#2404

[supfag]

NATE JACOBS EUPHORIA (1.01)

[sexy-villa]

[bubbl3guum]

Escrevi este texto em uma madrugada de desespero, em busca de uma gota de sono que só chegou no amanhecer.

Uma mariposa morta entre os livros. Assim que me senti ao terminar os ensaios de Virgínia Woolf.

O Ato de Nascer e Renascer em Mariposa

Nascer é um ato de sair de uma inércia. Renascer, contudo, é um ato de tumulto, um momento de bravura. Em uma perspectiva espiritual, o renascer é um ato de amadurecimento onde as fibras se reconstroem e ramificações perdidas tomam um novo sentido. Absorvendo essa ideia percebi que as mariposas vivem essas dicotomias em uma única vida, um manifesto próprio que é organizado por toda a espécie. Entre os casulos e as asas, seus corpos são a materialização da memória dos ciclos. O seu grande sucesso é a metamorfose.

A existência de uma mariposa é marcada pela dualidade entre morrer e renascer. Não é como uma criança que cresce gradualmente, mas sim um corpo que, dentro de uma redoma, morre para si.

Ao passar pela crisálida, suas células se dissolvem em um caos biológico e se reconfiguram em algo novo. É um manifesto de reinvenção. Destruir para elas significa reescrever o que será, se desfazer do que já não cabe mais para emergir mais leve.

Para mim, as mariposas evoluem em uma única existência. Ainda não sei se hibernam até o momento do clímax ou se permanecem presas dentro do casulo, mas encaro essa ideia não pelo respaldo científico, mas como uma metáfora para meu próprio fluxo de consciência.

O ápice para mim é surgimento das asas. A transformação de um inseto em um ser de beleza perfeita e simétrica. No processo, elas destroem o espaço que as restringiam, o seu próprio quarto. E aceitam viver como nômades, pela liberdade que o voo proporciona.

Uma liberdade que para mim nunca vai caber. Sartre me ensinou, viver em sociedade é uma faca de dois gumes. A essência de um destino nunca poderá ser plenamente realizada, a liberdade traz consigo a angústia da escolha. A mariposa, quando quebra os limites do casulo, se depara com um céu que não tem fim, voar é sua única escolha, e que libertaria ela é. Talvez pensar no meu corpo renascendo em mariposa reside numa dor que é inerente a mim desde de quando me botei nesse mundo, viver entre a dor e o sucesso das escolhas.

[thesmartartslibrary]

[dalloneveryday]

its already day 7!

[albertxylin]

Splinter

I notice there is a splinter stuck in my knuckle hours after the fact. It is an inconspicuous hitch hiker, Painless if a little irritating. I first blame the mosquitoes hiding in ambush, But realise that most do not leave their probiscis behind.

I dig it out with disinfected tweezers and a needle, Break my skin and move flesh to the side, Surgical in the way all self-improvement is.

[hintzy]

miro and roope are meant to be together because if you subtract 4 from 24 you get 20 and they have been in love for 20 years <3 and that’s really beautiful <3 love wins <3

[thewertsearch]

Later our troll hero would try to explain this to our human hero, attempting to convey all the nuance of troll romance through a nearly verbatim recitation of the preceding excerpts.

I'm going to assume Karkat's explanation was identical, just with more swearing.

Looking at these two together, I'm reminded of their interactions back in Act 4. They always had a rather curious tone, and Karkat always seemed to be performing animosity towards John, rather than actually experiencing it.

Given what we've learned about troll romance, I'm forced to wonder exactly what type of 'hatred' Karkat really feels for John.

...oh, damn.

I was just going back through their conversations, trying to spot any quad-romantic subtext, and happened to stumble across this smoking gun, where Karkat expressed disgust at John reacting positively to his antagonism.

It sounds a lot like Karkat was trying to flirt as a kismesis, but John reacted in a way he interpreted as red romance. To Karkat, it may have seemed as if John was trying to enter multiple quadrants with him, something that Alternian culture considers taboo and 'perverse'.

Also, Karkat's just... blatantly pitch-flirting with Terezi here, isn't he?

The quality of this image is really annoying me, because it's just barely too low for me to recognize and translate its Daedric symbols. I might run a custom OCR script on it, if I ever have the time.

But every troll believes strongly that each quadrant holds one and only one true pairing for them [...]

It's normal for trolls to have multiple partners - but they're not supposed to have multiple partners in the same quadrant. Polyamory is normal, but there's a set of societal norms that govern how to practice polyamory, and those are the norms that are considered taboo to break.

I'm raising my eyebrow a little at the notion that every troll approaches relationships in the same way, without a single member of the species deviating from this norm. Then again, this is presented as the 'textbook' definition of troll relationships - and many human textbooks erroneously omit much of our lived experience.

Plus, the fact that half the quadrants are enforced by murderous drones might imply that some of this framework is artificially constructed.

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

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[thesmartartslibrary]

[aimalevich]

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[barefootjim]

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[sleepsucks]

[manoelt-finisterrae]

o gato de Pessoa fuxiu

© Manoel T, 2021

[exyrpf]

11 with Roope and Miro?

11) With a shuddering gasp

“You need to tell him.”

“And why the fuck would I do that?”

Esa sent him an unreadable look, something he’d been getting better at lately. Maybe it came with practice, because Roope was a fucking idiot.

“I’m not going to say he deserves to know, because I’d never guilt you into telling him. Believe it or not, I’m a better guy than that.”

Roope sighed and dropped his head to Esa’s shoulder. “I love him, Es. So much.”

“I know you do, Hinee,” Esa sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his back. “And I don’t - I don’t want to betray any trust, but you’re both so fucking stupid I might have to.”

“What do you mean?” Roope asked, lifting his head.

Esa, for lack of a better word, booped him on the nose. Roope’s nose wrinkled automatically, even as a tired grin crossed his face.

“I mean, you need to tell him because he feels the same way.”

-

The knowledge that Miro felt the same way had completely rocked Roope’s world and he was still trying to process it an hour after Esa had left his apartment. There was no timeline where he was deserving of Miro, and he’d never even stopped to think Miro could ever love him back. Miro, lovely Miro, lovely, talented Miro. Next to him, Roope was - insignificant. A blurb on the radar.

He didn’t realise he’d even gotten his phone out until Miro picked up with a soft hello.

He held his breath, probably for a beat too long, because Miro sounded a step away from frantic when he asked him if he was okay.

Roope gulped in a breath, the I love you bursting out of him like it had been locked in his lungs.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry - I should have - not over the phone -”

But he was talking to a dial tone, because Miro had hung up. Roope stared down at his phone in horror, feeling his breathing speed up.

He’d ruined everything, everything. Years of friendship, ruined. Because he couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut. He dragged a hand roughly through his hair, and unlocked his phone again.

“Esa,” Roope choked out when the other Finn answered. “I fucked up.”

“Breathe with me, Roope,” Esa said, exaggerating his breathing. “In and out.”

It took a minute but eventually his breath was back under control and he explained what happened.

“So he just what, hung up?”

“Yes,” Roope said, squeezing his eyes closed.

“Fuck.”

Before Roope could continue, there was a knock on his door. “Es, I have to go, someone just knocked on my door.”

“Bye, bud.”

“Bye.”

Of all the people that could knock on his door, Miro was the last and first person Roope expected. He must have turned doe eyes on one of his neighbors to get into the building; it wouldn’t be the first time. Roope couldn’t drag his eyes away from Miro’s face, which was a mask of - something. It was hiding something.

“If you’re here to hit me, can you wait until after tonight’s game?”

Instead of fist to his mouth, he was surprised by a pair of chapped lips. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Miro sighed when he pulled back a minute later. “I can’t believe you said it over the phone.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Roope whined, even as he was dragged in by a hand on either hips. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, and there was definitely a conversation to be had, but all he could do was smile into the next soft kiss.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too, by the way.”

Roope’s grin widened. “Romantic, Heiskanen.”

“I’m nothing if not romantic,” Miro whispered before pressing their lips together again.

[vanillastopbath]

2404 Los Angeles, CA 07/31/2020