#Stille im lande

[taunuswolf]

WO BLEIBT DER AUFSCHREI DER "STILLEN IM LANDE"?

1992 habe ich auf einer Dienstreise in Israel eine jüdische Freimaurerloge besucht und wenige Tage später im armenischen Viertel von Jerusalem in einem Geschäft (ohne Androhung von Schlägen) eine FREIMAURERKACHEL (Bild) gekauft.

Angesichts der neuen Pogrome und Angriffe gegen Juden in Deutschland und Europa frage ich mich: Wo bleibt der Aufschrei der „Stillen im Lande“? Wurden nicht Freimaurer und Juden gleichermaßen von den Nazis diffamiert. Wäre das nicht mal f��r die Logen eine Gelegenheit auf die Straße zu gehen und gegen die neuen linken Antisemiten (jeder weiß, woher sie kommen) zu demonstrieren. Sozusagen als Wiedergutmachung. Denn die Freimaurer wurden 1933 nur verboten, kuschten vor dem Naziregime, während die Juden schlimmsten Verfolgungen ausgesetzt waren.              

[kaahmbem]

legend has it that the young witch circe and the once beautiful nymph scylla shared a complicated past...

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

when nimona first shapeshifted in front of gloreth, gloreth was a little freaked out, but more just shocked, and then they went on being friends. it was only once gloreth’s parents told her that nimona is a horrible monster that she finally turned on her. this movie isn’t subtle in the least with its themes, but i like this part of the movie because it really shows just how imaginary and baseless (for lack of a better way to phrase this) the fear of monsters (i.e. trans people) in society is. children, like gloreth, when left alone without any societal influences, will be faced with this Other, Different thing and accept it, just go with it. befriend them.

[cubbihue]

Does Chloe still exist in ur au?

She does! I've kept core parts of her personality, but retconned massive chunks of her history with Timmy.

Chloe never got fairies, and never shared them with Timmy. But she was his neighbor! They used to play a lot as children, but one day, Chloe wasn't allowed back at the Turner's house.

As a grownup, Chloe's a social worker! She's usually the Go-To person selected by the state to handle difficult public cases involving children. As in: cases involving celebrities, important figures, or the such where the child's identity is at risk to the public. She's an expert at keeping their life secret and away from social media.

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[paintpanic]

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[thatgaywizardoverthere]

Arthur “Disaster Bi” Pendragon learning about true loves kiss as a cure like:

Gwaine: For fuck’s sake, he’s not enchanted every time he smiles at someone else, Arthur! He was literally just laughing at my joke!

Arthur, aggressively frenching Merlin on the council room floor: YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL OKAY-

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[olowan-waphiya]

if usamericans are excited about the concept of anti-colonialism in other countries oooh boy do i have some exciting news for you...you can practice decolonization right here at home!

[jojo-schmo]

Kirbtober 2024- Forgotten Land Roleswap Edition

08: Phantom

[nocek]

And this concludes the grand crossover event

(or does it?)

(it does but I was given a great idea for how to solve Gwen's problem :) )

the timeline of previous relevant comics:

[Jeff has a great fashion sense and Peter is the best hooker]

[Jeff is found and fucks are lost]

[bro landed up in the wrong universe and all he got out of it is a lousy bow]

[achillean-knight]

WAHOOO IM OFFICIALLY THE LEGAL DRINKING AGE IN 'MERICA PFFT Have Hapsta for my day of birth >:3

[vigilskeep]

what’s getting to me (yeah i’m still awake) is how inherently fucked up it is that like. a while back, early in the game, i was going on about how it was ironic that in a game about regret i seemed to be playing a character thoroughly incapable of guilt and remorse. someone who is so locked in on wilful optimism and pragmatism that regret is entirely out of their wheelhouse; they genuinely believed everyone just does what they have to do and acts according to their nature, so there’s no use in looking back or expecting different, and all you can do is move forward. the idea that sol did not simply learn to regret and to question themself as a natural character arc, but that solas was actively engineering pressure towards regret so they could take his place in a fade prison? that they had a survival mechanism going and his active intention the entire time was to break it? that in order to do so, he had them spending months confiding in and relying on a fake of the only person they had ever fully trusted? what the fuck

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[dramaism]

Even over my dead body, you are without a doubt, absolutely, most definitely not my type.