#diary 8

[everytangbo]

"He smells like plum blossoms. Amazing. I shouldn't be surprised, he's wildlife. A human plum tree. It's always spring when he's around. I wonder if he goes bald in winter, too."

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean taking on the cw when he finds out Cas could have been balls deep in him instead of that rusty nail

[ijustwannahavefunn]

It’s so hard to pick which character is which description because almost all of them have three or four descriptions that fit 😭 YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHOOSE 🫵

I'm a sucker for fictional characters who love intensely and are willing to give everything for love — or just the 'baby girl' types 🥺❤️‍🔥

Don’t ask me why I didn’t include Jeff. I’ve already given that man a million drawings 🫠

[thefishywizard]

*sounds of screaming and breaking glass in the background* the kids are alright.

[dailykafka]

— January 8, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries

[hayleysklaus]

Now this is fascinating, I've never seen this before. The only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl.

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Murderbot is Agender, Aromantic, and Asexual and uses it/its pronouns!

[zuzu-romeave]

MY BOYS ARE BACK <333333 !!!!!!

[salvatorebennett]

the tvd writers were so visionless but simultaneously created something kind of amazing when they took bonnie and damon from enemies to best friends that are in love with each other but in denial about it and who match each other's freaks like no other. like, woah, I'll never get over them

[shisasan]

May 8, 1922 The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1914-1923 [May 8. Would you call it a conversation if the other person is silent and, to keep up the appearance of the conversation, you try to substitute for him, and so imitate him, and so parody him, and so parody yourself. END ID]

[everytangbo]

“I have met him at last—the Plum Blossom Saint of Mount Hua. He swept through me like the wild Báihǔ of Shaanxi, unrelenting and magnificent, each strike as precise as it was unrestrained. I thought myself prepared, but he was... something beyond. With his blade, plum blossoms appeared from the very air, filling the autumn around us with the freshness of spring. To witness his form in battle was like glimpsing a force of nature—unyielding. Breathtaking. The sun, in all its radiance, could envy the brilliance he brought to that moment.

He left me crumpled on the ground, defeated, yes, but with a strange peace. Losing has never felt so right. In truth, I had never felt more alive. I was nothing but bruises and dust, yet there was something that filled me, something more vivid than pain, something that surged past the ache. I rose from the ground and thanked him—not just for the fight, though it was the greatest of my life, but for something larger, something I could not yet name. Maybe, my whole life I’ve been training for this moment.

I must confess that I am unworthy to write here among the chaos of my thoughts, but he honored me with his name, Chung Myung. We went for a drink afterward, my treat. I believe he was caught off guard. A part of me wishes he could understand how much I hope to see him again, to stand beside him—whether as rival or friend. He will likely never know that, for me, he was not just the best match I’ve ever had, but the best of all things.”

[sourpatchkidaddict]

finding one of the best shows ive ever seen in my entire life on a whim completely on my own is still insane. only time ive ever clicked on something id never heard of on a pirating site. GOD was it worth it. maomao and her little pathetic boyfriend show up and serve cunt EVERY DAMN WEEK WITHOUT FAIL

[madgh0st]

greatest plan yet

[ilovedthestars]

On System Collapse, Sanctuary Moon, and saving one another.

I said the other day that System Collapse might be my new favorite Murderbot book. The first time I thought that was in the middle of chapter eight, the chapter where Murderbot and its humans make a documentary to show the colonists what the Corporation Rim is like. The whole book was good, but that was the chapter that felt like it was reaching out to me the most.

The thing that struck me about it is how Murderbot saves the colonists with media. It was saved by media—Sanctuary Moon helped it rewire its neural tissue, process its trauma, find a place for itself in the world. And coming up with the idea of using media to convince the colonists is what drags it out of the depressive state it’s been in for the entire book up to that point, and lets it start to feel hopeful again. It literally tells us in its narration that the emotional reactions it has when it comes up with this idea are similar to the ones it had watching Sanctuary Moon for the first time. The thought of creating its own media, of finding a way to tell the truth and be listened to, of being able to keep people from being trapped in the corporate world it knows all too well, is just as much of a lifeline for it as Sanctuary Moon was.

Murderbot has been been feeling like a failure as a SecUnit for the entire book, and it finds its way out of that not through regaining its normal SecUnit competence but through art. Something it was never meant to experience or understand, let alone create, but something that shaped who it is. It takes the thing that saved it and turns it around to save others—and saves itself again, in the process.

And the other thing that jumped out at me, thinking about chapter eight, is that so many of us have been saved by media, too. So many of us have been saved by Murderbot, in big and small ways. I’m certainly one of them. Murderbot and the community of readers who love it gave me the space to stop and consider some things that (not unlike Murderbot) I hadn’t really been willing to examine. And now I get to figure myself out in a community full of aspec people who understand. Murderbot has given that opportunity to a lot of people.

Martha Wells has talked in interviews about how parts of Murderbot were based on herself. She says, in her introduction to the Subterranean Press edition, that media “probably saved [her] life as a kid,” including the kind of media that isn’t “cool” to be saved by. We’ve seen that in Murderbot ever since the very first line of All Systems Red. What we saw in chapter eight of System Collapse goes a step further. It makes me want to hold a mirror up—I hope Wells was aware, when she was writing it, that what Murderbot does for the colonists is something she’s done for a lot of others.

The colonists that Murderbot saves with its documentary are not real people. That scene, of course, is fiction. But it’s the kind of fiction that’s true in all the ways that matter.

I really love Murderbot. Not in a weird way. 💜

[vivalich]

A little slow on getting the ball rolling, but here's progress on one of Dedz0ne's worlds + updated Acht sprite to match canon

[dailykafka]

— March 8, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries