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“they couldn’t make the Maximoffs Jewish because they can’t make any reference to Magneto”

did u kno…. magneto is not the only jewish person in the world……

this is bullshit all my jewish friends are related to magneto

It’s true I am

Me too

also me

ok so
I’ve been holding back but I need to tell you
I too am related to magneto because I am jewish so

I feel like I need to step in here and clarify that not every Jewish person is related to Magneto.

Basically, all Jews can be divided into four groups based on tribal ancestry: Cohenim, Levites, Israelites, and Magnetoim. Halachically, only Jews who are descended from Magneto through the paternal line are Magnetoim, although you can become a Magnetoim through marriage. For example, my mother’s family are Levites, but because my paternal grandfather wasn’t Jewish, I was, for most of my life, an Israelite. However, my husband is a Magnetoim, so now I am, as well. When we have children, they will also be Magnetoim.

I hope that explains everything!

Also, if you are a non-genetically Jewish adoptee adopted by Jewish parents OR a genetically Jewish adoptee adopted by non-Jewish parents you’re automatically a Magnetoim. It’s a little known Halachic quirk.

Yeah, the Halacha on this is really wonky, because while adoptees automatically fall under the umbrella of Magnetoim, Gerim are usually designated as Israelites, unless they possess the ability to bend metal at will, in which case, they are halachically Magnetoim by default.

Yup! I remember hearing a d’var Torah on this a few years back. It’s really interesting! 

So, uh, what about ethnic Jewish people who can trace their metalbending back to a Bei Fong on the gentile side of their family?

I think it depends on which side you’re inheriting your ability to control metal from. Jewishness is derived from the mother, while lineage is derived from the father. So it depends on a) if the Bei Fong converted, b) if they were male or female and c) if that side of your family it maternal or paternal.

A ger Bei Fong father on the paternal side would mean that you’re inheriting Magnetoim lineage (see above, re: gerim with the ability to control metal). On the other hand the Halacha is a little confused if the metal-control is not inherited from a Jewish parent, because a non-Jewish father usually makes you Israelite by default.

It IS possible to be an Israelite with metal control abilities– although, IIRC, many such modern Jews of liberal bent feel free to identify as Magnetoim out of solidarity. Some conservative Jews frown on that practice because it confuses lineage and might complicate the situation if we ever end up with a new Holy Temple.

everything about this post is TERRIFIC

I, in actuality, AM Magneto.

@thedamnqueenofhell

@lauraantoniou I believe this is relevant to your interests?

Oh, yes, of course I’m Magnetoim. With a
Sephardi twist. In addition to having a different secret language, the Sephardi Magnetoim have the ability to manipulate kitniyot 8 days a year.

lauraantoniou:

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The behind all of the worlds tragedy…

LMAO ok

we found it

the shortest version of the conspiracy theory number meme

such wow

o no! i hoped nobody would decode our super cryptic magen david-roman numerals cipher! and we would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!

Well, so long as it’s all out in the open now, I might as well ask: Can we maybe move our secret Elders of Zion board meetings to Wednesdays this year? I want to sign up for pottery class on Thursday nights, but right now the timing conflicts.

Are you kidding, I have orchestra rehearsal on Wednesday! Thursday worked perfectly. If we really want to change it, can’t we change it to Saturday. They’ll never suspect us of plotting on what they think is our holy day.

Also, brief reminder to all Elders and Juniors: we have local subcommittee retreats next Sunday to define our strategy for this year’s War on Christmas. Fox News is planning to really kick up their game so we need everyone to turn out for these small group planning sessions in order to keep building on the progress we’ve made in crushing the hopes and dreams I f goy children. There will be snacks, and we have regional evening party’s following. Y’all should know the locations and passcodes, if not, email your regional head.

Speaking of snacks, can we please try something new for a change? I know Matt’s Cookies are pareve, but having them week in and week out is getting tedious.

Look, The ZOG Action Committee is already meeting every other Thursday, and since my Cabal is in charge of zinc prices this year, I feel obligated to show up. How are Tuesdays? Saturday nights (after havdalah) is when the Gay Agenda meetings are held, and this year we’re really excited about our new plan to turn everyone transgender in a bathroom somewhere and then make them get gay married. We’ve got some nice synergy with the Pre-school Yoga Instructors Alliance but could use some rabbinical support for the weddings.

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its so weird how ur gender supposedly dictates which shapes and textures of fuckening cloth u are permitted to drape over ur flesh prison

I like to imagine that a demon who is trapped in their human vessel is saying this

demon: and tbh wtf is up with hair like??? some genders have to have longer strands of dead proteins emitting from their scalps but other genders have to keep their protein strands short??? weird shit

possessed person: yes the gender binary is stupid and arbitrary can we be quiet now

demon: also this whole makeup thing is suspect as hell like why cant all humans put pigment all over their oral openings why would that be an issue

possessed person: craig please i am trying to sleep

A demon named Craig

any thoughts on elf sexuality?

thesylverlining:

jabletown:

cptsdcarlosdevil:

ONLY ALL OF THEM

The interested reader should consult What Tolkien Officially Said About Elf Sex, the most extensive guide to elf sexuality I’m aware of. Also, be aware that I haven’t read Silm and anything in here contradicted by Silm is a result of ignorance.

The bits I find interesting are that (1) elf marriage is defined as being sex— the party is considered a good idea, but strictly optional, (2) elves don’t commit adultery and (3) elves can apparently tell from the way someone moves whether they’re wed or unwed. Now, this may just be that elves are Good Catholics, but are you kidding, there is an opportunity for my favorite tropes. I propose: elf hypermonogamy!

(I actually totally thought elf hypermonogamy was canon until I was researching my answer for this ask. GODDAMMIT TOLKIEN.)

Elves are universally demisexual: they literally do not experience sexual attraction to people they aren’t in romantic love with. Elves are only capable of being in love with one person at once. It takes them a long time to get over love; it’s quite common for a rejected elf to never fall in love again, and most of those who do go centuries before they do.

So, how does that affect my favorite ships?

I feel like Legolas/Gimli is super-more-awesome if Legolas was literally never sexually attracted to anyone before Gimli and has no idea what this emotion is. So he is all like OH GOD THIS DWARF IS SO ANNOYING 😡 😡 😡 I JUST WANT TO THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME. BECAUSE HE’S ANNOYING. I WONDER WHAT HIS HAIR FEELS LIKE. And eventually this gets to the point where even Mr. They’re Taking The Hobbits To Isengard starts wondering if something’s up.

and then at Lothlorien he seeks the advice of Galadriel and Galadriel is like “Legolas, you’re in love” and Legolas is like “???!???!!!!!!”

and Galadriel thinks to herself “JESUS CHRIST, Legolas, Luthien and Arwen are one thing, human boys are sort of cute, but DID YOU REALLY JUST FALL FOR, OF ALL PEOPLE, A FUCKING DWARF”

(and then Gimli does the hair thing and she’s like “well, at least he has good taste”)

and then Legolas ends up having sex with Gimli. Now, dwarves totally have a culture of warrior homosexuality. (Also: everything homosexuality????) So Gimli is all like “ah, yes, manly men blowing off some steam in a manly way after battle, this surely does not mean Feelings” and Legolas is like “:( 😦 😦 I will go stare at a river and write love poetry in Quenya more beautiful than the hearts of Men can bear” but he totally doesn’t let Gimli know because he doesn’t want to Pressure Gimli Into A Relationship and also because he will Take What He Can Get

and then at some point Aragorn is sadly singing to himself about Luthien as is his third-favorite hobby (behind beard growth and still not being king) and Gimli is like “why the hell would she give up her immortality anyway, dude, it’s fucking immortality? why can’t she marry an elf instead” and with one thing and another Aragorn ended up telling him about the Elvish Facts of Life

and then Gimli storms up to Legolas and is like YOU KNOW USUALLY I LIKE TO BE INFORMED WHEN I’M MARRIED TO PEOPLE

and Legolas is like “…I’m… married to you but you’re not married to me?”

and Gimli is like I DON’T KNOW WHAT NANCY SHIT YOU PONCY MOTHERFUCKERS GET UP TO BUT AMONG DWARVES MARRIAGE IS USUALLY CONSIDERED A TRANSITIVE PROPERTY

and Legolas was like “I am sorry, I understand if you will never speak to me again” and he is mentally drafting, like, the world’s saddest poem, like, it will win the Saddest Poem contest Elrond holds every year

and Gimli is like YOU FUCKING MORON OF COURSE I WANT TO BE MARRIED TO YOU HOW ELSE CAN I GET TO SHOW YOU ALL THE PRETTY CAVES

and Legolas is like “oh. Oh!”

and then he ends up smuggling his boyfriend into Valinor, I assume by just sort of shoving him into the luggage. “Dwarf? What dwarf? I don’t have a dwarf. What, no, my bag isn’t wriggling, you’re seeing things. Gosh, there are weird sounds on the sea, that one sounded almost like the word ‘fuck’.”

also I feel like this whole thing makes Elrond and Arwen infinitely more amusing

Elrond: NO YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MARRY ARAGORN
Arwen: GRANDMA DID
Elrond: AND LOOK WHERE THAT GOT HER
Arwen: I DON’T CARE I LOVE HIM
Elrond: THERE ARE LOTS OF NICE BOYS IN VALINOR, I’M SURE YOU’LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE
Arwen: NO I WON’T
Elrond: …fuck. You’re right.
Arwen: (looks smug)
Elrond: you know Elros really had the right idea, immortality is awesome but at least HUMANS HAVE THE CONCEPT OF SERIAL MONOGAMY

this needs another reblog bc every reason, but also because i think of the phrase “among dwarves marriage is usually a transitive property” a lot and laugh hysterically

…. YOU TAGGED ME IN THIS HOW DID YOU EVEN KNOW. we have never – how the hell did u

i mean YES this is absolutely something OF INTEREST TO ME bc nerd analysis of FANTASY ROMO DYNAMICS is always gonna be my shit, i will clap my hands and kick my heels and approve of Analyzing Romantic And/Or Sexual Social Dynamics Of Fictional/Fantasy Societies till the cows come home (LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT GARGOYLES/THE CLAN PHEROMONE HEADCANON I JUST SPRANG ON @cemetery-prince, I SAY) –

but I am also laughing bc yeeEEAHHH I ALSO SHIP LEGOLAS/GIMLI LIKE YEAH and as far as i know *i have never told u this* and have not reblogged shit with them in like 3 years bc they are a Lapsed Ship/Fandom of mine (u know the ones that lie DORMANT) so like

how did u. EVEN. u mind-reader. WHAT.

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Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

This is wild from start to finish

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show. 

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night: 

Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise – apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

When I was in primary school my teacher told us a story of the class she had before us.

They were doing Romeo and Juliet, and the scene where Mercutio was stabbed and supposed to die came on, but when Tybalt stabbed Mercutio, the blood bag didn’t get punctured.

So Tybalt stabbed Mercutio again. The blood bag continued not to break.

So these two eleven year olds paused for a moment, and their eleven year old brains decided what to do next:

Mercutio ripped the blood bag out of his shirt, jumped up and down on it, and then shoved it back in his shirt

and finally died

along with every single person in the audience from laughter.

It got better

Always reblog theater urban legends