#What does it mean to…abstract?….

[whereismyhat5678]

The Amazing Digital Circus is invading my brain and for the life of me I can’t stop thinking about Kaufmo.

(Umm. It’s kind of dark so please be aware I think…)

You know that one silly clown guy that got abstracted in the pilot and we never see him again?

Yeah I can’t stop thinking about him.

Kaufmo has so much depth and lore that I can’t wait to hear more of (if we get more of it) AND GOSH DO I HAVE QUESTIONS!

Did anyone like him before he got taken? Did people hate him? DID people like him? How did they feel about him??

How did he act? Was he always crazy was he just some sweet guy that tried to stay positive but ended up just…

…Breaking?….Just like that?…..(which shatters my heart to think about…)

And it also hurts to think about, but how does it feel like to be abstracted?….I’ve heard this one theory and/or headcannon that: when someone gets abstracted it’s like suicide?…

Like the way they talk about it: “I can’t believe he just…gave up like that..”

THAT sounds like-….Like Kaufmo abstracted because he just couldn’t take it…Did all of them end up abstracting that way??

And how does it feel…How does it feel to be mangled up. To be just a black warped thingy with eyes. TO HAVE TO BE ABLE TO LIVE AND JUST EXIST LIKE THAT. Does it hurt them?? Does it hurt to even breathe like that??

I found another person describing it as just dying over and over and over again and that. It breaks me. WTF DOES IT FEEL LIKE??.

I’m getting to ahead of myself, because I think WAY TOO DEEP in these things-. It’s like whenever I watch a scary movie, like the Exorcist or something of just..how does it feel to be possessed like that?…Is it never ending hell? What do you see?….Does it hurt to move to think to speak to breathe to DO ANYTHING??

Again sorry but- I NEED ANSWERS‼️‼️‼️‼️

(And one more thing..Did Kaufmo abstract JUST from wanting to leave or….something else?….Like he obviously wanted to get out but what if there was something else that tipped him over the edge….AGAIN JUST A THOUGHT. Might not be true but….just a thought…)

[sforzesco]

"Since you've named yourself after Julius fucking Caesar, perhaps I'll follow in your lead and choose one of the conspirators." "Interesting," says Giuliano. "Should I worry about finding you at the center of some kind of conspiracy that ends with my death?" "Not from me," replies Ascanio. He sounds tired. "Not anymore."

informally, some kind of. conversational follow up to the last comic. I'm trying to get the atmospheric conversational whimsy out of my system because I have a vision of the vatican as a body in active decay, a point of infection spreading out and poisoning the well, a jaw unhinged that people walk into over and over, and I am so close to figure out how to convey this visually. maybe.

[read-write-thrive]

platonic and romantic are not some sort of binary that relationships have to be divided into. they’re not even two ends of a linear spectrum. they’re fully just abstract concepts made up of culturally-dependant social behaviour and expectations that are continually forced upon people to reinforce religious, legal, and broader societal/cultural norms, often and repeatedly to the detriment of non-normative groups including, but not limited to, the queer community. and I am sick and tired of those norms being replicated in fucking fandom discourse, of all places

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have never felt this uniquely insane about a character <3 i cant get a read on him

[deadworldwideweb]

alex g - things to do

[waitineedaname]

for some reason the intro to phonology and syntax classes for grad students are also the advanced phonology and syntax classes for undergrads, which means the professors are spouting off dense syntactical theory to undergrads who have already taken the intro class with them, meanwhile there's six of us grad students sitting to the side staring at each other like this

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[ask-the-crimson-king]

The night is cold, and he is tired.

Firelight flickers and dances upon the walls. Quiet conversations are murmured somewhere in the distance. Laughter accompanies it, sometimes.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

The feeling of soft linens brings a measure of comfort. It rustles gently as he moves.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

Light dims. Starlight paints an infinite sky. Ink spills and bleeds on blank parchment. Words dance across its pages, continuing a march that had started hours ago.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

No more words are said. No more memories to be laughing over. Cold overtakes warmth.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

The words have long since stopped being written. The pages are dry, crackling as a great tome is closed.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

And he draws up the feathers around him, fashions himself a bed.

The night is cold, and he is tired, and so he sleeps.

He dreams.

The night is cold, and he is tired.

So he dreams of what the dawn may bring.

[kkkindered]

K’IN'S FIRST VICTIM — a lil something.

K'in can easily be driven to putting blood on their hands. Early stages of their father's scheme, he needed to know how far he could push them. To see if he could make them work. So he'd set up connection banquets. Pretty faces, old and new, and let rumours run that he was looking for a new face of the modelling agency.

It took time.

Started out just as bad looks or petty squabbles to scare spme girls away. Some needed sprained ankles to miss audition days or make-up trails. Nothing K'in couldn't throw money at to soothe their guilt or forgive themselves for in a weeks time.

Until a certain woman, Anastasia.

She was just like K'in. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Everyone loved it. She was a breath of fresh air. Didn't ask for anything. Accepted if it was offered with a pretty grin. Everyone was in awe.

They were, too. Sure. A pretty face. They got along well. Passed compliments to each other easily, genuinely. Shared fears and ideas for shoots they'd have together if Ana impressed the right people.

She did. The right people were impressed. She got a spot.

They had celebrated. Drank and giggled together over it. K'in threw it all up when they got home afterwards.

A peek into their father's office left them sick. Ana's face plastered over every inch of it. Their pictures on the floor make room for Ana's designs. Their schedule on a table their father rarely uses in favour of her own.

They had to fix it. It took some weeks to come to term with it. Hang outs were recent in the days leading up to her debut. Cuddling late at night, whispering fears and insecurities into the night.

They promise to never share them.

The big day hits. Flashing lights and articles everywhere. The debut picture. Both of them posed together. Matching grins and complimentary outfits. K'in showing off their toned legs and Anastasia centuring her pose around her chest.

It was a truly beautiful picture. K'in wishes that Ana hadn't already succumbed to the poison before the picture had been released. Sometimes they imagine how she'd look. How she would jump and scream at it. Over how beautiful they looked together.

Together wouldn't have lasted. One of them would have been devested in the long run.

K'in saved themselves.

[ilynpilled]

what do u think is jaime’s biggest flaw

oh he has a bunch

Biggest one: his fear of truly confronting things. his cowardice (the brave knight is deconstructed)

Arrogance is a given. His obsession with perception and his ego. His destructive dissociative tendencies and forced detachment. His self delusion and cynicism he uses to enable acts that his conscience knows are wrong. He also often falls into the trap of cynicism when he expects quick results and does not get them. When he makes choices to become better and people keep dehumanizing him and expect the worst from him he gets super frustrated and petty (less so atp, just compare his behavior to Brienne’s reaction when he gives her Oathkeeper and she misreads his intensions vs the gate not being opened for him in ADwD) His misogynistic and classist blindspots. Him weighing his values wrong even when his conscience is screaming at him (multiple examples of this, e.g Jeyne Poole: “her eyes were sad and wary”, “then why do you sound so frightened?”: vows from so many vows speech in conflict: obey your father vs protect the innocent. He obviously chooses wrong. George was telling us the way he changed by the end of ASoS is not enough he is not where he needs to be yet) His desperate want to make his “so many vows” compromise instead of making the correct choice and drawing the hard line he already did at 17. His desire to become Goldenhand the Just (just a mess frankly, gold tends to have negative symbolism in his story, his goldenhand also is associated with violence and is his desperate attempt to recreate his old self, his phantom fingers — again, has to be addressed in a dream.) While we are here also his need for his subconscious to literally repeatedly slap sense into him (his dreams addressing things he refuses to consciously address because it would hurt to do so). His tendency to repeat his father’s dogma when he is viscerally aware that that man is the worst man oat (Lannister sibling parallels! uwu!), unwittingly contradicting it in every way, then trying again. His desire to pursue glory as well as honor (and whatever they mean in the subtext) when the symbolism is very clearly established that the two cannot be achieved simultaneously for him, he cannot ride two horses at once. It might be that both get turn down at the end in some form. The honor related to the KG, and the glory related to duty to house Lannister. I think that conflict is getting picked apart right now with the choice he makes in ADwD to abandon his position/hunting down the brotherhood any kind of glory tying to house lannister pursuit etc to follow an injured and suspicious Brienne alone (mind you he was also riding Honor in that chapter, ntm the half moon). I think both honor and glory are very abstract and are rooted in some form in his desire for love as well (honor and glory paid their parts but in the end it was for cersei is something he reflects on) but “the things we do for love” has to be something not destructive and prejudiced. He is disillusioned by both honor and glory, especially after aerys. “What is honor?” A horse. Like deep down he knows. His arc in AFfC-ADwD was about about taking apart and looking at all of these flaws imo, put him in a spot to make his choice in adwd. and all that matters are choices. He is also an asshole.

[jrueships]

BTW this is not to anyone, it's just a general i wanna just say Thang, calling people BUT MEN ESPECIALLY 'mother' or like 'my wife' my girlfriend u know u know. im not sayin the spicier examples.

does NOT , listen, N O T A L W A Y S mean

THEY ARE A BOTTOM!!!!!!!!! (The kind of bottom I'm talking about is the simplified, singular watered down version usually straight (eerily) young people love to throw away as an 'insult'. Which just emphasizes what im intending here.)

that perpetuates an already problematic perpetuated mindset THAT CAN NOT JUST BE 'AUTOMATICALLY EXCLUDED' just because IT ISN'T BEING USED IN THE CONTEXT IT ORIGINATED FROM. Serge ibaka is mother. DeMar is mother. But they also be bangin out bratty ass mfs on a daily basis like the shit is clockwork. Both can be done. that is all i wanted to get out there. ty. gootbye

[handgiven]

i am going to bed but before i go let me leave you with the most emmanuel quote from one of my fave books ever (under the cut)--

I GUESS YOU ARE KIND OF CURIOUS as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

Perhaps it was raining very hard. That is my name.

Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong —"Sorry for the mistake,"—and you had to do something else. That is my name.

Perhaps it was a game that you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window. That is my name.

Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around. That is my name.

Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened. That is my name.

Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their voice was almost an echo. That is my name.

Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day. That is my name.

Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good. That is my name.

[belfrygargoyles]

I feel like if I had a stronger foundation in woodblock and printmaking as like a physical medium this piece would be a lot less tedious and challenging for me

[daughters-of-liberty]

I just saw someone's art and...oh, how I am dying to be mean.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[demonsdienstag]

the truth lies within, you just have to look

the reasons are all hidden with you, you just have to look

the forgotten past, the key to everything

the cause to all of this the rumours, the desires, the greed

they think the solution to everything is within you...

it's your heart...! you just have to look

look within yourself this demon's dienstag / tuesday, you might just find something unexpected