#but that could just be me

[albatris]

"top ten mistakes you're making in your novel" "always follow these five writing rules" "how to make your manuscript not suck" I am skipping. your post. goodbye

[zoyalaisobachka]

Every other day I think about how quick Nikolai was ready to sacrifice himself in his duology and while I'm sure it also was for the good cause, I think that boy is also tired tired.

We see a few glimpses of the darker parts of him in his books, but I feel like he's more depressed and hopeless sometimes than the books truly point at.

He wears this masquerade of Ravka's hope, but sometimes he can't convince himself to be hopeful.

ETA1: to ME, he has ADHD. and that already increases the risk of depression due to brain chemistry.

He lives in a country that has never seen peace, this impacts everyone.

The way he was treated as a child for things he couldn't really control much since it is part of how his brain works, being criticised all the time surely doesn't make someone happy.

He learns to be highly masking, to such a degree, that it seems that he has no personality of his own, that he lacks self identity to a certain level. And he learns that he can only be loved if he is not himself, but rather who other people want him to be.

Then he wants a safer future for his country, but only being the second son of the king, he can't do much (he finds a solution for that by creating Sturmhond though).

The loss of people he loves leaves it's mark for sure too, and then the demon. The never ending river of new problems, always putting a stop to the little successes they have.

Tbc

[easypeasylindyvesey]

y’all idk if the universe was conspiring something but i just find it weird how jim didn’t play last year’s home opener bc he was a healthy scratch and then he didn’t play this year’s home opener bc he’s injured

[pierrelucdisaster]

ESPN really said here's an article about Kyle Okposo being uncomfortable with being called "an old guy without a cup" and publish...

[pretendthisisaname]

I'm bored, so I'm going to list the differences between the orv webnovel and webtoon that I remember (only up to chapter 71 (webnovel)/episode 64 (webtoon), because that's how far I've gotten).

1. The most obvious, the name changes! The webtoon doesn't use honorifics, the webtoons names are first name last name instead of last name first name, and some of the names are spelled differently (Example: Yoo Joonghyuk vs Junghyeok Yu).

2. In the webnovel, when Lee Jihye is asking about Yoo Jonghyuk and Kim Dokja's relationship, she asks, "Wait! How did you give birth to a child?" In the webtoon, she asks if they adopted a child.

3. Dokja brings up this joke later when the constellation 'King Heungmu the Great' (Kim Yushin) is possessing him and trying to force Dokja to be his incarnation by threatening to use his body to kill Yoo Sangah. Dokja tells the constellation that "If I give birth to a child, I will surely tell them what happened today." The webtoon does not do this. (For those who don't understand what Dokja is doing, he's saying that he will pass on the constellations story to his future kid. This is an attempt to appease the constellation).

4. After this, the Fourth Wall kicks the constellation out. In the webnovel, we learn that the Fourth Wall was killing the constellation and would have done so if he didn't flee. We do not learn this in the webtoon.

5. Sangah tied Dokja up with her threads when this was happening (I haven't been told what they're called yet, but they are the golden strings shown in the webtoon). He compliments her for it while she apologizes for doing it. In the webtoon, this is played as a joke. In the webnovel, this gives us a small look into how Dokja sees her (he had thought Sangah was frozen in surprise. When he realizes she wasn't, he thinks, "It was my mistake when I thought of her as an ordinary office worker").

6. Sometime in the webnovel, Dokja thinks about how he isn't worried about his mom (a small but arguably important hint about their relationship). In the webtoon, he thinks about how he is worried for her.

7. Both the webtoon and webnovel explain words. The webtoon explains more words than the webnovel does and also gives some background on things that the reader probably wouldn't know. (Also, I don't know if this is just my problem, but the links in the webnovel don't work for me).

8. This is an obvious one, but the webtoon tends to make more jokes than the webnovel (or they turn scenes into jokes when they weren't jokes before. Example: number 5 on this list).

9. In the webnovel, Dokja finds out that "[The character Min Jiwon shows a weak liking towards you]." He immediately understands that this means she is attracted to him and heavily denies that this is the case (in his head, not out loud). In the webtoon, it outright says, "[Character, Jiwon Min, is slightly attracted to you]."

10. In the story, we learn that Min Jiwon was also attracted to Yoo Jonghyuk in previous regression(s). In the webnovel, she slapped him when they first met and proceeded to help him on the rest of his journey. In the webtoon, Joonghyuk grabbed her by the collar, and she immediately fell for him.

11. In the webnovel, Min Jiwon's attraction to Dokja is mostly implied. The only reason we know for sure that she likes him is because Dokja recognizes that she does (because he's read the novel and knows the signs). In the webtoon, it is very obvious, and she is very tsundere about it (a smaller example for easy comparison: in the webtoon, she glares at Sangah when she's untying Dokja. In the same scene in the webnovel, she looks between them "with curious eyes").

And that's it! Well, I'm sure there's more, but I'm mostly working off of a not so good memory (don't worry, I double-checked to make sure I got everything right ;] ).

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I saw a post from a certain #girlblogger who irritates the hell out of me but whose question I nevertheless feel compelled to answer speculatively, which is why it is that God identifies as our Father, originally asked with a lot of question marks and then fervently repeated as if waiting for a particular answer that perhaps she alone can provide to her satisfaction.

This is something about which I wonder too, and my answer, which sounds flip, is that God identifies as our Father because He is far away.

I will now indulge in being extremely weird in explaining myself:

I’m going to take for granted that God chose to identify as Father, that this appellation is well considered, and that this is not something put on Him by sexist patriarchal civilizations, which is perhaps the answer the #girlbloggers would like. I am also going to engage in wild generalizations for the sake of making a point. I am sure if you read this with the desire to catch me in a technicality you will do so and I am sure your pleasure in so doing will be commensurate with the effort.

God is not a man, or a woman, He is not male or female. I do not know how deep the metaphor goes. I do not know the metaphysical relationship between masculine and male and feminine and female, and I do not know the metaphysical relationship between God the unfathomable Ultimate Reality and the title “Father” and its associated pronouns. God made both male and female in His image, and so He contains both. Perhaps when God breathed life into Adam, He (She?) was, in that capacity, Adam’s mother, and the Bible shows us aspects of God that we might consider feminine. For example, in Matthew 23:37 Jesus says, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.”

But God is our Father in that I think there is a fundamental gulf between God the Almighty and Man the creation. God is alienated from us in the way that a father is alienated from the child. Or perhaps better, we are alienated from God as the child is alienated from the father. A child’s connection with the mother is immediate and constantly enforced, it is there from the beginning and--this is the key--the child knows. The father, despite providing the seed, and in that sense being the first mover to whom the child owes its spark of life, and despite having been there since the beginning, is, at first, a more unknown quality. Over the course of the child’s life, the child grows in understanding of the father and the child’s consciousness of the father’s significance increases with age.

Though God perhaps is our Mother in the sense that our life is sustained from conception by God, we do not perceive this. We grow in our understanding and grasp of God and of God’s significance. The limitation here is not God’s, but Man’s. We cannot understand at first, we grow into that understanding. A child grows in their understanding of their father, and this is not the limitation of the father, but the child. 

Now I will indulge in being weirder and speculate that God as Father has a yet greater metaphysical depth, but I am really going out on a limb here

I think that there is another way of thinking of God the Father and it has to do with the whole Father Sky / Mother Earth trope of myth. Why should we consider God our Mother? What is the ultimate Motherly reality we wish to attribute to God? Maybe one would prefer to think of God as Mother because of discomfort with (or hatred of) male pronouns but I would suspect we  would want to make this link specifically because we think of the Mother as the source of Life, and God is the source of Life. The Earth is our Mother because it creates and sustains Life--Nature is a Mother because it creates and sustains Life.

But the Universe is not only Life, and is in fact far larger than Life. God could call Himself “He” and our Father in His capacity as a “first mover,” in that He not only creates Life, but the conditions for Life. In the way that we might consider Man’s role not only the protection of the home and protection of the family but the creation of the conditions in which a family can exist, and we might consider Men, en masse, as the creators of the base conditions of civilization in which Life and Culture flourish, so also God creates the laws of physics and the atoms and the minerals out of which Life can ultimately arise. Men also plant the seed of Life, though they cannot make it grow, and in this more intimate sense are the first-mover for Life as well. (Men also determine the sex of the child, because only men have both chromosomes. So both men and women come, in that sense, from men, and in this there is perhaps some hint in God’s traditional pronouns, but I’m not sure.)

Now I think it is undeniable that Life requires all these physical preconditions but it does not follow that these physical preconditions therefore create Life, which takes something else. Men need Women to take those base conditions and create Life. The first-mover role is essential but insufficient, or rather, not self-sufficient.

So, while God’s capacity to create and sustain Life may be feminine, it may also be accurate to characterize Him as masculine in the sense that he also first creates the conditions in which Life occurs and is the seed of that life.

TL;DR God is our Father in that God is the initiator, the first-mover.

[unnamed-chaos]

coroika brain rot

first g/t post come on yall lets go tumblr ruined the quality but we’ll seehow this does, might draw more -post signed off by Double//UC

[sol1056]

the problem is that even when I was of the age to want to do something like coachella, I still wouldn’t have heard of 90% of the bands because the kind of music in those festivals just wasn’t the genres I was into

so it’s less “how old am I” and more “how much I’ve always been out of touch”

I'm 84...

[river--ghost]

work all night on a drink of rum

daylight come and me wan go home

stack banana til the morning come

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come mr tallyman tally me banana

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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

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day

me say dayo

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day

me say day

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a beautiful bunch of ripe banana

daylight come and me wan go home

hide the deadly black tarantula

daylight come and me wan go home

lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

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daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

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me say day

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come mr tallyman tally me banana

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me say day

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[daisyofwaterdeep]

had a dream I went to a hozier concert and mr. hozier stopped singing and pointed to me in the crowd and asked me to go get him some extra crispy tofu and a blueberry shake for after the show and then the crowd passed his debit card to me and when I got it I could see his real legal name was Horace Bob-omb

[sapphosdickandballs]

5 sexiest things a woman could wear

Full suit of armor

Just an oversized teeshirt

blood of her enemies

leather jacket

Super cool sword on her back

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[hinamie]

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