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drdemonprince · 3 days ago
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you are the first person ive encountered in my whole life who has actually attempted to really answer some of the more aggravating questions surrounding children and sex and just reading some of your recent posts has already enlightened me to my childhood situation a lot better. i will try to keep this brief bc my intent is not to air my whole childhood to the masses but to like. present a sort of spiders georg situation to help people understand why these things are important. here we go: (it is relevent to point out that i am extremely autistic and started presenting symptoms from two years of age onward.) i believe that i started being sexually active around four or five years old. i was extremely curious about sex to such a degree that it got me in trouble at school multiple times. it disturbed my mom greatly how often i brought up sexual topics. i discovered porn at the age of eight due to very poor parental supervision and a high level of internet access and i was immediately obsessed. i can confidently say that i watched more porn than any other kind of media as a child. by the time i was 10 id already had dozens of sexual encounters with kids my age and older, mostly initiated by me. i agree now that children cannot consent to sex with adults, but it took me a long time to come to that conclusion. for a very long time i wished more than anything for an adult who knew the ins and outs of sex to have a sexual relationship with me, bc i saw it as the only way i could be satisfied. children do not make good sexual partners when you are essentially ahead of the sexual curve i guess. i received absolutely no sex education until i reached middle school. my parents didnt talk to me about it whatsoever, deflecting everything i said about the subject. the sex education i did receive was piss poor, and i knew it. it was an "abstinence only" model of sex ed. no one took it seriously. my lack of understanding came back to bite me severely in high school. nowadays i understand concepts like consent and boundaries very well, and i think about these subjects deeply and am careful to consider them when interacting with other people. this was not the case in high school. my unusual sexual obsessions in childhood made me very uncautious about it with other people, and my level of autonomy and power was high enough that abuse was extremely possible. i am not proud to say that i did in fact commit sexual abuse in high school. i knew it was wrong. but to me, the wrongness was on the level of severity of stealing a pack of gum from the store. as soon as i had done it, i started to understand the true level of severity of what id done, and that still haunts me. i had up to that point believed that everyone must on some level have an interest in and desire for sex. i would have been ok with someone doing what i did to me, so it would surely be fine if i did it to someone else. i had no real conception of sexual violence and sexual coercion being real things that affected people deeply, both due to my physical and social isolation and extremely skewed perspective from watching porn for years. nowadays, i have very little sex, both because of lack of percieved opportunity, lack of motivation, and fear of committing the same transgressions i did in the past. nevertheless i remain extremely interested in and obsessed with sex, and wish i could spend all day having it. so i guess as someone who was sexually precocious: your kids need to know about sex. they need to be educated about it. a sufficiently determined child will find out about it regardless, and you need to give them the tools necessary to navigate it without hurting themselves and others. and additionally i think it would be a lot better for trans girls if our first exposure to transfemininity wasnt porn the majority of the time.
💯 thank you anon ♥️
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brummiereader · 3 days ago
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@zablife Aberama 😭!
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Lee, this was absolutely incredible story telling! You had me sobbing at Aberama's visons of Polly and Bonnie. And the thing that made this story so special, was how intune it was to the way he lived, and I think one everyone would agree, he would've gone back to after losing Polly and Bonnie If he hadn't of died in canon.
I always love when stories have a slight supernatural theme to them, especially when it comes to a culture that is rich in superstitions and otherworldly beliefs.
he most often glimpsed a female figure who disappeared with the slightest blink. Nonetheless, he comforted himself with the feeling of her presence, understanding it was Polly's way of making herself known. So beautiful. Not only did it give me goosebumps to know Polly's presence is still with him and he's able to find some comfort in that, but the added element of him being in the forest just adds to the almost, eerie calmness about this story.
Across the glowing embers of the fire Bonnie punched the air in front of him, glancing down at his feet to ensure he had the correct stance. - Aberama grinned to himself as he watched the boy practice, pride swelling from within until he could stay silent no longer. - Bonnie boy!" he called to his son, waiting to be met with the warmth of his hazel eyes. Instead, he found a somber Bonnie looking toward him, a distant yet haunting look in his eye as he fixed Aberama with silent accusation. There was no way I wasn't gonna quote this entire part! Absolutely phenomenal perspective and way of showing not only his grief but how much he yearns to see his boy like this again. Wow, you have me tearing up a little here 😥. I feel like this is gonna stick with me for some time. You really moved me with this beautiful scene.
Just like everything about this haunting story of visions and grief, Leonora's reappearance into his life at that exact moment is just as mysterious. I think it's a great compliment to Aberama's character that you had him leaving the Fury's camp to for a life of solitude. It just emphasises the depths of his despair.
“You belong with us.” The stubborn insistence in her voice reminded him how protective she’d been of him since childhood. We all need someone in our life that can pull us out of these kind of moments. She sought him out to bring him home ❤️. And the added element about her stubbornness being a trait she's had since childhood, warmed my heart with how quickly Aberama gave into his sister 🥰. Maybe he had been waiting all along for someone to take over and guide him back to the people he still has in his life, but forgotten.
Beautiful story, Lee ❤️.
Nothing to Come Home to
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Aberama Gold & Leonora (OC)
Summary: Years after the devastating loss of both Bonnie and Polly, Aberama is a shell of his former self, but his sister comes back into his life at the perfect time.
A/N: Requested by @justrainandcoffee with the prompt "There is no home to go back to." Inspo drawn from "Vienna (In Memoriam)" by The Army, The Navy.
Warnings: mention of blood, mention of a weapon, fighting
Lightly treading between the saplings and low vines, Aberama came to the trap he’d set the day before and lowered himself toward the ground with a deep sigh. Studying its contents, he gave a satisfied nod toward the plump rabbit caught between the metal jaws before reaching to depress the springs. The action caused him slight difficulty due to the ache in his left shoulder which only worsened in the crisp autumn breeze.
Freeing the carcass in one swift movement, he grasped the hind legs just as the fading sunlight announced the end of the day. He straightened with a grunt to face the trek back through the forest, a shiver racking his body. The impending winter was already settling in his bones with an icy feeling of dread, the familiar weight returning to his steps as he marked another year traveling alone.
Crushing the dried leaves to dust beneath his boots, he trudged on as the last rays of glimmering light winked through the branches. The oddly patterned shadows danced in the periphery of his vision, turning his head as the guarded instincts of an assassin seized him. However, his intuition had become unreliable as he most often glimpsed a female figure who disappeared with the slightest blink. Nonetheless, he comforted himself with the feeling of her presence, understanding it was Polly's way of making herself known.
Today it was not only the shadow, but the call of the blackbird that caused him to halt where he stood. One more chirp and he circled back to chase her beautiful ghost, but she'd gone. He closed his eyes for a moment, a faded likeness of her dark curls and knowing smile enough to remind him of what seemed like a lifetime he’d lived without her. He swallowed down the bitterness of his disappointment as he clutched the rabbit to his side with renewed purpose.
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A full stomach and the soft light of the fire lulled him into a peaceful revery that evening. The faint pop and hiss of the flames sang to him softly as he burrowed beneath an old quilt Esmerelda sewed in the days before her wedding to Thomas Shelby.
For the first time in years, he chose not to recall the mighty fury and pain of sacrificing everyone he loved to one man. Instead, he relived happier times, the memory of all his children beside him playing on the insides of his eyelids before his exhausted mind ushered them into darkness.
The merciful reprieve wouldn't last until dawn, the crack of a snapping branch jolting Aberama awake. Across the glowing embers of the fire Bonnie punched the air in front of him, glancing down at his feet to ensure he had the correct stance.
Aberama grinned to himself as he watched the boy practice, pride swelling from within until he could stay silent no longer.
"Bonnie boy!" he called to his son, waiting to be met with the warmth of his hazel eyes. Instead, he found a somber Bonnie looking toward him, a distant yet haunting look in his eye as he fixed Aberama with silent accusation.
“Bonnie?” Aberama uttered in a hoarse whisper.
Blood began to pour from Bonnie's broken jaw as his wail of agony shattered the heavens.
As the object of his nightmares came sharply into focus, Aberama stifled a scream. He stood to take a step toward his suffering child, hand outstretched to bring him close where he could make him safe. But one more step into the light of the campfire and he realized he’d been mistaken. The dark and hollow eyes staring back at him were not that of his son.
With panic pulsing through his veins, Aberama reached for the blade he concealed in his boot, willing his trembling hand to strike true. However, with years of disuse, his limbs failed to cooperate. Disarmed within moments, he raised his fists as an alternative means of protection. Bested once more, he felt the air leave his lungs with one harsh blow to his stomach.
He was still hunched over, gasping for breath when he heard a woman's voice shout, "Stop! That's enough."
Aberama turned toward the sound slowly, a delayed sense of recognition washing over him.
"Looks like the cat did a number on ya," she declared, her gray blue eyes taking in the frail, graying man standing before her. Even in the dim light of the early morning hours, he could see his beloved sister was smiling.
"Leonora, is that really you?" Aberama asked, afraid to touch her for fear she would vanish like everyone he'd grown to love.
Her chin bobbed as she replied, "I'm here. I'm real."
Aberama's eyes flooded with tears at her words, unsure how to tell her he'd struggled with delusions for too long.
Luckily, she noted his hesitancy, explaining why she'd come to find him. "The Fury's said you'd gone off on your own." Then more softly she added, "I was worried when I didn't receive word."
"It's been a long time," he acknowledged with a tight smile.
"Too long," she agreed. "Where have you been Abe?"
"Here and there. A life I don't really recall making," he answered with a deep sorrow that made her heart clench.
"You sound like a man buried beneath the ground," she noted sadly.
"I've lost so much..." he told her, hand swiping down his face to hide the tears.
"Leave behind what you can't change, brother," she advised, placing a hand to his back for support. "Come home."
He shook his head, lips pursed tightly before declaring, "There is no home to come back to."
"That's where you're wrong. Family is your home," she asserted.
“My son and fiancée are dead,” he reminded her bitterly. “Where do I belong now?”
Gripping his stubbled chin with a bejeweled hand she locked eyes with her younger brother. “You belong with us.” The stubborn insistence in her voice reminded him how protective she’d been of him since childhood.
A deep hearty sound erupted from his chest, he hadn't experienced in some time.
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vaguely-concerned · 3 months ago
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in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#davrin#also that's really interesting. with illario it's clearly not ever meant to wound but it serves a similar function of 'hey fuck off'#they have that friendly insult game going that veils some real resentments and conflicts that perhaps. should have been dealt with#considering that you could hardly find two people less alike in fundamental character than davrin and illario... fascinating#I suppose both of them push past lines of comfort and don't really let up at subtler signals to back off#(illario to needle and davrin mostly because he's that straightforward I think haha)#but the sheer viciousness with which lucanis responds makes me think there could mayhaps be some resentment with that dynamic#that he won't let out with illario himself b/c he has so few interpersonal relationships and wouldn't risk disrupting one#even when illario is getting up to some Shit even outside of the whole betrayal thing#and davrin is sooo uninterested in doing anything but call 'em as he sees 'em and it's glorious haha#it also means that I think lucanis is more honest in those banters than he is with anyone else I've seen#including the fact that he's mad and that the ossuary really did suck that bad actually#with bellara he's like 'don't worry about me I'm fine *thousand yard stare*' and with davrin he goes 'yeah I'm haunted forever by it.#does that satisfy your curiosity' lmao. and then they're just trading barely veiled death threats for a while#davrin is confrontational but he's also a safe person to be angry with b/c I think at the end of the day he is also fair#many thoughts. all the time. all veilguard up in my neurons 24/7
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mischiefbuckley · 3 months ago
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For this season being marketed like Eddie’s season again with Ryan doing so much press heading into the beginning of season 8… like where are all my Eddie scenes ABC??? Season 8b please deliver on more Eddie scenes and more focus on Eddie’s storyline please 🙏🏻
#like yes we did get some good scenes in regards to eddie’s storyline but overall the focus wasn’t all on him yk#don’t get me wrong I love all the characters yes but eddie’s storyline has just been in a limbo since season 7#and I really thought his storyline would have been resolved by the end of season 8a in regards to christopher finally coming home#the whole doppelgänger storyline was a mess and again just having shannon haunting eddie’s storyline time and time again is so annoying#yes eddie was married to shannon and shannon will always be christopher’s mom but they need to have a conversation about that and be done#also eddie finally needs to accept that he doesn’t need to continue on trying to find a ‘mom’ for chris and that he can have his own joy#I hope we do get more scenes of eddie and the hot priest or eddie talking with family or even eddie talking things over with buck#by eddie’s family I mean tia pepa or abuela or even finally introducing his sisters like fuck the diaz parents I hate them so much#eddie already moved away once from texas because again his parents so why does he want to move back like c’mon eddie let’s think about it#completely understand also he wants to be closer with his son but he also needs to set a boundary with his parents and be firm with them#christopher is eddie’s son he isn’t helena and ramon’s son at all and eddie doesn’t deserve to be constantly left out as he has been#okay popped off in the tags much lmao#more of steph’s random thoughts#911#911 abc#911 season 8#eddie diaz#ryan guzman
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fictionadventurer · 6 months ago
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August: Day 8
Adventures
Went to a thrift store and the library's used bookshop.
Bought a copy of Around the World in 80 Days that looks more readable than my current copy (so long as it's not an abridged children's edition). May make a new cover for it.
Bought a book about the basics of astronomy. If I'm going to write about an astronomer, I need to know a tiny bit, and this looks like it's written for idiots with short attention spans, so it'll be great for me.
Bought the coolest pop-up book I've ever seen. For a quarter. I'll have to show you guys pictures.
Treated myself to Youtube videos about Victorian literature. Indulged in a few Gutenberg downloads. Read the first chapter of Lady Audley's Secret and this may derail all my reading plans until I finish.
Accomplishments
Read a few chapters of Heretics. Am now halfway done.
Tire. Twice.
Signed up for a CPR refresher course
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twojamie-o-clock · 1 month ago
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Ramble in the tags that really should have been a separate post LOL do you agree though…
#Steven Taylor#okay. so. we all agree that like#he didn’t not want to leave but he felt more needed there on the tardis & to some extent he enjoyed the adventures#but also enjoyed taking care of Vicki#and after daleks’ master plan & Katarina & sara & Oliver & Anne#he was like …. it’s not worth it — there is no one for me to protect & No reason for me to be here. until he changes his mind at the end of#the massacre & realizes the doctor needs him.#because Steven /did/ go back#and then he has the task of protecting dodo#but then he finds a place That needs him so much more#so he chooses to stay#HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SELFLESS!!! AND HUMAN AND SELFISH!!!!!#he goes where he is taken & stays where he must#thinking about helmstone……..like. Steven will never ever ever forget Sara#but he turns it into something less…..destructive??? or hateful??? or just haunted??? in that example#maybe wrongly so#but he begins to choose this sort of. Better Path. instead of running from it like he tries to after Oliver#hshsjdksl#you could read it as he’s miserable all the time - he is traumatized on the tardis#but no he could never leave the doctor because the doctor needs Steven so so much especially in that dark dark streak of hartnell-era#& you could see it as he’s in control as much as he can be??? he chooses to stay when he thinks he should. he doesn’t want to settle just#anywhere — he wants to find the right place. & it takes a kind of control to choose that#and When he DOES find a place that needs him—#maybe after helping them he doesn’t feel like it’s the right place#like his audio trilogy with dodo Taylor discusses#because he was needed - and to him that WAS the right place. but the moment he feels he isn’t needed he has to keep moving#a piece of the doctor’s anxiety and fear and adventure and constant running will never ever leave Steven Taylor#so#there he is#i yap a lot…..
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skitskatdacat63 · 2 years ago
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helloooo you haven’t heard from me in a while but since i consider u an f1 historian i just saw on tiktok a video of an intro (before the 2012 korean gp i assume) where they had the drivers with gangnam style as the music… i was wondering if you might have it since that has been driving me insaaaane 😭😭 thank you sm catie have a lovely day ��
Hallo!!!! Nice to see you again! I'm glad I can be held in such high esteem 😭 But please anon, we def saw the same tiktok, this one, right? A great thanks to the op on tiktok who linked me the video!!
Why did you have to force me think again about all the Gangnam Style stuff in F1 in 2012 though????(ex. BBC vid with PSY, vid/pics of Seb and Mark with PSY, both learning the dance, as well as other clips of drivers such as Felipe and Nico dancing)
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anastacialy · 9 months ago
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y'know, i keep making a habit of swinging my bat at hornets nests, but i have to say i'm getting so, so tired of people complaining about shows not making perfect sense when they aren't even close to done. we're four episodes into this season of doctor who. we're four episodes into this season of bridgerton. and yet in both fandoms i keep seeing people whine that such and such didn't make sense or it wasn't explained all the way and by god you guys i think maybe explanations might come later in the season. this is something most viewers will recognize as being called a 'plot.'
#like maybe a tiny bit of media literacy... might save you#and if you think i'm being mean like. its okay if you don't get it at first. it's okay if you don't understand the themes. but maybe#instead of stamping your feet and saying this makes no sense and i hate what they're doing and and and#maybe you could try listening to other people's interpretations of things and you'll find that what the show is trying to tell you becomes#more clear! would you look at that. wild how that happens#like im sorry you're entitled to your opinions but calling things bad writing just because you don't quite get it or it doesn't resonate#with you personally... i don't think you should just say this was shitty and worthless#the examples im using are because both resonate with me btw. 73 yards was existential horror it was hill house and bly manor#(im going to write about this in another post btw bc it compels me so)#it was about the way fear of abandonment can haunt you how mental illness can haunt you how you feel like you can drive people away#just by being yourself (the Woman was Herself what caused ruby to be abandoned was Her it's about her feeling as though she was the cause#of everyone who left her even as a baby even the people who loved her most could decide to not love her at the drop of a hat)#colin bridgerton is masking and faking a personality because it has been proven that time and time again#being Himself is Wrong that he annoys people he makes himself into what people expect of him because he's tired of being abandoned too#his family ignores and does not reply to his letters this season PEN stopped replying to his letters#his brother was cruel to him for being a romantic his friends LAUGHED AT HIM for saying sex is meaningful to him and don't they feel lonely#his Fake Rake persona makes viewers cringe because! its!! fake!!! he's faking it! HE GETS CALLED OUT ON IT TWICE IN EP ONE#if you don't understand he's faking it then that's on you at that point! i don't know! maybe take a minute to sit in the discomfort and ask#why did this show make me react this way and do you think maybe it was on purpose#''73 yards was confusing'' do you think confusion may be one of the ways ruby feels about her abandonment?#there is a theme in all of her episodes so far is it ''badly written'' unclear to you or do you just refuse to think critically about it#txtly#and im sorry for tagging this its just for my blog i kinda wish they still didnt show up in tags if i tag them all the way at the bottom#[old lady ruby voice] ''i used to be able to tag things just for myself once upon a time''#bridgerton#bridgerton spoilers#doctor who#doctor who spoilers
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ichijokaoru · 11 months ago
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I wanted to get a torrent of the raws for kuuga (since my previous set was subtitled and idk I used to be a video editor and i like the idea of gifs etc. so y'know... wanted some raw footage) but it has seemingly come with a goldmine of interview footage from a variety of eras (both during and post the show!!) that I'd previously been digging around on niconico trying to dig up, and i believe isn't uploaded to youtube... so extremely exciting. while not ideal, it will also be good to just let google's shitty auto translate give a Vibe of what is being said with some questions which I can only do once it's uploaded (my partner will be the one doing that probably)
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dancing-with-stars · 2 years ago
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i am losing my mind
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pyrriax · 10 months ago
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hi everyone remind me to never look at deviantart again
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yuugurenomi · 1 year ago
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hetalia plot summary
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ziracona · 2 years ago
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I know I say this every time I read my own work, but Speak for the Dead really is the best chapter in ILM.
“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?”
Jane Romero was smiling at him, sitting propped up against a tree in what had sort of become her usual ‘therapy’ corner in the past almost two weeks. And she was right, it did feel like fall. The air wasn’t as sharply cold as normal, and honestly ‘sharply’ cold was a nice break in and of itself when it happened—usually the weather here was somehow just cold—cold with no adjectives attached. But today it was nicer. It was the kind of waiting fall cold that came when it wasn’t biting outside yet, and it was almost pleasant. A promise of a change in the seasons. Tapp wondered why.
The trees hadn’t started to change color with it, or fall in piles, and as far as he’d gathered there weren’t seasons in here. Everything looked the same. Tall, thick woods, undergrowth and moss and rocks and fallen logs, a slight breeze on and off. Dark sky overhead, full moon, at this point long since throwing off everyone’s idea of what day and night were supposed to mean. All the usual. Except, somehow, the kind of cold in the weather. Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.
LIKE. Those opening lines mean nothing but environmental flavor when you read them. But they’re a lead in for the thesis of the entire chapter.
“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?” - A promise of a change in the seasons. - Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.
Like that’s it. Speak for the Dead is about a lot of things, but at its heart it’s about healing. It’s about forgiveness and healing, that exists between the living and the dead. It’s about how you can only speak for them, by speaking for them. Not how you want to punish yourself or live for them, but by how you know they would forgive you, or would ask you to live. Very little other than exchanges of information happen, but so much happens at the same time. All of it significant. It’s hope. It’s about how Tapp (and Meg) have spent every day here fighting in their own way to cope with the agony and failure of their lives, and the loss of people they couldn’t save, and have only dug their wounds deeper. About love. About nothing stoping the lambs from screaming except accepting that they want to let you go.
#god I love this chapter so much. literally I can start reading ANY part of it and get hooked. Me every time I re-read the one time in my#life I hit script perfection for an entire chapter straight: 💕💕💕💕💕#in living memory#in living memory (fic)#Speak for the Dead#I’ll never write something that good again maybe and that’s ok. perfection is perfection god I love that chapter#there so much said and so much unsaid. the way he buries Mandy. Adam trying to help. the fact literally never after in the story /does/ Meg#find out that she almsot died in a Jigsaw trap because she was judged for cutting? never. not post fic either. Ace and Tapp silently both#decide to never tell and she /never/ has to know. the way Meg asks if Michael knew Tapp loved him more than the job and that question is#not answered. she just says ‘he loved you’ and accepts that as a more significant one. the whole Jane discussiom. the way Tapp says ‘yes’#/only/ to ‘did it haunt you?’ when asked serious questions and usually just says ‘I don’t know’ if it’s probably true? the way he talks#about himself? the Saw references??? the dead people’s actions existing like ghosts in the script helping charcaters on a meta textual level#bc I only wrote Tapp surviving with a pen tracheotomy bc Peter Strahm did it? the The Silence of the Lambs thing?#all the ethical discussions that are so conceptual and simultaneously concrete in different ways. even the ethics are the dead and the#living mixing together. the way Tapp’s argument the only thing you can do for the dead is to finish their story for them-to do what they’d#been trying to do—doesn’t change? just what that means to him does. the way the entirety of In Living Memory itself is Philip finishing#Vigo’s story because Vigo is dead? and ILM literally /is/ Vigo’s ghost in the void chronicling these events to watch over and to tell this#story about how Philip is a good man. in which he is fulfilling Philip’s goals for him when Philip no longer can. the entire book is about#love and loss and no chapter in as deep a way as Speak for the Dead captures that on such a literal level#the book is the living speaking for the dead. and the dead speaking for the living. & a hope from that. a promise of a change in the seasons#literally. when they make it in V.S. from the eternal october. to finally November.
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theheadlessgroom · 2 years ago
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Randall smiled as he set aside his quill once he heard Emily coming, once again making sure the ink was dry before closing his libretto and moving to the lounge chair, where on the coffee table in front of it sat a pot of fresh tea and some little macaroons-his way of expressing his delight at how rehearsals were going so far.
Rehearsals were going far smoother than they ever had with La Constance around: It seemed like they dragged on forever with her, as she constantly threw fits about anything and everything she could possibly think of-her costume, the libretto, any noise her castmates made when she was practicing, the way the orchestra sounded, the stagehands working around her, and more. She was as unpredictable as the weather, and it made rehearsals a dreadful experience for everyone-even though Randall tried to curb her attitude in his own way, it still didn’t save everyone completely from her wrath, much to his disappointment.
But with Emily? It was a breeze: She arrived on time, didn’t make a fuss, got along well with those around her, and perhaps most importantly, gave it her all as she practiced. La Constance often arrived when she felt like it, hated to be rushed, and put very little enthusiasm into her performance, clearly showing she was not here because she loved her craft, but because she loved the money it made her instead.
But he wasn’t about to dedicate any time thinking about La Constance when he had much more important matters on his mind; namely, greeting Emily with a smile and proclaiming, “Brava, brava, bravissima!” She was quickly getting the hang of the role of the Countess, and doing a beautiful job to boot, giving an easily-superficial character a touch of depth, as she yearns for fun and excitement and love, and not the staid life she had now.
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magistralucis · 7 months ago
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@absolut--kurant!
I’m not Russian, but have been to Russia several times. My favourite ‘snack’ was СЫРОК. The chocolate covered yoghurty-cheese thing. Omg sooo yummy.
Oh yeah!
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reflectionsofgalaxies · 6 months ago
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been validated in my (poor?) decisions TWICE today and i’m feeling vindicated if also mildly conflicted
#not feeling like such a bad person for it after today#unrelated but it was also my grandpa’s service today and two of my dad’s long term family friends were there#and i’ve known them and their two daughters since i was a baby#and it was really nice to have them there#especially Aundra#she had my dad scootch over so she could sit next to me and we talked about how their bookstores are doing#and what her girls are up to#(one is finishing up her psych degree the other has just finished her apprenticeship as a tattoo artist)#and we talked about me going back to school and what i find fascinating about the sciences#and then back at the reception we talked books and animal intelligence#it was nice#also during the service my uncle (the youngest of the four kids) touched on Papa’s problems with anger in his early and mid-life#which gave me a bit more of an understanding of my father#because my dad never really saw his dad’s anger issues as ‘that bad’ or ‘much of a problem’#but the other kids did#and that explains why my dad also never saw his OWN anger issues as ‘that serious’ when they severely impacted the life of my mother and I#anyway family history is complex and trauma lives through generations#my dad had a severely alcoholic mother and a father with (at least during some points in his life) serious anger issues#and now he has a complicated and somewhat reliant relationship with alcohol and anger issues that haunted our family for some years#learning about family history gives a decent amount of insight and I hope it can arm us a little better#anyway#been a big day and I’m sooooooo sleepy#looking forward to seeing a friend on Tuesday to find our classrooms in advance of classes starting up in two weeks#personal
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