I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.
This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.
This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.
But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.
I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.
I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.
I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.
I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.
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think about a slight canon divergent in 7x06 everyone is still at the bachelor party waiting for chim to get there when tommy gets the text that he has to go to work due to being on call and everyone witnesses the pouty-buck-puppy-eyed-tommy-eyes-face-smushed-back-rubbing-hug and just go
while eddie is just chugging his fourth vodka orange juice slouched in the chair bored
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Omgcp fans, if I may have your attention for a moment?
I've got something very important to share here with y'all:
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Thank you, carry on 😊
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could you draw nico babysitting kid will.......... the stoll twins cast smth on him idk but i think it would be funny to see nico dealing with a very (surprisingly) shy kid will who latches onto him
no maturity means no filter
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Every new detail uncovered about my landlord so far has been fucking INSANEE at this point i legit, unironically want to make a Down the rabbithole-esque complete documentary video about this guy
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It's kind of comforting to have part of your queerness kept inside by choice. Being closeted by force isn't comforting, but I think there can be a sense of peace when you choose not to talk about part of your queerness. It feels like I am able to honour myself on my own, and I'm able to be happy with myself and not include anybody else in that.
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i am being held captive by my own brain it's telling me I need to doodle them NOW and CONSTANTLY
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(sorry to fill your inbox with nonsense)
does anyone else have some crack plot wishes for It Runs? Mine is that Voldemort gets resurrected and goes upstairs in Grimmauld, Walburga sees him and immediately fires the killing spell, and his unstable soul fractures again and the bit goes on and attaches itself to the closest living being it finds: Kreacher. Hilarity ensues.
in all seriousness, I want to point out how I love the almost inside-jokey parallels that you manage to weave through the chapters and the derived fic e.g. Sirius inwardly making fun of Lily for thinking magic is what does Hogwarts’ laundry but having the same thought process for the radio and the chores at Voldemort’s house. Having that continuity reaffirmed gives so much depth and dimension to the story and makes it feel so alive.
Oh, my god, you have no idea how close you got to an abandoned plot! At some point, even if it was not in a crack way, and it would have made sense, Voldemort possessed Kreacher for about 5 minutes!
It's discarded, but seeing your first paragraph made me finch in surprise and also laugh so much, because in your scenario Kreacher would be a Horcrux and that would have been the funniest thing ever.
Ah, so happy you caught on to the dissonance going on in the head of a blood purist, even one as mild as Sirius, who truly isn't hateful and is generally accepting of non-pureblood! I just wanted to show, here and there, how this sense of superiority purebloods have is never based on logic, so it always falls so easily apart if anyone would look at it too closely.
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I often feel the need to point out that Lucy Gray did not leave because Coriolanus was a killer…she literally brought that topic up in a moment of relief that there would be no more killing (hopefully) to achieve peace in their lives. She was upset because he lied, as there was ONE thing she held above love: trust. She wanted to trust him—wanted the truth—and he screwed it up out of fear of her reaction. She wrote and performed live a song for him about how much she loved him AFTER HE KILLED THE GIRL THAT HAD BEEN MAKING HER LIFE A LIVING HELL! And with her, Billy Taupe gone, too. She realized killing was necessary, for they were both survivors. Their downfall was the lie, and that’s what haunts me about their story—to think what could have been had he just admitted his faults to her.
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