#No Violence

[drachenengel]

[saddayfordemocracy]

Kader Attia, Intifada: The Endless Rhizomes of Revolution (2016) 

A forest of leafless trees of iron rebar emerged from piles of rubble, slingshots bound to their bifurcated branches. The makeshift weapons recall those used by Palestinians against Israelis during the First Intifada in 1987, in protest against Israel’s occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip.

 “It is an artwork about the history of violence and the agency of resistance as a form of existence, and does not call for violence in any form,” Attia said.

Courtesy: Nagel-Draxler

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

A HELLCHEER PROPOSAL - Eddie and Chrissy, by @emeriart , commissioned for With a Little Help From My Friends, but the following excerpt is from a prior fic called Into the Shining Sun…

“I’m not trying to scare you,” Eddie blurts out, “I’m the one who’s scared. I want you to fly, sweetness, I don’t— I don’t want to tie you down. I want you to have everything you want. I don’t want you to be unhappy years from now because you realized you could’ve done so much better than me.”

She stops walking. Takes his chin firmly in her hand, turning him to face her. “Edward Wayne Munson, there is nobody in this world who’s better for me than you.”

He laughs, heart soaring, even as two big tears roll down his face. “Okay, so, what’s the word, then?”

She kisses the tears away. “What word?”

“You said all I have to do is say the word. What’s the word?”

“Oh… it’s more like a few words, I guess. Something like ‘Chrissy Cunningham, love of my life, will you marry me and be mine forever’ should do nicely.”

“I think I can manage that.” He glances around. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I’m not gonna ask you to marry me and then give you my ugly skull ring, am I? We’re at the fair, I oughta try to win you a ring, or at least a teddy bear or something, right? Come on.”

“I like your skull ring.” She giggles as he tugs her hand. “I like all your rings.”

“Nope. Too ugly for a fantastically beautiful woman like you. Just come with me!”

“I’m coming, angel. Anywhere you wanna go, I’m coming with you.”

Hand in hand, laughing, they run down the midway together.

Shameless self-promotion: like what you read here? Into the Shining Sun (warning, this one is pretty angsty)

[horrorfreakshow]

No violence sunday!! (I know it's Wednesday)

[dinosaurwithablog]

This is one of my all time favorite Colombo episodes, It's All in the Game. Throughout this entire episode, Faye Dunaway is trying to seduce Lt. Colombo. He plays along, but he's faithful to his wife. He gets so cute as he gets flustered and blushes. I love Colombo. He's such a great guy. I've been watching this show since it first aired in the 70s. I can almost recite the dialog because I've seen them all so many times, but I still watch. It's a crime show with no violent scenes. I love that. And I enjoy watching Colombo solve the crimes using just his mind and deductive reasoning. I wish all police shows were like this. It makes for a much more interesting show. I get no anxiety watching it. If you're ever gonna watch an episode of Colombo, I recommend this one. It's great

Faye buys him the perfect gift as she tries to seduce him. He loves his wife and dog more than anything so she bought him a dog bed from Saks Fifth Avenue. Hoity toidy dog bed for real. She's very good at her craft. He was very happy 😊 😃

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Eddie: I kicked a woman once

Steve: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Eddie: I was in the womb, chill bro

[yuliakornevapainter]

25 November. No violence

#25november for ever. Inktober 2023 sketchbook bonus illustration

#25novembre sempre. Illustrazione bonus dello sketchbook inktober 2023

#25ноября Международный день борьбы за ликвидацию насилия в отношении женщин.

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[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

BEST SIBLINGS EVER - Eddie and Max, by @emeriart , for my story With a Little Help From My Friends

…She finds him again in front of a candy display, singing to himself as always, apparently debating the merits of Red Vines versus Twizzlers. When he notices her he grins and starts singing to her, flourishing the package of Twizzlers as an imaginary microphone. So don't you ever be ashamed, when you're only lonely… And oh you can call out my name... when you're only lonely...

Max feels herself blushing a little; those lyrics are a bit too on the nose today. “You’re such a nerd. How the hell do you know every single song that’s been on?”

“Uh, hello? You can thank your best friend for that.” She giggles at his fake sarcasm. “El and Hopper love all this corny shit, and when my little Ella-bella wants me to play something for her, I play it. It gets stuck in my head.” Unexpectedly he grabs her hand and twirls her, as if they’re doing a fancy waltz. No, there's nothing wrong with you… Darling, I get lonely, too… He crescendoes up to hit the high note perfectly, and an older woman behind them smiles.

“You’re adorable,” the woman says fondly. “I wish my son and daughter got along as well as you two.” She beams at them, and Eddie grins back. “Yeah, my sister’s pretty awesome,” he tells her, pride and admiration in his voice. “She hates my taste in music, though. Can’t imagine why.” The woman bursts out laughing, Max laughing right along with her. Eddie simply resumes picking out candy, as if he hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary.

Like to read more? With a Little Help From My Friends

[1introvertedsage]

Excellent warriors are not violent. Excellent soldiers are not furious. Excellent conquerors do not engage. Excellent leaders of people lower themselves.

This is called the virtue of no strife. This is called the use of people's capacity This is called the union with Heaven. It is the perfection of the ancients.

[funadeya]

DEAD STOCK

VEGAN

NO VIOLENCE🐄🐓🐖🐝

[kentonralphtoews]

[zelihatrifles]

Five Broken Cameras

Emad Burnat's documentary about the Israeli settlements encroaching Palestinian land will make you question your peace of mind. He is a common farmer, a normal father of four beautiful sons. But by the virtue of his camera(s), becomes a kind of a living chronicle of the resistance towards Israeli audacity. You see him experiencing the brunt of meaningless violence through the lenses of his five cameras that are broken in the course of five years at the end of which you cannot expect a happy ending because this is real life. 

Gibreel's birthdays punctuate the growth of the resistance which more and more villagers embrace, even beyond Bil'in. The innocence of the children is not exactly juxtaposed with the army's grenades and tear gas because even a sensitive child like Gibreel wants to kill because hate and anger are not easy to ignore when your closest friends are shot dead at random.

You see Emad's cameras saving and endangering his life simultaneously - he is targeted because of his filming that the Israeli soldiers feel threatened by, but his life is also saved because the bullet gets lodged in the camera, barely missing his face. His wife Soraya begs him to stop, she cannot take the anxiety any more, but you keep asking yourself why the filming is so important. In the end, you don't see hope, but like the note at which Khaled Hosseini ended his first novel, you can find the beginnings of hope.

[maskedfacesblog]

Eng translation:

“Isn't the treatment supposed to be equal?”

“You see me and don't help me”

[saltlifehippie]

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