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wibble-wobbegong · 2 years ago
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so mad i have to go and do things today. just got the itch to explain why i think mike’s demonstrated lack of ability to physically fight and Win is actually incredibly important ! i have two visions
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just-december-things · 2 years ago
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The like, five people who frequent this blog will know that throughout this book series, I have been struggling with this central theme of "Westeen Civilization"
This is because Western Civilization is an ill defined concept, with plenty of debate about who is in it, where it started, when it started, what connects it, and so on. Along with the fact that the book implies that Wedtern Civilization is the countries influenced by Ancient Greece, even though much of Greece's influnce spread eastward.
I think I've figured it out, for this book at least. It's about perception. It's about how Western countries view themselves
The gods survive in countries that consider themselves Western, because those countries view themselves as the heirs to Ancient Greece and Rome.
Take the Renaissance, for example. The entire idea was around a Re-birth of ancient Greek and Roman ideas and art. Yes, the Islamic world was influnced hugely by Greece and Rome as well, but they weren't claiming to be the new ancient Greece. Italy was, though, and Italy became the center of art and trade in Europe. Or, to put it more bluntly, the center of civilization in the West. This is where the idea of "Western Civilization" really emerges, and where it gets tied to the idea of inheriting ancient Greece and Rome.
Then later, we have the Holy Roman Empire, once again claiming to be the "new Rome". And of course Constantinople is claiming the same. But, this is where that earlier tie to the idea of Western Civilization comes in. Constantinople believes itself to be the heir of Rome, of course, but not to be Western. Those two ideas have already been tied.
Jumping forward to the Victorian Era, this repeats. Plenty of countries as drawing cultural inspiration from classical ideas, plenty of countries are naming their rulers some variation of "Ceasar". But it is England that believes itself both to be and heir to Rome, and the center of the West.
What of America, then? While the US doesn't as directly consider itself an heir to Rome or Greece, the idea is still present. The Capitol Building is designed after Greek temples for a reason. And at this point, the ideas of inheriting Rome and Greece, and being the center of the West are thoroughly tied, even if they have no real reason to be, even if neither is clearly defined. They are believed, and the Gods follow belief.
That's my analysis, at least.
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nikidykeachu · 2 months ago
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I finished 9ne of my homework now I just meed 2 more left💪💪💪
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skelekins · 1 year ago
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maybe ill start doing Tu(n)esday
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Warning: ....you'll figure it out v fast
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hadalzonee · 2 years ago
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don't forget to be yourself!
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nyssasorbit · 2 years ago
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achromatophoric · 30 days ago
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Wenclairtober 2024, Day 15 - Injury
[Warning: Angst ahead. Comfort not found.]
Wednesday has an old injury. Though just one of many received during her time at Nevermore, this particular wound lingers the most. Sometimes she can nearly forget it. At other times, particularly on rainy days, the wound inflames and she can think of little else.
Today is one such rainy day.
Enid: And then Yoko kept eating it! She freaking ate half of it!
Wednesday: Half of a slice?
Enid: Half the entire gosh darned pizza!
Wednesday leans back in her writing chair as she watches Enid’s lively explanation on her phone. The device is propped upon a sculpture of Nero made for this very purpose. It arrived at the mansion half a decade ago, just one of the countless holiday gifts from Enid.
Wednesday: *incredulous* And she somehow didn’t perish?
Enid: She nearly did. We had to take her to the ER. She was laid up for like an entire week.
Wednesday: For a vampire, she is suicidally obsessed with the flavor of garlic.
Enid: Totes that. I mean— the pizza was called ‘Pan Helsing!’ It even had that garlic cheddar cheese you like.
Wednesday: Mm. Face Rock Creamery’s Vampire Slayer.
Enid: That’s the one!
A dull ache thrums as Wednesday can’t help but remember when she first tasted that particular cheese. One night like so many others, between two teenagers who sat too close, holding back too many words and too many feelings.
“You love it, don’t you?”
“I’ve had worse.”
“Uh huh. That’s what you’re having another piece.”
“This picnic would be much more enjoyable if you’d cease talking.”
“Why don’t you make me?”
“… I’m saving some for Yoko.”
“Willa! Don’t you dare!”
Enid: —esday. Earth to Wednesday. Did you hear me?
Wednesday: *shakes off memory* Ah— my apologies, Enid, I did not.
On screen, Enid stares for a lingering moment, then wets her lips with a nervous lick.
Enid: So I was just saying that I have a ton of vacation time that I literally have to use like now. And everyone is going to be totes busy with their own thing, so…
Wednesday’s ache stirs. It lurches, licking over ribs and up her throat.
Enid: *hopeful* Do you think I can maybe— you know…
The ache is cold and hot at the same time, and so very here. In her bones. In her blood.
Enid: Just a short trip! Heck, even for only one day. I have to— I mean I just… I really want to see you.
Wednesday reins it in. Strangles her own tongue. Attempts to conceal the forming cracks with a coat of caustic humor.
Wednesday: And just what part of FaceTime precludes that from occurring? Have you perhaps finally gone blind from overexposure to neons?
Enid: *laughs* Oh shut up. You know what I mean.
At the warmth of Enid’s laughter, Wednesday’s control slips and the faintest of hint of a dimple escapes to one cheek. Enid notices. Enid stares.
Enid: *softly* You’re still beautiful.
The ache blossoms into something sharp and lethal.
Wednesday: Enid, please—
Enid: Can’t I just visit? It’s been years and—
Wednesday: Now is not an ideal—
Enid: It’s never an ideal time!
A moment of silence. Pain throbs in time with a racing heart. Whose? Wednesday is unable to tell.
Wednesday: *sighs* I apologize, Enid, but I must to go. I promised Pubert that I would—
Enid: I still love you.
The whisper is a dull guillotine blade disguised. A noose too long. Dry electrodes. Poorly-measured injections. Firing squad with poor aim.
Wednesday: I have to—
Enid: I still think of you. Want you. Need you.
Wednesday: Enid.
Enid: Willa.
Familiar pain. Fresh and raw. Torn, ripped, cracked. Nerves firing endlessly. Torture.
Enid: *deep breath*
Enid: I’m still in lo—
Wednesday: You’re still married.
Silence again.
Enid: …
Enid: I should— I’ll let you go.
For now.
Enid: Could you please give Pubert a hug for me?
I’m sorry. Unspoken, yet entirely legible. Writ across her face in solemn calligraphy.
Wednesday: Of course. Have a dreadful day, Enid.
Enid: You too, Wi— Wednesday. Take care.
The call ends, yet Enid’s face lingers, as does the pain. Phantom reminders for Wednesday’s phantom heart.
Wednesday: *whispers* I still feel the pain same, mi lobita. Mi sol. Mi corazón.
Wednesday stares out the window, eyes unfocused upon heavy clouds shedding their wet burdens. Droplets on the glass. In a reflection. Perhaps even upon a face. Because today is a rainy day. And Enid?
She always calls on a rainy day.
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freyarys · 2 months ago
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Esdai, the Nightborne Astrologer 🌟💫✨
☕️ reward for @draikaina
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specialagentartemis · 4 months ago
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Your Fault
A double-drabble for The Pasithea Powder. Back to episode 1. This, Too(esday), Is Yuri. For @podcastgirlsweek
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How could Jane do that?
Sophie's heart pounds so heavily in her throat she has to get up, walk around, jumping jacks, anything. Anything to move, avoid sitting and thinking. She hates sitting and thinking. She hates Anders for giving her Jane’s number again. (No, that’s not true.) She hates herself for forgetting it. She hates herself for asking for it. (That’s true.) She hates Jane. (That’s true, too. Maybe. Definitely. Definitely.) She hates herself for calling. She doesn’t hate herself for yelling.
None of this should have happened. It’s not Jane’s fault, except for all the ways it is.
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How could Sophie do that?
Jane’s heart pounds so heavily in her throat she feels like she’s going to vomit. Her whole body flutters, shaking. She wants to call back and tell Sophie how it’s all her fault, that how dare she say shit when she’s the one who—but she doesn’t know. That was the whole point. She doesn’t know. And she doesn’t know she doesn’t know, so she has the gall to blame Jane for anything when Jane is the one suffering Sophie Green’s decisions—
But. It’s not Sophie’s fault. Except for all the ways that it is.
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stellisketches · 2 years ago
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I’m making a calendar system for Diaries and let me tell you it’s a lot funnier than it should be. At least to me personally because I have the humor of a 5 year old.
Anyways, it’s a six day week that goes in the following order: Menday, Kulday, Esday, Kiday, Shadurday, and Irday
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beperoncin · 2 months ago
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school starts today so little drawing of rrw for tUn!esday
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crescent-cubed · 8 months ago
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Et tu(esday), Brute?
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transgothicgenre · 10 months ago
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sparkle off wed esday
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wheucto · 1 year ago
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it's tu esday
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daisiesandgiggles · 7 months ago
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@countrystylejim I am a big fan of Shinedown and I love the song you chose for todsys Tuesday TUNESday. Thanks for stopping by.
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#Tuesday Tu esday # Daisiesandgiggles
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panphilosopher · 1 year ago
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Marcy has Marcy-Monday, Sasha has Sasha-Saturday, I rise you a day for Anne:
Anne-Wednesday, or how I call it, Anne-dn-esday.
It sound rhythmical and it's in the middle of the week.
Happy Anne-Dn-esday everybody!
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