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not-poignant · 4 months ago
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Hi hi :D Hope you are having a good day!
I was rereading UtB and I got to chap 24 and there was this part:
"‘Jesus,’ Dr Gary said."
And at first I was like 'huuuhuuhu I wonder if Jesus is an omega, beta, or alspha in the Underline-verse'
But then I was like 'gaaaasp, what if he was a peak alpha!' And I started thinking about the influence of peak alphas on things like religion, as religious figures. I know they're very rare, but I also remember Augus saying that it should be illegal for Ash to be a lawyer as a peak alpha. So then I started thinking about how would peak alphas would impact religion. Or cults! Or royalty! Or politics! Or just the course of history in general! Maybe they would stay the fuck away from it, or maybe they would crave having that control? I spent a very enjoyable hour daydreaming about it, which felt a bit like splashing around in the paddling pool of someone elses worldbuilding, which was maybe a bit rude lol, sorry if it was. And maybe Gary saying 'jesus' was just a throwaway expletive, and you didn't even mean much by it, but I was wondering about your thoughts! <<33
Hi anon!
This is something I've thought of. It's hilarious to me to low-key imagine Jesus in this world as an omega, though I haven't invested too much thought into it because I don't really care much for religion in general.
But generally speaking I liked the conflict of omegas being treated as second-class citizens and how that gets justified against Jesus being an omega etc. And then I was like 'I don't care about this enough to keep thinking about it, it's just amusing to me.' And that's about where I'm at. Enough to be sacrilegious and not enough to have fleshed it out further because I'm very idc about that stuff.
So then I started thinking about how would peak alphas would impact religion. Or cults! Or royalty! Or politics! Or just the course of history in general! Maybe they would stay the fuck away from it, or maybe they would crave having that control?
Oh no they totally crave that control. A tiny percentage of the world's population is peak alphas but they're overwhelmingly likely to be found in positions of power.
Tbh this is... intentional. I was trying to think of how to account for the absolute fucking monsters that end up as all-powerful billionaires in the world. Utter twats like Elon Musk, who you just know are too pathological to have hold of that much money, and yet no one on the planet is holding him (or the Zuck etc.) accountable.
And to me it gave me some comfort in my omegaverse, to imagine these asshats as being peak alphas. People who attain their power not because the governments have no regulations to stop them (which they should), but because they just have too much ardolphogen influence / power for anyone to stop them from getting this powerful.
And just like it's a huge issue in our world, it's a huge issue in this world too. The millionaires but especially the billionaires in this world are likely to be peak alphas. Generally speaking it's frowned upon for them to become Presidents and Prime Ministers, but they are found in other levels of court and parliament, as royalty, etc. They're less likely to make cults and more likely to go into business where they can control a lot of people at once.
It is a huge, huge issue. And it was planned for as part of the dystopia in advance.
Peak alphas crave controlling communities, not individuals. With the exception of Augus, the peak alphas we meet all have significant control over large amounts of people, whether it's Crielle and Fenwy Laboratories, or Temsen and Gary and Hillview, etc.
They don't need intimate relationships or love, because they form a bond to a much larger group. Historically that would have worked for small micro-communities - one person drawn to controlling and looking after the community while alphas were drawn to omegas. But in a globalised society and runaway exploitation re: billionaires, it's just become completely dystopian and it's partly how you end up with a world that favours alphas so much in the first place.
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allthecanadianpolitics · 4 months ago
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sorry if youve gotten this question before, or this just isnt what you focus on but considering all the things happening in the us right now would it be advisable for me (a trans guy) to move to canada? like how are you guys holding up in terms of policy around trans and gay people? and what city/providence would you most recommend, if any?
Things are mostly ok within the larger cities (Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal, etc) but some rural communities in bible belts have not been safe spaces for LGBTQ people.
One major concern is that the leader of the Conservative Party of Canada is a transphobe, and based on the polls consistent over the past year or so, he has a very real chance of becoming Prime Minister.
There has been a large rise in homophobic and trans phobic hate crimes in recent years. Its definitely not as bad as the USA, but things are not necessarily trending down either.
As far as which regions in general are safest:
Canada's most left party (NDP) is in control of two provinces, British Columbia and Manitoba. The party is very LGBTQ friendly. Additionally the Liberals are in power in Newfoundland & Labrador and Yukon and are also generally pretty supportive. All other provinces in Canada right now have Conservative governments. The territories of Northwest Territories and Nunavut don't have party affiliations.
There have been some Premiers who have taken transphobic stances and policies in New Brunswick, Saskatchewan and Alberta (all are run by Conservative governments).
Moving to Canada is also very expensive, very time consuming and is far from guaranteed unless you have jobs lined up for you, are wealthy, etc. I'm not saying to give up on the idea, just make sure you do the research and know what you're getting into.
Canada has a higher cost of living with especially high rent prices, particularly in Vancouver/Toronto and the neighbouring areas of BC and Ontario. So make sure to keep that in mind.
Hope this helps. I'm Trans too (Trans Femme) and happy to answer any other questions you have.
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foreficfandom · 10 months ago
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Alastor - Historical Trivia And Headcanons
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Alastor was a mixed-race Creole man living in New Orleans, and was in his 30's/40's when he died in 1933. We don't know much else about him, but historical context can provide us with possible additional details:
The population of New Orleans in 1930 was 458,762, more than it is now. 27.2% of the people were black, 3.1% were foreign-born, and roughly half of America's bipoc population was unemployed thanks to the Great Depression. New Orleans' original Francophonication was still strong, and it was common to run into locals who only spoke French dialects (Cajun French, Louisiana Creole). The city has had a huge Chinatown, a small Little Italy, and multiple other districts known for their immigrant African/colonized French cultures.
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The Jim Crow laws were heavily enforced, as was the 'One Drop' rule. If Alastor was a mixed race black man, he would not have been able to attend a white school, use the same public transport, and would have shopped at black-local stores and restaurants under threat of violence. If he was mixed with any other race, some Jim Crow laws didn't apply, but state or city laws might specify differently.
Just because Alastor wears a suit, it doesn't mean he was rich in life. Radio personalities often didn't earn a fortune. Unless he owned his own broadcast, he was paid by a private company for long shifts of hosting music, news, and radio plays. In 1930, 40% of households owned at least one radio, which means that a popular radio host would have been easily recognized.
If he was in his late 30's in 1933, he might have fought in WW1, so long as he was over the age of 21. Some cities gave veterans small benefits, or encouraged the community to give them jobs. This often did not include veterans of color.
New Orleans was famous for being one of the least Christian cities in America, thanks to its unique immigrant and slave population. Haitian-based faiths and practices (such as voudo), indigenous cultures, Asian Buddhism, and atheism were common. But Christianity was still the official, law-enforced religion. Schooling involved reading the Bible, laws were sworn to Jesus, etc.
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Alastor's outfit in Hazbin Hotel isn't very accurate to real-life American men's fashions of the time. Back then, deviating from the norm with the smallest detail would have stuck out like a sore thumb - like his white-lined lapels. Men always wore a hat. They were allowed to go without a waistcoat, but not a jacket. Belts were becoming more popular than suspenders. The silhouette was bulkier than the slimmer, Italian cuts of our modern times, especially the pants. Hair was kept short, and oiled down in a side part. Americans preferred the clean shaven look. Ties were essential unless you were a blue-collar laborer. Colors were almost universally muted neutral tones for everyday wear. The most colorful textiles for men were sporting outfits, like a tennis jacket.
If Alastor was a middle-class single man, he likely would have lived in an inner-city apartment, in an ethnic neighborhood. He probably didn't own a car, and took public transit like the streetcars. If he owned a house, it would likely have been an inheritance, and even the more opulent houses of the time would have looked small and plain to our eyes.
Because of the Great Depression, unmarried men were becoming the norm, rather than the exception. Men of the community who were sought after but remained single were suspect to gossip, but less ire than you might think; in the '30s, American queer culture was going through a very sharp revival, escaping the rigid Victorian era and before the puritan 40's/50's. But as a mixed-race man, it may have been illegal for a white woman to marry him, as the Jim Crow laws forbade the marriage of white people and Black/Asian people.
A middle class city household would have had electricity, gas heating, indoor plumbing, but may not have had running taps or a gas stove. Even with decent means, Alastor might have been using a potbelly woodburning stove, a dry sink/washbasin, wooden bathtub, and did his own laundry instead of sending it to the neighborhood laundresses. He may or may not have bothered with an icebox. Fresh groceries needed to be cooked and eaten soon, as things like pasteurized milk or store refrigeration wasn't a thing.
If he had enough money, then he almost certainly hired maids or other servants. Whether the maid came over just once a week, or did the shopping and laundry every other day, hired help was much more common back then, especially if he had no wife.
The most popular musicians in 1933 were Bing Crosby, George Olsen, and Leo Reisman. As you might have noticed, it was trendy for the lead singer to be backed by an orchestra, not a 'band' of just four other people like today. The most popular radio shows were Dick Tracy, Sherlock Holmes, and Doc Savage. They were recordings the radio station would buy and then broadcast, or sometimes the actors were live on the air. The radio host was usually not the journalist - the production team was responsible for writing his script.
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loki-erlking · 15 days ago
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I understand where you're coming from with that post and obviously battleground states matter the most of all. But the truth is that any state could flip depending on how many people choose to vote. There have been historic red or blue states that flip and can change the outcome of an election. And truth be told, I'm in a deep red state where a lot of Republicans have told me they didn't vote because it was going to be red anyway so there was no point standing out in the cold when it wouldn't matter. Imagine how many of those people are on either party, and what could happen if enough of them sat out and enough of the opposing side stepped up then any state could flip. It's not likely but it's not impossible. And with the extremely low democratic voter turn out in comparison to 2020, it was absolutely up to people to vote blue to swing the election and because they didn't. We once again have Donald Trump as president. Especially people who did not show up to vote (because they chose not to obviously, not because they were unable to for legitimate reasons) it's absolutely their fault we're in this situation because the Republicans were going to vote for the fascist, and people didn't do what they could to stop that fascist from winning
Aye, I see your point, I do. And on a certain level I agree with it. But I also know what I physically see in my home state of MN.
When I say that it was completely red outside of the 2 main metro areas, that is not a joke. I've lived in the metro for the past 5 years now, and the people here are much more diverse and socially aware of the problems that plague this country. But I also grew up in the sticks up north before that. For the 2016 and 2020 elections all I saw where Trump signs. All I heard customers talking about while I served them food was how much they love Trump and he is gonna save America. And most of these people where older folks, farmers, etc... and it still didn't matter. MN was always gonna be blue. As it has been for the past 52 years. So in my home state, knowing people, even relatives who voted for Trump, 3rd party, or not at all. I don't feel angry with them, because even though Trump won, they personally didn't make it happen. Our 10 electoral votes went to Kamala.
For the states that went red though like Texas, and down in the Bible belt. (A place that I honestly can't view without biased due to northern pride) I'm sure that tons of educated and caring people went out and voted Blue. But in those places, racism, bigotry, misogyny, homophobia and transphobia run rampant. I personally never expected them to be anything other than red.
No it's the swing states that are to blame in my opinion. They could have changed things and they didn't.
So in conclusion (for me) I feel no anger towards the red voters in my state as their votes didn't matter. And I feel sorrow and pitty for the blue voters in the Red states for the same reason, and I pray to the old gods that yall most at risk are able to take measures to protect yourselves and your loved ones.
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niuniente · 4 months ago
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I was unsure of how to word things and ended up saying nothing. I realize I was too vague. I'll try to explain better. Here on my country we have a number of beliefs and religions that has mediumship as part of practice. Most of these religions are of african origin. Mind, that most of what I know is second hand knowledge and/or because of how it is somewhat integrated in our culture in certain ways. They have the Orixas that are divine beings and entities that are mundane spirits (we as people would come back as such spirits to help guide and protect the living), during practice the person lends their body to those spirits so they interact and pass guidance to those around and it's usually those spirits that do readings, healing, purification and even spiritual interference on the outcome of things you want. Those religions recognize the vastness of the world and other beliefs and other gods and spirits, The Orixas and entities, when you work to develop your relationship with them are also there to protect you from outside influences especially ill intended ones, but it's not unheard of them being possessive and keeping away other spiritual beings even when might have good intentions. Not everyone can incorporate, but as someone that's is part of those religions you do have them with you and usually messages from them come either from deep instinctive feelings or someone who does incorporate them will pass those message on to you. The older the spirit and the more people they helped the stronger they are. These spirits have, (i'm missing the exact word here) like archetypes(?) that often talk about who they were in life and the type of power and influences they have. (imagine something like a zodiac where each person have their astrology chart, each person has a spirit that has stronger influence on you and usually head the others influences over you, and the others that may affect or protect you in different ways in life.) It's also not unheard of if you established contact and a relationship with them and you come neglect this that they will complain and interfere more negatively in your life. What i meant about interaction between religions and beliefs was if you even felt some sort of interference in your readings that perhaps may have come from the fact that the person might be of a different religion or belief practice. About my colleague she was from one of those religions, she herself wasn't a medium but was somewhat sensitive herself. More than one person we met together that was also sensitive and or practiced the same religion said to have noticed this little girl spirit following her around. The way she talked about it was like, she was aware of the girl, she never did or tried anything bad to her, the girl was not a part of her "zodiac" but grew attached to her, and when other mediums tried to either give her a reading or try to interact with her more spiritually this little girl would run interference. perhaps it's not exactly blocking but everyone that had tried to do something similar wasn't able to get something clear. Oh, man, that's a lot of text. I've been to some houses after cleansing and guidance before, since many are open to outside visitors, but I'm not a practitioner. But I also have close friends that do, or grew up in families that do. My relationship with religion is rather broad but I confess that I'm much more comfortable there than in a church usually. I hope i was able to make sense of it this time 😂
Okay so it was a different religious environment as I was originally thinking. When it comes to religions itself, I live in a country that is considered atheistic or agnostic. Yes, we have churches, the main religion here is Lutheran (Evangelic-Christian and Evangelic-Lutheran also apply), we have our own Bible Belt of Pentecostals on the west coast but otherwise religion has no place here. If you belief in God or any sorts of religious beliefs you're considered having a few screws lose from your head because no sane person believes in anything else but science and hard facts. This, by the way, includes believing in the original Finnish faith system with its pantheon. I, as a spiritual person, am also considered delusional by the main view. Churches generally struggle with finding audience as it's nothing unusual that there are 1-5 people in a sermon each week.
So, there's no discord the way you described here and no belief system of any spirits here. I was once asked if Finland has any places where people are told not to go because it's cursed or known otherwise to have bad energy or bad entities. The answer is no. This nation does not believe in those things. The main consensus here is that spirits, curses, mediums, spirit world etc. do not exist.
When it comes to me as a reader and my client's belief systems, it doesn't matter. The source which gives the answers to me knows this client and is able to deliver a message to them. Sometimes a certain deity might appear in the reading but this has typically meant that the client in question has already felt their presence and the deity comes to give them a message of "Yes, you felt right, it's me".
What can cause discord is that if the client has a very strict belief system they might not be able to accept my message or hear it without a bias (and we all have our own biases) but that is not my problem and will not affect the reading.
Maybe the best example would be this; a client with a belief system that French food is the best out there and the cooking has to be done in a certain way comes to me and ask for a dinner from my menu. Does it affect my ability to cook? No. Might the person with a certain taste have problems with the final dish they get from me? Possibly.
In short, there is never any outside source influence which would hinder me from doing a reading, as I'm only a messenger. I don't control the spirits or fall into a trance inviting them into my body. I only ask a question from the source of love and light and deliver the answer to the client. I don't ask from any messages from any certain being, unless client wishes so or I want to consult myself a certain entity like a spirit guide, my belated grandmother, an ascended master, a deity or a saint.
I think that in your ex-colleague's case her belief system and those around her gave this girl spirit a permission to intervene. Subconsciously they believed that it is the case and that can happen, so the spirit got thus a permission that it can do so. Then there's a possibility that your ex-colleague was not allowed to have the answers she was looking for - or was not that interested in hearing them the first place - so the girl spirit acted as a spirit guide, stopping people.
Of course, I don't know how the spirits are expected to behave in that said belief system to their fullest but our expectations and experiences mold our interactions a lot. I expect to get answers without giving a spirit a permission to take over me for a channeled message, so it happens. Someone living in a culture where the best way to get a message is to go to a medium who gets into a trance and delivers the message expects this to happen, and so it is then.
Valuing one's own spiritual practices and views is very important, as long as it is remembered that your views and ways are yours only. Other people might and will have different ways.
TL:DR; My client's belief system will not affect my readings or my work. In my case it can only affect the client in a way that they can't accept the given message or parts of it, and in those cases I always encourage them to indeed ditch the message.
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snufflepup · 28 days ago
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Sorry it took me like forever to send in another ask. I walked my ex home to her house and missed my bus so my mom had to pick me up and she beat my ass and my shoes got so worn that i had holes in them lol. Totally worth it though, cause I got time with her. Honestly I'm torn between still being with her or loving all on you, cause I mean I love her so so much despite how badly she fucked me up. Im pathetic ik, but I also have come to love you just as much :(. Also one word to sum up the southeast, HOT (kinda like you~) and the bugs are crazy. People are pretty shit, I think I live in what's called the 'Bible belt' so that's pretty fucked considering I'm trans and not straight and everyone's a dick. Though there are some good people. While walking my ex to her house, we stopped by a convenience store and tried to buy some monsters with my cashapp but it wouldn't work for whatever reason, and this nice lady at the register bought them for us^^ she was nice and pretty, I couldn't thank her enough. Though most people, especially that I go to school with, would rather beat me up than talk to me about even partner work lol. Cis boys are....not the most accepting of people like me, I've come to find haha. All the girls in my classes are two faced as shit too. I'm glad I'm able to fluster you like that, though I wish I was more...'flirtatiously adept' like milena. I'm not good with people lol. I can talk and carry a conversation, but not very good with it in terms of flow and word choice. I'm in ap lit though, so I mean it's not like I'm not a master with words or something (I actually pride myself in my ability to write despite not thinking really) its just the delivery. Like when you talk to someone you like and just go stupid lol. Idk I'm probably just rambling out of exhaustion, today was a lot for me. But I'm glad I get to come home and talk to my favorite puppy ever!^^ how's your day been? -idk if I asked that earlier or not, I'm tired lol. Ik it's around 2 am for you at the moment, are you eepy? Lol
-ike<3
It's okay ! I know that I am . Less than punctual . at times, it would be rather strange for me to get upset over it when others do the same thing, I think. That sounds pretty eventful ! I've walked so much I did the same things to my shoes, as well !! Nobody belived me, until they actually saw the holes though. I think it's okay to feel like that, but in the end you should do what is best for you in the long run but ! I know it is not always as easy as that ! I was still holding onto hope with one of my ex's for a while after . everything went down so I think I can understand that ! (。>\\<) aaa !! I think I would simply melt if it was that hot here /dram I think I saw a video once of someone talking about it was so cold they needed a scarf for the tempreture of our hot summers a couple years ago . I was shocked . We have a lot of different types of bugs that are all year round, but I don't think they are as big as some of the ones I've heard about over there which I am thankful for, bugs can really mess with me a lot sometimes ! Bugs where a pretty big fear of mine for a while, other than like . regukar ones, like spiders, flies, lady bugs and stuff, but I think I'm a lot better with all different kinds now !! Though, my Aunt was talking about something that happened with one of he bins and maggots and I got so . fhdghsj /neg about it, Lets just say I declined seeing any pictures for a start . I think there is a good mix around where I am, I don't think there is as much hate for differences here as there is in other places but there are definitely a lot of . use of slurs, or hateful language at times, if that makes sense but I feel like I also see a lot of queer people too, when I go places at least ! Earlier I went to a anime convention this year and there was a lot of people with pride flags, selling queer things and stuff so ! But I don't . really think I could come out propperly right now either, not as transmasc at least, but thats more of my family than where I live I guess . That was really nice of her !!! I'm happy she helped you out ! Do you have a favourite flavour of monster ? I don't get it all the time, but I usually get the white or the pink one when I do !! I tried a purple-ish one once that I really enjoyed, but I haven't been able to find it since because I don't really remember looks like (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ) I think so too . They can be really . difficult . a lot of them, from my classes when I was at school, were really not very nice. When Inwas there, I only really talked to people and my friends that I already knew. . . I didn't really get close with others, but we basically atopped talking when I left school a lot earlier than we were supposed too. I think I can be pretty bad at like . all of that stuff . I can be good at just, like, saying things sometimes, though I'm sure it's mostly nothing of value . and even then, sometimes I can be bad at that too !! I try my best though but I'm not a master at all, either ! I think ramballing is nice, so you don't need to worry ^–^ I hope today is not as overwhelming, but still as good ! or, even better !!! Has it been ? (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) ! I think my day was okay yesterday, it had it's ups amd downs ! Today was good though ! I was, I think I was already asleep at that time even though I tried my best not too . How has your day been ?
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legendofmorons · 2 years ago
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Where in the south I think the boys would be from.
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Hello as someone who had to leave the south becuase of life I miss things. Not all things, but some.
Also, I swear if my state dosen’t start to embrace sweet tea and porches, I'm gonna riot. /j
Four
Louisiana
I can't tell you why exactly he's from here but I feel like he is
He lives on the water with his uncle
Best blacksmith in town and makes a lotta horseshoes
Hyrule
Alabama
He's real sweet and grew up away from people raised by his big sister and mom
Hates when people imply he's inbred
Practices folk healing and is better than most doctors
Legend
Texas
He just is man I dunno
His Pegasus boots are his main shoe
Has a cowboy hat but only wears it when he's dragged line dancing
He's got his grandparents' ranch house
Sky
Kentucky
Dunno why specifically I just feel like he is
Has a porch swing and likes to sir in it with Zelda
Plays a lot of solitaire on his porch
Time
East Tennessee right outside the Appalachian mountains
He grew up in the mountains and has seen some real shit
A real follower of the 'no you didn't ' rule
His porch his painted, haint blue
Enters Epona into gorse competitions and she always wins
Twilight
Texas
He's a farm boy from texas
Wears jeans well into the 90s (Fahrenheit)
Keeps sweet tea in his fridge year round
Has a bottle tree
Warriors
Bible belt
More specifically, South Carolina
He knows how to go line dance and square dance, embraces it
He's a southern gentleman and probably escorted a debutante (especially his Zelda)
Wild
Florida.
He's the Florida man
Best headline? 'Florida man annihilates possessed hog with the power of friendship and feral queerness.'
OR he's from somewhere in the Appalachian woods and just does whatever he wants
Wind
Florida
He loves sweet tea but lives fir the ocean
He's from the not really southern area of florida
But it's okay I adopt him as southern
Fierce
The Appalachian mountains, he's the criptid
Crawls outta a hidden cabin and passes out knives to stray kids for protection
First
Georgia
Loves peach cobbler and will fight you if you say your family has a better recipie than his
A proper gentleman who can waltz
Likes to take his dates to a creek to watch fireflies
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b3ast0fburd3n · 4 months ago
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yapping about Eden
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Currently thinking Eden needs to carry around an axe/hatchet !
The other two fit her too, one good sized knife and another smaller one that she made herself
Also thinking about how little ingenuity we see from the pirates in fc3. Most of the stuff they're wearing and using is premade. Not a crazy idea- some of these people came here through unfortunate circumstances and didn't grow up in the environment, but there's a lot of natives that switched sides for their own reasons. You can kinda see this in how many of them carry large knives (and some of their tattoos but that's irrelevant rn), but no one really makes stuff. Even their structures are either reused or half built.
And like. Eden makes stuff. She likes making stuff!
She doesn't go so far as to make her own clothes (until New Dawn) but she knows how to tan animal skins and use the leather to make holsters and belts and such. She built her own treehouse when she was a kid* and built her own house on the island. It would just be so dog motif if she makes things for the people she likes and just leaves them where she knows they'll find them. And for the bigger things like structures, she just starts building them. She'll pause if she's instructed to do something else, of course, because she considers it a personal project, but when she's done its right back to work. Its weird, I can't see her making things to trade. It makes so much sense, this seems like it would be a special skill on the island, she could have so much! but. The thought never occurs to her. Something, something, hopeless optimist.
andandand its so cute to think about her 'pouting' (going off to be alone when she's upset because she was taught that her emotions are only her problem) and just aggressively chopping up wood. also vvv sweet idea that someone who cares about her would recognize this pattern and try to find her,,,she'd be so mad at first but I promise she appreciates someone caring that much she just doesn't recognize affection as anything other than a manipulation tactic.
*More on that, I think the cult was really big on 'doing your part', so most if not all the members assisted in building structures. Joseph was probably there too. watching. He's so manipulative, it only makes sense to me that he'd make others do all the work. Like Manson. He'll quote bible verses while they exhaust themselves and call it helping. Anyway, of course his daughter is made to help when she's old enough, but she refuses to knit or wash the laundry and she's not allowed in the kitchen to help cook since she got her 'greed' scar. So she ends up helping the builders and the hunters (coincidently, the same places where her favorite uncle ((Jacob)) spends his time. Maybe its because he's the only person in her life treating her like a person. Who knows.)
ALSO. CULT DAYS. In my verse Joseph and Co. moved to Montana much sooner and established The Project in Hope County over a longer period time. When Eden was young, the cult would take somewhat frequent trips into town for certain groceries they couldn't grow or make. She probably knew some of the locals when they were kids/teenagers. Tensions between the residents and the cult probably would've gotten worse the older she got, to the point where she wasn't allowed to leave the compound anymore (like others her age, only armed guards were allowed to leave). No way in hell she would follow that rule. Especially if she had sorta kinda friends out there. Originally I thought she'd be too attatched to her fathers ideas to befriend outsiders but the more I think about it the more I see her never really following him in the first place. She follows Jacobs logic of "it's going to happen eventually because the world sucks, might as well be prepared for it" when it comes to learning how to live off the land and bunkers and stuff.
Hey while we're talking about Jacob did I ever tell you that he pretty much raised her? Taught her everything she knows? Insisted she learn how to read and do basic math and take care of herself? Instilled the belief in her that she's worthless unless she's of use because its something he believes himself? Dogs make dogs, it's an endless cycle.
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galerymod · 9 months ago
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It's interesting how all the conservatives and the right-wingers are working on the term woke, a real culture of excitement is being spun around the term.
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What kind of bullshit has anyone of the woke people prevented the conservatives and right-wingers from their twisted world view or disturbed them in their daily propaganda?
Does woke interfere with anyone's shopping or daily life?
You get upset about it but climate change being a real threat to future generations is not an issue to get upset about!
Yes, there are criticisms of woke but these are minor compared to the real challenges facing societies.
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And what is that supposed to be?
Awake, Not Woke
A Christian Response to the Cult of Progressive Ideology
Mindfulness, woke and kindness is not an ideology but a realisation from the deep love for people and their form in societies to contribute together to the happiness of all.
And should be the basis of business ethics.
And this is the crux of the matter: in the context of globalisation, woke would be a nightmare for many global corporations and also for their shareholders. They have to eliminate injustice in the form of exploitation and environmental destruction at all levels, which would be good for the world, but not in the sense of the highly praised profit maximisation.
This is the real background to the uproar that is being staged against wokeness.
The Christian religion has proven throughout its history that it is anti-woke. Witch burnings, slavery, persecution of those who think differently, absolute obedience to dictatorships (see the Russian Orthodox Church), hatred of everything foreign - the entire Bible Belt in the USA can tell you a thing or two about it. All conquest in the name of the church, religious wars and so on and so forth.
So stop eating chalk, you haven't even begun to understand the principle of humanity that Jesus preached.
It's actually religious abuse and unfortunately that counts for everyone who sees humanity as a weakness. It is not the strongest who survive but the most co-operative.
Wokeness
What does "woke" mean? - Meaning and origin
"Woke" - being aware of discrimination
"Woke", also known as "wokeness", comes from the English and means "awake" or "alert". Today, the term is used colloquially to describe attentiveness (vigilance) or sensitivity towards people from minorities and moments of discrimination. The wokeness movement focuses primarily on issues such as racism, sexism and similar forms of discrimination. However, the term is also often used to describe supposedly general structural and political grievances.
Origin of the term "woke"
The term originated in the mid-20th century in the African-American movement as an expression of awareness of social or racial oppression. One of the earliest uses can be found in a 1962 article by author William Melvin Kelley, which lists African-American slang expressions and is about white beatniks appropriating black slang. The term was taken up again more strongly with the start of the Black Lives Matter movement in 2013, which brought it back into the public consciousness.
Since June 2017, the word can be found in the Oxford English Dictionary . The OED has since described the term "woke" as follows:
Originally: well informed, up to date. - Now mainly: vigilant against racial or social discrimination and injustice; frequent use: "to remain vigilant"
Criticism of the woke movement
Despite the need for "wokeness" in society, the term "woke" does not only have positive connotations. Especially in conservative circles, it is also used in a derogatory way, criticising the woke movement itself. The main criticism is usually that "woke" people are too sensitive. At the same time, however, this also automatically raises the question of whether those expressing criticism are not themselves too insensitive or too insensitive, which sometimes leads to the formation of camps. The main criticism is that
1. being woke is only based on criticism
A frequent criticism of the woke movement is that being woke is often only based on criticising others for not being woke enough. This was also the case for Barack Obama when he said in an interview with the New York Times in 2019 that the activism of young people today is based on pillorying other people. This creates a black-and-white view that lacks room for dialogue and education. This is a problem because all people have more or less faults. Excessive polarisation is a pattern that is particularly evident in social media.
2. premature development of a cancel culture
Another consequence of a culture of discussion that would only consist of criticism would be a hasty development into a cancel culture, in which certain people or groups would be completely shunned in order to deprive them of a platform. The fear is that people or groups who otherwise do good things will be cancelled without giving them space for dialogue and development. Quirks would be penalised too much.
3. political correctness
The term "woke" is also controversially discussed in connection with "political correctness", which actually aims to strengthen the interests of minorities, especially through the appropriate use of language, and thus avoid discrimination. It is criticised for creating new norms that are sometimes perceived as censorship. Critics fear that freedom of expression will be undermined by a kind of moralism. However, even the freedom to address discrimination is criticised.
Most recently, the new Speaker of the US House of Representatives, Kevin McCarthy, spoke of "woke indoctrination in schools", which must be tackled. The term indoctrination describes vehement, one-sided, distorted teaching that does not allow for discussion, which is a central method of propaganda, especially in dictatorships. The extent to which the two terms can be connected at all remains questionable.
4 Woke washing and woke capitalism
We speak of woke washing and woke capitalism when brands, institutions or even individuals speak out against discrimination or grievances, but at the same time act in the opposite way or not at all. The criticism here is that companies in particular create a progressive self-image that is nevertheless subordinated to ruthless profit maximisation behind the woke façade. The image of a sustainable and equal corporate culture thus becomes a marketing strategy instead of an authentic identity.
Here is a simple definition of the rights for example (more of a fight call than a definition probably didn't pay attention to the definitions at school)
"Woke": definition and meaning
"Woke" means to be awake and committed and is a left-wing ideological term of struggle. Under the guise of "anti-discrimination" and the demand for "social justice", our liberal social order based on Christian bourgeois values is to be fought against at all levels and replaced by a socialist order.
Swiss political activists with a clear enemy image
And now a short definition from everyone who gets to the point (has probably understood what a definition is without propaganda and call to arms)
Wokeness
Definition: What is "wokeness"?
Wokeness is the attitude and movement of alertness and vigilance. It is the act of paying attention to what is happening in the world and wanting to remove anti-Semitism, racism, sexism, violence, environmental destruction, factory farming and other evils by raising one's voice in the mass media and on social media, on the streets and in the squares, in schools, universities and companies. In English, "to be woke" means "to be vigilant" against injustices of all kinds.
Prof. Dr. Oliver Bendel
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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 1 year ago
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I went into the post office today still thinking about rather dark things. I was in a lot of pain, of course, so maybe it had gotten me in a mood.
Recently I found out that my brother has said horrible things, only horrible things, “never a kind word” about me to my one actual friend. She seemed amazed at how nasty he was. Maybe more hurtfully, he’d been telling her to never help me. I need to learn a lesson, you see, be punished for being a failure. Obviously I’m not trying hard enough, and if I can only suffer enough I will fix myself….
Yeah, I dunno either. My brother has been a painful mystery with his harshness for a long time. My parents worried, but were no more able to know what to so than I am. **What do you do to deal with a mindset that can be cruel, full of resentments, threats, and bitterness, that sees all the world in terms of enemies and battles? He actually lectured me once for not “hating properly”. It seems exhausting and sad.
Anyway, I limped in feeling upset with myself as much as hurt by my brother. After all, I am broken obviously. I work so hard for nothing, make no progress in anything. I feel lazy if I even rest when I hurt so much I’m crying out in pain, so when I’m accused of being lazy I find it too easy to believe.
So what happens? Oh, I get asked a out my day, so I start telling. And I laugh explaining why one of my hands is covered in something blue, why my injured finger resembles a cherry Tootsie Pop, why there are twig all in my hair, why my shirt has flour on it and I smell of spices, etc….I mean, it was just an ordinary enough day by my standards.
And so the wide eyed lady starts telling me how amazing I am. (The only compliment to seem more off base was my high school art teacher saying I was the coolest person in the school! LOL) She tells me I have a heart of gold. (Yeah, really! LOL)
She said I was one of the most beautiful people inside and out. (I resisted laughing, but it was hard)
She tells me I must stop taking care of other people all the time, and take care of myself. (Um, most of what I do is survival…you know, taking care of myself)
She tells me I deserve to take a day every week to pamper myself, just take a day off. (Not gonna happen, when my work is survival)
She tells me she is making it her mission before the end of the year to do a make over of me!
Actually that last one threw me the most. First off, a make over suggests I was ever made to being with!
It’s sweetly meant, but ridiculous. Nice as it might be to wear makeup once in my life, I can’t say I am keen on my being a living doll to be made up to someone else’s aesthetics. She insists it will change my life and everyone will be shocked by how beautiful I actually am, which is obviously absurd. Playing dress up can’t change a life, and no one will EVER think I am beautiful. And, even if I DID like whatever look, I sure as hell don’t have the time or money to mess around keeping it up, especially when my only audience for it would be the animals!!!
Then came the religion. Oh, she tells me, god knows how good I am. That’s why god keeps blessing me…
Um, if this is being blessed I’d hate to see what cursed is like!
And so she goes on about how everything is possible with god’s will, how faith like mine is rewarded, and on and on….
I’m not a christian. I’m agnostic, bordering on atheist. But I know how this goes. I live in a teeny town in the bible belt. You smile. You say thanks when they bless you or pray for you. You are grateful for the emotional intent. You never ever debate them or roll you eyes or…
And then an older woman came in, one that texts me when the weather seems dangerous. I haven’t seen her in person in years. Her health is rough, but her husband has never recovered from covid so he’s been hospitalized forever.
She sort of let me know she was hurt I didn’t always text her back. I try to explain my phone, which sounds feeble, and the post master jumps in to explain how busy I always am….And I ask about how she’s doing and her husband so everything is fine again.
A very strange thing happens. The woman is having some sort of questioning god moment. She’s using all the local language about praying and blessings and so forth, and the suddenly says: “But I keep wondering. I mean, a whole airplane full of hundreds of people, and it crashes. Was it REALLY the time for ALL those people all at once?!?”
She’s upset so you can tell it is getting to her, and the post master who is likewise religious thrown for a second, trying to think what to say from the grab bag of quotable they keep ready….
And I speak up. I tell her, well, thousands of people die every day, so why couldn’t many be in one place. And thousands are born too…
And so on.
I was doing the “well, if there is a god then couldn’t it logically work like this…”!!!!!
FFS, I, a skeptic to very bottom of my soul, was actually trying to soothe away the doubts of a believer simply because I don’t want them to be upset!! I was making the argument for religion because I felt she needs it, but what right do I have to decide that?
How presumptuous of me!
I should have said nothing I guess. Let the two religious women talk, see if the one unshakable could say something the one shaken needed to hear. But she was upset and what I said comforted her, and I never lied to her. I never mentioned god or spirits or any other mumbo jumbo. I just said a sort “ if this, then that” that I hoped help.
But it bothers me I jumped in like. I just encouraged someone to believe something I think is bullshit (not the “every day many people die” thing, but the “supernatural forced decide” implied part), and most likely have led them to believe I share their religion (which, to be fair, around here EVERYONE assumes about everyone else anyway). Hypocrisy and dishonestly about my beliefs are anathema to me and this comes perilously close.
So, today I went into the post office in a funk about myself, had a conversation that gave me an undeserved ego boost, and left in a funk again!!!
**I want to be clear about this, my parents were kind and generous people. Oh sure, they had their fill of frustrations (more than their share in Pop’s case) and anger, but it was never aimed like a weapon. They never wanted to hurt people, but to help them. His failing and mine are our own, mixed with “injuries” inflicted by the world beyond our home.
I know most folks blame their parents, usually understandably, but there are limits what even loving, smart, and well meaning parents can do when the chemistry of a child’s nature comes into contact with volatile parts of society . Boom. Explosions. Implosions. Everything changes and sometimes the results are poisonous.
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vaporwavery · 2 years ago
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You’re thinking ‘Aves this is not a reblog! This is a tumblr blog post!’ It’s my tumblr and I get to choose the content >:c
The content is me being sad ANYWAYS (tw for transphobia and mental stuffs)
I just cried, like a whole bunch. I’m a trans woman; been at it for almost 16 months now; and, living in the Bible Belt and all, I’m pretty used to shrugging things off. The occasional malicious misgender, my father never once getting it right and still treating me like his son even though he knows how I feel, the every once in awhile harassment, the bad dysphoria days, and non-trans related stress like money problems- though even then, I gotta be able to pay for my hrt
I’m not too great at processing things still. I can actually cry now, at least, but god sometimes everything gets me. This place sucks. Aside from my very lovely long distance partner, and a group I see every once in awhile on Mondays, I am very very alone as a trans woman around here. Even if there’s some I’ve met, and didn’t know, they are (very understandably given living in the southern US) not visible or open. It’s a constant of tiny little stressors, y’know?
How do I do this? I feel fine most days, but then there’s those moments, especially with the aforementioned group, my partner, where I just… feel *safe.* Really and truly safe. And then I go back out, continue living life, and it always crashes back down on me that I’m simply not at any given point otherwise. People around here, even friendly, aren’t always safe.
I wish I could just- do what I used to, and not worry about everything like that all the time- but in multiple ways, I literally can’t afford to, and sometimes, crying out my stress makes me feel better than just, I dunno, pretending it isn’t there at all. Even the nicest of cis people have expected me to be bigger, to explain everything of me to them, even my most vulnerable and private thoughts and feelings, and just-
I dunno. I’d like to live somewhere one day, hopefully, where people see me as me, and not some walking and talking political idea, or porn category, or traumatized mental patient. I always feel so incredibly hurt by things sometimes, and I’m always told to calm down. Grow up. Move past it.
Hate it here
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christinepanas · 2 years ago
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Legacy
(A short fiction story)
“Do you want to take a spin in it?” Duncan asks Mallory as they stand in the parking lot of the high school, itself almost as newly minted as her driving license. Mallory doesn’t answer. She just stares at the shiny red sports car with the brown leather seats and chrome wheels. Her shoulders hunch forward, as if the added weight of her license makes her backpack too much to bear. She hesitates.
“I have to get home,” she says.
“But aren’t your parents away?” Duncan asks, opening the driver’s side door.
“Yes,” she says.
“What’s the hurry home?”
“I have chores.”
“I can drive you.”
“That’s okay. I always walk.”
“It might rain. I’ll drive you,” he presses.
He points with his eyes to a heavy grey cloud that has arisen in the distance. Mallory gives in and walks to the passenger door. The interior of the car is finished with wood. She runs her fingers along the elegant dashboard as he starts the engine. The aroma of the new leather seats reminds her of a pair of gloves her mother once had. They had been expensive. When she lost one of them, its mate lingered in her handbag, until one day it too disappeared.
“Waddya think?” Duncan asks.
She sits mute, watching as the sunroof silently opens to reveal the blue band of heaven high above them. A puffy, angelic cloud floats into the frame, and then disappears. She buckles her seat belt and folds her hands in her lap.
“Ready?” he asks, then puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking spot.
Mallory knows that her parents wouldn’t approve of her taking a ride home alone with Duncan. They are strict, especially now that she attends public school. They can no longer afford private school tuition. Most of her parents’ money and time now goes to the Rhys Owens Foundation and the Living God in Christ Pentecostal Church. But it doesn’t matter. She likes public school. It is noisy and colorful and filled with smells and sounds and voices that she otherwise would never have experienced.
The town is small. Many people know Mallory’s father from when he coached Little League. Duncan played on one of the teams. Everyone knows Duncan’s father because he owns one of the two banks in town. He bought Duncan this car for graduation. Lots of kids get cars for graduation and then they go off to college. Both she and Duncan will be graduating next month. Duncan will attend the same university as his father and grandfather and will one day take over the bank. Mallory’s parents have been too busy to help her with college applications to the Christian colleges they have chosen for her. Summer is coming and this year she will be running the Bible Camp. She can’t think beyond that.
“So, have you driven on the highway yet, I mean, besides for driver’s ed?” Duncan asks.
“Not really,” she replies. “Just to church and back. Around town for shopping. Once out to Table Rock lake.”
She is not all that keen on driving but there is no other way to get around. Some kids ride bicycles to school. A horse. She would be happier with a horse, she thinks. Once, Jonelle Williams rode her horse to school. It was a big deal.
“Do you want me to put on the A/C?” Duncan asks. She shakes her head.
He’s not a bad person, she thinks. He is polite and well groomed. She has never heard him swear or raise his voice in anger. But she only sees him in class or at the football games on Friday nights. Sometimes, he sits with her and her parents, but not all the time. He has lots of friends.
Once, her mother told her to invite Duncan to church. She didn’t. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to come to church. It was that she knew her parents would never condone her attending a Presbyterian service. It didn’t seem right that the invitation could never be reciprocated.
“So, where are your parents?” he asks.
“Dallas again,” she says. “Something for the Foundation.”
“You wanna listen to some music?” he asks.
“No,” she replies. “That’s okay.”
The drive home from the school is no more than five minutes, but they manage to pass by everyone in town who can and will report to her parents that they saw her in Duncan Wilson’s car after school.
As they pull into the driveway, a few drops of rain clink against the windshield. Duncan closes the sunroof. She sits watching as it shuts itself against the darkening sky.
“Do you wanna come in for a minute?” she asks.
“Sure,” he says. “As long as it is okay with your parents.”
She knows that it is not okay, but she tells him that it is. Old Mrs. Barnes from next door is no doubt watching them now, she thinks. She imagines walking over there and ringing the bell and giving Mrs. Barnes the name of the hotel where her parents are staying and then telling her to go ahead and call them. But she knows she won’t. She looks down at the ground as she counts the steps to the porch. Twelve today.
The house is large and is relatively new. Her parents built it when she and her sister were still attending the Christian Children’s Academy. Each time she opens the heavy front door, the first thing she sees is the memorial. The memorial honors her sister, Rhys. It occupies the wall that separates the foyer from the kitchen. In the center of that wall is a large photo of Rhys. In it, she looks over her shoulder at the camera, her smile bright and wide. Rhys smiled like a movie star. Everyone said it. The portrait is surrounded by seventeen smaller photos of Rhys, one for each year of her life. Below these photos is a table weighed down by ribbons and trophies and awards.
“Here’s the shrine,” she says. “The wall of memories.”
Duncan stares at the display for a few seconds and then gives her an uncomfortable smile.
Moving around the wall, she leads Duncan into the kitchen. He takes a seat on one of the four stools stowed under the kitchen counter.
“Do you want a glass of iced tea?” she asks.
“Sure,” he says.
“It’s sweet tea.”
“Okay.”
She pours him a glass and tells him she’ll be right back. Her intention is to go to her room and change into her cleaning clothes, but she finds herself moving down the hallway, counting the steps to Rhys’ room. It is spacious - almost as large as her parents’ bedroom. The carpet is pink. The canopy bed has twinkle lights. She turns them on and then looks around. This room, indeed, the whole house, seems to be waiting, as if Rhys will be back any moment. All her things are here, almost exactly as she left them. Her mother dusts and vacuums the room and washes the bed covers every week.
Mallory slips off her shoes and climbs onto the bed, staring up at the canopy. When she was ten, she was so jealous of this bed. It was like something for a princess, magical. Now, she feels nothing.
“Hey, where are you?” Duncan calls out.
“In here,” she replies.
Duncan follows her voice and finds her there, on the bed.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“I’m not allowed to be in here,” she says. “But it’s not like I don’t miss her, too.”
She glances at a large photo that occupies a space where once there was a poster of a blonde Jesus praying, his blue eyes cast upwards towards heaven. Now, from under a tiara, Rhys the beauty pageant contestant smiles through the glass of a bejeweled frame.
“She was my parents’ pride and joy,” Mallory says.
Duncan is silent. She looks up at him. He is staring at the photo.
“My mother still cries every day,” she says.
It has been five years since Rhys died. And every day, Mallory’s parents grieve as if they have just received the news. She remembers that day, too. She was there, sitting on the sofa as two state troopers gave them the news. Her mother began to wail. Her father held his head in his hands. The troopers apologized as if they had been responsible.
“Our house is sad now,” she says.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me, too.”
“I better go,” he says.
She follows him outside to the car. As he opens the door, she stops him.
“I’d like to take you up on that drive,” she says.
“Okay,” he replies. “After supper?”
“Can you pick me up?”
“As long as it’s okay with your parents,” he says.
“I’ll call them.”
He agrees to pick her up at seven.
Inside, Mallory wanders the spotless house. She finds herself moving in numbered steps to Rhys’ room. Rhys’ baby shoes sit on the dresser. They are white leather with pink laces. She picks them up and sniffs at them, at the faint odor of leather and talcum. She opens the dresser drawers and stares at Rhys’ clothing. In one drawer are baby clothes, fancy little dresses and frilly little socks. In another drawer are pretty pajamas and little panties with the days of the week printed on them. In another are sets of shorts and t-shirts, and in another, socks and jeans. She takes out a pair of jeans and holds them next to her. They are too long. Rhys was tall and thin. She is not.
In the walk-in closet she finds Rhys’ Barbie doll house and the Barbies and their clothes. Dozens. They wear gowns, like the ones hanging in the closet. She feels strange and sits down. Everything sparkles. She picks up a Barbie, examines it, then pulls off its head. She does the same to the rest. Then the arms. Then the legs. She abandons their corpses in the bottom of the closet, leaving the door open and the lights on. She counts the steps as she moves down the hall to her parents’ room, her mind blank, her hands and feet numb.
The dressers in her parents’ bedroom sprout dozens of photos. Most are of Rhys. There are a few of Mallory. In one of them, she is ten, standing next to Rhys, who is fifteen and the recipient of a trophy. They are both smiling and holding hands. She feels an ache in her chest. She loved Rhys, too. They had been so close. The emptiness she feels has no words. Rhys was special. She was thoughtful and she loved Mallory and always knew how to make her feel special, too. Rhys never excluded her and always told her that she would grow up to be beautiful and talented. But that didn’t happen.
One by one, she relieves the frames of their photos. She rips the photos into strips as she goes, leaving them in the middle of her parents’ bed. She looks again at the photo of her and Rhys and slips it into her back pocket.
In the living room, more photos of Rhys with various family members smile into the emptiness of the house. These she has dusted every day for five years. A strange rage seizes her, and she begins hurling them into the fireplace, one by one, frame and all. All of the photos. All of the family. All of them, together in the fireplace. She stands there, holding the last one in her hands.
The last thing that Rhys had said to her was, “I’m sorry, honeydew, but you can’t come with me this time. I promise I’ll take you to the lake tomorrow. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.” But she didn’t come back.
Mallory wanders into her own room and digs with anger through her crafting supplies until she finds a Sharpie. She blacks out the eyes and mouths of all her photos, even the ones in her yearbooks. She dumps the contents of her memento boxes onto the bed and finds the necklace that Rhys gave her for her twelfth birthday - a silver chain with a delicate crystal cross. She puts it around her neck and resumes wandering the house, counting the steps as she tries to remember the sound of Rhys’ voice.
Now, standing before the memorial, she stares at Rhys’ forever blue eyes. Her arms hang at her sides. She stands there, frozen in place until the sound of the doorbell startles her. Duncan is back. She can’t believe it’s seven already. He has changed clothes.
“I’ll be right out,” she says, and closes the door, leaving him on the porch.
She takes off her blouse and replaces it with one of her sister’s t-shirts. It is dark purple. Fancy white letters spell out “Be the Light Matthew 5:14.” The words are surrounded by delicate flowers and vines. She brushes her hair with Rhys’ hairbrush and puts on a pair of Rhys’ earrings and applies some of Rhys’ lipstick. She leaves the house, not bothering to lock the door.
“Where do you want to go?” Duncan asks.
She has no ideas but manages to smile. They end up in the parking lot of the county electric cooperative, where a group of Duncan’s friends have gathered in their cars. They all admire his new red BMW and start asking him technical questions. Duncan is polite and introduces her, and they say hello, to be polite, she thinks. She says hello back.
“The sound system is great,” Duncan is telling everyone, and turns up the radio.
She gets out of the car and wanders the parking lot while Duncan shows everyone something in the trunk. The sun will be setting soon. She is supposed to call her parents at eight. They want to know that she is not doing something she shouldn’t. She never does. She is a good, dutiful daughter. She does all her chores and never complains. She tends to their daily needs. But they don’t see her. She is not their beloved Rhys, to whom they always devoted their lives. Even now. Rhys is still their entire life, even though she’s gone. What they have left is Mallory, the one who isn’t their golden girl or shining light. Mallory knows that she is just ordinary. She will never be Rhys. And no one will ever love her like Rhys loved her. She aches for that love.
Overhead, the sky is bright. There is a slight breeze. Duncan and his friends have moved on and are now looking at the engine of someone’s giant pickup truck. She doesn’t know most of these boys. She doesn’t want to.
She picks a few flowers that are growing alongside the road. They are purple, Rhys’ favorite color. She remembers being in awe of Rhys, tagging along after her and intruding on her and her friends. Rhys never complained and would pick her up and hug her and kiss her. Rhys would hug her to sleep when she was sad. Now the sad never leaves.
Mallory admires the flowers, then drops them on the ground next to Duncan’s car. The boys are now revving up the truck’s motor and laughing and whoo-hooing. It is noisy. She takes the opportunity to slip into the driver’s seat of Duncan’s car. The music is so loud it almost hurts. And then, she watches herself start the car and put it in gear, as if she is someone else, someone now tearing out of the parking lot in Duncan’s red car.
Her hands feel strange, gripping the wheel. Her heart pumps. She speeds towards Eagle Ridge, to that bend in the twisting road, where the cross stands, decorated with silk flowers. Rhys had been with her friends that day. She had been driving the brand-new car that her parents gave her for graduation. A shiny red convertible. Five years ago, almost to the day. She was late. Speeding to get home. She lost control. Too fast, the state troopers said. She had been going too fast and lost control. The car hit the rock wall. She died instantly, they said. Her friends survived. The rock wall saved them from plunging over the cliff.
The tragedy had brought the whole town together, everyone said. They had all loved Rhys. Hundreds and hundreds of people came to the funeral. They cried and hugged her parents as Mallory stood there off to the side and invisible, listening to all the condolences. Everyone kept saying, “what a tragedy. Such a beautiful young girl.”
Such a beautiful girl. Our princess. The light of our lives. Such a treasure. A real talent. How lucky you were to have those years with her. She’s with her father in heaven now. Jesus had called her home, they all said. And Mallory stood there alone, watching her mother’s lips move as she thanked everyone. And then later, after the kitchen had been piled high with baked goods and casseroles and platters of fried chicken, her parents wept and held each other as she watched, uninvited, her grief silenced as she went about her chores.
Behind her, Mallory hears police sirens. More than one. She imagines three or four police cars are following her. She imagines that in one of the cars are the same troopers who stood in the living room and told them that Rhys was dead.
She hits the gas. The curve is coming up. She knows it well. They drive up here every Sunday after church to tend the cross and honor her sister’s memory. Now, she can see it, the rock wall, and next to it the opening in the ridge that leads to the valley below. She veers toward the opening, looking up through the sunroof at the blue band of heaven above, ready to join Rhys there.
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scarletlizzard · 8 months ago
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Oh my god thank fuck bc I felt like a fuckin English teacher being like “no, no, it’s there I promise!!”
Tw: religion talk
I’m curious about the lore! I think it adds another profound layer when you know that YOU (rose) come from the south which arguably has a different way of worship and relationship with god than the bulk of the country. It’s hardcore, people eat sleep and breathe god no question. At its core, Religion is putting faith into something you can’t see. The same can be said about love. Pushing further, queer love, especially in a place where it’s forbidden and frowned upon, is a religious experience. Sex has long been referred as the same, but it’s in a whole different realm when it’s between two people who are seen as abominations. You find that eternal life everyone wants in a place that everyone tried to scare you away from. Your lore is key to your work!!!
BUT ANYWAYYYY—that’s what happens when my meds kick in…I’ll look at pt 2 later. I literally wrote hand fuckin notes to keep track of everything holy shit.
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Hahaha, the trigger warning is SO real!! No, you did a fantastic job, and I was thoroughly impressed!
Imagine I was like "no its just fuckin"
Which OBVIOUSLY YEAH it is, but there are always underlying tones and reasons in everyone's writing.
It's not called the Bible Belt for nothing!
I don't think people who aren't from the south will ever fully understand the depth of church, and christ, and Christianity, and blah blah blah. It is INSANE down here. There is a church on every corner you turn (I'm not exaggerating when I say this).
Every Sunday, the entire day is practically devoted to going to church. Get up early and sit for hours in a sermon, Sunday school to follow. Then you have Wednesday nights, once again devoted to christ. 'Small groups' where adults meet once a week, besides those two days, to talk about His word and intertwining it with your life, your relationships, your job, your hobbies. Youth groups. Bible study. It's in our school, our politics, our day to day lives, whether you want it to be or not. You simply don't have a choice! Can't buy alcohol on Sundays. Most "small businesses" are closed on Sundays. Why? God's Day!
And here's the thing, I'm not saying it's wrong. There is nothing wrong with it. If that's how you want to live your life, by all means. But when you tell me that God is going to punish me for loving a human? When you start using God as an excuse to spread hatred because you don't like something? That's an issue, and it seems to be getting worse instead of better.
Ohhh, I could go on and on about this. I've rambled too much already. Back to the smut 😋 🫶
Yeah, so basically, unholy, sinful, blasphemous sex = hot! 😊
Why do the religious undertones come through? Probably some deeprooted religious trauma I'm ignoring and will not ever touch on in my life. If I wanna worship a woman, hey, who's gonna stop me? If I get down on my knees and pray to the woman in front of me, you know? Hey, anyone? That's what I thought!
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disgruntledexplainer · 5 months ago
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I've said this before, but I find Deltora's relationship with tradition (such as monarchy) interesting, specifically because it makes a very clear distinction between big T Traditions and little t traditions.
On a surface level, one can view the series as very anti-tradition. After all, it was the false traditions set up by the chief advisors to the kings that resulted in the belt being lost and the nation being crushed below a foreign power. it was these traditions that caused the kings and queens of deltora to neglect their duty of wearing the belt at all times to keep the magical screen up (and allow the belt to be locked in a place where he couldn't easily get to it in a time of emergency), it was these traditions which caused the kings and queens to separate themselves so thoroughly from the people they ruled and so prevent him from realizing how much the Shadow Lord had already asserted control of the nation the royals now only nominally ruled, and it was these traditions which caused the royals to waste their time in ceremonial affairs while the advisors crushed the people under their heel.
and yet... the belt itself is a physical representation of Tradition. the important kind. It is the initial tradition of wearing the belt which was meant to protect Deltora from the shadow lord. This tradition, which would have saved Deltora if followed as it should, was crushed by the false traditions, strangled from bloated and pointless ceremony which completely obscured the point of the belt.
When I read the book, I saw the references to the blue book about the book in the book as a clear reference to the bible, especially how Lief would keep referencing back to it (it helped that the Bible I owned happened to be blue). And I saw the word Seven with the seven gems in the belt, it immediately brought to mind several things. First, perhaps most obviously, the seven gems reminded my of the seven virtues: Fortitude (Diamond), Justice (Emerald), Temperance (I guess Lapis Lazuli? doesn't quite fit), Faith (Topaz), Hope (Opal), Love (Ruby), and Prudence (Amethyst). The fact that the gems must be kept around the waist at all times seemed to be an obvious call for vigilance against evil that abandoning the virtues could bring. The symbolism of it reminded me of the Jewish tradition of wearing tassels around oneself as a reminder to follow God's commandments.
But it also brought to mind the Seven Sacraments, less in terms of direct parallels in meaning but more in terms of parallels in purpose. The Sacraments are "physical signs instituted by Christ to give Grace". (with grace roughly meaning help from God to resist sin, and in so doing achieve true spiritual freedom.) Indeed, the parallel in purpose is so strong that part of me thinks it must be intentional. By partaking in the Sacraments, a human is given the necessary strength by God to resist sin and stand up against evil. Among the traditions of the Church, none are so critical to salvation as the Sacraments.
so the message the book seemed to be sending to me seemed pretty clear: any tradition which obscured scripture, a well as the importance and meaning of the Sacraments and the regular exercise of the seven virtues, was something which not just should, but MUST be done away with; and at the same thing, any new actions that would seek to remove those traditions or obscure their meaning should be rejected. In a certain sense, it helped strengthen my faith by helping me to really see what was really important about it.
among this the books also taught me the importance of being educated, so others can't pull the wool over my eyes, the idea that the ruler of a nation should not live separate from them but rather mingle with the people to better understand their problems, the importance of people's trust in their government, and many other things besides.
boy do I love this series.
'I cannot run and hide!' he burst out. 'I must find the gems and restore them to the Belt. Without them I am helpless and Deltora is doomed.' Glancing at Sharn's worried face, Jarred took his friend's arm. 'The gems must be found, but you cannot be the one to find them, Endon,' he said firmly. 'The Shadow Lord will be searching for you. You must stay in hiding, and wait.' 'But what if I die before the Belt is whole again?' Endon argued desperately. 'It will only recognise Adin's true heir. It will only shine for me!' Jarred opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. Soon enough Endon would realise for himself that he had lost the last trust his people had in him. The Belt of Deltora would never shine for him again.
rereading my old friend deltora quest for the first time in too many years and i'm suddenly realising how much this book shaped my view of the world.
like, this passage is from the first part of book one, before the protagonist of the rest of the series is even introduced. lief's initial goal is to find and return the belt to endon's child, but it could very easily have been to return the belt to endon himself, with the shift to finding the heir coming as a twist later in the series. however, on the same page that the idea of the titular quest is brought up, rodda immediately throws out a word-of-god hard no, endon's done, there's no chance of this happening and here's why.
idk, i've sometimes wondered where i got the beginnings of some of my anti-monarchist leanings while being raised in a divine-right-of-kings household, and it's suddenly pinging to me that being obsessed with this series might be somewhere close to the root of it.
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alexcabotgf · 1 year ago
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don't you think if they really committed the murders they would've reoffended by now? i'm not disagreeing because i don't know much about this case, but it's hard to believe that someone capable of a gruesome crime can go on living without getting in trouble with the law again
i get what you're saying, i've thought about it before and my answer is no. let me just preface this by saying i don't think baldwin or misskelley jr would've ever gotten into anything of this magnitude on their own, the general consensus is that echols was the ring leader (which i agree with), so i mostly want to focus on him here (btw misskelley did actually get arrested for traffic violations a few years ago, but that's a petty crime, i wouldn't think anything of it)
the reason i say no is because a lot is at stake for him now. he comes from a tiny town in the middle of nowhere bible belt america. according to this 1990 census, out of the 28k population a little over 5k were high school graduates, and only 1.2k had bachelor's degrees (10.8% of the population had higher education), the median household income was around $22k with over 6.4k of the population living below poverty line (and 98% having a determined poverty status). what i'm getting at here is the future didn't look very bright for him or any of them for that matter. none of them were rich or even financially comfortable by any stretch of imagination and had the murders not happened, they would've most likely not gone to college, never gotten out of that town and continued living the same way everyone around them was living. however, the documentaries garnered a lot of media attention, love and support, especially for echols (and a lot of money which is a whole nother issue), from the regular people (as well as celebrities) who still vehemently believe in his innocence. so while he didn't have much to lose in '93, he has absolutely everything to lose now. imo most innocenters and guilters alike know that they can't with 100% certainty say who committed the murders and at this point we'll probably never know, but if anything ever comes out about him or the other two post-release that will make the innocenters doubt his innocence, they will turn on him in an instant and he knows it
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monochromatictoad · 1 year ago
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📚🍲📜 for the culture ask game! 🧡
📚: Are there any folk tales / local legends that you've told your f/o about?
So, living in America, especially so close to the Smokey Mountains, I love telling them about the cryptids. Especially to Gabriel since he was asleep when America was colonized. He especially loved the Fresno Night Crawlers and the Squonk.
🍲: Let's talk food! Are there any culturally-unique dishes you've tried making for your f/o? Are there any they've made for you?
I've made some American style food for them to try, and Gabriel likes American food while Kakuzu doesn't like how heavy American food is. Kakuzu doesn't cook much, but when he does it's mostly quick light meals, or sashimi since that is his favorite style of food. Gabriel learned to cook in the early 1000s, so he doesn't have as much access to make the foods he grew up with. Also, Gabriel is also from a time where he couldn't afford to be picky about his food.
📜: Is there a specific belief system or list of principles that people in your culture follow? How about for your f/o? How do they differ from one another, if at all?
Unfortunately, I live in the bible belt, so most of the beliefs are evangelical christian views. Gabriel hates it due to religious trauma and Kakuzu just hates how in your face it is. Gabriel had more strict Catholic views he grew up on, and later became a dark lord so, his beliefs are mostly in keeping his loved ones safe and that's it. Kakuzu's belief is mostly in making money.
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