#mim writes

[jewelleria]

I don’t usually talk about politics on here, if ever. But it’s been almost six months since the conflict in the Middle East flared up again, and I’m finally ready to start. Here are some of my thoughts.

I say ‘flared up’ because this has happened before and it’ll happen again. Because, even though what's currently going on is absolutely unprecedented, those of us who live in this part of the world are used to it. Let that sink in: we are used to this. And we shouldn’t have to be. 

But I use that term for another reason: I don't want to accidentally call it the wrong thing lest I come under fire for being a genocidal maniac or a terrorist or a propaganda machine, etc., etc.—so let’s just call it ‘the war’ or ‘the conflict.’ Because that’s what it is. Doesn’t matter which side you’re on, who you love, or who you hate. 

This post will, in all likelihood, sit in my drafts forever. If it does get posted, it certainly won’t be on my main, because I'm scared of being harassed (spoiler: she posted it on her main). I hate admitting that, but honestly? I’m fucking terrified. 

I also feel like in order for anything I say on here (i.e. the hellscape of the internet) to be taken seriously, I have to somehow prove that a) I’m “educated” enough to talk about the conflict, and b) that my opinion lines up with what has been deemed the correct one. So, tedious and unnecessary though it is, I will tell you about my experience, because I have a feeling most of the people reading this post are not nearly as close to what’s happening as I am.

How do I explain where I live without actually explaining where I live? How do I say “I live in the Red Zone of international conflicts” without saying what I actually think? How do I convey the fear that grips me when I try to decide between saying “I live in Palestine” and “I live in Israel”? I don't really know. But I do know that names are important. I also know that, due to the various clickbaity monikers ascribed to the conflict, it would probably just be easier to point to a map. 

I haven't always lived in the Middle East. I've lived in various places along America’s east coast, and traveled all over the world. But in short, I now live somewhere inside the crudely-drawn purple circle. 

If you know anything about these borders you probably blanched a bit in sympathy, or maybe condolence. But in truth, it’s a shockingly normal existence. I don't feel like I've lived through the shifting of international relations or a war or anything. I just kind of feel like I did when COVID hit, that dull sameness as I wondered if this would be the only world-altering event to shape my life, or if there would be more. 

I've been told that, in order for my brain to process all the horrific details of the past six months, there needs to be some element of cognitive dissonance—that falling into a sort of dissociative mindset is the only way to not go insane under the weight of it all. I think in some ways that’s true. I have been terrifyingly close to bus stop shootings when my commute wasn’t over; I have felt my apartment building shake with the reverberations of a missile strike; I have spent hours in underground shelters waiting for air raid sirens to stop. 

But. I have also gone grocery shopping, and skipped class, and stayed up too late watching TV, and fed the cats on the street corner, and cried over a boy, and got myself AirPods just because, and taken out the trash, and done laundry on a delicate cycle, and bought overpriced lattes one too many days a week. I have looked at pretty things and taken out my phone because, despite it all, I still think that life is too short not to freeze the small moments. 

So I'd say, all things considered, I live an incredibly privileged life—compared, of course, to those suffering in Gaza—one filled with sunsets and over-sweetened knafeh and every different color of sand. One that allows me to throw myself into a fandom-induced hyperfixation (or, alternatively, escape method) as I sit on the couch and crack open my laptop to write the next chapter of the fic I'm working on. 

But there are bits of not-normalness that wheedle their way through the cracks. I pretend these moments are avoidable, even if they’re not. 

They look like this: reading the news and seeing another idiotic, careless choice on Netanyahu’s part and groaning into my morning coffee. Watching Palestinian and Jewish children’s needless suffering posted on Instagram reels and feeling helpless. Opening my Tumblr DMs to find a message telling me to exterminate myself for reblogging a post that only seems like it’s about the war if you squint and tilt your head sideways. 

These moments look like all the tiny ways I am reminded that I'm living in a post-October seventh world, where hearing a car backfire makes me jump out of my skin and the sound of a suitcase on pavement makes me look up at the sky and search for the war planes. They look like the heavy grief that is, and also isn’t, mine. 

Here's the thing, though. I know you’re wondering when the ball will drop and my true opinion will be revealed. I know you’re waiting for me to reveal what demographic I'm a part of so that you, dear reader, can neatly slap a label on my head and sort me into some oversimplified category that lets you continue to think you understand this war. 

No one wants to sit and ruminate on the difficult questions, the ones that make you wonder if maybe you’ve been tinkered with by the propaganda machine, if you might need to go back on what you’ve said or change your mind. We all strive for our perception of complicated issues to be a comfortable one.

But I know that no matter what I do, there will always be assumptions. So, while I shudder to reveal this information online, I think that maybe my most significant contribution to this meta-discussion spanning every facet of the internet is this: 

I am a Jew. 

Or, alternatively, I am: Jewish, יהודית, يَهُودِيٌّ, etc. Point is, I come from Jews. And, like any given person, I am a product of generation after generation of love. 

I'm not going to take time to explain my heritage to you, or to prove that before all the expulsions and pogroms, there was an origin point. If you don’t believe that, perhaps it’s less of a factual problem and more of an ‘I don’t give weight to the beliefs of indigenous people’ problem. But, in case you want to spend time uselessly refuting this tiny point in a larger argument, you can inspect the photos below (it’s just a small chunk of my DNA test results). Alternatively, you can remember that interrogating someone in an attempt to make their indigeneity match your arbitrary criteria is generally not seen as good manners. 

Now, let’s go back to thathateful message (read: poorly disguised death threat) I received in my Tumblr DMs. I think it was like two or three weeks ago. I had recently gained a new follower whose blog’s primary focus was the fandom I contribute to, so I followed them back. I saw in my notes that they were going through my posts and liking them—as one does when gaining a new mutual. Yippee! 

Then they sent me this: 

I tried to explain that hate speech is not a way to go about participating in political discourse, but the person had already blocked me immediately after sending that message. Then, assured by the fact that I surely would never see them complaining about me on their blog (because, as I said, they blocked me), they posted a shouting rant accusing me of sympathizing with colonizing settlers and declaring me a “racist Zionist fuck.” Oh, the wonders of incognito tabs.

Where this person drew these conclusions after reading my (reblogged) post about antisemitism…. I'm not actually sure. But I greatly sympathize with them, and hope that they weren’t too personally offended by my desire to not die. 

For a while I contemplated this experience in my righteous anger, and tried to figure out a way to message this person. I wanted to explain that a) seeing a post about being Jewish and choosing to harass the creator about Israel is literally the definition of antisemitism and b) that sending a hateful DM and refusing to be held accountable is just childish and immature. But I gave up soon after—because, honestly, I knew it wasn’t worth my effort or energy. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to change their mind. 

But I still remember staring at that rather unfortunate meme, accompanied by an all-caps message demanding for me to Free Palestine, and thinking: the post didn’t even have any buzzwords. I remember the swoop of dread and guilt and fear. I remember wondering why this kind of antisemitism felt worse, in that moment, than the kind that leaves bodies in its wake. 

I remember thinking, I don’t have the power to free anyone.

I remember thinking, I’m so fucking tired. 

And before you tell me that this conflict isn’t about religion—let me ask you some questions. Why is it that Israel is even called Israel? (Here’s why.) Why do Jews even want it? (Here’s why.) But also, if you actually read the charters of Islamist terrorist organizations like ISIS, Hamas, and Hezbollah (among others), they equate the modern state of Israel with the Jewish people, and they use the two entities interchangeably. So of course this conflict is religious. It’s never been anything but that.

But I do wonder, when faced with those who deny this fact: how do I prove, through an endless slew of what-about-isms and victim blaming, that I too am hurting? How do I show that empathy is dialectical, that I can care deeply for Palestinians and Gazans while also grieving my own people? 

There's this thing that humans do, when we’re frustrated about politics and need to howl our opinions about it into the void until we feel better. We find like-minded souls, usually our friends and neighbors, and fret about the state of the world to each other until we’ve gone around in a satisfactory amount of circles. But these conversations never truly accomplish anything. They’re just a substitute, a stand-in catharsis, for what we really wish we could do: find someone who embodies the spirit of every Jew-hating internet troll, every ignorant justifier of terrorism, and scream ourselves hoarse at them until we change their mind.

But, of course, minds cannot be changed when they are determined to live in a state of irrational dislike. In Judaism, this way of thinking has a name: שנאת חינם (sinat hinam), or baseless hatred. It's a parasite with no definite cure, and it makes people bend over backwards to justify things like the massacre on October seventh, simply because the blame always needs to be placed on the Jews. 

So when a Jew is faced with this unsolvable problem, there is only one response to be had, only one feeling to be felt: anger. And we are angry. Carrying around rage with nowhere to put it is exhausting. It's like a weight at the base of our neck that pushes down on our spine, bending it until we will inevitably snap under the pressure. I’m still waiting to break, even now.

I wish I could explain to someone who needs to hear it that terrorism against Israelis happens every single day here, and that we are never more than one degree of separation away from the brutal slaughter of a friend, lover, parent, sibling. I wish it would be enough to say that the majority of Israelis (which includes Arab-Israeli citizens who have the exact same rights as Jewish-Israelis) wish for peace every day without ever having seen what it looks like. 

I wish I could show the world that Israel was founded as a socialist state, that it was built on communal values and born from a cluster of kibbutzim (small farming communities based on collective responsibility), and that what it is now isn’t what its people stand for. 

I wish the world could open their eyes to what we Israelis have seen since the beginning: that Hamas is the enemy, Hamas is the one starving Palestinians and denying them aid, Hamas is the one who keeps rejecting ceasefire terms and denying their citizens basic human rights. Hamas is the governing body of Gaza, not Israel. Hamas is responsible for the wellbeing of the Palestinian people. And Hamas are the ones who are more determined to murder Jews—over and over and over again, in the most animalistic ways possible—than to look inwards and see the suffering they’ve inflicted on their own people. I wish it was easier to see that.

But the wishing, the asking how can people be so blind, is never enough. I can never just say, I promise I don't want war. 

When I bear witness to this baseless hatred, I think of the victims of October seventh. I think of the women and girls who were raped and then murdered, forever unable to tell their stories. I think of the hostages, trapped underneath Gaza in dark tunnels, wondering if anyone will come for them. I think of Ori Ansbacher, of Ezra Schwartz, of Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali, of Lucy, Rina, and Maia Dee, of the Paley boys, of Ari Fuld and of Nachshon Wachsman. I think of all the innocent blood spilled because of terror-fueled hatred and the virus of antisemitism. I think of all the thousands of people who were brutally murdered in Israel, Jews and Muslims and Christians and humans, who will never see peace.

My ties to this land are knotted a thousand times over. Even when I leave, a part of me is left behind, waiting for me to claim it when I return. But when I see the grit it takes to live through this pain, when I see the suffering that paints the world the color of blood, I look to the heavens and I wonder why. 

I ask God: is it worth all this? He doesn't answer. So I am the one, in the end, to answer my own question. I say, it has to be. 

Feel free to send any genuine, respectful, and clarifying questions you may have to my inbox!

EDIT: just coming on here to say that I'm really touched & grateful for the love on this post. When I wrote it, I felt hopeless; I logged off of Tumblr for Shabbat, dreading the moment I would turn off my phone to find more hate in my inbox. Granted, I did find some, and responding to it was exhausting, but it wasn’t all hate. I read every kind reblog and comment, and the love was so much louder. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 🤍

Source Reading

The Whispered in Gaza Project by The Center for Peace Communications

Why Jews Cannot Stop Shaking Right Now by Dara Horn

Hamas Kidnapped My Father for Refusing to Be Their Puppet by Ala Mohammed Mushtaha

I Hope Someone Somewhere Is Being Kind to My Boy by Rachel Goldberg

The Struggle for Black Freedom Has Nothing to Do with Israel by Coleman Hughes

Israel Can Defend Itself and Uphold Its Values by The New York Times Editorial Board

There Is a Jewish Hope for Palestinian Liberation. It Must Survive by Peter Beinart

The Long Wait of the Hostages’ Families by Ruth Margalit

“By Any Means Necessary”: Hamas, Iran, and the Left by Armin Navabi

When People Tell You Who They Are, Believe Them by Bari Weiss

Hunger in Gaza: Blame Hamas, Not Israel by Yvette Miller

Benjamin Netanyahu Is Israel’s Worst Prime Minister Ever by Anshel Pfeffer

What Palestinians Really Think of Hamas by Amaney A. Jamal and Michael Robbins

The Decolonization Narrative Is Dangerous and False by Simon Sebag Montefiore

Understanding Hamas’s Genocidal Ideology by Bruce Hoffman

The Wisdom of Hamas by Matti Friedman

How the UN Discriminates Against Israel by Dina Rovner

This Muslim Israeli Woman Is the Future of the Middle East by The Free Press

Why Are Feminists Silent on Rape and Murder? by Bari Weiss

#palestine #israel hamas war #israel hamas conflict #hamas #on war #essay writing #personal essay #rant post #stop terrorism #israel #writing #palestinian lives matter #jewish lives matter #jewish and proud #jewish identity #jewish muslim solidarity #on grief #on religion #antisemitism #anti zionisim #purim 2024 #chag purim sameach #judaism #israeli palestinian conflict #am yisrael chai #kvetching #jumblr #mims on middle east #המצב

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Misc MiM sketches :P

#tmc mim au #tmc au #tmc #my art #doodlin when im not writing :P #i like these sketches hehe #esp the mimic thatcher one hes so weird #body horror #thatcher davis #ruth weaver #cesar torres #adam murray #tmc mim au art

[frosted-night]

In regards to the book series, I think the part I think of rewriting the most is Nightlights transformation into Jack Frost. Its no secret it's rather.. bloated in some areas.

The transformation makes me think of the life cycle of a star, moreso since Nightlights used to be stars/are made of components from stars. It'd be fascinating to see Nightlight go through such an event and resort to coming out of his isolation for help.

For example, he does indeed lose his glow and gain a solid body but much like a collapsing star; he starts getting horrid hot flashes or fevers. Nightlight could turn to Sandy or Aster and ask if they know anything about whats happening to him. Sandy knowing very little about Nightlights would suggest going to the Man In The Moon, for he might have more information.

Katherine accompanies him to help keep an eye on him and Manny has quite the reunion with his estranged guardian. He quickly realizes Nightlight is in terrible condition and offers any assistance he can. The only place he can think of that has information on Nightlights would be the remnants of the moon clipper inside his lunar home. This would show Manny's complicated feelings towards visiting his parent's former study but he'd keep himself together as best he can. Despite his underlying fear of possibly losing the only family he has left.

Him and Katherine find a journal written by Manny's father detailing what he learned about Nightlights after obtaining one. Both shocked that Nightlight has a very likely chance of dying and becoming a star again do everything they can to help Nightlight. He enters a deep sleep and his core begins to cool.

Manny gets some characterization by worrying over Jack and praying he survives. Nothing he can find says what happens if a Nightlight doesn't become a star again and its getting to him. Katherine tries to be the grounded one but both fall apart at the notion of losing him.

Nightlight eventually wakes up, maybe keeping the idea he slept for a LONG time. Manny, making sure his body was watched over and delights in his brothers awakening. Both conversing over his new form and identity.

I could go on for ages how I'd rewrite it,, but its been rotting my brain for a while.

#jack frost #guardians of childhood #rise of the guardians #jack frost rotg #nightlight #nightlight rotg #nightlight rotgoc #rotgoc #man in the moon rotg #mim rotg #manny lunanoff #kris is rambling instead of writing his fics

[shellyseashell]

title: do you still believe in one another

chapter title: i will help you out

relationships: mim family

characters: maddie mim (disney), original female character(s), original male character(s)

additional tags: implied/referenced drug use, kind of?, is it still drug use if it’s poison used as drugs, poison, implied/referenced self-harm, isle of the lost is a terrible place (disney), canon compliant, implied/referenced child abuse

anyway. send them to therapy.

#chapter two!!! #also made a series for all my mims fics #disney descendants #naia writes #maddy mim #mad maddy #oc: magnus mim #descendants

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

“Omg Edward and Bella are so Odysseus and Penelope coded” that’s how it sounds to me each time anyone compares a mlm ship to achilles and patroklos

#just say that you only know 3 mlm couples and move on #no one makes that kind of comparasions with straight couples no one #yknow why #because no one lumps them together! they are allowed to be different even if they have physical similarities! #yes this is specifically about rwrb heartstopper and yr #they are like the big three' regarding mIm fiction and i just dont get it?? #plus they are ALWAYS compared to tsoa achilles and patroklos #sure theyre good but they are all treated like they are the same thing like all the characters are similar #spoiler alert they arent #(straight) people mix their personalities together to make a palpable smoothie that they can drink and say ‘oh im such an ally dont you see’ #plus when comparing them to achilles and patroklus they mean tsoa patrochilles obviously #because their characters are SO BLAND in that book that their personality can be altered for personal enjoyment and still be same #‘alex and henry and charlie and nick and simon and wilhelm are SO achilles and patroclus😍🥺’ #do you know literally any other mlm fictional couple? have you ever read a mlm book written by a gay guy? #because as far as i know heartstopper rwrb and yr arent made by gay guys #and while that is fine the representation is very good and alice and casey are both queer #i have the suspicion that the straight women that say that have never read anything writtenby a gay guy because i did and let me tell you #they write things very differently they are unapologetically queer they arent palpable to *that* straight audience #yknow i love casey and not saying their books arent queer (they absolutely are) but for example heartsopper since its idealized #its not something that make you feel the struggles and the hate etc so strsight audiences can binge on it without seeing themselves #reflected on the homophobic characters or have their own prejudices be turned upside down #anyway fck madeline miller fck fetishizing borderline homophobic women who only read mlm and for the love of god leave rwrb and yr ALONE #rwrb #young royals #heartstopper #achilles #patroklos #achilles and patroclus

[daydadahlias]

Omg I just saw your post about having to fill out a student alert form. Are you ok? Are you safe?

hi Dee :) ok so,,, some Jess lore right now is that I am currently being <3 stalked <3 a little bit irl. which is obviously not great lmfao and I am nOt loving it but I'm safe and I'm ok !!! my life is not in danger. it hopefully will not progress any further now that I've talked to my boss about it and she made me file a student alert form abt the whole thing but !! yeah. it's been. a very frustrating few weeks here in the real world :/

#pigeon #dee #for some context i work at this writing center at my school #assistant director of it in fact :salute: #and when i was doing research last semester for MiM (isn't it funny how all these things loop together) #i had a tinder for a couple days that I used to understand online dating dfghj and to write the chapter where ash/cal make ashton's tinder #and anyway i matched w/ this guy. and we talked for a day #and then i deleted the app bc I was done w/ my research lol #fast forward to now... turns out !! he goes to my school !! #and comes to my work to schedule appointments with Only me #he refuses to go to any other consultant #and he keeps trying/pressuring to ask to work on papers Outside of the writing center #and during appointments he always tries to ask me personal questions about <3 where I'm from and what I do on the weekends <3 #and like he saw me at dinner recently on my day off and came and. sat with me at dinner. even tho I was like ~please leave me alone~ #and emails me outside of writing center hours to ask to meet and look at his paper #and like ! no ! u fuckwad im not doing that lol #so yeah it's been a Constant thing these last four weeks and it's just been Annoying. but after the whole #dinner thing and the email thing. and then another thing today <3 #i talked to my boss and she was like 'ok yeah this is a stalker situation and you need to report it' #soo i did #and we'll see if anything comes of that !! #i love being me it's very fun and exciting #i love how casually i can say I'm being stalked #bc this is not the first time this has happened dfghjk #which makes me sound like sUCH A PICK ME #but this will be my third time being stalked on this college campus #kind of a veteran at this point not to brag

[arofili]

@khazadweek day three | petty-dwarves ● courtship | mîm and zifir

Do you remember, my light, Nulukkizdîn in the days before? We were born in the moonlight, my jewel, in Nulukkizdîn’s halls. Do you remember, my heart, Nulukkizdîn delved by dwarven hands? We were young in the moonlight, my star, in Nulukkizdîn’s arms.

Have you forgotten, my flame, Nulukkizdîn before the elves were come? I saw you in the moonlight, my spark, under Nulukkizdîn’s eaves. Have you forgotten, my sweet, Nulukkizdîn when the world was young? I loved you in the moonlight, my gem, under Nulukkizdîn’s eyes.

Why can I not forget, my dear, Nulukkizdîn marred by elven tools? You washed me clean of blood, my mate, far from Nulukkizdîn’s streams. Why can I not forget, my wife, Nulukkizdîn where our hands were stained? You kissed away the blood, my love, far from Nulukkizdîn’s heart.

Will Nulukkizdîn die, Zifir, when I am set in silent stone? Our sons will never know, Zifir, of Nulukkizdîn’s depths. Will Nulukkizdîn die, Zifir, like you did in my arms that night? Our sons will never sing, Zifir, of Nulukkizdîn’s life.

O what am I, alone and small, without Nulukkizdîn’s hearths? Sharbhund is not enough, I fear, with Elves and Men to rule. O what am I, afraid and frail, without Nulukkizdîn’s strength? Sharbhund is not enough, I know; nor I, without your love.

— “Lament for Nulukkizdîn” by Mîm the Dwarf

#khazadweek #tolkienedit #oneringnet #silm #silmarillion #mim #mim's wife #oc zifir #my edit #my writing #my fic #my poetry #tefain nin #lament for nulukkizdin #nulukkizdin #nargothrond #help i made myself sad with this one ;-; #model: ana frost #(who appears to be a cosplayer?) as zifir #model: christian hillborg #(as erik thurgilson from the last kingdom) #as mim (well. a younger mim. i imagine he's much older by the time he meets turin & co) #i linked to thedwarrowscholar's take on the name 'nulukkizdin' (which i don't fully adopt for my personal canon #but i like a lot of it and it def influences my headcanons) #'zifir' is khuzdul for 'lead'

[nariism]

hi can i request

no, you can't

#GOAWAY #IM NOT WRITING THE DAMN RIN FIC #✧.* chatting 💌 #{mims! 🤍}

[jewelleria]

just coming on here to say that i’m really touched & grateful for the love on this post. when i wrote it, i felt hopeless; i logged off of tumblr for shabbat, dreading the moment i would turn off my phone to find more hate in my inbox. granted, i did find some, and responding to it was exhausting, but it wasn’t all hate. i read every kind reblog and comment, and the love was so much louder. thank you, thank you, thank you. 🤍

(p.s. in light of more recent events and of tomorrow marking six months since 10/7, i might post another essay.)

#המצב #mims on middle east #israel hamas war #i/p conflict #essay writing #writing #jumblr

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Yeah Dave how silly would it be if a zombie and a werewolf just walked into your techshop... haha! crazy....

#tmc mim au #my art #tmc au #tmc #broadcasts are a thing and dave thinks theyre very dumb #i hope the writing is readable

[child-of-hurin]

Do you have any idea on the timeline with the petty dwarves? I wouldn’t think anyone was killed earlier on in Thingol’s disappearance because Orome would’ve still been there to intervene. But also later assuming any dwarves were killed near Melian she would say something. Like a teacher of birdsong could distinguish an animal from one of Eru’s children?

That's relatively easy to answer per Silm canon, see chapter 21:

For Mîm came of Dwarves that were banished in ancient days from the great Dwarf-cities of the east, and long before the return of Morgoth they wandered westward into Beleriand;(...) Before the Dwarves of Nogrod and Belegost came west over the mountains the Elves of Beleriand knew not what these others were, and they hunted them, and slew them

So elves stop killing the Petty after their first contact with the Dwarves from Nogrod and Belegost. Earlier in the Silm, chapter 10:

It came to pass during the second age of the captivity of Melkor that Dwarves came over the Blue Mountains of Ered Luin into Beleriand.

In the same chapter, we are informed that Melian advised Thingol to have a kingly dwelling built "when the second age of the captivity of Melkor had passed"; since we know Menegroth was built by Dwarves, we have here two pieces of evidence that that happened after the Sindar became aware of the true nature of the Petty.

So I would say your timeline, according to the silm, is: the Petty Dwarves were seen as animals by the Sindar, and victims of their hunting, from the very first time these peoples met until the second age of Melkor's captivity, when the Dwarves of Belegost and Nogrod made contact with them. There's no way for us to know when exactly they were banished by other Dwarves, and when exactly they ended up in Beleriand, except it was definitely before Elves did, for which it seems to me logical to assume this was happening while Orome was "around"

TBH I'm not sure why you assume Orome would stop one thing or another, or even be aware such a thing was happening; same for Melian, we don't really know if she was involved in these hunts, or even aware of them; if she knows about all the animals of Middle Earth, or just the ones she likes; etc. We don't know how involved the Ainur are in Beleriand issues, and we know for a fact they aren't omniscient! Melian taught nightingales to sing like her; that doesn't mean she was a master of all sounds of Arda. It doesn't mean she WASN'T, either. Could she hear the cries of the Petty when they were slayed in her proximity (WERE they ever slayed in her proximity)? Could she tell they were not animals merely by their cry? Would she care? Did anyone bother asking for her opinion on each of the animals the Sindar regularly hunted? If they did, what would she reply?

Besides, what does 'hunted' mean? Was there an active effort to exterminate the Petty?

I don't think any of these questions are answered by canon, so it's up do you to explore the possibilities, if you are interested.

I'm kind of obsessed with you calling Dwarves the Children of Eru, because I don't think that term is usually used in a way that implies them in either canon or fandom! It makes me think of us as Gondorian scholars discussing (what little we know of) theology/cosmology :^)

#literally there isn't any piece of tolkien's writing that is more miserable than the petty dwarves #precisely IMO because of how matter of fact it is presented - there's a certain cynicism that... idk #in terms of unlovedness they're barely a step up from orcs #and tbh like. personally. i can't even conceive of petty dwarves' past... not in a way that truly interests me #like a history of their story... idk.... i got nothing that captures my focus besides the misery of mim khim and ibun #ages ago i took notes for a fanfic from ibun's perspective and simply could not do it #petty dwarves #silmarillion

[radicalfemimist]

this is a personal opinion but I cannot understand the appeal of the Wednes//day show. the mystery aspect was kinda fun, but then there’s there’s:

the titular character is flat and boring. you can make characters not expressive while still making them compelling. I love a good non-expressive character but everything she did express didn’t really add to her likeability or make you want to root for her.

the add/ams family is supposed to be like, a close-knit surprisingly healthy unconventional family, isn’t it? why did you go the mommy issues route.

deuteragonist character is so blegh to me. her personality trait is “bubbly” and “pink” and that’s it. she isn’t like, relatable or anything. she doesn’t really come off as a genuine ball of sunshine; it’s forced.

speaking of forced, what is the deal with the conversion therapy metaphors? 🧐 she’s a werewolf who can’t turn into a wolf and her parents want to send her to “wolf camp”. but then she wolfs out to protect the titular girl? if they don’t make her a lesbian then that’s a bad look, and I don’t feel like they intended that.

If they did, they really underplayed the emotional turmoil of conversion therapy. they use it for her to stand up to her family and say “I don’t care if you don’t accept me the way I am but I will wolf out when I am ready” but they didn’t establish any stakes to her saying that. i haven’t seen it since it came out but all I remember of her family was they seemed passive aggressive. and she wolfs out just a few episodes later.

they forced all the relationships but wanted an emotional payoff anyway. the closest to having any emotional payoff was the titular character and bubblegum girl because titular confided in her once, but it’s very clear the basis of all the characters’ interactions was ‘the writers want them in a room together. there’s no natural draw or chemistry’ so the straight romance/betrayal subplot wasn’t really much of a betrayal. they barely knew each other and there wasn’t some deep trust there to begin with, they didn’t actually connect.

titular girl is so “not like other girls”, she wears… goth dresses, and all the other girls just wear regular, non-goth dresses. she soooo doesn’t conform to social standards !! at her school for monsters in which I have to imagine being goth isn’t that uncommon.

I feel like people have the lowest standards for content and writing. things that don’t have any real care put into them will get popular, as will things that were at best half-assed. content for the sake of content; it doesn’t matter if it’s a story worth telling or not.

#queue gooden #mim’s ramblings #writing is a passion of mine so seeing mediocre or downright bad writing becoming popular and being praised… #there’s been (2) bad live action adaptions released lately and I feel they both suffer from that

[shellyseashell]

MALISE MIM

name: malise is a scottish name meaning “servant of jesus”

age & birthday: 15, born november 14

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: sapphic

height: 5’6

powers: she’s a vampire, so: immortality, night vision, supernatural healing, speed, senses, strength, and agility, and spell casting

mbti: istj

background: growing up, her mother was the best of all mim mothers, so she was offered a level of protection the others weren’t. still, when she was about 8 she was forced to mercy kill her brother. so, her mother took her and mardella and ran. years later, her mother was killed. rather than moving in with magnus and her cousins, she took to the streets, protecting her family from a distance.

residence: none

affiliation: deviltry

family: madam mim (grandmother), melina mim (mother, deceased), maelegan mim (brother, deceased), mardella mim (sister), madelina mim (aunt, deceased), magnus mim (cousin), madeleine mim (cousin), meruen mim (cousin, deceased), morley mim (aunt), moira mim (cousin), morcant mim (cousin), mallory mim (cousin, deceased)

weapons: knives

misc:

- she’s very practical and logical, but also very irritable and impatient

- very street smart, but struggles with anything academic

- she doesn’t like hurting people, so she avoids fights when she can. but when she does fight, she’s violent.

- she was originally a member of the hallow’s eve, but after her mother’s death she began to resent them, and left for the deviltry

- she will break into frollo’s church to vandalize it regularly. claudine hates her.

- she lets maddy experiment on her. she needs a test subject and it won’t hurt her.

- she tends to watch the forest, but she’ll spy wherever magnus wants her. she’s one of his main sources of information.

#disney descendants #oc: malise mim #naia writes

[donade-mim]

"The system does not fear the poor who go hungry, it fears the poor who know how to think."

(Paulo Freire)

#authors #books & libraries #literature #writing #forabolsonaro #autoranacional #literatura #livros #pensamentos #notas #linhas #autorias #donade-mim

[daydadahlias]

i was thinking about mim and i feel like ash would remember duke’s birthday (or what day he was adopted on) and make him a little dog friendly birthday cake

this is the cutest thing ever because he so totally would 🥺💙

#pigeon #I got this ask btw right after I started writing something for mim so #very interesting universe thing #anon #a little gotcha day for Duke 🥺