#thuging

[nonndrawz]

*Valhalla making Kratos face his Greek past for some unknown reason*

(Also Mímir there for emotional support)

[miraclemaya]

the fun thing about the word thug is that it is like three times over racially charged

[clawingatmywalls]

Not dealing with it

[ave09]

cheater

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: the title is very deceiving lmao. i’m still on my indy kick, and i’m about to write some han stuff bc i love that man. this is set after temple of doom and is just some nice fluff

“you cheat again dr. jones!” 

“i did not!” 

“once a cheat, always a cheat, dr. jones!” shorty exclaimed. you couldn’t help but laugh as you exited the kitchen, a plate of assorted fruits in your hands. 

indiana and shorty were seated on the floor, cards in hand. upon returning to shang hai, you all had decided to lay low for a bit. after dealing with the thugee cult and barely escaping with your lives, a break was very much needed. 

so you’d rented a hotel room and hadn’t left in three days, trying to rest and recharge.

you moved toward the coffee table that the two were seated near, placing the plate of fruit onto the table top. “honey, can you tell shorty that i’m not cheating?”

you glanced at your husband and shrugged, “i don’t know if i can, you do tend to cheat at these sort of games.” 

the man gasped dramatically, feigning offense, “i am wounded, sweetheart! my own wife thinks me out to be a cheater.” 

“you’ve done it one too many times indy, i just don’t know if i’d trust you with the cards.” 

indiana set his cards face down upon the floor, a devilish grin upon his face as he stood up, moving toward you.

“you think of me as dishonest? a scoundrel?” he asked, his hands resting upon your hips. you glanced up at him, a smile toying on your lips, “maybe, maybe not.” 

indiana leaned in slightly, “but you like me cause i’m a scoundrel.” 

“hm, i don’t know. i have a thing for nice men.” 

he scoffed, “honey, i’m the nicest man around.” he then pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. your arms snaked around his neck, while his drifted lower down your hips.

“hey! indy and the missus! stop that!” 

a laugh bubbled in your throat as you pulled away from your husband, glancing at the boy who’s expression had morphed into one of disgust.

indiana shook his head lightly, “y’know, sometimes i forget the kid is here.” “indy!”

“i’m just jokin’ honey.” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“ew, dr. jones!” 

[velvetvexations]

It's interesting how the word "thug" has a racist origin (in reference to the colonial myth of Thugee bandits in India) and you want to say like, what a good example of a word that's harmless now despite it's original nature, but actually in the present day it has a completely different heavily racist connotation.

It's the first time I've ever thought of a word as making what could be called a lateral career move.

[racefortheironthrone]

How do you rank the Indiana Jones movies overall? And what do you think are the main appeals and drawbacks of the movies?

Raiders.

Crusade.

Doom.

Those are the only Indiana Jones movies, as far as I'm concerned.

(I would argue Fate of Atlantis is the spiritual fourth movie and whenever Disney wants to reboot the franchise, that's what I'd start with.)

In terms of the main appeals, Raiders is a perfect action movie, Crusade is a good emotional/character-based ending to the trilogy even if it plays it a bit safe and schmaltzy, and Doom has the mine cart chase.

In terms of the drawbacks, there's a lot of problematic stuff in the DNA of Indiana Jones, because it's built from cliffhanger serials and turn of the century pulps. (Although to be fair to Kasdan, he did keep the worst of it out of his scripts.) In Raiders you've got the treacherous guides and the Hovitos as both threat and comedy plus all the Orientalism in the Cairo sequence. In Doom, you've got Lucas working out his issues with his ex-wife and then non-stop Orientalism from Short Round through to the dinner sequence in the palace through to the Thugee cult. Crusade probably has the least problematic elements of the original trilogy, but its hands aren't clean either.

[electricnik]

Origin of the Star Wars Chiss? Plus bonus easter egg.

I have a copy of The Lost Journal of Indiana Jones which was published in 2008 and is made up from research material for the movies which were also a Lucas Film franchise. Indiana Jones and the Temple Of Doom came out in 1984. The blue guys probably represent either Ram or Shiva, there was this whole mythology about blue gods about 4-5 thousand years ago and in India and South Asia they are still worshipped. The plot of the movie was about a surviving Thugee cult, whose actions somewhat resemble those of the Sith, with them collecting magic crystals and using the force to do evil deeds.

Apparently George Lucas and his team had roughed out the idea of the Chiss in the 70s but they wern't developed as characters until the 90s, mainly by Timothy Zahn and Troy Denning among others.

Also a nightclub in the movie is called Club Obi Wan.

[hompunkulus]

Atrocities of Religion and Satanism as the Voice of the Silenced and Enraged

Satanism is a philosophy of self-awareness, hedonism, and self-expression. It has been around for centuries in different guises through literature, art, or politics. In no order, we have William Blake, Hellfire Club, and Bavarian Illuminati. The aforementioned were based on rationalism on one end and gnosticism on the other.

On a less intellectual and more transgressive, and even criminal level, you have the Aghori (who are still around), Thugees, Hashishan, and Snake Witches (from Japan). The Aghori eat human flesh and excrement, cover their bodies with cremation ash and chant on corpses. The Thugees were an atrocious criminal society that worshipped Kali and offered heads of their kills to her. The Hashishan were Persian assassins that were trained not only in espionage and violence, but also in poisons and psychedelics. The Japanese Snake and Dog witches were known for human and animal sacrifices and having deadly curses at hand. But none of these groups are Satanists, they are mentioned for historical purposes of the general Left Hand Path, this is to say, all Satanisms and Satanists are Left Hand Path but not all Left Hand Paths are Satanic, although the Christian hive mind would say otherwise. That all paths not of Christ are of Satan.

Today, you have transgressive groups like Joy of Satan who glorify Nazi symbolism and Order of Nine Angles who have very real ties to Far Right militant extremists and CSA, mainly through an offshot the Tempel ov Blood. These are only two known Satanic groups, though. They are pebbles on a river bed in the grand scheme of modern Satanism.

Bigotry, CSA, and human sacrifice have no place in my philosophy and practice, or in that of the majority of the Satanic community.

A Little Devil Spit

The Holy Roman Catholic Church, and a number of Christian denominations, have an actual history of genocide, CSA, and xenophobia. The early Roman Catholics converted and murdered pagans, Christian Spaniards started the Inquisition, and the Quakers hunted, tortured, and murdered men, woman (mainly women), and children for, often false, accusations of witchcraft because of the verse in Exodus 22:18 "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

The early 90's saw a sickening amount of CSA cases coming from local churches and today we are still fighting battles against racism, xenophobia, sexism, homophobia, and transphobia within our House of Representatives, Supreme Court, and local police guided by outdated Puritan 'values'. Church and State are supposed to be seperate entities, today they are a dynamic villainy backtracking to Jim Crow and Inquisition era ideations.

What makes me a Satanist is I will, and have historically, used my voice to call bullshit when people accuse Satanism, witchcraft, and vampirism to be violent, extremist, and atrocious cults when it is clear who are the real leaders of said atrocities.

A quote that defines a big part of my Satanic belief is from the last interview with Anton LaVey, "I would say that I am a very happy man, an extremely happy man, in a compulsively unhappy world."

The doctrine of Satanism, if we learn from history and modern incarnations, is it is about intellectual discourse, carnal appreciation, and indulgence in the pleasures of life, and not about race wars or other such nonsense and ignorance.

[allusionssss]

Thuging it out until life thugs me out

[senthefen]

Almost done with this beauty, I absolutely despise drawing with charcoal but she's gorgeous so we're thuging it out

[sweetheartmotives]

My phone is still glitching, but I will thug it out!

Hooray! Thuging it out like uh sigmas or smth idk ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

I write Pentious as the bad bitch he is

Thuging

Fucking

And running

This shit.

That's just me.

[ave09]

wake up

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: the chokehold this man has on me. i watched all of the movies recently for the first time and i’m obsessed. and i’m also going through lots of personal issues and what better way to escape then to write about my new comfort character? and i will most likely write a whole heck of a lot more about my main man indy, also; this is set during temple of doom.

anxiety clawed at you.

this couldn’t be happening. it just couldn’t. 

the thugees had stripped you of everything. they’d taken away your freedom, the boy who was like a son to you, and your husband. 

your indy. 

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. you, indiana, and short round were to go on this adventure, retrieve the sankara stone, and return to shang hai. 

and yet here you were, about to be sacrificed to a god who went by the name of kali. 

clad in a white gown, you were wheeled off, where your untimely death would await.

imagine your surprise when you spotted your husband, standing tall alongside the thugees. your eyes widened at the sight. 

indiana’s shirt had been removed, his back littered with wounds, no doubt from a lashing. but instead of his normal self, where he always seemed to have something up his sleeve, he seemed calm.

too calm.

what had they done to him?

“indy!” you shouted. at any sign of his wife’s distress, he’d have leapt into action immediately, taking out anyone who got in his way. 

but he did nothing. absolutely nothing. 

“indiana!” you were silenced by a deadly glare sent by mola ram. he was quite the scary man, and you wished to delay your death for as long as possible. the evil

man then gestured to indiana, a grin upon his face.

“come.”

you froze, panic taking over.

no.

no.

no.

you watched in horror as your husband obeyed, moving towards you, almost lifelessly. “indiana..” he didn’t acknowledge you, but he now stood before you, mindlessly chanting as he made sure the chains wrapped around your wrists were secure.

“indiana, wake up. wake up!” you begged, trying to keep the tears from spilling. you felt so helpless, you should be trying to save him, not be tied up. 

“look at me, i am your wife. your wife! i need you to wake up now!” 

and yet there was no emotion, absolutely nothing. 

“indiana! please! indy! henry! junior!” you tried everything, anything to get him to respond but to no avail.

you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your cheeks. “please.. wake up.” the man before you lifted a large hand, placing it upon the side of your face. you felt a calloused thumb caress the tears away, and for a moment you wondered if he was somehow still there. 

“indy?”

his hand became slack, falling to his side. he then moved away and rejoined the thugees. 

panic seized you as you felt the care you were trapped in began to rise. “no! no no, please!” but it was too late.

it had begun.

you were suspended in the air, facing the floor as it opened, revealing a pit of lava. this was it. you were really going to die. you’d had so many close calls in the past, but never had you thought of this being the way you went out. 

“oh God, please forgive me.” you muttered, the heat of the lava burning your skin the lower you sank. “watch over shorty, let him live.” you pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut.

but then suddenly, you stopped. you only assumed that something had happened up top. the only sound you could hear was the loud crackling of the fire below. 

you could only hope that something good was happening up there.

it felt like ages had passed before you started to rise. a wave of relief washed over you. it wasn’t long before you were out, never feeling more relieved in your life. you glanced at indiana, who was waiting, short round beside him. 

“indy? is it really you?” you asked as the man quickly unchained you, not hesitating to pull you into a tight embrace, “it’s me.” he whispered breathlessly, pecking your cheek lightly before placing a kiss to your lips, “don’t ever call me junior again.” he scolded before turning to shorty, “thanks for everything kid.” 

of course it was shorty who had saved indiana. “your welcome dr. jones. i had to save you or the missus would be very upset.” 

“damn right, shorty.” you replied with a grin. “now, as much i love reunions, we gotta get out of here, all of us.” indiana said. you nodded in agreement as your husband placed shorty’s hat upon his head, “let’s go dr. jones and missus!”

and off you all went, determined to escape this temple of doom. 

[pennzance]

"Michael? You look like hell. What happened?"

"I just got back from India."

"Oh, wow, that Thugee Death Cult thing? How did you get mixed up in that?"

"One of the British occupiers who was about to be sacrificed said the Lord's prayer. First time we had an opportunity like that, so Metatron sent me down there."

"That had to be a sight to see."

"It WOULD have been, but I was... detained."

"... detained? You're an angel of the lord, an archangel even. What could possibly detained you?"

"Ran straight into Shiva."

"Oh, shit!"

"That was pretty much my reaction. Anyway, you know how it goes, titanic struggle on the Astral plane for no reason that won't embarass me when I report upstairs again, and by the time we realized we were on the same side, the sacrifice was done and the point was moot."

"Wow. Shiva, huh? What's he... she? What are they like?"

"They fight fucking dirty, I can tell you that much."

[bankman-khronos]

- DOWNTOWN THUGING -

By BANKMAN KHRONOS - OUT NOW

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I re-watched Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom (1984)

Due to watching Indy 4 recently, and the extreme disappointment that movie makes me feel, I thought I'd rewatch the adventure that was my childhood favorite.

Indiana Jones goes against the Thugee cult to reclaim the shankara stones and free child slaves.

(Disclaimer: Yes, this movie has some problematic elements, but at no point does the film intentionally slander or attack other cultures.)

This is considered the worst of the original trilogy. I personally don't think it's worse, just different. It's an Indiana Jones Horror film and because of that some people don't like it.

It is a dark film. Indiana Jones impales a man and hangs another man before we even really know what's going on in the movie lol. And it gets a lot darker after that. But holy shit those darker horror elements are amazing. From removing a man's heart from his chest, to lava pits, to blood drinking and mind control, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom is among the wildest American movies to come out of the 1980's.

Another reason some people criticize the film is the female lead. Raiders of the Lost Ark gave us a strong capable female character, that was hard drinking and a bit of a fighter. In this film Cate Capshaw's Willie Scott is a bit of a princess. Worried about her nails and hair more than putting up a fight. But this doesn't exactly make her weak. She is a strong willed character who overcomes certain fears and even spits in the face of danger at one point. Just because she doesn't throw a punch doesn't mean she isn't strong.

She also provides comedic relief in the film, and I'm always happy to see a comedic role be played by a female, because women are funny and it proves certain stereotypes wrong.

When all is said and done, this darker, more brutal, Indiana Jones film works incredibly well. From it's opening Dance Sequence to it's plane crash, to it's horror segments, mine cart race, and bridge fight, this movie never stops, and it delivers one of the wildest and greatest adventures ever put on film.

It certainly is the odd one out of the original trilogy, but that's not a bad thing. It branches out away from Christian mysticism and explores a different belief system with a similar respect. It walks the line of what a PG-13 movie can get away with. It provides endless action. It's just fucking great.

It's not my favorite Indy adventure these days, but I get why it was when I was a kid. Action/Adventure/Horror/The coolest fucking dude on the planet. What kid wouldn't love it?

And, any adult who doesn't love it doesn't enjoy cool things and you should stop being their friend.