#Moth Jesus is REAL

[creature-monster]

Out here absolutely slurping it. And by it , haha, well, let’s just say. Moth communion

[psalmsofpsychosis]

When Telltale!Selina said "I have no noble intentions, just the cheap thrill of breaking something that people say cannot be broken" and when she said "The knowledge that there's nothing i cannot break into, nothing that i can't break" and when she told Bruce "the high of it is nice, but then it wears off, and you look around and there's... nothing" and when she told him "you keep going out there, you keep chasing the feeling, because it's all you have" and when

[baxndaid]

sal fisher x mean!reader?

reader is a bit of a bitch to be completely honest. that’s what sal loves the most about them 🤭🤭🤭 (perchance some smut with it xoxo)

sal fisher

x reader 🍤☁️🦢

— super bitchy reader

a/n ; i love bullying sal <33

- being a massive bitch to sally isn’t something that he was supposed to like, but he does, and it freaks everyone out

- he used to be snarky and insult you back but after a few days he completely stopped and just let you have your way with him without much of a fight

- you love to make fun of him, he’s just so pathetic, your favorite activity is tugging on his pigtails while sitting behind him in class and then quickly looking away like nothing happened

- you and your friends snicker but little did you know, the blush under sally’s prosthetic mask intensified as he found himself liking it a little too much

- his best friend, recently step brother larry, obviously noticed sally’s jittery behaviour and at first he thought it was because he was scared of you, but thanks to some detective work with ashley it was clear that he just liked you

- they tried their absolute best to talk him out of it,

“dude, did you hit your head? you like her? she’s a massive piece of shit!”

“right! she torments you every day! are you sure you’re feeling okay sally?”

sally didn’t exactly deny what larry and ashley told him, instead opting to just silently nodding whilst drowning out their voices and day dreaming. yes, you were awful and rough with him, but he loved it

- larry would try and guide sal away from you whenever he saw you in the hallways, but after a long while, he gave up and let sally be drawn to you like a moth to a flame, he didn’t like it, but he couldn’t stop sally from doing what he wanted

- and so, your torment continued without sally’s friends in the way

————

The halls were completely empty as the bells rang and class has commenced. Sally, despite his not so best efforts, found himself stuck between your arms and his back facing the lockers behind him. He didn’t bother to move or run away,

“Hey dumbass, what’s up with you? You look more repulsive than usual,” You asked, leaning in slightly. He looks around nervously, his glass eye lagging behind his real one as he stutters.

“Huh? What’d you say? Speak up!”

He flinched, his blush hardening under his prosthetic face and reaching his ears. He looked up at you, a little nervously but a hint of excitement present in his blue eye.

“Jesus…” You caress his red ear, “You into this or something?”

He looked at you and swiftly looked back at the floor again, you followed and looked down.

“…Fucking perv.”

[bingwriterxo]

moth to a flame

pairing: amber freeman x reader, minor wes hicks x reader

summary: in which you get a new boyfriend, yet he's not who you really want

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, talks of homophobia, cheating

word count: 1000+

author's note: loosely based on 'moth to a flame' by swedish house mafia & the weeknd. writing mojo's back, babyyyy 🤠

“So,” Mindy started as she slammed her hands down on the lunch table, her eyes sparkling with an excitement that made Amber want to puke, “let’s talk about the happy, new couple!” She climbed into her seat and whipped her head around. “Coast is clear. Thoughts, everyone?”

Liv piped up first. “I think they’re adorable!”

“Yeah,” Chad agreed, grinning. “They’re cute together.”

“I’m just happy that Y/N is happy,” Tara said. She shrugged and added, as an afterthought, “Wes, too, I guess.”

Amber scoffed and crossed her arms, sitting up a little straighter when everyone looked at her. “Are you idiots blind? Wes is a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend.” She narrowed her eyes at her friends as disgust boiled beneath her skin. “He’s not nearly good enough for Y/N.”

Mindy rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. “You don’t think anyone’s good enough for her, Amber. You said that about her last three boyfriends.”

Amber nodded. “Yeah, and I was right. They all ended up being abusive assholes.” Even just mentioning your ex-boyfriends left a bad taste in her mouth and ignited a murderous flame in her chest. Oh, what she’d give to teach all of them a lesson. 

“Okay,” Liv began, a little hesitant, “but we know Wes, and he’s good for her! He’s the sweet ‘boy-next-door’ type.”

“Yeah,” Tara said. “He’d never hurt a hair on Y/N’s head. Not like…” She trailed off, and the silence of the group spoke for itself. Amber clenched her jaw at the thought. “Besides, she was so happy to tell us about the relationship! They both were.” She reached out and placed a hand on her best friend’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “She’s in good hands, Amber.”

“Yeah, right,” Amber muttered. “If he so much as touches her, I’ll--”

“Who’re you threatening today, Ambs?” Your teasing voice interrupted the girl’s warning, and she looked up at you, smiling, before her face fell upon seeing Wes beside you, a grin pulling at his own lips. She swore she could feel bile rise in the back of her throat when she realized that the two of you were holding hands. “Someone good, I hope,” you said, chuckling. 

You fell into the seat beside Mindy, greeting the rest of the table, and Wes was left to sit across from Amber, shifting uncomfortably beneath her stare. 

“Yeah,” Amber said, smirking at the blonde boy. “Someone real good.”

* * *

“Jesus Christ!” Amber groaned as she reached for her phone, which had been ringing non-stop for minutes. “Can’t a girl just get some sleep?” With her eyes half-closed, she answered the call, barking out, “What?” and almost immediately regretting it when your teary voice echoed through the phone. 

“Ambs,” you whispered.

She shot up, her eyes wide and worried, her heart pounding in her chest. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I--” You hesitated, and Amber could feel her stomach drop when you sniffled. “Can I come over? It’s my parents.”

Half of her wanted to snark, “Why don’t you call Wes?”, but the other half of her--the half she knew she’d listen to--just wanted to hold you in her arms and keep you safe. 

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “Come over.”

When you hung up, telling her you’d be there in ten minutes, Tara’s voice started to ring through her head: she’s in good hands, Amber. A small, tiny, minuscule part of her that she’d never admit existed almost felt bad for the boy. 

* * *

As soon as you arrived, you were crawling beneath Amber’s blankets and wrapping your arms around her waist, your face nuzzling into her neck as you inhaled her scent. She was holding you just as tightly, glad that your tears had subsided in the time it had taken for you to cross town. 

“You okay, baby?” Amber asked, her voice loud in the otherwise silent room. 

You hummed, shuffling even closer to her. “Better now,” you confessed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You sighed deeply. “They’re just fighting again. It’s whatever.”

Amber hated when you did that--when you’d brush off the troubles that were going on at home, when you’d brush off your own feelings. Still, there was a flicker of pride in her chest that you had called her rather than Wes.

The two of you settled into comfortable silence for a few minutes, but after a while, Amber could no longer let sleeping dogs lie, and she piped up. 

“So, you and Wes.” Her face soured at the boy’s name, and she could feel you tense in her arms. “We should probably talk about that.”

“What do you want me to say?” you asked carefully.

“You like him?”

You sat up, and Amber immediately regretted saying anything at all, missing your warmth. “Can we not do this right now?”

She sat up, too, drawing her knees to her chest. “You called me; you were cuddling with me. I think we have to do this right now, Y/N,” she said, tilting her head. She scoffed when you stayed silent. “Of all the boys at Woodsboro, you had to choose one of our friends?”

“He’s safe, Amber. You saw what happened when I chose at random. You saw,” you said, your voice tight and shaky, and Amber glanced away, images of your bruised wrists flashing through her mind. “At least with Wes, I know he won’t hurt me.”

“Why do you have to choose a guy at all?” she asked. “We both know how you really feel, and you don’t feel anything for that boy.”

You hung your head. “I can’t come out,” you whispered. “You know that. You know what my parents would say, what they’d do.” You looked back up at her. “But you’re right: we both do know how I feel, what I feel.” You reached out, fingers skimming over her hand. “For you.”

Amber cursed the butterflies that stirred in her stomach at the touch and bit the inside of her cheek. “You know I already can’t stand Wes, and I really don’t care about his feelings, but if he finds out--”

“He won’t. They never do.” 

“But if he does--”

You interrupted her with a kiss, soft and sweet and loving, and when you pulled away, your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered, “He won’t.”

[elliespuns]

[livingthedragonlife]

i make good playlists too sometimes. listen to it maybe?

explanations for why i chose the songs under the cut because i miss 8tracks. BIG HUGE SPOILER WARNING if you haven’t read/finished the manga!!!

Pure Love by Mother Mother — I always liked this song as a comforting presence but you could also read it as a sinister one. Definitely leaning into the sinister version here. I was also thinking of the innocent beginnings of the Winged Lion, just a little speck granting tiny desires before it was drawn "like a moth to a flame" to bigger ones. And the rest is history.

Remain Nameless by Florence + the Machine —

But know I'll always be around This can remain the same

Call me when you need me Call me anything you want Darling, believe me Nothing I haven't done before

The King by Anjimile — This one just gives me the vibes of how the power of being a dungeon lord drives everyone insane.

The Cage by Vera Sola — Deeply Mithrun

Under A Dome by Of Monsters and Men —

I'm taking over my own throne I’m holding my heart and it's overgrown I'm kicking out and I’m full of life So why should I cry over northern lights? And it's over now and I'm falling

It Will Come Back by Hozier — This WHOLLEE song is just. The Winged Lion in a nutshell. It's the entire premise.

Thousand Eyes by Of Monsters and Men — The dungeon lords can see through all their monster servants. A thousand of them even

Everybody Wants to Rule The World by Lorde — "uh oh shit is getting real"

Moderation by Florence + the Machine — The Winged Lion having absolutely no chill

Never Pleased by Portugal. The Man —

No I'm not Jesus but I'm more than a man I'll never grow old or lonely or sad Still I'm never pleased I'm never pleased

From the corners until I wake up walking as careful can be Careful to miss out on all that I see I'm never pleased

Tethered to the Dark by Anya Marina — The way the Winged Lion can manipulate you in fucked up ways you didn't even know were possible

Dangerous by Son Lux —

Are you dangerous? Carved right into my bed Quick lobotomy Then left me for dead

Mr. Lonely (feat. Fat Lip) by Portugal. The Man — Ultimately, being a dungeon lord leaves you alone and obsessed and with ultimate power that you don't even have full control over.

Forever by Mother Mother — Marcille's motivation but also the Winged Lion's? Marcille essentially never wants to see anyone her loves die ever again, and the Winged Lion wants to feast on desires forever. Unfortunately, entropy.

Guilty Filthy Soul by AWOLNATION — The Winged Lion doing some more crazy manipulation.

Propaganda by Muse — Obviously the dungeon lords are taken in by the Winged Lion's "propaganda," it "eats souls," it "toys with the truth." BUT!! Mortal desire is also something the Winged Lion "can't refuse." It's convinced by its own lies. Did I just blow your mind

Carnivorous by Band of Skulls — Eating yummy desires om nomnomnom

Little Monster by Royal Blood — The Winged Lion wants to eat Laios sooooo bad and this is a song about that.

Animals by Muse — LAIOS IS GONNA ENSURE HIS OWN SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!

Leave My Body by Florence + the Machine — The Winged Lion leaves its own body to steal Laios', for "one grand moment." Laios leaves his own body to be become a monster. But the Winged Lion loses a lot more than its mind in that arrangement! I feel like the "Your history keeps pulling me, pulling me down" part can be interpreted in this context as like... the history of life. Of survival. Finite resources, something the Winged Lion will never understand. Florence Welch did not intend for this to be what her song was about but I don't care it's blorbo time

[chaifootsteps]

That Norry reply is killing me like GIRL SOMEONE HATING AND WISHING FICTIONAL HARM ON A FICTIONAL RAPIST BLUE MOTH PIMP CARTOON CHARACTER IS NO FUCKING WAY COMPARABLE TO REAL LIFE RACIST HATE CRIMES????? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, ARE YOU HIGH????

It is buck-fucking-WILD that anyone would say that oh my GOD.

HOW ARE YOU RESPONDING TO THIS WITH WORSE TAKES THAN FUCKING PH0T0M4TT AFTER HIS TRANSPHOBIA GOT CALLED OUT??? JESUS.

(Sorry had to vent I just. Seeing that reply. What the fuck, man)

That one, along with her and Doggy trying to talk to that actual kid about BDSM, made me actually physically ill.

[lionofthegoldsun]

[Why do you want you be famous?]

Ask yourself this question: Why in heavens name do you want to be famous? Is it because you want to be popular? Is it because you want love and attention? Is it because you want to fit in and feel validated? Is it because you want to show the world how “special” you are? Is it because you want to tell the world: look at me, look at me, look what I can do! Or is it because you want to be idolized like a god?

Well, you are not a god. You are a human being that will wither like grass and disappear (Isaiah 51:12). As the years go by, you will be forgotten.

“For they loved the glory that comes from man more than the glory that comes from God.”

-John -2:43

Look, the reality is your “greatest” accomplishments are insignificant as anthills in the shadow of God’s unfathomable creation.

My friend, all of this is nugatory because you are seeking attention for the wrong reasons. This is self-seeking behavior. It’s all about me, me, me, me.

Do know that all this can lead to pride, boasting, ostentation, narcissism, idolatry, an inflated ego and selfishness, which are all sins in God’s eyes.

There are six things that the LORD hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers.

-Proverbs 6:16-20

Now, let me tell you this:

The world does not love or care about you. Worldly love is not real love. It’s false love, in fact. Because the moment you turn your back on the world, the world will turn against you.

And you wonder why your life is so miserable. You reap what you sow. (Galatians 6:7)

In the end, you can’t take your wealth or accomplishments with you when you die. Worldly possessions are perishable. But the things of heaven are not.

“For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions. These are not from the Father, but are from this world.”

-1 John 2:16

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.”

-Matthew 6:19-20

When the wicked dies, his hope will perish, and the expectation of wealth perishes too.

-Proverbs 11:7

<Other Verses>

“And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul? Is anything worth more than your soul?”

-Matthew 16:26

“Do not love this world nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you.”

-1 John 2:15

“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

-Galatians 1:10

“You adulterers! Don’t you realize that friendship with the world makes you an enemy of God? I say it again: If you want to be a friend of the world, you make yourself an enemy of God.”

-James 4:4

Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. And he said to him, “All these I will give you, if you will fall down and worship me.” Then Jesus said to him, “Be gone, Satan! For it is written, “‘You shall worship the Lord your God and him only shall you serve.’”

-Matthew 4:8-10

[jelliegirl]

on my own ive written 212 pages of pure bugworld and 548 pages of fiction in collaboration with my girlfriend about the same characters for a total of 760 pages, which doesnt include all the random scattered documents i didnt include in the bigger collections and then the independent stories that only my brilliant pigeon wrote lmao jesus the moth autism is real

[suzy-queued]

https://www.tumblr.com/doshiart/738428068343971840/gallavich-music-band-au

please write this if you're interested

Anon, thanks for thinking of me. I write a new multi-chap fic in my head every day. If only I had time for them all!! My thoughts on this gorgeous art go to something like this (which isn't exactly as was described in the post, but it's my own spin on the images):

Mickey is the guitarist for an underground punk band in the city called Corroded Sorrow. They are ultra-secretive and only do pop-up shows. They announce the shows 24 hours in advance, and they're always at grungy places like drainage ditches or abandoned buildings.

Ian is trying to make it as a pop singer. He's waited for his big break for years but can never gain traction. He receives a mysterious text that he's been asked to open for Corroded Sorrow at tomorrow night's secret show.

Hell fucking yeah.

A gig with CoSo would secure Ian's place in the Chicago music scene. Even though he knows he'll never be asked again (since CoSo never uses the same opening band twice). It's a dream come true.

Ian plays the gig, which is in a rusty train car at the edge of an overgrown field. He gets applause and adoration, even though his music is more poppy than CoSo's usual crowd.

And then … Mickey's band comes out. Ian is instantly mesmerized. The music is incredible and raw and soulful and real. Everyone in the band plays with a natural ease, like they were born to make music. And the bass player … jesus. He's shirtless and ripped and mouthy and looks fierce. He plays these deep notes that hook into Ian's soul. He understands why Corroded Sorrow is so sought after. He wishes he had one tenth of their talent.

Ian notices something else, as the show goes on. The bass player hands his pick to one guy in the crowd about two songs in. Not too strange; bands do that all the time. Then, on the last song, Mickey jumps down into the crowd. He cruises through the fans and hands a new pick to another person, a girl. It's so deliberate and dramatic, but Ian has no idea what it means.

The show is amazing. Ian is breathless. There's an after party, where both bands and some of the fans hang out and drink from a keg in the field. Ian tries to talk to Mickey, but the guy has an attitude and sticks to his own circle.

And that guy and girl, the ones who each got Mickey's picks … they find each other across the party and walk toward each other like moths to a flame. Are they … glowing?! They clasp hands and kiss like no one is watching.

Ian vows to go to as many CoSo shows as he can, because this is all very strange and wonderful.

He realizes that at every show, Mickey hands out picks to two people, and they always get together.

After a handful of shows, Ian realizes that Mickey is a clairvoyant who can see people's soulmates. Whenever he notices soulmates in the crowd, he connects them.

Ian falls head over heels for Mickey and chips away at his gruff exterior. Mickey is quite guarded because people only want him for his matchmaking skills. Mickey hates love and has vowed to never seek it for himself.

Will Ian ever make it as a singer on his own? Will Mickey ever point that soulmate radar on himself, or on Ian? Will CoSo ever come out of the shadows and claim the fame they deserve?

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e4

filed under episodes you couldn't make today and that you shouldn't have made then. not that i don't love it because I DO but whew

watercolors!

(hamster who was turned into a human boy voice) no, my life is my life, this is--

i do think we need to grapple with how dumb tutting looks out of context

that napkin full of technicolor pills would've done numbers on 2014 tumblr at least

the physical kids is as suggestive a name for that group as they deserve

the moths are real bad !!!!!

ALICE'S BROW RAISE. i'm gonna find a screenshot of it i can't let it go

that's an episode of lost in space-- star trek-- what?-- that's an episode of star trek-- fine, that's an episode of star trek

there is so much eyebrow acting in this episode actually

in my first watch i was so pro-julia the whole time because quentin hadn't become an all-time little meow meow for me yet god this was always a terrible thing for her. the fake engagement is a particularly cruel dig like... how can i torture q the most? tell him nothing that's brought him joy and purpose in the last few years was real, tell him he's being left behind, tell him people are moving forward without him, everyone else knows how to be normal but him

ohhhhhhh julia did you want to see the fireworks? did you? rookie gaslighting mistake miss wicker

laughing at you? what kind of a friend would do that? AND THEN THE SMIRK ohhhhh she and marina could have been so good together

one thing that's real? you're always a raging dick

someone in the discord said penny is leaning into it so hard and i have to agree like... they should not have done this but at least arjun gets to have fun

[whispers] hashtag agree

in 2015 singing shake it off was one of the strangest things a man on television could do but eight years later it just seems like me watching myself in my apartment any given friday night

i understand the logistics that inhibit the pairing but alice and eliot had so much potential like at LEAST platonically

okay all of the stuff above was awful of julia but actually the most awful thing was making q think he'd harm his father (and that that harm was linked to magic use! which will come back around when magic shuts off!)

penny helping by shouting at quentin as loud and aggressively as he can :-) you racist motherfucker !!!!!!

julia and marina having a sexy raspy voice-off

high-end designer cooperative magic... said while wearing her little leather bondage outfit... hitting on kady... affectionately, you melodramatic cunt

our little q :-) he knows where he would take him on a first fucking date

do we know what marina's discipline was/would've been? ik it's not like (barf) hogwarts houses or whatever but i'm curious where brakebills placed her

jesus christ i didn't remember he was gonna get a fucking lobotomy

there's a lot of eye horror in this show which is just the worst

ughhhh bad episode for julia

god eliot is so obvious right from the start it is insane... patting q's head giving him things... fuckin loverboy

poor you and your taste of honey worse than none at all :-( marina they could NEVER make me hate you

[fallen-child-escapism]

Can you get 2 me?

Chapter 2

Dib groaned as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Being a sophmore in College was going smoothly. Very smoothly. Hes bored, to put it blunt. He shuts the laptop and stands, stretching and popping his joints before climbing into bed. When he rolled over he heard a knock. "Who the hell-" he tumbles out of bed again and opens the door, eyes dropping lower when he doesn't see anyone.

"Zim? Dude what are you doing here", Dib leans out the doorway and looks down either direction of the hallway," get in here,man". Dib locks the door behind them. "Okay Zim what's going on. You couldn't call before showing up at my fucking house?" Zim and Dib caught eyes for the first time that night. Dib sighed and sat on his bed. "Dude...you look like shit" Zim's eyes watered and held his backpack to his chest. "w-wait wait hold on! Shit- ", Dib panics the second Zim loses his composure. He slips down to Zim's level and holds onto his arms," Zim calm down please, what happened" Zim choked on his words and hung his head low, unzipping the bag and pulling the bundle out. Dib hesitates but takes the swaddle and shifts through the folds until he finds the metal body of Gir. "What...happened to him?" Zim gritted his sharp teeth," The Tallest disconnected. He's Offline. There's nothing I can do to bring him back" more tears fall from Zim's large Magenta eyes. Dibs eyes widen. This is real. For a moment he considers this is a ploy, another scheme to take over the world by the malicious green alien. But Zim's disheveled appearance, the fact he's standing in front of him crying his heart out. There's no way this isn't real,"do you uh, want a hug?". Zim nodded. Dib pulls him into his arms and Zim shoves his face into Dib's chest, getting his shirt wet. "Dib?", Zim squeaks,"I don't want to stay..at my base. I don't know where to go" The realization settled in on Dib, "I mean...you can stay here, if you want?" Zim looked up into his eyes, "please?", He begged. Dib's heart broke. "yeah...yeah man, you can stay as long as you need okay?"

Gir's body gets wrapped back up and placed back into the bag. Zim hides the bag in the closet. "What happened to your clothes man?", Dib asked, finally getting a look at Zim's appearance. Zim winced," I uh, I ripped them up. I don't have any other clothes, besides this jacket I mean...But I no longer want to bare my Irken uniform" Dib hangs Zim's jacket up and nods, not prying. "Here, you can put these on. they're clean, you can change in here" Dib hands Zim a T-shirt and boxers and leads Zim to the bsthroom. Zim nods and takes the clothes, letting Dib shut the door behind him.

Dib was standing in the kitchenette area of the studio apartment when Zim exited the bathroom. He stood behind Dib and the tall man jumped when he turned around. "Jesus Christ Zim! Don't sneak up on me like that". One of the alien's antenna flattened against his head," er, sorry" Dib was once again caught off guard by the shorter's attitude. "Yeah, uh, here", He handed Zim a small mug of hot chocolate. "I made sure it's not too hot so you wouldn't get mad" Zim looked into the mug and said "thanks"

It was now about 3am. Zim had finished his drink and still hasn't spoken much. How much of his personality change was new found maturity over the past two years or the fresh pain of Gir's disconnection. The green one's eyes drooped. Dib could've sworn Irkens didn't need to sleep. Maybe he was just shutting down because of the mental exhaustion? Either way, the sight reminded Dib he needed to get to bed. "You wanna go to bed?", He sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at Zim. Zim kept his head down but nodded slightly. Did sighed and picked him up and laying him on the bed. "Get comfy. Wake me up if you need anything okay?" ,Dib rolled over after Zim settled down.

Zim watched the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling as he gripped onto a black moth like plushie. He didn't want to give into sleep. But his eyes were heavy and dry. And his spot next to Dib felt surprisingly safe and warm. He quickly found himself slipping into sleep mode.

[hero-israel]

https://www.tumblr.com/her-moth/726167324355444736/from-saids-invention-memory-and-place-2000?source=share

I’ve become interested in the figure of Edward Said, a Palestinian-American academic and activist who more or less coined the terms/studies/activism/etc of Orientalism and Post-Colonialism, both terms I find deeply important and which I apply to my leftist Zionism, something I’m sure he and his followers would strongly oppose. On that topic, I’m looking into some of his anti-Zionist (though I’m sure it’s more nuanced than that) work, both to broaden my perspective and because I’m much more willing to listen to a Palestinian who lived in historical Palestine before and after Israel’s establishment as opposed to a modern Westerner. I’ll admit, he has plenty of valid critiques of Zionism and movements he associates with it, though there are of course elements I disagree with. One point he made that really bothered me however (shown in the above linked screenshot) is, while comparing European Jewish Zionists to the Crusaders (partially valid but for the most part 😬) and the medieval European imagined environment of the land Jesus lived and died in as “denatured Palestine”; “after hundreds of years of living in Europe Zionist Jews could still feel that Palestine had stood in time and was theirs, again despite millennia of history and the presence of actual inhabitants.”

I agree the terra nullius mindset many Zionists and Zionist allies had (and sometimes still have, about history or the present to justify settlements, war, and discriminational policies) was awful and a horrific and regrettable way to begin Israel, but I really hate how Said just wastes no breath lumping Jews in with powerful European Christians and maybe subtly implying an acceptance that Jews are from there but ultimately just leaving it as “Tough tiddy, you’ve been gone too long, you should’ve stayed in your diaspora forever” with so little consideration that the Jews did not fit in Europe, nor could they survive there, and they needed some place their heritage was. Obviously this is just a manifestation, perhaps inspiration, for the notion that Jews don’t deserve return from diaspora, no matter the cost, but Palestinians do, and this not only a double standard but the first one is apparently the direct cause and justification for the second. Idk, I just wish Said would be a little more considerate or something.

That's the frustrating thing about Said. The man could write, and he would often home in on a decent, poignant comment - and then he would derail it with some ridiculous rabble-rousing bullshit about how Jews were the agents of European imperialism, or how Israel is constantly hoaxing archeology. He tried to pass himself off as a victimized Palestinian refugee, when he was born a privileged American citizen and spent his formative years in Cairo.

The Tumblr post you provided shows Said's frustration that people get so caught up in symbolic mythical Jerusalem that they forget or don't care it's an actual place where people live real lives. And that's a totally fair point! Co-signed! And then he ruins it by whitewashing Jewish history. His perspective that "before the Jews came, there were ACTUAL inhabitants there" is nothing less than a purported anti-colonialist / anti-imperialist giving an implicit endorsement of the Ottoman Empire. Which is less surprising when you remember he also gave EXPLICIT endorsement of the Ottoman Empire.

He was honest enough to admit that his preferred outcome for Palestine would put Jews in danger. I co-sign that too.

[gideonnavtheninth]

Let's go Fourth House!

OKAY! So, firstly, cool titles we're getting here. first off, Hope of the Emperor is sort of darkly ironic, seeing as these are the children of the houses getting sent off to the war mill. Nice hope for the future you have here, John. The Emperor's sword feels pretty apt as well. Now, Baron of Tisis and Knight of Tisis are real interesting... Baron means lord, which makes sense, and knight also makes sense in relation to Isaac being a baron here, but I will also make mention that as someone who has ALSO read Homestuck (at this point, that's essential reading for the Locked Tomb) the usage of Knight is just pinging things for me... not saying this means anything, just making my theory spider-sense tingle. "Isaac is named for Isaac, the biblical character who foreshadows the death of Jesus by bringing wood up the mountain for his own sacrifice." is straight out of the authors mouth, and it brings up some interesting parallels. I mean, foreshadowing the death of Jesus is pretty poignant. I mean Isaac dies from a ton of bone teeth spearing through him, and Gideon dies speared through the heart from a fence. They both left their (cav/necro responsively) partner distraught ... despite the fact that the clearer parallel would've been necro+necro and cav+cav, but y'know we LOVE to make stretches here o7. Tettares just means 4 Jeannemary means “God is gracious” for Jeanne plus "bitter” or “wished for child.” for Mary. Chatur, as per google. means “a person who has studied all four (chatur) Vedas and therefore is learned or smart". So, clearly a four thing, and also very depressing, seeing as "God is gracious" definitely isn't true in the context of this book, at least. Tisis is the one that stumped me, it's obviously the name of their planet but unlike Rhodes or Ida, it was a lot less google-able for me. I mean, Tisis is a place in Austria, it means Tuberculousis, it's also a moth... all of which means very little to me. But, of course, we all know my style of theorizing (throwing EVERYTHING at the wall, seeing what sticks, seeing what would be cool, and inevitably seeing everything I missed), so at the end of my rope I asked my very Greek Tia at the table who said "oh, translate that from Greek and you'll probably find something" and I was like shit... obviously the book that often uses Greek myth would be utilizing Greek words, so I immediately turned gears into THAT track - which was a good idea because wiktionary gave me ->

So! Avenge, Payment, Vengeance, Penalty... all very interesting. Don't particularly stick me as Fourth, but we can cross-reference the whole thing with the book. My running theory, as depressing as it is, is just that this really sums up the narrative purpose of the Fourth. They dive into the fray to avenge the Fifth, they die in a work of vengeance from Cytherea that leaves them as collateral, they inspire Gideon to enact vengeance on Cytherea, and even FARTHER back, they're the sword to the Emperor, on his quest of VENGEANCE! God they make me so sad. .

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Things Commander Cody has said he didn’t think he’d ever say:

That’s no moth man, that’s the fucking butterfly boy!

Why are there tentacles?!

Alright then, back to the bathroom

I think you just pissed off my sandwich

I refuse to believe the jackalope isn’t real

It’s a hard grasp to concept

They did unspeakable horrors beyond human comprehension on a grape

That’s not my lotion, that’s my peanut butter!

I am formally demanding sporks

Cranberries?!

That’s it, I’m about to start barking

God I fucking love miracle whip

I’m not fat, I like to think I’m just fluffy

Gimme ma cheese

STOP EATING MY FLOWERS

A fruity rainbow snack for a fruity rainbow snack

SHADOW PEOPLE! SHADOW PEOPLE EVERYWHERE

Offline; brewing

Your a sharpie marker

STRRRRRRIKE, YOUR OUTTA HERE!!!

God, there’s no need to be so aggressive, Jesus Bethany

My ceiling just fell in

How is it that even your eyelashes are damaged?

It’s pronounced Skeetchers!

Oh this? Someone sewed my head to the carpet.

[greekbros]

Literally no one, absolutely no one:

How some of the monster fuckers on Tumblr act like mothman sightings be like:

Lady: "-and so than I looked up and saw a pair of big red eyes and I knew it was mothman. He than came right up to me, gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me "don't worry everything will be alright and Jesus is real and we play DND on Wednesdays.", he than flapped his wings and flew away. I had never experienced that level of love in my heart ever since that faithful night, not even my husband can satisfy that love I so desperately crave from Mothman."

Husband: "I fuckn hate dat naked moth bastard I haven't fucked my wife in 20 years because of him."

What literally 95% of mothman sightings are actually like:

"I saw two big glowing red eyes and I have never felt so FUKN horrified like damn."