#Ethical Thought / Cactus

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"Open My Eyes..." Chapter Three

🌶️ = Smut | 🍭 = Fluff

(very limited use of ‘Y/N’) 3,881 words Beta Read and co-written by my husband.

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PLOT

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 129-133+ AC (a mix of show & book timeline & canon, plus my own)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (full story) : Talk of Abortion, Emotionally Abusive Relationships (Aegon / Criston / Otto x Everyone), Alcohol, Blood, Blowjob, Branding, Bullying, Childbirth, Mentions of Rape (no rape of reader) , Death, Drugs, Fire, Hallucinations, Incest, Marriage, Misogyny, Pregnancy, Profanity, Sexism, Slut Shaming, Smut, Violence, War, P in V, Sex, Fingering, No Cheating, MDNI, 18+ , ENM (Ethical Non-Monogamy), Slight Breeding Kink, Dub-Con (in the Aegon Bonus Chapter) if you squint

From what I can remember about how to pronounce Nahuatl, you pronounce ‘X’ as ‘SH’, and pronounce every letter except ‘H’.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Aemond spent the next few weeks following you around like a puppy, though he tried to hide it and his natural swagger helped. That and his actual dog which followed him everywhere. That isn’t how he saw it, but Aegon frequently teased him about his newest interest. You, on the other hand, were still unsure of his intentions since you still hadn’t talked about the kiss.

You and Aemond were walking to the library together. You had just finished training and Aemond was teasing you about your fighting style. “I wouldn’t say you fight in a…conventional way.”

You knew what he was really saying, which made you sigh. “You can fight to live or you can die honourably. At least I’m ethical.”

“Hmm. How’s that?”

“I give my enemy a quick death.”

“I haven’t killed anyone, yet.”

“Try not to look forward to it.” You looked at him, “It isn’t what the songs and stories make it out to be.”

Later, you were both sitting and reading when Aemond suddenly broke the silence. “What age did you first ride?”

“I was eight when I rode my first dragon, Gaelithox.”

You traded stories. Your favourite was how and why Aemond got the sapphire for a false eye. You frequently rode your dragons together. He was only soft and gentle with you, not counting when you trained together. His tenderness towards you was evident to everyone. Soft whispers and stolen glances at meal times did not go unnoticed by Otto.

You didn’t see Aemond that next night at supper, but you had made some soup because you were feeling homesick. You needed to see Aemond and talk about the kiss, so you came up with the excuse to bring Aemond some food, as he’d not come to supper nor did he request anything to eat. You stood staring at his door as though you’d lost your wits. What were you going to say? It was a mistake? Should you apologize again? You knocked and waited, hearing a shuffle and a muffled, ‘Come in.’ You walked into Aemond’s quarters and sat down the tray at his table. It had a bowl of soup, along with bread, cheese, and a fruit.

He perked at your presence. “What is this?”

“It’s cactus soup.”

“Really?”

“It’s edible, I promise. I made it myself. It’s from the prickly pear cactus. There are two of the pears, right here.”

Aemond straightened at that, tossing one of the many scrolls on his desk aside. You had cooked?

“It’s not much, but you didn’t come to dinner—“

“No, it’s great.” He sat at the table and pulled up an extra chair. “Sit? Please.”

You did as he asked. He loved your soup and ate every bit. He hadn’t eaten all day and your meal hit the spot. You traded stories and bonded while he ate, but it was an hour later and you knew your friend Jaera would like to get her rest. You had completely forgotten why you wanted to talk to him. “I’m afraid I’ve been keeping you from something important that you would like to get back to.”

“Not at all, really. Just reading announcements.”

“Still,” you stood up to leave. Aemond softly took your hand, but you worried. “The hour grows late.”

Though Aemond wished you would stay, he knew you were right. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to be visiting privately so late. “Have a good evening.” He let you have your hand back and you continued on your way.

CACTUS SOUP W/ CHICKEN

INGREDIENTS

1 large soup pot

1 1/4 cups chopped white onion

1 cup diced bell peppers

1 tablespoon oil

3 cloves garlic, minced

1/2 habanero chili, seeded and minced

1 pound tomatoes (2 large), cored, peeled, and chopped (or 15oz of canned crushed tomatoes)

1 1/2 cup Nopalitos (cactus)

2 quarts chicken stock

1 teaspoon dried oregano (preferably Mexican oregano if you have it)

1 teaspoon salt, more to taste

1 1/2 pounds skinless, boneless chicken thighs

1/3 cup lime juice (from 2 to 4 limes, depending on the size)

1/2 bunch cilantro, roughly chopped

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1 1/4 cups chopped white onion

1 cup diced bell peppers 

1 tablespoon oil

Sauté. Cook until peppers are soft and onions are translucent, about 8 minutes. 

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3 cloves garlic, minced

1/2 habanero chili, seeded and minced

Add the garlic, minced habanero, and cook 2 minutes longer.

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1 pound tomatoes (2 large), cored, peeled, and chopped (or 1 cup of canned crushed tomatoes)

Add the canned (or  peeled chopped tomatoes) to the onions. 

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1 1/2 cup Nopalitos (cactus)

2 quarts chicken stock

1 teaspoon dried oregano (preferably Mexican oregano if you have it)

1 teaspoon salt, more to taste

Add the stock, oregano, Nopalitos, and one teaspoon of salt.

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1 1/2 pounds skinless, boneless chicken thighs 

After simmering 15 minutes, adde Chicken and cook 10-15 minutes.

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  1/3 cup lime juice (from 2 to 4 limes, depending on the size)

  1/2 bunch cilantro, roughly chopped

After removing pot from heat, add the lime juice and cilantro.

Aemond stirred as you snuck into his room through a secret passage. Jaera had told you about this one in particular, with a wink. He sat up and watched as the tiny flame danced around the room. “Who is it?”

You moved the light to show your face clearly. “It’s me.” You set the candle down on his desk. Then you turned to him in bed and began to pull your nightclothes down, but you paused because it looked like his one remaining eye was going to pop out of his head. “Is this okay?”

“Princess… What about your virtue?”

“I haven’t been a maid since I was fifteen.”

Aemond’s cheeks flushed at your confession. He was happy the room was dark so you couldn’t see. “Princess…” He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t a virgin, but the sight of the woman who had been on his mind, standing in front of him, asking if she can fuck him? Was it another dream like the other he’d had of you? “Princess, the small council has decided to offer you an engagement to Daeron.”

You giggled at the way he sounded when he told you. As though he needed to get it out of the way. “I know.”

You were really offering yourself to him. Not because he was paying, he hates paying for it. It wasn’t because he was a prince; you were a princess and would most likely marry a prince or a king. “Say that you want me and not my brother.”

“I want you. Not your brother. Either of them.”

Aemond silently nodded, so you continued until you were fully exposed in front of him. He swallowed thickly and already felt himself growing hard. Could he really be this lucky? Was he soon to be inside of you?

You pulled his sheets away (of course he slept in the nude) and you straddled his lap. He had forgotten about his eye patch and covered his sapphire eye with his hand, but you put your hand on top of his. “Let me see.” You kissed his face, where you could see his scar still.

“You’re not disgusted?”

You gave him a gentle smile, “You can see my scars.” Indeed, you had battle scars along the front of your body and on your arms. You kissed the hand covering his eye, then you sat back. “I didn’t think you were so uncomfortable with it. I’ve heard stories about you showing it off—“

“Oh, you’ve heard stories, have you?” He removed his hand. His body was tense, teeth clenched. He was defensive as you looked at his beautiful sapphire. “I’ve heard stories about your people, too. Whores, the lot of you. Taking multiple lovers. Interbreeding with the savage natives of Sothoryos—“

You pushed him down. “Never,” your nails dug into his chest. “Speak of me or my people or my famly that way again.” You pulled your hands away, slowly. “The natives aren’t what everyone says they are. Not all of them.” When you felt him relax, you noticed his hardening cock under you. “I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’ve seen lots of things on the battlefield, and before, and after.” You kissed him, “But…” You touched your cheek to his. “I have never seen anything more beautiful than your face. All of it.” You slowly lifted your hand, long enough for him to stop you, but he didn’t. First, following the scar from top to bottom, then you kissed under his false eye. “Ketsaltik.” (‘Handsome.’)

His finger followed a scar on your shoulder.

“I didn’t come in here to start an argument.” You kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth. “I came here because I want you inside of me. Mitsnikneki nechiitik.” (‘I want you.’) You ran your fingers over his nipples, causing him to shudder. 

Aemond sat up again. His hands grazed up your thighs, “And you appear to know exactly what you want.” He squeezed the globes of your ass when he reached them. “And how to get it.”

“I only hoped you wanted me. I wasn’t sure after the day I was showing you the map.”

He held on to your hips, moving you to grind against him. “What would possibly give you that idea?” 

“The way you completely changed the subject after I kissed you. And before that, when you pulled away from me.”

“I wanted to kiss you too, but the small council decid—“

“Otherwise known as your family.”

Aemond sighed. “They wanted you with Daeron, and I was only doing what I thought was right for my family.”

“What’s right for you?”

“This.” He pulled you down and kissed you. Aemond bit at your earlobe and whispered, “Use me the way you envisioned when you thought of this moment.”

“My Prince.”

“Call me Aemond. Call me whatever you wish.”

“Okay.” You smiled and gently pinched his chin, keeping your fingers there as you spoke. “But I want you to keep calling me Princess.” Your hand traveled from his chin down to his groin. He was fully hard now, ready to be fucked, his one eye was dark & half-lidded. He laid back again and that eye closed when your hand wrapped around him firmly and you started pumping. When he finally looked at you again, you positioned yourself over him and you both watched as you sank down onto his length. His deep exhale told you how pent up he was. “Has it been such a long time?”

“I’m very particular. A woman has to pique my interest; keep my attention.” His grip on your waist tightened while you rubbed your clit. He watched as you pleasured yourself with him inside you, but not for long. He started by encouraging you up and down his length. You slowly ground into him and he grunted, “I’ve tried relieving myself, fighting, drinking, training, and nothing has felt as good as this.”

You whimpered as he sped you up. “You almost make it sound like it’s your first time.” He latched his mouth onto one of your nipples. Your fingers carded through his loose strands then you lightly pinched your pearl. “Mmm… But I can tell it’s not.” You moved your hips up & down, and he groaned. You looked into his eye as you sped up. Eventually, you were fucking him as hard as you could, your hips slammed into his. He thought he might explode when your hand went around his neck and you squeezed just enough to let him know who was currently in charge. “Who am I?”

He moaned as you slammed down on him. 

You were so close. “Tell me who I am,” you whined.

“My Princess.” He fucked up into you with the same ferocity.

While keeping eye contact with him, you gripped onto his shoulders and you cried out, “Fuck! Aemond!” It was like connecting to his soul. You were in a daze as you came and Aemond continued fucking you through your climax. He slowed down temporarily, while you came to your senses. You tried to help Aemond achieve the same end by speeding up again.

He pulled you in by your neck to kiss you passionately. “My Princess has a mouth on her.” He took over then, fucking up into you to chase his own high, but when he was close, he slowed down. “What about…” He could barely form any thoughts. “Baby…”

You slowed almost to a still. “I’m protected, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can finish you in other ways.”

“That’s best for now.”

You smiled and got off of him, crawling down his body. He looked down at you as you licked up the length of his cock. His hand flew to the back of your head. “Princess…” His grip tightened as your mouth completely enveloped him and you started sucking. It didn’t take long to bring him his release. You swallowed his seed, making a show of it to tease him.

There was a comfortable silence  while you both caught your breath. He held you close to him and you both laid like that for ten minutes, cuddling. That was until you quietly got off of the bed. He watched as you picked up your shift and started dressing. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my apartments.” 

Aemond almost panicked for a minute. Had he done something to offend you? Should he have finished inside of you? “You don’t want to stay?”

You finished dressing then you kissed him again, making sure to linger at his lips. “In Westeros, it is already improper of us to do what we just did. I don’t want to press my luck.”

He kissed you again. Honestly, he meant for it to be quick, but it was as though the second his lips connected to yours, he was under some spell and it was 18 seconds later that you finally ended the kiss and parted from him. You left him satiated and sleepy, so he fell asleep quickly after your encounter. His worries over what would happen next could wait until the next day.

You stared at the ceiling of Aemond’s bedroom. It was the third such time you had done so, though you lost count of the times you’d been with Aemond. You stopped counting after five. You hadn’t planned to fall in love. You were lost in thought and worry about the future. Every day was busy, but most nights were for you and Aemond. Talking, cuddling, laughing, fucking… The two of you had created your own world inside of either of your bedchambers. Nothing else mattered. Not Aegon’s teasing of Aemond, not the politics that brought you to the table in the first place. You could get lost in each other and you grew even closer by sharing stories and secrets, and wishes for the future. The only problem was this: When you became Queen, you would have to marry to strengthen your alliances.

The tips of Aemond’s fingers grazed over your hip and up to your neck, then your chin. He turned you to look at him, “Marry me, Princess.”

“Hmm. Don’t get ahead of yourself, my Prince.”

It was silent for a moment then he spoke again, “May I ask how many lovers you’ve had?”

“Why do you want to know? Something been on your mind?”

“I’m just curious. It doesn’t bother me if I’m the fifth or 72nd, but I know I’m not your first.”

“Seven, now.” You looked at him. His face was unreadable. “Does that shock you, My Prince?”

Aemond dipped his head. There was a blush on his cheeks and across his nose. “I’ve only ever been with two women before you.”

“Why not more?”

“Interesting question.” He smiled at you. “It always felt wrong.”

“In what way?” You sat up. “Do you feel that way with me?”

“No, Sweetling.” He held your hand. “I don’t feel that way with you. Not at all. I can’t explain it, really. I just felt nothing with them, but with you…” He took your hands, “With you… I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”

“Careful. You’re awfully close to saying that you love me.”

He smiled at that, “Perhaps I do.”

“Aemond…”

“What would you say if I said I loved you?”

“I would say it back.”

“Avy jorrāelan.” (‘I love you.’)

You kissed him. “Nimitstlasohtla.” (‘I love you.’) 

He understood you. He kissed you so passionately that you started whimpering. You felt heat in your chest and groin. Then he stopped and you nearly pouted.

“Show me your home. Take me to Sothoryos.”

“I will.” You kissed him.

“Let’s have children together.”

“My Prince!” You playfully hit his chest, then you got close enough for his lips to ghost yours. “Convince me.”

Aemond got on top of you and nuzzled your neck. He knew you already had your answer, so he decided to tease you instead. “Say yes.” He bit at your flesh, causing goosebumps. “Say yes.” His fingers dipped into your seam, feeling his leftover spend and your wetness between your folds. He rubbed your pearl in torturously slow circles. “Say yes.”

“Y—yes. I will marry you—“ You keened as his finger sped up. “A—and have your ch—children, Aemond Targaryen.” You kissed him and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Avy jorrāelan.” You hadn’t noticed he was already hard, so when he started entering you again after finishing 20 minutes before, it took you by surprise. You gasped, “Aemond.”

He retracted his hips. “Did I hurt you?”

You smiled, “It’s not that easy to hurt me.” Your hands found his ass and pressed him further into you.

You talked about one of your ex lovers, someone you thought you might marry one day. “She sang to me.”

“If I knew singing to you would make you fall in love with me, I would have done it sooner.”

You laughed, “That’s not why I fell in love with either of you.”

“What, then?”

“With her we… It was her elegance and kindness. She used to be supportive, patient, and funny…“

“Hmm. You love her, still. I can tell by the light in your eyes when you talk about her.”

“I love who she used to be. I don’t love who she is now.” You took his hand. “Avy jorrāelan. (‘I love you.’)”

“Why did you leave her?” You were about to cry and Aemond saw it on your face. “What is it, sweetling?”

“I’ve been afraid to tell you from the beginning that, as Queen, I may need to take three husbands in order you produce enough heirs who may sit on the Camopaltic Throne from any alliances made. Because I still need to create alliances. Sothoryos is less peaceful than Westeros.” As usual, Aemond’s face was unreadable. “I will do everything in my power to make sure that I don’t need to take another spouse, because I only want you.”

“No, Princess…” He calmed you down before you started crying. “If it’s something that you need to do, you should still marry and produce heirs.”

“I can have heirs with you.”

He gave a gentle smile at your insistence and took your hands in his. “We will be okay, my love.” He kissed you. “I love you and I know you love me. Nothing can take away from what we have.”

“Are you sure?”

“I cannot lie to my betrothed… I may get a little jealous, but it would be difficult not to.”

“This does mean that you can have other wives.”

“Why would I want someone else?” He kissed your neck. “I have you.”

“When you can’t have me.”

He looked at you, “Do you plan on being away from me for long periods of time?”

“Sometimes. Is a few moons long to you?”

He shook his head. “We can discuss that if it ever happens that I find someone I am interested in.” You laid together in silence for a bit before he spoke again. “How does the Sothoryi kingdom work, exactly?”

“It’s similar to Westeros, except the people are more involved. There is the Crown and the thrones of kingdoms that we bring into the fold. There is a peace between the Crown and everyone else, but there is a lot of fighting between thrones. If we bring them into our family, they become an extension of the Crown. The King or Queen makes the final decision in all matters, but we have what we call ‘Kuautitlahtokalistli’ (‘Great Council’) with 138 members, currently. There are the base members of our own Great Council, followed by representatives of each throne. Those are the basics of our government. ‘Exactly’, is a little complicated. Loicato is the King’s Landing of Sothoryos.”

“You’re on this council?”

“Yes. As the heir, I have to be on the council. I was chosen when I was seventeen.”

“What about your siblings?”

“I didn’t ask for it. My father was ill for a while, so there was a meeting of the Great Council. I was chosen to be the next Sothoryi Queen and my father is the one who convinced me to accept.”

“What if none of the children want to be the leader?”

“It’s a similar process.”

“What made you fall in love with me?” He returned to the subject.

“Well…” You scooted closer and kissed one of his calluses. “I love that you’ve been very generous with your time.” You kissed his palm. “And that you’ve been very generous in bed.”

He knew you were being purposely joking with that comment, but he had hoped for more than that, too. “That’s what you’re concerned about as far as love goes?” 

“No, my sweet summer child.” You turned onto your stomach and kissed his shoulder. “I love how devoted you are to your family, even though sometimes that makes me feel like I’m coming in between you. I don’t want to come in between you and your family. It doesn’t end well, and I’m speaking from experience on your side of things.” Aemond opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him. “Let me finish.” He closed his mouth, so you continued. “I love the way you fight, not how good you are, but how well you assess an opponent. You match them, almost perfectly, because of the way you dedicate so much of your time learning and practicing your skills. It’s magnificent and I’ve never seen anything like it. And, speaking of learning… I love your mind. You read all the time, and your mind seems to absorb the information on those pages like a cloth. I would have to study for hours to know what you know. Sometimes I wish I could see what’s in there.”

He looked away from you. “Trust me, you don’t what to see what’s in here.”

“Yes, I do.” You turned his face to you. “I want to know everything about you.”

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EPILOGUE

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SERIES MASTERLIST

[bss-samsiyye]

Adeia 2023

- The gods have been very good to my garden this year. I even had four plants make a miraculous recovery after I was certain they would die. So this year I'm thanking them for it with honey libations and by repotting everyone to air out the soil and fertilize it, and focusing mostly on asking for regular rain. We had some rain this winter, which should NOT happen, and on the other hand I've never seen less rain in a wet season...which of course did not stop my city from flooding because it used to be a wetland. I'm asking Ba'al for lots of rain next summer.

Pictured here: wild amaranth, rosemary, marigold, arnica + lavender, wild Mexican tea and a baby chayote.

- I also prayed for Demeter's blessings for the sustainable urban designs I'm submitting to the relevant government departments some time next week, and for a proposal I want to introduce in my neighborhood to switch to native grass species, plant more flowers for native pollinators and upgrade outside lighting to be more firefly-friendly. I also asked her, and Persephone, to protect agricultural land, which is being threatened by both global warming and an increasingly violent political situation.

- Collected organic waste in a jar for three days to mix with the plants' new potting soil. A friend of my grandmother's gave us chicken eggs from his sustainable farm so I felt more pressed to not just throw the egg shells away and show my thanks.

Pictured here: a grinding stone shaped like a pig, for Demeter, and crushed eggshells in a jar mixed with wilted carrots.

- The wheat I planted last year suffered an untimely death by pet rabbit (his name is Apollo) and the one I planted in March to replace it is taking it's time, so I offered it only in spirit.

Pictured here: rabbit-appropriate wheat (with some chickweed) and a green wheat stalk for the gods.

- I also planted cattails (ethically sourced from my local zoo's restored wetland habitat) to keep it water-themed. Some will go in my garden, others to friends' gardens, and a few to my grandmother's artificial pond.

- For the food offering, I wanted to prepare chiles en nogada, stuffed (big) peppers with walnut and goat cheese sauce and pomegranates for decoration. The ingredients for it are in season so I thought it was appropriate, but it's also a reminder that we have to think about where our food comes from and protect those sources. Chiles en nogada are a traditional September dish; unfortunately, the recipe has changed in recent years because one of the ingredients used in the stuffing, called acitrón, comes from a barrel cactus species which is now endangered. Alas, it's quite a labor-intensive dish and it's a busy weekend for my family, so we're making it next week instead.

[gothhabiba]

We’ve written extensively on the economics of a lot of products in Morocco and as always the result is the same: artisans are paid next to little while middlemen take extensive mark ups. But in a land where exploited artisans is the norm, the scale of exploitation with sabra was unmatched.

The sabra product made in those windswept towns are places where middlemen in Marrakech set up their workshops and where most products you find on Instagram or in the Marrakech medina are made. The areas are out of the eye of tourists as well as the clients of middlemen and much too inconvenient for buyers to visit for themselves. The artisans are simply too far away to know what is actually happening in the market and are largely unaware. It’s a perfect environment for a made up story to thrive.

In one of the most well known towns where sabra product is made there isn’t one single official cooperative. All the women work as individuals, who middlemen pit against each other to extract the cheapest price and turn around times. When we talked to the women, they laughed at the thought that they could sell their sabra pillows, which take them 5 days to make, for more than 50 MAD ($5 USD). That is 10 MAD a day ($1 USD per day) in a country where the minimum agricultural wage is 70 MAD per day. Oftentimes, the women are expected to pay for the material which comes out of the 50 MAD price they are paid. A middleman likely tells their buyers the artisans are happy with what they pay, and the women may very well be because they do not know any better.

[...] Collectivco (and we can list many other similar companies) just recently launched their new line of Sabra pillows for just $50 USD each. You can assume that they’re at least working with a margin of at least 50%, so they paid at most $25 USD for a pillow in the Marrakech medina, which falls in place with the break down above. To any ethical seller, you’d know that something isn’t quite right with a handmade product of such detail price at just $25. At that price either artisans are getting exploited or the material isn’t what the customer thinks it is. In the case of sabra rayon products it is both. While people in Morocco may just not know any better, that excuse does not extend to many foreign companies who benefit most from the deception and often drive such trends.  And let’s be real: if a company like Collectivco is selling you sabra is anything else they say legitimate?

-"The truth about Moroccan sabra: everything you ever wanted to know about the mythical cactus silk agave fiber"

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Opinions or thoughts on the philosophy themes/ references in rgu?

Essays

just so many Essays

I don't have many opinions on philosophy particularly that are jumping at me,

However Sayonji is definitely the kinda guy to hear arguments against Ethical egoism (because I believe that's what he believes in) and for those arguments to go into one ear and right out the other. I can just imagine him being all like "If psychological egoism is true, then it is only possible to be selfish, so why not even just be altruistic, why don't we just do everything for our own personal gain." and then Utena looking at him like "dude it can't be ethical with no ethics bitch."

But honestly just read from people with more to say, I think you'll really enjoy it.

You should watch that one scene though I don't remember which episode where basically: Touga and Akio are in a room (and they're shirtless cause y'know) and Akio is surrounded by all of these cacti, and they're talking about Utena. We then get a shot of Touga holding a cactus and as he talks a flower on top of the cactus blooms. A flower on a cactus blooming is a symbol for love, and so there are two ways to interpret this scene;

One, it's one of the first instances of Touga's genuine romantic feelings for Utena in a honest metaphorical display in contrast to Akio's dishonest, prickly asshole grooming.

Two, It shows the one sided dynamic of Touga and Akio (obviously cause Touga's 17 and Akio is an adult and) because of that same metaphor from above but for Touga's respect and attraction to Akio and Akio once again being a little prickly asshole.

I just think that the scene is interesting cause it says "Touga and Akio are the worst, and Touga is a teen still getting taken advantage of by Akio."

Thanks for the question! I hope this was insightful!

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 8, Part 3

Slumber Party Animal dreaming Kelly is ready for his sleepover. Calista and Aaron discuss how to ensure Deanna keeps honing her smarts, and what to do about Deanna's plans to move in Paris.

Here's a quick key as to which kid is which. First 5 were all born in game either to my sims or others. Atlas of course came with Growing Together.

Kelly: Thanks for coming

Anya: Between us, you're my favourite, but don't tell the others, seriously

Kelly: I've never been anyone's favourite though

Anya: Don't make me regret it

Fergus: Are we watching a movie or what

Drake: We can't pick

Kelly: My house, I pick

Chasity: Do any have subtitles

Drake: EA doesn't have that much inclusion. But you're not completely deaf right

Chasity: It's mild loss, tv audio can be tricky

Kelly: Would going straight to stories be easier

Chasity: I don't want to put anyone out

Kelly: Too late, I have decided it's storytime. Anyone complaining, complain to me

(Kelly may be evil but he's learning how to make people like him)

Calista: Just like that, our third one is grown

Aaron: I knew one of them had to get valedictorian

Calista: You taught them a proper work ethic

Aaron: I just hope she chooses her degree sensibly

Calista: Me to, but I'm sure we can help

Aaron: I don't want her frittering her YA years away

Calista: Then make sure she knows we expect her to go to university

Aaron: I had hoped the robotics station would be signal enough

Calista: But if we leave it she may just make robots forever, and not get any higher education

Aaron: I'll make sure we're all on the same page then

Kelly: It was a dark and stormy night when the school bus crashed in the middle of the desert. Bodies and metal went everywhere, but 4 kids survived. They collected what they could and set out in to the night

Atlas: Why not stay with the bus

Kelly: Because they were idiots Atlas. As I was saying, they left

Atlas: Absolute idiots

Kelly: They walked until they couldn't walk anymore and had to rest. The only shelter they could find was a series of rock shelves surrounded by strange plants. Part cactus, part something else

Chasity: What's the something else

Kelly: The kids didn't know so they settled down to sleep

Joey: BAM

The kids squeal at the surprise

Kelly: Jerk! What are you doing

Joey: You invited me

Kelly: I did not!

Joey: You told me you were having a sleepover, the invitation was implied

Atlas: Do you know the story

Joey: Who do you think told him?

Kelly: Let me tell it!

Joey: Fine but tell it right

Fergus: So the kids went to sleep, right Kelly?

Kelly: Not for long. Soon they were woken by an eerie whispering

Drake: How does a whisper wake you up

Kelly: Because it came with a cold wind okay

Anya: Hush Drake, just let him talk

Kelly: The kids were awake, and the whispering grew louder! Join us, it said

Drake: Who said?

Chasity: The voice obviously. Have you never heard a scary story before Drake?

Kelly: Join us and join mother, the voice said. The kids were properly freaked out and huddled together. It was then they realised, thre was only THREE of them

Fergus: Wait where did 4th go

Kelly: The kids wondered this. One wanted to go look but the others were too scared

Anya: Did they go look

Kelly: One did. She wandered out among the dunes chasing the voice. Several times she thought it was just in front of her, sometimes she could feel it whisper in her ear. She looked all night but never found the voice. When she returned to camp the others were DEAD

Joey: Really?

Kelly: Shut up Joey! Scrawled on the ground in the blood were the same words, join us, join mother. The one surviving kid suddenly realised the voice wasn't ahead or behind her. It was INSIDE THEIR HEAD! Then, she exploded!

Fergus: So much blood *shudders*

Joey: You lot should sleep now

Anya: But the voice...

Joey: When I told it there was less blood

Kelly: So more boring

Drake: But what was the voice

Kelly: No one knows. Remember, no one survived

Chasity: I hope I can't hear the voice

Fergus: It'll be easier for it to get you if you can't

Chasity: Stop pranking me!

Kelly: Joey leave already

Time for a game of, everyone PLEASE go to sleep where I want you to. To my shock it didn't take too long before all 10 sims are sleeping soundly right where I want them.

Aaron is up early for a jog. Everyone else wakes in their own time and Calista sets about making breakfast for all the kids.

Calista: French toast is served everyone

Fergus: Hooray for food

Paris: Is there enough for me

Calista: Of course dear. Did you have a good sleep

Paris: I did, thanks

Kelly: Is Deanna still lazing in bed

Paris: Oh no, she's already up and on that robotics bench

Calista: I'm glad she's making use of it, her pa will be so pleased

Paris: He's really in to further study huh

Calista: He dreams of all the kids getting degrees really, he's always pushed them to work

Calista: I'm sure your parents would have wanted you to attend university to

Paris: I don't know, maybe. Further study seems daunting

Calista: Only daunting until you try it

Paris: So if I move in will Aaron expect me to go to university

Calista: I... Hmm

Paris: Because that's quite a condition

Kelly: Are you moving in with us

Paris: Deanna offered but I've not made my mind up

Atlas: I'd hate to stay in the foster home, you hear the worst stories

Calista: Yes...

Paris: Speaking of, I better get back. Thank you for having me Calista

Calista: Yes...

Kelly: Never come again

Paris: Whatever

Calista is cleaning up when the Pancakes arrive to pick up Fergus.

Eliza: So glad we didn't have to host that

Calista: Kelly managed to get gold somehow

Bob: Then why do you look tense

Calista: It seems my daughter invited her girlfriend to move in without telling us

Eliza: Do you not like her

Calista: She is nice but they're both so young

Aaron: Who are we talking about

Calista: Deanna invited Paris to move in

Aaron: She did not. Well it's not happening

Calista: I don't think putting our foot down is the right answer

Aaron: She's too young to have a live in, plus she has study to do. I'll tell her if you don't want to, I don't mind being the bad guy

Calista: She'll bring up Devin flatting with Luna

Aaron: But there was a whole group of them together, not just two. Deanna needs to study, meet her potential

Bob: Does she want to

Aaron: She's valedictorian Bob, she's going to

...

Deanna: What are you doing

Kelly: Imagining gore with bun bun

Deanna: That's a choice?

Snow day! To Willow Creek park we go. Snowball fight time, or rather, everyone throws snowballs at poor Deanna time.

With the building of snowpals Aaron takes the opportunity to talk with Deanna.

Aaron: Paris told your ma that she was thinking of moving in

Deanna: That's good

Aaron: Is it

Deanna: Isn't it? She has to be out of that foster home at 18. Pa she has no family left. I want to bring her in to ours

Aaron: Honeybug, your heart is in the right place but 18 is very young to commit yourself to another person

Deanna: I wasn't proposing marriage pa, just sharing a home

Aaron: Yes but you have your studies to consider

Deanna: Devin studied and lived with Luna. Does she get a special exception just because she's the eldest

Aaron: No but they lived with 3, 4 other people

Deanna: You, ma and Kelly are 3 other people

Aaron: I'm meant to be the lawyer

Deanna: Are you saying she can't move in

Aaron: We wouldn't say that, those rooms are yours. But please consider your relationship carefully. Life is long and sometimes, love can be short

Deanna: Not for you and ma

Aaron: No, not for us

Deanna: So trust me to take the right kind of risks. I'm going to make mistakes now and then, but who doesn't. I'm not so afraid of it going south that I won't try

Previous Part ... Next Part

[justakon]

Thoughts on mayuri?

unprompted | accepting always

what was he supposed to say that didn't sound either overly uninterested or somewhat elated? he had thoughts about the man. many, many thoughts. it was similar to his thoughts about kisuke. both were the only two people who could make him visibly annoyed and get away with it. other people didn't get that reaction. they got his disinterest, rude cockiness and sometimes marked disdain.

and yet he was still the approachable one, unlike the man who he was asked about. what was it that someone said about him? more prickly than a cactus. that was more or less true. even if he didn't want to agree with it. as for his captain, well, he was the man who had taught him all things science. under his firm and sometimes strict tutorage he had learned to excel and be better than most. he learned his no-nonsense work ethic from him. he was also the one he had learned many things from.

he admired many things about him. his seemingly cruel actions of doing what needs to be done. to others, they might seem cruel, like when he had made the decision to sacrifice tens of thousands of souls to stabilize the world without a blink of an eye. most were abhorrent of that but it was hypocrisy on their part since it needed to be done. would they have rather had the world collapse? it was the greater of two evils and they all have made a decision like that in one form or the other. they were just quick to judge mayuri because he was different. unrelenting. unapologetic. and got things done. no matter the cost. akon himself wasn't at that level. but he did do things to that accord, in his own way.  

his captain was one of a kind. inimitable to a fault. and perhaps he preferred it that way. no one could be him anyway.

he might be seen as a strange, unknown entity that should be feared and avoided to most. but to akon, he was someone who did what needed to be done. and for that, he would always have his respect. even if he did annoy the shit out of him most times.

' he's my captain. what else is there to say about him? '

[numberoneheartcycle]

Top Vegan Leather Bag Materials: Discover Stylish & Durable Options for 2024

The demand for bags that combine style with sustainability is at an all-time high, and it's no surprise! With the rise of eco-conscious fashion, more people are seeking cruelty-free options that don’t compromise on quality. This is where vegan leather bag materials come into the picture, offering durability, style, and a kinder approach to Mother Nature. Gone are the days when leather meant luxury. Today, materials like Piñatex, made from pineapple leaves, and mushroom leather are stealing the spotlight. These innovative vegan leather options not only look sleek but also pack the same punch as traditional leather in terms of endurance and elegance. Whether you're shopping for a chic handbag or a robust backpack, these sustainable alternatives are leading the charge in fashion-forward and eco-friendly bag design. Let's explore why these materials are the future of fashion and how they're changing the game for stylish accessories.

Understanding Vegan Leather

Vegan leather is making waves in the sustainable fashion industry, and for a good reason! It offers a guilt-free alternative to traditional leather, all while keeping style and functionality intact. But what exactly is vegan leather, and why should you consider it for your next stylish bag?

What is Vegan Leather? Vegan leather, also known as faux leather, is a material that mimics the look and feel of animal leather but doesn’t involve any animal products. Sounds interesting, right? It’s crafted from a variety of sources, primarily synthetic materials like polyvinyl chloride (PVC) or polyurethane (PU). However, the innovation doesn't stop there! Many manufacturers are now using natural materials like pineapple leaves, cork, apple peels, and even cactus to create biodegradable alternatives. The composition of vegan leather ensures it's flexible, waterproof, and highly durable, perfect for making bags, shoes, and accessories that withstand daily wear and tear. Some brands are even enhancing their vegan leather products with advanced technology to mimic the texture and aging of real leather. Benefits of Using Vegan Leather So, why should you switch to vegan leather? The benefits are numerous and compelling: - Environmentally Friendly: Traditional animal leather production involves extensive use of natural resources and releases harmful emissions. Vegan leather, especially those made from plant materials, dramatically reduces your carbon footprint. Read more about its environmental benefits. - Ethical: By choosing vegan leather, you take a stand against animal cruelty. Unlike animal leather, no animals are harmed in its production, making it a cruelty-free choice for those concerned about animal welfare. - Versatility and Style: Vegan leather comes in various textures, colors, and finishes, offering you endless styling possibilities. Whether you're into sleek urban looks or something more eclectic, there's a vegan leather option for you. - Cost-Effective: Generally, vegan leather is more affordable than real leather, making eco-friendly fashion accessible without breaking the bank. Incorporating vegan leather into your wardrobe isn’t just a fashion statement; it's an investment in sustainability and compassion. Whether you're buying thoughtful gifts or treating yourself to a new vegan leather bag, you’re supporting a movement that's better for our planet and its inhabitants. Are you ready to make the switch? Discover more about the top environmental benefits of vegan leather options in this insightful blog and consider how you can integrate this amazing alternative into your lifestyle.

Popular Vegan Leather Bag Materials

In recent years, the world of fashion has seen an exciting shift towards vegan leather bag materials. These alternatives not only help in reducing animal cruelty but also offer stylish, durable, and sustainable options. Let's explore some of the most popular materials that are paving the way for environmentally-friendly and chic bags! Pinatex (Pineapple Leather)

Piñatex is a revolutionary material derived from pineapple leaves. This innovative vegan leather alternative is made by extracting fibers from the leaves, which are usually considered waste in pineapple harvesting. - Sourcing: Unlike traditional leather that relies on animal hides, Piñatex utilizes agricultural waste, making it a significant step forward in sustainability. - Durability: It's surprisingly resilient, offering a texture similar to traditional leather while being lightweight and breathable. - Sustainability Benefits: By using pineapple leaves, Piñatex not only provides farmers with an additional income stream but also reduces the environmental impact of leather production. Mushroom Leather (MuSkin)

Mushroom Leather, known commercially as MuSkin, is crafted from mushroom caps. This eco-friendly material grows using mycelial cells, which require minimal resources and energy. - Production Process: The process involves growing mycelium, the root structure of mushrooms, under optimal conditions. The material is then treated to enhance its longevity and feel. - Eco-Friendly Attributes: Since mushrooms naturally decompose, MuSkin is fully biodegradable, offering an excellent sustainable alternative to animal leather. Cactus Leather Desserto, a brand pioneering this innovative material, creates Cactus Leather using the Nopal cactus. - Unique Properties: Cactus Leather is durable, water-resistant, and has a soft touch similar to animal leather. - High-End Fashion: Its luxurious feel and eco-friendly nature make it perfect for high-end fashion brands looking to blend style and sustainability. Apple Leather Apple Leather is a trendy option in vegan fashion, made from the waste of apple juice production. - Composition: Typically, 50% of apple waste is combined with polyurethane to create a soft yet strong material. - Appeal: Its unique texture and eco-appeal make it a favorite among brands aiming for sustainable yet stylish designs. Grape Leather Emerging from the world of winemaking, Grape Leather upcycles byproducts from wine production, adding a new twist to vegan materials. - Innovative Use: The process utilizes grape skins, seeds, and stems, transforming them into a versatile leather alternative. - Eco-Friendly: By utilizing waste from the wine industry, grape leather reduces the carbon footprint associated with traditional leather production. These vegan leather alternatives not only offer durability and style but also contribute to a more sustainable future. Isn't it amazing how nature's waste can transform into fashion's treasures? https://www.pinterest.com/pin/633248397632655124/

Comparative Durability of Vegan Leather Materials

When it comes to vegan leather bag materials, durability is often a top concern for buyers. With so many alternatives on the market, how do these eco-friendly options actually stack up in terms of longevity? Let's dive into the two essential aspects of durability: water resistance and wear and tear. Water Resistance Is vegan leather waterproof? It's a common question, especially when you're considering a bag that needs to withstand the elements. The answer lies in the type of vegan leather. - Polyurethane (PU) Leather: Generally more water-resistant than real leather, PU's synthetic nature means it won't soak up water easily. This makes it a good choice for any bag you might take out on a rainy day. Read more about PU leather's water resistance. - Polyvinyl Chloride (PVC) Leather: Similar to PU, PVC also offers good water resistance. However, it is less breathable, which might not be as comfortable for clothing but works well for bags. - Cork Leather and Mushroom Leather: These are natural-based vegan leather options. While not as water-resistant as their synthetic cousins, they still perform well under moderate moisture conditions. You might think of them like a sponge – able to repel a small bit of water but not a deluge.

Wear and Tear When you're investing in a bag, you want to make sure it withstands daily use, right? Each type of vegan leather has its own strengths and weaknesses. - PU and PVC Leathers: These materials can handle a fair amount of daily use, but they might begin to show signs of wear over time, such as peeling or cracking. This is akin to how a balloon might slowly deflate over time if not maintained. - Cork Leather: Known for its natural durability and resistance to abrasion, cork leather is a resilient choice. It ages gracefully, much like a fine wine, developing a unique character over time. Learn more about vegan leather durability. - Recycled Rubber and Other Innovative Materials: These are often praised for their ability to resist scratches and tears. Picture a car tire – tough, robust, and reliable. Understanding the differences can help you make an informed choice for your next stylish, eco-friendly bag. Knowing what to expect from various vegan leather materials will help ensure you pick the best option for your needs, whether it’s battling rain or surviving the hustle and bustle of daily life.

Fashion Trends in Vegan Leather Bags

Vegan leather bags have become a sensation in the fashion world, combining style, sustainability, and ethics into one delightful package. As more people become conscious about their environmental footprint, these bags are becoming the preferred choice for fashion-savvy individuals. But what makes vegan leather bags so appealing in today's fashion? Let’s explore some stylish designs and the brands leading the charge! Popular Styles and Designs Vegan leather bags are not just about looking good; they're about feeling good about your choices too. Fashion designers are crafting bags in a variety of styles to cater to different tastes: - Tote Bags: Perfect for carrying everything you need, tote bags made from vegan leather offer a blend of practicality and elegance. They're a must-have for anyone on the go! - Crossbody Bags: These are all the rage, offering convenience and style. With adjustable straps and sleek designs, they're ideal for day-to-night transitions. - Backpacks: Who says backpacks can't be fashionable? Vegan leather backpacks combine functionality with a modern twist, perfect for students and professionals alike.

Photo by nappy Want to stay on trend? Check out this guide on the trendsetting appeal of vegan handbags for more insights on styles and designs. Brand Spotlight: Leading Vegan Leather Bag Brands When it comes to leading the way in vegan leather, several brands are at the forefront. Whether you’re looking for something high-end or budget-friendly, these brands have you covered: - Stella McCartney: Known for luxury without compromise, Stella McCartney crafts high-quality vegan leather bags that are as chic as they are sustainable. - Matt & Nat: This brand is synonymous with eco-conscious fashion, offering a wide range of stylish bags made from innovative materials like recycled plastic bottles. - Gunas: Known for vibrant colors and unique designs, Gunas proves that eco-friendly can be exciting. - Angela Roi: Combining elegance and ethics, Angela Roi's bags are crafted with love, making them a favorite among fashion enthusiasts. Explore more about these insightful brands in this comprehensive review of the best vegan bags. Vegan leather bags are not just following fashion trends; they're setting them. By choosing bags crafted from vegan leather bag materials, you’re making a statement that's both stylish and environmentally responsible. Isn't it time to add one to your collection?

Caring for Vegan Leather Bags

Vegan leather bags are a chic and cruelty-free choice that many are falling head over heels for these days. But like any good relationship, they require some love and attention to keep them looking fabulous. So, how do you make sure your vegan leather bags stay in top-notch condition? Let's dive into some practical tips that will keep your stylish companions looking fresh and fabulous! Cleaning and Maintenance Tips When it comes to cleaning vegan leather bags, the process can be simple yet effective. Regular maintenance helps extend the life of these products, keeping them looking new and stylish. - Gentle Cleaning: Use a soft, damp cloth with some mild soap to wipe down your bag. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive materials that might damage the surface. Sans Beast's guide on cleaning vegan leather suggests a simple mix of water and detergent for stubborn stains. - Spot Treatment: Got a specific mark or stain? A little distilled white vinegar can do wonders. Dab it gently on the affected area and let it dry. - Avoid Over-wetting: Too much water can be the enemy. Always ensure your cloth is just damp, not drenched. - Regular Maintenance: Keep an eye on your bag regularly. A quick weekly wipe-down is often enough to keep those faux leather surfaces shimmering! For a more detailed explanation on how to care for your vegan leather, check out Leather Honey's article for practical tips.

Storage Best Practices Proper storage is another key factor in maintaining your vegan leather bag's appearance and functionality. It's like giving your fashion accessory a cozy little bed to rest in! - Avoid Direct Sunlight: Just like human skin, vegan leather can be sensitive to UV rays. Keeping your bag out of direct sunlight prevents fading and cracking. - Stuff and Shape: To maintain the bag's shape, consider stuffing it with tissue paper or a soft cloth when not in use. - Use Dust Bags: A breathable dust bag will protect your bag from dust and dirt while allowing air circulation. - Controlled Environment: Keep your bag in a cool, dry place. Humidity can cause mold growth, which is a definite no-no. Taking these steps not only helps in maintaining the aesthetic appeal of your vegan leather bags but also prolongs their lifespan, ensuring that they remain a staple in your wardrobe for years to come. Wouldn't it be nice if all relationships were this easy to maintain?

Conclusion

Vegan leather bag materials are redefining the fashion industry with their durability, style, and environmental benefits. A fantastic range of options like cactus, pineapple, and corn-based leathers offer both sustainability and aesthetic appeal. These innovative materials prove that fashion doesn't have to compromise the planet or style. Why settle for traditional leather when there's a world of exciting alternatives waiting to be explored? Whether you're a fashion enthusiast or an eco-conscious shopper, embracing these vegan leather options can make a stylish statement that's also kind to the Earth. Join us on this thrilling journey towards a sustainable future by opting for bags crafted from vegan leather materials. Your choice is a step toward a more responsible and fashionable world. What’s your pick for the next bag—cactus or pineapple leather? Let us know in the comments, and let's keep the conversation going! Read the full article

[m8tee-mate]

Unveiling Style: M8tee's Arizona Collection

Introduction

Picture this: the sun setting over the vast Arizona desert, casting hues of orange and pink across the horizon. Now, imagine capturing that essence in your wardrobe. Welcome to M8tee's Arizona Collection, a trendsetting marvel that brings the spirit of the Wild West to your everyday style. In this article, we'll delve into the intricacies of this collection, exploring its unique features and why it's a must-have for fashion enthusiasts.

1. The Wild West Resurrected

Buckle up, fashion aficionados! M8tee's Arizona Collection breathes life into the rugged charm of the Wild West. Think cowboy boots, fringe details, and a dash of cowboy hat flair. It's not just clothing; it's a journey through time, where the Wild West meets contemporary fashion.

2. M8tee's Arizona Palette

Dive into a palette inspired by the Arizona landscape. Earthy tones mirroring the desert, fiery reds reminiscent of the sunset, and cool blues representing the clear desert sky. M8tee's Arizona Collection isn't just about clothes; it's about wearing Arizona on your sleeve, quite literally.

3. Quality Meets Comfort

Fashion isn't just about looks; it's about feel too. M8tee's Arizona Collection prioritizes quality fabrics that embrace you in comfort. From breathable cotton to soft suede, each piece is crafted for comfort that lasts throughout your day.

4. Versatility Redefined

Why limit yourself? This collection seamlessly transitions from casual to chic. Pair a graphic tee with jeans for a daytime stroll or throw on a stylish jacket to transform into an evening showstopper. M8tee's Arizona Collection is your passport to versatile styling.

5. Iconic Arizona Motifs

Ever seen a cactus on a t-shirt and thought, "That's cool"? M8tee's Arizona Collection is filled with iconic motifs inspired by the state's unique flora and fauna. Embrace the desert aesthetic with clothing that tells a story.

6. Craftsmanship at Its Finest

Behind every piece is a story of craftsmanship. M8tee's Arizona Collection doesn't just focus on style; it's a testament to the dedication of skilled artisans. Each stitch and detail is a nod to the artistry that goes into creating these fashion marvels.

7. From Day to Night: Styling Tips

Transition seamlessly from a daytime adventure to a night out on the town with expert styling tips. Mix and match your Arizona pieces for a wardrobe that's as dynamic as your lifestyle.

8. Celebrities' Choice

Wondering who else is embracing the Wild West vibe? Dive into the world of celebrities who have made M8tee's Arizona Collection a staple in their wardrobes. Discover how A-listers are incorporating desert chic into their red carpet looks.

9. Sustainability Spotlight

M8tee doesn't just follow trends; it sets them responsibly. Explore the brand's commitment to sustainability, from eco-friendly materials to ethical practices. Fashion with a conscience—because style shouldn't come at the expense of the planet.

10. Where to Flaunt Your Arizona Look

Ready to showcase your Wild West flair? Discover the perfect occasions and locations to flaunt your M8tee's Arizona Collection. From music festivals to weekend getaways, your style will be turning heads wherever you go.

Conclusion

In conclusion, M8tee's Arizona Collection isn't just about clothes; it's a statement, a lifestyle. Embrace the Wild West with open arms and let your wardrobe tell a story as captivating as the Arizona sunset.

FAQs

Can I wear M8tee's Arizona Collection in any season? Absolutely! The versatile designs and breathable fabrics make it suitable for all seasons.

Are these clothes suitable for both men and women? Yes, M8tee's Arizona Collection offers a diverse range for both men and women.

What makes the Arizona palette unique? The palette is inspired by the Arizona landscape, capturing the essence of its vibrant colors.

Are there any limited-edition pieces in the collection? Yes, keep an eye out for limited-edition releases that add an extra touch of exclusivity.

Can I find accessories to complement my Arizona-themed outfit? Certainly! M8tee offers accessories that perfectly complement the Arizona Collection.

Embrace the Wild West with M8tee's Arizona Collection—where style meets the spirit of the desert!

[cactusnotes]

Ethical Egoism

Normative, Teleological, Subjective, Agent-Focused Ethical Theory. “Psychological Egoism is a theory of human nature that purports to describe what motivates people to act. Ethical egoism...is normative. It purports to well us how people ought to act.” - Driver

Agent focused ethic based on self-interest as opposed to altruism: altruism is the attitude of acting for the sake of others, egoism is based on self-interest. Ethical egoism is the act of being rationally selfish, as it’s our purpose for the long term. 

In fact, using reason, it is clear our telos is our own interest: denying your own needs isn’t just. It rejects deontology, since laws restrict our own needs, and psychological egoism. It does not matter whether we are all intrinsically egotistical, we have to act so, it’s our telos. 

Ethical theory that matches the moral agent's psychological state (psychological egoism): the belief that every action is rooted in one’s own self interest, makes one happy, to avoid pain. It’s not inherently negative or bad--nobody has to be ruthless and cruel, just not selfless. Furthermore, selfish lacks real meaning. A social construct, motives, actual acts, avoiding worse?We cannot truly judge one’s motives, so it’s unfalsifiable, thus not a real science to some. However, psychological is different to ethical, as it supports things like short term interest: drinking alcohol. 

Concentration on long term self-interests rather than short term interests: in the short term unselfishness could lead to longer term selfishness satisfied. This thus rejects material gain, and pure selfishness (contributing to a union of egoists). 

 Max Stirner, is self-interest the root cause of every human action even if it appears altruistic: inspired by Hegel, his quiet life didn’t reflect chaotic writing. Influenced: Nietzsche, Marx, anarchy. 

Psychological egoism is correct to an extent: some ethical decisions are made in self interest. However, we don’t know what the self is, so we cannot seek self-interest actively, it’s ambiguous. Someone who feels they are a slave, and are obliged to act as such, are not being themselves. Actions done with the idea that there is no other option (actually or metaphorically) are not self. 

Language and rationality are human inventions that haunt and restrict their maker, the maker lost. Religious, philosophical systems of ethics and instinct are ‘essences’ and ‘ghosts’ in our decisions. 

Einzige = the ego. 

“There is no sinner and no sinful egoism” - Stirner.

Actual egoism exists outside of the systems we are slaves to, once we have found out ‘ownness’. 

Our telos is to gain mastery over our owness and live through this ‘unique’ self we have. 

“Totally different from this free thinking is own thinking, my thinking, a thinking which does not guide me, but is guided, continued, or broken off, by me at my pleasure.” - Stirner. 

These structures are deeply integrated into us, seen in fears of nakedness, naturalness, selfishness. Institutions cannot be good in themselves, we must discover our ‘self’ which will say what’s right. They probably aren’t right though, as they hinder self development, and enforce rules. Philosophers aren’t exempt--they reject God but follow his laws? Agree incest is wrong?

“I decided whether it is the right thing in me; there is no right outside of this” - Stirner.

Analogy: giving to the hopeless, party psychological egoism, partly social expectations, guilt. However, there are charities for the homeless, so we don’t need to do it, we were reluctant to do it. 

Stirner is not amoral, he rejects institutions, and we need to select our own laws from them. 

“Do not seek for freedom...seek for yourself...just recognise what you really are, and let go of your hypocritical endeavours, your foolish mania to be something else than you are.” - Stirner. 

Eigenheit is ownness, different from the perceived self, is the idea of mastering oneself. To be free includes rejecting the subconscious ideals, ideologies, religious or philosophical concepts. Only this way can you pursue, selfishly. 

“He is an unfree man in the garment of freedom” - Stirner.

Owness is a descriptor, not an idea (like religion and morality) but leads to ideas like freedom. 

“What’s good, what’s bad? Why, I am my own concern, and I am neither good nor bad.” - Stirner. 

Einzig is uniqueness. To appreciate yourself is ownness; to apply owness is to become unique. You are the only person who owns your ‘self’, which means you are unique!

“Egoism does not think of sacrificing anything...it simply decides what I want I must have.” - Stirner.

If everyone was unique, it doesn’t make everyone equal, equality is an enslaving ideology. Nor are people unequal, rather they are all unique, individual, incomparable or able to be equated. 

He uses the analogy of the Protestant reformation: meant to reduce control, and inspire individual faith, but instead made more things religious, like priests marrying, and intensified internal conflict. 

If you voted for a rule, you’re free to break it, so not to be bound by “my will of yesterday”. 

Stirner’s view of love is kind of dodgy, where it is only when you ‘enjoy’ the other person: not love. 

“We are all in the midst of an abundance; now shall I not help myself?” - Stirner, meaning unknown. 

Rejection of egoism for material gain:

Sensual appetites are also rejected by the self, or else the self has an obligation, an emotional attachment, a link to society’s expectations. You serve your future, act in a way that’s genuinely good for yourself, or else you're not an egoist, which rejects material gain. 

Union of egoists:

There is no obligation to be equal, but also no obligation to be cruel, materialistic, or anarchist. 

Stirner advocated for co-operation between egos, not to own each other, but for practicality. 

The sole purpose of a community like this, a union of egoists, is to help people find their selves.

This union is a society where cooperation prevailed in recognition of everyone's uniqueness. 

It is true, honest, respectful, impermanent, supportive of all goals, with no goal in the union itself. 

It has no actual authority of value, it is a co-worker of autonomy. A support system, not actual. 

Stirner sees no need to reject the state, but believes it will fall away naturally for this union. 

Destruction of a community ethos:

Society weakens if there is no common good produced. But if everyone’s happy...who cares? It may lead to anarchy and social chaos, as if the union of egoists doesn’t exist and we’re all beasts. There’s no security to fulfil our own self interest, which goes against its own ideas. But that’s what the Union is for. 

Social injustices could occur as individuals put their own interests first:

Some could argue that rape, racism and conflict are allowed as it is satisfying for the person. However, this is inherently short term, and takes away other’s own fulfilment of self interest. It doesn’t matter to him, his audience’s feelings are of no issue. He does not condemn the widow who strangles her infant, incest, murder, and the like, which could all be justified. 

A form of bigotry (why is one moral agent more important than any other?):

Prioritising yourself is wrong, selfish, and discrimination of others. However, the alternative is you prioritise others, which is also bigotry, as you downplay your own relevance, discriminating against yourself. 

Furthermore, focusing on yourself isn’t inherently selfish or discrimination: focusing on art doesn’t discriminate against science. Our world is literally ourselves, it’s only rational to do so. We cannot confirm anything outside ourselves, so why should we focus on the uncertain over certain?

How can one fulfil or find themselves if they’re subject to prejudice, bigotry, or clashing interest? However, that is their own fault, for not escaping their society’s opinion, so they pay the price. 

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Phew! This one gave me a bit of trouble to get out! Here we have our second big reveal of the story! Let’s see what happens.

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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Five: Timely Assumptions

Tang gets more than he expects at the start of one cycle. This leads to a few startling realizations.

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Tang looked up into the frightened expressions of the much younger Sun Wukong and Macaque as his body continued to disappear.

“I-” Being erased scared him. Would he wake up in a new cycle or simply cease to be?

Tang weakly lifted his hand, desperate to do something, grab something to ground him. Anything. Anyone!

“I don't w-want to go-”

He faded out of existence, not hearing anything else they might have said after. The last thing he saw were their horrified faces.

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The cave. The voices. The light.

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Tang woke with a gasp, his heart racing.

He had died before, but accidentally erasing yourself using a time-traveling peanut cactus was a new and terrifying experience.

The scholar took a few deep breaths, grounding himself with the fact that he was still here and hadn’t been deleted entirely. He had never been so relieved to be stuck jumping between timelines before now.

Tang winced as he remembered the anguish on the faces of the two monkeys he had befriended. He hoped his vanishing hadn’t traumatized them too much. If they were lucky they wouldn’t even remember anything now that the version of himself that had gone back in time had never existed in the first place.

God, time travel was confusing.

He glanced around his room and noticed a book on his nightstand. Picking it up, he was slightly disappointed to find it wasn’t the one on constellations he had used to teach the younger Macaque how to read.

With a sigh, Tang got up and prepared for the day. There was no point dwelling too much on what couldn’t be changed. Once dressed he stood in front of the mirror and began his little remembering ritual.

He first checked the date on his phone. It was still a few days before MK would get the staff so nothing of real consequence should be too different yet.

Taking a deep breath the scholar began reciting what he remembered about himself this time.

“I am the immortal monk Tang Sanzang-”

Tang choked as he doubled over in pain.

Hundreds of years of memories flooded through him. He collapsed to the ground and clutched at his head as it pounded in agony from the onslaught of innumerable experiences.

Tang crawled over to his bed and leaned back against it, his eyes shut tight and hands over his ears in a vain attempt to block out the rushing thoughts.

Living humbly as a monk. Being chosen by Guanyin. The journey. Sun Wukong. Bai Long Ma. Zhu Bajie. Sha Wujing. The many, many demons they encountered.

(How had he ever been so naive?)

Completing the journey. Becoming immortal. He, Bajie, and Wujing choosing to live on Earth instead of in Heaven.

(Pigsy was Zhu Bajie and Sandy was Sha Wujing!)

Wukong sealing away the Demon Bull King and vanishing. The three of them searching for him tirelessly. Never finding him. Giving up and living the next five hundred years without him.

(He should have never given up. He should have kept looking until he found his beloved disciple.)

It was all too much to handle. Tang needed time to process everything.

He called in sick to work, which with his short breath and trembling voice wasn’t questioned too closely. After sending a text to Pigsy (Zhu Bajie!) so he wouldn’t wonder about his absence at the shop, Tang pulled himself onto the bed and pressed his face into the pillows.

The headache and whirling memories prevented him from falling asleep, so he tried to focus on one thing at a time.

In this cycle he was the immortal monk Tang Sanzang, sometimes also referred to as Tripitaka.

There was still just so much to unpack in that single thought it made him a bit dizzy.

Tang had never been anyone other than himself in all the timelines he’d been in. His roles may sometimes be a bit different but he had always been Tang. He had theorized once that it had something to do with how every soul was unique so he literally couldn’t be anyone else.

His breath caught as he realized the implication that brought.

Tang’s soul was unique and thus he couldn’t be anyone other than himself in the various timelines.

In this timeline, he was the monk Sanzang.

In order for him to be both himself and the famous monk simultaneously, their souls had to be exactly the same.

That meant he wasn’t the monk in just this timeline, but in all of them, including his original time.

Oh Heavens, he was the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang.

Tang gulped in several breaths of air as his mind blanked out. He needed to focus. One thing at a time.

Pigsy was Zhu Bajie and Sandy was Sha Wujing in this timeline.

After the previous revelation, this one was much less earth-shattering.

He had always known that his group of friends mirrored the original journey’s group closely. Pigsy and Sandy also being reincarnations of their historical counterparts in his own time wasn’t much of a stretch.

Tang’s breath slowed as he began to calm. What was next?

Wukong disappeared and the trio searched for him. They never found him and gave up, assuming the monkey to be dead.

This was upsetting in an entirely different way. Tang knew Wukong was still alive thanks to the events of the original timeline, and that made the guilt of giving up even worse. He’d have to fix that.

Tang sighed in relief as his thoughts finally slowed and the pain ebbed. He still had a lot to work through, but that could wait for later. Going back to sleep sounded heavenly at the moment.

He had just started to doze off when an errant fact suddenly popped into his head.

Wasn’t Tang Sanzang already a reincarnation of one of the Buddha’s original disciples, the Golden Cicada?

With a groan Tang shoved a pillow over his head and attempted to beat back the thoughts from whatever that implied about him.

He didn’t sleep very well.

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“So what’s this all about Tang,” Pigsy asked grumpily as he accepted a mug of tea from Sandy. It was late at night, a few days after the release of the Demon Bull King, and the three of them were meeting privately at Sandy’s ship on the scholar’s request.

Tang took a sip from his own mug as he studied the two other immortals. Had it not been for his own memories on the matter, he would have never guessed that they were two of the five companions of the legendary Journey to the West.

Zhu Bajie had been, no pun intended, pigheaded, crass, and ornery. He seemed to be contrarian whenever he felt like it and relished in trying to get one over on Sun Wukong. Tang couldn’t deny the pig demon’s ability to rise to the occasion when the chips were down however. For as much trouble Zhu Bajie seemed to cause, he’d been invaluable a fair number of times as well.

Sha Wujing lived to fight. His rage and battle-lust had definitely caused their own share of problems. Other than that, the large river demon tended to be the quiet one of the group and didn’t open up until the latter half of their journey.

Tang wasn’t blind to his own faults though.

Tripitaka, (after some meditation, Tang had decided to refer to his past self as such to avoid confusion with the name Tang Sanzang), had not been ready for such a perilous adventure. He had been too trusting of strangers, too proud to believe Wukong’s warnings. It was his own incredible naivety and insistence that he knew better that had led to the vast majority of the dangers they had found themselves in.

It was hard to reconcile who the three of them had been with who they were today, but Tang supposed five hundred years would change most people.

Pigsy still had a gruff exterior, but his desire to start trouble had long since faded. His discovery of a love for cooking had unlocked a surprising work ethic within the pig demon as well as a silent form of affection that he treated any he cared for with.

Sandy had sought out a therapist and took anger management classes. His love for battle long since extinguished, the river demon now spent his time taking care of his cats, making tea, and being supportive of his friends.

Tang was certainly not naive to the ways of the world any longer. He still did his best to treat any strangers he met with kindness and respect, but he never fully believed anyone new to be trustworthy until they showed themselves to be. He always listened to the advice of his friends as well, knowing that he didn’t know everything and those around him might have insights he did not.

Tang placed his mug down and steepled his fingers together.

“We need to tell MK, Mei, and Wukong who we really are.”

“What?!” Pigsy's angry reaction hadn’t been unexpected. They had made an agreement some time back to not reveal themselves to anyone. It was less to do with having to deal with annoying fans and more with avoiding the painful memories their identities brought with them.

If it wasn’t for the fact he had been hopping through timelines and saw first hand how hiding things from people hurt them, Tang was certain he wouldn’t have been making this decision.

“I said we-”

“I heard what you said,” Pigsy interrupted. “No way! Nuh-uh! Not happening!”

“Now hold on brother,” Sandy soothed, placing a comforting hand on the chef’s shoulder. “Let’s hear him out first.”

“This better be good,” Pigsy grumbled and slouched back into his chair.

“Which do you think will go over better? Us being honest with them about our pasts, or them discovering the truth on their own?”

“They won’t find out if we’re careful about it,” Pigsy countered.

“They will find out,” Tang stated with absolute certainty. “Whether it’s the kids putting the pieces together themselves or Wukong recognizing us, there is no doubt that this isn’t going to stay a secret for long.”

Sandy seemed thoughtful but the pig demon simply huffed and crossed his arms stubbornly.

Tang stared directly into Pigsy’s defiant eyes. Looks like he’d have to pull out the big guns.

“How do you think MK will react once he finds out that we, that you, have been keeping something this important from him?”

With a sharp intake of air Pigsy froze, his expression changing from defiance to horror. He leaned over, placing his face in his hands and groaned.

“Oh god. He’d- he’d feel like I didn’t trust him. Like I didn’t care about him enough to tell him.” The chef seemed miserable at the thought as he looked up. “Okay, we can tell the kid. Mei too, I guess.”

Tang shared a glance with Sandy. Neither had missed the exclusion of Wukong from Pigsy’s concession.

(When did he stop being the Monkey King to Tang?)

“So, uh, will we tell big brother before or after we tell MK and Mei,” Sandy asked, eyeing the pig demon warily.

Like a switch had been flipped, Pigsy’s anger returned in full force, his face twisting into a hateful scowl.

“We ain’t telling that bastard nothing,” he snarled.

“Pigsy,” Tang scolded, shocked at the amount of venom in his voice.

“No! He doesn't deserve it! Not after letting us think he was dead-” Pigsy’s voice broke slightly as he continued his rant. “Not after avoiding us for five hundred years!”

Tang took a steadying breath and pushed down the irrational emotions and hurt that wanted to agree with Pigsy’s stance. He needed to be calm if he was to convince one of his oldest friends to go through with this.

“Assumptions, my dear friend, are very dangerous things,” Tang said.

“Huh?” Pigsy looked confused at the seeming change in subject. Good, that meant he was paying attention.

“We never found Wukong after he disappeared, so we assumed he was dead. We continued to assume such for five hundred years,” Tang began, speaking clearly and with emphasis to be sure he was understood. “We now know our assumptions were wrong. Now you are falling back into the same mistake.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You are assuming that Wukong knew we were looking for him. You are assuming he hid from us intentionally. You are assuming that he knows we’re still alive.”

“Wait, what,” Sandy exclaimed. He had seemed to be following along with the conversation up until that point and now looked alarmed.

“How do we know Wukong didn’t fall into the same trap we have,” Tang explained. “That he didn’t just assume we were gone, either through death or reincarnation? With that assumption in mind, why would he ever think to go looking for us?”

There was a tense silence as Tang let his point sink in before finishing his argument.

“We can no longer assume things. That only leads to misunderstanding and hurt feelings. If we are to learn the truth we must actively look for it. To do that we must be honest with Wukong.”

Pigsy stared at him for a few moments before sagging and plopping down into his chair.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

Tang breathed a sigh of relief as Sandy chided their friend about drowning your feelings in alcohol. That was the first hurdle down.

Now for the hard part.

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In the end they decided to tell all three of them at the same time. Just to rip the whole band-aid off in one go so to speak.

It hadn't been too hard to convince MK to get Wukong to invite them to his island. He hadn’t welcomed them into his sanctum however, so they had a picnic on the shore near the waterfall curtain instead.

The food had been quickly forgotten once they began their explanation.

MK was upset at first at having the truth withheld from him, but some heartfelt reassurances and a teary hug from Pigsy had earned them his forgiveness. He bounced back rather quickly and immediately began launching questions excitedly at the trio.

Mei had simply accepted the revelation with great enthusiasm. She had pulled her phone and began live streaming a “Q&A WITH THE JOURNEY TO THE WEST CREW!!!”. So much for anonymity.

Tang gave an amused chuckle as the young adults pestered Pigsy and Sandy as he glanced at the uncharacteristically silent Wukong.

The Monkey King could have been carved from stone with how still he was, his expression frighteningly blank.

“Wukong?” Tang swallowed nervously as his first disciple turned to him with that empty look. “Do you want to say something?”

That had apparently been the wrong thing to ask.

“Do I want to say something? Do I want to say something?!” The empty stillness was immediately replaced with restless agitation as Wukong leapt to his feet and began to pace back and forth angrily. “Oh there are a lot of somethings I want to say to you three!”

“Hey Mei? Stop streaming for a bit,” MK said quietly as he pulled her a little ways away from the group. Tang would have been extremely proud of the emotional maturity the kid was showing, but he currently had a very pissed off monkey taking up most of his attention.

“How could you do this to me?! How could you even think of leaving me to be alone for five hundred years,” Wukong shouted at them, confusion and anger and hurt pouring from every word.

“Big brother, we-” Sandy tried.

“Don’t you ‘Big Brother’ me, Sha Wujing!” The way he spat out the name like a curse made the river demon flinch. “You all abandoned me! I thought I was never going to see any of you again! Yet here you all are!” Wukong clenched his fists as he glared at the three immortals. “WHERE WERE YOU?!”

“Where were we? Where were you,” Pigsy threw the question right back angrily. “We looked for you! For a century we searched! That’s more than what you can say!”

“And then when you got tired of it you gave up! You gave up on me!”

“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!”

“I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN!”

The anger bled out from the air at that confession and Wukong seemed to crumble into himself. Pigsy looked stunned, Sandy was nervously wringing his hands, and Tang’s stomach was twisting itself into a painful knot.

“I was alone, Bajie. My brothers were gone and I was left by myself,” Wukong trembled as he hugged himself. Tang had never seen the proud warrior look so small before. “For centuries I had nothing but my memories and grief. Sometimes I wanted to be dead. Maybe then I’d see you again.” Wukong fell to his knees as he looked up at them with tears running down his face. “I missed you all so much.”

Tang felt his own tears falling as he rushed over to embrace Wukong who began to openly sob. Sandy and Pigsy soon joined in and the four of them simply held each other as they let their pain free.

“We’re so, so sorry Wukong,” Tang said. “I promise you we would have never hurt you like this intentionally.”

“I- I know,” Wukong hiccuped, clutching to the three of them tightly.

“We won’t ever leave you alone again big brother,” Sandy vowed.

“We’re stuck with each other from now on, no matter how much we may get on each other's nerves.” Pigsy’s joke earned a choked laugh from Wukong.

Two more pairs of arms entered into their group hug as MK and Mei joined them on the ground.

“Please don’t be sad Monkey King,” MK said. “You have Mei and I now too. You aren’t alone anymore.”

Wukong just began to cry a little harder and held on a bit tighter at that.

The six of them stayed like that for some time, holding each other up in silent support and comfort.

As they sat there, Tang was a little overwhelmed by how right it felt to be holding onto the others. Love burned in his chest as he enjoyed the warmth of being this close to his family.

Oh.

Oh.

They were his family, weren’t they?

That wasn’t just another assumption. These five, across any timeline, were family to him, and he would always care for them as such.

Any lingering doubts about being Tripitaka melted away. It didn’t really matter who he was or had been in the past. All that mattered was the real love he felt for these people that were precious to him.

As long as he had that, he could overcome anything else that came his way.

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You didn’t think I would write a Tang-centric fic and NOT have him be Tripitaka did you? It was inevitable honestly.

I'm not sure if I characterized Sha Wujing correctly here, but Sandy canonically went to anger management so I made some (hehe) assumptions.

Speaking of! Count how many assumptions are made in this chapter! There might be more than you think~

The story referenced in this chapter is Tang’s Time Adventure by Poddlebud. It’s a fun little romp with a unique ship. It’s a shame we didn’t get to see the conclusion played out here…

Until next time!

[bealittleimprobable]

Roswell, New Mexico: Max and healing

Subtitle: “Can’t you just go stab a cactus?”

So obviously Michael has the most scope to experiment with his powers - you can practice telekinesis by going out into the desert and throwing a hacky sack around, no ethical issues involved. Even if it goes wrong you just get hit with a toy, not the end of the world.

But something I keep thinking with Max - obviously he can’t practice on people. Even if you had someone volunteering to have a minor injury there’s too much risk of harming them if the healing went wrong. Animal experimentation would be flat out unethical.

But what about plants? I don’t know if it would work but honestly, Roswell, New Mexico is not a hard science sci-fi show so probably never going to know unless it’s a plot point. But my first thought when they were talking about using/developing their powers was, could he heal plants? Because if it just works on repairing “living things”, go get a tray of succulents with big leaves, start making little slices, and see if you can put them back together again. If it all goes horribly wrong then at worst you’re out a couple of dollars and no-one was harmed.

If it all goes well, you can go out into the desert and bother some cacti.

[things-that-make-me-slytherin]

Non-Typical Slytherins

So I was taking a break from study, going through my inbox to see if I had already answered anything sitting there and I saw quite a few asks/submissions where my lovely little snakes are doubting themselves as Slytherins bc of their personality, star sign, patronuses, MBTI type, Ilvermorny house etc

The stereotypical Slytherins, the images that pop into peoples heads when they think of what a Slytherin is, is actually the minority of Slytherins in my opinion.

Take me for example, I am a Slytherin, Pisces, Pukwudgie, have a very strong sense of justice, morals, ethics. I am very caring, my jobs have usually been centred around helping people. In my pharmacy retail jobs my goal was to help people, when they came in complaining of stress related symptoms I would talk to them about fixing/managing their symptoms such as stress levels, acne/skin problems, trouble sleeping, self care - attacking the root of the problem while dealing with the symptoms. As a legal assistant I was driven by wanting to help people out with something that is usually extremely stressful and something out of their field of knowledge. Lawyers have a saying that we aren’t just our clients legal advocate, but their therapist and support person all at once.

On the other hand I am also very judgemental (I’m working on it), sassy, bitchy can be an asshole. It’s kind of like saying you can only like one fashion style or one type of cuisine. Very rarely do people fit into neat little boxes.

BUT NO ONE CAN TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE OR ARE NOT, so kindly tell them to go sit on a cactus.

People seem to forget that we aren’t necessarily what our house values are, that’s more Ilvermorny. We are sorted into our houses based primarily off what we value or aspire to be, that doesn’t mean that we automatically are those traits. It also doesn’t mean that we are all of our house traits. Because Crabbe and Goyle never came across as ambitious or cunning. 

Furthermore, these traits and values aren’t going to come across in the same way. Let’s take two non Slytherins in the HP world for example; my lovely Newt Scamander and Jacob Kowalski. Jacob’s ambition is to open up a bakery, Newt’s ambition is to save and care for magical creatures. They are completely different, someone’s greatest ambition could be to start a family, or graduate from school whereas another’s greatest ambition could be to get into politics, or medicine to develop a cure for some disease. Looking at these ambitions, you automatically place them along a scale at different places. But they are all ambitions.

For example, we can admire fraternity and traditionalism but these values don’t always mesh with others such as self-preservation or ambition.

What we value does however play a role in determining how we behave and make choices.

Most overlook that all of the Hogwarts houses are loyal, it just presents in different ways:

Gryffindors: loyal to house and ideals and morals

Ravenclaws: loyal to their passions, facts and hubris

Hufflepuffs: loyal to those they choose, loyal to their morals and ethics

Slytherins: loyal to their house and family, chosen or birth, loyal to themselves

Slytherins aren’t all massive assholes/bitches, moody and snarky and sassy. Just like Hufflepuffs aren’t all innocent little cinnamon rolls and can be just as snarky, moody and bitchy as anyone. Zacharias Smith anyone??? Gryffindors are not always chivalrous, brave and righteous - Peter Pettigrew. Ravenclaws aren’t all uptight swots who only care about knowledge or adhering to one school of thought, Luna Lovegood.

Slytherins have their own morals, ethic codes. We actually have a strong sense of fairness and sense of honour. It just may not marry up with other peoples, which is normal as a human being. We also tend to have the ability to set aside our own beliefs if it is in the way of what is right or needs to be done.

A lot of people tend to forget that others are just as complex and multi-faceted as they themselves are, which means that they tend to say “thats not right they dont go together” when they come across something that doesn't fit their own perception, which unless has been given thought is usually very shallow and takes in popular opinion and stereotypes.

They also forget that JK Rowling has her own biases which show in her writing. They also forget that it didn’t suit her story to show depth and diversity in the four houses. The stereotypes are a literary device.

So please be your unique selfs, fuck what others say and what the stereotypes are. You don’t have to act like others who fall under some same “label” as you, you were sorted into whichever house for a reason. Be a pastel loving, soft little cinnamon roll Slytherin or a badass bad bitch or whatever you choose to be. It doesn’t make you any more or any less of a Slytherin (Or Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Gryffindor or what have you.)

You are wonderful as you are, there is no other who can be who you are ad life would be incredibly boring if we were all the same.

[the-iron-orchid]

Hey jsyk dollskill is a pretty ethically dubious site

https://gritdaily-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/gritdaily.com/dolls-kill-boycott/amp/?amp_gsa=1&amp_js_v=a6&usqp=mq331AQKKAFQArABIIACAw%3D%3D#amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&aoh=16405806565854&csi=1&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fgritdaily.com%2Fdolls-kill-boycott%2F

No judgement I know you can't keep up with all the info on these things but I thought you'd want to know

Sonofabitch. 😡 Well, thanks for letting me know! Sadly I can't return them now, but fuck those guys with a cactus backward, there's other places to get 6-inch platform heels in the future.

[yakumtsaki]

AITA for calling my boyfriend the Green Lantern? posted by u/phiofthewild

The other day there was a power outage here and my bf immediately found a flashlight. I joked ‘thank god for Green Lantern’ and laughed for a full minute. Now he’s offended and not talking to me. I thought it was hilarious. AITA?

Edit: I should had specified my bf is an alien and literally green, he didn’t just hate the Green Lantern movie. 

AITA for getting offended that my gf called me the Green Lantern? posted by u/itsnoteasybeinggreen

My gf called me the Green Lantern and it really hurt my feelings (I’m green). She says I should learn to take a joke but I’m really upset and I think she’s being offensive. AITA?

AITA for sabotaging my friends’ relationship? posted by u/cockblockingthrowaway

Throwaway because my friends know my account, so I (16M) have had a crush on my friend (16F) since elementary school but she’s been dating my other friend (16M) for about a year and it’s been terrible. Terrible for me I mean, their relationship is pretty solid unfortunately.

So lately I’ve gotten into the habit of cockblocking them whenever possible and it’s possible all the time because I can’t stress enough how little I do all day. I invite myself to their dates or show up from behind a cactus unannounced and my friend is all like ‘dude we didn’t invite you’ and I’m like ‘WOW RUDE.’ Once there I make up a family crisis and whine about it for hours (my record is 3 hours 40 minutes) to kill the mood, it works every time.

Lately they’ve been having problems and dumb arguments (they don’t seem to get it’s because of me stopping them from spending any time together lol) and I couldn’t be happier about it. But my brother (11M, super ethical brat) realized what I was doing and told me I’m being manipulative and cringe. AITA?

[jasontoddiefor]

Shared custody of this baby? @alabasterswriting :D

Kath'resi Ahrarak didn’t know what exactly to expect when his Master had said they were going to host two people for dinner tonight. He certainly hasn’t expected his Master to start cooking the complicated dishes from his homeplanet that had to be stirred for hours. They didn’t eat those too often because they were so tedious to prepare, but Kath’resi always enjoyed them. The softly cooked violet puree didn’t look like much, honestly, but it was as sweet as the fruits it was made from.

“Who’s coming over today, Master?” Kath’resi asked as a dipped his finger into the mush, taste-testing it.

Feemor only glanced at him in amusement, though his brow was creased in worry.

“My brother Padawan and his Padawan.”

Kath’resi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t known that their lineage had side branches! He had always thought it was just him, his older sister and their Master. Of course Kath’resi knew that wasn’t the case, but it had definitely felt like it. He should ask Vatnem whether she had known of this once she actually came back from her mission. It had always been almost a full year since he had last seen her, eight month since he had last spoken to her.

“Who’s your brother Padawan?” Kath’resi asked as he added even more pepper to their soup. His Master had said they should have at least once spicy dish. He wondered whether other members of their lineage preferred spicy food. Kath’resi was much more fond of sweets.

“My Master’s last Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Feemor replied.

“What!?” Kath’resi exclaimed, but before Feemor could elaborate, the doorbell to their apartment rang.

“Kath’resi, can you get it?” Feemor asked.

“Sure!”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Sith slayer himself, was a part of their lineage? Kath’resi couldn’t wait to tell his friends about it. He silently wondered whether he could ask Obi-Wan for training. Feemor was brilliant with a lighsaber, but Kath’resi wasn’t sure his style suited him as well. He liked faced-paced duels. Of course, all his teachers had advised against settling on one style yet, but Kath’resi thought he should.

He wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door, but a small tiny blond kid holding a colorful cactus wasn’t it. That must be Obi-Wan’s Padawan then. Anakin... something. He wasn’t too sure on his name. Kath’resi looked up and indeed, Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing behind his student. He didn’t look all that remarkable. In fact, he actually looked pretty tired, much like Kath’resi when he was up late studying for that super boring Introduction to Mid Rim Ethics II exam he had already fluncted two times and would likely also fail to pass in his third attempt.

“Knight Kenobi, Padawan, it’s nice to meet you,” Kath’resi said and let them inside.

“Thank you very much, Padawan Ahrarak,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin was a little slower to return the greeting.

The kid was honestly kind of cute, all wide-eyed staring at him like he was cool. One of his older friends’ lineage had recently gained a shiny new Initiate. They were eleven and now his friend wouldn’t shut up about how adorable they were. Anakin was part of Kath’resi’s lineage now, he supposed he should show the boy the ropes. After their two guests had greeted Feemor as well, Kath’resi invited Anakin to his room. The cactus he had been holding had been placed on the living room table and the adults were busy discussing something. Feemor was acting all Masterly worried, fussing as if Obi-Wan was a Padawan and not a Knight. Then again he was around Vatnem’s age and nobody would trust her with a Padawan yet.

“You have a lot of pencils,” Anakin said, pointing to the many pencil holders.

“Oh, yeah.” Kath’resi grinned. “I draw a lot in my free time. My biggest painting is even displayed back in the art rooms!”

Anakin frowned. “What art rooms?”

Kath’resi was about to shoot back a funny reply, but stopped himself in the last second. Anakin wasn’t from the temple, he had been only been here for three months? The temple was big. He probably really didn’t know about the art rooms.

“They are near the creché,” Kath’resi replied. “I can show you later if you want! They’re my favorite rooms in the whole temple, there’s nothing better.”

Anakin smiled shyly. Kath’resi’s friends had been absolutely right. Having a youngling was the best. “Thank you.”

“No problem! What are your favorite rooms in the temple so far?”

“The greenhouses,” Anakin blurted out immediately. “There are so many flowers and plants. I’ve never seen that many before! And they all get watered!”

“Yeah,” Kath’resi agreed. “They’re pretty cool.”

Feemor better not blow their dinner by fussing too much about Obi-Wan and scaring him away. Kath’resi was having the time of his life with his new cousin. Anakin was fun, Kath’resi already knew this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #16- All the Greatest Love Songs are Secretly About Heroin

Dang, been a minute since we got into the series proper. What all happened again?

Oh. Right. That.

…So anyway, let’s brush up on our Ultra Magnus history!

There was a massive fight on top of a spaceship. Swoop was there, Impactor was there, Overlord was there, Heretech was there, Killmaster was there- shit was lit. Ultra Magnus was doing his thing, though it looks like this was before he got LASIK done, because he’s got a visor on.

Then Ultra Magnus got shot in the gut and fell off the spaceship. It was so scary his hand started spasming.

Later on, we return to a place we’ve seen before, albeit from the Decepticon side.

Magnus, your badge isn’t up to code, my guy! Better get that sorted, before your current self comes out of his medically induced coma, invents time travel, and comes to beat you up.

Also, Pious Maximus? What is your friggin’ DEAL, bro? What the actual hell is your deal?

All the K-Cons start falling out of the sky, and Magnus orders everyone to take cover, as a familiar-looking bomb that literally has his name written on it lands bang on target. It’s such an intense experience, his hands start spasming.

Later still, Magnus is in the middle of dealing with the Simanzi Massacre, and it looks like his visor’s seen better days. Hopefully it was a reading pair, and not something he actually needed to see. Rotorstorm is also there, because his character apparently only exists to suffer. Magnus and his team rise from the muck and the mire, coming ashore right on top of a Cybernought, which promptly fries Magnus with its hand lasers. He gets so crispy, his hands start spasming.

For anyone having trouble parsing the scraps of rended metal that used to be Rewind of Lower Petrohex here, allow me a moment to break him down. That cylinder in the lower left corner is his camera, the wire coming off of it is where it plugged into his head, and that squarish chunk with the clean, round hole in it is probably part of his helmet. The other chunky bits I couldn’t tell you what they are, but I think it’s pretty safe to say that Chromedome absolutely put the dog to sleep with that blast last issue.

Inside the Lost Light, Swerve’s trying to be a nice guy by putting on some tunes for Ultra Magnus, who got his spark shot by Overlord last issue, but all it’s really done is make Ratchet get distracted.

Magnus is in a bad way, as was established by First Aid last issue, and it doesn’t seem like Ratchet’s having any more luck than had been predicted. Swerve’s here for emotional support, and also because he’s got medical training. Tailgate’s here for cleanup duty. Drift’s off in the corner making snide remarks about the medical equipment, probably because he’s mad his legs are still off.

Drift looks like he’s been chiseled out of stone here, and I kind of love it. Forget softboi uwu Dwift, I want more of this guy who’ll bite into a teddybear cactus and not even flinch.

Agustin Padilla’s back on the scene for this issue, and he’s decided that everyone’s going to be elongated in as many ways as he can manage in 20 pages. Tailgate and Swerve? Tallest they’ll ever be in the series. They’re as tall as Cyclonus, and he’s a fucking space jet. Someone’s got a chevron? You better believe that thing’s scraping the gotdang ceiling. Drift’s kitty-cat ears almost never fit into the panel, because those suckers are LONG today. It’s like they’ve all been put through a taffy-puller. There are a lot of little quirks with this art, but this is one I can kind of get behind, if only because it’s so distinctive.

Getting back to the story, Drift’s talking about the Death Clock here- no, not the animated band from Adult Swim, but an actual medical device that can calculate the moment a shrinking spark will give out, down to the second. It only measures the lifespans of the terminally ill, so Swerve hasn’t accidentally given himself even more depression by sticking his little hands in the shiny light without a thought as to what the device he’s messing with might do.

Ultra Magnus has about ten days to live. This makes Tailgate incredibly upset, because he, unlike everyone else on the ship, hasn’t experienced the horrors of war and death.

Ratchet’s right, though. There’s certainly a chance that Tailgate, who’s been shown to react to stressful situations by having panic attacks to the point of blacking out, could have a very severe response to what is his first major catastrophe. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder usually isn’t an immediate development, but being proactive about your mental health is never a bad thing if you can swing it. Hell, with how bad the Overlord situation was, I wouldn’t be surprised if Rung was booked solid long enough for Tailgate to actually have time to develop PTSD.

Rodimus is on the intercom to address the situation that just took place, because man oh man, was it a doozy. He intends to hold an inquiry to figure out just what the hell happened and how Overlord got on the Lost Light to begin with. As he tells everyone what’s going to happen, our focus shifts to Chromedome, who’s standing on the outside of the ship, staring off into space.

Man, I hope Chromedome’s on the front half, because this is a fucking grim scene to witness.

Skids comes out, having been looking for Chromedome. Trailcutter of all people pointed him in the right direction- which I suppose makes sense, given that he was on the Ethics Committee on Kimia. He probably would know Chromedome and Rewind decently well by this point.

Chromedome turns around to show off his mourning black Autobot badge, freshly photoshopped onto his chest for our viewing pleasure. It’s especially blatant when contrasting with Padilla’s rougher linework style.

Skids asks our brand-new widower how he’s holding up, and Chromedome says he’s fine, which is funny, because the other day he was all:

Chromedome has a moment of reminiscing, playing connect-the-dots with the stars like he and Rewind used to do all the time.

Skids, they were married for 250,000 years.

Skids might actually have been one of the worse people to have found Chromedome, if this is what he’s going to say, and then immediately leave. He’s so awkward and clearly uncomfortable and doesn’t want to be there. Does he feel weird about Chromedome knowing more about him than he himself does? Does Skids not have access to any of his memories related to mourning? Geez, I hope nobody needs him to help them through a difficult emotional time for a good while, because this was painful to watch.

Back inside the ship, Rung’s come over to Rodimus’ room to see what all the crashing and banging is about. It would seem our dear captain’s upset, and has decided to work through his frustrations by destroying his private quarters, perhaps in an attempt to summon the wrath of Ultra Magnus, thus saving him through the power of his own mess-induced rage. Rung comes to sit with Rodimus, I guess giving up his search for Chromedome, and the two of them discuss Magnus. Specifically, they discuss Magnus’ memos, and how much Rodimus despises receiving them, because they make him feel like he’s not doing his job right. He stopped even opening them, they made him feel so bad.

If you subscribe to the headcanon of Rodimus having ADHD, you could potentially read this as being a manifestation of Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. As it is within the story proper, Rung’s decided to ignore this tidbit of information to get at the more pressing issues, like why exactly Rodimus felt the need to wreck his room.

This is about the point where the art for Rodimus becomes roughly 90% spot blacks, and it’s highly suggested that Rung get out while the getting’s good.

Oh, well this is going to be awkward.

Later on, we’re at the funeral. There’s five coffins, though not all of them actually contain a body. Everyone’s here to see their friends off, even Cyclonus, who was invited to the wake by Chromedome himself. Awful nice of him to do that, given their history.

The lineup in the front row is a bunch of chatterboxes, and they prove that very quickly as Swerve, Skids, and Whirl theorize on the contents of Brainstorm’s mysterious briefcase, which is also here at the funeral. Swerve swears himself to the duty of finding out what’s inside, on threat of death should he fail.

A short time skip is had, and Rodimus is revealed to be wearing his ceremonial funeral cape and terrifying vampire arm spikes to this shindig, as he sends Tripodeca, who is surely the most beloved of all Autobots, off with as many kind words as he can muster in the time they have. Everyone says goodbye, and we get to Rewind’s turn. Rodimus has a moment of pause, as Rung gives him the most withering look I believe he will ever produce in the entirety of the run of MTMTE/Lost Light.

Rodimus concedes to giving Rewind the credit for saving everyone from Overlord posthumously, as well as Fortress Maximus and Chromedome, labelling himself as a failure on that front. Chromedome comes up to the podium for a few words on the love of his life.

…well, it’s been a long day for everyone, I suppose.

Chromedome sits back down, right next to Brainstorm because they’re besties, as Brainstorm stares him down like he knows something Chromedome doesn’t.

Probably because he does.

After the funeral, Brainstorm pays Chromedome a visit, finding him in the middle of spring cleaning. He’s taking all of Rewind’s stuff and shoving it in a box to be destroyed.

Does it count as foreshadowing if it’s like a page before the reveal? I guess so.

Chromedome is trying to ease Brainstorm’s mind about the inquiry Rodimus is conducting, saying that the guy ought to talk to Drift before he gets TOO antsy about spilling the beans- perhaps a touch too late there, Domey- but Brainstorm isn’t here for any of that.

So you’re saying Chromedome/Dominus isn’t going to be endgame.

Turns out Chromedome’s been collecting dead spouses, and he wasn’t even aware of it. When faced with this inherent truth about his personal relationship with grief, Chromedome only has this to say:

Time for a pop quiz!

When the burden of life is too much to bear, what is an addict most likely to do? Is it:

A) Quit cold turkey

B) Seek help for their addiction

C) Relapse

If you answered C, you get a gold star, and a harsh reminder that addiction is a fucking monster that will devour your life and meaningful relationships, leaving you with nothing but itself for company.

Chromedome has had a problem with injecting since he got good enough at it to get his own set of finger needles, and he’s been completely dependent on other people to get himself to even close to stopping the habit. His character bio on the crew roster page has, up until this point, outright claimed this.

Now Rewind’s gone, and there’s really nothing stopping him from just taking that pain away. Brainstorm certainly can’t do it, though not for lack of trying.

Chromedome says that he won’t go through with his plan, but Brainstorm knows he’s lying, because they’ve done this song and dance before. At this point, asking Chromedome to not inject is just a courtesy to the deceased.

No wonder Chromedome invited Cyclonus to the funeral- probably figured why the hell not, since he wouldn’t remember it anyway.

Brainstorm gives Chromedome a data slug- the last one Rewind ever made, shot through the door just before it sliced Chromedome’s arm off, and found by Fort Max. Brainstorm leaves, probably to go prepare himself for that awful, hollow feeling he’ll be getting the next time he sees Chromedome.

Over in the shuttle bay, Rodimus is addressing the crew, Chromedome is retconned into being Toxin because he’s not supposed to be in this scene, and Drift is named as the sole conspirator in the Overlord debacle. Rodimus just starts tearing into Drift, and while he does, we cut over to the medibay, where some zombie nonsense is going on.

Golly, seems like there’s some flavor of undead on the Lost Light every other week, doesn’t it?

Rodimus strips Drift of his Autobot badge and tells him to get the fuck out.

Back at Chromedome’s room, he’s decided to take a gander at what Rewind left behind, plugging the data slug into the computer.

Man, this part always makes me a little weepy.

I can’t do Rewind’s final message justice, not in the choppy format I present here- which is perhaps a bit ironic, given the nature of how it’s presented. In the final moments he had, Rewind pieced together a plea for Chromedome to love himself, and to remember that he was- and still is- loved. He shared his own fears of them being apart, and how he knows how hard the coming days will be. He begged Chromedome to be kind to himself, because he- whether he believes it or not- has grown from the person he was in the New Institute.

As this message plays out, we see Drift swarmed by furious Autobots, who get violent as he makes his way off the Lost Light, only to be helped back to his feet by none other than Ratchet, before climbing into a shuttle, surely never to be seen again.

Shane McCarthy slipped Roberts a twenty to set up a slowburn between his OC and Ratchet all the way back in MTMTE #4. This is the start of the pining portion of their relationship.

God, just- there’s a reason Roberts has claimed this issue as one of his best, and it’s this fucking message. Please, if you somehow have gotten to this post without reading the comics- well, first, how, and second- go and READ THEM. I promise it’s worth it, they’re beautiful and funny and full of heart, even when everyone’s being a dick to each other.

Rewind leaves Chromedome with one final piece, which probably didn’t feel like enough, but was all he could manage in the time he had left.

I’m basically legally obligated to post this panel.

Let’s take a moment to consider Rewind as a character. He’s an archivist, and one who’s gotten very good at his job over the millennia. The guy’s OBSESSED with history, and recording as much of it as possible.

Which stands to reason that he knew about Chromedome’s past conjunx endurae. I mean, why wouldn’t he? It would be public record- even if you don’t necessarily get a marriage license on Cybertron, Chromedome would have been on the paperwork with these other guys somewhere, and the fact that he wouldn’t be able to answer the question of “Who’s this guy you lived with for several thousand years?” Would imply some… rather unfortunate things.

Rewind also has a hard time letting go of things- he gets jealous of Chromedome’s past relationship with Prowl any time it’s brought up, and he’s still looking for his ex-husband after what’s probably been at least a million years. That, combined with the way Rewind lives his life- you know, recording every single moment of it- gives me the impression that he really, really wouldn’t enjoy the idea of being forgotten. He wants Chromedome to stop injecting because it’ll kill him, of course he does, but he also wouldn’t want to be erased.

The video cuts off, leaving Chromedome alone. It’s all up to him now, whether Rewind gets to stay in his heart now.

Chromedome/Dominus is still on the table.

With THAT crisis of love dealt with, we move back on to that weird zombie nonsense we saw a little bit ago. Ultra Magnus is missing. Odd, that.

Ratchet, how many times are your patients going to have to disappear from your medibay before it’s less of a “them” problem, and more of a “you” problem?

As Ratchet goes off to search the rest of the ward, Tailgate accidentally bumps into the death clock, which gives him a nasty little surprise: apparently he’s only got three days to live.

Yeah, this is the point where the comic kicks into overdrive, plotwise- there are no brakes on this train anymore.