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They don't want us to call what's happening in Gaza a genocide not because there's not been an official ruling but because these things don't get set in people's minds via official ruling. Instead it is the oral history that sets an event into place in mass consciousness.

Us calling it what it is - a genocide - means they can't wriggle out of it in years to come. They can't continue to call it a conflict or a war if we cement it in public consciousness as a genocide.

So don't tone down your language. Call it what it is. Make sure the history books know what happened and the genocides that took place in Palestine, Sudan, Congo.

alright we all know about the hamlet+laertes foils thing. But have we considered. Gertrude and Polonius foils

For starters we have Polonius dedicating too much attention towards his kids and Gertrude paying too little attention to Hamlet but also. there is the implication that Gertrude pays not enough attention to Hamlet because she is more dedicated to Claudius. Whereas Polonius is apparently a single parent and this may have caused him to be overprotective. The play thus encompasses both ends of the terrible parent spectrum so to speak

Then we have the moment where Gertrude and Polonius directly enter a conflict. Where Gertrude criticizes Polonius with 'more matter with less art' and Polonius replies 'I use no art' On a literal level this is simply about their different ways of speaking. perhaps their different outtakes on life BUT we have to consider that at this scene they were both competing for the approval of Claudius. If we went with a more sinister interpretation we might speculate that Claudius purposely chose the people around him so that they would be constantly squabbling with each other. So that they would be distracted with petty arguments and won't notice that he is the ultimate cause of all the problems by murdering Hamlet Sr. I think the more important thing though is that Polonius and Gertrude ultimately come to an agreement with each other. It is almost similar to Hamlet and Laertes' sort-of-forgiveness scene during their duel, right? Except that Polonius and Gertrude's agreement is enabling Claudius, while Hamlet and Laertes's agreement (after Polonius and Gertrude both died) ultimately kills Claudius So you could say that this a commentary about the relationship of older generations with younger ones. It's almost like Greek Mythology in a sense, where the younger generation both echoes and displaces the older generation

finally, Polonius and Gertrude's deaths themselves also mirror each other. Polonius died when Hamlet stabbed him through the arras. It could have been either intentional (i.e. Hamlet knew that Polonius was treating Ophelia badly and supporting Claudius) or accidental (i.e. Hamlet mistaking Polonius as Claudius). Gertrude died when she drank the wine poisoned by Claudius. Again, it could have been either intentional (i.e. Claudius intentionally not stopping Gertrude, as she might support Hamlet against Claudius if push came to shove) or accidental. If we go with the both accidental interpretation it adds to the theme of "tragedy occurs when it could have gone another way, but didn't". If we go with the both intentional interpretation, it becomes a bit more interesting. We could say that Hamlet killed Polonius because Polonius harmed Ophelia, while Claudius killed Gertrude because Gertrude would help Hamlet. Ultimately there appears to be no right way to be a parent in the play, because both of the main parental characters die because of their parenting

Anyway I think Gertrude and Polonius deserve to suffer around each other in hell. Yeah

(posted this to the Hamlet discord too)

I donated to a gofundme for someone in Gaza. Do you accept those donations for commission?

Yes! Any donation to a cause that isn't bigoted is welcome for comissions. Just send me a message with proof and your request.

Kr slice of life dramas will always be superior, specially shin pd dramas. Family love, friendship, life values, warmth and kindness through small gestures and service....😭

The ‘Theseus’ Thesis

Parallels between the Fantastic Beasts series and William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream

*Spoilers for both of the things mentioned above, you have been warned*

Okay, so I went to see Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore the other day and I couldn’t help noticing a few similarities between the series so far and A Midsummer Night’s Dream (AMND) so I’m going to talk about them here because J.K. Rowling doesn’t really like it when people claim that her stuff is based on other stuff, insisting that she made it all up in her head (see this article about how Diagon Alley is NOT based on The Shambles in York) even though (as Mark Twain puts it) 

“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations.”

Anyway, onto the good stuff:

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they look so pretty #missingvoltronhours

Note to self: Stop doodling at 4am… you never finish an..yth..in g 

Bonus:

screaming at that video of the girl saying "I am appalled by people comparing things to the Holocaust. Do not use other genocides to compare it to this one." Girl!!!! You said it!!! You said the quiet part out loud!!! You admitted it's a genocide!!!!

#peterparker #nwh #spiderman #tomholland #andrewgarfield #tobymaguire #theamazingspiderman #milesmorales #comics #marvel #endgame #xreader #yn

does anyone want me to write a peter parker fanfic? If so what are suggestions for one?

Very sad to hear Motaz apologize for choosing safety and evacuating as if he owes the world anything.

If anything the world owes him an apology. He kept on going despite his mental health decreasing day by day.

May he live a long and happy life, so he can tell his story to future generations.

Growing pains

Grief. The intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death. No one really prepares you for the mourning of friends. Friends that are still well and alive but aren’t with you. The death of friendships you held so close to heart that you feel a rip in your soul as they pass away. This heartbreak is almost irreparable compared to the fleeting emotions of unrequited love or suppressed depression ; it consumes you in a dark hole of intense loneliness and desperate failure. 

I’ve always been envious of people who lived in the time of no technology - a time when passing conversations was enough to connect you: a time where you greet a friend so casually having not seen them for a decade. What happens when  old friends meet each other? Did they mutter awkward greetings or welcome each other with soft affection? Or do they simply walk past each other like strangers despite their shared history?