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[50shadesofoctarine]

Fun fact about me:

I offer free music tutorship for kids who can't afford (/their parents won't pay for) lessons. I make them all hand-written info booklets to use each session and I thought I'd share what I'm working on for tomorrow (it's my first lesson with a new kid)

They wanted to learn Riptide. (Which is great for me, 'cause it's damn easy).

[and-corn]

just like riding a bike

(part 3 of this comic)

[bruhstation]

can't it even be more obvious thomas. why are you surprised that a sudrian historical site filled to the brim with armor and weaponry that dates back to the middle ages has old people afflicted with the gold dust working around the castle

[glassedplanets]

Can you do it, Drifter? Can you make the Man with the Golden Gun the villain in the eyes of those who would tempt the Dark?

redraw!

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

This is an analysis of Kaveh and Alhaitham’s argument posted on the Port Ormos bulletin board!! Because it is crazy actually!!

I think this exchange of theirs out of the three posted throughout Sumeru is particularly interesting, and this is due Alhaitham openly expressing that Kaveh does not understand what Alhaitham is really trying to say to him: “I have never denied what you meant, but you don’t understand what I am saying to you at all.”

This exchange is relevant in various ways in exploring the motif of communication. As according to their usual rapport, the two disagree over their differing philosophies, as in sensibility versus rationality, however, Alhaitham’s particular concerns in Kaveh spending his money on “nonsense” highlights the underlying reason for this exchange. From this comment, the argument is recontextualised through Alhaitham’s intention for getting involved, as Kaveh prompts the workmen to take his money in order to help them out.

When Alhaitham states that this is a meaningless action due to the inevitability of people rising or falling on their own accord, rather than solely critiquing Kaveh’s “impulsiv[e]” altruism, as Kaveh interprets, Alhaitham is directly contradicting his own comment – as he is interfering on Kaveh’s decisions.

As concern is evidently the intention behind his interference, Kaveh cannot perceive this, and instead attempts to critique Alhaitham’s perspective in return, although Alhaitham states: “Make no mistake. I have never denied what you meant…” This response asserts that Alhaitham does not deny, but rather agrees with, Kaveh’s statement of “mutual assistance, fairness, and righteous anger” driving the world.

In lieu of this, rather than continuing the argument, Alhaitham claims that there is no point to it, as Kaveh does not understand what he is saying, as in, Kaveh does not understand that his intentions in interfering are out of concern. He follows this up, regardless, by criticising Kaveh’s handling of his budget, as, evidently, Kaveh has offered to give his own money to these workmen, and refuses to pay for Kaveh’s drinks for that month.

For Alhaitham, Kaveh’s lack of self-prioritisation leads him to impulsive altruistic acts which serve to jeopardise his own position, particularly regarding money. If Kaveh can afford to give away money, he can afford to pay his own tabs, is the takeaway from this exchange. Although, similarly to the exchange between them posted in Puspa’s Café, this applies to one particular month, insinuating that Alhaitham will continue to pay for next month’s tabs of his own accord.

The main argument, as well as the disagreement over the speaker of Kaveh’s quote, serves as a humorous exchange, but as a motif for communication it acquires a new meaning. The two hold perspectives which contrast the other which puts them on unequal footing, demonstrated within the argument over the speaker of Kaveh’s quote. Although it is not disclosed who is actually in the right, both are convinced of their respective viewpoint. There is an element missing here, a potential solution to this problem, and it lies within the idea of “correctness” established within A Parade of Providence.

The omission of there being an objective, correct answer to this particular debate serves as a parallel to their conflicting viewpoints, with the basis of their exchange being to “prove” to the other their “correctness” – here, it is in regard to Kaveh.

However, “correctness” being the basis of their exchange, and thus, relationship, is challenged with Alhaitham shutting down the initial debate due to Kaveh’s misunderstanding of his meaning. Correctness, then, and its importance, is called into question within this exchange, with Kaveh being the one to chase it; his last message being that he would “prove” himself to be right.

At the core of this bulletin board exchange is the idea that Alhaitham harbours an alternative ‘meaning’ than the one that Kaveh assigns to him: “… you don’t understand what I’m saying to you at all.” This is a meaning which Kaveh cannot perceive due to his current understanding of Alhaitham. This represents the standing of their current relationship, where Kaveh believes Alhaitham holds him in disdain, although this belief is incongruous with Alhaitham’s actions which show his care for Kaveh.

In these instances of communication through the Bulletin Boards, it is interesting to note that Kaveh is revealed to have been drunk and “scribbling” on these notice boards, and hopes that Alhaitham does not know.

Although this is a humorous detail, it adds another layer to the unreliability of their method of communication, as Kaveh has no recollection of these exchanges with Alhaitham, and therefore could not have properly interpreted Alhaitham due to an altered state of mind. It is uncertain whether Alhaitham is aware of Kaveh’s being drunk whilst responding to him, or whether he is believed to have been lucid, which creates another element of unreliability in their exchanges.

Alhaitham understands Kaveh’s thinking and the reasons for why he acts as he does, but he cannot articulate his concern in a way that Kaveh will understand, both out of Kaveh’s incapability of receiving goodwill, but also due to his logical manner of expression. Kaveh perceives Alhaitham’s concealed expressions of concern as personal gripes and criticisms of his beliefs, and therefore believes that their relationship is based on the scholarly principle of proving the validity of one’s philosophies.

The Port Ormos Bulletin Board reinforces the core essence of their relationship: Alhaitham is invested in a personal regard, whereas Kaveh cannot see this due to his perception of Alhaitham and Alhaitham’s inability to communicate in a way Kaveh would understand.

(Update: For more analyses like this, the essay this is taken from is now uploaded! It can be accessed here and here as as a pdf <3)

[lumpywhump]

Whump idea I had.

Organ theft but Whumpee is awake for it. Bonus if they are afraid of needles or medical procedures

Tw: blood

"one two three all eyes on me! Okay kids," whumper clapped. "For our lab we got Subject 188236. Everyone say "hi Subject 188236!"

"...hi subject 188326..." whumper was the most insufferable professor on campus.

muffled cries called from the steel table. Whumpee squinted at the harsh lights, so they could see the people around them. Students in white lab coats and goggles watched them from every corner of their field of vision.

"Today you get no instructions. You'll tell me what to do, and I'll be your arms. We are harvesting it's heart." Whumper looked around, "Student A, how do we start?

"Like are we assuming everything is set up for us to just start cutting?"

whumper nodded.

"Then you need to make a 6-8 inch incision on the chest wall,"

"Perfect,"

Whumpee whimpered as whumper pressed their scalpel to whumpee's chest.

"Based off this subjects size, Student B, how big of an incision should I make?"

"Uhh, I wanna say somewhere between seven and eight?"

"Okay then, I'll go right in the middle,"

whumpee cried out as the teacher slowly ripped open their chest, blood collecting around the cut. Their breath quickened, but relief poured through them as whumper withdrew their tool.

"Oh no! Looks like our subject is panicking, I can't accurately open their chest like this. What do we do now?"

"Have someone nearby calm them down?" Student A answered.

"Student D, your turn,"

"The best way to calm them down is with assurance and distractions. May I?"

"All yours,"

Whumpee felt someone touch their head. They flinched, their chest throbbing worse with the motion.

"hey, it's okay, you're doing well so far, but it's going to hurt more if you don't calm down,"

All whumpee really heard was hurt more. Their eyes watered, stinging their dry eyes.

Student D retreated away, knowing they made things worse.

"it's okay, we all make mistakes. Student E? Wanna give it a shot?"

A hand covered Whumpee's eyes. They reached to pull the hand away, scared by the sudden darkness, but their hands were still restrained. Another hand began to massage their temples. And man, this was probably the nicest thing someone has done in a while. The newer people tended to be kinder. Whumpee couldn't help but relax, in fact, they almost fell asleep.

"good job," whumper whispered, making sure not to disturb whumpee. "Keep going,"

Whumpee whined as Whumper finished the cut, but they relaxed again when Student E begins trailing their nails along whumpee's buzzed scalp.

"what's next?"

"ethh ate," whumpee mumbled with the gag tied around their head.

"what was that?" Whumper asked. Whumpee moved their jaw, referencing the gag.

"Now," whumper returned to their normal speaking volume. "You really shouldn't ever do this, because sometimes subjects are prone to biting or saying things that they really shouldn't, but 188236 tends to be good. When you all work in this industry, you'll learn when it is and isn't okay to do this."

Whumpee felt hands grab the gag and pull it down.

"what did you say?"

"Next you open the breast plate, then the ribs, disconnect the heart from the arteries, blah blah blah. Please, I'm tired, just please get this over with." Their tears wetted Student E's hand. the hands released whumpee's head.

"Whumper... I don't think I can do this,"

Whumper sighed. "And this is my fault. This is another reason we don't normally remove the gag...... why don't we stop for today? We can do this again next class." Whumper smiled at their students.

Once whumper was left alone with whumpee, they turned to them. "Looks like you get off easy today huh?"

whumpee didn't respond.

"Let's wrap your chest so you don't get blood everywhere,"

[ssimay]

SPENCER REID WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BISEXUAL!?!! AND THEY GAVE UP ON THE BEST IDEA EVER!?!!! IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MINDDDDD

[uncanny-tranny]

I promise you can speak about and denounce undesirable behaviour without attributing it to some in-born, immutable, unchanging trait that you must "civilize" away.

In this specific instance that inspired this, you really don't need to attribute bad behaviour that's done by a man with unchanging character traits. This isn't even solely about men, because doing this affects everyone, men included.

"Men needed to be civilized out of behaving this way!" Who are you expecting to be doing the civilizing and why? This is just defending the idea that women are responsible for training up men - the millenia-old idea that a man's failings are actually a woman's fault, not his.

As a man, I am responsible for my actions. You don't need to dehumanize me in order to preserve your misogyny and your need to hate a group of men. Don't get me wrong, this rhetoric absolutely is not good for men to face. It especially targets men who have experiences with marginalized identities. If you're on my page, you know that this is something I deal with personally, have personal stakes in that affect my life daily. I just also think we really need to remember that this issue exists in a context where women and other folks will inevitably be punished as a direct result of these ideas as well.

I need to make that last part emphatically clear: even if this rhetoric (somehow) only hurt men, it would still be wrong. It would still be wrong! I want to - as a man - remind people (especially those who already have decided to dehumanize entire groups of people) that nobody is safe from being exempt from punishment due to this rhetoric.

[amelia-yap]

Is there any fanfic or comic of your Derg AU?

@powertaco wrote one! in which weiss has a grand ol' time stealing ruby's hoodies and yang suffers:

it's very silly and i love it

[mamawasatesttube]

adventures of superman (1987) #531

big dramatic action shot of everyone being intimidating. and then there's kon just posing up there in the corner. he doesnt know how to stop posing. hes so annoying. i love him so much

[ghostinthegallery]

Speaking as someone who was a nerdy teenager in the 2010s, whoever put the Silence and the Storm on the TV Tropes 40k fanfic rec page is my personal hero. I spent way too much time on that website back in the day and thanks to you I have come full circle 🙏 Appearing on a website that was (for better or for worse!) deeply formative to me as a youth.

(now if we got a full page together 👀👀👀 truly our power would be unlimited 😈)

[copper-skulls]

I've been rereading Seasons of Grillster by @aeris-blue little by little and i love them so much. anyways the concept of flames catching colors of other monster's magic is very cute hfkjadhs

[honeytae]

1:42 am 🌙

sorry for not posting in literal months but hopefully this little tidbit will do💞 i love you guys!

600+ words of pure fluff

The red numbers on your alarm clock glared at you as your bleary eyes adjusted to consciousness, fading away as you rolled onto your stomach.

Puzzled at what woke you, you exhaled a deep sigh, mourning the deep sleep you had slipped out of.

The first hint was the lack of heat in your mattress. The second was the emptiness you felt when you skimmed your palm across the bed.

Finding nothing but bunched up sheets between your fingers, a hoarse groan fell from your mouth, muffled into the pillow below you.

You could’ve sworn you heard a noise coming from across the apartment, lifting your head as if that would tune your ears in more.

Recognizing the quiet, soft beats from one of your boyfriends playlists traveling through the terribly thin walls, you suppressed a smile.

Taking hold of the blanket topping your duvet, you secured the plush fabric around your frame and pushed yourself off of the bed, sleepily making your way to your boyfriend.

Your heart skipped a beat when you laid eyes on him. Every time felt like the first time. Except this time he was the perfect depiction of domestic bliss.

Adorned in oversized black sweats, he wore his long locks back in a ponytail, his bangs spilling over into his eyes as he stirred a wooden spoon in a pot over the oven top.

You simply watched for a minute as he hummed along to the music he had quietly been playing on his phone next to him, functioning as if it wasn’t almost the middle of the night.

“Yah,” he whined as he poured his noodles from the pot to a deep bowl, spilling some of the broth out on the counter in the process.

You couldn’t help but let an adoring giggle slip out at the sight of his pout, melting into a grin when Jungkook spun around in surprise.

“Oh my god, baby, you scared me.” His eyes remained wide, his hand coming up to push his hair back behind his ear, a habit he’d developed since growing it out.

You neglected to speak, still too sleepy, but instead chuckled at the way his eyebrows stayed knit together even after his pout went away.

“What, are you just gonna stand there and laugh at me?”

His face lit up with a smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, making his way across the kitchen as you stretched your arms out in front of you.

You slid your hands behind his neck as he held you by your hips, playing with his hair as you hummed in response.

“Was planning on it,�� you teased, blushing at the glimmering sparkles in his eyes. Jungkook was so pretty that you found it almost difficult to be in such close proximity to him.

His nose lifted into a scrunch when he giggled, moving forward to kiss you on your hot cheek before stepping back to admire your blanket cocooned form.

“I feel like a burrito,” you mumbled from beneath the fabric, only your eyes and nose visible with the rest of your body completely covered.

“You look so cute,” he cooed, taking the ends of the blanket from your fingers and wrapping you more securely with the remaining cloth.

“Mmh hu zzz eefuh eh es nol,” you laughed at your muffled words, Jungkook’s mouth spreading into a grin before gently peeling the fabric back from over your mouth with his fingers.

“Eat your soup before it gets cold,” you say again, leaning into his touch when he pulls you into a fond hug, his cold piercing a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your forehead.

“I will. Just need to hold my baby for a little longer.”

[twiniverse]

A related note to "you're calling a headcanon the wrong thing"

It really doesn't matter what the original pieces say about the characters when writing fanfiction. I don't care if they're explicitly gay or trans or ace or anything like that. They're called ALTERNATE UNIVERSES for a reason, and that reason is that they are different than canon.

And for fuck's sake, they're fanmade. A fanfic or fancomic is not erasing a character's identity. That identity is still there, right there in the canon. It would be entirely different if an official property was making that change! And that would be unacceptable! But for the love of whatever you believe stop harassing fans for writing something you don't like. Just click off the tab, block if you want, and move the fuck on like a mature human being.

[transingthoseformers]

There's a fanfic about Tarn in Earthspark called A Thousand Suns. I haven't read it yet but I just wanted to tell you about it.

I don't recognize that one!

I'm going to check on it immediately!

[supermaks]

Do you have any recs for lestappen fics that are sort of modern au/ non-racing or at least not racing focused? I’m really in the mood for it and am struggling to remember or find them

hiiiiiiii bro I'm the worst about recs ok lemme try. these are the ones I got open as we speak that I'm gobble gobble gobble rn: this chef au 🔪 just sickeninggg .. , this soulmate AU 💘 slays, this is a very cunty office 📊 fake relationship AU, sharl is his f1 driving self and max is a fucking NERD ((it’s not an au)) in this like read it immediately, this one is saur sweet max is a lil prince 👑 sharl still an f1 driver💥, also reading this where max is the f1 driver and sharl is a model 💄. Please yall help sweet anon too reply wid ur recs or whatvr