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I love how Terminalmontage implies that Adeleine being human means that she sees the world differently from the rest of the main cast.
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No because I was rewatching nimona ofc and it just hit me full in the face that the director did not mean what we thought she meant when she said this.
In the beginning when, before the knighting, she says this to Bal, she’s already rigged his sword, she means that the kingdom will see him as a villain, as someone who doesn’t belong and who should never have been a knight. ShE’S TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU DONT BELONG AND I KNOW IT AND NOW THE KINGDOM WILL KNOW IT YOU FU-
Like i k this is probably obvious and I’m an idiot for not noticing before but oh god it just hit me so hard-
This re-watch is killing me and I am dying dying from holding back I want to talk TALK ABput this movie it’s so GOod but I keep telling my friends to watch it and I have always given fabulous recommendations and yet they don’t listen ugh
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Because I’m only seeing other Jews posting about this, non-Jews I need you to be aware that for the past month or two there has been a wave of bomb threats and swattings at synagogues all across the US. They usually do it when services are being livestreamed. I haven’t seen a single non-Jew talking about this. High holidays are coming up in a few weeks, which is when most attacks happen against our communities. We’re worried, and we need people to know what’s happening to us.
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You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.
Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.
Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.
By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise.
Zeus never stood a chance.What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.
Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”
And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.
And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”
“Where are you-?”
“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”
“Darling, he’ll kill you.”
“He may try, if he would like.”
You’re so right, that IS the best part.
I’m personally caught up on the seamstress.
“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.
“There’s a way around,” Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”
He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.
“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.” Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.
“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”
“Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.” She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”
It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.
It is painful to keep secrets, especially important ones. Dates and times, hours and minutes, names and places can raise nations or fell kings, if they are the right ones. Those that want those secrets will inflict every cruelty to pry them out of otherwise discreet lips.
Far, far away, Prometheus smiled through yet another liver removal. The bird went upon its way and the wound began to knit.
He kept his secret. The burden of the bigger picture demanded it. Zeus was kinder than Kronos, who was kinder than the primal chaos that came before. The pattern would hold, so long as the titan’s tongue was likewise held.
In the early days, when Zeus would come to interrogate him each day between the bird’s feasts, Prometheus had allowed himself one small slip. Had the Lord of Olympus been less enraged he might have recognized the prophecy when the Firebringer spoke it under the veil of defiant spite.
When Prometheus laughed through gritted teeth and stared the King of the Gods right in the eye, and prophesied.
You wish to know, oh mighty King of Olympus, merciful and just?
Fuck around and find out.
This reminds me of a song on Bandcamp that had the same plot
https://tomsmith.bandcamp.com/track/the-lay-of-anjed-s
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Seriously, call your Senators now. This needs to be stopped before it goes any further. They want to drive LGBTQIA+ off the internet entirely, and Democrats are going along with this.
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There’s a Senate inquiry into the worsening rental crisis!
Thanks to the Greens you can now write a submission to a committee inquiry into how the rental crisis is affecting you and your community, provide evidence, and shape the reports that’ll be given to the National Cabinet in September and November to suggest how they can address the rental crisis.
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As sketchy as the oceangate submarine was… you can bet your ass every single one of musky’s endeavors would look just as sketchy if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s forced to work with government regulators.
Hell, most of his projects are this sketchy if you look a bit closer. For example: the tesla tunnels.
No fire suppression system, no emergency exits, no emergency lighting, no way for EMS to get through, no fucking nothing. I am pretty sure it’s not even big enough to open the car’s doors.
Or the Cybertruck that’s a deathtrap for both the people on the outside and the people on the inside because it utterly disregards the last 50 or so years of advancements in car safety technology such as crumple zones or safety glass
Or the tesla model 3 where you can’t even open the back doors without power. So if you’re in an accident and lose power… good luck getting your kids out of the back, especially when the huge battery is turning into a huge, unextinguishable flamethrower.
Or the fucking starship launchpad that was utterly destroyed by the rocket and threw huge concrete chunks and other debris around for miles… which, incidentally, also destroyed the rocket.
That’s what all these self-proclaimed Silicon Valley tech bro geniuses are like.
They all think they know better than everyone else, and that rules or consequences don’t apply to them, and they see safety as little more than an afterthought.
It’s why Ai and social media algorithms are used sooooo ethically. It’s why amazon and facebook try to find out everything about you and happily sell that data with no disregard for what it could be used for.
It’s about damn time one of these CEO dipshits got killed by their own dipshitery, I just wish it had been musk or bezos instead…
Once again, in conclusion:
I want to add that it’s not just humans whose safety is placed at risk by billionaire vanity projects - it's wildlife, too. I’m a local to the area where the Boca Chica SpaceX launch site is located. That site is dangerously close to a federally protected wildlife preserve, home to several endangered and vulnerable species of birds, sea turtles, ocelots, and more. Following that SpaceX rocket launch described above, debris was hurled over a 6.5-mile radius and landed right in the preserve, polluting the area with pieces of concrete and metal. The launch also started a fire that burned over 3.5 acres of protected land. We don’t know how many animals were killed by the April launch. SpaceX was recently sued by local environmental protection groups and a local tribe that uses the land for religious purposes.
Unlike the folks at NASA up in Houston, who take extensive measures to reduce the environmental impact of their launches, SpaceX cuts corners. NASA conducts frequent, rigorous safety and environmental analyses when designing and preparing to launch their rockets. This process includes a complete environmental impact analysis done in conjunction with the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) and its standards. Only when this evaluation is completed is the go-ahead given for a launch to take place. The result is that years of launches have led to very minimal environmental impact on the surrounding region, including the Merritt Island preserve and the Canaveral National Seashore.
SpaceX…doesn’t do this. Instead, the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) essentially gave Elon a free pass. There were “”“suggestions”“” given to SpaceX to reduce environmental impact (such as taking measures to reduce light pollution and noise pollution, making SpaceX promise to clean up any damage to the environment, etc.). But there isn’t an oversight agency to ensure that SpaceX is even adhering to these suggestions.
So, essentially, Elon can do whatever he wants here in the RGV, consequences be damned. It’s infuriating. My biggest fear every time SpaceX launches a new rocket is that not only will innocent wildlife be harmed, but something could go horribly wrong and end up harming local people living in the surrounding communities as well, and Elon won’t care.
Billionaires need to be told “no” at least once in their life, especially when it matters.
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