#They have a book club

[snekmadehorrors]

therapy doodles. Host, orbits, all good stuff

[youngpettyqueen]

Hawkeye being pen pals with Peg and Mildred is a minor detail that I grip with claws

[golden-doves]

Okay, so no art here but fuck it, The Rose has me at gun point to share this so oh well.

Azami, as discussed before, is like Shamura in the wisdom aspect, and she often reads with him.

ANYWAYS, she also writes short stories. And now I am going to share one once a day to fill up some space when working on the story.

<3 Day one:

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Meaningless words pierce my ears and I'm left useless on the floor. A shaken mess of nerves, the voices around me are spinning angrily as I attempt to calm myself, yet I'm still left shaking.

Maybe I deserve this fear, after all I merely sat there lazily watching as the walls collapsed around me.

My minds a mess. And I have no support for it, maybe I should give up. Maybe I should let them win.

Yet I have to keep going, for if I submit to the chains holding me down it will be evident that I am the one who has shackled myself to this misery.

I can feel the broken wings of others who have suffered the same fate I would have been left it as I fly away.

Yet the chains around me pull taught, and I struggle against them, angry tears fill my eyes as I attempt to escape, and I fall to the floor once again, broken.

Misery is my only company in these times of sadness, yet I look up to see a light shining before me, beckoning me to break free of these chains.

I can hear them clink behind me as I stand once again, taking a step forth and running to the light, words of encouragement from my friends wrapping around me like a shield against the words of all who try to harm me.

My weight is thrown forth as I stumble, the chain lay broken behind me. I am pulled into the warmth of those I love as I finally find myself free.

The lights come on around me and I find myself laying down, my lover beside me as the babble of children playing down the halls fill my ears. And I'm left reminded to keep going. For her. **For Them**

I find myself free as I lay beside her, watching the peaceful breaths she takes as she sleeps, and finally, at last. *I'm Free*

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Shamura cried when reading this the first time because he was so proud of her for writing it <3

Garden, Signing off

[soliusss]

Funniest thing I’ve seen on tiktok are those sigma male boys getting mad that American psycho was written by a gay man and going “well I like fight club better” buddy I’ve got some world ending devastating news for you

[that-dumbass-rabbit]

Frog, Toad, Bert, and Ernie double date you're welcome

[marlsswrites]

Regulus: Effie said she’s on her way.

James: How do you know?

Regulus: She… texted me?

James: Why would she text you? I’m her son?

Regulus: Yeah well I’m clearly her favourite.

James: How-

Regulus: Look *whips out phone* she has TWO hearts next to my name.

James: WHAT?

Regulus: See.

James: I only have ONE??

Regulus patting James on the back: Shhh, it’ll be okay.

[communistkenobi]

"Sex" is commonly used to refer to a person's status as a man or woman based on biological factors. Although sex reflects a person's biology, as opposed to gender, which is generally considered to be socially constructed, the biological aspect of the body that determines a person's sex has not been legally or medically resolved. Traditionally, a person's legal sex is established by the sex that the birth attendant places on the birth certificate. Thus, for infants born with unambiguous external genitalia, the external genitalia typically control the sex determination. If the genitalia appear ambiguous, sex is assigned, in part, based on sex-role stereotypes. The presence of an "adequate" penis in an XY infant leads to the label male, while the absence of an "adequate" penis leads to the label female. A genetic (XY) male with an "inadequate" penis (one that physicians believe will be incapable of penetrating a female's vagina when the child reaches adulthood) is "turned into" a female even if it means destroying his reproductive capacity. A genetic (XX) female who may be capable of reproducing, however, is generally assigned the female sex to preserve her reproductive capability, regardless of the appearance of her external genitalia. If her phallus is considered to be too large to meet the guidelines for a typical clitoris, it is surgically reduced, even if it means that her capacity for satisfactory sex may be reduced or destroyed. In other words, men are defined based on their ability to penetrate females, and females are defined based on theis ability to procreate. Sex, therefore, can be viewed as a social construct rather than a biological fact.

— The Road Less Traveled: The Problem with Binary Sex Categories by Julie A Greenberg in Transgender Rights (2006)

interesting to note that 1) the introduction of chromosomal information doesn’t actually provide more “biologically accurate” precision in sex assignment, only a more complex set of administrative and medical instructions on the procedures of assignment, 2) the only concern in sex assignment is maintaining the distinction that “females make babies” and “males penetrate females to induce pregnancy.”

This is why the idea that “sex is biological” or that we can just drill down to find the sex atom of the human body, be that chromosomes or gametes or whatever else, is premised on the notion that sex assignment is simply a record of a self-evident reality, not the construction of the category of sex as the mythological foundation of cis-heterosexual reproduction

[wlwvampirism]

The desire to join a book club and make new friends and be social vs. Wanting to read what I want, when I want, at the pace that I want, without the pressure of deadlines

[notbecauseofvictories]

I'm rewatching leverage out of nostalgia and some other emotion I haven't figured out yet, and I do think there's a story in "Maggie Ford Collins deals with having the most unhinged ex in her suburban book group, learns to hotwire a car, and gets her groove back, not in that particular order."

[tarsusingkirk]

i change my mind, lestat would not be jealous of dreamstat once he read daniel's book. he would video call louis with blood tears running down his face and ask if he was really there for louis, if louis really took comfort in that lestat, in that version of him. he would ask through wet sniffs and hoarse voice if he, that lestat, brought louis some form of happiness, of alleviation, of ephemeral safety in those darkened years.

and when louis would look at him for a moment, his face pixelating and blurry with the strength of the wifi connection, and then quietly nod to the side, lestat would smile. a trembling, small thing, red with the blood that they both share.

'i'm glad, mon cher, i'm glad i could still help you despite everything.'

[anorlondos]

I've decided to make portraits for each of Miquella's followers in the DLC, so here's Ansbach and Leda (my two favorites!!)

I'm probably going to go back and paint over these sometime (after I sketch all 7), but that will take a while, so I figured I'll post the doodles as I make them :)

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[catilinas]

lucan's pharsalia (or bellum civile) is an epic poem in latin about the civil war between julius caesar and pompey magnus. it contains the most detailed description of necromancy from the ancient world, romans fighting (and losing) to various horrible snakes, and time imploding in on itself. the poet fell out with the emperor nero and was banned from reciting or publishing the poem; he was later forced to commit suicide for his involvement in a failed conspiracy against the emperor. the poem was left unfinished.

quit your job. join my emo readalong. the anniversary of the battle of pharsalus is august 9th. tag posts with #pharsaliabookclub if you like

my goal is for this to be extremely chill and lowkey but also to get more people into / talk about what is one of my favourite texts of all time ever. + if you want to have an evil civil war experience then read caesar's bellum civile at the same time :-)

reading schedule

june 24th - june 30th: book 1

july 1st - july 7th: book 2

july 8th - july 14th: book 3

july 15th - july 21st: book 4

july 22nd - july 28th: book 5

july 29th - august 4th: book 6

august 5th - august 11th: book 7 (teehee)

august 12th - august 18th: book 8

august 19th - august 25th: book 9

august 26th - september 1st: book 10

translations

i'm planning on reading jane wilson joyce's translation, which also has good introductions to the poem as a whole as well as each individual book. if you can’t find a pdf in your usual pdf finding locations then dm me :-) i also recommend susan braund's oxford world classics translation. a.s. kline's translation is on poetryintranslation, and the loeb translation by j.d. duff has facing latin text.

[finchers-ipad]

MY 1999 ‘SIGHT AND SOUND’ MAGAZINE ARRIVED!!

[hazy-cosmic-skies]

au where remus grew up with his muggle mum so he has a super deep interest in something like star trek, or like ancient egypt or lord of the rings, and sirius, who had never heard abt these muggle things could listen to him talk for hours

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

please sir can i have a housewife character whose problems are unrelated to housewifery