#genocide enthusiast i have a hard time respecting you as a person

[transfemgorgug]

You know typically in posts that put the lives of USian citizens above the lives of Palestinians y’all at least pay lip service to the people you’re willing to let Kamala genocide because you’re shaking in your boots about Project 2025. Interesting strategy here to instead completely ignore all of Kamala’s Bush-esque policy promises and act like it’s so #girlboss to vote in the self-described Top Cop and there’s zero nuance whatsoever. What exactly does Kamala offer Palestinian-Americans, and for that matter Arab-Americans as a whole, that they should vote for her?

due to systemic oppression, usamerican leftists don't currently have the political power to instate a leftist president. we do, however, have enough power to make one of two candidates lose the election. we could use this power to make the white supremacist lose to the black woman, or we could use it to make the black woman lose to the white supremacist. the obvious choice for leftists would be to prioritize making the white supremacist lose, but tumblr users have devised a loop hole, where they agitate primarily for making the black woman lose, but omit the detail about who she would be losing to. this makes their stance more palatable to people who correctly believe that having a white supremacist president would be the worst possible outcome.

[ursus-mari]

Morgana wakes from a dream of Gwen being crowned and is deeply confused.

When Gwen comes to wake her in the morning, Morgana asks her point-blank if she likes Arthur, to which Gwen, panicked at her years long crush asking about her starcrossed boyfriend, panics and says, “No!” then backtracks and says something like, “Not that-- I’m sure he’s perfectly lovely really, if you know him, which I don’t, I didn’t mean--”

Morgana snorts and goes, “Perfectly lovely? Arthur? Hardly.”

With that option (erroneously, mind) firmly off the table in Morgana’s book, she ponders the other possibilities. Uther? Never. Morgana would kill him before he forced Gwen into anything, and Gwen would never marry him of her own free will. So it can’t be any of the current royal family, and Morgana plans to take the throne soon…

That possibility that had been niggling in the back of her mind that she’d been refusing to entertain now seems the only viable option on the table, and Morgana blushes despite herself, butterflies lighting in her stomach.

She holds off on going to Morgause until she’s sure, and in that time, every time Gwen looks at her or touches her (quite often, given the duties of a maidservant) makes her giddy, and she starts to believe it despite herself.

Hating Gwen, kind, lovely Gwen, who holds her after she wakes up screaming and brings her flowers to brighten her day, had been so hard. This is effortless, by comparison. Natural. Like breathing. And if her dream is right, Gwen will feel the same, whether she falls now or later. Morgana is positively giddy.

Gwen deserves wooing, and Morgana starts to daydream of all the ways she could make Gwen happy… flowers for sure, maybe a dress? A romantic picnic, perhaps. The possibilities are endless, and Morgana cannot wait to start putting a smile on Gwen’s face.

Morgana starts by gifting Gwen whatever she seems enamoured by at the market. This includes but is not limited to pastries, pretty bobbles, truly expensive silk, a bouquet of flowers, and way too much jewelry. Gwen is really, really flustered by this and has absolutely no idea how to handle it. She tries to tell Morgana to stop, but Morgana is like “I’m basically a princess and if I want to buy gifts for my maidservant, I’ll damn well do so.”

Morgana’s not really got any concept of subtlety or taking it slow, see.

Poor Gwen is so flustered she feels like she could explode and has absolutely no clue where this came from, which only encourages Morgana to buy more stuff because she thinks Gwen being flustered is adorable. It’s as much the way Morgana is looking at her as it is the gifts, though, warm and fond and like Gwen hangs the moon and stars, and Gwen had missed that look, and she turns into a stammering wreck.

Afterwards, once Gwen’s collected herself, she explains to Morgana that she just can’t buy her things for money reasons, for Uther reasons, the whole shebang. And Gwen doesn’t really want or need those things, she says, and she certainly doesn’t want them all at once.

So Morgana has to go back to the drawing board.

Morgana goes to Morgause like, “Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a bit but I was wondering what you knew about wooing people.”

And Morgause is like, “??? Wooing people???”

“Yea.”

“Uhhhh, find their greatest desire and use it to manipulate them? Chop off their enemy’s head and propose a strategic alliance?”

So Morgana’s like, “...Right, so you’re absolutely useless, bye,” and fucks off to go look for other, more trustworthy sources.

The problem is she trusts absolutely no one other than Morgause so this is a difficult endeavor. She asks Arthur in a bid of desperation because he’s had flings, right???

Arthur goes, “Uh. Slay monsters very impressively? Show personal growth? Offer chicken? Have Merlin do it for you?”

Which is also useless, but she should have expected that, really.

She goes to the library as a last resort and tells Geoffrey, “BRING ME A BOOK ON WOOING!” in her most intimidating voice and Geoffrey scampers off to get that but he’s like. Really slow. Morgana waits as Geoffrey rushes and yet moves as fast as molasses, getting increasingly impatient and snappish.

What she gets is mostly a book on courtly rituals, so a lot of it is useless with Gwen but damn if Morgana isn’t going to try, but it also mentions something about asking family for permission, which, no, but it reminds her to go, oh! I’ll ask her brother!

And Elyan’s mostly like how many goddamn royals are in love with my sister (within the privacy of his own head, of course), but he also tells her that Gwen likes thoughtful, heartfelt gifts and honest work (and privately resolves to tease Gwen so much when she comes home).

So Morgana’s like???? Heartfelt???? What do I do with that??? Crap, what does Gwen like? But she’d given Gwen all the things she liked at the market, so that can’t be all there is to it?? Morgana is confusion?????

Okay, honest work. So should she make a gift?

Morgana doesn’t have any crafting skills though. Fuck. Uh.

She could embroider something? She’s crap at embroidery but she knows how to do it, at least. Something small, there’s only so much embroidering she can stand. Handkerchief, maybe? And that’s like offering a favor, almost, so that’s cool.

Morgana thinks back to the market and all the fabrics Gwen had lingered on and goes for a (relatively) moderately priced one that Gwen had run her fingertips over longingly.

So Morgana utilizes her well-honed sneaking skills to go buy the fabric, then bewilders Gwen by kicking her out to work. This is not her brightest idea, as it makes Gwen feel quite hurt and renews her suspicion.

After many, many hours of pricked fingers, extensive and creative cursing, and a half dozen traumatized servants (except not because if you work under the Pendragons on a regular basis you’ve probably got balls of steel, but Morgana certainly tries her best), Morgana comes out with a crude, messy rendition of a rose embroidered onto the (...maybe a little bloodstained? Whatever. It's fine.) handkerchief.

Morgana presents it to Gwen, shy and yet utterly pleased with her work, and Gwen wavers between fond laughter and bursting into tears. In the end, she just smiles so hard her cheeks hurt and thanks Morgana, then tucks it away like something precious.

Gwen still regards it with wariness, of course, because Morgana has up to this point been extremely suspicious and possibly (definitely) evil, but it's very hard to think it might be magically dangerous when it looks like a child's work and Morgana had seemed so sincerely proud. The fear and animosity melts away in the wake of it despite Gwen's best judgement, and, she reasons, it would alert Morgana to her suspicions if she didn't use it, right? It's only logical to use it and treat it like something precious and gaze upon it fondly, right? Right.

And now Gwen has two utterly romantically incompetent people she adores with all her heart doing their best to make her happy. And that's… yeah.

This might work out after all.

(Meanwhile, Arthur finds out who Morgana wanted to woo, and the two of them turn the courting of Gwen into a competition, because of course they do, ignoring entirely that Gwen is perfectly happy to date both of them, and plans of kingdom conquering fall to the wayside, much to Morgause’s chagrin.

Merlin regards Morgana with deep, deep suspicion that she returns with interest, but Gwen won't stand for the animosity so they grudgingly make nice while glaring at each other over Gwen's head and being blatantly insincerely sweet. They forget their hostility only when they both turn on Arthur, at which point they join forces in insulting him, Arthur complains, and Gwen laughs at them all. It turns out to be remarkably hard to sustain ill will in such a comfortable atmosphere; who knew? It's like there hasn't been attempted murder on both sides!

Uther is bewildered by his children’s good moods and Morgana's renewed disdain of him, and they merrily ignore him except when he's being genocidal. When his genocidal tendencies manifest once more, as they inevitably do, Merlin and Morgana are baffled to find themselves on the same side but remain vehement in their assertions that they do something about it, and Arthur is convinced by his very passionate friends and quietly conflicted but firmly insistent girlfriend.

(Merlin and Morgana feed off of each other’s strong feelings and forget to check with Gaius and Kilgharrah and Morgause respectively. As such, they have no one to talk them down into caution and suspicion, which is on the whole for the best as they find themselves a united front.)

This whole situation cumulates into a coup. Also, magic reveals. And long, emotionally involved, serious conversations about magic and its morality and Merlin and Morgana's roles in magic shenanigans thus far. There's a decent amount of shouting, maybe a few threats, hurt all around, but they make it through, and they do it without completely destroying their relationships with each other, so that's cool.

Uther is overthrown (Morgause is very upset to have missed it), the kingdom is absolute chaos, it takes a lot for Arthur to be seen as a legitimate, trustworthy ruler, but he has his people behind him, they call the knights of the round table and knight them, and they make it work.

Work is started on the legalization of magic.

Gwen does become Arthur's queen, and Morgana relives her dream, and finds herself overwhelmingly, brilliantly happy despite having been wrong. After all, afterwards Gwen throws herself into Morgana's arms to give her an enthusiastic kiss and wipes away her happy tears with the handkerchief Morgana had gifted her all that time ago.

And so they live happily ever after (or something mushy like that).)

[lisinfleur]

Sy’s Anon asshole, FUCK YOU!

You spent hours of your day writing a piece of work from a fandom that's not usually yours over a character you're insecure to write. You ask your friends to check on your fiction before you post cause you're insecure to post afraid you might have committed any mistakes with the character. You post it, and your work is amazing. Then some asshole comes to your ask box and instead of finding a dick to suck or an ass to fuck, he spends his time writing to call you "genocide enthusiast" and "nazi fucker" just because you decided to write a fic on a villain? SERIOUSLY? You haters really reached this level? How much of a useless piece of shit you must be or how big is the amount of nothing you have to do with your time to come into a writer's blog to call her names like this? Do you even know what Nazism was and how heavy are the terms you're using, you motherfucker? RESPECT THE VICTIMS OF THE HOLOCAUST and stop using these fucking historic marks to offend people as if it was nothing! You're talking about an ideology that killed thousands of people for nothing, you asshole! You’re including an amazing person into the hall of the people that ever stood for this despicable and disgusting standard just because you didn't grow up enough to fucking understand that's not because you don't like a character that all the people in the world won't like it as well! CUT THE BULLSHIT! @honestsycrets doesn't deserve to receive this kind of stupid message! She's one of the most beautiful people I ever knew in my whole life and she surely doesn't deserve people like you around her! But more than that, the fictions of her blog are ALL identified! If you don't like Kylo Ren then DON'T FUCKING READ THINGS FOR HIM! What is so fucking hard to understand? We're god damn writers, you asshole! And these blogs are fucking ours! We'll write for god damn Hanniball if we want! But it doesn't mean none of us is fucking eating cheeks soup in the fucking dinner! GROW UP, you bastard! Or get the fuck out of the Tumblr if you cannot live in society and accept the world is not what your motherfucking ass wants it to be! But don't come to my friend's ask box to offend her with this kind of low-level words just because she wrote for a "negative" as you said!

And fucking people, for the gods' damn sake, STOP using such low-level things to offend people! "Nazi" is not an offense or a curse, ok? This is a demoniac word that defines people that shouldn't have been born in this world and did things that shouldn't have been imagined in the worst nightmares of horror writers like Stephen King! This is not a way to offend people... This is not a curse... this is not a word... this word is something despicable, dishonored, disgusting that should be used only to remember the people to what it belongs and to keep in mind things - not people! MONSTERS - that really worth the use of this word should NEVER EXIST ONCE AGAIN! EVER.

We write for Ivar... We always wrote for Ivar... he's a motherfucking bastard killer in cold blood and no one ever said something so low. Never I ever felt so angry about an anon in my whole life. This is low. This is the lowest I can take. This asshole went too far.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Post S3 Finale Fic, Part 9

They don't speak any more of the Kryptonite that evening in the lab, or the following morning at breakfast. In fact, they pretend their last conversation never happened. Partly because Kara doesn't know how to react to Lena's confession, and partly because Lena doesn't know if she gave Kara the answer she wanted to hear.

In the meantime Lena keeps her promise to be civil. Kara tries to ignore the studying looks that Alura gives them when she thinks neither of her guests are looking.

By the time dinner at Thara's rolls around, Kara hopes it will be a fun distraction, a break from the awkward atmosphere, but when she and Lena arrive, her stiffness only grips her tighter.

"Kara!" Thara exclaims upon opening the door.

From the corner of her eye, Kara can see Lena's eyes narrow ever so slightly when Thara  touches her heart with a respectful nod. It's a reception Kara hasn't seen in years-- a deference to the crest against her own breast that she'd thought had died with her planet.

But the reverence passes with an enthusiastic embrace a moment later, and an equally warm welcome for Lena, who doesn't mention the genuflect as their hosts begin to give them a tour of their home.

Kara feels that same friction as before-- the memory of their close friendship grinding against the distance between her and Thara now. Her voice gets trapped somewhere behind the colliding realities, limiting her to nods and monosyllabic responses.

It doesn't help that Thara takes advantage of the new audience to retell the story of her gazebo again, almost verbatim. It takes all of Kara's control to keep from screaming in frustration, and does her best to tune it out. Whether Lena notices the change in her, Kara isn't sure, but her friend turns on the charm and carries the majority of the conversation.

She carries it so much, in fact, that halfway through dinner Thara calls attention to it with a tinkling laugh.

"Well, Lena, I have to say you are far more engaging than I anticipated. The last guest Kara brought home was certainly polite but he was so, so-- oh, what's the word? Not unfriendly..."

"Taciturn," Thara's husband supplies, cracking a grin of his own.

"Taciturn! Yes!" Thara agrees, gesturing enthusiastically. "The man was so taciturn he barely said a word over dinner that wasn't about the food!"

Lena glances to Kara in question.

"Mon-el," she mumbles, hiding her flush by taking a sip of her wine.

"Ah," Lena says softly, eyes lingering on Kara. "You mean my ex-fiance."

Kara nearly inhales her drink, spluttering to clear her windpipe as green eyes glitter at her her in the low light.

Thara's gaze bounces between them, alight with interest. "I'm sorry?"

With the smallest of winks, Lena's eyes break away, affording Thara a grin. "Oh, yeah-- Kara didn't tell you? One minute I'm working in my lab with someone I think is trying to get home, and the next I'm waking up on a spaceship to Rhea telling me I'm going to marry her son."

Thara hunches forward, eager to hear more. "I thought Daxam was destroyed with Krypton! They went to Earth?"

Lena nods. "Luckily, Supergirl came to my rescue," she continues, sliding an indiscernable glance to Kara. "I made it home completely unmarried and the invasion ended a few days after that. The Daxamites left, and the planet is safe. Well-- was. And is, again."

"And does Earth often face such dire straits?" Thara asks.

"Often enough." Lena's voice turns soft. "But we're in good hands."

She doesn't look at Kara this time, but Kara feels her meaning in the deepest reaches of her soul. Sipping her drink to hide her heating flush, Thara continues without notice.

"And the people of Earth live alongside aliens, every day?" Thara giggles as though it's the funniest thing in the world. "I can scarcely fathom it! Krypton used to host the occasional foreign diplomat, but there was never such immigration."

"It's taken some getting used to, for a lot of people," Lena confesses. "Myself included. I don't know how Earth got a reputation as a refuge for alien indigents, but it's certainly jarring when you consider our planet is dying. We're consuming resources at a pace that far exceeds our ability to replace them, and we have war, famine, drought-- so many of our own hardships that we have yet to solve. We can't even help ourselves, and yet more and more aliens arrive every day, expecting to find a home with us and use even more of our dwindling resources."

Kara sometimes forgets that Lena doesn't understand. That the Luthor conservatism runs deep, disguised as pragmatism. Every time she's reminded cuts deeper than the last, and tonight is no exception. She stares at her plate, rigid and unmoving, desperate to be the exception to her friend's cynicism.

"But then I consider that Earth isn't the first choice for these people. We're the hail mary-- a last resort for people who have been displaced by war and genocide, driven from their homes in search of safety and stability elsewhere. To begrudge their desperation... that's cruelty, plain and simple."

A quiet falls over the table, and Kara hesitantly lifts her gaze. Lena reaches for her glass, cheeks pink with flush. When she speaks, she looks at no one in particular, but Kara knows it's meant for her.

"I've not always been the most welcome of people new to Earth. I've been quick to judge, and slow to change." She pauses, tilting her glass to watch the wine swirl inside. "But I'm trying to be better."

Her eyes flash towards Kara, and the flush in her cheeks deepens suddenly. A giddy feeling swirls in Kara's chest, pulling her lips into a smile she immediately tries to hide.

Lena shrugs, finally sipping from the glass still in her hand. "And who knows? Some of these people are coming from planets with science far beyond our own, vastly more educated than people on Earth. Maybe some of them could help us treat our home better, if we gave them the chance."

"I imagine they would want to help the planet that helps them," Thara chimes in. Her gaze bounces between them, holding Kara's for just a second before sliding away. After that, talk turns menial, and Kara can get away with stealing glances at Lena and pretending she doesn't feel Lena's gaze whenever she looks away.

The night ends with final reassurances that "your gazebo is lovely, Thara, absolutely lovely" and a slow walk back to Alura's house. Words bubble up in Kara's throat, vague and formless but needing to be said. In the end, she defaults to mirth.

"Ex-fiance?" she asks, nudging Lena's shoulder with her own.

Lena nudges her back. "It's technically true," she says, utterly unapologetic. "And if I had to hear another word about that damn gazebo, I was going to lose my mind."

Kara bursts out laughing.

"It was like sitting for tea with the board of the DAR, my god! What does it matter? Just turn the bench around so it faces the direction you want!"

Her laughter turning to cackle, Kara clutches Lena's arm. Before she knows it, their elbows are looped together, and Lena presses against her side, warm and soft. Lena's own chuckles fade.

"Sorry. I just didn't realize that kind of mundanity spans the galaxy."

"Yeah." Kara blinks, and gazes into the dark reaches of the sky. Abruptly, she notices that despite lack of clouds that night, no stars twinkle down at them. "That might have been me, you know."

"Hm?"

"Thara and I used to be the best of friends. If my parents hadn't sent me to Earth... I might have had the same life she does."

It's hard to imagine. Being safe. Comfortable. Among the same people she's known since birth. A guardian of peace, rather than an enforcer of justice. Unaware of anything that existed beyond Argo City. Unable to fathom that someone might wish another harm.

No CatCo. No DEO.

No Alex. No Mon-el.

No Lena.

Kara's heart lurches when she realizes she wouldn't trade. If she could choose life on Earth over life here on Argo with her mother and Thara--- she would choose Earth, and all the unexpected blessings and hardships that came with it.

"Do you ever wonder?" Kara asks softly. She turns her gaze from the starless sky to Lena's profile. "What might have been if you'd stayed with your mother?"

"My story is so different from yours, Kara. I don't even remember what my birth mother looked like, let alone what kind of person she might have been. Whatever that life could have held for me... it was over before it ever started."

The words rumble in Lena's throat, her voice low and honest. She shrugs. "My what ifs aren't about my adoption. Mine are... if my father had told me the truth about him and my mother, or if Superman hadn't ever come to Earth. If my brother hadn't changed so much. If I'd seen him spiralling, and reached out to him sooner."

Kara smiles, and hugs Lena's arm a little closer. "You'd still be the same person."

Their eyes meet in the dark. Suddenly, they feel very close indeed. The stars may not grace the sky above, but they still shimmer in Lena's eyes when she smiles.

"I think you would be too."

"Yeah?"

Lena hums. "You still wouldn't give a shit about that gazebo."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (fin)

[joannalannister]

aurembiaix submitted:

Hi! I promise I’m not a Jaime’s redemption apologist but still wonder: what’s his degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime? He obviously profits from it, he killed Aerys, pushed Bran, attacked Ned’s men, fought Robb… but the two main Lannister war-crimes, raiding the Riverlands and the Red Wedding, were rather Tywin’s responsibility. To me, Jaime seemed an action man, ready to carry any of Tywin’s (or ocasionally Cersei’s) ideas without a second thought, but not exactly a plotter. He seemed content with his life as Robert’s guard, could he have urged Cersei to kill him? What do you think?

I believe Jaime is content to be the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard for life, but I don’t think he was involved in Cersei’s plan to get Robert killed. (Maybe I’ve forgotten something in the text, though?) That being said, I think Jaime would have happily killed Robert without a second thought if he felt he had cause. Even Robert believed Jaime would have killed him, given cause, which is why he never hit Cersei on the face. 

Ned touched her cheek gently. “Has he done this before?”

“Once or twice.” She shied away from his hand. “Never on the face before. Jaime would have killed him, even if it meant his own life.“ 

What’s Jaime’s degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime?

What degree of implication do you assign to Erwin Rommel in the Nazi regime? 

… um … this post is gonna get wild. Assume this post contains mentions of everything you might expect as soon as I bring up Nazis (possibly extremely triggering), as well as some things you aren’t expecting. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Rommel was one of Hitler’s favorite generals, as well as a close personal friend. He “worshiped” Hitler. 

(Rommel once said, “I have loved the Führer, and I still do.” According to historian Maurice Remy, Hitler and Rommel had “a dream marriage” and they talked enthusiastically on the phone for at least an hour everyday for a while discussing the latest technological advancements, so if anyone was looking for an idea for some WWII RPF slash, maybe in the manner of The Producers, well, there you go. 

Rommel: “Marry me, Hitler. Stand up before the Reich and say it’s me you want.”  Hitler: "I would, if I dared. But the Fatherland—” Rommel: “You’re Germany’s Führer, and yet you won’t be mine.” Hitler: “I want you at my side, I want you in my bed, I want you inside me. Nothing has changed between us. Let me prove it to you.”  Don’t forget the pineapples.) 

ANYWAYS, Rommel was an extremely popular general who “did everything in his power to make his country strong again” (Thomas Vogel). Rommel had a reputation for being “a chivalrous, humane, and professional officer” who romanticized and “desired to simulate the knights of the past, who also led from the front” [x]. He profited quite a lot from being so close to Hitler, though allegedly Rommel had no political ambitions and instead preferred the life of a soldier. (Is this reminding you of anyone we know? Because I’m getting there.) Many people argue that Rommel didn’t have “strong racial views”. He supposedly didn’t employ excessive uses of force. Rommel didn’t commit any war crimes that I know of.* Many people praise him as “one of the great captains of history.”

But no matter how ~clever~ and ~chivalrous~ and ~respected~ Rommel was, he was still a fuckin’ Nazi** who wanted to conquer North Africa and the Middle East for Hitler. If Hitler had gained control over the Middle East, especially Palestine but other countries too, a lot more Jewish people and other people Hitler considered “undesirable” would have been murdered. 

(Gimme a time machine and a gun and a guarantee I won’t distroy the space-time continuum, and I’ll go punch Rommel and Hitler in the face before I shoot both of them.)

Rommel was still a fuckin’ Nazi, and Jaime is still a fuckin’ Lannister.

If you’re actively supporting a morally bankrupt regime, I don’t think it matters that you, personally, are not committing the war crimes. 

If you’re working on behalf of horrible people, even if you yourself are not doing The Evil Thing, you’re enabling those regime leaders to do The Evil Thing. 

Maybe Rommel didn’t personally believe in murdering Jewish people (debatable), but he still fought for Hitler. Rommel held off the Allies for a long time, which allowed Hitler to murder more people. So does it matter that Rommel didn’t author the Final Solution? Does it matter that Rommel wasn’t a rapist? Does any of that matter when the people you’re working for are committing evil acts, and you’re happy to work for them? 

Like, this is really important to me, it’s something I’m addressing in my Lannister fascism essay, that you don’t have to be the idea man or the top brass to be responsible for the Evil that is happening. In WWII, SS officers shot people, and then they would go home to their wives, who would have dinner cooked and who would smile and comfort them and sympathize with what a ~difficult~ day the SS officer had ~~”cleansing”~~ the world of “undesirables” and maybe they would set out a clean uniform for hubby because the one he’s wearing got blood splattered on it. It’s sick. 

Evil has a support system, and Evil has invisible labor (often done by women) that no one even thinks about. (Which is why, after WWII, a lot of people painted the women of Nazi Germany as innocent victims, instead of people who were actively contributing to Hitler’s Germany. There was only one Hitler, but there were millions of people who supported Hitler and worked very hard to keep him in power and carry out his ideas.) 

So sure, Jaime wasn’t the first man into the Riverlands, but he was happy to pick up the fight. Maybe Jaime doesn’t believe in Cersei’s dwarf genocide, but he’s happy to keep Tommen on the Throne and Cersei in power, which allows Cersei to commit her dwarf genocide. And sure, Tywin orchestrated the Red Wedding so he gets the blame for it, but … look at what Jaime’s doing in AFFC/ADWD … he’s still acting as Tywin’s enforcer to make sure that the outcome of the Red Wedding is put into place, that the Freys get Riverrun and the Riverlands come under Lannister rule and any opposition is eliminated. 

Sure, Jaime makes sure Riverrun falls bloodlessly. And some readers praise Jaime for this!! You know what else fell bloodlessly?? Austria, in 1938. 

The Lannister Regime commits Evil acts. 

It doesn’t particularly matter to me if The Evil Thing wasn’t Jaime’s idea, because Jaime actively chooses to do things that keep an Evil regime in power. 

(And like … if we’re setting the bar at “Don’t commit war crimes,” that bar is so low, it’s not even on the floor, it’s under the floor.) 

Although idk if I would argue that Jaime commits no war crimes. As you mention, Jaime murdered Ned’s men. Like, they’d effectively negotiated a peace between the two groups of combatants, and then Jaime ordered everyone but the enemy commander slaughtered. so idk, maybe not a war crime. Even if it’s not a war crime, it’s definitely a deplorable act committed on behalf of the Lannister regime to ~punish~ the Starks for arresting Tyrion. It reminds me of Joffrey punishing Sansa for Robb’s victories. Like father, like son.

And Jaime definitely played a major part in the Riverlands invasion:

“Your brother has been covering himself with glory,” his father said. “He smashed the Lords Vance and Piper at the Golden Tooth, and met the massed power of the Tullys under the walls of Riverrun. The lords of the Trident have been put to rout. Ser Edmure Tully was taken captive, with many of his knights and bannermen. Lord Blackwood led a few survivors back to Riverrun, where Jaime has them under siege. The rest fled to their own strongholds.”

Jaime didn’t have to participate in this unlawful invasion, but he chose to lead very significant battles. 

So, to answer your question, I consider Jaime’s degree of culpability to be very high. No, he did not orchestrate the Red Wedding, but he remains, even in ADWD, Tywin’s top field commander, working to keep the Lannisters in power on a Throne which they have no right to hold. Even if Jaime is "just following orders,” that doesn’t excuse him from the horrors House Lannister has committed. 

I wanna make sure everybody hears this from me: the things the Lannisters do are Evil. Tywin unquestionably commits war crimes like murdering babies. Cersei literally gives people to Dr. Mengele. Jaime subjugates whole kingdoms and puts them under Lannister rule. I scream at everyone that I love these characters, and I do, because these fictional constructs George has made are fascinating, but I want my thoughts on this on the record - the Lannisters commit evil acts. They’re bad people. I love them but they’re bad people. 

That doesn’t mean that I’ve written the Lannisters off. Tyrion is actively against the Lannister regime now. Maybe Jaime will turn against the Lannister regime in what I call “Operation Valkyrie”.*** idk.

But right now, Jaime is very much a fuckin’ Lannister who will do everything in his power to keep Tommen on the Throne and to keep the Lannister regime strong. 

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*While I’ve always been very interested in WWII, I’m not a military historian and I hope someone will correct me if any of my WWII facts above are incorrect.

**Some people like to split hairs over this but I’m not gonna do that; if they fought for Hitler, they were a fuckin’ Nazi. 

***Rommel was one of the people suspected in the 20 July Plot attempting to assassinate Hitler, and Hitler forced Rommel to commit suicide afterwards. But no, I don’t believe in the “Rommel myth” that Rommel was a great guy who was just a victim of the Third Reich. He was a fuckin’ Nazi!!!!! Like, what else needs to said, when someone’s a Nazi! They’re a Nazi!

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EDIT: I want to make it clear that I’m not making a 1:1 parallel between Lannisters and Nazis -- I’m trying to discuss degrees of culpability, which was central to the question being asked. Culpability isn’t something that’s easily quantifiable, so instead I chose to examine this issue relatively.