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[kingstoken]

Cover art for once upon a time in nazi-occupied france by yonderdarling

In honour of Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day I created this cover art for a great fic.

Moodboard without the title under the cut

[brick-van-dyke]

You save shit for arguments?? Get a life lmao who does that...

Basic sources still would take a while to read through unless you want a need abstract summary of all my points compiled into one.

I really find that hard to believe since, again, you think sources can just be read in five seconds as if they're half a page and you'd know. Sure I can skim, maybe find a few for you but really? Again? Online arguments don't educate, they just throw weight around and doing that regularly is... so crazy to me??

Anyway yeah, I don't really believe you. At the very least, it makes me wonder about bias in the university, which I guess isn't unheard of with the privatisation of them these days and if it's in certain places I know there is suppression of certain content but??

Look, I'm currently studying so sure I'll admit I'm not a PHD professor in everything we're talking about but the idea of "oh just show me the saved sources you have on this" is so crazy. I'm on my damn phone and just here to say maybe grouping all Jews as Zionists is bad, but hey since you and the person commenting agree on that point, what is there to correct? You both are polar ends of the "all Jews are Zionists" idea and agree. Congrats, you're both equally antisemetic.

dear jumblr: STOP LOOKING DOWN ON AND CONDESCENDING TO CONVERTS.

this includes saying “ofc converts don’t notice antisemitism.” or “they’re a convert, they don’t know any better.”

i really don’t think a lot of you realize how many converts don’t reveal they are converts because of this kind of behavior. my own patrilineal convert parent refuses to publicly, not because they are excluded, but because of the condescension. the way converts are basically patted on the head even if they have ancestry, are patrilineal, were raised in a jewish environment, etc. or have none of these at all.

if converts are equals to you, treat them that way. most gerim learned more during their process than many of us learn in hebrew school, let alone what most secular “born” jews learn throughout their lives. so yes, converts DO spot antisemitism. they DO know things. and there isn’t an excuse for them to be bigoted, to spread lies about our people, or to side with our enemies or to otherwise harm their community. just like there isn’t an excuse for any other jew to do so.

you are not being open minded or accepting thinking and talking this way. you are actually engaging in exclusion and separation. you’re looking down on converts instead of treating them like they have equal standing.

if a convert doesnt know something or does display bad behavior? call them in instead of making excuses for them. treat them like equals, because that is what they are.

[xclowniex]

I think that the current trope that is going around of "Jews steal food (recipes)" is absoltely bonkers.

Like don't get me wrong, food can be colonized. Like do y'all remember that viral recipe that went around last year where a white women called Oi Kimchi "spicy pickled cucumbers" and that she invented it when it was actually invented in Korea before her grandparents were even a thought?

That is an example of food colonization/stealing recipes.

What is not food colonization or stealing recipes is jews consuming food that is also eaten in palestine.

There are 3 foods which I hear this about the most. Falafel, Shashuka and Donar Kebabs. The thing is, none of those dishes are uniquely Palestinian.

Most theories place Falafel as originating in Egypt. Donor Kebabs comes from Bursa (modern day city in Turkye) under Ottoman rule Shashuka comes from Tusnia.

None of those countries are Palestine.

Below are two less common foods that Israeli chefs get accused of stealing recipes from Palestine for making or using.

Hummus - First recorded in Syria Sumac - Native to Iran but used in the middle east and northern africa.

If other arab countries can cook food and use ingrediants from other arab countries, why are Israeli's and Jews not allowed to?

Southern Levant was occupied by Jewish nations from 1047 BC until 587 BC. No one singular Jewish nation occipied the whole of Southern Levant for the entirety of that as at one point there were multiple Jewish nations in Southern Levant. However for that time period, either one or more Jewish nations occupied the land. Do you expect that jews never used the native flora and fauna in their cooking?

Another thing is that arab jews exist. They have brought their cusine to Israel as well. Are Iranian Jews who are ethnically Iranian from Iran stealing recipes from Iran?

If Palestinians can lay claim to those foods being Palestinian cusine instead of the countries of their respective origins, why can't Israel?

The matter of the fact is, by anti-zionists defitions of stealing food/recipes, most arab countries have stolen food from other countries. Most countries across the globe have done that.

The idea that Israel is the only country in the middle east which steals food and recipes, is antisemetic. Either all countries in Levant can lay claim to recipes orignates in the Levant region, or only the countries where food originated from can lay claim. There cannot be an execption for only jews.

Claiming that jews cannot make certain food was a tactic used in our oppression. Thats how bagels exist. In Poland, for a period of time jews were not allowed to bake raw bread as it was seen as appropriating Christianity and Jews baking bread was unholy. Bagels were boiled first and then baked to get around that.

It is bonkers that we are starting to see old antisemetic tactics starting to resurface and become popularized

Ps: If you want to make a recipe that originated in Palestine, I reccomend Musakhan as it is very delicious. Recipe from a Palestinian cook here

[dailysabinasmuts]

Aria is quite nonplussed as she watches you plow Janet against the mirror. Do you really have to be doing that in here, she just wants to piss in peace! But Janet's squeals of pleasure continue to distract Aria as she tries to relax enough to pee in the sink. Aria would prefer to use a toilet, but all of the stalls are occipied by rutting couples who prefer a little privacy. So now poor Aria has to squat over a sink as Janet is getting fucked almost inches away from her.

Janet for her part moans and grabs at Aria for support as her hole is violated by your cock. But her frantic scrabble for comfort causes Aria to topple over with a squawk of protest,her legs flailing. Janet looks over in surprised only to get greeted by a spray of stinking piss from Aria. Who groans as her bladder finally.voids itself all over a sputtering Janet. The sight of which excites you to such a degree you pull out of Janet and add a layer of cum to the mess soaking her hair. Awards shows are always a fun time to fuck! 🤭

[justyoureader]

GENSHIN IMPACT X MALE! OC

AGHHHHH I'M SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR SO LONG NOW oh right pls leave comments/asks.. I'm so lonely man.. I accept requests btw.. (Nsfw allowed)

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    After their spar, Tartaglia is absolutely wasted! He already use both his vision and delusion yet he still can't win against Lux! And Lux didn't even use any element or break a sweat. "This is not fair. You held back against me, teach. We should've gone to a fair spar." Tartaglia pouted.

      "If I fight you seriously, you will just be a dead meat, ajax." He shook his head. "C'mon! Just once more with your vision, plus a spar is not complete with no blood am I right?" Tartaglia said with his charming grin, raising from the floor while panting lightly.

      ".. Fine, but I'm not healing you when you got hurt." Lux relented, getting into a fighting stance and caressing his hair back. A soft glow emits out of the palm of his other hand as an almost unnoticeable smirk appears on his face. Tartaglia shivered at Lux's expression, like glancing at a prey, though excitement ran through his veins and his expression is giddy.

      Tartaglia starts first, taking both his sword out and infused it with his hydro vision before charging forward with one further front than the other. Seeing that, Lux spawned his spear and infused it with his 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 it glows bright and highlighted his fetaures.

      Their blades crashed against another—

      loud '𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘎' filled the room.

      Tartaglia grunted and falled back before flipping and landing on his feet. Blood leaked from his lips which he subconsciously wiped. "Ah.. Fuck. Your move didn't leave me for any opening teach. You're so flawless.." He said with awe as he dashed back at Lux again.

      Tartaglia's eyes darted for any opening, swinging his blade towards Lux's waist- finally it grazed his skin a little. Hydro grazed Lux's skin, the feeling itself is wet and sharp at the same time. The ravenette grinned in approval. "Good job. But you should really pay attention to your own stance." He commented before using the dull part of his pole arm to hit Tartaglia's neck which resulted of an 'Ack—' from the ginger before he fell With a loud 'thud!'

      "Ouch.. That might've broke something." Tartaglia said with a grin, Lux deadpanned at the dismissive reaction. "Get back up, don't say you want to surrender now?" Lux said while staring down at him, his gaze stern and cold.

      "Don't think I'll give up just luke that teach. Don't say you think of me 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 lowly?" Tartaglia retorted, standing up again and get into his stance, his blades to his side. At Tartaglia's determination, Lux smirked and charged forward, blade to blade clashing together.

       Wet sounds occipied the room from Tartaglia's hydro power and the ginger finds himself exhausted and exhilarated, it's been a while since he used up all his stamina like this.

      The ginger panted, but despite his exhaustion, he still dare to taunt his teacher. "Is that all you've got on you teach? Gettin' old now?" He said with a smug grin as if he wasn't the one who's clutching to his wounds.

      "Am I now? Maybe you need to get a closer look, Ajax." Lux entertained charging right at Tartaglia with his spear pointed at him, and before Tartaglia can react- a loud BANG! Interrupted his response.

      Tartaglia felt himself being pushed to the side and suddenly the end of Lux's spear is a familiar indigo haired male. "Eh—" he quickly lets out, but fortunately the end of the spear stabbed the male's shirt instead of his chest.

      Before he knew it, Lux was basically pinning Scaramouche to the wall. ".. Huh- be careful with that spear!- ugh careless idiot.you don't want it to pierce something else would you?" Said indigo haired male grumbled before realising their position, looking away with a scowl as well as a soft blush decorating his pale cheek.

      "Right. Sorry mouche." Lux apologize sheepishly, retreating his spear and placing it at the floor. "Did it touch you? I can fix it if it did hurt you." He fussed while he can see Tartaglia frowning at the corner of his eyes.

      "I'm fine—" a loud voice cuts him off, "Teacher! I think you broke my legs." Tartaglia complained.

       Lux's attention immediately went to Tartaglia, kneeling down. "Did I? Fuck. My bad, I thought I held back enough." He murmured, at the attention, Tartaglia diverted a smug smirk at Scaramouche. Said smirk causes the other to scowl with irritation.

       "I can't feel my legs teach, c'mon and heal me." He complaints with a pout, his gaze darting from Lux's concerned gaze and Scaramouche irritation filled one. "I told you if you got hurt I wouldn't heal you." Lux sighed, pinching his cheek scoldingly.

      "Well, well, well. The 11th fatui harbinger is that 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 huh? What do I expect from such a mortal like you." scaramouche mocked, putting on a mocking pose. The ginger scowled at the snarky remark while Lux, used to the behavior just deadpaned at him. "I'm not weak, teacher is just stronger than me. And I bet even I can easily beat you too."

      "You wanna bet, filthy worm?" Scaramouche replied with a low sneer, electro particles flowing through his hand. They were about to charge at each other until they saw Lux gone of their sight, dragged out by signora.

      "Damn it." They both murmured at the same time before awkwardly exitting. (Tartaglia is limping to the infirmary)

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       "Signora? Where are you taking me?" Lux asked calmly even if he's quite literally getting dragged by his feet, his body dragged on the cold floor. Not that he minded much.

      "I'll be going to monstadt soon, and I figured since you're sooo bored. Keep an eye on the city." Signora replied. "Can't wait to stranggle that jerk of an archon." She said with a harsh smirk.

      "You're still holding a grudge over him?" Lux hummed, grunting when his head hits a pole. "Ouch. Watch where you're going." Signora huffed, dragging him into it again on purpose. "It's his fault that- that he died. Barbatos should've done something. He could've done something."

      "Right.. He was a wonderful person." Lux sympathies, his face solemn over the fact over signora's lost. "He's my everything, Lux. And because of an archon's pathetic mistake. He's gone." She gritted her teeth, out of frustration, fire slightly seeps out of her hand to Lux's legs. And Lux let her. It's not like he'll die.

      "Mhm. You want me to accompany you to monstadt?" Lux directed the topic to another one. "Yes. I heard there's another descender landing on monstadt, so the tsaritsa ought you to keep an eye on him." Signora explained with a gruff.

      "'Lright then, description of the person?" Lux hummed, watching as signora took them to her room. "Blonde, long hair tied to a braide. White and chocolate-ish clothes. Down right looks like a twink."

      "What a particular description you got there... Ehem. And why am I being draged to your room?" He muttered the last line albeit a bit nervous. The last time he was dragged here, signora asked for a very specific favour.. "Well from your face.. I think you know what I'd do."

      Signora dragged him and forcibly placed him in front of the mirror, Lux let her do so, already sighing in his unmistakable defeat. "You know you're not going anywhere looking like that, Luxy." Lux can see her devious smirk from the mirror which made him sulk.

      "I look fabulous, I don't know what you mean." He looked away with a pout. "Nonesense. You never dress up properly since you're always with lady tsaritsa." It's common knowledge that Lux is basically the closest to tsaritsa.  "And you look like a mess after the spar with Childe." She scoffed.

      "So? I still look fine don't I?" Lux said leaning his head back and hanging his head upside down from the chair so he face signora. "You can still look better." Signora scolded, lifting Lux's head up back so he's back to facing the mirror. "How cold, fair lady." He hummed, his face remained as usual though.

      "Your hair literally looks like a bush, and what's that bruise on your cheek? Don't be lazy and actually heal that." Signora scolded, poking the bruise which resulted in Lux rolling his eyes. "Well people would think I'm a 'badass' for that right? Is that the right slang?" He murmured the last part, trialling off and was about to mumble some more until signora harshly smacked him.

      "My point is after you rudely interrupted me, is that I'll give you a make over now." Signora said, leaving no room for negotiation. She then grabbed a tape and stuck it into Lux's mouth to prevent him from complaining as she did her work. The room completely silent with the exception of Lux's mumbling and signora's handiwork.

      RIPP

      "At least you look decent now." Signora said after ripping the tape from Lux's mouth. "Fucking.. At least leave the bows away." He grumbled, at least signora have the mercy to actually comply to his request.

      "Thank archons you actually have a dust of mercy." He mumbled before getting interrupted by a harsh slap along his head and neck, signora's nail grazing his scalp making the male wince.

      "You don't need to be so ruthless. What is this? a bad mood?" Lux frowned, signora's behavioe is unusual. He knows her emotions are sometimes unruly, but this one is different— it's full of pent up rage that she subconsciously lashed out onto him. "I'm not ruthless." She murmured, avoiding Lux's absorvant gaze, knowing that she too would not be able to deceive Lux. Especially not when his full attention is diverted into her.

      So the next best solution to avoid talking about her problem is clearly to steer the topic away from it entirely. "Don't indulge your curiosity on other people. You're being nosy. Instead why don't you use your pretty little feet to pay close attention to the traveler and give us some intel?" She spoke coldly, maintaining an unmoving expression from her face. Even if Lux tried to convince himself to believe it— he can't. It's too obvious something is wrong yet he can't quite place a hand on what it is. As a curious being, he wanted to confront her about it straight away, but clearly that's not respecting her rights for privacy.

      Signora took a deep breath before softening her tone, realising she might've sounded too harsh then normal. Bringing up her signature arrogant yet fond look, "So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and stalk— I mean observe the traveler for us. And..stay safe I guess."

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Illustration for how Lux looked! It's drawn by me so I apologize if it's messy.. Guide for the fics are #genshin impact x oc

[rebelscaped]

food truck alley, midday, current time (no specific date) / @anchoragestarters

The remainding few pieces of xiaolongbao he'd ordered had been sat neglected on the bench table long enough that it had started to go cold, the soup having seeped out of one and into the polystyrene tray that held them. Although Kael had never been known for his appetite, it was not because he was not hungry that his lunch had gone ignored but rather that he was much too focused on other things; in particular, inspiration had hit and the most inconvenient moment and he was now stuck scrawling away on a pieces of scrap paper he'd found in his bag. The one he was on right now had been a flyer for something at some point, he hadn't bothered to flip over to check. Songwriting wasn't something with which Kael troubled himself quite as often these days; since he'd joined the band, those duties had fallen into hands besides his own. He harbored no ambitions of going solo but it felt nice to cling to old passions. Besides, the lyrics he penned were often personal and more occasionally, they were too vulnerable to be seen by anybody but Kael. He was fine with this. He might have even considered it a cheaper alternative to therapy. (Or was it more like keeping a diary?)

Of course it came as a shock, then, that a strong gust of wind came in just at that moment and whisked the papers right from under his pen. All Kael could muster as a response was a quiet grunt of surprise. The wind had calmed as quickly as it had picked up, as was the way of Anchorage's unpredictable weather. (He supposed he ought to have been used to that, given how much time he'd spent in London.) Most of the paper had gathered at the legs of another bench. Another occipied bench. Mostly under the bench. "Oh, fuck me sideways," he hissed under his breath, as he pulled himself to his feet and marched over, the gravel crunching noisily under the weight of his heavy New Rocks.

"Ey, if you don't mind moving for a bit, I need under here," said Kael, brusquely. Usually, he'd more polite than this. He wasn't a naturally rude person, but in times as frantic as these, he had a way of forgetting to filter himself. His gaze dropped to the bench table and his eyes widened as he finally noticed that a few sheets had landed squarely in this person's food. (He was so not reimbursing them for this.) Slowly but surely, eye contact was made. "Don't touch that."

[tar-thelien]

Thank you for the tag @lordgrimwing

I haven´t written in about half a year XD, I got like four current WIPs tho I guess, my kidnap fam one, the one with Erestor, the one with Nerdnel and Elrond, and the angsty one with Maglor in the third age - I should begin again...

The WIP that currently makes the most sense is the one with Nerdanel and Elrond, Caranthir and Arafinwe is there too as guest stars, so here is the start of it;

Grimwing´s is here

Tagging everyone who wants too!!

Standing outside the art study, Elrond looked nervously around the garden it was in. Lifelike statues were standing around, hidden in bushes and behind trees, as well as below bridges, looking as if they had been placed randomly, yet that only made them look more like moving people. When caught only in a glimpse of the eye Elrond could have sworn he had seen two of them move. Their painted red hair of stone moving around the tree they were hidden behind.

When having interred the big garden of the manor Elrond had almost walked into one of the statues and yelped out loud as he came face to face with Makalaure, only his black shinning hair had faded as had the color of his skin and clothes, making way for the marmor beneath, and small cracks could be found in him.

“Are you sure you want to talk to her?” Arafinwe asked, noticing his hesitation.

Looking up at the older elf quickly Elrond nodded harshly.

“Yes! Of course. It´s what I wanted,” he murmured, “it´s what she owes me. As well as what I owe her,” he added as an after thought.

“What she owes you?” Arafinwe answered with a lifted eyebrow as he quietly chuckled at the Peredhel´s glare shot at him, “what she owes you.”

Nodding one finally nod, Elrond takes a step towards the door and slowly pushes it open at Arafinwe´s instructions before being met with a wall of heavy dark red fabricks in his face, of which has been pushed at him by the wind.

“I did forget to tell you, she tends to have curtains covering both her windows and doors when having a certain visitor.”

“Sounds like she is planning a murder,” Elrond murmured as he pushed his way through the fabric and the dust particles coming out into the open while facing the high king of Valinor.

Open having escaped the heavy curtains he turned around and was hit with even more dust particles, as well as the sound of clinging, like a hammer hitting rock, but a surprising amount of light too, coming from a ceiling window as well as some of the big windows on one of the walls being left wide open.

All over where there standing status. Some of them illustrateing objects, some people, other animals, all in various states. Some already looked done, although they didn´t have the same glint of light in the eye he had seen of some of the status in the manor, or garden, others still just a block of cold stone.

More curtains were heading down from the painted ceiling working as fine walls.

“This way,” Arafinwe said as he showed Elrond through the maze of sculptures and rocks, as well as carelessly placed tools and even some books.

Behind one of the curtain walls, where the sound was louder, a woman could be seen carving into a piece of stone standing on a wooding table, small pieces of stones and dust falling from it. Her long red curly hair had been pulled up in a bun at the back of her hear slowly falling from itself, letting smaller strands of the hair wind around her white loose lased tunic and dark brown loose pants.

In the closest corner, another elf could be seen, with shiny dark straight hair hiding most of the person's face. Some heavy fabrics and wine purple and black occipied the form leaving Elrond to wonder how much the elf was overheating. A pair of hands, now still standing at their presence, had been busy embroidering a red undershirt, where the only thing that could be seen of the person´s skin.

“Heri Nerdanel,” Arafinwe said cheerfully, opening his arm up but now walking close to the green eyed glowing woman who had turned to look at them with surprise.

“I thought you were the servants bringing the tea.” she answered with a lifted eyebrow, clearly not happy about being interrupted in her work.

“I would like you to meet my friend,” Arafinwe continued, unbothered by the cold look he received, “Elrond. He knew your oldest as you might know.”

Frowning the woman shot a quick glance to the other elf who had now returned to embroidering, although stiffly as if listening intensely, “yes. I have been told,” with that she turned back to them, lifting her hammer over her head, “and if you raise one word against any of my sen´s I shall throw stones at thy heads!”

“Herinya-” Elrond began, with surprise straining his otherwise smooth voice with a crack, but was interrupted by the sound of another door than the one they had entered, opening, and a moment later one of the servants of the place stood before them bowing quickly before speaking: “Herinya, it is ready, and standing in the pavilion.”

“That! Would be our tea.” she said with a cold glare, “Onya, do you still want tea, and would it bother you if… our guests… joined us? To talk about whatever they deem so important I guess, I can tell them to come back later and talk with me alone if this is too much at the moment.”

Both Arafinwe and Elrond turned their heads towards the elf in the corner, Elrond with surprise, Arafinwe with a small smile as the figure nodded, making the vail of hair rustle and showing a half bun at the back of the neck which was keeping a surprising amount of hair actively away from the already covered face.

“Thank you Moryo, we won't be long. We came with happy news but wanted to deliver them ourselves so as not to obtain a lot of unnecessary attention.”

Huffing the elf stood up quickly and went to his mother's side taking her outstretched hand and his as he pressed himself up to her glowering at them with cold mithril eyes. So much as Maedhros that Elrond shuddered.

´Moryo´ Elrond thought, ´that must be short for Morifinwe, which would mean he had now seen the fourth son of Feanor and was on the way to meet him. Caranthir the dark.´

Studying the scowling face Elrond thought it was a more fitting name than he had ever thought. The stern brows and drown back mouth, made him look as if he was snarling, mashed with the sharp hooded upturned eyes and red birthmark spreading across the left side of his face as well as his left ear that looked as if it was dipped in heavy big golden earrings a copy of the right, except from the mark.

Both seemed to have shunned the Noldorin braids for some reason, although Nerdanel made sense for what she had been doing, it was hard to find out why Caranthir didn´t wear them as Maglor and Erestor had always spoken of him as an elf of traditions.

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“Have all your brothers returned yet?” Arafinwe asked as they sat down at the elaborate table sat up in the pavilion outside of the art study.

“... No.” Caranstir answered after having grabbed for a biscuit which he had slowly taken a bite out of before answering slowly and hard.

“Turca has joined Orome´s hunt again, although he seems to live more in solidarity now than before, and at times the Ambarussa joins him,” Nerdanell shot in carelessly, “Nelyo is on his way, and with him surly will both Finno come and Kana, wherever he has been hiding.”

“Ahr…” Aranfiwne said with a slight frown and stole a glimpse at Elrond who gave him a pointed look, “yes, of course.”

“Herinya, you might want to know that both Maedhro- Maitimo and Makalaure were like- they raised me and my brother, and I love them dearly, and so did my brother, and it was a great pain to me when Maitimo decided to leave for Mandos. Know he needed the peace-” Elrond started to say but held a pause to draw breath from the dramatic lift of the lady's red brow lifting.

“After Maitimo, left, Makalaure, drowned in his own despair and left to wander the shores of what land was left.” strolling off he looked at Carnistir who had snorted as he had mentioned Kanafinwe´s despair, “-after many years of misery for him I did find him at the shores.”

Silently the two elvers before Elrond and the youngest son of Finwe stared at them emotionless.

“Then has he entered Mandos now?” Nerdanel asked coldly, with a slight shake hidden under her stiff shoulders.

“No,” Elrond muttered looking down at the cup of tea, yet to be drunken of he hadn´t noticed had been placed before him, “I fear that if he entered he shall never return and that it will not bring the healing he needs… and I am selfish when it comes to my fathers.”

“So where is my Hanno,” Canristir hissed, “does he resent my choice so much?”

“Your choice-?” Elrond halted.

“No! Of course not Moryo! Kanafinwe is merely not feeling well at the moment. He is a bit tired from the travel over Ulmo´s realm, he has already apologized to your Hina I have let myself be told,” Arafinwe quickly cut in but was only answered with a grunt from Carnistir, “told? He might as well have spread a rumor!”

“I tell you, he has not the mind to do that now,” Arafinwe sharply replied, “and your son has returned with him, and I have been told, from him, that he wishes to know if you wish to visit him, or if you will rather he visit you?”

“Son?” Elrond said with a confused look but was otherwise ignored.

“Where does he live?” Nerdanel asked, “my doors are always open for him, for long have I waited to meet him from all the stories I have been told of my second Indyo, and I have heard Tyelpe speak of him as if he were two! I heard he was the High King´s Herald for a time.”

Happily, she looked at Canristir who looked confused back at her.

“Ah,” Arafinwe said with a little chuckle, “that was-”

“That was me.” Elrond said.

With a frown and a confused smile, Nerdanel leaned closer, “no…? Are your parents not Earendil and Elwing, and my sons merely your caregivers for a few years? The situation must have been hard on you and your brother?”

“I see them as my fathers just as much as Earendil,” Elrond replayed, now too with a frown, had the lady not known that? “If a bit different.”

“Makalaure later went as far as to adopt Elrond and his brother, and Maedhros, of course, had no choice but to follow, though I do not think he minded much. Although it seems not many know or accept it. I had wondered why you had not come running but it seems no one did tell you, Verresse.”

“... I did not know,” Nerdanel said with a surprised look on her face slowly turning into a wide smile. Beside her, Caranstir looked empty at them with an open mouth, as if he had been ready to say something, “then you too are welcome here!” Nerdanel exclaimed happily grabbing for Elrond´s hands over the table, showing pastries and small biscuits out of her way, “whenever you want!”

“Thank you Herinya, you are-” Elrond started surprised at the sudden change of mood of the lady in front of him.

“Call me Haruni,” she said with a soft smile, making her eyes wrinkle upwards.

“Yes, of course, Haruni,” Elrond said with badly hidden surprise and wonder, “I am honored.”

Smiling Nerdanel shook his hands, “you are family. Now! Do you have any ideas where your Rendole can be found?”

“No.” Elrond said after a moment of hesitation and flinched as Carnistir made to stand up but was grabbed by his mother and guided down to sit again.

“Amil!” he hissed in a low voice. “His name would be Carnisen Moriattefinwe?” Nerdanel informed.

“No, I´m sorry Heriny- Haruni, although I would love too to meet… my… Rendo…”

[azlovesem]

Thanks. Ill spply thst now. Pour in ytoops invade Rusdia proper. Move around move sll troops off base and into field. Russisn u its allieddwith us pour actoss the bitder we ll open up three fronts. All gireign legions cyoss the border whetever you can. Theyre dituation is rire on all fronts. My kill xone tactic wotked. Its not sbout nimbers this is your land thats why they cant find footing. Most of them eiyll surrender or tun. Go gir throatnof their deadliest units. Hrlp eoll come in ftom sll sides. Send 10 000 troops to ite in all ftonts attacki g we can break through then durround huge numbers if them snd tske massive pridoners. Take sll vivilisns you can ftom occipied rwgion as wrll back to Ukrsine. Kifnsp them drag thrm dhoot them n the leg if uou have to. We fo thst in the next yhree weeks we ll end this war and gorce them from crimea. Crimea is to be attacked day and night gor the next week suicide missions eork. Sometimes you get a footbold you hold out long enough uiu can open a fpurth front yjst can be re suppoled. Massive attacks to iute girget numbers we apply oressure now mean pressure compou fing favtors will hve us yotsl victory like we said all along. Move in new foreign ranos yo back line positions. Dnipers ddime units f16s and tanks everyhere. Everything else pour into kursk. Thror troops are shit. We re killing karge nimbers with few casuslyies. We walked right in theres no kne here st first. That dhows rusdias finished . Attack!!!! All fronts ATTACK kill them alllllllll!!!!!! Wipe them lut dosre none. Get off our land snd well leave yiurs or we ll take it forever!!!!! Use yiur nukesnif yiu dare thrn we sll attack you!!! And end this warnid love to. Sll fronts advance send yhrm tunnknv we havw mome tum end this war kne month!!!!

“People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.”

— Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

[us-military-unofficial]

so.

the widely publicized LH attack that killed Israeli civilians was launched into Israel-occipied Syria

which begs the question. why in the fuck are there children's football fields being run by Israel in occupied Syria?

unless, of course, the denials of Israel's imperialist expantion ambitions are false. and Israel is colonizing syria.

like it's colonized Palestine

like the army and government announce their intention to occupy Lebanon

like they occupied egypt

like they totally earnestly promise they won't occupy and annex any of the other neighbors that the army and government are constantly aggravating against

recreational facilities for Israeli children. in occupied Syria

[an-emo-trashbag]

even tumblrs own twitter account is aiding the mission of scaring away the absolute normie FREAKS

there are multiple replies with similar sentiments to this one

[twotrucksinstrumental]

its her again. shes just .. little cat . meow

[clamcollector]

bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

[auntfinny]

been a bit absent here bc im just so occipied but i wanna do some owl designs!! please suggest to me what characters i should design! i have done soren, eglantine and kludd.

i will not be doing these super quick but youll see them pop up eventually

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So I mentioned I made some of the Glee kids into toddlers in the Sims 3

I made Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Kurt, Santana, Blaine and Brittany, and Mr. Schue as their caregiver. Here’s some pics from my gameplay:

The toddlers crawling in line. In order: Finn, Santana, Quinn, Kurt

Mr. Schue is holding Brittany outside

Rachel occipied the xylophone all the time. She never got away from it. Never. No other kid could have it. Blaine got a little mad, because he also wanted to have it.

Here’s Brittana playing peek a boo in a playpen. I couldn’t get a pic of their faces because they stopped doing it before I had the chance.

Mr Schue noticed Blaine just crawling around and decided to put him and Kurt in walking chairs. That way they can learn to walk without him having to do anything

A pic of Quinn playing by herself by the blocks.

Also Finn, who never left the dollhouse

Lastly we have Mr. Schue who is just here because the toddlers aren’t allowed to live alone.

He just sits here and looks creepy as usual.

If you want me to show some more screenshots reblog and I might

Part 2

[mieczlw-a]

@cxrsedlife​    (   ‘      😰     ‘    )

it’s  too  quiet ,   and  when  it’s  this  quiet  stiles  feels  a  little  uneasy  ;   wondering  just  what  it  is  that  seth  had  occipied  himself  with.   he  knows  what  seth  is  and  he  knows  what  it  is  that  he  does  but  the  shifter  had  also  always  been  kind  enough  to  never  let  him  see  it   (   but  that  could  easily  be  changed   )  

walking  through  the  house  he  steps  into  a  room  and  what  he’s  met  with  is  nothing  like  what  he  was  expecting.  thankfully  there  was  no  blood ,  no  chopped  up  or  knawed  on  bodies ,  just  the  shifter  with  his  hand  busy  working  himself  to  an  orgasm.   

brows  lift ,  arms  fold  and  stiles  clears  his  throat  to  gain  the  other  man’s  attention.  his  head  tips  to  one  side ,  curiously.   “   so ,  i’m  not  good  enough  to  help  you  out  any  more ,  is  that  what  you’re  saying   ?   “   a  small  tease  albeit  a  little  worry  in  those  words  too.

[tar-thelien]

Patha; Nyarstel

Summary:

Elrond wants to talk with his grandmother about both of his two adoptive fathers, if he even thinks of them as that, and Arafinwe doesn't mind being the message, especially when he´s told of a joyful secret Elrond is preparing to share with Heri Nerdanel.

Patha = Talk/Speech: Quenya; Pakat would be the way to use it when saying talk Nyar- = To relate, recite/tell, talk: Quenya; sat before/at the front of a word Semla = Fixed idea/Will: Quenya; Stel would mean firm, so as to have a firm will - Sel is to intend or mean

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Standing outside the art study, Elrond looked nervously around the garden it was in. Lifelike statues were standing around, hidden in bushes and behind trees, as well as below bridges, looking as if they had been placed randomly, yet that only made them look more like moving people. When caught only in a glimpse of the eye Elrond could have sworn he had seen two of them move. Their painted red hair of stone moving around the tree they were hidden behind.

When having interred the big garden of the manor Elrond had almost walked into one of the statues and yelped out loud as he came face to face with Makalaure, only his black shinning hair had faded as had the color of his skin and clothes, making way for the marmor beneath, and small cracks could be found in him.

“Are you sure you want to talk to her?” Arafinwe asked, noticing his hesitation.

Looking up at the older elf quickly Elrond nodded harshly.

“Yes! Of course. It´s what I wanted,” he murmured, “it´s what she owes me. As well as what I owe her,” he added as an after thought.

“What she owes you?” Arafinwe answered with a lifted eyebrow as he quietly chuckled at the Peredhel´s glare shot at him, “what she owes you.”

Nodding one finally nod, Elrond takes a step towards the door and slowly pushes it open at Arafinwe´s instructions before being met with a wall of heavy dark red fabricks in his face, of which has been pushed at him by the wind.

“I did forget to tell you, she tends to have curtains covering both her windows and doors when having a certain visitor.”

“Sounds like she is planning a murder,” Elrond murmured as he pushed his way through the fabric and the dust particles coming out into the open while facing the high king of Valinor.

Open having escaped the heavy curtains he turned around and was hit with even more dust particles, as well as the sound of clinging, like a hammer hitting rock, but a surprising amount of light too, coming from a ceiling window as well as some of the big windows on one of the walls being left wide open.

All over where there standing status. Some of them illustrateing objects, some people, other animals, all in various states. Some already looked done, although they didn´t have the same glint of light in the eye he had seen of some of the status in the manor, or garden, others still just a block of cold stone.

More curtains were heading down from the painted ceiling working as fine walls.

“This way,” Arafinwe said as he showed Elrond through the maze of sculptures and rocks, as well as carelessly placed tools and even some books.

Behind one of the curtain walls, where the sound was louder, a woman could be seen carving into a piece of stone standing on a wooding table, small pieces of stones and dust falling from it. Her long red curly hair had been pulled up in a bun at the back of her hear slowly falling from itself, letting smaller strands of the hair wind around her white loose lased tunic and dark brown loose pants.

In the closest corner, another elf could be seen, with shiny dark straight hair hiding most of the person's face. Some heavy fabrics and wine purple and black occipied the form leaving Elrond to wonder how much the elf was overheating. A pair of hands, now still standing at their presence, had been busy embroidering a red undershirt, where the only thing that could be seen of the person´s skin.

“Heri Nerdanel,” Arafinwe said cheerfully, opening his arm up but now walking close to the green eyed glowing woman who had turned to look at them with surprise.

“I thought you were the servants bringing the tea.” she answered with a lifted eyebrow, clearly not happy about being interrupted in her work.

“I would like you to meet my friend,” Arafinwe continued, unbothered by the cold look he received, “Elrond. He knew your oldest as you might know.”

Frowning the woman shot a quick glance to the other elf who had now returned to embroidering, although stiffly as if listening intensely, “yes. I have been told,” with that she turned back to them, lifting her hammer over her head, “and if you raise one word against any of my sen´s I shall throw stones at thy heads!”

“Herinya-” Elrond began, with surprise straining his otherwise smooth voice with a crack, but was interrupted by the sound of another door than the one they had entered, opening, and a moment later one of the servants of the place stood before them bowing quickly before speaking: “Herinya, it is ready, and standing in the pavilion.”

“That! Would be our tea.” she said with a cold glare, “Onya, do you still want tea, and would it bother you if… our guests… joined us? To talk about whatever they deem so important I guess, I can tell them to come back later and talk with me alone if this is too much at the moment.”

Both Arafinwe and Elrond turned their heads towards the elf in the corner, Elrond with surprise, Arafinwe with a small smile as the figure nodded, making the vail of hair rustle and showing a half bun at the back of the neck which was keeping a surprising amount of hair actively away from the already covered face.

“Thank you Moryo, we won't be long. We came with happy news but wanted to deliver them ourselves so as not to obtain a lot of unnecessary attention.”

Huffing the elf stood up quickly and went to his mother's side taking her outstretched hand and his as he pressed himself up to her glowering at them with cold mithril eyes. So much as Maedhros that Elrond shuddered.

´Moryo´ Elrond thought, ´that must be short for Morifinwe, which would mean he had now seen the fourth son of Feanor and was on the way to meet him. Caranthir the dark.´

Studying the scowling face Elrond thought it was a more fitting name than he had ever thought. The stern brows and drown back mouth, made him look as if he was snarling, mashed with the sharp hooded upturned eyes and red birthmark spreading across the left side of his face as well as his left ear that looked as if it was dipped in heavy big golden earrings a copy of the right, except from the mark.

Both seemed to have shunned the noldorin braids for some reason, although Nerdanel made sense for what she had been doing, it was hard to find out why Caranthir didn´t wear them as Maglor and Erestor had always spoken of him as an elf of traditions.

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Chapter two will be THE talk - and I don´t plan on writing a chapter three which is why I sat it at 2 Heri = Lady: Quenya; not a daughter of a ruler just a nobble woman -nya = My: Quenya; sat after/at the back of a word Sen = Children: Quenya Onya = My child: Quenya

Caranthir and Elrond, the autistic gang - also I like to think of Arafinwe and Caranthir as old friends, but in the way, Arafinwe didn´t mind babysitting and Moryo was the autistic kid that wanted somewhere quiet and calm to be, but still familiar, and then they just kept on talking even when Feanor got more beef than already bc of Melkor - if anyone are wondering why I mentioned Erestor it´s because I think of him as Caranthirs son, but don´t think Elrond ever got told that, although Erestor probably thinks he knows it.