Anonymous asked: Okay, so now you've got me thinking about Vision's conversation with the rabbi and whether he counts as a creation of God, and so now I have to ask- I feel like the closest analogue to Vision in Judaism would be a golem? Like, he doesn't fit all the criteria for one but I feel like he's closer to being a golem than to being anything else
YEAH OKAY SAME.
And like I am so curious about whether Vision would even qualify to convert, according to Judaic law. I mean, okay, by and large I think Vision would work as a golem, with the Mind Stone in place of the shem (although admittedly his creation is a joint effort between Ultron and Tony Stark, so he’s half the direct creation of man and half the creation of a creation of man), but he does break the classic rule of being unable to speak, and he is sentient, which is generally a…questionable thing with regard to golems. Because, like, the question of the line of life, and creation thereof. But the Golem of Prague has some conflicting narratives that I suppose could allow some flexibility there maybe? MY POINT IS that the Vision probably qualifies as a golem, but I don’t think most golems are self-aware enough to attempt to convert formally to Judaism, so??? It’s not like I have any precedent to work with here.
There WAS a really solid post about this EXACT thing, but because I’m a GODDAMN IDIOT I forgot to reblog it and can’t find it again. So if someone finds that for me and/or some other information about the exact logistics of a high-tech golem converting to Judaism and an ex-unknowing-weapon-of-Nazis rejoining the faith (given that Wanda is genuinely penitent and has pretty much been used, I feel like that might be a more easily ameliorated situation than otherwise), HIT ME UP. Or, like, ask your neighborhood rabbi, because I live in a town too tiny to have a synagogue with a full-time rabbi and therefore I have never met them.
Anonymous asked: hello! have you seen the post floating around abt the national museum of american jewish history in philly? they are apparently looking for queer jewish stories and i was not sure if it applied to you? the post is a bit old but anyway~
Okay, so, the not-so-complicated story of my religious history is: I was raised Jewish for years, but I converted before I reached the age of studying for my bat-mitzvah. It’s still a really big part of my identity because…like…it just is, you know? I still have teachers and rabbis to make proud, even though I’ve fallen out of touch with most of them and the others have since died. So…like I don’t know if that post applies to me either, tbh.
Anonymous asked: Lurker again. First of all, I'm sorry I pissed you off. No, I absolutely did NOT realize that that would be the reaction. If I did I would have gladly STFU'd. I am sorry I added additional stress. As for why this particular post/explanation, I guess I've just read too many things about sexual assault recently and was in a bad mood myself (not excusing, just explaining). Again, I'm sorry I shat all over your day. I will refrain from commenting in future and remember to watch my tone elsewhere.
Hey, friend, I appreciate the apology. I totally get where you’re coming from, I have days like that too, and I think it was really adult of you to acknowledge it, so major props, my friend. Apology accepted, and I’d like to extend my own for getting cranky about it. I hope your mood cycles up again, and don’t hang yourself out to dry for this, okay? Like, for me. It’s not on you that I reacted badly–I’ve just had…a long damn semester. A long damn year if we’re all being honest, 2016 continues to kind of kick the shit out of me and everyone I love. And you too, it sounds like! So, like, don’t crucify yourself for a slip of temper, and make yourself a warm drink and here, have a video to improve your day.
Anonymous asked: Lurker here. I saw that post about "Baby It's Cold Outside." I still hate that song, because when you know the history, it just makes it more obvious why evil old farts think women are lying in the modern day about date rape. Because back in THEIR day, that was what consensual sex had to look like. TL,DR: Still hate this song.
Okay, look buddy, I’m not disagreeing with your ABSOLUTE PREROGATIVE to hate the song. You 100% have the right to stand by that, and I would never disagree with it. Your statement here is also completely accurate, and speaking as someone with a long ugly history of sexual assault (do you lurk enough to know that too, or are you just losing your temper?) I even agree with it. It was this attitude that you had to at least claim that you’d resisted in order to protect your reputation (”At least I can to say that I tried”) even if the sex was consensual that feeds into our modern culture’s total denial of date rape claims.
That being said, the specific song “Baby It’s Cold Outside” is radically different if you evaluate it as a song written in “their day” as opposed to the way most people do it, as a song written in our day. Culture is written in songs and stories, and this song speaks to a part of culture that is different today, that’s why it’s interesting. I’m not saying you have to like the song, nor am I questioning any skeeved-out feelings you have toward it, but there is a lot to be said for knowing one’s history in order to progress forward rather than backward, socially speaking.
Finally, may I ask why you felt the need to tell me specifically this thing? Because if you do lurk so often on my blog, as your intro implies, I don’t know what in particular you hoped to convey other than making me a little ill-tempered, because regardless of how you meant it, this ask comes off as fairly rude. And, as I have so frequently mentioned over the last few days, I am tired and stressed out about my family and generally exasperated with humanity. Like. You had to know I’d be inclined to take something like this a little poorly.
Anonymous asked: For the song otp thing, bicycle race by queen
I see you trying to trip me up and all I have to say is:
I hope this is as weird as you expected it to be. I feel like it fits the tone of the song. Two OTP’s, even though only half of each
pairing is present, and I guess this is more like…the start of plot than just an OTP thing.
“Once upon a time, there was a girl,” the
girl with the long hair murmurs, “and what no one knew was that the King of the
Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and he had given her certain
powers. Which I thought included a sense of direction, but clearly not,” she adds
with a scowl, her helmet tucked under one arm and her hip propped against the
motorcycle behind her. “Snickers, where
are we?”
The goblin in question peers out of her pack—where
she firmly stuffed him out of sight because wow
she is not explaining that to any cops who happen to pull her over—and stares,
wide-eyed, up at the town in front of them.
It looks…odd. The town, not the
goblin, Snickers looks pretty much how he normally does except slightly less
chocolate-smeared, because it’s been a good six hours since their last stop at
a gas station and his beloved candy bars have since run out. But the town…
Well.
Sarah’s not going to call the Arbys with the glowing lights overhead,
the park in the distance surrounded by a twelve-foot fence topped with barbed
wire (helpfully labeled ‘Dog Park: Do Not Enter, Look At, or Think About’ to
Sarah’s unusually good eyes), or the house apparently under a pillar of divine
light the weirdest thing she’s ever seen.
But she’s maybe considering adding it to the list.
Anonymous asked: Hi! I'm the person who usually comments on your stuff as torp. I just thought I'd drop by and let you know how much I enjoy your blog and your writing. I came across one of your fics by chance and you just sucked me in. Anyway, I hope your day has been/continues to be great!
*claps hands over face* Torp! Doll! You’re too nice to me I??? How do I do the compliment thing? Thank you so much, oh my god.
Anonymous asked: im so glad ive found someone who is also committed to erik and charles's tragic friendship i have been alone for so long
*tosses aside all other obligations* MY NEW BUDDY, I AM SO COMMITTED. I just. I’ve been a devotee of the tragic friendship since I was seven years old, okay, I’m not going to just wake up one day a shipper, and the tragic friendship is SO GOOD, Christ. Help me. And since I am SO UNSPEAKABLY THRILLED to have someone in my inbox talking to me about the tragic friendship, I had to figure out a way to show my appreciation, so HERE HAVE A FIC. I rustled up an old request from this prompt list at the start of the summer, so @littlestartopaz sorry it took me like six months. Also this is like long as fuck, taking place in the same movie-comics bastardization universe as the limitations of wax as an adhesive, so I’ll probably crosspost it to AO3.
Alone in the Light
X - Charles/Magneto
friendship (“You’re the only one I trust
to do this.”)
Erik was asleep. Charles couldn’t
feel his mind—was the man sleeping in
that helmet now? But even Erik Lensherr
needed sleep and a cursory sweep through the outermost thoughts of Erik’s
Brotherhood answered the question of his location.
I’m sorry, Charles told the
girl whose mind he was brushing up against.
She was young, a recent recruit, bilingual, with the keening,
perpetually frightened mind of someone not in control of their powers. Gentle, he assessed as he pushed further into
her mind, reaching to speak with her.
Not made for this violence. No
true animosity against humans, but nowhere else to go, either. A missing twin brother? I’m so
sorry, Wanda, I need to speak with him.
*squeak* YAY MORE ASK MEME. Y’all should send me more questions because YAY ASK MEME.
8) favorite genre to write
I already said this here, but it’s short so *throws confetti* FANTASY MOTHERFUCKERS
14) do you make playlists for your current wips?
HahahaHA yeah. Wow yeah. Not for fics, but my original works get HUGE playlists on Spotify, which then get subdivided by character or pairing or whatever. The Polaris playlist is like…seven hours long, with subsets of playlists for Seb/Jun Li, Lessa/Max, Lessa and Max individually, Marshal North, Marshal North and her wife, and one just titled Music for the Dead for the wakes and funerals at Polaris. The Falls the Shadow playlist (actually the Gunmetal Revelations playlist, because FtS is the first in a trilogy) is twelve hours long, with subplaylists for Sam/Michael, Oz/Kit, Billy/Colin, and the archangels and Lucifer. I go HARD AS FUCK on the playlist thing. And as usual you can blame the fuck out of @twistedangelsays for all of that, because prior to her encouragement I was too sheepish to make myself playlists for novels that didn’t even exist.
