#Contro animation

[mrcontro]

A little rough animation for my animation graduate course. Still have more scenes to rough. 

[boanerges20]

Una Corsa Contro Il Tempo

[mechanicalriddle]

bumper sticker that says "I WAS HELD UP IN TRAFFIC BY MABEL THE COW SEPT 2024"

[outeremissary]

🌺 Ok one for the new kid! Kasander likes animals but keeps their distance from them, on account of not trusting the Urges

6/10 on average, I think, spiking to a 10 depending on recency of the last Incident. Kasander really loves animals and is someone who talks to them a lot, and they struggle to balance that with the precautions that would keep other creatures safe. In the end it's the same way with their companions- they could easily hurt or kill one of them by mistake, but they still travel with others. They're learning themself better all the time, and they hope that will help them have a better sense of when it's about to take them and they need to get away. They withdraw much more completely when something has gone wrong recently though. It's hard to maintain that optimism when the strategy has just failed.

[headcanon prompt]

[lessi-lover]

golden girl II m.earps x reader

★ golden girl II m.earps x reader

"you look gorgeous, baby." you tried your best to convince mary. "i don't think i should go," she choked out, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. "no my love, nobody deserves this award as much as you do." you gently kissed away her threatening tears. delicately taking her larger hands into your own, you guided her to the large mirror in your room.

"what if I'm not enough?" she asked, her voice almost breaking.

"most talented woman i know, my golden girl." you praised, whilst lightly kissing each of her fingers. you saw her hesitate for a moment as if she was fighting a battle in her mind to believe your sincere words before she took a deep breath and turned around. now facing you, mary grinned from ear to ear. looking down into your eyes with so much love, that you felt your knees almost buckle.

"you're right, darling." she responded, after a while. "and even if i don't win this award... i know I've won the two most amazing girls in the world." she referred to your baby girl, - sage, and your heart panged with adoration, eyes now tearful at her words.

"speaking of the little one, her babysitters should be arriving, right about -." the doorbell began ringing incessantly, a rapid amount of chimes that seemed to echo the cheekiness of your to good friends, - ella and alessia.

leaving mary, you went to answer the door whilst she woke your little girl from her afternoon slumber. you couldn't help but smile, as you opened the door only to be greeted by the sight of the two girls, decked in animal onesies, with fun, promising smiles plastered on both their faces.

as they entered your home, they immediately barrelled into you with a big hug. both their arms wrapped tightly around you, almost lifting you off your feet. "careful with the wife ladies, she just had a baby," a familiar voice spoke behind you. as the girls' arms gently let go, your waist was then again enveloped by another set of arms, this time belonging to mary.

in your wife's arms, lay a half-asleep sage, her eyes sparkled when she caught sight of her two favourite people, (well apart from you and Mary of course). "auntie el! auntie less!" your daughter called out, her voice now a mix of sleepiness and excitement.

alessia and ella's faces lit up at the sound of sage's voice. "our little star!" ella said in a whisper, sneaking up to playfully tickle sage's stomach, whilst alessia reached out and gently tussled her messy hair. the sleepy child let out a string of giggles, as she tried to push away ella's hands.

you watched mary with a fond smile. her love for sage was a fierce and passionate just as much as her love for the pitch.

"are you ready for a fun night with auntie el and auntie less?!" alessia exclaimed, sporting a cheeky grin. sage responded by extending her arms out to both the girls, clearly eager to engage in any fun they had planned for her. "i'm sure she is," you said, pecking your little girl on the nose and lightly pinching her rosy cheeks, eliciting yet another loud giggle from sage.

ella gently put her back on the floor, beaming with excitement, but slightly nervous about her babysitting duties. alessia and ella were the first people ever to look after sage, apart from both your mums.

"remember bed by eight, and no sugar after dinner." mary instructed the younger girls, her tone firm but warm. she then knelt down to sage's level, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear. "and you be good for alessia and ella, young lady." sage nodded in response, stretching out her pinky to seal the deal. mary chuckled, linking her finger with the girl, before squeezing her sides and kissing her head.

'call us if you need anything, right girls?" mary spoke, glancing at the girls, who were clearly already distracted by sage's intense description of her latest preschool adventure. "yes, mary. now go lovebirds!" alessia said, before once again ensuring Mary they would have everything under control.

mary now satisfied enough, turned to you. "lets not keep the night waiting, shall we?" interlocking your hands together, she pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. "good luck!" both girls said in unison, holding up your little girl as they waved goodbye from the front door.

~

as the evening unfolded, alessia, ella and sage now embarked on an adventurous journey. your once neat living room was now transformed into what could only be described as a pillow fortress. cushions and blankets had been gathered from all corners of the house, each piece carefully picked by sage, for it's essential role in the castle.

alessia and ella fully immersed themselves in the childish game, embracing their roles as the castle's valiant protectors. sage's imagination took over, and none other than her teddy bear was the 'villain' of the story, a mischievous bear named sir. fluffy, which sage had warned her babysitters that he was determined to steal their precious castle treasure.

as the game progressed, sir. fluffy, (operated by sage herself) made several attempts to swipe the precious treasure, only to be 'captured' successfully by alessia, who declared dramatically, "no villainous creature shall defy the guardians of this castle!" sage's laughter flowed loudly through the house, the three girls giggling hysterically on the couch.

when the game reached its end, sage decided that sir, fluffy had in fact learned his lesson, and could be forgiven. the bear was then 'knighted' by queen sage and became an honorary protector of the castle, much to alessia and ella's amusement. the girls then lay down on the couch, breathless to say the least, the two babysitters exhausted from their impromptu adventure.

"how about some dinner, queen sage?" asked ella, her face concerned at how she had lost the time during the game. sage nodded enthusiastically, her small brain having long forgotten the game, now only interested in what dinner might include.

opening the fridge, alessia caught sight of a small container, with the label, "for sage <3" written neatly on top. grabbing the food, she emptied it into a bowl, before tucking it into the microwave.

meanwhile, ella kept you entertained with a short game of "guess who: lionesses edition". as ella desperately tried to guess her teammates, sage found it quite easy to give clues about her aunties, her mothers having brought her to camp a fair amount of times.

"dinner's ready!" alessia yelled from the kitchen, offering sage a bowl of spaghetti pasta. sage immediately dug into her food, her babysitters having to tell her to slow down or she would get a tummy ache.

once sage was finished, alessia took her bowl to the kitchen, cleaning it in the sink, before grabbing some snacks for a movie ella and she had planned. ella picked sage up, throwing her up in her arms before crashing them both onto the couch. sage shrieked, arms wrapping tightly around her neck, as they both giggled excitedly.

"so what are we thinking? beauty and the beast, moana, the little mermaid, rapunzel?" alessia asked, flicking through different options on the tv. not missing a single beat, sage excitedly screamed out, "the little mermaid!" she raised her short arms eagerly above her head.

popcorn, jelly snakes, chocolate freckles, and cookies were spread out in bowls on the table, sage's small hands sneaking snacks every so often, although both girls were aware of her little 'hidden stash'. as the movie played, alessia, sage, and ella sang happily to the lyrics of each number, neither one of the babysitters missing the glint in the little girl's eyes whenever sebastian, the crab came on screen.

halfway through the movie, sage snuggled her small body between the two older girls, grabbing at their hoodies in her tiny grasp. her eyes began to flutter shut, sleep taking over her tired body. alessia took notice of this, checking to see her best friend still enamored with the children's movie playing on the screen.

"el." she whispered, trying to gain the girl's attention without waking her up. "what's wrong?" the brunette asked, tearing her eyes away from the bright screen. "look at the poor girl, she's fallen asleep on you," alessia responded, her thumb coming to rub up and down your small frame. grinning the girls took a photo, before sending it to mary.

~

mary sat anxiously in her seat, her palms sweaty and knee bouncing up and down erratically. next to her, you sat calmly, moving your hand to sweetly lay on her thigh, gently pausing her nervous movement. she smiled appreciatively, moving her larger hands to rest on top of yours, letting you know you were helping more than you could know.

as the event started to commence, you interlaced your fingers with hers. The tension in the air was intense, collective anticipation steamed from every corner of the room.

around you, sat some of the best athletes to walk the Earth. however, you felt in your heart that a special someone deserved this award, although that special someone would never believe you, no matter how hard you tried.

as greetings were dished out, you could feel your wife's tension slowly subsiding, instead replaced by self-appreciation for how far she had come. the small glance you shared with mary were filled with gratitude and love, a silent conversation that spoke volumes about the journey you had been through together. the journey that didn't stop tonight, whether she was to win the award or not.

mary's focus was entirely on you. the award, which had been at the forefront of her mind all night, gradually faded into the background, her eyes solely on you. her hands relaxed, her smile became more genuine, and the tenseness in her face became less strained.

then, unexpectedly, amid a shared smile, the moment arrived. the presenter's voice cut through the noise of the room, announcing the winner of the BBC Sports Personality of the Year Award.

time seemed to pause as mary's name echoed through the hall.

for a split second, there was a look of disbelief on mary's face, a flicker of surprise that didn't mirror your own. her gaze met yours, a sea of emotions dancing in her eyes – shock, relief, and hint of overwhelming realization. as applause erupted around you, you gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze, a silent message of pride and love.

"my golden girl." you said proudly, a look of true pride in your eyes.

mary rose to her feet, her movement still carrying a hint of disbelief. But as she stepped towards the stage, there was a growing confidence in her stride, a recognition of her outstanding achievements throughout the year and the heartfelt journey that had brought her to this moment.

your heart swelled with pride, watching her accept her well-deserved award and your eyes brimmed with happy tears for how far the girl had come. this was her moment, a shining display of recognition for something she so richly deserved.

lifting up the trophy, mary and you made eye contact, the blonde blowing you a kiss that you knew you would get teased by relentlessly for later.

~

after a memorable night at the award ceremony, you and mary quietly headed home eager to see your little girl again. the evening had been a success, but now, you couldn't wait to see Sage's reaction to mary's trophy and hear the next day about her time with alessia and ella.

as you gently pushed open the front door, you expected to see the two younger girls chatting on the sofa. instead, you were greeted with a heartwarming sight.

there, on the couch in a tangle of limbs and soft blankets, lay alessia, ella, and, to your surprise, sage, fast asleep. the living room was dimly lit by the fairy lights that they had obviously set up, casting a gentle, soothing glow on their faces.

you shared a look of mild amusement and slight exasperation with your wife. sage was clearly meant to be in bed, and by the looks of the empty sweet wrappers on the coffee table, the 'no sweets after dinner' rule had been enthusiastically ignored. yet, seeing them all there, so peaceful and content, it was hard to stay angry when they looked so peaceful.

with a silent chuckle, mary whispered, "so much for rules, huh?" Her voice was soft, filled with warmth, mixed with a slight irritation for the mischievous younger girls, but it was okay, - she'd get them back in training anyway.

carefully, so as not to wake your little girl, you both quietly approached the couch. mary gently scooped up sage, cradling her in her arms. you quietly picked up the stray sweet wrappers and straightened up the room a bit, all the while watching mary carry sage to her bedroom.

in sage's room, mary gently tucked the little girl into bed, arranging her pillows and pulling the covers up to her chin. you both took your turns kissing her forehead, before silently turning off the lights. you both stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically in the quiet of the room.

you both couldn't believe how lucky you were to call sage your own.

as you both retreated from sage's room, you made your way back to the living room. before gently laying a warm blanket over the two older girls, chuckling at the identical drool dripping from both their mouths. you both sat next to alessia and ella on the couch, sighing at their poor babysitting skills. you did your best to cover your laughs at the mess they had made of your house in only a few hours.

"seems, like we have three children now." mary joked, although you knew she referred to the two girls as her 'unwanted children', the both of them constantly begging for advice from the older woman, they really did love you both.

making your way to your own bedroom, you settled into bed with a comfortable silence taking over the room. you snuggled your body close to the blonde, her hand subconsciously combing through your hair. "I love you," mary's voice broke the silence. "thank you for everything you do for me. i couldn't have won without you." she admitted, lips pressing softly against your temple.

"i love you too, mary." you tucked your head into the crook of her neck.

"my golden girl."

[read-marx-and-lenin]

heyo- a friend is trying to get me to read 1984 because 'it'll totally change your worldview on government and anarchism', but i've heard some bad things about the book itself/george orwell. should i read it? is there anything similar/more theorylike i could read instead?

thank you! your blog rocks <3 <3

Go ahead and read it if you want. It's a classic entry into the genre of dystopian science fiction and it has spawned many imitators since its publication. However, if you're looking for actual theory or history, you won't find it there. I would recommend Pat Sloan's "Soviet Democracy" or Anna Louise Strong's "The Soviets Expected It" and "The Stalin Era" if you want real accounts of the Soviet Union under Stalin.

Orwell never actually visited the Soviet Union, and 1984 is based not on his own personal experience with the country but instead on Western propagandistic views of the country and his own displeasure towards the fact that during World War II, when the UK and the USSR were allies, the British press was much less keen to publish anti-Soviet works right at the same time he was trying to get Animal Farm published. You must also understand that his wife worked for the UK's Ministry of Information as a censor and Orwell himself worked at the BBC producing wartime propaganda. It is not a coincidence then that the main character of 1984, Winston Smith, is a censor and propaganda official working with the fictional "Ministry of Truth" and eventually finding himself battling against state control of information.

Ironically, after stylizing himself so much as a defender of liberty and freedom against the "totalitarianism" of the time, Orwell would write up a list of alleged subversive writers for the British Information Research Department, a secret department tasked with publishing anti-communist propaganda during the Cold War. Some of this propaganda would end up being a comic strip version of Orwell's Animal Farm. There is a significant throughline in both Animal Farm and 1984 that clearly betrays Orwell's political views. In both works, the proletariat are depicted as nothing more than idiots and sheep who follow the orders of anyone willing to give them work and are easily duped by intellectuals. In 1984, he phrases it as the proletariat being more "free" simply because they're so insignificant as to warrant no government surveillance.

In 1984, the fictional society of "Oceania" is a far cry from a dictatorship of the proletariat. The proletariat have no political power, they all live in slums and are mollified by bread and circuses. How is the building of the slums organized? Where does the money go when one buys their bread? We are not told anything about this except that the process is slow and inefficient. The story isn't interested in material concerns. The "proles" do their work, we are told, but we are never shown much more than informal labor. We don't know who is telling them to work or how they are getting paid. The "Outer Party" is supposedly the white collar "middle" class of Oceanic society, but despite the amount of focus the story has on this class, we are never shown a single Party member managing a workplace or poring over receipts. We are to believe that the proletariat are simultaneously left to their own devices and unmolested by the state, while also completely under the control of the state through invisible mechanisms that are never elaborated upon. While Winston will complain endlessly about his own quality of life, not once does a single prole gripe about their job. The cost and quality of goods come up sporadically and only to illustrate the deterioration of English society under Party rule, never to illustrate any material basis of said rule.

Even more at the periphery are the colonized peoples (although never described as such) within the war-torn areas never under the permanent control of any world power. All three of the global superpowers are said to be in a constant struggle over the control and enslavement of these super-exploited workers and the resources of their nations, which are said to make up a significant proportion of the material resources of each superpower, however at the same time they are not considered to be part of the proletariat and are dismissed as entirely disposable and unnecessary for the maintenance of any of these superpowers. To Orwell, it seems, colonialism is simply a thing the colonizers do out of habit and not a phenomenon with an actual material basis or actual material effects. In turn, the colonized are not actual people who might take umbrage with the constant conflict imposed upon them, but rather chattel that is perfectly content to be traded back and forth among the colonizers.

The importance of the middle class in society is a recurring theme in 1984. For example, the Trotsky-esque political treatise Winston reads within the story, "The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism", begins with a twist on Marxist historical materialism - while it recognizes the role of class conflict in human history, it asserts a transhistorical narrative of the eternal existence of three separate classes within society since "Neolithic times": the upper, middle, and lower classes. It is then asserted that it is the middle and only the middle class that is ever revolutionary, and that when it appeals to the lower classes it does so only to use them as a cudgel against the upper classes and never out of a genuine concern for their wellbeing. The treatise, idealistic as it is, provides little definition of these classes. The lower classes are described as "crushed by drudgery" and in a constant state of servitude that places them incapable of achieving political consciousness, something reserved solely for the upper and middle classes. The upper class is defined simply as the "directing" class, and the middle as the "executive" class. The identity of the middle class within Oceania is made clear: they are the "Outer Party", the white collar intelligentsia and managerial class which Winston and Julia belong to. One must assume Orwell viewed himself as a member of the middle class as well. If this section of the book is at all reflective of Orwell's own views (and to be clear no part of the book refutes this outlook,) then Orwell's rejection of Marxism-Leninism is rooted in his view of the vanguard party as simply a mechanism for the intelligentsia and bureaucrats to trick the stupid proles into overthrowing the bourgeoisie, rather than as a genuine means of proletarian liberation.

The politics of the Party are entirely idealistic in nature. "Big Brother" dominates through control of ideology and speech. The goal of Ingsoc, the ruling ideology of Oceania, is to make dissent impossible through the thorough alteration of language and the removal of words which could represent ideas that are not in line with Ingsoc, a process called "Newspeak". It is explicitly stated, however, that none of this ideological control is directed towards the proletariat, which is said to make up 85% of Oceania's population. The proles are not expected to learn Newspeak, they are not monitored by the telescreens, because as is stated quite frankly in the book, "the masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed." That this line is given by the villain of the story is unimportant, because the story never refutes it.

While Winston routinely repeats his belief that "hope lies in the proles", he is consistently met with scenes that challenge his faith whenever he winds up interacting with the proletariat. His conversations with proles reveal their total lack of concern with politics or history. He hears a crowd erupt into chaos and briefly hopes it's the proletarian uprising he is waiting for, only to find it's simply a riot over consumer goods. They are more than once compared to animals. While it is said in exposition that intelligent members of the proletariat who might end up fomenting dissent are eliminated, this is never actually depicted. We don't see Winston meeting with a single intelligent and politically conscious prole. The most intelligent prole he meets turns out to be a secret member of the "Thought Police". And so, the concept remains theoretical.

Winston is depicted as an ardent materialist, desperately defending the notion of external reality against deranged idealists who believe that through control of thought, control of reality becomes possible. But the world he lives in is not material. It is fictional, of course, but more than that, the fictional world described operates on idealistic principles even from Winston's own perspective. Winston's worldview is a faith based one, appealing not to any material basis for liberation but purely to emotion. It is love and the spirit of humanity that is the basis of freedom, and material freedom springs forth from it. Anyone who thinks otherwise is merely a trickster trying to control the masses.

Orwell rejected the material basis of history because he rejected the idea of a revolution on a material basis. To him, the revolution must be an ideological one, and the problem lie not in how society and the economy are organized but in the existence of hateful "authoritarian" ideologies governing the world. He believed the material basis was already here, that industry alone was the solution to material inequality, and so we must concern ourselves now only with the idea of equality and freedom, and from an abstract and universal viewpoint to boot. It is intolerable to him that a revolution be fought against an actual enemy in the real world. The problem is not that the capitalists are in control of the means of production, the problem is that the workers are too stupid to disobey them. A real revolutionary class would spontaneously throw off its own shackles through thought alone. It doesn't matter that Orwell was a lackey and a snitch, because in his mind he was freer and smarter than everyone else.

The bravery of Winston Smith was in recognizing the existence of a material reality that lies and propaganda could never destroy even while being tortured into believing such absurd notions as "two plus two equals five". But Orwell was never tortured into any of his incorrect beliefs. His incorrect beliefs stem purely from accepting the official narrative that he was fed and refusing to investigate its veracity for himself. Orwell's writing was used as propaganda against the designated enemy of the UK throughout the Cold War, adapted countless times in the forms of radio plays, TV shows, movies, and comic books. He never made an effort to actually travel to the Soviet Union to find out if what he was told about the country was true. All the other upper middle class "left-wing" intellectuals he hung out with seemed to be just as concerned as he was with the rising tide of "totalitarianism" and the supposed excesses of the Soviet Union, so why shouldn't he agree? He was in this regard no different than the Western "socialists" of the modern day who have no shortage of vitriol towards China or North Korea. Yes, he might performatively rail against chauvinism and nationalism, but only enough to ensure that he wouldn't be seen as a conservative. He still knew in his heart that his country was surely better than those barbarous communists in the East.

Yes Orwell was sexist and homophobic, and despite his best efforts he remained plagued by racist and antisemitic attitudes, but in addition to all that his books promulgated a view of the world entirely in line with British bourgeois values, which is why they were so eagerly used as propaganda by the British government. The Nazis were bad and the Soviets were bad because they were both authoritarian, and the differences between them were negligible and unworthy of mention. The references 1984 makes to the shifting alliances in Oceania, "we are at war with Eurasia" becoming "we are at war with Eastasia" and vice-versa, are most likely allegories for the shifting alliances of Britain at the time, how they viewed the Soviets as an enemy before the war, as an ally during the war, and as an enemy again once the war was over. Orwell viewed himself as above all of this simply because his view of the Soviets never changed at any point throughout this.

[ninelivesastrology]

SATURN & MARS: The Astrology of Horror

Scream (1996), directed by Wes Craven

The horror genre is my favorite genre in media and within it are some of the best and honestly, extreme examples of the significations of Saturn, the Greater Malefic and Mars, the Lesser Malefic.

Saturn is the Greater Malefic, its nature is cold and dry. It joys in the 12th House. Saturn is the signifier of darkness and dark places, enclosed spaces, restriction, control, secrecy, isolation, illness and death, taboo...

Mars is the Lesser Malefic, it's nature being hot and dry. It joys in the 6th House, a cadent house. It rules aggression, fighting, conflict, injuries, blood, deception, lying, weapons but especially sharp objects...

Starting off with the Slasher who walked while everyone else ran, I'll start with Halloween (1978).

Michael Myers moves slow, a Saturnian signification, but he gets things done. Michael spends a lot of this movie stalking Laurie, a 12th House signification.

Halloween (1978), directed by John Carpenter

I also find that very act of masking to be Saturnian in nature because of Saturn's signification of secrecy and mystery, which is given to the 12th House.

Moving onto my favorite Slasher.

Scream is the ultimate Martian movie to me. The Scream franchise itself is a masterclass in homage to so many horror films before it, but also in the concept of betrayal, something Mars rules. Its tagline is, "It's always someone you know." And in the history of this franchise, the audience had so much anticipation in finding out who Ghostface was in each entry, a true Saturn-Mars mix of mystery and bloodshed.

Scream (2022), directed by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett

Ghostface, like many other Slashers, wields a knife, but isn't exempt to using other weapons, such as guns. Mars rules all weapons.

One of my favorite creature features is Alien (1979). I have not seen Romulus! The tagline, "In space, no one can hear you scream."

One of the lesser known significations of the 12th House is travel, so get this, you're on a ship, isolated from everyone, in the middle of deep space while you and your crew members are being hunted by a large creature. Usually, the 12th House rules large animals and I would like to gently debate that the 12th House rules large, foreign creatures as well.

The Xenomorph is the ultimate monster, Saturnian by its appearance: Black. In addition, the 12th House is before birth and I find it funny how the Xenomorph impregnates it's prey, only for it to burst out in the most Martian way.

Alien (1979), directed by Ridley Scott

Found footage itself is especially Saturnian, since the 12th House rules missing people. I would go even farther to say that the 12th House rules the unseen. So the Paranormal is especially Saturnian in nature, given its cold and dry nature. Saturn is the absence of life and what persists beyond it.

The Blair Witch Project (1999), directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez

Onto another subgenre, one of my favorites, pestilence and death.

Saturn rules death and Mars signifies pestilence and the survival of said pestilence. Most famously, two of my favorite survival horror franchises are Resident Evil and The Last of Us. Resident Evil's entire premise of infection is centered around bioterrorism, starting with the corrupt Saturnian company named Umbrella.

Resident Evil is infamous for its body horror. In this instance, Mars rules body horror due to the painful injuries sustained from the transformation.

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)

In The Last of Us, we follow a man who survived the Outbreak, Joel Miller and a young girl named Ellie Williams who survived being bitten and is found to be immune. I find immunity to be Saturnian because your body is suppressing or resisting the infection. The infection itself is Martian as the 6th House rules illnesses.

The Last of Us Part I (2022)

The Cordyceps virus is very Saturn-Mars, given that the fungus attaches itself to the brain and controls it, causing the Infected to sustain its survival aggressively.

The Last of Us Part II (2020)

Survival itself is Martian in nature. Scarcity, a notable Saturnian feature of the Last of Us' intense and highest difficulty, GROUNDED, makes this a unique entry into the survival horror genre across all media. If you know, you know, the Last of Us has a theme of betrayal running through it and with that betrayal eventually comes consequences. Saturn and Mars.

I wanna talk about the Final Girls for a second. We love them. We root for them. We are them. I consider Final Girls to be obviously Venusian, given that the two domiciles of Venus, Taurus and Libra, are the detriment of Mars. Venus finds herself in trouble in the signs Mars rules, Scorpio and Aries.

In traditional astrology, detriment is considered to be the toughest placement for a planet considering it is the opposite of its home, facing conditions it is not equipped for. Certainly, the worst place and the worst time which is a Final Girl thing. Despite this, they still persevere.

Jennifer's Body (2009), directed by Karyn Kusama

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—Nine

[bread-and-roses-too]

Demonizing menstruation doesn't help spread information, mysticizing menstruation doesn't help spread information. Going completely neutral is the only way forward.

Periods are an expulsion of waste. They're no more gross than pissing is. The social etiquette of "excuse me I have to go to the bathroom" shouldn't change because someone puts a pad in their pocket before they head off.

Period blood is blood, along with endometrial cells. It isn't more dangerous or gross than the blood that comes out of a wound. It should be treated with the same level of caution because of the potential for disease transmission, but it's not some toxic sludge that you're going to die from looking at wrong. If blood gets on a nonporous surface a simple antibacterial wipe will remove it and prevent the spread of most potential diseases. For a porous surface like fabric soap and water may be enough, or hydrogen peroxide if the stain is stubborn. More careful steps may need to be taken if the blood may or does contain HIV, but it's important to remember that HIV can only be contracted by blood-to-blood contact or sex. Blood from a person with HIV isn't that much more dangerous than regular blood, just try not to touch blood directly in general and wash your hands correctly after handling soiled objects and you'll be fine.

Periods are not your body "punishing you" for not being pregnant. Your body is just a container for you, it doesn't have any feelings that you don't have. If you don't want kids but feel guilty about not having them, it is not your uterus making you feel guilt. That's you being reminded by your period to feel guilt because you were conditioned growing up to view everyone with a uterus as valuable only in terms of their ability and desire to carry children. Anthropomorphizing the function of your reproductive system is the way you deal with the guilt of not living up to your societal "purpose" of bearing children. Everyone who doesn't have kids, has kids late, or has a journey regarding children that's different from the societal norm deals with that to a certain extent, although people who were raised as girls/women tend to deal with it more. It's a line of thinking that you will likely need to work through, either alone or with a sympathetic therapist, in order to be content. Also, if your periods feel like a punishment that could be a sign that something is wrong.

Periods aren't supposed to disable you. Cramping should be at a "oops I ate something that didn't quite settle with me" level not a "cosplaying as a wounded animal" level. You should be able to pop your over-the-counter pain medication of choice and not have to think about the fact that you're on your period aside from the occasional bathroom trip to change your menstrual product. Bleeding through pads or tampons on an hourly basis isn't normal. Fainting from blood loss or pain isn't normal. Being unable to complete daily tasks, or completing them with difficulty, due to pain is not normal. Nausea or vomiting that interferes with your ability to stay fed and hydrated isn't normal.

Irregular periods can be normal, some people just don't get periods on a consistent schedule. Going more than 35 days between can be a sign that something is wrong. Going more than 90 days without a period, sometimes called "losing" your period, can be a sign that something is wrong. If you don't want to have a period, forcing yourself to "lose" it through starvation, overexercise, or stress is not a safe way to do it. These behaviors can have other long-term consequences, including premature death. Hormonal birth control can be taken consistently, skipping periods, with no excess effect on fertility or personal health that we're aware of.

Emotionality is normal before and during your period. Crying at a cat video that you would normally scroll past without thinking is normal. It's ok to be frustrated with emotionality, it can be annoying to feel out of control. It's also ok to withdrawal from others for a short time when you feel unable to socialize. Panic attacks, depression, sleep disturbances, loss of interest, and other major mood disturbances are not normal and can be a sign of premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD). PMDD is as serious as other depressive disorders and can lead to suicide.

Your reproductive system isn't self-contained, it's connected to the rest of your body via blood supply and other mechanisms. Even if you plan to have a hysterectomy or other permanent birth control at some point it's still important to get "period problems" checked out to ensure the rest of your body isn't affected.

People deal with their periods how they deal with them and it's none of anyone's business. Someone isn't lazy for not feeling up to activities during their period. People who eat junk food on their period aren't "making themselves feel worse". Judging someone's choice in menstrual products is so fucking weird and rude, yes I am judging you back. People who skip their periods using birth control (hi!) aren't ruining their bodies with chemicals. People who choose not to use birth control or don't use it for that purpose aren't choosing to suffer for no reason. People are infinitely complex in the ways they choose to deal with inconvenience and challenge and tearing each other down for not being the same is unproductive. Period stigma can only end when we work together, trans and cis, intersex and dyadic, all gender presentations, races, sizes, and abilities, to make it work.

In the theme of the last paragraph, if anything in this post is incorrect or uninclusive, please let me know and I'll fix it asap.

[image ID: a banner that reads "TERFs and SWERFs DNI].

[be-appy-71]

Provocare è scatenare i sensi con un solo sospiro, è infiammare la mente con la promessa del proibito, è dissolvere i limiti con un tocco furtivo, è mescolare desiderio e passione in un gioco audace.

Provocare è impigliarsi nei capelli del desiderio, ballare nell'oscurità con la lussuria come guida, è portare alla luce i segreti più oscuri dell'anima, è saltare nell'abisso senza temere la caduta.

Provocare è un atto di ribellione contro la norma stabilita, è sfidare il destino con ogni gesto e parola, è liberare l’istinto e lasciare che siano i desideri a governare, è essere il proprietario della passione e del fuoco che accende le anime perdute... ♠️🔥

[sweetzky]

MATT MATT Matt Matt, Tord nightmare au, info dump? Or whoever, but infodump? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

TordNightmare infodump yay!! ( With a Matt focused segment for you!)

As we know Tord hates the song "sunshine lollipops and Rainbows" so each one of his friends represents one of those things

Edd is the sunshine, Tom is the lollipop, and Matt the rainbow!

The way this nightmare world works is like a small island separated into the different elements of the song, the less crazy one is the sunshine garden (or basically Edd's area that includes the house... Which only exists for Tord to stay because Edd nor the others need to rest at all)

Sunshine garden was the first place he saw after waking up into the nightmare, the garden is the smallest area in this world and Edd lives here and does not leave at all. (Unlike Matt and Tom who can visit across areas of the island)

[to explain what the sunshine garden looks like is the guys house, surrounded by red flowers, the flowers extend until reaching the lollipop forest]

Edd hasn't explained why he doesn't want to leave the garden but he seems incapable of stepping outside. He also is the caretaker of the place, and makes sure the flowers and... oddly cute animals stay alive (as alive as those things can be)

After The Sunshine garden, it's the lollipop forest. The second biggest area of the island

Tom looks over this place, the forest is purposely like a maze to keep Tord unable to think about escaping the nightmare and more focused on "how the hell do I get out of this forest"

The forest is never the same and changes both unconsciously and at Tom's will and for entertainment purposes

Tom is much nicer and patient in this world still somewhat sassy, he loves entertaining Tord with games and tricks which are somewhat annoying

Tord doesn't like Tom being this happy and cheerful at all, it's weird and creepy And one of the main things he hates about this world

The lollipop forest is completely blue and purple and pretty much everything can be eaten, but it's all TOO sweet for Tord's taste. (The whole forest is made out of candy....)

Tom seems very stubborn about keeping Tord busy with something and does not give up as easily. (He's the reason why getting to rainbow Park is so complicated

(Matt segment wooo)

Rainbow Park is reigned by Matt himself

It was all so colorful it caused Tord eyestrain the first time he saw it, the place is a huge amusement park where all the little animals have fun

Matt is the most similar to his real world counterpart.

He's constantly looking at himself and trying to look his best but he's also a little unnerving... Whenever Tord is on rainbow Park Matt is always trying to bring him over to his castle to show him cool things of the place (which honestly just gives Tord more headaches)

Despite Rainbow Park being too colorful Tord likes only the fortune wheel because he can hide there from the rest of the world and also because it is the only place with somewhat calm colors (this is because Tord asked Matt to make them duller for him which Matt happily did)

Just as the other two, whenever Tord is around Matt refuses to leave him alone, somehow appearing even when he thought he had sneaked away, Tord always feels watched in the island...

Matt vampire powers don't help Tord at all... (Also Tord can't understand how Matt doesn't die under the sun he's a vampire?! Another thing his nightmare can't explain)

Interesting stuff

They all have some kind of "power"

Edd can control the weather of the whole island at will (not only sunshine garden) he always tries to keep it warm and sunny but when he's upset he can cause a scorching sun..... (Storms and rains happen only when he's truly truly sad which is rare)

Tom as mentioned can manipulate the way the Forest is built and can control time of sorts to make it seem like it's moving slower or faster (even stop it entirely) he uses this to mess with people (TORD) and keep him longer in the maze

Matt can control colors and... Emotions.

He can change the colors of clothes, body parts buildings even the sky depending on what he wants it to be (nobody can complain)

About emotions he can make others feel things they don't mean to

From happiness to sadness (which he mostly uses to make Tord feel at ease though it doesn't work for long since Tord knows Matt is doing SOMETHING to him)

There's much more to say but soon I will draw a map of the nightmare island for reference! :3

(also there are other characters who exist in Tord's mind... They're only a reflection of his subconscious but I'll show them later wink*)

[mrcontro]

I attended an animation panel this year at Dragon Con that allowed participants to animate using their smartphones. The app is called FlipaClip and is free (it does come with ads, fyi). This is my first time animating at Dragon Con, and it was fun learning the app!

[anima-complicata-80]

"QUANDO TUTTO SEMBRA ANDARE MALE, RICORDA CHE GLI AEREI DECOLLANO CONTRO VENTO, NON CON IL VENTO A FAVORE..." 🖤

Buongiorno anime ☕️🌷

[bursting-at-the-memes]

Animal Crossing: New Horizons Sentence Starters

"I was partakin' of a bit o' the GOOD soda with me crew." "I feel like you're always wearing that outfit. It's, like, iconic at this point." "That first sip was such a thrill. Then I let my apple juice spill." "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna be a snowboarding star!" "It's good to see you so soon again after seeing you." "They say that yesterday is gone, but I can still see it on my calendar." "Today's the best day since I found out was 'pasgetti was!" "I like to picture a cute little tail and perhaps some fluffy paws." "WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE PINK MAOMAO?!" "There's a strict 'No Eating Your Neighbour' policy at this institution." "Certainly is quiet...don't you think?" "I think I was getting a little bit overconfident, feeling like I could do everything by myself..." "Oh no... Feeling baaad is not good!" "I'm so glad you've got it under contro-Ow! Ow, ow, ow..." "I knew a bull once. He ran a real successful china shop." "Books are like mouths with a hundred paper tongues." "I can't eat cucumbers without me good mayo." "Well, something unfortunate might happen today." "Sorry-I was just surprised. But it's a good surprise. Like when you find extra fries at the bottom of the bag!" "I'll appreciate it even more if you, MY GOOD FRIEND, have a present for me." "Doesn't it smell nummy in here? It's 'cause I'm cuisine-ing!"

[canesenzafissadimora]

Oggi la si chiama "resilienza", una volta la si chiamava "forza d´animo", Platone la nominava "tymoidés" e indicava la sua sede nel cuore.

Il cuore è l´espressione metaforica del "sentimento", una parola dove ancora risuona la platonica "tymoidés".Il sentimento non è languore, non è malcelata malinconia, non è struggimento dell´anima, non è sconsolato abbandono. Il sentimento è forza. Quella forza che riconosciamo al fondo di ogni decisione quando, dopo aver analizzato tutti i pro e i contro che le argomentazioni razionali dispiegano, si decide, perché in una scelta piuttosto che in un´altra ci si sente a casa. E guai a imboccare, per convenienza o per debolezza, una scelta che non è la nostra, guai a essere stranieri nella propria vita.

La forza d´animo, che è poi la forza del sentimento, ci difende da questa estraneità, ci fa sentire a casa, presso di noi. Qui è la salute. Una sorta di coincidenza di noi con noi stessi, che ci evita tutti quegli "altrove" della vita che non ci appartengono e che spesso imbocchiamo perché altri, da cui pensiamo dipenda la nostra vita, semplicemente ce lo chiedono, e noi non sappiamo dire di no.

Il bisogno di essere accettati e il desiderio di essere amati ci fanno percorrere strade che il nostro sentimento ci fa avvertire come non nostre, e così l´animo si indebolisce e si ripiega su se stesso nell´inutile fatica di compiacere agli altri. Alla fine l´anima si ammala, perché la malattia, lo sappiamo tutti, è una metafora, la metafora della devianza dal sentiero della nostra vita. Bisogna essere se stessi, assolutamente se stessi.

Questa è la forza d´animo. Ma per essere se stessi occorre accogliere a braccia aperte la nostra ombra. Che è poi ciò che di noi stessi rifiutiamo.

Quella parte oscura che, quando qualcuno ce la sfiora, ci sentiamo "punti nel vivo". Perché l´ombra è viva e vuole essere accolta. Anche un quadro senza ombra non ci dà le sue figure. Accolta, l´ombra cede la sua forza.

Cessa la guerra tra noi e noi stessi. Siamo in grado di dire a noi stessi:

"Ebbene sì, sono anche questo". Ed è la pace così raggiunta a darci la forza d´animo e la capacità di guardare in faccia il dolore senza illusorie vie di fuga.

"Tutto quello che non mi fa morire, mi rende più forte", scrive Nietzsche.

Ma allora bisogna attraversare e non evitare le terre seminate di dolore.

Quello proprio, quello altrui. Perché il dolore appartiene alla vita allo stesso titolo della felicità. Non il dolore come caparra della vita eterna, ma il dolore come inevitabile contrappunto della vita, come fatica del quotidiano, come oscurità dello sguardo che non vede via d´uscita. Eppure la cerca, perché sa che il buio della notte non è l´unico colore del cielo.

Di forza d´animo abbiamo bisogno soprattutto oggi perché non siamo più sostenuti da una tradizione, perché si sono rotte le tavole dove erano incise le leggi della morale, perché si è smarrito il senso dell´esistenza e incerta s´è fatta la sua direzione. La storia non racconta più la vita dei nostri padri, e la parola che rivolgiamo ai figli è insicura e incerta.

Gli sguardi si incontrano solo per evitarsi. Siamo persino riconoscenti al ritmo del lavoro settimanale che giustifica l´abituale lontananza dalla nostra vita. E a quel lavoro ci attacchiamo come naufraghi che attendono qualcosa o qualcuno che li traghetti, perché il mare è minaccioso, anche quando il suo aspetto è trasognato.

Passiamo così il tempo della nostra vita, senza sentimento, senza nobiltà, confusi tra i piccoli uomini a cui basta, secondo Nietzsche: "Una vogliuzza per il giorno, una vogliuzza per la notte, fermo restando la salute".

Perché ormai della vita abbiamo solo una concezione quantitativa. Vivere a lungo è diventato il nostro ideale. Il "come" non ci riguarda più, perché il contatto con noi stessi s´è perso nel rumore del mondo.

Passioncelle generiche sfiorano le nostre anime assopite. Ma non le risvegliano. Non hanno forza. Sono state acquietate da quell´ideale di vita che viene spacciato per equilibrio, buona educazione. E invece è sonno, dimenticanza di sé. Nulla del coraggio del navigante che, lasciata la terra che era solo terra di protezione, non si lascia prendere dalla nostalgia, ma incoraggia il suo cuore. Il cuore non come languido contraltare della ragione, ma come sua forza, sua animazione, affinché le idee divengano attive e facciano storia. Una storia più soddisfacente.

Umberto Galimberti

[a-spoonful-o-generosity]

SO, the episode where Fluttershy is sold into a year of indentured servitude and Twilight uphold's the transaction Dash proposed for a book also has another little contro-ussy.

Yes, it does indeed appear the animators did give Twilight a horse-pu$$y for a few frames and they badly colored over it but the shape is very distinguishable.

I find this, fascinating but not that shocking.

[susieporta]

La Torre.

"La frattura del Muro Cosmico"

Stiamo assistendo ad un crollo Sistemico Energetico senza precedenti.

Mentre siamo impegnati nell'affrontare ondate di Frequenze altamente debilitanti, potremmo percepire che nel disagio più inaccettabile, si trova la nostra più grande Risorsa.

Molte Anime potrebbero ardentemente contestare che il livello di impatto sul loro Sistema Nervoso è troppo sfiancante per condurre una Vita piena o perlomeno "sostenibile" sul piano fisico e psichico.

Ma "Sentire" il Cambiamento, per quanto faticoso, ci consente di beneficiare dell'immensa opportunità di vivere il Presente nella Consapevolezza e nella Scelta.

Il resto sono solo "disagi" che, per quanto pesanti e sofferti, con pazienza, ispirazione e tanta cura e amore per noi stessi, si possono parzialmente governare.

Una Vita "non scelta" è il vero dramma.

Se non mi accorgo di nulla e vado diritto con il mio paraocchi contro gli spigoli, prima o poi lo schianto arriva. E pure bello grosso.

Prima o poi, ciò che ho tentato in tutti i modi di nascondere a me stesso e agli altri, mi sbatte in faccia l'evidenza.

Non denigrate i vostri Doni.

Sono strepitosi. E originano dal Divino.

Il vostro Sentito "sente" troppo?

Lo farà sempre di più.

La Strumentazione che si sta attivando negli ultimi mesi non è pensata per condizioni di "congelamento interiore", ma per l'Interattività tra il Mondo Visibile ed Invisibile. Per originare e ripristinare Equilibri Ancestrali perduti.

Se abbracciamo questa Trasformazione con tutte le nostre Forze, anziché subirne solo la parte della stanchezza fisica e psichica, scopriremmo che buona parte della nostra condizione di "sfinitezza" dipende dal fatto che stiamo conducendo un'Esistenza molto lontana da ciò che servirebbe al nostro piano di Struttura ora.

Riproponiamo e ci imponiamo ancora schemi antichi di funzionamento a fronte di una apparecchiatura molto più potente e sofisticata, a cui dovremmo costruire un Setting molto diverso e più individualizzato.

Non possiamo più circondarci da condizioni di Vampirismo, di Rumore, di Immaturità, di Manipolazione.

Il nostro Sistema si ammala. Reagisce con movimenti di arretramento immediati e inequivocabili.

Va in "over istantaneo".

Perché gli "strani" stavolta non siamo più noi.

Ma coloro che sono rimasti "indietro" e hanno continuato a riprodurre modelli di Vita superati e dannosi per la nuova Struttura Interiorizzata.

Occorre ripensare ai propri Spazi di Vita.

Sta giungendo il Tempo.

Devono essere sostenibili e accuratamente scelti per supportare le nuove Caratteristiche di Sistema.

Bisogna volersi bene e accogliere i nostri nuovi bisogni. Fisici, psichici e spirituali. Accoglierli, anziché denigrarli e continuare a lamentarsi della fatica che impongono.

La chiave di volta sarà il Cambiamento Materiale delle nostre Abitudini, affinché possa essere adattato pienamente ogni contesto di Vita quotidiano all'avvenuto potenziamento della Strumentazione interiore.

Il Sentito ci guiderà sempre di più verso la nostra nuova Esperienza di Autenticità.

Saremo chiamata alla Responsabilità.

Non si possono più abbracciare le Condizioni di prima.

Siamo completamente cambiati.

Non possiamo più sostenere il Vecchio. Ci inquina, ci contamina, ci uccide.

E' ora di Nuovo. Di nuove Scelte. Di nuovi Orizzonti. Di nuovi Luoghi dello Spirito.

Non sarà più il Dentro a doversi adattare al Fuori.

Ma le nostre Scelte Materiali dovranno corrispondere perfettamente alle esigenze dei nostri nuovi Spazi Interiori.

Giugno intanto ce lo farà sentire come esigenza non più procrastinabile. E poi, pian pianino, verremo portati dall'ispirazione a compiere quelle Scelte di Coerenza e di assoluta Novità, che da tempo stiamo cercando di raggiungere e interpretare correttamente nella Materia.

Ma il prerequisito essenziale resta "l'Amore per Se stessi", che è il tema caldo di queste giornate così intense e scardinanti.

Questa spinta ad Amarci profondamente sarà la chiave di volta degli avvenimenti che si manifesteranno a Settembre.

Stiamo solo scaldando i motori.

Il Bello deve ancora arrivare.

Ma intanto abbiate cura di voi stessi. Siate accudenti verso il vostro Corpo e la vostra Salute Psichica. Concedetevi spazi di Bellezza e di Natura.

Non condannatevi alla lamentela e alla vittimizzazione dei vostri Sintomi.

Ci sono. Ma possono essere leniti e aiutati con riposo e pulizia energetica.

Immense trasformazioni stanno avvenendo dentro.

Ne abbiamo solo limitata Coscienza al momento. Ma quando riusciremo a collegare tutti i fili che legano il processo, allora lo stupore sarà inimmaginabile.

Buon sabato. Di Vita e di Amore. E di crolli.

Mirtilla Esmeralda