The title encapsulates the essence of the book—a mesmerizing journey through the mythical landscapes of ancient Egypt. Spence's scholarly approach, coupled with Paul's artistic brilliance, creates a harmonious blend that caters to both the intellect and the imagination. As readers embark on this literary expedition, the title serves as a beacon, guiding them through the enchanting sands of time and unveiling the enduring mystique of ancient Egyptian myths and legends.

Lewis Spence's "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" is available in Amazon in paperback 13.99$ and hardcover 21.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 280

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Illustrations are black & white in the print!

Review By: King's Cat

[blueheartbooks]

"Unveiling the Mystique: Lewis Spence's 'Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt'—A Journey through the Enchanted Sands of Time"

Lewis Spence's "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" invites readers into the mesmerizing realm of one of the world's most captivating civilizations. Accompanied by the enchanting illustrations of Evelyn Paul, this exploration of ancient Egyptian mythology unfolds as a visual and literary feast. The title itself promises a journey into the timeless narratives that have echoed through the ages, shaping the collective imagination of humanity.

In this comprehensive volume, Spence delves into the rich tapestry of Egyptian mythology, unraveling tales of gods, goddesses, pharaohs, and mystical creatures. Published in [year], the book stands as a testament to Spence's scholarship and his ability to bring the distant past to life. The title serves as an open invitation to traverse the sands of time, guiding readers through the mythical landscape that has fascinated scholars and storytellers for centuries.

What sets "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" apart is the synergy between Spence's evocative storytelling and Evelyn Paul's enchanting illustrations. Paul's artistic renderings breathe life into the ancient deities and heroes, capturing the essence of the myths in a visual language that complements Spence's narrative. The title hints at the dual allure of myth and legend, promising readers an immersive experience that transcends the written word.

The narrative unfolds like an epic journey, with each chapter revealing a different facet of Egyptian mythology. Spence skillfully navigates through the creation myths, the pantheon of gods, and the heroic exploits of figures like Osiris, Isis, and Anubis. The title "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" acts as a guide through the labyrinth of stories, beckoning readers to uncover the secrets buried in the sands of time.

Spence's prose is both accessible and scholarly, making the complex narratives of ancient Egypt approachable for readers of all levels of familiarity with the subject. His passion for the material shines through, and the title serves as a thematic compass, steering readers through the mystical narratives with a sense of wonder and discovery.

The Departure of Isis from Byblos—Evelyn Paul (Illustration from the book - print book have black & white illustrations!)

The book not only explores the mythical tales but also delves into the cultural and religious significance of these stories in ancient Egyptian society. Spence contextualizes the myths within the broader historical and cultural landscape, offering readers a holistic understanding of the enduring impact of these narratives. The title hints at the layers of meaning waiting to be uncovered, as each myth and legend holds a key to unlocking the mysteries of a bygone era.

In conclusion, "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" by Lewis Spence, adorned with the enchanting illustrations of Evelyn Paul, is a captivating odyssey into the heart of one of the world's most enduring civilizations. The title encapsulates the essence of the book—a mesmerizing journey through the mythical landscapes of ancient Egypt. Spence's scholarly approach, coupled with Paul's artistic brilliance, creates a harmonious blend that caters to both the intellect and the imagination. As readers embark on this literary expedition, the title serves as a beacon, guiding them through the enchanting sands of time and unveiling the enduring mystique of ancient Egyptian myths and legends.

Lewis Spence's "Myths and Legends Ancient Egypt" is available in Amazon in paperback 13.99$ and hardcover 21.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 280

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Illustrations are black & white in the print!

Review By: King's Cat

[bonefall]

longtime dc fan and i think a lot of people are angry because alex is obviously one of the most culturally relevant instances of misogyny in media. that being said being more culturally relevant doesn’t mean it’s the worst instance of misogyny and i think bumble definitely experiences more profound misogyny in the way the actual content is presented, if that makes sense

I get you, and that's a charitable way of looking at it.

I think what's rustling my jimmies is that like, there was a couple of WC fans being mildly dismissive of Alex in that note minefield, after dozens of comments of "fuck you how could you let the fridge woman lose" and "Bumble didn't deserve to win ANY rounds" and "how could A CAT experience misogyny." But then WE get blamed for the toxicity because THEY were butthurt that the Funny Cat People have the 'audacity' to win something they feel entitled to.

Like, we've gotta be endlessly charitable as we get openly insulted because they're upset about Alex losing, a very well-known and culturally relevant character with a legacy so massive we have a whole term named after her. But condemnations of "She's just a cat, letting WC into this poll was a mistake, Bumble can't even be a victim of misogyny" only started coming around once I started talking about it.

as if it's OUR fault people got passive-aggressive or even OPENLY aggressive towards us, and that we're "just as bad" for retaliating

But like you said, it's not a "Most Culturally Relevant Misogyny" tournament, it's a "Canon Misogyny Victims" tournament. And you're not even supposed to give a shit that Bumble died. The fat, woman abuse victim is beaten to death by a dictator, and your takeaway is meant to be, "It's so sad that Clear Sky is being blamed for murdering her, now they're all preparing for self-defense against a homicidal maniac, oh nooo :("

And I think that DOES make her deserve the win here! Alex is a MARTYR. Everyone with a brain agrees what happens to her is bad. It happened in her canon because it was bad. We talk about her and keep her memory alive. Bumble gets dismissed entirely out of hand because she's "just a cat in a kid's book" as if that doesn't make it worse, and as if the kid's book didn't treat a domestic abuse survivor like a moron for even asking for help.

Anyway, just to reiterate, I love DC fans. It's not all of you guys. Alex was done dirty and deserves justice-- and it's even kind of a shame that all she became is "The Fridge Woman." I haven't even heard people talk about how she was a wary, responsible person who was still ready to rock with Kyle's new weird glowstick powers, or that she was a journalist, or that she just got brought back in another edition as a Green Lantern only to be revealed as an illusion and re-absorbed back into Kyle's mind. Nope. Even her fans just remember her as The Fridge Woman.

[voidedjuice]

Siege alter who, instead of going for the king of victoria stuff, is simply Vina, leader of the glasgow gang

The sighs of kings keeps just being a cold slab of metal with a long backstory. The Victorian state is corrupt and oppressive. Instead of becoming King, what matters to her are the perfectly ordinary people she cares for and wants to protect, so that's what she sets out to do

6* brawler guard who gives abyssal hunter style bonuses to the other glasgow members, that make them actually good and viable :)

personal copium time: she and reed meet up and decide that the whole system needs 2 go yesterday. glasgow and reeds dublinn join to lead a revolution ^v^ tarans are granted proper rights & their language and culture are protected :) everybody happy

[mariocki]

Death Weekend (The House by the Lake, 1976)

"They'll go away."

"They won't go away! Can't you see that? They're not gonna go away. For God's sake, can't you guess what they're gonna do next?"

[weaverlings]

not working on it yet but checked out the instructions for this class project of drafting a "personal budget"

it wants us to include three income sources.

[lostloveletters]

While I was traveling I did a lot of reading (I will not pay for in-flight wifi thank you), and I re-read The Godfather for the first time in a while. Honestly, it's not so bad when I just skip past the parts about Johnny and Lucy because I really don't give a fuck about them and their storylines make no sense in the overall plot of the novel🙄

One thing I will give the novel over the movie is how much more time is spent on building depth to Kay and Michael’s relationship. And oh my god I love Sonny Corleone so much, I always have but wow🖤 I'm so excited to get his fic finished and posted hopefully early next year!

The fun thing about Mario Puzo only including like three paragraphs’ worth of information about Michael’s service in the Pacific means I can make up a lot of it myself🤭 I did take notes of what little canon info there is.

Also in the scene where Michael and Kay have dinner and see a show the night of the attempt on Vito’s life, he tells her that he wants to be a math professor? He's a fucking nerd and was probably majoring in statistics or something like that, I don't know! Obviously now I'm thinking about a Michael and Gloria Professor/Student AU because holy shit, but that's gonna be on the backburner until I write a few more chapters of Bruised Fruit.

This is so stream of consciousness sorry🫠

[spidergvven]

WWII propaganda has become completely insufferable after watching 5 months of american bombs being dropped on palestinian children culminating in us "port" being built as an obvious prelude to us troops on the ground in gaza

[dolche-tejada]

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[txttletale]

sorry but you reblogged an addition to your post that says copyright was “used against” taylor swift and that simply isn’t true and it’s too funny for it to be on your blog uncontested. taylor swift still has the copyright of those songs. the only reason why she can make the re-recordings is that she has the copyright. she makes money when you play the non “taylor’s version” songs. she also sues etsy sellers on top of copyright striking fan edits (fancams) that use her songs. disney is literally hashtag goals for her on how they deal with copyright.

she retained the copyright to the musical compositions but not the specific recordings on her albums, which were (and iirc still are) held by her label. earning royalties is not the same as owning your own artistic output--she can make the re-recordings because legally speaking they are covers. and if you think the point of that addition was that taylor swift is aspirational or a small artist striking out heroically then idk what to tell you i think you're just looking for a reason to get mad because you saw the name of a person you don't like. i don't like taylor swift either but the addition i reblogged was obviously not about the terrible plight of the poor oppressed billionaire and how we should all feel bad for her but about how even when you are in fact a rich and famous and independently wealthy artist, even the most comically privileged and powerful artist in the world, copyright is not designed to help or protect you but to exploit you. if you cant understand that then idk amiguita i cant help you

[erendur]

The Gil-Galad choice

You know the Peredhil choice ?

Well, let's imagine that in light of a. his dubious parentage (somebody somewhere must know the truth, but they won't tell) and b. his long and honourable service as High King of the Noldor and also c. his heroic deeds, a reembodied Gil-Galad is also given a choice : he gets to choose to which branch of the Finwean family he is going to officially belong.

So one sunny day in Tirion (they are all sunny, it's Valinor and it's boring, but they have chosen that particular day so), all assemble in the grand public square in the middle of the city, in which Prince Fëanáro had once memorably threatened his brother Prince Ñolofinwë with a sword and on another occasion called the Noldor to rebellion and also sworn an Oath (nothing much happened there after that), to hear the head of each of the three Houses of the Sons of King Finwë present to Gil-Galad their arguments as to why he should chose them.

The current King of the Noldor, Arafinwë, goes first.

He is feeling a bit light-headed and jittery, because the poor guy has been in charge of what was left of the Noldor after the departure of the exiles, had to manage the de-Fëanárification process (see there), the tense relations with the Vanyar (while being himself part-Vanyar - awkward), the even more tense relations with the Falmari (his wife is a Falmar - awkward doesn't even start to cover it), and as if that wasn't enough has also had to manage the thickening stream of reembodied Noldor coming back to Valinor over the centuries - and these guys range from the frankly annoying (won't shut up about their war exploits, sing inappropriate songs in public, have adopted weird, Avarin/Mannish ways) to the downright terrifying (you'd think the reembodied Fëanorians and you wouldn't be wrong, but Arafinwë is particularly appalled by the crazed look in the eyes of some of his son Finrod's followers).

In short, the only reason why Arafinwë hasn't had a burn-out yet is because it's technically impossible in Valinor, and his body is betraying him by holding on. He sees a vague window of opportunity there : maybe Gil-Galad will want the crown ???? And will manage the Noldor for him ??? After all a lot of the recent arrivals are his people !!!! And Arafinwë can take his wife to the sea-side (away from any Falmari settlement) and have a good 500 (Valian)year-long nap !!!!!

"Oh, wise Gil-Galad, the echoes of your wisdom and of your proud and determined leadership of our people have of course made their way to us..." Arafinwë starts.

Gil-Galad immediately takes three steps back. He knows the over-eager look in Arafinwë's eye. He's been fooled once. He won't be fooled twice. He is staying the hell out of crown-throwing distance.

"And, er, I would be honoured and proud to count you as a member of my House, where your, er, wise advice ? Would be most appreciated", Arafinwë keeps plodding on, the light in his eyes going progressively duller and duller as Gil-Galad's gaze remains stubbornly fixed somewhere in the general distance and his facial expression carefully arranged in a polite not-on-your-life expression.

"My son Felagund and his wife Amarië would be most eager to welcome you among us as well", here Arafinwë points in the general direction of what looks like a tall mound of golden hair and jewellery, topped with a couple of live snakes, that on closer inspection reveals itself to be a smiling Findaráto.

He waves enthusiastically in the direction of Gil-Galad. His equally golden-haired and bejewelled wife does the same. They both wear late-Númenorean fashion (as in, the latest in Númenorean fashion before the boats stopped going there) which, to Valinorean eyes, make them look like the equivalent of pot-smoking hippies, but their friendly appearance is canceled out by the feral looks of Felagund's followers, all of them dressed in some form of forest/jungle tactical camouflage, some with added wolf pelts, others with live poison-dart frogs jumping on their shoulders (and hair accessories that look suspiciously like darts), and with facial expressions worthy of later-stages Fëanorians (they've seen the darkness. They liked it). Gil-Galad waves back weakly.

"And, er, you might also have heard of my sons Angaráto and Aikanáro ?" Arafinwë continues in an even more depressed voice than before.

Two buff-looking golden-haired Elves, one vaguely fiery-looking, wave in Gil-Galad's direction. They look nice and fierce but he has literally zero idea who they are. Still, he waves back a bit more enthusiastically. "And of course, you know well my daughter, Artanis", finishes Arafinwë, a bit more enthusiastically.

Gil-Galad gives a little shudder there. He does know her well indeed.

Arafinwë goes back to his seat, looking like he needs a nap more than ever. His wife gives him a sympathetic look. Looks like today is another day he won't manage to get rid of that damn crown.

Ñolofinwë stands up next.

He's a bit the worse for wear (for an Elf) because the night before was the Crossing of the Ice evening, a bi-weekly event during which veterans of the crossing of the Helcaraxë meet up to commemorate the crossing of the Ice (they trade anecdotes in a loud voice, sing in an even louder one, drink a lot and sometimes cross the ice over the Tirion river when they have managed to pester a Maia enough that they have conjured up some - not to be mistaken with the Dagor Aglareb night, a weekly event commemorating the Dagor Aglareb, during which they trade anecdotes in a loud voice, sing in an even louder one and drink a lot, or the Siege of Angband night, a weekly event commemorating the Siege of Angband, during which they trade anecdotes in a loud voice, sing in an even louder one and drink a lot - all of which celebrations end up in the small hours of the morning when a very tired-looking Arafinwë, cloak hastily thrown over his nightclothes, drags himself out of bed to politely ask them to go home). Ñolofinwë is very bored to have nothing much to do after having been High King for so long, and therefore consistently organises attends every single one of these celebrations.

"My dear chum", Ñolofinwë starts in a booming voice that fails to be entirely patronising only because it is still slightly hoarse from the recent celebrations, "I think you and I will see eye to eye. You know, of course, of my own paltry feats of arms."

Here Ñolofinwë stops to let off a short, self-deprecating laugh, which, like the word "chum", he thinks makes him look likeable and approachable by the common Noldorin soldier.

"How I lead my people through the dangers and harshness of the Helcaraxë, how I was unanimously chosen as the leader of my people, how I came up with the idea of, and maintained, the siege of Angband against impossible odds, how I and my people won the glorious Dagor Aglareb, how I personally challenged the Enemy in a single duel and gave him wounds from which he suffers to this day."

At that point almost every member of the assistance that is not a close personal follower of Ñolofinwë is rolling their eyes. Yes, he has been a very heroic Elf, but hearing about it non-stop for an entire Age and a half has kind of worn everybody's patience out (especially hearing about it sung at the top of some very drunk Elf-lords' lungs in the small hours of the morning).

Gil-Galad looks a bit taken aback by the familiarity of the tone (NO ONE has ever called him "chum" in his life before - and he's been patronised aplenty in the Second Age by the superb Númenorean descendants of Elros, the half-feral Peredhel whose education he'd thankfully considerably polished before he became the first King of Númenor).

"You've also heard, no doubt, about the deeds of my son, Findekáno, who would give you a warm welcome among our family and join his voice to mine to express how much in your environment a renowned warrior like you would be among us, if he could."

There's a slightly awkward silence there. Everybody knows that unlike his Father, Findekáno doesn't like to hear, and much less talk, about anything that happened in Beleriand, and furthermore suffers from severe agoraphobia due to the manner of his demise, hence his absence from the city square on that day.

"But my son Arakáno is here ! And you know of course of his deeds in Lammoth !"

A tall, dark-haired, stern-looking Elf nods slightly in Gil-Galad's direction. Never much one for smiling, he always looks particularly sour on the days after the bi-weekly Crossing the Ice celebrations, for some reason (his father has never managed to figure out why).

"And, er, my daughter Írissë is also...there", Ñolofinwë adds, a bit falteringly, his eyes scanning the crowd until they finally manage to locate his daughter - Oh, Eru - in the middle of the scant Fëanorian crowd, a smirk on her lips as she sits provocatively on her cousin Tyelkormo's lap, clad in her usual all-white hunting outfit.

She raises her eyebrows and waves at her father, then at Gil-Galad, who does his best not to stare. Oh, dear.

"And my son Turukáno has also made us the welcome surprise to get out of his house and join us today", adds Ñolofinwë acidly. "He is of course the grandfather of the hero Eärendil, as well as the great-grandfather of the first King of Númenor and, er, your former herald, Eirinion", he concludes with more warmth.

Gil-Galad waves at a slightly embarrassed-looking Turukáno, a tight smile on his lips. Elrond is of course his dearest, closest friend, and he has some fond memories of Elros of course, but both of them, and principally the former, are the main reason why his hair went prematurely silver, and responsible for enough headaches over the course of an Age that he had worry lines etched onto his face pre-reembodiment, and while he loves them very much he does not much fancy getting into an even closer relationship with them.

Ñolofinwë sits back down next to his wife, and it's now the turn of the Fëanorians to present their case. Of course, their very presence in the city square on that day has been frowned upon - they rarely leave their settlement of Formenos, much to everyone's delight, and the very idea that they could have a right to present their claim has raised many eyebrows. But they don't have peace and reconciliation processes and committees for nothing, and Manwë had ruled that they should have the right to present their case as well as the others.

It's a surprisingly sprightly-looking Maitimo that jumps to his feet to speak in the name of his House. His father, while reembodied, has been confined to an uninhabited region North of Formenos, where he lives alone with his wife (in between visits from their children and grandchild), who voluntarily decided to accompany him, and spends his days between working in his ever-sprawling forge and trying to convince his wife to have an eighth child (he is nowhere nearer to winning that argument than since he'd started it a few hundred years prior), and never comes to Tirion (Ñolofinwë is half-relieved, half-sad - and bored).

"Eirinion, I have been charged today by my brother Curufinwë, King of the Noldor of Formenos, to convey an invitation to come and reside there as a member of our family, which his official duties sadly prevent him from delivering in person." Maitimo smirks there.

The reason his brother Curufinwë, King of the Noldor of Formenos (the crown has be attributed on a "Oh, you wanted a crown, didn't you ??? Well, here's one ! Be my guest ! YOU are in charge of that troop of bloodthirsty crazy lunatics now !" basis) is unable to attend the meeting is because the Valar have strictly forbidden for the Noldor of Formenos (read : hardcore Fëanorians) to be left unattended at any time, and Curufinwë, as the one in charge, has therefore to remain there. He is also barred from public speaking. And the toilet in the public square of Formenos was clogged (it's part of his kingly duties to take care of it).

"Now, we might not have almost-met under the most auspicious of circumstances back in Beleriand. And the actions of my family and my faction have been indefensible," he pauses long enough to glare at the small group of Fëanorians at his back, daring them to make a protest. No one seems particularly inclined to.

"So of course, we don't have much to offer to tempt you to join us. What do we have, indeed ? A far-out of the way, small settlement, in which people mostly mind their own business. Nothing much to do there, except try on my father's latest inventions, which do not always work at the first try - it took him two goes to get the electricity working in the whole of Formenos, and that revolutionary de-greying hair product he invented was very underwhelming at first. I'm not going to lie, there is no chance that you would ever get any sort of political responsibilities, or even be asked for advice there - my brother Curunfinwë is 100% in sole charge there of dealing with each and any problem that arises, with additional help from my brother Tyelkormo. I - I mean, the Valar, - insist on it. As for grand celebrations of our proud military past, or any current martial activities, you can well imagine that they are entirely out of the question there. There is actually a ban on them."

Maitimo pauses there for a second, deep in thought. "Of course, you also have probably formed a very poor opinion of us, based on the Peredhil situation. Know that we tried our best. All I can say is that they used to bite even more."

He pauses again, and gives Gil-Galad a wry smile. Gil-Galad shudders for the second time on that day.

"What else could I add ?" One of his brothers stands up and whispers something in his ear.

"Oh yes, and Moryo makes THE BEST cookies."

[sugar-grigri]

NEW FANTASTIC CHAPTER Sit back and let's talk about it together

This is a fantastic chapter for a number of reasons so I'll make several posts

1. Yoshida is the stupid one

Yoshida intended to manipulate Denji by putting him in a dilemma: either he stops being Chainsaw Man, or Nayuta will die.

When Denji says he wants both choices, he is scorned by Yoshida who, like their first meeting, thought he could easily manipulate him. So much so that he had planned his own response: Denji would resign himself and choose Nayuta for sure. But the one in the weakest position is Yoshida: he is the one who made the mistake and Denji did not give in.

What Fujimoto is indicating, in my opinion, is that not only will Yoshida never be Makima, but that he has no intention whatsoever of setting up a character who would be analogous to her

Makima's plans were meticulous, to the point where she anticipated the attacks that would target her

Yoshida isn't capable of this, but neither is public safety in Makima in general.

Denji is no longer the product of a system

I talked about this more broadly once before, but one of the themes of CSM is the system, and more broadly a critique of the world of work and capitalism. Fears are exploited, contracts are necessary and unbalanced, and only a sad and cold end awaits each of the public safety hunters.

The fact that Denji is calling for both choices is not a matter of stupidity, or of a capricious and childish reaction

This demand is a conscious choice not to belong to the system

More broadly, it is the conclusion of Denji's development as he reclaims his own identity: Chainsaw man

He can't be a mere human because he never was, having gone from a dehumanised child, a tool, to a heroic and demonic figure with no intermediary.

It was Makima who exploited Denji's dream of the bare minimum, of normality.

And it was the fact that he wanted something bigger that allowed him to fight her

Because he no longer respected the rules of the game that she herself had defined

"Obey or die", in other words, the paradigm that Denji had to fit into when he arrived is over

No one will give him this ultimatum

The two fingers have always been Denji's symbol

Firstly, the mistake of confusing peace with "don't worry, it'll be a piece of cake", a phrase he used when he was ready to face anything for Makima.

Then, Denji used it again when Power died a second time for him, showing that he'd be ready to keep on fighting.

"Don't worry it’ll be a piece of cake" now showed Denji's willingness to get out of Makima's system

It'll be as easy to fight for her as against her

From now on, this symbol would transcend everything and symbolize his identity, freed from any form of system or oppression: two choices, two identities, one human and the other demonic in the same package.

Chainsaw Man

If you're not tired and want to know why Chainsaw Man has to go…

The second part of this analysis is right here:

[aphroditelovesu]

Hey, i'm also from brazil and i love the way you write! Taking advantage of the fact that I saw you talking about yandere apollo pjo, could you do some headcanons about what he would be like due to the differences? like, in today's world. Would he look at your phone or something?

❝ ☀️ — lady l: it's a headcanon, in a way, but also an imagine, a combo of both! I ended up geting excited and focusing more on the platonic part and I hope everything it's! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes!

❝tw: obsessive and overprotective behavior and fluffy.

❝☀️pairing: yandere pjo!apollo x gender neutral!reader.

❝word count: 742.

Apollo is the god of poetry and will always be writing the most beautiful poems for you. All of his hymns will be dedicated to you and any pop influence he will use as inspiration to worship you. Apollo dedicates each verse to you, each word carefully thought out in the overwhelming love that the god feels, transforming pop influences into hymns of worship.

In the intervals between his divine exploits, Apollo is captured by the passion of modern melodies. Transforming pop influences into passionate songs, his lyres resonate in heavenly places, echoing the immortal feelings he has for his earthly muse.

Apollo as a divine father is smothering and protective. He doesn't give a damn about the rules that govern the gods, not when it comes to his favorite child. He will distribute gifts, presents and will help and support them in everything he can. Apollo will always make it clear that they are his greatest pride.

As you face challenges and monsters, Apollo protects you, interfering in divine destinies when necessary. The sun god becomes a constant presence, guiding and encouraging his favorite child to embrace its heroic nature. Apollo, the divine father, defies heavenly rules in the name of love for his child, doling out divine gifts and guiding them along the path to greatness.

One day, while you were facing a particularly difficult challenge, Apollo decided to intervene in a more direct way. He descended from Olympus, enveloped in golden light, and appeared at your side. His presence was warm and comforting, like the rays of the sun emanating from his divine form.

"My dear child," Apollo said with a beaming smile. "The time has come for me to join you on this journey. Together, we will face the challenges that present themselves, and I will guide you with my divine light."

Apollo watched with beaming pride as his child flourished under divine tutelage. He guided the mortal steps with the light of knowledge, shaping the favorite's destiny as a sculptor carves a masterpiece. Each of his child's deeds was a glorious echo of the pride Apollo felt, reflected in the rays of sunlight that illuminated his celestial face.

Apolo is very connected to modern technology, oddly enough. He would have a cell phone, the best and most expensive, and it would be full of photos of you. His music playlist would have all genres, an eclectic god, after all, he is also the god of music and appreciates all types, honoring his essence as the god of music.

He wouldn't touch your cell phone unless you allowed it or if he had some kind of suspicion. In this case, you can be sure that the god will search your cell phone in search of something. And he will definitely take selfies of himself to leave for you.

During moments of rest, Apollo shared divine stories and ancestral teachings with you. His words were like ethereal songs, dancing in the air and penetrating your heart. Each narrative was filled with wisdom and profound lessons, like the notes of an eternal melody.

On a starry night, after an especially epic victory over a colossal beast, Apollo gathered the gods and goddesses for a divine celebration on Olympus. Heavenly music filled the halls as everyone rejoiced in their achievements and the union between the divine and the mortal.

At the height of the party, Apollo raised his golden lyre and began to sing a song that transcended the limits of Olympus. His melodious voice resonated, telling the saga of his favorite child, full of courage, triumph and divine love. The song inspired tears of joy in the eyes of the gods and goddesses, witnessing the success of his protégé.

At the end of the performance, Apollo looked at you with pride in his eyes. "My child, you are a masterpiece that surpasses any divine song. Your heart is a melody that enchants the gods and transforms Olympus into a more radiant place. May your journey continue to shine like the stars that adorn the night sky."

Since that day, the bond between you and Apollo has only grown stronger. The god's blessings continued to guide you, while the teachings shared under the stars became a beacon of wisdom on his journey. And so, under the protection and love of Apollo, the heroic epic unfolded, marking destiny with the eternal light of the god of music and poetry.

[lightbluetown]

i saw some people say ed and zheng are master strategists while stede is just some guy with ridiculous luck, but i think that's unfair. sure stede's ideas are insane, but they fit the looney tunes ass universe of ofmd perfectly. they're mostly well-thought-out, well-executed and they showcase stede's strengths and growth! so allow me to talk about them:

1- ghost of the forest - 1x02

a fuckery™ before stede even knows what a fuckery™ is! this is amateurish and stupid in every way. he's not even threatening izzy with a real dagger-- that's a letter opener. does izzy actually believe that stede has a huge crew hiding behind the bushes? doubt it! but this weird little act is enough to establish stede as a (ridiculous) pirate figure to the legendary izzy hands and to accomplish his goal of taking a hostage back

2- lighthouse - 1x04

imagine coming up with the exact same idea at the exact same time as the most brilliant tactician of the seven seas! we don't know who came up with which parts of the plan (honestly it was probably mostly ed) but this is still bloody impressive

3- stark revelations - 1x05

stede's first big success! he uses his knowledge of the aristocratic world to get a shipful of rich assholes to destroy each other, but he's also showcasing what sets him apart from them: this plan only comes to fruition because stede talks to frenchie, olu and abshir as equals. as people he can learn from, as sources of inspiration

4- duel with izzy - 1x06

this one was absolutely unhinged, but its success was far from dumb luck. only stede could think of using a brazillian cherry wood mast and ed's weird stabbing lesson to win a duel, and that's what makes this plan so undeniably stede and brilliant

5- faking his death - 1x10

i love that he just had to "die" in the most dramatic way possible. a heroic fight (tiger), a realistic accident (carriage) and the most cartoony death in the book (piano)... not only is his triple-death able to convince everyone in barbados that he's dead for good, it also allows him to have closure with his family. it's filled with stede's ridiculous unique flair, but it's designed to be a fuckery™ through and through. ed would be SO proud

6- stealing jackie's indigo dye - 2x01

quick little stealth mission. did ricky manipulate stede into trying this out? sure. did ricky also ruin it? absolutely. but it was working until then! the swede isn't part of stede's crew at this point, but his respect for stede is what gets him to cooperate and risk his relationship with his beautiful wife. also, it's thanks to his love for fine things that stede immediately recognizes the value of "blue dirt"

7- prison break - 2x03

in my eyes no scene depicts stede's growth better than this one. knocking zheng's entire crew out with tea is the most stede thing out there, and this plan uses the cherry wood mast as well! this plan relies on stede's (unrealistic) tea knowledge, overly-fancy ship and ability to coordinate his crew. what makes it breathtaking is that he secretly sets this plan into motion while actively mourning the "death" of the love of his life. he's putting his life on the line to rescue ed's "killers" because he's emotionally mature enough to look at things from their perspective and forgive them

8- inciting a mutiny - 2x06

yet another brilliant plan that could only be executed by stede. this entire episode revolves around his idea of "turning poison into positivity" and here he, well, fights poison with positivity. stede captains his pirates with respect and care (best he can) which just so happens to be the opposite of ned. he exploits this and gently gets ned's crew to turn on him. he singlehandedly saves himself and his entire crew from a notorious pirate! oh he also literally invents walking the plank right after this

9- "it's only suicide if we die" - 2x08

okay, yes, this one didn't go that well (sorry iz). but it's not like ed, zheng or anyone else had any other ideas! stede's weird suicide mission, for the most part, worked. they needed to get through british soldiers to reach their ship and they did exactly that. if only they'd remembered to check if ricky had his gun... oh well, you live and you learn

sure, ed and zheng are legends and stede is a silly newbie with wild luck. but he's also quick-witted, creative, confident and brave! he's a damn good captain and he deserves to be recognized as a good strategist!

[psychotrenny]

Like I really do wish people remembered more about the Anti-Imperial struggles of Southern Africa in the late 20th century. As incomplete as their revolutions may have been, with the politically free nations succumbing to the overwhelming force of Western Imperialism and being taken over by neo-colonial comprador regimes, what they did manage to achieve was still so very impressive. A struggle for human dignity against the most openly cruel and brutish forms of colonialism, the mobilisation and education of the most impoverished and super-exploited people on the planet in the name of not only liberating their own people but with the understanding that they were advancing the interests of humanity as a whole. Nationalist in character and internationalist in spirit, seeking to build independent nations that could co-operate in solidarity with all the progressive minded peoples of the world. Introducing healthcare, education and fair exchange into the forgotten and exploited parts of their country, giving a purpose to millions who enthusiastically gave their lives to defend and advance their gains both material and psychological.

The MPLA in Angola, FRELIMO in Mozambique, the alliance of ZANU and ZAPU in Zimbabwe, SWAPO in Namibia and the ANC of South Africa. It's also worth remembering the PAIGC of Guinea-Bissau and Cape Verde who, despite their geographical separation, faced a common enemy and so forged deep bonds with their comrades to the south. Whatever their eventual fates after independence, triumphs and failures alike, the struggles they fought against the reactionary White Supremacist regimes of Portugal, Rhodesia and South Africa were nothing short of heroic. Despite vast differences in space and time, I think these struggles hold both inspiration and lessons for progressives peoples all over the world to this day. It's truly a great shame how much they've been forgotten, these conflicts only ever brought up as a footnote to something more well known rather than as an area of interest in their own right.

If you're curious, the Africa section of the Marxist Internet Archive has a lot of good material from the period that's a good place to start learning more, even if it is rather lacking in information from the latter portion of the struggle. ARG's Race to Power gives a good overview of the general situation in Southern Africa as of 1971, while LSM has some good general collection of material collected from Angola, Mozambique and Guinea-Bissau. The entire LSM "Life Histories from Revolution" series provides some really interesting first hand ground-level accounts of the conditions of life under Imperialism and the movements that formed to oppose it, while their Interviews with Liberation Movement Leaders provides the views of people higher up in the revolutionary movements. I'd recommend checking them out to at least broadly familiarise yourself with these tragically neglected struggles.

[weaverlings]

i hate capitalism so much it's unreal