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[ahb-writes]

Book Review: ‘The Genius Prince’s Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt’ #9

The Genius Prince's Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt (Hey, How About Treason?), Vol. 9 by Toru Toba My rating: 4 of 5 stars Here's an idea: Invite the most notoriously pragmatic, infamously shrewd, and dangerously intelligent nobleman on the continent to a gathering of backwoods' statesmen and use him for personal gain. What could possibly go wrong? A lot. Obviously. But for the middling, inexperienced politicians of the Ulbeth Alliance, which is located in the far west of the Varno Continent, the opportunity to wield Prince Wein as a tool to pry apart domestic relations is irresistible. Whether through crass manipulation, deliberately invoking chaos, or the usual inter-party shenanigans native to arrogant squabbles for power, politicians will do what politicians have always done: deceive, bicker, exploit, complain, and betray. Good thing the Crown Prince of Natra's seen it all before. In GENIUS PRINCE . . . v9, Prince Wein and his delegation spend a week in the Ulbeth Alliance at the behest of Agata Willow, a Holy Elite and the representative of one of the four city-states that comprise the alliance. How willing is Wein to either harmonizing or upending the alliance's forthcoming Signing Ceremony (a decennial ratification of the alliance)? After all, a stable alliance would mean profitable trade for Natra. Too bad the representatives attending the ceremony, and then some, have their own plans for the future of the alliance. The curious, if obvious challenge set before Wein is that Agata's quest to consolidate authority within the Ulbeth Alliance is sketchy at best. Agata is a tenacious ruler. He's also getting way too old for the bedeviling arrogance that presently binds the wrists of his city-state. He's an interesting character with a modest, though perhaps not enough presence on the page. All the more reason to delve into the man's reason to firm up the alliance, quash his rivals in the other city-states, and modernize the Ulbeth Alliance into a stronger, more respectable country. This novel is an ongoing what-if scenario. Wein's obligation to help Agata is only as strong as he desires. He could, just as easily, shift his favoritism to Oleom, representative of Great Blue Skies of Roynock (port city-state), or to Lejoutte, representative of Grand Red Harvest of Facrita (farmland city-state). Wein has his pick of potential allies. But such luxuries possess an undeniable truth: Wein also has his pick of would-be backstabbers. And as GENIUS PRINCE . . . v9 continues, readers encounter the delightful treat of Wein constantly schooling the locals in what true statecraft looks like. Wein deliberately helps, deliberately obfuscates, and deliberately mixes up everyone's view of the puzzle pieces that might constitute authority within the Ulbeth Alliance. Inter-party marriage? Inter-city trade? Cascading political scandals? These people thought they could spellbind Wein into doing what they wanted. They messed with the wrong dude. GENIUS PRINCE . . . v9 is a fun adventure with relatively low stakes. This novel was clearly designed to ease up on the more perilous inclinations of the continent's detestable figures in favor of a cavalcade of helpless, awkward politicians. The Ulbeth Alliance's reputation as bitter, inward-looking, and nurturing excess religiosity does its residents no favors. But the alliance's next generation of rulers, plus Wein's governance flexibility, offers readers a glimpse into a confederacy of fools on the cusp of critical thinking (Wein: "No one political system is 'correct.' What matters is how people benefit from it. Who cares if the government is 'on your side' if everyone starves to death? Do whatever works," page 12). The book's only substantive dive into the darker alleyways of nation-state trickery concerns the author's long-awaited explanation of the history of the Flahm. Discussed at varying points in the novel from the perspectives of Wein, Falanya and Nanaki, and Ninym, the tale of the subjugation, rise, and fall of the Flahm people is sad, pitiable, and stomach-turning. It is little wonder why Wein is so intensely protective of "his heart," Ninym, and so earnest in doing well by her people. And it is with this in mind, it is also little wonder why Wein is so willing to interfere in the affairs of the Ulbeth Alliance, a surveillance society whose citizens ignorance is their only source of pride (Kamil, political aide to Agata, on the alliance: "Tell them the foolish, illogical people of a senseless land were destroyed by their own folly," page 119).

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[jyeshindra]

Astrolovations (I)

Hey there! Just noting down some things I observe and connections I make regarding astrology. And yes, I made up a new word. Deal with it.

You can always spot an Aquarius by that look in their eye and a half smile. Like they're judging you, studying you, and experiencing you all at the same time.

More feminine Aquarians give me cool-girl vibes. They're detached and kind of removed from things, but super chill at the same time. Friendly and open but they have and will express their boundaries.

The more masculine Aquarians can fit that stubborn, know-it-all Aquarian stereotype a bit better. These more unhealed Aquarians are so difficult. Fixed air? Saturn and Uranus dominance? This is not a person who will follow other people's rules. A frustrating energy for sure. I dare say it's giving asshole. LOL

Sagittarius and Gemini make a good duo, but these signs are likely to solely be intellectual. Neither sign is very good at feeling. They aren't emotional! And they may talk about emotions...sure! But don't be fooled!

The most important thing to a Sagittarius Moon? Their freedom! They won't do well in relationships where the other is constantly telling them how to live their life and making critical analyses. Remember this sign is half-man and half-beast. That lower half wants to frolick and go wherever it wishes! If it feels pinned down or caged, it'll fight back or just disappear.

Taureans are always listening. These people are super wise and super knowledgeable but they won't be obvious about it like a Sagittarius or Gemini. It reminds me of how earth has this ability to hold things and fossilize things over time. Taurus kind of has this energy. I think it's the receptivity of Venus in Fixed Earth. AND that Scorpio opposition. Both of these signs are super observant and notice the little details. Their intuitive knowledge is gained from absorbing so much over time and letting that information marinate. It's how they both are able to create such amazing foundations for themselves.

I do believe in cuspy energy. But only cause Sidereal exists. A lottt of people are two different signs in two different systems. Cusps feel like the same sort of situation to me. But also...if you have your birth time you know which sign you fall under, which destroys the whole cusp argument.

I actually do kinda identify more with my Vedic chart than my Tropical chart. I see both energies, but my Pisces Sun/Scorpio Moon makes so much sense to me. Especially once I learned I'm Jyeshtha!

Speaking of Jyeshtha...the voices of these natives are usually distinguishable in some way. I think this may be Mercury-ruled nakshatras in particular (Ashlesha, Jyeshtha, Revati) but I can only feel strongly about Jyeshtha with this one. I mean Charlie Sheen...Donald Trump...even Nicki Minaj. The voices are so distinct. Even my Jyeshtha professor has a pretty distinct, raspy voice.

The way trauma has made certain aspects of my chart invisible to me. Part of what makes this practice so interesting to me is how much of my chart is waiting to be lit up by my own future. There's mysteries inside of me I haven't even met yet.

I think the last four zodiac moon signs (Cap, Pisces, Sag, and Aqua) can deal with their emotions in a very existential way. It's almost like they're thinking about their emotions in relationship to bigger/large concepts or constructs. Their perspective is already geared towards a "bigger picture" so to speak. They'll often handle their emotions in an impersonal way too. Aquarius will rationalize it, Capricorn will likely fall into pessimism or suppress it, Pisces may wallow and succumb to existential dread, Sagittarius will also intellectualize or avoid it altogether!

That's all for this round of observations! Stay tuned for the next edition.

[ludi-cerealia]

Where can you give yourself Grace?

A pick-a-card reading reading intended for general guidance, but the collective energy was mournfully romantic, if that makes any sense? There’s something to be said about finding closure about unresolved connections, and in doing so finding grace for oneself by drawing a line where you should. Moving on is difficult, but please allow your pain to pass, allow the emotions to drain, understand that your desires are in spite of you; and (however contradictory it may sound) that is okay. Let your experiences co-exist, let joy in, let time pass; Trust that you'll be better, lighter in the end, especially because of how difficult it is. Prominent 6th house placements or are observing significant astrological transits in the 6th-12th house axis of their birth charts may especially resonate with this reading. For instance, Pluto is transiting Aquarius iirc, see where which house its in.You don’t need to have these placements/transits take what resonates!

Channeled songs: Outline// AlunaGeorge; Eyes Closed// Halsey; Yebo/Sema// Masego

Decks used: Language of Flowers Oracle, The Wild Unknown Archetypes, Children of Litha Tarot

Pile 1

I heard allow yourself to stand apart and speak your mind, you deserve to be heard, especially your grievances. With the Hanged Man and 9 of Pentacles Rx side by side, which to me represent the Pisces-Virgo axis of escapism vs compulsion, fixation vs ignorance, release vs control— I get the impression that while you are no pushover, you gladly bite your tongue even when venom is most warranted; an involuntary tolerance for needling microaggressions. In some ways you feel bound or even obligated to float the conversation lightly so you don't rock the boat, because perhaps those concerned can't take what they dish out. For some of you these are cliques in which you are playing a part for laughs, for others these are people you know from your hobbies/leisurely pursuits (for a select few I heard water cooler talk, so maybe your part-time workplace). There's no love had or lost, yet you wonder why you don't simply speak your mind and let them burn as they should. Perhaps it is because these microaggressions are trivial that your pride would not allow you to stoop beneath your station, I heard your rage has bigger fish to fry but can't. It seems you're between a rock and a hard place socially, Pile 1, perhaps above you is overwhelming and overbearing expectations to act right, and beneath you are people testing your principle and patience. You may give yourself grace for your humanity, that it is only human to be frustrated when your boundaries are violated; you are neither lesser nor over the top for asserting them and yourself. Don't let pride get in the way of your wellbeing and fall on your sword, if you do know that's human too. I heard the highway has its tolls.

(Cards: Jade vine ~Communication, Comic, 9 of Pentacles Rx, Hanged Man, 3 of Cups, Lovers rx, Venom)

Pile 2

You have not fallen from grace for a moment's weakness, Pile 2; people forget that despite his heel Achilles' was nigh invincible. I think the romantic energy I channelled in the collective may be most prominent in this pile. Take what resonates, but Leo Rising/Aquarius on the 7th house cusp may be a relevant placement for you. Something may have come crashing down for you lately, this may be a substantial crush, a long-term relationship/situationship in the making that just simply fell through despite your best efforts. Something shocking may have came to light, a betrayal or manipulation, that has you spiralling into doomsday crisis. You've been obsessively reviewing every detail of your shared experience to see where you've gone wrong, where you've fallen short; or perhaps you may be critically analyzing every text or physical cue, in gruelling pain over how you couldn't see it coming. With the 5 of cups Rx turned towards Page of Swords Rx, you're torn up and feeling a fool for not realizing sooner, even a hypocrite especially for those inclined to intellectualize emotional affairs. You should give yourself grace by seeing your power, and channeling your restlessness into other aspects of being like your health, passions/hobbies, friendships; your life is so grand, Pile 2, it will not be confined, not even by yourself. Give yourself grace by nurturing these other parts of yourself, you're a dime a dozen I heard.  The medallion here is reminding me of the Ace of Pentacles, so perhaps your earthly pursuits need attention in your neglect. For others, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow should you choose to embrace all the colors of life, because there's more to life than just blues. Even if it feels like the end of the world, love is only the beginning and it is all around you. (Cards : Queen of the Night ~ Power, Apocolypsis, Page of Swords rx, 5 of cups rx, The Magician, The Medallion )

Pile 3

I take back what I said about the romantic vibes being only in Pile 2, so you may have been drawn to that pile as well. The message here is similar, but a bit firmer— the first thing I heard was respect yourself. With 6 of cups and 2 of cups reversed, you may be far and beyond the initial stages of grieving over a lost connection; I heard you're more than sure there's nothing more to come of this situation, and yet your heart still aches unrequited and is on the verge of resentment. There is love in your heart but it has nowhere to go, I'm hearing Anne Sexton poetry in my head, "I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here." You've pored over all that you can, and still you remain in a state of confused longing for something you don't even know if you want anymore, love has become limerance. Getting water venus vibes, particularly Cancer/4th House/aspecting Moon. While it's important to feel your emotions, its more important to let them flow freely through you. Take as much time as you need, but when you're done, make sure you're done Pile 3. So much freedom awaits you, and a better love that will cherish your gentle nature. The universe is nudging you gently towards happier times, the light will come through even if its just through your window. Got the message you may be listening to Miley Cyrus's River, or it may be relevant for you. If a silver lining must be had, you must find it for yourself Pile 3, find grace in gratitude for each passing day; however small, each little thing is a little step forward in the right direction. (Cards : Queen of the Night ~ Power, Apocolypsis, Page of Swords rx, 5 of cups rx, The Magician, The Medallion )

Pile 4

This pile may be going back to something they used to love after some defeat in work, one that has taken you out of your usually confident and charismatic self. While the 5 of swords did not appear in this spread, I get the sense that you have walked away from a disagreement or difference of opinions that may have taken a deeply personal turn; and instead of staying and baring your fangs you have up'ed and left, going back to basics, I heard. This was something you were deeply invested in Pile 4, and it was a heartbreaking decision to walk away even if it was for your own good; it was a project on the cusp of completion, even greatness, this was a goal you were working towards for a very long time Pile 4. Give yourself a break, you have more than enough grief to spare, give yourself grace by being kind and patient to yourself, especially when you don't know why things are happening the way they are(Paraphrasing Waymond Wang). You're on the right track, what's yours won't pass you by! Though you may feel small by going back to the drawing board, you are simply beginning again a new adventure towards something better. Trust that you are divinely guided/redirected, because in this spread the card representing the destination (Siren) is steered towards the beginning (Bridge); so you are being guided to a path you thought long lost to you. Inner child healing may be important in this time.

(Cards: Snowdrop~Hope, The Bridge, Two of pentacles, Eight of Cups, Queen of Wands rx, The Siren )

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[oddmawd]

Hey Mawd, is it okay to ask about "The Wife" from The Hunt in these OC asks or not? Just curious! Nway, sending 🎂,💯 and ☕️ for Rei!

hmmmm, The Wife...that should be fine! i left her somewhat abstract for the reader-insert lovers but she has a distinct personality i could use for this DETAILS ABOUT OCs ASK MEME...(also i did base her closely on Rei LMAO so i can kind of default to Rei's characterization for the ask game too!)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE ANSWERING THESE AND YOU MADE MY ENTIRE FUCKIN WEEK, ILY TY!!!!!!

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

You put me through my paces with this one because I hadn't actually done any birth chart stuff for Rei, and I'm not very good at astrology stuff! I'm basically just picking stuff that fits the personality I gave her. Her birthday is April Fools Day! This makes her an Aries, and I like to think she was born only a few minutes after midnight, putting her on the cusp of being a March and April Aries. As for her signs... She is an Aries Sun, Virgo Moon, Scorpio Rising. This gives her Aries' ambition and drive but Virgo's desire for order while pursuing her goals, and Scorpio's strong intuition and ability to read emotions. Does she fit these signs? Sometimes, but her past has cooled some of Aries' famous temper, and her Sun and Rising signs further quell some of the impulsivity Aries are known for. She looks before she leaps, unlike the typical Aries, and she's not a selfish person as some people believe of Scorpio. She IS, however, very much a Virgo in how critical she is of herself (especially her appearance). I don't know enough about Tarot or numerology to answer the other questions, but I hope the above is enough. <3

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Fun Fact #1: Rei's favorite emoji, coincidentally, is the 💯 emoji. Followed closely by the ✨ emoji. You'd THINK it would be the winking emoji, but nope. She saves winks for in-person shenanigans. Fun Fact #2: She owns no fewer than 50 wigs. Yes, that's a lot of wigs, but not all of them are top-grade, human hair, hand-tied, or even natural-looking wigs. In fact, the majority of them aren't. Human-hair, hand-tied wigs are extremely expensive, and she only owns a handful (collected over the course of many years) for special occasions. She breaks down her wig collection into four distinct categories: The Queens (her best wigs), the Classy Ladies (high-end synthetic wigs), the Party Girls (mid-tier synthetic wigs), and the Hot Mess Ma'ams (the cheapo costume wigs she happily beats to hell and back). Every category has its time and place. The purple wig she wore to the club in The Sight Unseen was a Hot Mess Ma'am she got on Amazon for like $15. (Bonus Wig Fact: She prefers NOT to glue down her wigs, though she used to do so for ballroom competitions and burlesque routines. Her skin is sensitive and easily irritated, and she enjoys changing up her look on an almost daily basis.) Fun Fact #3: Rei loves reading, and she loves reading nonfiction especially. She volunteers are her local library to read books to kids. She typically dresses up in a costume or fancy outfit that fits the theme of the day's book. Rei is QUITE GOOD at acting out children's literature, and kids love her because she's willing to meet them on their level and never talks down to them. She's very good with kids in general. (That may have been more than one fun fact for this last entry...)

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Today, Rei is a double espresso kind of person. She drinks it for utility in the early mornings and to power late-night study sessions. A quick slam of caffeine is just what she needs to power through the day. BUT when she wants something she can savor and isn't in dire need of instant waking up, she goes for a London fog with a pump of lavender syrup. That's her cozy drink on Sunday mornings, curled up in bed with a good book in her favorite bathrobe. Please note that in her club-scene-visiting and dance-competition-dominating and burlesque-performing youth, however, she would down sugar-free Red Bulls by the case. Those were darks times characterized by youthful idiocy joie de vivre and complete disregard for the health of her kidneys.

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[kylekozmikdeluxo]

CW: mental illness

At age 31, I think back to when I was 13. Reverse the numbers, haha. 13, back in the years 2005 and 2006. I'll stretch things a little further to 2007, when I was turning 15...

A lot of these last few years, amidst an ongoing pandemic that continues to mutate in messed up new ways, late stage capitalism clamping down on all aspects of life, and fascists trying their damnedest to regain power and poison the population with hatred- that seems pretty bad, right? Amidst all of this chaos, I've been re-unlocking myself. Or at least younger versions of me that needed fine-tuning, but were instead locked away or over-corrected.

These last three years, however, have not been an easy journey...

For me, this is crucial for my own creative endeavors, namely my writing and my slow move into comic-creating.

At 13-14, I would write and draw some pretty wacky stuff. A lot of it was nonsensical and mostly non-sequiturs, but not in the way something like the Lewis Carroll ALICE stories - off the top of my head - were or similar works of nonsensical storytelling. There really wasn't much of a vibe to it, these were more the ramblings of a young, overexcited autistic who wasn't given the tools to navigate through and around a very neurotypical-inclined world... and a young autistic who had much to learn about the world around them. For example, I had as much understanding of politics as - say - a leafblower. And for context, we're talking the mid-2000s here, where things were much tougher than they are now...

I look back on a lot of that stuff and I often wince at it... Well, the aspects of them that I consider bad, were bad, even. But there's a lot of stuff in there that I still love and still try to incorporate into what it is I do nowadays. That spontaneity, that I miss- That I feel like I might've lost because of my over-correcting of myself, and because I'm three decades old and regularly deal with adult stuff/responsibilities that wrack my autistic/ADHD brain that also dials up my health issues *and* my executive dysfunction to 11.

You see, I made the mistake of showing this stuff that I wrote and drew to the wrong people when I was 13/14... And I got the expected smackdown for it, I acted like a dingus in retaliation, and in the process... I did it to myself and my work, and a lot of it took a hit when I was 15, when I went through a really toxic depressive self-hatred period of my life.

After snapping out of that before I turned 16, I began to write weirdly again, but as I was getting closer to graduating high school... I was reading film criticism, I was "studying" film, I was starting to understand what apparently made good storytelling what it was. And this was on the cusp of the era where straight white men really dominated the film conversation on YouTube and message board forums. The likes of Doug Walker, the Red Letter Media crew, etc.... We were now in the era of multi-part "essays" on why the STAR WARS prequels were worse than nuclear holocaust, tryhard videos on why flawed but distinct blockbuster movies from the '90s should be forgotten and written off as mistakes... Like a young adult trying-to-be-straight fool who wanted to prove themselves and be a "good" storyteller... Someone who knew what they were doing and was destined to make all the things... I had these people on all the time, partially because I really liked the funny bits, but also because... You know...

That isn't to say I always agreed with the Plinkett stuff or the Nostalgia Critic videos. Often times, I vehemently disagreed with a lot of Doug's "observations" on various movies (particularly in his Disneycember reviews from the days of yore), and also was like "Whaaa?" at a lot of what was in the RLM videos... But I typically watched their stuff circa 2011-2017. This was all while I was slowly lurching through college, eventually going for an art degree and getting it. This was during the relatively quiet Obama years and then the spring-launch back into GOP misery when The Former Guy got into office.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to write my weird stuff, but a lot of it got very over-explainy. Like, the weird stuff that just comes to mind... Whenever I wrote it down, in the text, I would overexplain things. I'd write some bullshit reasoning as to why something weird happened in the story, or if the character had a vision, it would be a lot more explicit instead of how a better storyteller - to my estimation - does it. By letting the story itself feel, to immerse the audience in that feeling. The opposite was what I was doing, it'd be like the filmmakers at the Disney studio coming up with some rhyme or reason as to why - say - Dumbo and Timothy both saw Pink Elephants metamorphosing into all these weird-ass things instead of the film just simply showing them accidentally drinking a bucket-full of wine, blowing bubbles in a stupor, and then seeing all that stuff... And then waking up high in the tree. How could I admire such filmmaking in a classic Disney film, and yet not write that way myself?

Because I suppressed it. I was told that it was all awful, that I was "high" when I wrote it, that it was garbage. That it would never go anywhere... So a lot of that correcting of everything, as if a CinemaSins *ding* was going to go off if I so as much wrote a scene as I felt... Was a big mistake.

Yes, I had a lot to learn, and a lot of growing to do. At 31, I'm still growing. I recently came out as queer because I hid/denied a lot of that throughout my life, my politics were very muddy and unfocused for a long while until I shifted more left, you see...

Some people are "late bloomers", they take time to grow into the people they want to be. The problem is, this capitalistic world is constantly telling you that you missed the boat. That you had to be this spontaneous, amazing, do-it-all person at age 18. That I should've been interning at, say, DreamWorks Animation halfway through college. Or should've published my first graphic novel around that time.

At age 31, I've achieved none of that. I had to unlock many parts of myself before I could really seriously commit to making something and confidently putting it out into the world. I mostly hid behind blogging about animation news and making videos about my Disney VHS collection, to the point where social media algorithms have pigeonholed me as that and nothing more than that. And given what all these platforms have become, it's hard to escape that image of you, to stomp that out and be your rebooted, better self.

So what makes that journey hard is that when you see other people seemingly flourishing, you feel like you've missed the boat and that you don't have that spark anymore. Or that you're trying too hard. It can be quite grim being this age, because the world is constantly bellowing at you that you had to have made it as a 20-year-old. You should've traveled, achieved your goals early on, had an amazing social life, etc.

The way I see it now, I'm freeing my 15-year-old self from a prison cell. A once-spontaneous person who was spiraling into despair, and was kind of broken by it... And it's like I'm telling them it's gonna be ok, encouraging them to embrace their weird, guiding them to shed their immature "edge" and lack of self-awareness... Guiding them with my current knowledge, so that they can channel that spontaneity and weirdness into something.

When I threw away the "rule book" when COVID-19 hit in early 2020, and started writing like I used to, when I was 12-15 back in the mid-2000s... It was a real joy. It was a stepping stone to what it is I do now, but it was an important first step.

[benbenblog]

When will the wolf's ambition of the plague turtle end?

Today's Xiguo is precarious, and it is no longer like the grand appearance of the founding of the People's Republic of China. President Guo Wengui is burdened with debts and indiscriminate lawsuits. After all, whether it is hunger marketing only for one-time fraud, or the use of empathy to harvest leeks, the final result is that the comrades in arms are caught in the cycle of fraud and unable to escape, and become the humble pawns of the great cause of debt repayment. Once committed to one of them , then the coercion and temptation of the plague turtle will follow one after another, confiscate the "Xi Coin" and label it as a "pseudo-type", fully convinced that the current situation of Xiguo is the current situation of Xiguo, and I advise the little ants to report their losses in a timely manner.

Recently, the swindle of Xiguo has been unresolved. The "Xibi" project has only been launched for one month. Wengui can't wait to push the project to continue the road of cutting leeks. Previously, the "Xibi" fraud was exposed and criticized by many parties. , and then there is the "Happy Coin" road of the "Laying Coin" project on the line. No, Wen Gui has a "turtle" whimsy, and the "Laying Coin" plan comes on stage. President Xi Guoda's explanation for the "Laying Coin" is that : "As long as you are lying flat on 'Chicken Body Odor' for 8 hours, you can get 'Laying Coins', which can be exchanged for cash overseas immediately, and is linked to 20% gold like 'Happy Coins'. The efficiency of obtaining the 'flat coin' is also not the same, and all those who participate in obtaining the 'flat coin' can be eligible to participate in the 'flat coin'." I have to say that the plague turtle is so smart, and directly give it to the little one. The ants draw flat pie, and let the little ants make money while they sleep. There is no such thing as a pie in the world. If there is, there will be no one who will "lie down". The purpose of this plan must be to harvest ants and leeks. I advise the little ants to recognize the reality and not be fooled!

On the other hand, "Xi Coin", which was launched on the cusp of Wengui, had previously experienced a "withdrawal fever". However, some investors personally proved that "Xi Coin" could not be withdrawn, and then Wengui immediately claimed that the withdrawal function "has not been launched yet." ” However, now Benggui has begun to forcefully buy and sell, forcefully promote the three-year currency lock policy and hold it on behalf of them, and even began to coerce and lure ants to go offline for their own profit. Such deceptive behaviors have turned into outright robbing. It is the common anger of heaven and mankind, and the "100,000 withdrawal" mentioned before has become a blatant lie, forcibly intercepting Ant's funds, and then behind the three-year lock-up of coins must be the link's own debt crisis, in order to continue to survive, " The illegal behavior of "Xi Coin" fraud + lock-up fund raising will definitely attract the attention of law enforcement agencies. Manually control the appreciation of "Xi Coin" to attract Xiaobai's investment, and then forcefully raise funds for their own squandering. If you want to avoid losing all your money, the little ants must Stay away from scammers and keep yourself clean. So far, not only the withdrawal of 260,000 is pure nonsense, but the withdrawal of 2,000 is basically hopeless. The unlisted Happy Coins are only idling internally, and the cash has already flowed into the pockets of Wengui.

   Since the birth of "Xi Coin", he has been able to see his future. No matter how the plague turtle blows it into the sky, he will not be able to escape the ending of premature death. With the continuous intervention of law enforcement agencies and the self-consciousness of the little ants , Wen Gui's deception gradually became explicit, and even began to openly rob. In fact, after thinking about it, Guo’s scam is not without a trace. Most of the “chicken body odor”, “chicken series” and “Xi coin” follow a routine, the operation mode of oral gun + seduction + long-term investment, vowing to squeeze the flesh and blood of investors. Able to abandon it, there must be many people in Xiguo like Xia Chunfeng. The so-called future billionaires are curled up in the basement, eating cheap canned food, and investing all their money in Plague Turtles, in exchange for Abandonment after no use value. On the other hand, the plague tortoise, wantonly squandering the flesh and blood of the ants, eats fragrant and spicy food, turns his face faster than a dog, knocks on the bones and sucks the marrow, and eats ten ducks and ten eats is extremely ugly. , it must be the downfall of the great president, the tortoise, before Xiguo Ant can become a normal person.

According to some netizens, the entire Xiguo or even the "Xi Fed" company does not exist, and Hao Haidong is a well-known celebrity. In the live broadcast, he admitted that no matter how much money he can make, he will not invest in "Xi Coin", and everyone The little ants have tried and tested the relief of the plague turtle. The plague turtle's open-faced fraudulent face is extremely ugly. I advise the ants to stay away as soon as possible. , Eternal as a negative teaching material!

[thequibblah]

⭐️ would love some commentary on that dancing scene (or really any commentary on the various parties thrown by the marauders) from the party happening next to the Potions Club party ⭐️

WELL WELL WELL

"This is...a lot of trouble to go to." "It's the Marauders. They love trouble."

i love writing party scenes (as i'm sure you all know lol) and one of the best/worst things w the marauders parties is striking a balance between their, uh, audacious plans, and what's realistically possible at hogwarts without getting caught. (aka literally why i made up the dodgy lodgings). i went back and forth so long on whether or not they could plausibly have managed that with slughorn's dinner next door, but then was like ah whatever the party has to happen for plot reasons so.... plot ex machina??

anyway, i love using parties to establish character — what a brilliant stage of teenage performance they provide. i love contrasting the hogwarts parties to, say, evan wronecki's — for instance, how lily and co. are more at ease in the former, as seventh years, with their classmates hosting, than they were at evan's nye bash

i also love that it gives me space to establish who is and isn't popular, so to speak, but also who acts or doesn't act the way we presume popular kids will act

doe, for instance, who is by all accounts a level-headed and non-wild person, has a more exciting time on net at marauders' parties than mary (drinking game, kissing remus), though she's not a big drinker and isn't really into parties. but she's comfortable in her own little social circle at a bigger event (like with michael at evan's) and so isn't bothered at all by the marauders' do, because...

She did, in fact, trust the Marauders. Her general belief in the inherent goodness of people notwithstanding, she didn't think they would do anything to harm their friends. Intentionally.

this bit always makes me laugh

as with many things, i feel very saddened that i didn't get to make more out of the fools' olympics (although one could argue that The Dance was a pro) — as in, i wish i'd been able to squeeze more of it into the story itself. i could probably come up with a list of tasks and who completed them LOL

WAIT OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS it just might be my favourite part of this chapter

"How did you do that?" Gillian said, glancing between the other two girls. "Just — drink it without a second thought?" "Practice," said Mary. "Scottish — constitution," David said hoarsely. "I once drank some of Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mass Remover," said Priya.

priya is all i aspire to be

can i say, too, it's hilarious to me how many people worried niamh would be a james love interest? i feel like you will not rest easy on that count until he and lily are together... but that is not where the danger lies babes

circling back to popularity/unpopularity, another fun outlier. gillian is first established, in 33, as someone with friends (we see her around sara and in the seventh-year ravenclaws' compartment) but she's not exactly at ease at the party either — recall how she hesitates when mary invites her. only later, in 38, do we realise that our opinion of her has been skewed by the narration (from doe, who naturally assumes any friendly, nice person must have a wealth of friends and be floating through life; and mary, who naturally assumes anyone she isn't bored by must have the social skills of a medieval noblewoman at court), and she's a bit of a pariah in her own house

david, on the other hand, is just flat-out not in his element. and not because of the drinking or the, er, general revelry (see: summer with mary!), even though he doesn't partake much in either. unlike doe, the company breaks rather than makes his enjoyment — he's acutely aware, the whole time, that his cooler, more liked brother is around:

"Not your scene?" "What gave it away?" said David drily. As one they looked at Chris...

...and mary has intuited as much too, even though she has a lot more in common, superficially speaking, with chris than david

so, i think while i was writing this chapter i made a post complaining about how, as much as i love juggling the constraints of historical fiction, i hate that music from the 70s limits me in terms of tracklists. i.e., when i say a certain record is playing i can't just hit shuffle and go somewhere entirely different to set the mood shortly thereafter

this problem was because i wanted, NAY, NEEDED, to have "martha my dear" playing in the aftermath of that mary and david interaction. of course, time passes in that section break, but since "come and get it," which they talk about it, is a sirius song (though it could be a mary song), and i feel too strongly about needle drops to let that conversation go without a soundtrack. germaine even correctly guesses the white album is on because of mary:

Apparently Mary got fonder of the White Album the drunker she was.

...and of course the song itself makes me squeal with how very mary it is — not that it is something she would listen to, necessarily, or identify with (it would hold up too close of a mirror, ha), but it sounds like it could've been written about her ("hold your head up, you silly girl/look what you've done/when you find yourself in the thick of it/help yourself to a bit of what is all around you," which really sums up the entirety of her portree holiday, lol)

BUT! if "martha my dear" is to play here, then i have some Serious Chronology Concerns. i knew germeline had to kiss and jily had to dance and ideally in that order. but what would those scenes be soundtracked by!!!! i was limited to side two of the white album!!!

so i did the healthy thing and panic-listened to the white album. "don't pass me by" was, right away, an easy lock for the dance, because it's danceable, but not in a way that would've scared lily off. lyrically, it feels GREAT for jily in this moment, on the cusp of lily's realisation ("waiting for your knock, dear [...] i don't hear it, does it mean you don't love me anymore?" vs OF COURSE "don't pass me by [...] 'cause you know darling, i love only you"). i feel about "don't pass me by" the same way as NYT critic nik cohn: it's "straight ahead and clumsy and greatly enjoyable, backed by a beautiful hurdy-gurdy organ," which, if that isn't everything i wanted to evoke with the dance itself!!!!!!

ok we'll circle back to this, but onward with the musical discussion

thus i had four songs to choose from, between "martha my dear" and "don't pass me by," for the germeline scene — "piggies," "blackbird," "i'm so tired," and "rocky raccoon." the latter is on my sirius playlist, so auto-no; "piggies" is, well, like that, so also a no. "blackbird" is a certified germaine classic that was written personally by paul mccartney for germaine, but it seemed too introspective for the moment. i don't think i'd ever listened to "i'm so tired" before this panicked searching, and honestly it must be some wild luck that it is. just SO RIGHT!!!! it's so lethargic and tortured and angsty and, well, a bit of a stoner song, so.... it's THERE

AND NOW for the dance! true story, i initially wanted jily to have a real conversation, after the party. i had the dance in there and then james would catch up with lily after to be like, "hey i was wrong actually, you should write to petunia." but then i realised i wanted james and sirius to have a conversation about the bike/money, and i wanted it to strike a different chord, tonally, than the jily conversation. then i realised it would be too much to have both and i'd need to condense that conversation into the dance. VERY nearly cut the dance in favour of the conversation but wow i am glad i didn't

The tinkling piano signalled the start of the next song; she extended a hand, very matter-of-factly, to James, "Come on, this is a good one."

not pictured: james having a fucking breakdown

obviously, i could have gone the route of a genuine dramatic dance, but as previously mentioned lily would have chickened out, and i wanted to have this be an experience she could look back on and pine about because of how fun it was and james totally doesn't like her back

Loath as she was to admit it, this most indelicate of waltzes suited the plodding chords of "Don't Pass Me By." And worst of all, once they had stopped stepping on each other's feet James started to sing, in the poorest possible Ringo imitation she had ever heard in her life.

by the way, attentive readers of blink three times will recall:

He finally starts to lead — thank goodness, because she’s not the one who was forced into formal dance lessons as a child...

so in 36, this is james being drunk, but it is also james being silly on purpose because not only is he JAMES and so he must take the mick, he also knows it will put lily at ease

okay, and this bit:

"Don't pass me by, don't make me cry, don't make me blue," they both shouted rather than sang, "'Cause you know darling—" Lily broke off, laughing, dimly aware that she had done so to avoid saying I love only you while staring right at him.

from the FIRST MOMENT i picked out "don't pass me by," i knew i knew I KNEW that lily would have thoughts about this line. at this point in the story if someone questioned her about it she would probably have a full-scale breakdown about her male friends vs her female friends ("but no... i suppose i wouldn't mind saying it to remus.... but that's different!" how is it different, lily? "it's different!")

anyway, the bottom line is she could NOT abide saying it. i enjoyed writing that because 1. same girl and 2. it felt like a nice bit of close foreshadowing for her realisation, which i knew was coming soon. so that's a really circular way of saying, i knew what it meant but ideally to readers it was just oh this will mean something far-off in the future!!! which is usually true for me but SURPRISE babey it was just two chapters away!!!

note btw that lily "falls for james"

Lily spun faster than she’d intended to. The room was a brief, kaleidoscope blur. Then there was James. “Jesus, Evans,” he said, steadying her as the next track began.

>:)

and after i thought tracklists would fuck me up, i turned them into my WEAPON!!

Huffing, she stepped out of his arms. (There were some songs you could sing along to with your mates, and “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?” was not one of them.)

(so, you know, keep in mind that for the rest of this conversation, paul is in the background howling "no one will be watching us/why don't we do it in the road?")

also:

"...I’m not drinking tonight, but I’d better get the royal treatment after we win on Saturday."

and then what happened <3

wait jesus oh my god i really went hard on this huh

She only saw its result: the easy grin had given way to an expression so serious it was almost sweet.

LILY??????

and hey, remember when:

...because in chapter 26:

Dex’s measured opinions about the wizarding world seemed more the result of upbringing and inexperience than ill will, but Lily had not expected a radical change of heart.

...but then in 36:

He was right, damn it. And a part of her had known all along, had sought him out expressly so that he would say the opposite thing to her. He’d gone and proven her wrong. She broke the staring match first [...] “What brought on the change of heart?” “It’s a long story, and I expect it’ll have an unsatisfying end if I told it to you.” Lily scoffed, but James had on that maddening grin that meant he would not budge. “Oh, all right.” Softer, she added, “Thank you.” He began to back away, towards the bar. “It’s give and take, Evans.”

in conclusion, i never forget, besties

[elkian]

I was gonna do a “missing the point”-style meme but I’m honestly not sure that would even work tho so:

Harry Potter and My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia have similar issues with introducing and then immediately ignoring ENORMOUS issues re: ableism.

I think these two series in specific come to mind bc it’s ableism within a specific empowered community, and in both cases the series are pretty well-known and the community (Wix/Heroes) are immediately identifiable to many audiences.

[WARNING: Discussions of ableism, child harm, and abuse on multiple levels.]

What’s the problem?

SQUIBS.

[This post got stupid huge SO here is a tl,dr for all you lovely people who understandably have no time for this.

TL, DR: Both Harry Potter and Boku No Hero have a bad tendency to implement or imply a level of disability regarding unempowered people in empowered societies. They then continue on to completely disregard important conclusions to these implications, such as how heavily it is implied that these unempowered people (Squibs) are so ‘worthless’ to those societies that their very deaths are merely a byline rather than an actual tragedy.

This is especially troubling in MHA/BNHA when so many other political and worldbuilding considerations HAVE been planned out, and seems to be less-discussed in the fandom as a whole, so that’s a much larger chunk of this post.]

That’s your tl, dr!

Here’s the Harry Potter angle:

HP has a bit that I’ve seen people discussing already: Neville’s magic was discovered when his uncle dropped a literal child a potenial lethal distance. 

Neville activating his power and surviving is celebrated, and then JKR immediately glosses over the glaring issue this has introduced: the heavy implication that a Squib dying from this incident would have not have been mourned or even really commented on.

The few adult Squibs (and isn’t that a whole new slice of wonderful /j) are generally disliked and ridiculed for some reason or other. Now, while obviously there are plenty of places where the Venn diagram of “disabled” and “asshole” intersect irl, when your ONLY presentation of a disabled character or group is, every time, an asshole or a fool or both, boy! That’s bad!

Neville (who is generally presented as magically, physically, and mentally weak and often treated as comic relief) is a bit better via the POV Character constantly having positive interactions with him, but this is still a mess. Yes, Neville canonically is not a Squib, but it’s not subtle that he’s on the cusp OF being a Squib, and that is a key element of ridiculing him in many situations (also the whole trauma thing multiple times, like if I really get into it I could do a whole double-size post of how Neville was done dirty or nearly dirty by JK all the time but this isn’t that post).

This isn’t even the point of this post. Let’s move to MHA/BNHA

Hero Academia has differing but honestly even worse issues. And I’m aware that different countries handle ableism and accessibility in different ways, but if you think too hard about it this is an absolute clusterfuck.

What is the problem now?

Squibs! Or rather, the main character of the series, Midoriya Izuku.

Deku (a nickname meaning “useless”! Imparted after his disability is recognized! hilarity!!) is also born without powers. Even worse in some ways, he is born without powers in a world where the overwhelming majority of the global population has some kind of empowerment. I can’t recall if it’s outright stated or only implied that someone with a functionally useless (and hoo boy, usefullness to society is its own post nope not today i do not have that much energy) Quirk is still more of a person than a Quirkless human.

That sink in? Okay, let’s move on.

In a narratively not-uncommon turn of events, Deku gains power. This is partially a product of, and directly tied to, his own work and determination, as well as his willingness to help even when physically outmatched.

To an American audience (NOT the intended audience though I wouldn’t doubt it if Horikoshi meant to have international appeal more or less from the start), this is a deeply satisfying narrative. Who doesn’t love an underdog story? And we even learn that the strongest hero of all time (til this point, anyways) was ALSO born Quirkless!

However, from here, things take a nosedive.

The key problem is a combination of story progression and overall thought put into worldbuilding. Horikoshi’s efforts may not be the MOST thorough, but he has put a great deal of work and thought into his creation (he at least understands the concept of implications and sometimes plans accordingly, looking at you JKR). However, that tied with story progression and personal repercussions actually works to the detriment of the matter.

Especially given recent turns of events.

 [BIG MEGA SPOILERS FOR FAIRLY RECENT PLOT

 STOP HERE IF YOU’RE NOT CAUGHT UP

 SERIOUSLY]

 What I mean by this is the current state of events re: two particular recent/recent-ish plot arcs.

First, Quirk Removal, and second, Endeavor’s comeuppance.

Quirk Removal/Loss was the start of my realization to what the narrative was doing regarding Izuku’s Quirklessness and the state of being overall.

This arc was a perfect time to bring up Midoriya’s past! A lot of Western works certainly would have done so! And yes, it may be bordering on done-to-death, but many elements of Hero Academia put new twists on common themes and cliches; it wasn’t unreasonable to hope that he might do it again.

Instead, little to NOTHING is discussed during this time! In fact, iirc I’d go so far as to say Midoriya straight-up never considers his past at any point during this arc!? If I’m wrong then it obviously made little impact.

NOW, not every disabled character needs to incorporate their disability and/or skills gleaned from living with it in every narrative. In fact, it would get tedious and questionable if they did (note: this does NOT mean ignoring/forgetting the character is even disabled when convenient. Like, I’d like to think that’s the obvious point of this post but... *gestures at tumblr*). 

But the complete lack of it here feels really weird. Like, almost hollow. I think Midoriya makes some kind of suggestion to Mirio of his former Quirklessness at the end of the arc, but nothing that made any kind of impact.

Let’s move on.

Endeavor.

Now, the problem with Endeavor’s arc is not the arc itself. Or, rather, it’s the fact that Endeavor’s Comeuppance is pretty good.

This is a problem because someone else should be getting this exact same arc, yet the issue is never even RECOGNIZED, let alone addressed.

Endeavor’s abuse of his wife and children, all in the name of creating a Heroic legacy, is publicized and tanks his popularity. The general public is now aware of what he’s done to the people closest to him, which aside from giving him a more correct reputation, means they can’t trust him to protect them if they can’t trust him to protect his own family.

This isn’t the goal of this post and I’m no expert regardless, but up to this point (around chapter 290) this was handled in an interesting way. Endeavor is humanized and often shown interacting with people in a way that, while often domineering, isn’t always aggressive or abusive. He runs a Hero Agency for crying out loud! But abuse in the real world often isn’t constant, nor happening to everyone in contact with the abuser. So this is a surprisingly good lead up to the reveal, where you can understand how most people never realized this was an issue.

But here’s my main point. Let’s examine some traits and actions that come up:

physically abusive to a child (often dangerously so) to the point of permanent trauma and severe scarring in some cases

target of abuse was weaker (physically and/or regarding Quirk power)

often abused victim emotionally/psychologically, bringing this weakness up again and again

own immense power led to rising in the world of Heroics

comrades, fellow Heroes, UA teachers etc. not aware of prior abuse issues

Who does this sound like?

Endeavor, who has a whole fucking arc dedicated to this reveal and repercussions?

Or Bakugou?

Reminder: This isn’t a hate post. This isn’t a character post, or even an abuse post. This is about ableism.

Bakugou exhibits many, many traits and actions that Endeavor was literally just punished for. So why does the treatment of these characters in-universe differ so drastically?

Two primary reasons I can think of, which feed into each other:

1) Bakugou was a child (still technically is a minor, remember! Still a first-year high schooler!) when this started. This doesn’t mean he’s strictly innocent, but it’s an important point, because it leads us to

2) Bakugou Katsuki’s abuse of Midoriya Izuku is socially accepted.

Reminder of the audience’s first encounter with Katsuki. The very first page with him is him and his grade-school posse picking on a kid that Izuku is trying to protect. His posse is showing off their Quirk powers and mocking Izuku’s lack thereof.

Then we flash forward to late-middle school versions of the kids. Bakugou, in front of a fucking teacher and entire class, is verbally, physically, etc. abusive to Izuku. He trashes his stuff, threatens him, tells him to kill himself (which, as Izuku notes later, is a fucking felony in Japan too).

No one stops him.

No one criticizes him.

We don’t even get a shot of like, some more ‘regular’ students being like “man Bakugou’s kinda fucked up but we’re too scared to do anything about it” NO. NO. Everyone more or less either backs Katsuki up or straight up doesn’t care.

Remember that this started when Katsuki and Izuku were four. Remember that Katsuki’s power is absurdly dangerous, ie. LITERAL. GODDAMN. EXPLOSIONS.

Izuku has scars. He probably has hearing loss! He may have gotten at least one concussion which can cause serious neurological issues and open him up to further risk!

He could have died.

And?

NO ONE. DOES. ANYTHING.

THIS is the point of the post. THIS is the value placed on Quirkless people in this society.

And yet. Despite Endeavor’s comeuppance. Despite All Might and Izuku’s blatant ‘value’ to society through Heroics. Despite so many other political implications and quandaries address in the Hero Academia series.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing about this is addressed. The nearly-lethal ableism towards Quirkless people in this society is never ONCE brought up properly once Izuku receives One For All.

There is so much potential here! There is so much worth talking about! And yet we’ve moved into what feels very much like the Final Battle without it being addessed, despite numerous, numerous opportunities for a meaningful conversation about it along the way.

Mirio losing his power! Hell, Mirio’s powers’ drawbacks (and pretty much every Quirk’s drawback! if acknowledged properly!) border on a disability-analogue, and even more when Yuga’s laser comes up, and yet again and again we fail to truly engage with the matter in a meaningful way.

At this point, even if it comes up in the finale, I’m going to be disappointed in this particular aspect of the series due to the complete and total shut-down it’s been given so far.

What the FUCK, Horikoshi?

[amateurasstrologer]

DEEPER ASTROLOGY SHIT #3 THE THICK-ASS CROSS

Don’t let that beautiful name fool you. The Thick-Ass Cross is just the title for the relationship between the Ascendant, IC, Descendant, and Midheaven. If you don’t know what those four degrees are, look at this janky ass picture:

Great. Those two thick ass lines make up The Thick-Ass Cross, and that cross is gonna be your compass for your little self-discovery journey (aka Life). Understanding the significance of these four degrees is critical. They’re the context for the rest of the shit in your chart. Every chart has a Thick-Ass Cross. It helps you track your progress as you go through the process of learning how to be yourself in the world. Are the other house cusps important? Yeah. But we all know bigger is better. The thin-ass lines aren’t as crucial as these four mf-ers. So don’t worry about them for now.

First: One of the best things about Astrology is that it’s actually two things in one. When you look at your chart, you get (1) an overall snapshot of your potential and also (2) a map of how to get there. You get space and time in one. It’s a beautiful thing. For this post, we’re looking at (2) - the movement and evolution from the AC to the IC to the DC to the MC. These four degrees take you from one little feeling (AC) to a real live human being (MC). It goes like this:

THE ASCENDANT

You gotta start somewhere. So start at the beginning. The Ascendant is your pure essence. It’s the deepest, realest quality of who you are. There aren’t words to describe it - it’s something that you (and only you) feel. It is the string that holds all the beads of experiences together in your little life necklace. Every experience you have, thought you have, feeling you have grows out of the seed that is The Ascendant. The Ascendant shares the same qualities as Aries - all feeling, totally subjective, very pure. Way back when you were a little spirit fucking around out there in the ether thinking like, “damn I’m tired of being a lame ass intagible thing I wanna go get my substance on,” the Ascendant was what you planned to get out of living. This degree is so important. It’s why you’re even fucking with Life in the first place.

THE IC (IMUM COELI)

But just knowing why you’re here isn’t going to tell you how to get anywhere. Yeah, you’re a pure little thing and you can feel yourself, good for you. But you want to be real, so you’ve gotta start working that little identity out so it can beef itself up into something that can be seen and experienced and all that good stuff. So, next stop on the self-exploration train in the IC.

The IC is your identity. What’s the difference between your essence and identity? Astrologically speaking: Essence is pure and true and it is what it is; Identity is creative - it’s the persona you create for yourself. When you start defining yourself, thinking to yourself, “this is who I am,” you’ve crossed into IC territory. Defining and identifying yourself is a creative process. It has a Cancer quality. You’ve moved past just being who you are and you’ve started thinking, “shit, how am I going to turn these feelings into something real, how am I going to become myself, what the fuck even is a self?” Why do you think Cancer can become paralyzed with fear and totally unable to express itself? It’s working out some heavy questions. But. At the end of the day. You gotta develop a stable identity to move forward with your life - whatever that shit may be.

THE DESCENDANT

The Descendant is a turning point. Now, you step onto the scene for real. The Descendant is you coming face to face with some hard ass truths about yourself. It‘s all chill when you’re just hanging out developing some little ideas and opinions about yourself, but dang. The shit gets real when you gotta go out into the World and put your persona on the line. As soon as you start to test out your identity in the world, all the things you thought you knew about yourself go out the fucking window. Like Libra, the DC shows how and what you need to learn to be in relationship with the world and all the people and things in it. What actually happens when you start trying to be yourself - what does your Ascendant actually look like in action? Spolier: It looks like the Descendant.

The DC is a challenging degree. It starts the process of you actively being yourself in the World; you’re no longer just feeling yourself safely from inside your own head. The movement from Libra to Capricorn (or DC to MC, 7th house to 10th house) is where we have to come up against the reality of ourselves - we don’t always like what we see when we have to actually see ourselves reflected back at us from the World. But, like Libra, there’s two sides. Important to note that the DC is also a serious source of inspiration when we do come across the pieces of ourselves that we love and admire out in the World.

THE MIDHEAVEN

Through dealing with the reality of yourself in the world you get to come to a place where you see and accept yourself for who you are: The Midheaven is you when you’ve dealt with your shit. It’s your essence (AC) in action. You’re past engaging in some crazy ass shit, past imagining who you might be and trying to figure out who you are. The MC is you when you’re on top of your shit, when you’re confident in who you are, and when you’ve established yourself in the world. It’s the full on tree that grew from your baby Ascendant seed. You’re no longer worrying about the fucking seasons and all the conducive to growth bullshit. You’ve grown. You’ve taken an intangible, inexpressible feeling and from that you created an entire identity, then you put that identity on the damn line and you learned and you shared and now you’re solid enough in who you are that you can maybe think about dishing out some shade or some apples or whatever the fuck altruistic shit you got going on in your grown ass tree life.

The MC has a Capricorn quality. It’s you when you’re established. When you’re standing tall and you’ve turned a feeling into something tangible and real and powerful. Now you’re ready use your own power to empower others and contribute something meaningful to the World. Spoiler: your contribution is yourself.

THE ASCENDANT

Welcome back.

Last: Your chart is gonna look different to you depending on where you’re at in your life. Sometimes you’re closer to the AC, other times the MC. But if you ever feel lost and confused, the four degrees of The Thick-Ass Cross can help you get an idea of why you’re here, where you’re headed, and what moving forward in life will look like for you.

Peace, bitches.

XO BULLSHIT FREE ASTROLOGY

[makaylajadewrites]

Origin

Summary: Bria Monique was an entity created from lonely nights, complex textbooks, and an abnormal fascination for makeup. She creeped out of the mind of a boy suffering from an identity crisis at the young age of sixteen, but said boy was in a division all his own anyway.

Potential tws: N/A

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Bria Monique was an entity created from lonely nights, complex textbooks, and an abnormal fascination for makeup. She creeped out of the mind of a boy suffering from an identity crisis at the young age of sixteen, but said boy was in a division all his own anyway. Still recognized as a child yet more intelligent than most adults, he was living on the cusp of childhood and adulthood, and he didn’t know who he was. He had stumbled upon drag by mistake, really. The LGBT alliance at Caltech had been messing around in one of the theaters, and while sitting somewhere in the empty rows, waiting on a lecture that wasn’t due for another few hours, Spencer was entranced by the performance, even if it wasn’t meant for his eyes to see.

“Work it, honey!” A voice called, filled with positivity and encouragement, as an individual in a rather extravagant getup strutted across the stage and posed for the nonexistent audience, a smile spread across their painted lips. Young Spencer didn’t know what to think, because his mind quickly supplied that the individual was in fact a man but with every aspect of femininity taking over his existence. He was gorgeous, whatever he chose to identity as, and Spencer briefly wondered if he could look like that too. The individual was powerful in their own way, and the sheer confidence they expressed in the simplest of movements was enough to make Spencer somewhat fascinated. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, but it had his attention, and he settled in then and there - he wanted to try. Spencer ducked down slightly to avoid being seen as the individual crossed the front of the stage, and fortunately he wasn’t, but as soon as he got home that evening from riding the bus, he walked to the nearest drugstore, compelled by his own curiosity to test out what he had saw; an experiment of sorts.

He picked out a small tube of peach lipgloss, a pink and green mascara, and a shimmery pink powder - he didn’t know what it was for, but it was eye-catching, so he wanted to try it and see if he could be that confident in himself too. When he made it home, Spencer discovered that Mom was having one of her episodes. He got her to bed with a bit of stubbornness on her part, and once he was sure she was asleep for the night, he found himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and just pursing his lips slightly, quick to point out many of his own flaws. His nose was too small, his cheeks were too gaunt, his forehead was too big, his lips were too feminine, his brows were too bushy… Everything was just wrong and he found himself avoiding his appearance quite often.

He glanced down to the three articles of makeup on the marble counter, swallowing nervously and reaching for the mascara first. Luckily, he had seen Mom apply it before, so he knew vaguely how to put it on without gouging an eye out. He pulled the wand out of the tube with a little pop and stared at the black cosmetic with a tension in his jaw before setting it down again and sighing heavily, his head falling.

Was he really about to do this? Was he really this low?

Yes, yes he was.

Spencer looked up again with a newfound sense of determination, and slowly and carefully, he swiped the mascara on his top and bottom lashes, realizing that they were a lot longer than he originally thought. He batted them several times, and he realized he already looked a bit different from his usual state. He then picked up the powder, overlooking it critically before swiping his index finger over it and patting it across his cheekbones. He turned his head from side to side, seeing how the light reflected over the applied powder. It was somewhat subtle, but definitely noticeable, and it seemed to accentuate the structure of his face. He did the math in his head of symmetry, and since most symmetry enjoyed a center point, he dabbed a bit of the powder on the tip of his nose too.

But he wasn’t done just yet. He was really liking the makeup so far, as sparse as it was, but the lipgloss was what did him in. He swiped the fruity-tasting gloss over his cupid’s bow and across his full bottom lip, and the person he saw in the mirror was no longer Spencer Reid. He didn’t know he could look like this, and when he saw his reflection smiling back at him, he actually felt pretty. He cupped his cheek in one hand, overlooking every fine detail and realizing that makeup could do so much for him. His fascination spiraled from there.

When he was eighteen, he entered into his first drag show. He was fresh meat, but he had two years of experimentation under the belt that definitely helped him when it came to makeup and wardrobe choice. But he didn’t have a name like most queens - that was the most difficult part for him.

One day walking across campus, to and from class, he saw a poster taped to the wall that said Be Unique and he knew then and there, that it had to be close to that. Bria Monique was the result, and although it wasn’t exact, it was close, and it held meaning to Spencer. That was all that mattered, after all. Some drag names were funny, clever, and others were normal. Spencer didn’t need his name to be something extravagant. It was important to him and the very birth of his drag persona - that was crucial.

His first show hadn’t been easy by any means. He had never performed before, and he was new, but fortunately the other queens held his hand through it and gave him a whole new support system that he hadn’t known existed before. So, when he came off of the stage with tears in his eyes, believing he had made a fool of himself, they were there to tell him that he did good, and that this was just a stepping stone for him and his development as not only a drag queen, but a person. He was empowered, more than he had ever been, and it quickly became an important piece of his life.

It was never something he broadcasted, but he didn’t necessarily keep it a secret. Drag queens didn’t often come up in conversations between FBI agents, so he never really had to disclose it to anyone. It wasn’t relevant in his work life, and he never thought it would be until he had gone and practically revealed himself to others. The first mistake of forgotten nail polish all the way to fixing Penelope’s makeup — they were both slip-ups, but they happened and it was too late to take it back now. Besides, his team supported him regardless, and even though they most likely saw him in a new light, he was not judged or treated any differently. The brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid, who happened to enjoy the extravagant hobby of drag, was not viewed any differently than he was before. His input was still just as valuable and his work was still credited to him and him alone.

He was the same person, just with an alternate persona he used for performing, and his team’s acceptance was probably the greatest form of support he could ever hope for. He had struggled through many hardships in his life, and he was just happy to know that the revelation of himself to his peers was not one of them.

Derek’s support alone was enough. He had told that man just about everything there was to know about him, from the emotional and physical abuse at the hands of his father and schoolmates to taking care of his mother from the age of ten to eighteen. Their relationship didn’t sway because of Spencer’s origin; the hardest part of all was accepting that he found someone who loved him for him, and he didn’t think he would ever get over that.

<-Part 6: The Performance | Part 8: What a Woman->

[solarcali]

hii! can i get a synastry ship with the boyz jacob (born between 9:40-10am in toronto, canada)? i m a capricorn sun and mercury, aquarius moon, rising and venus and aries mars

Hi ! 💚💙💜

Synastry with Jacob :

Jacob has his Sun and Venus in Gemini, an air sign like your Aquarius Moon, Venus and Ascendant. The Sun and Moon trine makes the two of you natural partners, you feel comfortable with him and his witty and clever Gemini Sun stimulates your Aquarius Moon. The Moon represents your deepest needs and emotions. So you relate to him while he feels understood and nurtured by you. With your Venus forming a trine aspect you have the same love language, friendly, a bit flirty. It's all about the communication. He likes how intelligent and unconventional you can be. 

With the Moon-Venus contact there is a sort of unconditional love on his part especially. You would feel accepted and allow yourself to be authentic which is important for your Aquarius placements.

His Gemini Sun falls in his 11th house, the house of Aquarius, of friends and organisations. So he understands your Aquarius energy, he wants to evolve in a humanitarian, progressive field. His friends are very important to him and he'd likely want to form a friendship with you at first. Something that your Aquarius Venus would like, as Aquarius is the sign of friendship.

Your ascendants are in opposite signs, his in Leo, yours in Aquarius. Because the Descendant, the point opposite to the Ascendant, defines the cusp of the 7th house of partnership, of what we attract and complements us in relationships, we can say that you two are each other's type! His type is Aquarius, people who are group oriented and who can help him get out of his ego a little, your type is Leo, someone who can help you express yourself and put yourself first.

Your Moon and Venus also fall in his 7th house. This is amazing, it makes you his ideal partner and lover. The bond would be very emotional and romantic, as Venus is the planet of love. His Jupiter is in Aquarius too, and Jupiter expands everything it touches, so here it would expand the romance (Venus), expand the emotions (Moon), and expand you in a way (your ascendant), he would encourage you, support you.

His Taurus Mercury makes the communication with your Capricorn Mercury very easy. You both think logically, you like to experience things in order to understand them, you need facts to be convinced, you are not easily fooled. And his Taurus Mercury rules his Gemini Sun, so this makes him a bit more earthy than the typical Gemini, a bit more like your own earthy Capricorn Sun.

 At times, he could have a hard time really getting you since his Mercury squares your Aquarius placements. He could be stubborn and kinda "basic" in the way he thinks, and you have a very open-minded, creative almost experimental side to you. But even though it would take time for him to adjust to your quirkiness, he would still like it because his Venus is trining all your Aquarius placements. 😊

One thing that could be challenging is the Mars-Saturn conjunction in Aries squaring your Capricorn placements. Saturn is the planet of rules, discipline. It tries to control what it touches. So in this case he would try to control your Mars, which is the impulsive, masculine side of you. He could be critical when you get angry. He could be controlling a little of what you say or how you express yourself. It doesn't have to be that extreme, but he would take on a parental role with you. Since Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, there is a side of you that probably wouldn't mind that, because you'd understand this is his way of showing that he cares and feels involved.

His Virgo Mars trines your Capricorn Sun and Mercury. He would feel supported by you. You would know what to say to motivate him. He would be someone reliable and you would like his efficiency, how hard working he is. 

His Pisces Moon matches your Capricorn placements too. Your Capricorn Sun and Mercury likely fall in your 12th house, the house of Pisces, of dreams, spirituality, all things that are not tangible. It makes you very empathetic and imaginative, something that his compassionate Pisces Moon would understand. The bond would have a magical, dreamy vibe. You would feel deeply understood, cared for. Pisces and Capricorn also match well. His Moon makes him very emotionally adaptable and caring, and your Capricorn Sun can be a bit withdrawn, you're not someone who is easy to know. There is a part of you that is hidden, could be even to your own eyes, but his Pisces Moon would see through the veil. 😊

This would be a.lovely relationship! 🍀🍀🍀💚💚💚

[elopez7228]

Scenic route 23/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774 

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

***

Perched on the sidewalk with his elbows on his knees, Ben Solo lit a cigarette.

With his other hand he scrolled through his phone, reading and re-reading Rey's last messages.

He knew exactly where she was and what she was doing: Syed was sending him a brief every hour. Yesterday she had visited the southern reaches of Yellowstone, today she was up north. Syed had even mentioned something about bathing in the river.

He had hoped for a picture that never came. Imagine his reaction if he ever saw Rey in a swimsuit—of course, that would go beyond the strict definition of surveillance—he’d be flirting with the boundaries of stalking. And he had taken enough liberties with his initial mission to know not to venture there.

Was she going to text him?

He had ended their conversation last night...was it pathetic of him to contact her first?

She said she wasn’t ready for a fling and instead wanted to get to know him better. But that evening...her hands and mouth told a different story. He could feel the desire coiling in his abdomen at the very thought of their heated embrace...

He gave in, thumbs gliding across his screen:

Good morning stranger, sleep well?

Should he sign it with a name?

He would have liked her to call him Kylo Ren, like everyone else. Ben Solo was the name of an anxious teenager with voices in his head, abandoned by his parents, misunderstood by the world. Kylo Ren was the name he had given himself to turn the page. It was the emblem of his reincarnation as a critically-acclaimed rockstar and celebrated prodigy, Andrew Snoke’s prodigy, and Armitage Hux’s infamous nemesis.

He felt that she was suspicious of Kylo Ren...but the only person who called him Ben was his mother, and that was one more reason to bury the name. It brought him nothing but bad memories. She would just have to get used to calling him Kylo.

But he couldn’t bring himself to sign it.

The answer was almost instant:

Good afternoon to you.  It’s 1400 hours, if you just got up I reckon you had a rough night?

*

Touché. I’m more of a night owl. Music and inspiration are nocturnal things.  

*

And I’m ever the early bird. It's amazing that our paths crossed, in the end.

*

The day and the night...

*

The sun and the moon?  

*

Okay stop.

Rey and Ben looked down at their phones, simultaneously terrified.

What was this? Some heartfelt exchange of poetry? Flirting, both??

They were thousands of miles apart, her sitting on a park bench and him on a patch of asphalt. She was brilliant, shining in the sunlight as the wind swept against her face. He was taciturn, his heart preoccupied and his vision clouded with worry. Yet they found themselves back to back, each contemplating the absence of the other.

So far and yet so close.

In that moment suspended in time, Rey was the first to breath again.

What had changed? Nothing, in a sense. She was still mourning her marriage, drowning in anguish for Finn, and lacking insight on Ben. On the other hand, she was no longer angry, and under the Wyoming sun, on the cusp of happiness. Soothed, to say the least. She was no longer afraid of what the future would hold for her.

But Ben was drowning. It felt like they were at an impasse. Rey carried the weight of her grief like a burden, she lived on another continent and entered his life only by accident. She seemed destined to exit it just as quickly. They had met for the first time only a week ago, and the conviction that she was going to escape him and disappear forever from his life plunged him into an abyss.

Rey got up, stretched, slipping her phone into her back pocket. Maz was still playing fetch with BB8.

“You’re turning red. From the sun, no doubt?” Maz smiled mischievously.

“Of course. It’s only sunburn. Why else would I be turning red?” They smiled;  neither fooled by this coded little conversation.

Rey sat down at the wheel of the Millennium Falcon and put both hands firmly on the steering wheel.

“Maz...would you like to attend a concert tomorrow?”

Maz, busy fastening her belt, turned her head to look at the girl before her. “What kind of concert?”

“The rock kind. I would like to introduce you to someone.”

"A rendezvous with the sun himself, I take it?”

"Perhaps," said Rey, who felt the "sunburn" come back to her cheeks, “it's up in Gardiner tomorrow night. That still leaves us this afternoon and most of tomorrow to see the park...if you’re alright with the agenda, that is.”

"Nobody's waiting for tea with me in Anchorage, child. I can bring myself to spare time to meet someone tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” Rey giggled, she couldn’t repress her broad smile. “I hope you'll like him more than BB8...And honestly, I want to know what you think!”

“Ah, so it's BB8’s dear friend Ben Solo, the same man you had to speak to...I see.  I don’t know if I'm the best judge of character, you know.”

Rey turned to her, beseeching. “Please.  I cannot stand to be left alone with my contradictions, I lose focus. I need an outside opinion, and an objective one at that.”

Maz nodded, but she had stopped smiling. “You know Rey, we have not known each other for a long time, but I feel that sometimes, it feels good to be a little lonely. I think you did well to undertake this trip, and I think you shouldn’t go too fast with this Ben Solo.  Concentrate on yourself, your needs. The temptation of meeting someone “new” is great, I understand. But don’t let him lead your heart astray.”

“Well you'll be there to stop me from doing something stupid, right? Please?”

The little woman took off her glasses. Her eyes were tiny, almost lost in the middle of her face. “You must also learn how to cope with what is happening to you, instead of letting your entourage deal with your problems...Take charge, make decisions, learn from your mistakes.  It would not help you at all, if I "stop" you from anything. It's time for you to stop letting others decide for you. "

These words, though spoken kindly, pierced Rey like a dozen stab wounds. It was all her fault, in the end.

Her breathing became uneven and she looked away, so that Maz wouldn’t see her glistening tears. But the old woman could guess, all the same. She laid an affectionate hand on the girl's forearm:

“I'm sorry to have hurt you. You are a wonderful, bright girl. You simply lack confidence in yourself. Listen to your heart, it will never lead you astray.”

“My heart led me to marry a man who could never love me the way he was supposed to,” she replied bitterly, “you will forgive me if I'm suspicious of my intuitions, now.”

Ben Solo crushed his cigarette underfoot.

He would have to handle the tour and the mission at the same time. He had to be in Gardiner that very evening, after what was shaping up to be three hours of skirting Yellowstone traffic. The roads were flooded this time of the year. Syed, who was still chasing Rey on her adventures, was ahead of him.  The rest of the group was split into three vehicles and a van, all parked in the 4B parking lot for lunch.

His phone vibrated and he grimaced as Hux's name appeared on the screen.  Hux calling never meant anything good.

“Kylo Ren.”

“Hello, Kylo. I have Snoke on the other line, let me activate conference mode.”

Hux’s voice was too smooth, overly honeyed and precise in a way that indicated he was plotting something...and there was no telling what trouble was brewing with Hux and Snoke in the same room. Ben ran his fingers through his hair, straightened his shoulders, and took a deep breath. Every conversation with Snoke these days smacked of lawsuits. He wondered what it would be this time.

The sound of Snoke's slow breathing filled his speaker.

“Kylo Ren. How have you progressed?”

“As discussed, I’m tracking the girl, sir.”

“What were the results?”

"For now...her connection to Earth Soldiers is still unascertainable, apart from the fact that she is traveling with BB8 aboard the Millennium Falcon.”

"I’m certain she's walking you across the country when we need to concentrate our forces here at the headquarters. The mission is over, you are to come back.”

Ben Solo's heart skipped a beat. He had expected a reprimand, but not this. He did his best to control the trembling of his voice. “With all due respect, sir, it's too risky.  We would have a lot to lose from letting an activist agent go. "

"She's no more an activist agent than you are a musician, Kylo Ren," rasped Snoke. “The party is over.”

Ben was looking for the right words when Hux intervened.

“Don’t forget to keep your receipts, I will ask my assistant to prepare your expense report.”

The bastard was having a ball. He would pay for it dearly when the time came. Ben felt his blood boil with a combination of fury and humiliation. “Every single move Rey Jakku makes is being monitored. Where she's going, who she's talking to. I will make her talk, it's only a matter of time.”

“We are out of time. This conversation is futile, I’m sure Skywalker’s devotees are tired of running around like chickens without heads. It is time to silence them. Get rid of the girl and come home.”

Ben’s blood turned to ice. “Get rid of? What do you mean…?”

It was Hux who replied, his nasal drawl annoyingly triumphant.

“Burn the Millenium Falcon to ashes, kill the dog, steal the girl's papers to scare her. Come tomorrow, she will be back in England and her hitchhiker will find some other pathetic tourist to ride with.”

"What hitchhiker?”

The question came out reflexively and Ben regretted it in an instant. The first rule of the First Order was to never, ever admit failure, even if you were behind. Too late.

“How is it that you didn’t know?” Snoke said, sotto voce. “Am I to understand that you are supposedly monitoring every single one of Rey Jakku's actions, to use your own words, but that you did not know that she had picked up a travelling companion along the way?”

Ben remained speechless as he processes this new information. How did Hux and Snoke unknowingly get such intel?

“Perhaps you owe this failure to a pair of pretty eyes. If you want to keep your job, Ben Solo-Skywalker, you have an interest in getting results. Immediately.”

His full name was uttered with such contempt that Ben got goose bumps. He could feel his throat growing tight with hate as he held his tongue.

“Get rid of this girl, her car and her dog, and come home. I leave you twenty-four hours. If I don’t see results by then, I think you would benefit from a stay in the office. Hux will ensure your field work gets done while you go back to the drawing board.”

So that's what Hux had been up to, Ben thought, he wanted my place. Ben could feel his jaw clenching. Hux would pay for this in blood.

But he had to admit, it was the ideal form of blackmail: Rey or him. Whatever decision he made, it would cost him dearly. He knew he would not be able to recover.

His throat constricted, his eyes began to burn. Everything was falling apart so fast...as a young man, Ben had risen past his childhood trauma to become one of the most powerful men in the United States, respected and feared by all. But Snoke called the shots. He could reduce Ben to misery as easily as he had propelled him to the top.

"Do you hear me, Ren?” Snoke hissed.

“Yes sir. Crystal clear.” He paused. “Have you canceled the concerts?” He added quietly.

“I think your little publicity stunt, once a credible cover to justify your absences and trips with your cohorts, has gone to the head. You will play Gardiner tomorrow.  As for Bozeman...we'll see. You know what you have left to do.”

Ben hung up and screamed. In his rage, he snatched a metal trash and hurled it to the ground, before kicking it violently against the wall.

It was Syed. That fucking bitch. She had doubled crossed him and sold him out to Hux. Oh, that she was going to pay for, very, very dearly.

It took him a long time to catch his breath and find a semblance of sangfroid. A few yards away, Shakti, Skylar, and his other knights watched the scene in terrified amazement.

They heard nothing of the conversation but knew that only Snoke and Hux could ever make Kylo feel this way.

And Shakti, though she would never tell anyone, could have sworn she saw him cry.

[delennsatai]

DMC Gen Week: Day 1

Wounds Deeper than Flesh

Summary: Some introspection about relationships in between/during scenes from the game. Part of @dmcgenweek​

Day 1 Prompt: Injury/Healing

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20010805

“You both need me to defeat Mundus,” Kat whispered through a swollen lip, shifting to keep her weight off the arm she suspected was broken, still pulsing with pain. “And you need each other.”

That’s right, Dante. We do this together, or not at all. And not at all is unacceptable. Vergil couldn’t help letting a smirk creep onto his face, as Dante looked up at him from where he sat, perched on a wooden crate in the safehouse where they’d retreated. The loss of the Order’s HQ—and the whole Order with it—was a setback, to be sure, but ultimately irrelevant. He’d planned for this, years ago. His contingencies had contingencies.

The one thing he didn’t have a contingency for was losing Dante. Kat was right—he wouldn’t be able to finish this if his brother walked away now. They were so close. He couldn’t let that happen. So...what was the one surefire way to keep Dante invested?

Kat, of course. He’d known from the beginning that bringing her in on this would help him catch Dante’s attention, but he hadn’t expected such a swift and forceful attachment. Much as it rankled to realize it took his brother less than a week to secure as much loyalty from her as he’d earned over years, he could use it to his advantage.

In the silence that stretched between them, he retook control of the conversation, extending the hand not resting on the Yamato’s pommel to offer Dante a hand up. Unnecessary, obviously, but the reversal warmed him. They were true equals, now. Nothing could stand in their way. “…she’s right. What’s done is done, let’s put it behind us. Victory is within our grasp.”

“…fine.” Dante clasped his gloved hand and stood, then pointed a finger at him. “But no more stunts like you pulled on the pier.”

“Of course.” He met Dante’s lingering, stubborn gaze with his own cool one, two identical pairs of eyes communicating volumes without words. A conciliatory gesture would appease him, Vergil thought. “Kat’s hurt. We should tend her wounds at least enough to make sure she has the strength to walk us through what she’s learned.”

Dante’s posture relaxed a bit, as he turned toward Kat. “You all right with that?”

Her lips compressed into a thin line, but she nodded, looking a little relieved despite her bold words a few minutes ago. It was time Vergil didn’t think they could really afford, but if it kept Dante on board… “Would you like to do the honors?” he said, directing his brother toward a door on the opposite side of the room. “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

“Uh…what, me?” Dante glanced between them. “I don’t know the first thing about first aid. Unless it’s anything like playing doctor.” He flashed Kat a suggestive smirk and Vergil saw her smile despite herself. A stab of irritation lanced through him. Would it kill Dante to take all this seriously for five minutes? This was Vergil’s life’s work hanging in the balance. Their vengeance. Their family. He couldn’t follow the way Dante’s mood seemed to shift like a stray breeze—berating him for doing what was necessary (and, frankly, the only intelligent thing to have done) one minute, then flirting the next. He was distracted, clearly. Vergil would have to remove the distraction.

“Never really had to deal with that kinda thing before,” Dante continued. “Always healed pretty fast on my own.”

“I’ll handle it,” Vergil reassured him. “You should secure the perimeter, keep watch. Make sure no demon collaborators caught our trail.”

Dante’s eyes strayed to the gloves Vergil wore, like an unspoken question, obviously wondering whether they meant he had some kind of medical experience. Of course not; learning to treat injured humans would have been a waste of his time. After all, he healed just as quickly as Dante did. But it was hardly rocket science to apply a few bandages. “You got it,” his twin replied, grabbing his coat from where it hung over a ratty old armchair and shrugging into it as he sauntered out the door.

Vergil went into the bathroom to retrieve the kit from the medicine cabinet, but paused in front of the mirror to consider his reflection. Not so different from looking at Dante, in some ways, but in others... That defiant challenge he so often found looking back at him from his brother’s face felt like an uncanny valley, an expression he wasn’t used to seeing on a face that was otherwise just like his own. He spared a moment to try it on—call it a little experiment, he thought. He lifted his chin, drew his eyebrows low, set his jaw just so. Eerie.

He tucked the little metal box under one arm and left the mirror behind. They may have worn different expressions, but their blood and their history—their purpose—was the same. Dante would see that, when they defeated Mundus and took back the world that should have been theirs all along. He’d be a fool not to.

***

Kat is in no state to do anything. Dante’s words echoed in her mind. But she’d been through worse. The real blow had been hearing the two of them argue; it wasn’t like Vergil to get so heated over someone else’s opinion, and Dante… He still didn’t quite understand the stakes. He hadn’t been living and breathing this resistance the way she and Vergil had, he couldn’t have known all they’d sacrificed to get here. And yet, his worry was for all the people Mundus had hurt in his outburst, for the collateral damage their plan had wrought. For her safety. It was hard to fault him for that. She knew Vergil was right, that killing two birds with one stone had been the best move. But she hadn’t been so out of it that she’d missed Dante taking bullets to protect her out there on the pier, when she was too woozy and weak from pain to protect herself.

Vergil emerging from the bathroom interrupted her train of thought. He looked the same as ever: focused, confident, poised. But she’d heard him raise his voice not five minutes ago, defending himself against criticism. Since when did Vergil give a shit about criticism? “He’s just worried,” she said quietly.

“He shouldn’t be.” Vergil flipped open the kit and got to work, tilting her chin up with a finger to study the cuts and bruises on her face with those ice-blue eyes. “We finally have the upper hand. Mundus is done.”

That’s not what I meant. She tried not to flinch when he started disinfecting the places where her wounds had split the skin. His touch wasn’t rough, but she wouldn’t call it gentle either, and there was something strange in the way wearing gloves in what otherwise might have seemed like a moment of closeness, of kindness, distanced him from her. Had he changed, since they’d found his brother? Dante seemed to bring out a side of Vergil she’d never seen before. More prone to taking risks, and less present whenever his twin was elsewhere. “We’re really here, on the cusp of winning, just like we always planned,” she said. What would he do, she wondered, once it was all over? “Seems like it’s been a long time, doesn’t it?”

“It has been. A very long time.” He lifted her left arm experimentally, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth, wincing. …yeah, that was broken, all right. But a broken arm was a small price to pay for freedom. She would do her part until the job was done, pain be damned. Until humanity was free. “You and Dante seem to be getting along well,” he commented, watching her while he rummaged through the kit for something to use as a makeshift sling.

“I trust him.” She hadn’t meant for the words to come out so simply, so baldly, but she realized in that moment that it really was that simple. She hadn’t had anyone to trust except for Vergil and her other friends in the Order for so long. And before that, hardly anyone at all. She certainly hadn’t told anyone but Vergil about…the nightmares, or how she’d survived them, before she and Dante had opened up to each other in the car.

“Is that all?” Vergil leaned closer to slip the bit of cloth under her arm. With his face so close, she could see herself reflected in the pale blue of his eyes. Battered, exhausted, but determined to see this through. His tone was businesslike, but why was he asking in the first place? Did he think she would get distracted by his brother’s ridiculous flirting?

“No, that’s not all.” She fixed him with a chiding glare. “I trust you, too. And you can both trust me to have your backs.”

The corners of his lips turned up with the hint of a smile, before he stepped around the couch to fasten the two ends of the cloth together behind her neck, forming a sling. She felt the latex of his gloves brush the back of her neck as he loomed over her from behind. It seemed oddly cold. “Yes, you’ve done well,” he said.

Don’t worry, Vergil. I won’t let you down. She slid her feet off the couch and stood, steadying herself on its dingy leather arm for just a moment before carefully making her way over to sit in front of the chalkboard leaning up against a few crates. “Go get Dante. I’ll show you how you can get to Mundus.”

***

Red. Red filled his vision, filled his world. His heartbeat was loud and erratic in his ears, and his own face snarled down at him as his strength left him, pain and numbness fighting for supremacy over his body. But it wasn’t his own face, not really. It was his twin’s. Did Dante really hate him this much? Enough to kill him? Hadn’t they walked through fire together to get here? Hadn’t they saved each other’s lives? Hadn’t he given back everything his brother had lost? Where had it all gone wrong?

The chill of betrayal speared through him more brutally than Rebellion did in that moment. His blood seeped into the ground where he lay—his blood, the blood of Sparda, blood they shared. Did that mean nothing to Dante?

He thought someone spoke, but he couldn’t hear the words. Then, with a sickening lurch, Dante pulled the blade free, leaving him gasping for breath as his power kicked in sluggishly to start closing the gaping, bleeding hole in his chest.

…and then Dante had the nerve, the gall, to offer him a hand up. As though this were a wound he could heal with such a meager olive branch. As though it could ever heal at all. But he took the hand, more because he needed it than anything—and that hurt, too, that need. He’d lost. Again, like he always lost to Dante. In front of Kat, no less.

No, there was no way to repair the real damage Dante had done to his heart today. His flesh might heal, but his soul never would.

[bearogenes]

Dear Bearogenes: Help. He wants to marry me!

So I’ve been with my partner for a very long time now and our relationship, that at one time just was sex, soon blossomed into something else’s entirely. I love him and he loves me too and I’ve lately come to realize how domestic our life is now. He works, comes home to dinner and we watch TV for a while and go to bed. We talked and he said he wants a life with me. to marry me and have a kid, but I’m afraid. afraid one day he’ll wake up and realize he made a mistake. what can I do?    

      I’d like to start my answer to this by saying that you've asked the wrong question. What you said was “one day he will wake up and realize he made a mistake” when what you meant to say was “I feel like he’s making a mistake by choosing to have a life with me and one day he’ll realize how much of a mistake that was”. That’s what’s behind those words because the rest of what you tell me presents and entirely different story.

You two met a long time ago now , be that months or years, as a hook up but that one time became more frequent until you moved in with him. These days most people call that ‘dating’ I think. I could be wrong. The last time I did that was 13 years ago and he’s still here, my best ‘mistake’. But I digress, back to your point.

You two have since built what I would call a ‘normal’ life together. Some shudder at the idea of domesticity and ‘regularity’ but there is a comfort and safety in it that they miss out on. This kind of relationship develops out of a stable long term relationship over time and is, in fact, a good sign IF the movements of your life together are not only comfortable but comforting. If you feel forced or pressured into this kind of situation, consider that the only warning I need give you that you need to step back and reevaluate.

He has taken the ‘next step’ and said “We’re doing this anyway, lets just put it on paper and build from there“. As far as I’m concerned, this is just a statement of commitment from him, an expression of his value for your presence in his life. That shouldn't be a bad thing, or even a cause for concern unless there is reservation on your part.

This is where I keep coming back to as I contemplate your question: The problem isn't so much that he will think he made a mistake but that you already feel like you’re a mistake. So I ask, why is that? What makes you so certain you’re a mistake that you’d consider rejecting the future offered because of that feeling like he might one day not want you anymore?

That also brings me to another question to consider: Why me? Why would he choose me? We've been together a long time but that doesn't mean we should be married…When in fact you've already been living your life together as if you were. The only difference between before and after this is that there is protection for you both should something happen to the other and that with you he has said he wishes to raise a family.

That alone can be frightening, the idea of ‘parenthood’, but especially to someone who never before considered that a possibility in their lives. It’s a huge step from just being ‘married’ to having a ‘family’ together. In some ways, to the truly responsible parent’ it’s a commitment to far more than just your partner but to also to the new life you’d be sharing with someone special: your child.

There is a hell of a lot of commitment being asked for from you by this question but it also says even more about how he feels. He’s asking for your considered and informed decision about the future together. You both now know what life will be like going forward because you've already passed the ‘hard part’ of learning to live together and you've spent time learning about who the other truly is without anyone else around. Many relationships falter at that phase, but you have not. This is a good thing. A really good thing in fact.

This is where your view of your own value has come into conflict with what is being asked of you by this person who seems to hold you in high regard. He seems to hold no such opinion of you, nor think you a mistake, because I know of no one willing to embark on such commitment to someone they feel that way about. To me that says this question isn't really about him, but about getting over your fear.

You worry that ‘somewhere down the line’ he’ll wake one day, roll over as he has every day for years and think “why the hell did I marry that’” and that hurts to read. You have someone who has judged you worthy and important to them but part of you can’t accept it because you don’t think you’re worth it. To this point I can only say: It’s not your place to make that evaluation of your value to them. You can’t make them love you, that comes from within them, and you can’t direct how that grows for them. The only thing you can do is learn to either accept that he feels that way or continue as you are.

To the former point, talk to him. Explain your fear, and be honest about why. Don’t put it out there like a ‘break up’ if that’s not your intention; consider and measure your words carefully and truthfully. Make them about how you feel, your concerns and your feelings about the idea and the life you two have together. If you value him, now is the time to say so. If you value your life with him, make that clear.  Communication and honesty are critical components of a truly stable long term relationship but especially so of one that might move into that kind of relationship where a child may be involved.

Now, at last, to your fear about him thinking you a mistake.  You asked me what can you do? Beyond the talking points above, you can ask yourself one question when you are alone:

Is today enough?

Without realizing it you face that fear every day because the odds are just as good tomorrow as ten years from now that he might think you and your life together a mistake. Did he say that this morning? No? Do you reasonably expect him to tomorrow? Probably not. So what you are wrestling with is a potential that has an equally opposite potential with just as much chance of happening:

Ever After.

The stories always end with ‘happily ever after” but neglect to mention that it is THAT moment, once the challenge is won, that real life begins. You’re on the cusp of that beginning and since no story ever writes that part out, you've no guide for what happens next. The truth is that everything happens next. Thousands of I love yous, mornings of creaking bones and shuffling feet to make coffee that cannot be counted, hardships and heartbreaks, but at the end of it all, what matters isn't how the last line is written.

What  makes it ‘happily ever after’ isn't the absence of challenge or struggle because those things can serve to strengthen a relationship more than the ‘good times’ if they come in proportion to the wealth of companionship and affection you should be sharing at this ‘stage of the game’.

Don’t make every day about what is going to happen tomorrow. There’s no promise of that. All this could end without warning, so you cannot ‘live’ in the future tense. Instead you have the opportunity to take these moments, polish the rough bits and truly commit yourself to the endeavor of love.

Consider the opposite and it’s consequences. If you were to refuse, and something were to happen that took him from you tomorrow, what then do the days after look like? Regret, loneliness, and darkness, because you would look back and think yourself a fool for wasting those precious moments you could have shared.

The other potential is that he may look on you as a mistake, but again, you must consider how much time you wasted worrying about it that you could have spent being happy together. If, as you say, your afraid that somewhere down the line he’d see you that way, what about all the days between now and then?

Does the end invalidate the journey?

I don’t think so. It may make it bittersweet, but no matter how the story ends it cannot strip it of what was truly good in the days before the last lines of that story were written. We really don’t get to choose how those last few pages develop so we should instead concern ourselves with making sure that it’s a good story from now until whenever ‘then’ should be.

Love isn't risking pain. It’s a guarantee of it but the weight of love in such scales invalidates the pain that someday must be paid. We make that choice gladly, willingly, because we know that every moment will be worth more than the debt that comes due eventually. We aren't promised one second of time, no guarantee of a long and happy life, so why then do we struggle against ourselves so hard when it comes  to make the most of the moment we do have: right now.

You've come a long way from just sex to domesticity. Respect the strength that represents and what it says about your feelings for the life you two have together. This fear has, I suspect, infiltrated your day to day life as you've struggled more with it since he brought this up and that’s where it has crossed a line to me. The fear of tomorrow has begun making it happen by corrupting today and your ability to share freely with each other. Time to put the fear in it’s place.

Consider this final thought in closing and with it go my best wishes for you both:

He has done more than deem you ‘worthy’, he’s decided you are essential.

My best, as always, 

- Bearogenes

[unabashedempath]

Autism

I've always believed that I was slightly autistic.

My younger sister has bordered the cusp of autism and asperger's whereas I've bordered the cusp of neurotypical and asperger's. It's not something that I'm comfortable speaking about - I feel like a major hypocrite when I attempt to talk about disability rights because of how uncomfortable I feel about myself.

I was verbal as a child, very verbal in fact, but I've always had an issue with verbal instruction and comprehension skills. I can read and understand what I'm reading, but sometimes, I have an impairment when it's something a bit too abstract for me. Indie movies helped me rationalize abstractions better once I got older, but it takes me awhile to assess "big picture" meanings in things. Throughout middle school and high school, I was acutely sensitive to my feelings and would have asperger-like meltdowns to yelling or loud noises; I would shut down when someone yelled at someone else, or at me. I was very shy during these time periods and I thought it was just a variant from having low self-esteem, but I would also obsess over my feelings in an attempt to understand my feelings. I find comfort and enjoyment in childhood shows, like Barbie, Disney, Oswald, etc. partly because of nostalgia but partly because it's simpler for me to rationalize. I don't always pick up on social cues and I stem on occasion from twirling my hair when I'm nervous, or sporadically moving my hands. I'm not very good at sitting still unless I'm preoccupied. I understand a lot social cues/dynamics in what I'd call a "Quid Pro Quo" algorithm-I think of social interactions based on logic, and then I attribute feelings to the interaction second. I talk to myself a lot, and I find myself saying random things not associated to the conversation at all, and I lose my train-of-thought often. I have a slew of control issues and behaviors: I like routine, structure, to be able to plan things, hobbies, patterns, and lists. I recently learned about how to express intimacy and tactile contact through others when I began dating, but I wasn't very good at giving or receiving hugs before then.

My dad slightly has something similar, my grandmother, too; two of my cousins are on the spectrum; my mother and I have speculated that my aunt was misdiagnosed from a young age, which led to her regression and nonverbal communication as an adult. Essentially, it's hereditary.

I'm very good at hiding this. My parents never took me seriously about wanting a proper diagnosis, but I've always known I was different. I've always known that I look at things differently, and I think that's why even when I don't talk to her every day, I can understand exactly what my sister is feeling.

There are some social settings that take me a long time to acclimate to-I don't handle change very well. But because there are certain social climates where I do feel instantly comfortable, a lot of my lack of discomfort can be disregarded.

That's the hard part about speaking about this: how easily this can be disguised. I fool myself at times. Because women are expected to behave in demure, insecure ways, their feelings of inadequacy or lack of cognitive development can be dismissed. Sometimes, adult women don't get diagnosed until their late twenties or thirties, and they spend their entire formative years "fitting in" and not fully realizing their cognitive patterns.

I began thinking about this after a recent breakup of mine. Reading this blog, I'm sure you're not surprised by that last statement-I have breakups like a new menstrual cycle-at least once a month. As I was processing how I'm feeling afterwards, I began to realize why I fell in love with my ex-boyfriend and the things I loved most about him: his intelligence and his sense of routine behavior.

Perhaps, this next bit about him will make no sense, but I think it was a crucial part in my own self-discovery. What attracted me most to him was the sheer simplicity of our interactions; how we could just orbit around one another and do separate activities in the same space. For instance, he had a set way of cleaning his apartment before guests came over, and he had a strict vegan diet, he liked order over chaos, he kept his TV in his closet, enjoyed reading books, liked ample amounts of alone time but also enjoyed when I laid next to him and touched his back very gently. He would get hyperstimulated occasionally, but he knew his own limitations. I wanted a partner like that because it reminded me of my own behaviors and it the relationship seem less troublesome than it needed to be.

We broke up in an abrupt and fast manner, and it left me reeling because he was the first person I ever truly loved that I dated. Although it's left me sad, I've tapped into a system of honesty and self-discovery within myself that I'm truly thankful for. He helped me realize more about the person I want to be, and in a strange way, has helped learn how to be okay with my own eccentricities.

As I'm writing this, I'm aware of the changes that are laid before me with coming into my own. On how to verbalize how I feel when I don't know the words on how to communicate those feelings, and how to fully accept myself. I've struggled with speaking about this because I didn't want to seem like "too much": (I'm already, biracial, queer and hypersensitive - are you sure you want to throw mildly autistic into the mix, too?)

The answer to my pest of an inner critic is, yes. Yes, I do want to throw in 'mildly autistic' because it's okay. It's completely okay to be me, quirks and all, no matter what/how anyone perceives me.

It's okay to be free.

[saltypiratefest]

When will the road to scams end?

Today's Xiguo is precarious, and it is no longer like the grandeur of the founding of the country. President Guo Wengui was burdened with debts and abused lawsuits. In order to fix investment funds, he did not hesitate to lock the coins for three years and discard the promises made when the "Xicoin" was listed. Behind the scenes, whether it is hunger marketing that only seeks one-off fraud or harvesting leeks with empathy, the end result is that the comrades are trapped in the cycle of fraud and are unable to escape, becoming humble pawns in the great cause of repayment of the tortoise. Once committed to one of the links , Then the intimidation and temptation of the tortoise will come one after another. The "Xicoin" will be confiscated and labeled as "pseudo". The full conviction is the current status of the country. We advise the little ants to report their losses in time.

In recent days, the scam turmoil in Xiguo has not stopped, and the "XiCoin" project has only been launched for one month. Wengui can't wait to launch the project again and continue to cut leeks. The "XiCoin" fraud has been criticized by many parties. , Later, the "Lying Flat Coins" project went online and the "Xicoin" road. No, Wen Gui had a whimsical idea. The "Lying Flat Coins" plan came on the scene. President Xi's explanation for "Lying Flat Coins" : "As long as you lie down for eight hours on the live broadcast of Chicken Body Flavor, you can get the lie flat coin, which can be exchanged for cash overseas immediately, and is linked to 20% gold like the xi coin. According to different occupations, The efficiency of obtaining'Lying Flat Coins' is not the same, and all those who participate in obtaining'Ling Flat Coins' can be eligible to participate in the'Lying Flat Sports'." I have to say that the tortoise is really too smart, and directly give it to Xiao The ants draw a flat flatbread, let the little ants sleep to make money. There is no pie in the world. If there is, there will be no one who "lays flat". The purpose of this plan is to harvest ants and leeks. I advise the little ants to recognize the reality and don't be fooled!

On the other hand, the "XiCoin", which was launched on the cusp of the wave, had a "withdrawal fever" before. However, some investors personally withdrew to prove that the "XiCoin" could not be withdrawn, and then the tortoise immediately claimed that the withdrawal function "has not been online yet" "However, now the tortoise has begun to forcefully buy and sell, forcibly push the three-year coin-locking policy and hold it on behalf of others, and even begin to force the ants to develop offline for their own profit. This kind of fraud turned into a stealing behavior. It’s the anger of the heavens and the people. The “100,000 withdrawals” mentioned before have become a blatant lie, forcibly intercepting ant funds, and then behind the three-year lock-up of coins must be the debt crisis of the link, in order to continue to linger. The illegal behavior of "HiCoin" fraud + lock-in funds to raise funds will definitely attract the attention of law enforcement agencies. The artificial control of the appreciation of "HiCoin" attracts Xiaobai to invest, and then forcibly raise funds for his own squandering. If you want to avoid losing your money, the little ants must Stay away from scammers and keep yourself clean. So far, not only withdrawing 260,000 in cash is pure nonsense, but withdrawing two thousand is basically hopeless. Xicoins that are not listed are only idling internally, and cash has already flowed into the pockets of valuables.

"Xibi" has been able to spy on his future since it was born. No matter how the tortoise blows it to the sky, it will eventually not escape the end of death. With the continuous intervention of law enforcement agencies, and the self-consciousness of the little ants , Wengui's deception gradually became explicit, and even began to openly rob. In fact, if you think about it, Guo’s scam is not without a trace. Most of the “chicken taste”, “chicken series”, and “Xicoin” follow a routine, which is the operation model of talking + seduce + long-term investment, vowing to squeeze the flesh and blood of investors. Talents abandon it. There are bound to be many Xiguo nationals like the summer breeze. The so-called future billionaires huddled in the basement, eating cheap cans, and using all their money to invest in the tortoise, in exchange for it. Abandonment after no use value. On the other hand, the plague tortoises wantonly squandered the flesh and blood of the ants, not to mention the fragrant and spicy food, turning their faces faster than dogs, knocking the bones and sucking the marrow, eating a duck and eating ten foods are extremely ugly. The premise of the realization of the blueprint of Xiguo’s common prosperity is based on the author’s point of view. , It must be the downfall of the president, the tortoise, for the ant of Xiguo to become a normal person.

According to intentional netizens, the entire Xiguo and even the "Xi Fed" company does not exist, and Hao Haidong tells Guo Mingka, who frankly said in the live broadcast that even if he can earn more money, he will not invest in "Xi Coin", and everyone The little ants have tried and tried to relieve the tortoise. The tortoise’s open cheating face is extremely ugly. I advise the ants to stay away as soon as possible. At the same time, they hope that the power of smashing the pot will be smashed. When Guo's deception is weak, he will be sent into the cage of law. In, Eternal Life serves as a negative teaching material!