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weemietime · 29 days ago

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1. there's no such thing as a soul and 2. why does israel specifically need to be where it is now? israel has not even existed for a century. many different people have inhabited the land for thousands of years, mostly arab. is the only argument for the current geographic location of israel a religious argument? why can't it be anywhere else? if it's not a religious argument, why is the land so important if the it was jewish land thousands of years ago? is america justified in its existence despite having killed dozens of millions of native americans? WHY CANT ISRAEL ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD? WHY IS ISRAEL EXPANDING INTO LEBANON AND WHY IS IT BUILT UPON THE EXPULSION OF HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PALESTINIANS? Religious arguments should not be taken seriously in the current day. The only other argument i've heard from zionists is one of racial superiority. Zionism boils down to white supremacy and Judaism/Jewish people are completely separate from that. The original zionists claimed to be secular marxists. How can you reconcile these inconsistencies and expect people to not think you're genocidal???

Good l-rd, the Kremlin-Hamas propaganda pipeline workin overtime. *Pats trunk* I can fit so much Nazi gibberish in this bad boy. 1) I don't give a shit that you don't respect my traditions and my beliefs, we already know you have no respect whatsoever. Cool.

2) Israel is where it is now because it is Israel, you deranged fucking lunatic. No, the people who have lived there over the last centuries have NOT been Arabs. There is ZERO archaeological evidence to back up a claim that Palestinian Arabs have been in Israel from the same time as Jews.

3) Point blank, everything you've built up here is a Nazi lie. this is false. A lie. We Jews dig up thousands years old shit from our culture in Israel. Not Arab/Islamic culture. It isn't there. You know your little al aqsa flood operation as Hamas calls it. Arabs built Al Aqsa over our most precious Beit hamikdash. Just for spite by the way. Muhammed hated Jews, ask the Jews of Medina how he handled them. Oh you can't they all got beheaded and enslaved.

Then turn around and call us colonizers when we return street names to their ORIGINAL Hebrew. You're ignorant as fuck of history, "dismantle colonialism" but simps for Hezbollah, the long arm of the IRGC who colonized Iran from the native Persian population. Do you know how many countries Arabs conquered? You don't know shit about the Middle East, keep us out of your fucking mouth.

This is called DARVO and its a tool of colonizers to suppress indigenous history and tradition and overwrite what really happened. And y'all are mad about it because Jews won't let it happen. We won't let you gas light and manipulate us and say see we're the indigenous ones when Arabs were the ones who rolled in and stole our land in the first place.

Arab migrations happened and the Arabs who lived there knowingly lived in stolen land, that is not our fucking problem. I would be content to live in peace with Arabs. I would respect moderate Islam. I would even say sure you can call Israel your homeland even though it's not, whatever.

By the way when Israel declared independence Israelis didn't force Arabs out of their homes. The Arabs all ganged up on Israel and attacked. The Arab league told those people leave your homes, we will kill all the Jews then you can come back. Welp they lost. Tel Aviv wasn't there before 1920s, dipshit. Most of Israel has been build on ceded, legally purchased land.

The amount of private land that was taken from innocent people occurred as insulation from terrorism from a war six other fucking countries started at once. Israel is genocidal huh, Israel has never once fired the first shot in any war its ever been in. Think on that you limp ugly bitch.

We're a community, a family. That's what Judaism is. By the way, that's what the people in those kibbutzim were doing too. They were peace activists, pro Palestinian peace activists, lol. They tricked them for twenty years, multiple generations, being their friends.

But Hamas doesn't want peace and they openly say it over and over and over again to you dumb fucking imbeciles, over and over and over. No peace, no compromise, no ceasefire. They want total annihilation of Israel and Jews world wide. That's their agenda. Don't even fucking come back if you can't acknowledge that this is what they want to do.

Palestinian Arabs can't even pronounce the word Palestine in Arabic lmao. It's not got any Arabic etymology. It was a slur to mock US, THE JEWS, by the romans. Can you pickup a G-d damn history book and read for once in your piss baby life?

#weemie #politics #jumblr #israel #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #palestine #i/p #gaza #ask #zionism

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wagconts · 3 months ago

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𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿! 𝗙𝗲𝗺!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: where you and Medina are always getting on each other's nerves.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: mention of Tati and João (sometimes referred to as Chumbo/Chumbinho), two Brazilian surfers.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 1.250k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: English isn't my first language; I write my stories in my native language and translate them with the help of translators. So, if anything's confusing, I'm sorry! Sometimes it might be a local slang.

─ Another one for the collection! ─ Medina plopped down next to me.

Gabriel showed me a Polaroid he had just snapped of me while I was distracted, messing around on my phone. I looked at him again, and he had a grin from ear to ear.

─ Seriously? When are you gonna stop taking random Polaroids of me? ─ I asked.

─ Only when my film runs out. And sorry to break it to you, but I just loaded a fresh roll before we came here.

I sighed. Coming to Paris was amazing, like a dream come true. Representing my country in the sport I love, the one I’ve dedicated my entire life to perfecting, was a total win.

This was my second Olympics. I didn’t even make it to the podium in Tokyo, but this time, my confidence was on another level.

The downside? Sharing a house with Gabriel. We've been here for a little over a week, and I still couldn’t figure out his vibe.

One minute, he's all friendly, asking me to share my surf stories, even handing me a flower he picked from some random bush on the beach.

But the next, he's teasing me, throwing shade like we’re rivals from different teams or something. Go figure.

─ You love me, huh? Always sticking close. ─ I said, locking eyes with him.

─ Love’s a strong word, babe. Let’s just say I enjoy watching you lose your cool with my little jokes.

─ I never lose my cool, I’ve got better things to do!

Liar.

─ Sure you do!

─ Are you two lovebirds joining me at the beach or what? ─ Tati interrupted, standing in front of us.

─ Beach? Hell yeah, I'm coming. ─ I jumped off the couch, excited.

─ What’s this, babe? You’re ditching me? I thought we could spend the whole afternoon together. ─ Medina teased with a smirk.

Tati and João burst out laughing at the surfer's joke. I shot him a look and flipped him the bird before heading to my room to grab a swimsuit.

[ .... ]

─ Eh... that was an average wave! ─ Gabriel said as soon as my feet hit the sand. ─ I'd give it a four.

─ Why don’t you go catch a better one then? Talk's cheap; show me what you got. ─ I shot back with a smirk.

─ I like the attitude! ─ he grinned ─ What do I get if I impress you?

─ Nothing, duh. It’s not a prize competition.

─ Kinda boring, but alright, just for the challenge... watch and learn from the best.

─ Best? That’s a stretch! ─ João hollered, making me laugh.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, grabbed his board, and headed toward the waves.

I hated to admit it, but... it’s Medina, you know? He really is one of the best surfers we've ever seen. It’s no wonder he gets all the recognition.

─ You got this, Gabriel! ─ Tati cheered, clapping ─ Come on, (your name), cheer him on too!

─ As if I'd boost that ego any higher ─ I muttered.

Medina spotted a wave and positioned himself on the board. Tati and João went silent, their focus shifting to the water. That wave was the biggest one we'd seen since my last run and his.

I stood up from the sand, watching along with the other two surfers beside me.

─ Is he crazy? He’s lost his damn mind.

The wave passed, but where the hell was Medina?

─ Shit! ─ I muttered under my breath.

─ What the hell did Gabriel do? He’s totally lost it.

The three of us started getting anxious. Tati began shouting his name, hoping for a sign that Gabriel was okay.

But nothing.

So we ran toward the water. Tati and I stayed at the shore, trying to spot him. João didn’t think twice before grabbing his board and heading to where Medina might’ve wiped out.

─ Relax, (your nickname), Gabriel’s a big boy. He knows what he’s doing. ─ The blonde reassured me, patting my shoulder.

─ He’s an idiot, that’s what he is! Did he really need to do all that just to mess with me? ─ I fumed. ─ We have no idea what happened, what if he hit his head on a rock and started bleeding?

─ Girl, stop thinking the worst ─ she scolded. ─ João’s already on it.

Speaking of João, we looked at him; he signaled that he hadn’t found anything.

I took a deep breath. After a few moments, João seemed to spot something, and then, Medina reappeared, climbing back onto his board.

Relief washed over me, and I hugged Tatiane.

─ He’s such a drama queen ─ she whispered, making me smile.

As soon as the two got back to us, the first thing I did was check if Medina was okay.

─ Don’t worry, I didn’t hit anything! Just got caught off guard.

─ Could be worse!

─ Just so you know, (your name) was super worried about you. ─ João teased with a grin.

─ I was worried, yeah, but not like that. I just didn’t want anything bad to happen.

─ Damn, babe, I was getting my hopes up here ─ I mean, who else can nearly have an accident and still crack a joke?

─ Open your eyes, Medina, and make things happen without the jokes! ─ Tatiane whispered, but he still heard it.

[ .... ]

Night had fallen over the skies of Teahupo’o, the sea was calm, and the stars lit up the sky. I was sitting on a rock, finishing up waxing my board so it’d be ready for the heats tomorrow.

I felt a cold weight on my shoulder and looked back to see Gabriel standing there.

─ Still here? I thought you’d be done by now ─ he sat down next to me.

─ Almost done. ─ I said, looking at my board ─ I don’t want any slip-ups tomorrow.

─ And you won’t have any! You just need to keep all the focus and courage you’ve had these past few days ─ he said, looking me in the eyes.

─ I know, but it’s tough. If I gave it my all in the group stage, now that it’s elimination rounds, I need to double that effort.

─ If you keep letting that fear in, it’s only gonna get worse. How about I grab us a couple of cold beers? ─ I laughed ─ What’s so funny?

─ Getting me tipsy the day before the competition? You trying to throw me off my game?

─ Never! It’s the opposite, to pump you up.

─ Damn.

For the first time, I really looked at his face. His brown eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky, and that smile... I could spend hours just looking at photos of him smiling.

─ Kiss me already, (your name)!

I smiled softly before our lips met. He kept his hands in my hair, deepening the kiss.

We pulled back, smiling at each other.

─ Easily my new addiction.

#football fanfic #football imagine #surf #neymar x reader #neymar #football icons #formula 1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #gabriel medina #medina #olympics #olimpiadas #soccer

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wosoluver · 7 months ago

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Four times she didn't notice and the one time she did.

Andrea Medina x reader

tw: none

Andrea Medina Masterlist

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"Hey are you coming to the game today?" she had called you up in the morning, excited as she always was on gamedays.

"Yes. Is that why you woke me up? You know I always come to home games."

"Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure. Good morning! See you later!"

"Good mornin..." - You barely had time to finish the sentence before she hung up.

Maybe others would find this rude. But you didn't mind at all. You knew she was just hyper, but most of all you knew she was anxious, and that she had called to ease up her anxiety before she needed to get ready for the day ahead, and hung up just as quick because she knew you loved sleeping in whenever you could.

And that's exactly what you did, not even a minute later you were sound asleep once again.

You took a ride with Cris to the game. You always stayed on the seats reserved for family and friends, so they knew where to look for you guys.

The game had taken a turn and was more competitive than they had expected. They had to fight hard 'til the end.

But she had to admit, seeing you on the stands wearing her jersey, cheering on definitely helped her stay greedy until the last minute.

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"Andrea?" you knocking on the bathroom door. You had taken her home after a tough game, that she had gotten injured. Unfortunately Wifi wasn't home. So you would have to sort this one out by yourself. Although you never considered yourself good at giving others support.

"Andrea! I can hear you crying, you've been in there for too long. Let me in, please." with every word you said, your voice became softer.

She only unlocked the door and went back in the shower. You opened the door as soon as you heard the lock turn.

"Hey," you sat next to her, but outside the shower. "I don't really know what to say or do, but I'll stay here until you tell me to leave."

And you two stayed there for another 20 minutes, before she got up to turn the shower off. And when she turned to get out, you held her towel ready.

"Thank you." - Thats the only thing she said for the next hour or so. But that was enough for you. You knew your friend and you knew how hard it was for her to accept being vulnerable.

Sitting on the couch, you were soothing her, rubbing her back as she calmed down.

"You'll be back before you know it. I promise."

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You had gotten home from a celebration and it was almost four in the morning. You were fighting to stay awake, opposite to her of course.

You had made her carry you to bed, you were hugged on her like a bear. She had slowly put you down. And she could tell you were not going anywhere else. So like you had done many times for her, she helped you.

She started by putting you in a comfortable T-shirt you could sleep in. Next she walked into your bathroom to get your make up remover. And she gently patted the cotton pads all over your face, making sure nothing stayed behind. That had taken her sometime, especially as she took her time to take in your facial features. The freckles on your cheeks, the beauty mark on your temple, your rosy lips and tinted skin from the alcohol you had consumed.

Then she tried her best to put your hair up and out off your face. And before getting herself ready to sleep, she went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some pain killers, placing on your bedside table, making sure to get you covered for the hungover in the morning.

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When you were all back at Lola and Cris' apartment watching the Spanish national team, and she couldn't take her eyes off of you.

It started out as a classic game watching afternoon. You had ordered lunch, and then prepared the snacks you had stopped to get before driving there.

Everyone wearing their respective jerseys. And by that it meant, Cris was wearing one of Lola's old national team kit.

Lola was wearing a Putellas' number 11.

Wifi wore her own national kit, Marta was wearing a Misa jersey to no one's surprise. Andrea was wearing Ornella's number 7 she had wore on the final game of the U20 world cup they had won together.

And you were wearing her blue away kit. One of many she had in her closet, and one of many you had stolen. You thought you were being sly, but in truth she only pretended not to notice.

They would always look better on you anyway.

She'd observe you closely but it was once the game started she had completely taken a front seat to watch your reactions.

"Hijo de la puta madre! That's for a yellow card, she can't go at her like that!"

It was funny because they clearly knew the rules and they protested just like you, but the way you passionately argued with the TV screen, always made everything 10x better.

"Thats a penalty no?" waiting for the referee's decision. "YES, YES, YES." you said jumping up.

And as Mario scored you screamed in celebration with the girls. "VAMOOOS!"

On the last ball before the end of the game Alexia managed to score with a assist by Patri. "LA REINA, BABY" you yelled as you all cheered their win.

She could watch you watching a game, forever.

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When you went on a date with a girl you really liked, and couldn't shut up about it for the rest of the day.

"She's just so interesting, also she plays for the Uni's volleyball team." Your were telling Lola as she was driving. You in the backseat and Andrea in the passenger."

"Does she study physio too?" She said, interested in your sudden crush. She had known you for a while and she had never heard you talk about someone like that.

"Yep, although she's graduating this year. She's a rojiblanca by the way."

"Don't you have anything else to talk about?" - Andrea questioned rudely but you decided to take it in a light note.

"Seems like someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed." - giving it a light laugh at the end.

"No seriously, have you wondered that maybe she's just trying to get free tickets?" - But that one hurt. And you just stayed quiet.

Lola had just pulled up to your apartment complex too, so you just decided to walk away, clearly upset.

"Thanks Lo, talk to you later." and they watched as you walked in.

"Andrea!"

"What?"

"Don't treat her like that! She's one of your best friends! That was so uncalled for!"

Lola knew and so did she. As a matter of fact, everyone close to you two knew. It was obvious. But it seemed like Andrea had just realized, in the worst way possible.

She felt so stupid, it took her an argument over her jealousy, to realize what she had been feeling for some time.

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If you have any requests for her, please send them in! 🙏🩷

#woso x reader #andrea medina #andrea medina x reader #atletico madrid femenino

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nevertem · 1 year ago

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Mahad is actually the only priest who comes from common heritage.

Priest Seto has Akhenaden keeping him from being derided of course.

Isis and Shada are relatives of the old priests, Seth is Iry-Pat at the suggestion of Akhenaden (but his mom was noble anyway) and Karim is an overseer official's son.

Mahad comes from tombkeeper lineage himself at Dier El Medina. That's why he's usually stuck with gravekeeper duties.

Except Shimon who designs them of course

He's the second youngest to become priest. Seth is a year younger than him. Hence why Seth bullies him as he's got a lot to prove.

Mana is a nobles daughter

A lot of bullying also comes from the fact that Mahad wasn't TECHNICALLY ready to become High Magician or a master. He was promoted by necessity when his master died. He didn't go through the inheritance ritual. The Ring was just put on him and he was told to get to work.

He also didn't go through the selection process with the Items. The Ring had to have someone holding it though so here you go, kid, have the demon Item.

Compound that with the new Pharaoh's obvious favoritism to his friend over the technically more qualified Priests to be the fan-bearer of the King's Right Hand, and you get a lot of accusations of incompetence and nepotism.

Priest Seto more or less sees Mahad as a slap to the face for his hard work, utterly oblivious to the favors and personal tutoring he gets because of his father.

Karim, Shada, and Isis are all like 19-25 by the time of the events of Memory World. They were all only teenagers at most during Kul-Elna. It's ridiculously tragic that literally nobody in the court was there except Akhenaden. Something about bad people dying without facing consequences.

Shada genuinely considers Seto his friend. Nobody knows how he can stand him. Shada is just genuinely a patient and kind person.

The one who gets into the Royal Beer Storage and asks for the pretty girl entertainers? Isis. When you see everything all the time sometimes you need some cute girls and booze.

Isis has more than three girlfriends at all times. Yes they smoke blue lotus.

Karim is down with the people most often as the construction overseer, and is thus kind of the face people think of the most. He also just kind of doesn't bother him with pomp and circumstance. He's busy. Go away. He doesn't want the palanquin. He can walk.

He's just kind of a straightforward guy.

Seto can't fucking stand him because he just doesn't rise to provoking.

He just kind of says "k"

Besides Mahad, Karim is Atem's favorite because he's got such a dry sense of humor.

"I believe they call that back on his bullshit, sire."

"Rest assured Seto, it will be recorded how mad you are that you lost this Diaha."

All with the most flat expression possible.

Shada is constantly trying to get people to be nice to Seto.

Shada just thinks we should all be friends.

#priest headcanons dump

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dustedmagazine · 4 months ago

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Goran Levi — Guide Tones (Segell Microscopi)

Photo by Gaizka Taro

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Jazz players (and presumably other musicians) use guide tones, which are deduced from chords, as a basis for melodic accompaniment. By titling his debut recording Guide Tones, Goran Levi, a guitarist born in Bulgaria but raised and based in Spain (Mallorca), signals his thorough grasp of theory and nods to his role as a music educator. His music, though, is accessible rather than academic, with strong melodies and alternately tight and loose interplay with the members of his band — Joan Garcias Tur on double bass, Josep Servera on drums, and Carlos Medina on tenor saxophone. This strong debut highlights Levi’s skills as a guitarist, composer, and bandleader.

The set begins with a pair of trio tracks without Medina. “Que Se Yo” features some distortion on the guitar and a brief but compelling solo from Tur, while “Forget Me Not-Simbelmyë” features cleaner guitar and a more leisurely pace. On the lovely single “Waltz for Tomeu-Fisherman’s Tale,” Levi switches to acoustic steel string somewhat in the manner of Tim Stine. “Yo Thelonious” captures the spirit of the titular figure with angular lines, loping bass, a quick solo from Servera, and Medina channeling Charlie Rouse. The smoky ballad “Remembrance” also gives Medina a chance to shine and, like “Forget Me Not,” shows that Levi’s playing is especially compelling when he slows things down.

Levi has clearly listened deeply to generations of jazz guitarists—among other influences, that of Pat Metheny seems evident, and, among younger players, he reminds me a little of Javier Subatin — but his voice is distinctive. While not fusion, the music shows the influence of rock. As the official video for “Song for Marius” (also featuring a fine solo by Tur) demonstrates, Levi’s formidable chops remain in service of the tune, rather than the tune serving as a platform for shredding, and he is generous toward his bandmates. In fact, my only complaint about Guide Tones is that, at barely 30 minutes long, it’s too short.

Jim Marks

#goran levi #guide tones #segell microscopi #jim marks #albumreview #dusted magazine #jazz #guitar

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urgonnaneedabiggership · 2 years ago

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Namor (MCU) X Mexican!OC

MASTERLIST

Part I Here

Part II Here

Part III Here

Part IV Here

Part VI Here

Synopsis:

War photographer Sadie Medina is one day mysteriously whisked away on a mission that is suspiciously secret for a botanical expedition. A tragic twist of the events leads to her getting too close to something she should’ve never found, and too close to people who, by all odds, was never supposed to meet, be imprisoned by, and much less grow close to.

Word count: 2,345

Warnings: MCU typical violence, mentions of war, mentions of death and un-aliving people.

A/N: In case you feel more comfortable reading on AO3, you can find the link right here.

*Disclaimer: I’m by no means an expert on Mayan, but I did my best (by this I mean I looked for the best translator possible) and sorry for any mistakes. Handy little translations at the end, if needed.

She wasn’t too proud of it, but Mercedes was a good liar. More than once she had escaped from certain situations aided by her ability to invent something on the spot. However, this situation left little to the imagination, and trying to get out of it with deceit could only make it worse, so she remained silent.

“I thought my cousin had already spoken to you about what I think is better for all of us.”

Namora slowly walked into the room. While the warrior was slightly shorter than Mercedes, the woman was probably more intimidating to her than Attuma, so with every step forward she took, Sadie took one backward.

“It was your idea?” Mercedes asked.

“The best one I could think of, and the best for all of us given the circumstances.”

Namora sat on the hammock and made a gesture for Sadie to sit next to her, which she did tentatively.

“Let me tell you something. The last time a surface dweller ended up here, she almost caused us to go to war with Wakanda.”

Mercedes immediately remembered the scars that crossed Namor’s back.

“Did the Black Panther...?” she reached her hand behind her and patted her shoulder. Namora solemnly nodded.

“What happened for things to escalate that far? Was it a Wakandian who ended up down here? Was it…? ”

“My point is,” Namora interjected, “knowing what he has done for us, do you think K’uk’ulkan wouldn’t step over your happiness in the blink of an eye if it was the best for Talokan?”

Before she could open her mouth to reply, the Talokanil woman stopped her again.

“And don’t you think the safety of thousands of people is worth sacrificing the desires of only one person?”

When she put it like that, Sadie did feel a little bit like a child that had thrown a tantrum. At least Namor said it was “for now”. She had stayed for longer in way worse and more hostile places after all.

“Now,” said Namora as she stood up, “I have to go. We will run into each other again, and I better find a woman I can grow to respect and not this spoiled child, alright?”

“You respect me?” Mercedes asked with a surprised look on her face. The other woman stood up and made her way toward the door.

“You could grow to respect me, right?” she insisted as Namora silently disappeared around the corner.

The previous day could’ve gone been better. Namor was fairly certain that taking his prisoner-turned-guest to the city and showing her all the wonderful things their secrecy protected would soften the blow of informing her she’d have to stay for longer than expected.

But the plan didn’t precisely go smoothly. Surface inhabitants could be so stubborn.

To calm himself down, he fled to where he always found solace: an unfinished mural. Now his mind was absorbed by the details of his latest creation.

That was, of course, until a loud cough coming from the entrance made him look up.

“Please don’t tell me you’re sick.”

He sighed at Sadie standing at the door.

“Oh, would that be much of a complication to you, your royal Highness?” she asked in a mockingly offended tone.

“Don’t call me that,” he replied in an actually offended tone. Right. Such titles didn’t feel appropriate there.

“Sorry,” she swiftly apologized, “may I come in?”

He nodded before turning around and continue working on his painting.

“It’s beautiful,” she complimented it. And it wasn’t just a conversation starter; it really was astonishing. “Where do you get your paint from?”

“Is there anything you need?” he stopped painting and turned around to face her.

“Well, since I’m going to be staying here for a bit longer, I thought it might be a good idea to be the bigger person and apologize, but I guess diplomacy isn’t your strong suit,” she answered dryly and turned around to leave.

“Mercedes, wait.” he sighed, “You’re right. I think it would be better if we started to act like two adults. Come back here, please.”

He pulled out a chair and placed it next to his. Mercedes complied and sat.

“Listen, I’ll stay and won’t cause any more trouble to you or anybody else here. But we have to set some rules.”

The list was short, but the “this-should-be-amusing” look on his face when he gestured for her to continue tempted her into making it longer.

“First of all, I don’t want to have any guards around or be escorted everywhere I go. Second of all, and this is more of a request, I would like to have access to those.”

Sadie pointed to the table, atop which several stacks of ancient-looking papers, some of them carefully bound in leather, rested.

“If I’m going to be here a while, I’d like to learn more about this place. I need to do something with myself or I’ll lose my mind.” She explained.

“Do you think you can translate those?” Namor asked with raised eyebrows and an amused look that did nothing but infuriate her further.

“You would be surprised,” she replied a bit over-confidently. Of course, she wasn’t sure if she even remembered enough Mayan to understand half of one single book, but Mercedes wasn’t about to admit it.

“I don’t know. They are quite complex, and the dialect is very, very ancient.” Namor said, standing up and grabbing the first sheet of paper, staring at it doubtfully.

“Can I take a look at them or not?” Mercedes asked impatiently, reaching out her hand.

“Fine. You can try,” He finally caved in. Sadie nearly snatched the paper from his hands and looked at it. Even if she was unable to understand a single word, she’d swear she could read it perfectly. Or maybe she could understand by context alone…

It was a drawing. A childish drawing with awkward attempts at making a human shape with sketches on its chest.

“Sometimes I let children come up here and keep me company while I paint.” He explained with a mocking grin, “I hope you can handle it.”

The way Mercedes’ facial expression shifted from self-assurance to confusion and then morphed into anger was too much, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He tried to hide it placing his closed fist against his mouth, but it was very obvious nonetheless.

“You know what? On second thought, I’d rather take my chances with the tunnels and starve to death, thank you very much.” She replied with an unamused look.

“Fine, fine, you win,” Namor said still between chuckles, “You can have them if you want. I wasn’t lying before, they are a bit hard to understand, but I can spare one hour now and then to help you.”

“Please don’t do that,” Sadie bashfully said, “Now I’ll feel guilty for asking this many favors. I only have one more, I promise. I want to visit Talokan again, but I want to be able to go down there whenever I want.”

“No.” Namor immediately stated. “It’s too dangerous. Something could go wrong with the suit and you’d be alone. You can go, but I have to be with you.”

“Fair enough. You have to go every day, right? Maybe we can descend together.”

“I have other things to take care of other than you. You can come with me twice a week,”

“Three days,” Sadie attempted to bargain.

“Deal.”

“Thanks,” Sadie smiled and bowed her head slightly in gratitude.

“Anything to keep you out of my way, Xmeech.”

The happy glint in Mercedes’ eyes was overcome by something nostalgic.

“My grandma was the only one who called me that,” She said with a melancholic smile, “I was her Xmeech and she was my chiich. Honestly, I thought I’d never hear it again.”

“Were you close to her?” Namor asked, sitting on a step on the floor next to the chair after carefully placing his painting supplies back on the table. Sadie nodded.

“I was. My dad and I used to live with her, but then we had to go away. I visited her now and then but…I don’t know; it was never the same. I got too old for Xmeech, I guess.”

“I won’t do it again if…” Namor started to say apologetically, but she promptly interrupted him.

“No, please. It’s nice to hear it again. I like my name, but it can be a bit too long sometimes,” She assured with a smile, which he briefly returned before turning around to sort drawings from actual texts and place them aside.

Mercedes started pacing around the room, finally coming across a mural that caught her attention. It depicted a figure she recognized as Namor because of the necklaces, earrings, and signature vibranium breastplate, and another who wasn’t human, but animal. A panther of charcoal-colored fur with bare teeth and a menacing grin.

“Maybe this could be my first history class,” she said with a playful smirk, “What did you do to piss Wakanda off that much?”

“You can’t teach history backwards.” He said somberly. A moment later, Attuma appeared at the entrance and approached him before whispering something into his ear. Namor nodded and grabbed the spear that his lieutenant offered him.

“Where are you going?” Sadie asked.

“I have to take care of something. Try to interpret as much as you can before I’m back.” He hastily added before leaving. Mercedes huffed and carefully picked up the first volume and opened it on a random page, where she found an image of a deep cave filled with water, or ts’enot as her grandma called them, inside of which a human figure was being thrown. Below the water, a giant serpent opened its jaws ready to devour its prey.

“Cute,” she muttered to herself and returned to the first page.

“So, let me see if I heard you correctly,” Namora said, breaking the long silence that came after Namor casually mentioned the understanding he had reached with Mercedes, already regretting giving his cousin an answer when she brought up the subject.

“You gave her access to centuries of Talokanil knowledge, and kindly offered to make sure she understands it properly?”

“At least she’s willing to learn, and she has earned that privilege. I thought you’d react differently, after all that happened.”

“If someone saves my life, that means I may trust them with my life. Nothing more.” She asserted.

Before they could drag Attuma into their argument, the trio reached the surface right next to the carcass of an adult sperm whale.

“He’s still bleeding,” The largest of the three noted, placing his fingers on an open wound, “His killers will be back at any second.”

“It’s the third one this month,” Namora noted with more anger than sadness in her voice.

A low rumble was heard not far from them as a whaling ship approached them. One thing that caught the Talokanil’s attention was the lack of yelling above all the noise.

“Should I call some of my men?” Attuma offered. Namor shook his head negatively and turned to Namora.

“Go around the back, I’ll take the front of the vessel and we’ll meet in the middle. Attuma, we need to sink them but be discreet; we must not draw the attention of others nearby. Wait for my signal. Understood?”

The latter nodded and sunk back under the water. When the ship was close enough, the first two climbed stealthily up the walls. Once on board, Namor slowly made his way across the vessel, checking every cabin carefully. Either everybody was on Namora’s side or the crew was smaller than they thought.

As he made his way to the main deck, he came across three bodies that laid on the floor of the ship, still bleeding. As he wondered how had Namora reached them before he did, something about one of the bodies made him stop and kneel next to it to examine it better. There was a perfectly round hole on his forehead. Bullets were not Talokanil weapons.

A loud noise, as if someone was dragging something, made Namor immediately lift his vibranium spear in an offensive position, slowly walking towards the other side of the deck from which the noise came. He even refrained from breathing as the noise intensified, and he realized his enemy had to be right around the corner. Even with his perfectly calculated movements, the old wooden floor of the ship creaked loudly after a misplaced step, which caused the noise to suddenly stop. Namor gripped his spear firmly and before his opponent had the chance to strike first, jumped around the corner just in time to block a potentially lethal swing of Namora’s spear. He cursed loudly before releasing the breath he had been holding that entire time. Namora pointed to a corpse next to her, which she had dragged from the back of the ship.

“There’s a bullet wound on the back of his head, and his hands were tied.”

“He was executed.” Namor deduced, “Someone got to them first, and they were not Talokanil forces.”

“What should we do, K’uk’ulkan?” asked Namora, taking another look around her. Namor imitated her, panning over the grim scenario that surrounded them.

“Sometimes these people murder other crews for territory. So be it. Let them do our jobs,” he stated thoughtfully, “I don’t think we’ll get anything else from here. Let’s return and give Attuma the signal.”

Less than fifteen minutes left, once there wasn’t a trace left of the ship, the trio emerged from the water and back into the caves. They were unusually quiet as they tried to make sense of what they’d just seen. Namor’s explanation seemed logical enough, but for some reason, he just wasn’t entirely convinced. Judging by the puzzled look on her face, neither was Namora.

They were so lost in thought that they didn’t notice a presence hidden among the rocks that carefully traced several small arrows with black paint on the rocky walls as it followed them back to Talokan.

The Translations

Xmeech: Mayan nickname for Mercedes

Chiich: Grandmother

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Jlo at the Usher concert in Vegas. Alone? Yes (I’m not counting Benny Medina, he’s always lurking) Ben was busy. Maybe she was working? Trying to get into another Super Bowl? Looking for venues for her ‘album?’ Which——WHY?!?! How is having a semi-permanent job in Vegas going to work for her marriage?! It’s LAS VEGAS! Did she forget who that simp album is about?!

Pap Ho was inside the family YMCA in Santa Monica holding hands and patting legs with his ex. What a nice little show they put on for the paps. They could have done all these little hugs and kisses inside, but no. It looked like Pap Ho was waiting for a hug too. The ex got all dolled up for the event. Well, for her. She was wearing makeup and I think Jlo was wearing that same sweater for her pap stroll with Pap Ho at the flea market after Car Pap 1.

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I did notice that Violet has popped back into frame now that Jlo is gone for a bit.

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The Hadith of Gabriel (Part 3)

BY: SACHIKO MURATA, WILLIAM C. CHITTICK SOURCE: ISLAMICITY DEC 1, 2021 24

Then the man addresses Muhammad by his name, whereas people always address him by his title, Messenger of God. The man begins talking without introduction as if he had been part of the conversation all along.Once Muhammad answers the man's first question, the man says, "You have spoken the truth." 'Umar remarks, "We were surprised at his questioning him and then declaring that he had spoken the truth." This is an enormous understatement. More likely, the companions were flabbergasted. What kind of insolence is this? To come up to God's own messenger and begin to grill him, and then to pat him on the head as if he were a school boy! This is inconceivable. But then again, the companions took their clues from Muhammad . He was acting as if all this were perfectly normal and natural. What could they do but follow his example?After the man leaves, Muhammad waits a while, allowing his companions to think about this strange event. Finally, he tells them what had happened. They would not soon forget, and you can be sure that by that night, everyone in Medina had heard about Gabriel's appearance. No one was supposed to forget about this visit, for the Prophet had just presented them with their religion in a nutshell. If they ever wanted to know what was essential in Islam, all they had to do was remember the strange events of this day.

Excerpted from the book "The Vision of Islam" by Sachiko Murata and William C. Chttick

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Antonio Velardo shares: Northwestern Fires Baseball Coach Amid Turmoil Over Culture in Athletics by Eduardo Medina

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July 19 Zodiac - Full Horoscope Personality

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