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It’s not just taking something that’s drawn and making it real. It’s that characters now have to be filled in, in an emotional way. So for example, the most obvious would be LeFou. He’s sort of a punching bag. And that is just not credible in live-action, to have Josh Gad getting punched every ten seconds. - Bill Condon  

There’s a lot of crazy physical comedy that I don’t necessarily think translates to this version of the film. So it was about figuring out, how do we change things up? How do we make him more human? That came with a question of conscience for me. This idea of false worship, what does that look like? If a guy who he’s admired for all these years without questioning is doing things that he has to bring into question. I think that, that creates conflict, and that creates for a more interesting, three-dimensionalized version of this character. - Josh Gad

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #112 - The Prince of Egypt

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Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

1) The head of Jeffrey Katzenberg, the head of Dreamworks animation at the time and one of the former big wigs at Disney, had been pitching an adaptation of Moses’ story from Exodus to Disney far before he started Dreamworks with Steven Spielberg. During an early meeting of Dreamworks Katzenberg recalls that Spielberg looked at him during the meeting and said, “You ought to do The Ten Commandments.”

2) I think the opening disclaimer is a nice touch.

“The motion picture you are about to see is an adaptation of the Exodus story. While artistic and historical license has been taken, we believe that this film is true to the essence, values and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide. The biblical story of Moses can be found in the book of Exodus.”

3) Music plays an incredibly important role in this film, mostly for setting its grand storytelling and dark tone. This is clearly apparent from the opening song “Deliver Us” which depicts the suffering of the Hebrew people in Egypt and also the hope of Moses.

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4) This film also does an excellent job of immediately establishing the brotherly relationship between Moses and Ramses. It’s fun and honest, which makes the following events all the more heartbreaking.

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5) Val Kilmer is quite effective in the role of Moses, being able to provide a healthy balance of his youthful joviality and privilege early on and the wisdom that would come to define the character later.

6) This film has three noteworthy actors who have very little lines. The first two of these are Patrick Stewart as Pharaoh Seti and Helen Mirren as The Queen.

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Neither of them sing, so their lines are few and unfortunately Mirren feels wasted in the part (less of a comment on her acting, which is top notch as usual, and more from the lack of screen time). Stewart, however, gives Seti some depth. We see him as father and ruler, both roles where he cares about his people, but also murderer of Hebrew babies which gives him a sinister feel.

7) Moses could have been painted as a spoiled brat while acting as prince of Egypt, but he takes responsibility for his actions and mistakes while also trying to shield Ramses from some of their father’s heavy expectations.

8) Tzipporah is established as fierce as heck from the get go.

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Kept as a foreign slave in her first scene, she still fights back with great vigor despite being in a room who don’t care if she dies by the hands of the pharaoh. Michelle Pfeiffer imparts some of the strength she brought to Catwoman into the part and it’s a wonderful take on the biblical figure.

9) Sandra Bullock may have more lines than Helen Mirren, Patrick Stewart, and (later) Danny Glover, but for some reason I’m always wanting more of her and her character Miriam by the time the film ends. I like what I see, I just wish there were more of her in the film (I think).

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10) For some reason I don’t feel the way about her brother Aaron, who is voiced wonderfully by Jeff Goldblum. That may be because we see Aaron develop from non-believer to believer over the course of the film (wheres Miriam is consistently good and believing in Moses) and Jeff Goldblum plays both the doubter and the supporter well.

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11) Continuing with the excellent music in this film, “All I Ever Wanted,” carries with it that sense of grandeur as well as the heartbreak of Moses denying his true heritage.

12) Moses’ nightmare is one of the most memorable non-musical sequences out of the film (not THE most memorable but one of them), and this is done both through the unique hieroglyphic art style and the lack of dialogue. It is true visual storytelling.

13) Remember how I said Tzipporah is fierce as heck? Well, that continues throughout the film when she decides to drop Moses into a well as a bit of payback for being a prince of Egypt (although she does help him out because he helped her escape the palace).

14) Danny Glover is the third actor who doesn’t have enough lines. He plays the role of Jethro, a character with about ten spoken lines (more or less) and then the rest of his role is in song. And Danny Glover doesn’t sing the song.

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In the little dialogue Glover does give though, he is able to establish Jethro as a man who’s heart is as big as his stature. I just wish we’d heard more of him.

15) I mentioned in The Road to El Dorado the effectiveness of using a song to cover large gaps of time. This film is no different, initial with Jethro’s song “Through Heavens Eyes.” It’s a rousing and hopeful number which talks of the Hebrew god and how we can only know our worth when trying to look through (one guess what I’m going to say next) heaven’s eyes. In that time we cover Moses learning what a free life is from these people, his growing humility, and his blossoming relationship with Tzipporah (and eventual marriage).

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16) The Burning Bush.

Val Kilmer provides the voice of god in this film, although that wasn’t the initial plan. Originally all the actors in the film were going to voice god at the same time, and were told to whisper so they wouldn’t overpower each other. When the time came to record Kilmer’s lines, they realized someone had to speak louder. It was a happy realization, as the filmmakers later noted that god usually speaks to us as the little voice in our own heads. And it parallels the Cecil B. Demille version of The Ten Commandments where it is said (although I don’t think confirmed) that Charlton Heston also provided the voice of god while also playing Moses.

17) Moses telling Tzipporah about his encounter with the burning bush is another fine example of how filmmaking is primarily a VISUAL medium. We don’t hear a word they saw to each other, but we see him talking and we see her reaction and we know EXACTLY what is happening.

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18) Ralph Fiennes performance as Ramses is at its best when Ramses becomes villainous and conceited. Hmm, Ralph Fiennes playing a villainous and conceited villain. Sounds familiar…

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19) Playing with the Big Boys is the only real villain song in this film.

Performed by the evil lackeys Hotep and Huy (who are voiced wonderfully by Steve Martin and Martin Short respectively), the song shows off just how dark things in the Egypt really are and how tricky these two “magicians” are. Martin and Short breathe wonderful life and evil fun into the song, and even recorded their dialogue together. And the scenes uses wonderful use of darkness and shadows to make us feel like Moses is in over his head. Which in a way, he is. But the film wouldn’t be interesting if things were easy for the protagonist.

20) The growing conflict between Moses and Ramses is heartbreaking and I give credit to all those involved in this film for that. The directors, the writers, the animators, Val Kilmer & Ralph Fiennes, everyone. We see them go from the best of friends to archenemies and neither of them wants to be in that position. But they are, and they each think they’re doing what is best for their people. It hurts a lot to watch.

21) “The Plagues” is also a great example of how this film condenses what could have been a massive chunk of time into a little two-and-a-half minute song.

It also does not make light of the plagues either. The plagues were horrible. True wrath of god type stuff that ruined people’s lives. And this song is an epic but dark representation of just what those were like while also developing the conflict between Moses and Ramses.

22) I’m not as familiar with my biblical readings as maybe I should be, but I like that this film depicts Moses reaching out to Ramses one last time before he releases the final plague. It is one final reminder that they are or, more appropriately, were brothers. And they almost seem to understand each other, to make peace. But they don’t. Meaning the final and most awful plague is released.

23) I don’t want to get into my own theological beliefs or philosophies, but I am always sickened about the death of the first borns of Egypt.

The scene is animated beautifully but the entire thing is heartbreaking. The idea of a god who will take away the lives of children just to get what he wants, even though he later claims that we are all his children, just never sits right with me. I just…it sickens me. That’s all I can say. It sickens me.

24) “When You Believe” is probably THE song from this film. It won the Oscar for best original song that year, beating out “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” by Aerosmith. It is the perfect representation of the power of hope and belief which is the central theme of this film. Michelle Pfeiffer and Sally Dworsky (along with the film’s chorus) do an excellent job performing the song written by Stephen Schwartz, but the pop version performed by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey is just as good.

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25) I think the most memorable part of this film has to be the parting of the Red Seas. And it could just be for this image alone:

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That is such a powerful image which really gets across the wonder of what we’re seeing. A representation of the scene which few if any adaptations of the Exodus story have ever lived up to and which I think only animation can bring to life so wonderfully.

26) After the Red Sea crashes down and Ramses is washed away, we see Moses looking off in the distance and hear Ramses screaming, “MOSES!” The filmmakers have suggested that this may be in Moses’ head and that Ramses might actually be dead. I like that idea. It shows Moses still has hope for his brother.

27) And since this is an adaptation of Exodus, of course it has to involve the Ten Commandments in some way. I’m just glad that it’s the last shot of the film. A nice way of ending the story.

It makes sense to end a family film there, as opposed to Moses finding his people worshipping a false idol (a golden cow, I think) and smashing the tablet before God destroys the idol and forces his people to wander the desert for 40 years to kill off the rebellious generation. Oh, and Moses didn’t get to go into the promised land.

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What’s not family friendly about that?


The Prince of Egypt is a great animated film who’s popularity has unfortunately lost steam in recent years. It represents its story well without beating you over the head with the religion, the animation and music are gorgeous, and the voice acting is top notch (if a little wasted at times). I highly recommend you see it.

dj-bayeux-tapestry  asked:

What about modern lizardfolk

(With reference to this post here.)

That whole post is about riffing on old-school fantasy stereotypes - which is precisely why I’m not going to touch lizard-men with a ten-foot pole.

The old-school fantasy stereotype of lizard-men is “a bunch of mud-dwelling, spear-chucking savages whose hobbies include worshiping false idols and cannibalism”, which is… well, Jesus Christ. And people say orcs are bad for unfortunate implications. You ain’t seen nothing yet!

I’m sure there are any number of options for rehabilitating them, but doing so by riffing on their old-school characterisation without coming off as howlingly racist in the process would take a better writer than I.

Hayley's a hateful b*%#h (18+) (Expansion)

Oh how the mighty have fallen. How could someone once the cream of the crop now be a national embarrassment? But to answer this question I have to go back. Her name was Hayley Winford. She was a rich, preppy, and popular upperclassmen at Montclair High. She spent her lunch periods with multiple different rich white lacrosse players on multiple different days. She was prom queen junior year, and prom queen senior year. Hayley had it all. Including a killer frame. She was a soccer player so she had a flat toned stomach she liked to show off at any occasion, toned thighs and a perky ass, and a pair of store bought double-d’s. If there was a stereotype for the white American teenager this was it.

It was only when the fat people hate Instagram page showed at Montclair High. She was an active contributor to the page and proud of it. She knew no matter how controversial and offensive the things she said were that she wouldn’t be punished. She was untouchable. She was notorious for roaming the halls and belittling any fat kids that wandered into her view. Still she was respected and loved, nothing was too far for her to not be under the umbrella of “Feisty”. Little did all of her friends and fans know what would happen to her next and how this whole incident would come back to bite her.
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January 06, 2017: Hayley was on her usual walk home down the quiet suburban upper class neighborhood. For once she wasn’t walking with a friend or an ex or an ex-friend. Witnesses say a gray van pulled up next to her and honked its horn twice before a man wearing a black balaclava and black tank top grabbed her by the throat and dragged her into the back of the van. She wasn’t seen again for nearly 48 hours. In that time news stations across the country exploded with reports of the rich, white, Christian girl who’s been kidnapped. They broadcasted slideshows of hayley’s half naked body from her swimming days, pictures of her with her other white friends, pictures of her at Catholic school. The perfect missing white girl story. It was the perfect bite for newscasters to spew up. But a nightmare for Hayley Winford

Some students called it karma. Others called it terrorism. Some even called it an act of God. But all I know are the facts. January 9th, Wednesday morning 7:00 am. Students began to filter into Montclair High School all standing around on the campus green with cups of coffee waiting for their friends to show up. In the front of the school there was a large red curtain covering the school’s main stage. It drew students attention as they began to gather around. At the exact sound of the first bell, the curtain fell. It revealed Hayley Winford, standing on stage in a pair of panties and a bra, metal shackles around her ankles fixing her to the pole back stage. Students all gasped

“Hayley?” Frightened voices whispered through the crowd. “Yo, she’s hot af” a voice yelled from the audience. Student faculty members began sprinting towards the stage to get her down, when the loudspeaker system of the school turned on. A deep modulated voice called out “Take another step, and the girl dies.” The faculty members froze in their tracks and the audience fell silent.

“My name is unimportant, but my message is paramount.” The robotic voice said menacingly.

“The young woman you see before you is a supporter of hate speech, racism, and homophobia. She must be punished for her uncivilized treatment of others and abhorrent beliefs.” The voice droned. Chuckles of disbelief spread through the crowd, as is common when someone liked is criticized and accused of something. The projector secured to the film rooms window from the 4th floor of the building adjacent to the stage turned on and projected an image that was brightened by the dark morning sky.

“Don’t believe me?” The voice chuckled

A screenshot of a previously deleted conversation appeared against the wall displaying Hayley’s use of islamophobic and anti-refugee slurs. The crowd gasped as their image of this star student fell apart. Hayley said something for the first time since being revealed. “It’s not true! That’s fake!” She yelled out to the audience trying to win back their love and affection. The slideshow continued to a direct message between her and a on-campus BLM page, where she threw slurs and her beliefs in a drunken rage. The crowd gasped again, some people muttering phrases under their breath and insults.

“Never worship false idols” The voice said again. The last screenshot appeared showing a deleted comment she made on the profile of Charlie booker, star High School student who was killed in a drunk driving incident two months ago. She commented “Rot in hell man whore, that’s what happens when you have two dads, it’s god’s will” The entire crowd began to boo in unison, throwing trash and empty coffee cups onto the stage at Hayley who was now in tears.

“Now that I’ve shown you the truth behind this woman, I’m going to present you all with an ultimatum.” The robotic voice croaked. Hayley continued to sob, humiliated that her true wicked personality was revealed to hundreds of her peers.

“Over the last 48 hours your beloved student has been endowed with a curse, a curse with a great power that can only be activated by speech.” The voice claimed. The entire crowd scoffed once the words ‘curse’ were audible. Was this all a big act? An art display with Hayley as the main character? They all thought to themselves. Nearly the entire school was present in front of the stage now, faculty members frantically yelling into their comm devices while staying a certain amount away from the stage according to the demands of the terrorist.

The projector changed to a slide of a black slate. “A five letter word will appear on this slate.” The terrorist said. In big yellow font the letters. “B-I-T-C-H” flashed upon the wall. This was the moment everything got serious. None of the students really knew why they took it so seriously but a silenced hush spread across the crowd. The echo of the loudspeaker traveled across the campus, the only sound was that of the seagulls overhead.

“With each utterance of this word Hayley will exponentially change into the same group of people she has targeted and tormented all these years” The voice began to laugh before cutting off

“Alright students!” A teacher yelled into a bullhorn. “All students please stay silent, regardless of the validity of these claims we can’t take any chances! Please follow faculty members off campus!” The echoing of the voice grew quieter and quieter until silence. Students began to shuffled away from the stage. Until..

“BITCH!!” A guy’s voice yelled from the crowd as he ducked and hid his face. The crowd gasped and turned back to the stage in curiosity. “Stop!” Scattered through the crowd at the culprit, one man who was identified as Hayley’s ex-boyfriend chased after the guy full speed off campus grounds.

Hayley stood on the stage in her underwear, dried tears on her cheek. She shifted uncomfortably as the crowd’s eyes all moved to her, her shackles clanking with the movement of her legs. She began to breathe quickly. Her flat stomach began to groan and grumble, audible due to the silence of the crowd.

“W-Wha” She began to mumble incoherently while shaking her head. The hissing sound of air echoed across the stage. Her belly began to rise and grow. She placed her hands over her belly trying to push it.

“N-No!” She yelled

Her belly began to expand outwards taking the shape of a pregnant woman’s stomach, her tits rested on top. Her thighs began to grow,swallowing her panties.. As her ass grew fatter her undies wedged in between, creating a thong. Her body jiggled as she shifted nervously, tears pouring down her face. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hand to no avail.
. “N-no!” She cried in disbelief. “Make it stop! Make it s- oooohhhh” she moaned out uncontrollably. Her body stopped growing, the air hissing hushed. She was left looking 20 pounds heavier, her pudgy belly nearly round, her double-d’s ever so rounder, her thighs and ass delightfully thicker. Hayley looked down at her body carefully as if she was an active bomb, an expression of terror on her face. She looked out to the hushed crowd, as if to beg “please don't”. You could’ve heard a pin drop, everyone frozen not knowing what to expect.
“BITCH!” The high pitched voice of a chubby Latina girl called out passionately, as if getting revenge. The crowd reacted instantly, girls gasping and some of Hayley’s friends sobbing in fear, some faces smiled, some faces laughed, and one just stared.
Hayley began to panic, crying again. The hissing began, louder this time. Hayley’s life was falling apart. She wanted to scream, cry, puke and piss herself all at the same time. She sobbed on the stage, everyone staring at her growing form. Her belly grew rounder, forming a fold on the side near her love handles. Her arms and wrist grew chubby, her hands staying the same size. Her thighs grew so wide that she had to adjust her stance and spread her legs apart. Her panties finally snapped, the elastic flying into the crowd. Some people cheered as if it was the final touchdown in a football game. Hayley’s legs began to shake, her knees turning towards one another. Her bra latch creaked and bent, her giant tits now overflowing the cups. *Snap!* Her bra flew into the crowd her round perky tit’s bouncing on top of her fat belly. “Noooo!!” She sobbed, trying to cover herself entirely ashamed.
“BITCH!” Another voice called out before running out of the crowd, avoiding lunges and punches thrown at him. He made it off campus, throwing up his hood as five lacrosse jocks chased him. Hayley’s body loudly rumbled, echoing over the panicking crowd. Hayley’s cheeks begin to puff out, her arms and legs chubby, her fat ass exposed as well as her puffy pussy, her tits beginning to leak breast milk. Hayley’s best friends are at the front of the stage, reaching out to their leader as she balloons and bloats.
“BLOAT BITCH, BLOAT!” A guy screamed. Hayley’s body quivers, the hissing increasing, she sobs a little bit harder every time someone screams the word.
“No more! Pweeease!!” She tried to yell through her chubby cheeks, flapping her arms. Her belly was round and taut, her arms beginning to become part of herself. It was like she was turning into a giant blueberry. The hissing continued, the crowd panicked, a mix of emotions. Hayley grew rounder and rounder, barely able to stand on her own. Her pussy began to get wet in front of the whole crowd, either from arousal confusion or fear.
“BITCH!” One voice yelled. “POP, FAT BITCH!” Another followed. Her legs could barely support herself. She collapsed under her own weight, her body jiggling in shock. Half the crowd cheered and chanted as she rolled into her beg, showing her ass and pussy to the audience. Her feet and hands flapped in detest.
“Bitch!” “Fuck you bitch!” “Racist bitch!” The insults kept coming, and Hayley kept growing, her body spherical. Her body groaned and freaked, reaching its limit. She just kept ballooning up, like a blimp. She was no longer the size of any girl she was nearly reaching the ceiling of the stage, filling the entire stage floor.”Bitch gonna pop!” One guy yelled, laughing to himself. The administration ran around in panic, trying to stop the kids from yelling and grabbing those who do. Nothing can stop the crowd, they all want to join in. Her giant body casting a shadow over the crowd. She’s nearly at capacity and she knows it, it’s amazing she made it this far. She whimpers and moans, her face surrounded by her inflated body. Her body creaks like a plastic balloon being rubbed. One kid from the crown calmly stood up, closing his laptop and sliding it into his satchel. He stood up and walked through the panicking chaotic crowd, coming out the other side and towards campus doors. He walked right out, phone in his hand as various police, students, and teachers ran past him towards the crowd. He stepped across the threshold. *BOOM* echoes across the campus and the streets surrounding, sending a shockwave followed by the screams of the crowd, both excited and horrified. The crowd began running and stampeding off campus. Yet this one student calmly waited for the public bus, not a care in his mind. As police zoomed around the block, sirens wailing. He boarded the bus, taking a seat. He pulled out his laptop and opened it. He opened a complicated script program. A blinking white dash over the text box. He began typing.
Back at the campus, the crowd dispersed, only leaving administrators stumbling around in panic and police officers arriving and parting off the crime scene. Over the loudspeaker the robotic voice begins. “Hayley is gone, along with her hatred and negative world views. That’s one down, a few billion to go. That’s a point for the good guys, the people who saw something, said nothing, and did something. This is only the beginning.” The voice echoes across the campus, everyone stopping in anticipation, total silence. The weight of the words and it’s threat lay over the crowd like a thick fog. *click*…the sound of white noise goes over the loudspeaker. The Mario death noise plays over the speaker before cutting off.
Back on the bus the boy sits, smiling at his screen. He closes the lid and puts the laptop away. Staring out the window as ambulances and fire trucks drive past.

He saw something. He said nothing. He did something.

August 17th, 2017: And that’s everything I know. Those are the facts. That’s what happened. I’m writing this letter because I am going away for a long time. You will not find me, you will never find me, so use this to remember and immortalize me and my actions. And know that across the world, somewhere I am doing the same to another person, another human who deserves to feel the karma of their actions. I will clean the world of them all, every last one. I’ve seen something, I’ve finally said something, and I’ve done something. Now It’s time to do it again.

-Yours truly, [REDACTED]

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“Let us give thanks to He Who Walks Behind the Rows, who protects our crops and keeps the infidel and unbeliever in the torments of Hellfire eternal. Amen.”

-Eli Porter, “Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest”

Cherish

Author’s Note: this is part of the @kpoptrashnetwork welcome gift. i was paired with my dear, dear friend @the-porcelain-doll-xo, whom i’ve only known for a short time but admire completely. <3

Summary: A snapshot of your relationship with Bang Yongguk after you see him at a wedding

Genre: fluff; very light angst

Pairing: Yongguk x Reader (oc; ambiguous gender) (i wrote this with yongguk in mind, however his name is never said. so this could be optional bias, depending on your mood)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1,741

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The night you met him, you thought you couldn’t love him any more than this.

Much unlike you and, surely, impossible, the sight of him made your heart stumble in its rhythm, tripping over his hair, his jaw, his neck. Off to the side of the dance floor and holding a flute of champagne with the same care he’d give to a lover, he was talking. He was talking, lips moving and shaping words as though each deserved a kiss as they passed along his tongue, and you were surrendering to a minute state of mourning, saddened that you could not hear his voice. He was talking, and the world around you was changing.

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Always Think for Yourself

by Saṃsāran  

We live in a time when many people are losing faith in the traditional Gods but mankind seems to have a desperate need for worship. So, we worship celebrities. Movie stars. Royalty. Athletes. Fake preachers and gurus. Yet they too let us down. They get caught in a scandal, they say something inappropriate when they are drunk, beat their wives. They bilk the trusting and are caught.

Then the false gods plummet to the Earth. 

You see,  just as we are fond of setting up false idols to worship so are we keen on seeing them fall. Never worship human beings. Human beings are frail and worship often tears them apart. They will fail you. They will always fail you. 

Always think for yourself.

Believe nothing merely because you have been told it. Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher. But whBatsoever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings - that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide.

– Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, The Kalama Sutta

anonymous asked:

Dick and Jason having a "brotherly" competition to see who Tim's Robin REALLY was. Jason claims he was because "I was Robin when he figured out the identities. Plus I died!" "He learned MY identity first, Jay. Plus we met at the circus, we have a connection," and it gets to the point where they end up having to ask Tim who his Robin is. And he thinks for a moment and says. "I am, I'm my own Robin."

“You think I’d look up to you losers? Nah, you guys set such low standards that I was able to breeze pass. I continue to inspire myself every day. I don’t know how the demon brat possibly hopes to live up to my shadow” (except it’s all a lie cause Tim has his self-esteem in the negatives and lowkey hates himself and doesn’t feel worthy of his titles lololol)

(also false in that Tim worships Dick and still fanboys over knowing him. Tim’s Robin totally was Jason though, Dick retired too young for Tim to truly know him so he grew up with Jason and loved his confidence and brilliance. He will keep this secret until the day he dies because he will never disclose how much it hurt when Jason attacked him and called him replacement) 

thekinderbeast  asked:

I saw a documentary recently, in which they said, Iceland became Christian basically because Denmark became Christian and imprisoned every Iceland not der on it's soil, sending an ultimatum to Iceland, that they would execute them, if Iceland wouldn't convert. A heathen law man, respected by Christians and Heathens alike, was in the end asked to decide. After some days he decided that Iceland should become Christian by name but in private every Icelander was free to do whatever. Can you confirm?

Sæl vinur,
(Hello friend,)

For the most part, yes, but also not exactly, because we should add a dash of ‘it’s complicated’ just to be safe. Allow me to briefly retell the story:

All of the parts are correct, but the interpretation of all those parts together is up for some debate. After all, documentaries are not exempt from having a bias, and not in the sense of having an agenda, but just because it is simply human nature to have certain inclinations. I suppose it is better to say that the documentary may have made some claims or assumptions that could be seen from various perspectives, and every interpretation is but one perspective out of many. I am finding myself being carried away in a moment of philosophical contemplation, so I digress (my apologies, but, in my defense, those are things we ought to think and talk about).

Anyway, Iceland was indeed pressured by Norway and not exactly Denmark. To be more specific, though, it was King Olaf Tryggvason who truly pressured the Icelanders, especially after his missionary, Thangbrand, returned from there with little success in 999.(1.) After this, the king not only imprisoned Icelanders as hostages (not a ton, mind you), but he also closed off Norwegian ports to Icelandic merchants.(2.) Now this was a big deal. Iceland was an island, after all, which meant that many goods needed to be imported. I would argue that it was not only the pressure from executing hostages that placed an ‘ultimatum’ on Iceland, but the economic strangling that King Olaf placed around their necks.

Yet, there were hostages, and they were the often the “sons and daughters of prominent Icelandic pagans.”(3.) Furthermore, King Olaf did threaten to “maim or kill [them] unless Iceland accepted Christianity.”(4.) Yet, this, as I mentioned above, was not the only force creating pressure. Believe it or not, there were already Christian Icelanders, some of which were fairly prominent, too.(5.) Why would they need to care about someone else’s family members? Unless they had some sort of bonds through kinship, they didn’t. 

There was something else on the line here, though. An aspect of Iceland’s foreign policy was to maintain a good relationship with Norway for two reasons: family and economic ties.(6.) Many Icelanders, whether pagan or Christian, had family in Norway, and therefore would prosper from continued positive relations. Furthermore, as already mentioned, Norway was Iceland’s major trading partner, and a falling through would be devastating on the economic front.

As for the “heathen law man,” his name was Thorgeir Thorkelsson, a chieftain (goði) from the farm of Ljósavatn in the Northern Quarter.(7) Most of what the documentary seems to have said pans out to be true, although his motives are, you guessed it, up for debate. Various accounts do agree, though, that he was indeed the Lawspeaker to make this decision.(8.) Here is an account from Njal’s Saga:

“Thorgeir lay for a whole day with a cloak spread over his head, and no one spoke to him. The next day people went to the Law Rock; Thorgeir asked for silence and spoke: ‘It appears to me that our affairs will be hopeless if we don’t all have the same law, for if the law is split then peace will be split, and we can’t live with that. Now I want to ask the heathens and the Christians whether they are willing to accept the law that I proclaim.’” 

They all assented to this. Thorgeir said that he wanted oaths from them and pledges that they would stick by them. They assented to this, and he took pledges from them.

‘This will be the foundation of our law,’ he said, ‘that all men in this land are to be Christians and believe in one God - Father, Son and Holy Spirit - and give up all worship of false idols, the exposure of children, and the eating of horse meat. Three years’ outlawry will be the penalty for open violations, but if these things are practiced in secret, there shall be no punishment.’

All of these heathen practices were forbidden a few years later, so that they could neither be practiced openly nor in secret.” (9.)

He was indeed a heathen, and he did, as illustrated above, for some unknown reason, deem that Iceland should adopt Christianity. It is also true that heathen practices were allowed afterwards, but not indefinitely. In Ari Thorgeirsson’s Íslendingabók, he says this about what happened afterwards:

“And he (Thorgeir Thorkelsson) brought his speech to a close in such a way that both sides agreed that everyone should have the same law, the one he decided to proclaim. It was then proclaimed in the laws that all people should be Christian, and that those in this country who had not yet been baptised should receive baptism; but the old laws should stand as regards the exposure of children and the eating of horse-flesh. People had the right to sacrifice in secret, if they wished, but it would be punishable by the lesser outlawry if witnesses were produced. And a few years later, these heathen provisions were abolished, like the others.” (10.)

So, given that account, people were “free to do whatever,” but only during this period of transition. Now, we may enter the realm of reasonable probability, but that, of course, comes with its limitations. Still, we can assume that it was quite possible that people still remained heathen for quite some time, yet this would have been difficult, mainly due to social pressures. It may have been more likely that some families retained their heathen traditions in somewhat of a hybrid religious state, in which they worshipped both Christ and the old gods. This was actually not unheard of. In Landnámabók, the Icelandic Book of Settlements, a man named Helgi the Lean is described as such:

“Helgi’s faith was very much mixed: he believed in Christ but invoked Thor when it came to voyages and difficult times.” (11.)


My final judgement is to say that this documentary was correct, of course, but not an ‘absolute truth’ on the matter. Besides there not being such a thing as an ‘absolute truth’, especially in regards to history, the documentary only provided one telling of a complicated tale; there were quite a few complications likely not discussed in the documentary. 

After all, there was more going on behind the scenes back when King Olaf was taking hostages. Furthermore, although Thorgeir allowed heathens to continue practice, this was only a temporary condition. Yet, even so, we do not truly know the reality that was in place. All we have are generalized accounts that tell us the ideal or legal standpoints. Let us not forget, either, that these very sources were written by the ‘winning’ party. As I said when I began this post, we all have a bias, whether we like it or not. There is no shame in this, but it must be known to properly handle the sources that we are given.

My advice, then, is to understand that documentaries, and even many works of academia, often only grant you one version of the story. Even the version I have told above leaves out certain details that honestly need consideration. Still, the documentary was not wrong, but there are always many levels of intricacy that truly need consideration before we can fully understand any given situation. 

Anyway, I truly am grateful that you asked this question. It was a pleasure to respond to it, and I do hope that you and many other prospers from my insights.

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With kindness and respect,)
Fjörn


FOOTNOTES:

1. Jesse L. Byock, Viking Age Iceland. (London: Penguin Books, 2001), 299.

2. Ibid.

3. Ibid.

4. Ibid.

5. I could talk about this for quite a while, but it would take us further from the question at hand than we ought to wander, at least for the time being.

6. Byock, 299.

7. Ibid., 300.

8. Ari Thorgeirsson’s Íslendingabók, chapter 7, and Njal’s Saga, chapter 105, give good accounts of this, and arguably with slightly different motives.

9. Robert Cook trans., Njal’s Saga, in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders, vol. III, edited by Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder. (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 127-8. (Chapter 105, pages 180-1 in the Penguin edition)

10. Ari Thorgeirsson, The Book of the Icelanders: Íslendingabók, translated by Siân Grønlie, edited by Anthony Faulkes and Alison Finlay. (London: University College London, 20016), 9. (Chapter 7)

11. Hermann Pálsson and Paul Edwards trans., The Book of Settlements: Landnámabók. (repr., 1972; Manitoba: University of Manitoba Press, 2012), 97. (Chapter 218)

You might have to go a different path than you expected. You might have to encounter people who refuse to accept you for who you are because they are intimidated, threatened, or they simply do not believe what you believe.

King Nebuchadnezzar was not pleased upon finding out that there were three men who would not bow down and worship the false idol he had set up. Their names were Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, and they paid no attention to the Babylonian king and his commands (Daniel 3:12). This made Nebuchadnezzar furious, and he ordered his strongest soldiers to take the men into the fiery furnace to be burned alive. As we read the rest of Daniel 3, it is revealed to us that God delivered them without a burn on their bodies. And amazed by the power of their God, Nebuchadnezzar promoted them.

Knowing how the story ends, if can be tempting to say, “well, that’s just what God did back then but it’s different now.” However, the same God who provided a way of escape for Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego when they didn’t fit into King Nebuchadnezzar’s rule is the same God will provide a way of escape for you. When you feel the pressure to fit in certain groups where you and your beliefs are not welcomed, know that God is not intimidated by this. He doesn’t need their approval in order to bring you out of the fire. Whether you’re dealing with intense pressure or it’s much more passive and subtle, God sees and hears it all, and just like He became the fourth person in that fiery furnace that brought these three men out, He will do the same for you. And in doing so, you will become an example to those around you, and God will bless you in ways that you never even anticipated.

It takes bravery to trust the Lord in this way, but it is always worth it to be obedient to Him, even if it means not always fitting the mold of what everyone else is doing. So keep your head high. Not everyone is going to “get you” or believe what you believe, but God is still with you.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

[As-Samad/The Satisfied of All Needs/The Unique/ The Everlasting Refuge]
We learn from Surah Ikhlaas, Allah is unique in the sense that He is not in need anyone, while everyone is in need of Him. His uniqueness is self-evident in terms of birth, life and death. He has eternally existed before He brought anyone or thing into being or caused it to die. Nor is there anyone compared to Him in the remotest degree. “Allah, The Everlasting Refuge.” ‎﴾‬‎‎1‬‎1‬‎2‬‎.‬‎2‬﴿‬ Allah is sought by all people in times of need. When in trouble or distress, man realises that he is helpless and so turns to the source of all goodness and mercy. And Allah is always there, ready to answer the call, “Allah delivers you from them and from every distress: yet you worship false gods.” ‎﴾‬‎6‬‎.‬‎6‬‎4‬‎﴿‬ If you seek deliverance of other beings other than Allah, you are betraying your trust in Him. “Call on those whom you assume (to be gods) apart from Him, they have no power to relieve your affliction, nor can they change it. ‎﴾‬‎1‬‎7‬‎.‬‎5‬‎6‬‎﴿‬
This does not change the fact that Allah is the only Refuge.
Allah, may He be exalted, said; "I am as My servant thinks of Me, and I am with him if he calls me.” [Al-Bukhari, Muslim]
The good servant thinks and believes that Allah is the refuge, the One who answers and is The Protector. ‎

You know, as much as the fandom and the games seem to go on and on about the Dalish elves being wrong about their gods, wrong about the Evanuris, worshipping false deities, evil monsters, completely depraved evil demons of darkness, and whatever else have you. All I can say now is:

HA!

The Evanuris won.

Originally posted by gif-007

Sorry, Solas. You won the battle, but you lost the war. That would be the war for the hearts and minds of the elven people, by the way. When it came right down to it, the surviving portion of the People chose to remember and honor the Evanuris. They were the ones stories were handed down about, they were the ones remembered as protectors. The ones who were beloved, cherished, and loved by the common people. Enough so that their religion survived, their names were passed down through history, and their legend took on new meaning.

History is written by the victors and all that jazz.

Does it matter what really happened? To some people probably, but I think the will of the modern Dalish elves gets forgotten and discarded. They get treated like foolish children who don’t understand anything, and that’s almost a direct quote from several sources. And yes, they have come a long way from where they were. But, I think that sells the whole situation short. In the end, their Elvhen ancestors knew what they were doing. The Dalish themselves kept choosing to return to their legends, preserving them as best they could despite the constant push to destroy their culture and their identity. They hang onto these scraps of cultural identity, trying to repair them as best they can. Maybe the Evanuris were monsters, but they mattered to the Elvhen people. You don’t get remembered in history, really, if you didn’t do something to earn it. Especially not history that we can suppose is this old and lost to time. It’s not just that they were gods to their people, they had to be beloved by them. Whatever Solas says about the “plebs” and immature children believing in fairy tales, the fact of the matter is the Evanuris mattered. They might have been feared, but they were also loved. Societies like this are in large part consensual on some level. I think it does the People a disservice to take the “ignorant” and “foolish” lines from Solas purely at face value.

More than that, if we go even by our #1 Fan Felassan, Fen’Harel… wasn’t really that great anyway.

So, they “vilified” the Dread Wolf, but their stories are actually a fairly accurate if simplified version of what happened. It’s just the other side. It honestly leads me to believe that (whatever else Weekes wants to say about Solas’ appeal) he really wasn’t that popular with a large swath of the Elvhen people. His view of events didn’t survive, he’s remembered only as a tormenter of modern Dalish and destroyer of their world. He’s a boogeyman at worst and chaotic neutral at best. Seen as selfish and cruel, laughing at the misery he causes.

If any group in the setting seems to worship him, it’s the Chantry. Oh the irony. Still, he would be the “Maker” of the modern world. Whether or not Mythal is Andraste, though, I suppose it doesn’t matter.

In my heart, I sort of know the Evanuris are going to get the short side of the genocidal maniac stick. The narrative is gearing up to support his actions as Good Man Does Terrible Things to Combat Greater Evil or Evil Fights Greater Evil. We’ve already got Solas insisting Andruil practiced what I will just guess is human/elven sacrifice. Falon’din filled oceans with blood in the pursuit of his own narcissim. Mythal was a goddess of vengeance (but did nothing wrong to anyone ever except maybe start a war with the Titans and made the best of a bad situation then got murdered). However, I will say that Solas’ motivation for starting a war with the others was because the murdered Mythal and that’s by his own words. If anything, when we see him again in Trespasser, that’s mostly what makes them monsters to him.

They became gods by being victorious in war, became honored, and then people began worshiping them as they accumulated more power. It’s telling to me also that he views the Qun as slavery, just as much if not more so as the slavery in Tevinter. Slavery to an ideal is the same as slavery that results in actual physical bondage. Which begs the question of which kind did the Elves practice? In spirit and ideal? In physical? Both? It’s unclear.

I dunno. I’d like to think that there’s a lot more to this story than just the surface layer, but I also don’t have much confidence in Bioware actually telling it.

I do think it’s funny when you get right down to it though. I don’t believe the Dalish are stupid, immature children. I don’t believe they are worshiping “false gods” or that their entire religion is fake. It doesn’t really matter what the “true” story is. It’s legit as any other religion in Thedas because all it really takes to have a religion is faith. It doesn’t matter what the Evanuris really were, they’ve become a way that the Dalish use to explain their culture, a symbol of what they’ve lost, what they’ve recovered, and what they’ve made for themselves in a world that wants to destroy them. They take pride in it, and rightly so. Meanings and symbols change over time.

And I found the handling of elven lore in Inquisition frustrating to say the least. I don’t want the Dalish to be totally wrong. I don’t think they deserve that and I don’t think any narrative should be celebrated for shitting on their marginalized groups, especially ones that are coded to fulfill the Jewish/Roma position in our current medieval/renaissance/post-modern slurry that is modern Thedas.

I dislike it immensely is what I’m saying. I know where it’s most likely going from where it’s already gone and I don’t like it.

So put everything evil out of your life: sexual sin, doing anything immoral, letting sinful thoughts control you, and wanting things that are wrong. And don’t keep wanting more and more for yourself, which is the same as worshiping a false god.
—  Colossians 3:5