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lesya-writes · 1 year
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Seeking Saviors ch.11 excerpt
Once the rains started, they did not let up for days. There had been a moment or two where they seemed ready to end the torrents, but the clouds would roil and rumble again and again wash over them all. Everything had turned grey and one could not hope to stay dry if moved even an inch from a warm fire. It had even been warming nicely recently, but the rains were cold and had everyone rushing to don their winter clothes which had been so readily discarded. The serving girls, which Merlin had grown so used to seeing rushing about everywhere, even in the winter, seemed too gloomy to do anything but trudge along the halls. Their lords and ladies seemed no better. The mood in the castle had been brought low, to say the least.
The heavens seemed determined to drown them all in their sorrows.
So, why it is that they are currently out in the middle of such sorrows is indeed a valid question!
Merlin pulled the hood of his cloak tighter, shivering underneath it. The thing was so wet now it seemed entirely pointless to even wear it, but the thought of taking it off seemed even more unappealing. He sent another glare ahead, hoping to burn the clown prince’s hair off; they could use a fire and it looked like such fine kindling at the moment.
Arthur’s response when Merlin had asked that very valid question was, “Hunting.”
Which was preposterous. Surely they had enough to last through this petty storm? They’ve lived through the winter (with magical maladies to boot!), after all.
When he made his objection, Arthur had only snorted and yelled through the rain, “Don’t you like a challenge?”
Aren’t you challenged enough? Merlin thought but wisely kept to himself.
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is this about the hok or myself? the answer is yes.
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13thpythagoras · 8 months
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why Dune is crap
Tolkein and this English lit scholar explain my pov quite well
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Martin Turner · BA in English Literature and Language, University of Oxford (Graduated 1988)
Tolkien stated “I dislike DUNE with some intensity,” but he did not give a reason why.
However, you don’t need to look far—only as far as Tree and Leaf—to understand Tolkien’s views on story and artistry.
Tolkien was interested in stories that were good for their own sake. Even in dark moments, the story should be a delight to the reader. By Tolkien standards, Dune is quite gratuitous in its bloodthirstiness, violence and corruption. Herbert takes a positive delight (it would seem) in describing the debauchery of the Harkonnens.
On a similar level, Tolkien always wrote in a way which was suitable for children. He discusses this in Tree and Leaf. He did not see any benefit in filling out his stories with sex and gore.
Tolkien’s world is ultimately a world of grace and kindness. These, to Tolkien, were the marks of the true hero, of whom Gandalf and Aragorn were the contrasting pinnacles. These are qualities almost entirely absent from Dune, which is much more focussed on power and revenge. This is somewhat like the difference between Shakespeare and Webster. The Duchess of Malfi has a very similar milieu to Dune. Tolkien’s own heroes were Gawain and Beowulf, rather than Machiavelli.
Tolkien describes world-building as an imaginative journey. He discusses the difference between simply writing ‘the green sun’ and thoroughly imagining it. To him, the imagination was the main thing. Dune, by contrast, is ‘Lawrence of Arabia in space’. Herbert was reportedly[1][2] very taken by the film,[3]and transplants the milieu wholesale into a science-fiction setting.[4][5] To Tolkien, this was an unacceptable shortcut. Remember that he criticised his friend CS Lewis for borrowing and mixing in Narnia. Herbert’s method is far more heinous, from a Tolkien point of view.
Tolkien loved language. He plays with it endlessly, and there is an extraordinary sound to his prose if you read it aloud. Herbert has a superficial reference to multiple languages, such as Chakobsa, but it is quite evidently that of the non-linguist.
Tolkien didn’t like preachy writing. It wasn’t just allegory he was opposed to. Dune is full of little asides telling us about ideal societies, and what it means to be human. It would have grated Tolkien on most pages.
Tolkien did not like modernism. Dune is a child of modernism in a much clearer way than, say, Foundation or Islands in the Sky. Its philosophy is a blend of existentialism, proto-New-Ageism, nihilism and rationalist scepticism. All of these would have seemed barren to Tolkien, and Herbert lets them go unchallenged.
Tolkien is concerned with heroes. Dune is concerned with anti-heroes. Herbert is quite explicit about this: “Here lies a toppled god / his fall was not a small one / we did but build his pedestal / a narrow and a tall one” (Tleilaxu epitaph, Dune Messiah).
Above everything, Dune had been very publicly compared to and described as the science-fiction equivalent of The Lord of the Rings. Tolkien would have been aghast to see what people thought was an equivalent to his writing, which was opposite in almost every respect.
Ultimately, Dune is full of the things that Tolkien detested, and having the book described as the equivalent of his own book must have irked him deeply.
Footnotes
[1] 
“Going Native” with Dune’s Paul Atreides
[2] 
Dune, 50 years on: how a science fiction novel changed the world
[3] 
Dune (1984) - IMDb
[4] 
Interview with Frank Herbert and Beverly Herbert by Willis E. McNelly
[5] 
Frank Herbert’s Dune and the Dune Series
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Watching Dune is like watching a documentary of gratuitous violence rather than an actual story, even the director of Dune (2021) states this, Denis Villeneuve: "I tried to do a sci-fi movie like a documentary." [Nerds of Color]
Calling Dune punk-anything is like calling Godzilla a rom-com...
Dune's white savior complex is stinging and constant, and there is no defense, even as we see director Villeneuve attempt to defend on this point as:
"There is a storytelling trope called the White Savior where a Caucasian will go into a foreign land and act as a rescuer or messianic figure to the indigenous people there. And Herbert’s work has been criticized for falling into that trope. So how do you contemporize the story to avoid falling into the problematic areas that trope may potentially present?
That’s a very important question. And it’s why I thought Dune was, the way I was reading it, a critique of that [trope]. It’s not a celebration of a savior. It’s a condemnation and criticism of that idea of a savior. Of someone that will come and tell another operation how to be and what to believe… it’s a criticism. That’s the way I feel it’s relevant and can be seen contemporary. And that’s what I’ll say about that. Frankly it’s the opposite [of that trope]." -[Nerds of Color]
Is it though? It seemed to me like Paul Atreites frees the fremen and re-establishes his dynasty, this time as ruler of the universe. How is that anything except a huge shining perfect example of the white savior complex? Villeneuve and Herbert just kind of wave their hands and say "ehh it's the opposite" and walk off from the topic, and I'm just over here with an actual soul, left wondering, what in the goddamn fuck was that gaslighting?
Villeneuve and Herbert are like "Well it didn't end well for Paul, we fucked him up pretty bad in the end so therefore it's a critique of the white savior model"
and I'm just over here like,
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you can't just kill the white savior and assume he's gone and you're rid of it, the Romans tried that and it didn't work out for them...LMAO fuck dune... sorry not sorry!! Long live liberty, democracy, education, justice, and Tolkien, not that glorification of fascist racist bullshit called Dune. /rant
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worshiptoday · 2 years
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"Now it shall come to pass in the latter days
That the mountain of the LORD’s house
Shall be established on the top of the mountains,
And shall be exalted above the hills;
And peoples shall flow to it.
Many nations shall come and say,
“Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the LORD,
To the house of the God of Jacob;
He will teach us His ways,
And we shall walk in His paths.”
For out of Zion the law shall go forth,
And the word of the LORD from Jerusalem."
Micah 4:1-2
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therevlisad · 1 year
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Prayer: King of Glory, Lift Up Our Heads (Psalm 24)
Psalm 24 by Anneke Kaai Psalm 24 NIV The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it, The world, and all who live in it; For he founded it upon the seas and established it upon the waters. Who may ascend the hill of the LORD? Who may stand in his holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart, Who does not lift up his soul to an idol or swear by what is false. He will receive blessing from the…
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fleshphagus · 2 years
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Oh no I just saw a video and it has an official blog on here...
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e-c-i-m · 2 years
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Dear Child of God,
If you seek Jesus with all your Heart, you will find him!
With Love, ECIM
Music: Easy on Me - Casper Esmann cover
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#god #jesus #holyspirit #gospel #bible #love #christian #redeemer #savior #grace #reverence #eternal #understanding #wisdom #heart #hope #know #seek #find #search #prayer #ecim
#short #shorts #shortsfeed
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necronomeconomicism · 1 month
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Ok gotta talk about it.
As a Jewish historian, I fucking hate Israel in ways most probably will never be able to comprehend. I'm going to try and explain it anyways. The central creation myth of Israel is that it is Jewish, and then consequently, that Israel is a part of Jewishness. Its easy to simply state this is false, but fully comprehending this and putting it into practice in thought and deed seems rare to me.
The evil at the heart of this violence predates the recent acceleration of genocide. Israel is a colony, and more than that, an antisemitic fraud itself. After WW2, when Israel was being founded, the Jews of Europe generally did not wave goodbye to their neighbors and head to the promised land. Many were expelled from their homes. Zionism itself, as an action, was a false choice at the time. A mere excuse to place an ally in the middle east, and an excuse to complete the expulsion and destruction of the European Jew. The Zionist Jew is more than complicit in this, they actively seek the destruction and assimilation of all other Jews.
Many fail to realize, and largely because of Israel, that Jews are not inherently white, Ashkenazi, European-descended people. Our faith and culture has an immense variety that is spread all across the globe. Jewishness, in population and volume of culture, exists more so outside of Israel than within it. Israel is for a very specific kind of Jew. The kind that lets Yiddish die, that attaches themselves to European things, that makes themselves and their practices as white as possible.
And they have the nerve, the fucking belligerent GALL, to frame themselves as the necessary saviors of our people. To the Zionist, questioning Israel is to question Jewishness itself. They bake adoration for the colonial machine into their very prayers, and push them on us even as children. To *not* oppress, to *not* kill, to *not* genocide, is to invite death. This is the core of fascistic thought, of course. "Kill them before they kill us." And they KNOW this too, they really do. The truth of that irony does not matter, because as is true for all fascists, the truth itself does not matter to them. They wanted this, they wanted this even before the British saw it in their best interest to give them the land. Any excuse to RETVRN, as the neo-nazis say of Rome, or the German Empire, or whatever the fuck stupid country they want to poorly animate the corpse of. Some select Zionists even *sided with the fucking Nazis* in agreement they should abandon Europe to colonize Palestine. (Haavara Agreement)
My people have proved time and time and time again you don't need a nation state to have an enduring culture. We have protected ourselves for thousands of years without the help of these spiteful, doom-saying maniacs. I was going to post something like this on Passover, but that would be hypocritical. The state of Israel doesn't actually have shit to do with Jewishness. שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְה Vi tsu derleb ikh im shoyn tsu bagrobn. [my best translation] Hear Israel (beginning of a prayer in Hebrew) I should outlive him long enough to bury him. (an old Yiddish curse)
Free Palestine. Donate what you can, they need it right now.
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lesya-writes · 8 months
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Seeking Saviors ch.5 excerpt
The green grassy field stretched out before him.  He felt the sun upon his face, less warm now though no less bright. The sounds that greeted him were familiar; grunts of pain and struggle, the clang of dull steel upon steel, and the heckling of bystanders.
From Merlin’s lateness to Morgana’s womanly worries, he thought he’d never get to see the training yard today. Merlin had finally dressed him, then ran off again to gods know where. He was acting quite suspiciously, but Arthur paid little mind. He had more pressing matters than his foolish manservant’s antics.
The boys on the field were no better today than they were yesterday. No, that was not entirely fair. The twins, Oswyck and Eswyck, were quite skilled. They were no more than sixteen and had not seen a single battle save for the ones fought on the tourney field. Still, he could see they had some potential. They chose each other for a partner and Arthur watched them for a moment. They were equally matched, neither yielding to the other, so he ordered them to part. To Oswyck he gave a larger partner and to Eswyck, a smaller one. Their opponents were seasoned knights, unlikely to be bested. Still, he was curious to see how they would fare. What will you little sirs do, I wonder.
Oswyck was clearly unused to fighting a much bigger man and so he struggled to find a way to land a hit. The knight, Sir Harold, had a bigger reach and bigger swing. Oswyck did not move away fast enough and suffered the ordeal of meeting his attack. Beneath the helm his face was scrunched in pain as he struggled against Sir Harold, shield arm shaking with the strain. Eswyck, on the other hand, had adapted to his opponent quickly. He saw that Sir Gyles was much quicker than he and caught on to the man’s strategy of tiring him out. Sir Gyles moved about Eswyck, striking out from time to time, but Eswyck never moved on the offensive. He only turned when he needed to and put up his shield to block any attacks. Sir Gyles had seen that he was figured out and changed his strategy again and again Eswyck met him. On and on they went, neither giving in to the other, though that was most like due to Sir Gyles not giving his all to prolong the fight. He was enjoying himself.
There were a few others which had caught his eye and he made sure to note their strengths and weaknesses. He’ll have to write a proper report to see what he could do with this lot. Perhaps he can dictate to Merlin, instead of writing himself; the lad does have a much neater hand than his, though how that came to be he could not say. Everything about Merlin seemed scratchy and thin, but his script was neat and flowing, careful rivers of ink upon parchment.
He blinked and pushed the thought away. Movement caught his eye, just beyond the field, and he saw familiar figures approaching.
Speak of devils and they shall find you.
Lancelot led the lot of them, shining in his armor. Beside him walked Morgana, though she did not seem pleased about it. Her maid Gwen trailed them both and there he was as well, Merlin. Lancelot made his way to the fence and stood watching. His attention was singular and if Arthur wasn’t mistaken, curious.
Arthur left the men and boys to their fighting.
Guinevere had come closer to Lancelot and stood with him. They spoke of something, he could not tell what, but they each seemed to refuse to meet the other’s eyes, instead looking out at the field. Lancelot seemed to drown in the armor, though for all intents and purposes it looked like the right fit. His hands were restless on the fence. Restless for a fight? Or were nerves getting the better of him?
Morgana kept her eyes on the field as well, scanning the grounds. Looking for her next meal, it seems. Suddenly, striking green pierced his eyes and he paused. She could not have heard. That would be absurd.
Arthur let his unease go and continued his march on toward the lot. They all straightened as he approached them and silenced their gossiping.
“Lancelot. I see you’ve recovered well. Well enough to don armor and come out here to train.”
“Yes, my lord. I’ll be glad to train amongst such fine knights.” Arthur almost snorted. 
“I’ll need to see your seal.”
“O-of course, my lord. ” He passed on his carefully rolled parchment, held together by red wax. Arthur broke the seal and looked at the sigil, a white star above a white lake on a black field. Du Lac. A minor house, barely considered noble, but still noble enough that Lancelot had every right to stand before him and attempt at knighthood. Good enough, I suppose. He gave it back and said nothing against it.
Seeing that Arthur had not shunned him, Lancelot beamed and made his way into the fray. Arthur watched him and saw Leon approach. They donned their helms, raised their shields and swords, and began to dance. What sweet music they made, the steel clanging in a rhythm of its own. The others had paused their own fights, curiosity drawing their eyes. It was clear to all that this newcomer was a skilled fighter. A bit unrefined, to be sure, but he had good instinct. He kept up with Leon and even managed to surprise him a time or two. Spurned on by the sight, everyone else returned to their own fights with renewed vigor.
So the dances continued on and as the sun began to droop, Arthur decided that it was time, so he called the fighting to a stop.
All the boys and men put down their swords and shields as he made his way to the center. His voice rang out across, “Right, you jumped-up dung beetles, this is it. Your final test. Pass this and you’re a knight of Camelot. Fail, and you’re no one. You face the most feared of all foes, the ultimate engine of death.” He paused and stared out at all the faces. Some were filled with trepidation, others with exhilaration. Who will pass and who will fail. I know who I want, but do they want me? Well, it won’t be hard for them to lose.
“You face me.” No one was surprised save for Lancelot and his silly manservant.
“You?” he squeaked out, drawing all attentions to himself. “They must all face you?”
“Of course. How do you think I choose my men? They can’t all be accepted, just like that.”
“Then I shall challenge my lord gladly,” a pleasant voice rang out. It was Lancelot, who now stood taller than before, back straightened. He met Arthur’s eye without a fear and he was no longer drowning in his armor. No longer did he appear to be a frightened boy; he looked like a proper warrior now. Arthur even detected a spark of something, an excitement at the prospect of their fight. Arthur couldn’t deny his own eagerness to fight this man. Yes, this man enjoys a fight. But joy is not enough here. It won’t win him a fight, but it might make him last longer than the others.
“Well, it’s nice to see someone’s eager,” Arthur replied and all the others chuckled.
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If God Directs My Steps, then Why…
The Bible says in, Psalm 37:23-24 (CSB) A person’s steps are established by the LORD, and he takes pleasure in his way. Psa 37:24 Though he falls, he will not be overwhelmed, because the LORD supports him with his hand. So then, God directs our steps, but He doesn’t force His will on us. Instead, He gently lifts us back up when we fall and tries to reestablish us in the right direction. From my…
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ericjswensson · 2 months
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Jesus endured the cross to save humanity. We’re no longer enslaved to fear, anxiety, or sin. “It is finished” is a cry of victory, because Christ defeated all that holds a person captive. Because of his sacrifice, your victory, you can reach people with the hope found in him.
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☀ for Knux >:)
@scumbag-the-hedgehog // Manhandle Me
☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back
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This really had to stop. Fucking. Happening. Every time he found himself under Scourge, pinned and frustrated, only ever ended in more shame than the last. Every single time, his pride was damaged further, and his irritation rose, making him feel like he was 18 and out of control again.
He's better than this, he knows he is. He's not one to just be bested over and over, like some weak little whelp. He KNOWS he's stronger. He KNOWS he's better, he KNOWS--
For a moment, his limbs go slack. Not usual for their encounters surely. But any confusion only had a moment to manifest before a growl in a whole different tone sounded from the guardian. In the next instant, he was bucking the hedgehog off with sheer brute force, quickly spinning to land a hell of a punch to the usurper's gut.
Taking the chance to get some space, Knuckles jumps back, staring down with an icier expresion than normal. He didn't speak. Not a peep coming out of a normally highly mouthy echidna when upset. No, something was different. He was different.
This wasn't Knuckles.
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thatiranianphantom · 8 months
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Oh god, I don't think I can watch this.
It'll make me too mad in multiple ways, as someone who has personally experienced the Ugandan healthcare system and many, many missionaries, and knows that nuance dies on the internet.
But if you're curious, this is a pretty balanced article about the whole situation.
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