#human toch

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Johnny: "How the hell did you crash your carr?!"

Peter: "So I was just riding my carr today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight. I was like, 'whoa, that's homophobic'. Instead, I went gay. And THAT'S when I crashed into a tree."

Harry: "..."

Johnny, with a proud, fond smile: "And THAT'S the man I'm in love with, everyone!"

[casimirlovescoffee]

Hello, I just saw that your requests are open and you are doing Castlevania writing. May I request a sunshine reader that has a depressive episode with Alucard, Trevor, Sypha and Hector?

Depressed Sunshine (GN Reader)

Rating: Teen

TW: Depressive Episode

Tags: Angst, Comfort

A/N: Since you didn't tell me what gender you wanted the reader to be, I made them GN, I hope that is okay with you Anon. As awlays, enjoy!

Alucard:

Alucard loved your smiles a lot and every time you laughed, it made him giggle. You were someone he enjoyed the company of and one day he started to refer to you as his personal sunshine. He never once saw you sad and you had a way of staying positive even in dark times.

So when he heard you crying one day, while Trevor and Sypha were asleep, he was very worried. He had walked over to where you laying on a bedroom, your head buried in a small dirty pillow. He sat down beside you and hesitated for a moment, before gently placing a hand on your back gently.

When you moved to sit up and looked at him, he felt his heart break at your tears. He immidetly pulled you into a hug and held you close while he said that everything would be okay. When you told him how you felt so bad right now, he held you closer and made sure to whisper words of comfort into your ear.

"Everything is okay, my sunshine."

Trevor:

When Trevor first meet you, he found it strange how positive you were in those dark times. He never once saw you cry or sad. Thinking back on it, he didn't know of even one day where you seemed to have even one negative emotion. He jokingly called you a positive angel and every time you were too positive in his eyes, he called you that.

When everyone had settled down to sleep one day, he opened his eyes when he heard a small whimper. He sighed and sat up, ready to complain, untill he found you shaking a bit on your bedroll. It took his brain a hot minute to catch up with the fact that you were actually crying as quietly as you could.

Trevor being Trevor, he was not good at talking about feelings and stuff like that, so he laid down behinde you. he touvhed your back to make you turn to him and then carefully pulled you into his arms to hold you against his chest. Trevor gently nuzzled your hair and stroked one hand up and down your back.

"Let it all out, angel. Cry as much as you need to."

Sypha:

Sypha always loved how positive you were, no matter what you were doing. You were up against a monster? You fought with a smile. You accidently dropped your favouirte book in some mud? You joked about it while smiling brightly. You tripped over the root of a tree and scarped open your knee? You smiled all happy still and joked about how rude the root was for making you trip. She belived you were incapable of being sad.

So when she made a fire one night where you guys camped, while Trevor and Alucard were out hunting a few rabbits for dinner, she blinked when she heard a whimper. She looked to where it came from and when she saw you hugging your knees, she blinked and toched your shoulder. "My dearest, are you okay?" She asked.

When you shook your head and let out a loud sob, she was shocked and quickly hugged you. She immidetly asaked if everything was okay, sounding almost protective. When you told her that you felt depressed, she held you even closer.

"Please vent to me. I am here forever and I will hold you untill you feel better, my dearest."

Hector:

How you were so postive was beyond him. The world was so fucked and you were helping killing humans. How you could find it in yourself to smile all day really was a mystery. Even wewre you created monsters, being a forgemaster as well, he found you smiling as you worked away and made the worst looking monsters known to mankind.

So when he one day walked past your forgery room and he hear sobs coming from the room, it made him stop walking. He even took some steps back and frowned, opening the door to see if maybe you had accidently gotten hurt by a monster you had made.

When he instead saw you sitting on the ground, hugging your legs while your face was buried in your knees, he felt his heart ache. He approched your carefully and knelt down beside you. "My love?" he asked softly and tensed when you quickly hugged him while crying. He hugged you back then and held you close, letting you cry into his chest. "Did someone hurt you? I can kill them if you want." Hector said gently and played with your hair. When you calmed down a bit and told him that you just felt depressed, he held you almost protective now.

"Then I will stay by your side untill you feel better, my love."

[dat-carovieh]

Idk if anyone will even want to interact, but I wanted to do one of these and see what happens.

[euryalex]

(Art by @ziorre)

De grens tussen levenden en doden wordt met de dag dunner. Er is geen rechtssysteem meer. De mensheid sterft langzaam uit. Toch zijn mensen vastbesloten om te overleven en een zo normaal mogelijk leven te leiden.

Noël had een plan. Hij zou overleven nadat zijn moeder hem verliet toen het allemaal begon. Hij zou op voedsel jagen, 's nachts kamperen en de man-bijt-man-wereld overleven die zijn leven was geworden.

Zijn plannen vallen echter in duigen wanneer hij na tien jaar wordt herenigd met zijn zus Julie. Hoewel hij zich niet kan herinneren waarom hij en zijn moeder jaren geleden zijn vertrokken, herinnert Julie zich alles.

In tegenstelling tot hem bewandelt zijn zus een ander pad. Een pad dat leidt naar wraak en dood. En zo komt hij erachter wat voor soort man hun vader was, en waarom zijn zus onvermurwbaar is hem te vinden. Wat Noël nog niet weet, is hoe ver Julie zal gaan. Misschien weet hij ook niet hoe ver hij zal gaan.

Hallo!

Ik heb mijn eerste boek geschreven! Het is ongeveer klaar maar ik zoek altijd feedback. Je kan het vinden op Wattpad!

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The line between the living and the dead becomes thinner every day. There is no longer a legal system. Humanity is slowly dying out. Yet people are determined to survive and live as normal a life as possible.

Noel had a plan. He would survive after his mother left him when it all started. He would hunt for food, camp at night, and survive the man-bites-man world that his life had become.

However, his plans fall apart when he is reunited with his sister Julie after ten years. Although he cannot remember why he and his mother left years ago, Julie remembers everything.

Unlike him, his sister follows a different path. A path that leads to revenge and death. And so he learns what kind of man their father was, and why his sister is adamant about finding him. What Noël doesn't know yet is how far Julie will go. Maybe he doesn't know how far he will go.

Hello!

I wrote my first book! It's ready but I'm always looking for feedback. You can find it on Wattpad

[ellesthots]

I just finished reading your fic on wattpad. I found it through here but read there because I like reading the comments. I had to come back here and talk to you about it.

Because you made me absolutely happy on the last three days, to the point that I went to sleep thinking about your fic and was excited to wake up and continue reading it.

I feel guilty for not commenting enough, but your writing involved me to the point that interrupting the flow of the reading seemed sacrilegious. There were so many moments that I had to stop and gather myself while reding because it made me feel so much of everything.

You are extremely talented. For real, it is so difficult to find characters that feel as real as yours. They felt so human, and that was my favorite part about it.

Like, so many writters have difficulties balancing the discribing part, but you didn't need to describe everything in extreme detail to make it feel like I was there.

Another thing that I absolutely loved was the flow of their thoughts. The perspective changing of what one of them was feeling and what the other was actually interpreting was sooo good. It's very hard to make me buy miscommunication. It often frustrates me because it feels cheap and not well thought, or frankly, it just feels not well executed. But you did just perfect.

And don't get me started on the slow burning. I live for that, omg it's so good. Every step they take is a hundred percent more significant because of it. And every touch they had made me absolutely giddy. There were times when I literally was kicking my feet and giggling because they made eye contact. It also made me reminisce the early stages of my relationship and that early feeling of being in love, when every toch feels a burning hot and electric.

I also am loving the sexual tension. Loviiiing.

Anyway, this was a mess. There is so much more that I could talk about, but I'm gonna spare you. I just wanted you to know how happy you made me and how talented you are. Thank you for being brave and giving as the privilege of having the tiniest look at your wonderful mind. I hope you know that writting this made someone kilometers away from you, all the way in Brazil feel connected to you and compelled by your writing.

Omg I can't stop writing it, bye.

first off, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for such a thoughtful, incredibly lovely comment 🥹 seriously, I had tears streaming down my face halfway through and had to pause!! it’s been a dream of mine that someone thinks about my fic the way you do! an absolute dream!

i’m so so so humbled that my writing made you feel so much, and it helped you reminisce on the early stages of love—it’s so beautiful, isn’t it? no need to apologize for ‘lack’ of commenting, comments are always a voluntary treat, and this more than makes up for it anyway!! also, no need to worry about sparing me, I ADORE interacting about my fic and hearing any and all thoughts, if you (or anyone else) has more, please keep them coming!! brightens my day so much when I’m able to interact with you all. love to hear what’s coming up :)

as for the characters, it means the world they’re coming alive on the page! from day one my goal was to make this very ‘slice of life’ and character-driven. people are so nuanced and contain so many different parts, especially in relation to one another, and I wanted to dig into that! there’s fumbling, doubts, contradictions, layers, multitudes. it’s not black and white, or superficial! working soo hard to create that depth, this is so validating to hear 😭 still so much to explore!!

miscommunication can be difficult, and it can often be very subtle! our mind tends to fill the blank in the silence, even. our interpretation is so colored by our experiences, insecurities, mood, everything! thank you for such an amazing compliment 💓

the connective experience of writing and sharing it is so fun, and I’m just absolutely over the moon with every word you wrote. the fact you felt connected and compelled, even across the globe !! my mind can hardly comprehend it!! surreal!! so happy to hear that the slow-burn is paying off and the sexual tension is palpable!! i can overthink sometimes and worry if im doing too much or not enough lol. messages/comments like these help quell my worries! so excited that we’re finally at the more ‘ramping up’ stage, thrilled to keep writing 🤭

i could also go on and on, but i wanted to thank you again. making art is so fun, but it becomes exponentially more fun to know people are picking up what you’re putting down and engaging with it so wholeheartedly. i’m SO GLAD my writing could make your days happier, my heart is so full. thank YOU for taking the time to write this comment and share your thoughts with me, it genuinely fills my cup like no other, and made me smile the whole day. still smiling!! 💖

[digenerate-trash]

OI MATE GIVE IT BACK OR AT LEAST LET ME READ IT… 😭

Got inspired by the anon *ahem* Btw idk if I got anything right with the personality’s but I will get anything wrong if it works tbh [yan Kylar vs Yan DoB bailey] As kylar snuck into the room he wasn’t expecting to notice Bailey and PC acting like a family what a foolish mistake Kylar made when he tried to kill Bailey in his slumber. Bailey woke up and punched Kylar in the face before anything was it luck? Or was it something else idk I don’t get paid for this shit. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here or anything at all you dare and try to kill me? Come on try again I will have fun skinning you alive until your nothing but bones” bailey said with a smirk on his face it angered Kylar to see him smile. “SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU TOCHED MY DARLING” Kylar yelled across the room as he backed away to charge at bailey. “Yours? Excuse me when did my partner become yours exactly last I checked she treated me like a husband while you’re getting treated like a family friend actually better yet a worthless rotten ball sack” bailey responded. “JUST DIE, actually that sounded better in my head… BUT STILL DIE” Kylar charged at bailey with the knife in his hand but he got knocked out right before he can even make a cut into his skin. Kylar wakes up and notices his view is dark but he hears a small chuckle he starts to feel cold very cold. “Well sunshine it’s time for me to teach you how to cut a human being fresh” bailey said. “O-ok” another voice responded. Kylar knows the voice it’s his darling he tries to speak out and ask for help but his tongue was already cut out he can only try and scream for mercy as he feels his body get cut and bruised from a butcher. ↞ KO ↠

so this is the fic I was sent. I'm keeping the OG because it's mine. y'all can't have it.

(they recently sent me another one too and that one is also mine. >:) )

[flowerhays]

Rescue Bots/Rescue Bot Academy Humanized designs! I think they all turned out really cute! I Decided to gives Blades the look of his Holo-form form from the episode Camp Cody, and I am in love with the curly hair. I plan to make more Transformers Humanized stuff! I like the idea of Humanformers and designing the bots as if they were regular humans! It's been a LONG LONG LONG time since I've even toched Tumblr, but I plan to post here more often starting now! So keep on the look out for more content from me!

[devosopmaandag]

Het niet-eeuwige geheugen

Ik zocht mijn geheugen af naar mijn allereerste boek als kind. Ergens in die vuilnisbelt moet het toch te vinden zijn. Ik heb wel eens een boek mijn eerste genoemd, maar ik geloof dat dat niet helemaal waar is. Genoeg vroege herinneringen aan lezen, aan plaatjes, aan boeken halen in de bibliotheek midden in het Julianapark. Maar dat eerste boek? Bij ons thuis werd niet gelezen, boeken waren er amper. Maar het moet mijn moeder zijn geweest die een kinderboekenabonnement nam bij de Arbeiderspers. Was het eens per kwartaal dat er een nieuw kinderboek werd bezorgd? Zo bouwde ik mijn eerste boekbezit op, zo komt het dat één verhaal uit een van die boeken zich altijd weer losmaakt uit die vuilnisbelt: 'God en meneer Zuurpruim'. Ik omring mij nu met mijn boeken, ik woon in de groeiende jas van mijn leven.

En nu zag ik deze week de Chileense documentaire 'The Eternal Memory'*, over Augusto Góngora, journalist en filmmaker, en zijn vrouw Paulina Urrutia, atrice en politica. Augusto krijgt rond zijn zestigste Alzheimer en sterft negen jaren later. In de film wordt het echtpaar jarenlang van dichtbij gevolgd. Ik voelde tijdens het kijken een toenemende druk in mijn borststreek, een soort pijn die werd verzacht door beelden van hun wederzijdse liefde. Maar de diepten van zijn groeiende eenzaamheid, zijn angsten en ontreddering waren bijna onverdraaglijk om aan te zien. Als het om euthanasie gaat, denk ik wel eens: moet een mens dat ene ongevraagde en onontkoombare mensenleven niet volbrengen? Hoe dan ook? Na zo'n film ben ik daar niet meer zo zeker van. Waar aanvankelijk zijn neergang nog een verlicht soort liefde tussen hen beiden teweeg brengt, liefde van het allertederste soort, wordt deze aan het einde hartverscheurend.

Ik volsta hier met de eigen woorden van Augusto en Paulina in die laatste fase. Augusto loopt verdwaasd in zijn studeerkamer rond met een stapel boeken onder zijn arm. Af en toe laat hij er een vallen. Hij praat toonloos in zichzelf. Paulina probeert hem gerust te stellen en af te leiden.

Augusto: Als ze me willen vermoorden doen ze het maar. Ik ga wel alleen. Ik ga andere vrienden zoeken die me de boeken geven

Paulina: Je bent heel moe en ik kan je helpen.

Augsto: Maar hoe ga je me helpen?

Paulina: Ik kan je boeken vasthouden en je helpen. Ik kan je wat water geven.

Augsto Goed. Waar? In mijn huis?

Paulina: Ja

Augsto: Als je dat doet ben ik je zo dankbaar als maar kan.

Paulina: Hier zit je heel goed. En met je boeken gaat het ook goed. Al deze boeken worden goed bewaard.

Augsto: Ik kan niet meer. Wat gebeurt er met me?

Mijn boeken.

Mijn boeken.

Mijn boeken betekenen zo veel voor me.

Vergeef me.

* La memoria infinita | regie en script Maite Alberdi | camera Pablo Valdés | 85 minuten | 2023 | uitgezonden door omroep Human op woensdag 18 september 2024 op NPO 2

[pespillo]

What are some toch headcanons you have (doesnt matter which characters im just interested?

collector gets nerve damage and scars on their wrists from where the belos´s infection was setting in , he has tremors and shouldnt force doing so much hand work physically nor magic wise, starts clapping instead of snapping their fingers.

luz tried to start smoking cigarettes a year post the finale, she did in secret, really didnt like it at all, left it immediately, one time hunter found them and talked her ear off sobbing ,crying and whimpering that these things are poison and kill humans and he knows because gus told him so, lmao.

speaking of such, neither luz,king,collector or eda can look at anything moldy anymore without immediately getting nauseous and throwing it away or stomping or cleaning it off.

[blue-b-bro]

The Silk and metamorphosis

So, I was rewatching s1 and we have that scene:

And I was thinking. Ed sounds like it’s the first time he saw/toched cashmere, he sounds fascinated. And I was in the middle of writing the color meta, co of course I noticed the color of the fabric.

But let’s make a step back. What’s Ed relationship with silk? The symbol of vulnerability, softness, unobtainable luxury. It’s important that Ed had only this much of silk in his life.

But Stede, even tho in universe could afford all of those beautiful clothes, didn’t wear them before the Revenge. He doesn’t wear all soft and luxurious fabrics at his house. So it’s not about the money.

And now, going back to cashmere. Why cashmere? To show how rich Stede is? How frivolous he is, buying exquisite cashmere and marmalade instead of gun powder? 

This is a scene where Ed meets Stede (like consciously) and discovers his world of wonder Ed couldn’t even dream of, couldn’t because it was “forbidden” for him to want it, but also, because he didn’t know it could be this incredible! So Stede’s life is even better, than Ed’s idea of happiness. (kinda sad ngl) (notice tho that all those clothes are in a secret wardrobe, not on display for others to see or damage)

Now, what we know about silk and cashmere:

“Silk and cashmere are both incredibly soft. However, their softness comes with different feelings. Silk feels more like a gentle breeze, while cashmere is like a fluffy cloud.”

“Although a strong material, silk can be torn much easier than cashmere.”

“On average, silk is cheaper than cashmere, but it all depends on the quality and manufacturer.”

So if silk is Ed’s vision of happiness, his soft side, his heart, and cashmere is Stede’s, then I’d say Ed’s vision of happiness is something less demanding (like, accepting what you get and not asking for more, thing), and Stede’s takes a lot of work*, like, a lot, but the results are stronger and more valuable (I’m not saying Stede has it, more like he aims for it, and offers that to Ed as well).

Going back to silk, because I have more deranged theories. What is silk made of? The cocoons of silkworms. What is a silkworm? A moth. A nighttime butterfly. What cocoons and butterflies symbolizes? Metamorfosis, turning into something better, different, more beautiful. And what moths symbolizes additionally? 

“(...) positive transformation in your life, one that will lead to new spiritual wisdom. When a caterpillar becomes a moth, it loses its old self, but it gains the ability to fly. In the same way, you’re moving on from the person you used to be and becoming a more spiritually enlightened version of yourself.”

“In one Buddhist story, the Buddha notices that moths who fly recklessly into the flame get burned, while moths that move cautiously toward the light survive. This represents the dangers of chasing pleasure heedlessly. When humans get attached to sensory pleasures, they can get consumed, like moths to the flame.”

“Moths are attracted to light, and some cultures associate this with a soul’s journey toward "the light" when passing from life to death. In Chinese folklore, moths are also associated with the souls of loved ones who have passed away, and many believe they bring messages from the afterlife.”

“Moths are nocturnal, and they can find their way around in the dark. This symbolizes your own ability to navigate the world based on your instincts and inner knowledge.”

Maybe it’s red threading at this point, but whatever, it fits Ed, ok?

Before we continue in that direction, let’s go to episode 7. Stede buys the fake map and they find, by accident, a moth, apparently a rare one (surprisingly I didn't go deeper into why that moth specifically, but it's yellow&pink) Who we associate with moths? Ed. Stede, going on his pirate adventure, following stories about how pirate life looks like (fairy tales and other reliable sources), finds Ed, completely by accident. Found him and his beautiful, soft side, he so rarely shows. And Ed of course calls it just a bug. Of course he does. But Stede is delighted! (and the map is destroyed, as if destroying the false idea of what their relationship should look like, and they followed their heart from then on, etc.)

Let’s go back, to metamorphosis. Ed thinks he’s a bad person, and is afraid he cannot change that, that’s just what he is. And here comes the deranged Buttons's side plot: he says he cannot love the sea properly in his human form and decided, on his own volition, that he will transform into a bird. And he did! In front of Ed. And Ed looked like his whole worldview changed completely. “Fly brother” and all. He’s suddenly full of hope! (also Izzy, from just a useful tool, became a family member, with the power of love and wooden leg in this episode, no I’m not crying, don’t touch me)

*Cashmere goats produce a double fleece that consists of a fine, soft undercoat or underdown of hair mingled with a straighter and much coarser outer coating of hair called guard hair. For the fine underdown to be sold and processed further, it must be de-haired. De-hairing is a mechanical process that separates the coarse hairs from the fine hair. De-hairing is made slightly easier by removing the undercoat by hand, rather than shaving the entire coat. This process takes much longer to remove the cashmere, but produces a much finer, higher quality fiber.

[rosewaterandivy]

cf & dd timeline

This will not reflect every single aspect of the gilded age (1870s to 1890s) but it will include various points of historical and technological interest in addition to Nell and Steve’s personal histories. As such, spoilers will be included and updated with each chapter; so if you’d rather not deal with that, please avoid this!

Note: Italics denote events of the plot, & updates will occur after chapters are published. This is work in progress so more dates and details will be added as I think of them. Historical dates and information was provided by the National Humanities Center and my own research.

1858 - June: Samuel and Ameila Harrington welcome the birth of their son and heir, Steven.

November: Arthur and Delphine Fairchild welcome the birth of their daughter, Eleanor. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

1865 - Lincoln Inauguration, Civil War Ends, Lincoln Assassination, Ratification of the 13th Amendment

1866 - the National Labor Union was founded on August 20, First successful transatlantic cable is completed (England to the United States).

1868 - June 25: Congress enacts an 8-hour workday for workers employed by the government, July: Ratification of the 14th Amendment.

1869 - January: Grant Inauguration, Commanche Chief Toch-a-way informs Gen. Philip H. Sheridan that he is a "good Indian," Sheridan reportedly replied: "The only good Indian is a dead Indian."

May: First Transcontinental Railroad completed when Union Pacific and Central Pacific lines met in Utah solidified by a golden railroad spike to link the railroads.

September 24: First “Black Friday” stock market panic due to financier’s attempt to corner the market on gold.

1870 - February: Hiram R. Revels of Mississippi becomes the first African American to serve in the US Senate. Joseph H. Rainey of South Carolina becomes the first Black Representative, J.D. Rockefeller establishes Standard Oil of Ohio.

March: 15th Amendment is Ratified

1871 - P.T. Barnum opens his three-ring circus, hailing it as the "Greatest Show on Earth,"

March: Indian Appropriations Act - Congress declares that Indian tribes will no longer be treated as independent nations with whom the government must conduct negotiations; Native Americans legally become wards of the nation.

October 8: The Great Chicago Fire claims 250 lives and destroys 17,500 buildings.

1872 - Montgomery Ward & Co., the first mail-order business, opens in Chicago.

Nov. 5: Susan B. Anthony and other women's suffrage advocates are arrested for attempting to vote in Rochester, N.Y.

1873 - Grant’s second inauguration, The first electric streetcar begins operation in New York City; Free mail delivery begins in all cities above 20,000 population; Mark Twain and C. D. Warner publish the novel The Gilded Age.

Mar. 3: The Comstock Act prohibits the mailing of obscene literature.

Sept. 18: The Financial Panic of 1873 begins. 5,183 business fail; Congress makes gold the national standard and eliminates all silver currency.

Period of recurring epidemics beginning in 1865 comes to an end. From Boston to New Orleans, epidemics of smallpox, cholera, typhus, typhoid, scarlet fever, and yellow fever had killed thousands.

1875 - Steven begins his studies at Harvard; Nell begins hers at Vassar; Christopher, her older brother begins his final year at Harvard. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

1876 - Centennial Exposition opens in Philadelphia, celebrating the 100th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.

Feb. 14: 29-year-old Alexander Graham Bell patents the telephone.

May: The nation celebrates its centennial by opening an International Exhibition in Philadelphia.

Christopher graduates from Harvard and goes on his Grand Tour. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

June 25: Battle of the Little Big Horn - George A. Custer and 265 officers and enlisted men are killed by Sioux Indians led by Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse at the Little Horn River in Montana.

1877 - Hayes Inauguration, Reconstruction ends with the withdrawal of federal troops in the south, Great Railroad Strike: After West Virginia railroad workers strike to protest wage reductions, sympathy strikes and violence spread across the Midwest. Federal troops break the strikes.

June to Oct.: Nez Percé Indians, led by Chief Joseph, surrender after a 1600-mile trek retreating from U.S. troops through the U.S. northwest. They are sent to a reservation in Indian Territory (Oklahoma).

Thomas Edison patents the phonograph.

Christopher Fairchild weds Marian Hudson. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

1878 - German engineer Karl Benz produces the first automobile powered by an internal combustion engine; Thomas Edison patents the photograph.

Jan. 10: The Senate defeats a woman's suffrage amendment 34-16.

Steve graduates from Harvard University. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

1879 - The Carlisle School (Pa.) is opened “Americanize” Indian children.

Feb. 15: Congress grants woman attorneys the right to argue cases before the Supreme Court.

Oct. 21: Edison invents the first practical light bulb.

Steve travels Europe on his Grand Tour; Nell returns to France upon news of her parent’s ill health. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

1881 - Helen Hunt Jackson's Century of Dishonor recounts the government's unjust treatment of Native Americans.

January: Christopher and Marian Fairchild welcome the birth of their son and heir, August.

May: Steven returns to New York from the Continent; begins working with his father at their various real estate holdings. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted.)

July 2: President James Garfield is shot by Charles Guiteau, a disgruntled office-seeker. He died on Sept. 19.

July 4: Booker T. Washington opens Tuskegee Institute.

July 19: Sitting Bull and other Sioux Indians return to the United States from Canada.

September: Arthur and Delphine Fairchild pass away after battling tuberculosis; Christopher takes over the family holdings and arranges for his sister to travel back to New York from France; Marian begins paying calls to the Four Hundred and laying the groundwork for Eleanor’s societal debut. (Occurs before the story starts, not depicted but mentioned.)

1882 - Attorney Samuel Dodd devises the trust, under which stockholders turn over control of previously independent companies to a board of trustees; Standard Oil Trust, the first trust, is formed by John D. Rockefeller.

May 6: Congress passes the Chinese Exclusion Act, barring Chinese Chinese immigration for ten years.

December: Eleanor arrives in New York from France entering her half-mourning period and Steven has one-sided meet cute; news the arrival spreads quickly; her debutante ball to be held at the Fairchild manse on 5th Avenue is the talk of the town. (Chapter I. Coup de foudre - story begins here.)

1883 -

January: Mrs. Astor’s annual ball, the most anticipated event of the season, is held; Nell and Steve both receive invitations.

March 26: Mrs. Vanderbilt, feeling snubbed by The Four Hundred, throws her famous masquerade ball, commemorating the completion of her new Fifth Avenue mansion, Petit Château; Nell and Steve are once again invited to the masquerade, but Nell is warned by Marian to keep her distance from Mr. Harrington; each invite has instructions to dress as their assigned characters. (Chapter II. Traîner quelqu'un dans la boue)

[urdgealesisbaby]

I don't know if you write for Seishiro Hiragi, but if you do can I please get an Seishiro Hiragi x Reader.

They both hate each other, and they have a disagreement at an important meeting, but behind closed doors, they're actually lovers.

It could be NSFW or not, I'll leave that up to you!

Hello! Sure thing! I have to admit the fact that I'm not really a fan of Seishiro Hiragi,but your request is just soo amazing and I like it very much!

Warning!NSFW CONTENT!(Only mentioned/implied)

Lovers behind the doors,enemies outside-scenario->Seishiro Hiragi x reader

Seishiro Hiragi

It was yet another day at work.You were working of course for the most prestigious family in the Seraph of The End verse,the elite Hiragi family.

Kureto had summoned you to attend a meeting and you had to attend to it,it was after all your boss who summoned you.

You did hate those meetings,you really hated them,apart from everyone trying to impress the Hiragi Family with their achievments so that they may promote to a higher rank or get more privileges,you also had to deal with the man called Seishiro Hiragi,the younger brother of Kureto Hiragi.

Although they were brothers,they were kind of the opposite of each other.Like yeah,they both were prideful because they were Hiragis,but Seishiro was even more prideful than Kureto,which was why Seishiro was such a pain in the ass for you.

You weren't the only one though,kind of everyone shared the same opinions as you:Kureto was tolerable,almost like a leader everyone wanted to be,but on the other hand,Seishiro? Seishiro was just another prideful Hiragi,nothing more.Or so you though?

No one knew what you two were hiding all this time.

At the meeting:

"Everyone,I need suggestions for keeping humanity safe and killing more vampires in a short amount of time!"Kureto says.

"I think I have a suggestion,what if we give more cursed gear to more people,even the common folk,so that they can protect themselves?"you say.

Then,Seishiro says:

"What a stupid idea coming from a stupid member of the council,if we do that,the world would become a chaos,we can't just let anyone have cursed gear this easily!"

"If you have a better idea,then say it,if you don't,then shut up and keep your tongue in your mouth,or should I remove it for you?"you say,annoyed by his remark.

"You dare speak like that to a Hiragi? Maybe I should have your tongue for that,wouldn't you say so?" he says.

"You two!Calm down,we haven't organised a meeting just so that you are arguing!Nobody will have nobody's tongue!Cut the crap!" Kureto says.

After the meeting is over,everyone is told to get back to their rooms,as it is becoming night outside.

As you walk on your way home,when you arrive at the front of your door,someone taps your shoulder.

"What a pretty outfit you have on....y/n"he says.

"I thought you were gonna say it was a stupid outfit for a stupid person"

"I got tired of saying that,repeating words can become annoying,wouldn't you think?"

He says that as he starts to get his face closer to yours.

"I...I agree....Seishiro-sama" you say as you melt in his kiss.

"You don't have to call me like that here,that's just work honorifics we use.In private,call me however you wish,prince/princess."

You two start making out while you enter your home.Then,he places you on your bed and you two start undressing.

"You.....have such a sweet scent,y/n"

"Thank....you"

He starts kissing your neck and you two both get very excited.

"Ahhh~" y/n moans.

"What is that,my little bird? You feeling good? You like what I'm doing to you?"

"mhm......Yes"

As you two start touching yourselves more passionately,him touching your chest and you toching his one,you two have a splendid night together.

That was it,that was your secret,that's what you two are hiding from everyone else.You love him,he loves you,and no one knows it.Except for you.

I hope you liked this!<3

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Another Song (and Some Dark Thoughts)

Dear Future Husband,

My last post was about this song L'man Achai by The Chevra, but that's not the only song that I listened to over Chanukah that ended up as an earworm for me. One of the other songs that's been kicking around my brain, one which wasn't as much on the forefront of my mind as L'man Achai, but which has still bobbed to the top on occasion, is the Six13 acapella version of L'Cha Dodi.

My brain tends to pick certain lines of a song and just repeat those over and over (surprisingly not always the chorus), so I rarely have the whole song on repeat in my head, and instead it's just a few bars.

And this time the part on repeat was primarily the end of the zemer:

So the line "Toch emunei am segulah" has been floating around my brain for a couple of weeks. And again, my Hebrew skills aren't that amazing, so I'm pretty bad at knowing the translations of the songs that I sing unless I think reeally hard about them. And I didn't really think too much about what this whole zemer means.

But I was just on a forum reading about the Jews as the "chosen people" and it occurred to me I don't know where that reference actually comes from. So I went to chatgpt and asked for the source (viewable here), which is apparently from Devarim 7:6.

I tried Sefaria, but I think chabad.org has the better translation for this passuk. (Although you can see some consistencies in the various translation options on Sefaria)

The word used for "chosen" appears to be bachor which usually refers to an oldest son who is given the choice portion of an inheritance. Which in this case would refer to the fact that every nation of people on planet earth are God's children and are all loved by Him, regardless of race, gender, religious affiliation, etc, and that the Jewish people are just the "oldest", the ones who are supposed to lead and teach the rest of the world, and with that responsibility comes additional requirements, and thus additional rewards.

I could go into a whole d'var torah about that, but that's not really what interested me...

What interested me, in case you didn't catch it already, is the reference to "Am Segulah" (His "treasured nation") in both places.

We don't really use that term often and it just kind of struck me while reading this passage that this portion that defines the Jews as "chosen" also uses the same term that has been bopping around my head for a couple of weeks.

Off the top of my head I couldn't have told you that segulah meant 'treasure', because we tend to use that term when we refer to a good luck charm (for lack of a better term), which I guess could be equated to a treasure if you think about it like that?

But usually treasure is something unrelated to luck. It's gold and diamonds and anything a dragon would hoard. Or it's sentimental, a memorial to something special with personal significance. To treasure something is to love it and protect it and keep it safe.

According to the wikipedia page for segulah, it's a charm or ritual in kabbalistic practice intended for protection or benevolence. Although over time a lot of kabbalistic practices have kind of become enmeshed with mainstream orthodox Jewish practice, so a lot of these "segulot" are accepted in general orthodox Jewish society without knowledge of their kabbalistic origins. Some refer to these as old wives tales and say to stop attempting these "extra credit projects" and just do the "required assignments" of proper Torah adherence if you want the benefits that are supposedly "guaranteed" by the segulot...

Kabbalah really became a thing during the Middle Ages (aka The Dark Ages), which was fraught with darkness and evil and superstition. Stories like the Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales and our own stories of the Golem originate from these times. It was also an era of mass death, whether inflicted by disease or humans. There was so much hatred and persecution towards various groups, but most especially Jews, who were kicked out of so many countries across Europe, that it makes sense that people would have wanted anything of protection and comfort to hold onto in those dark times.

But most of these modern segulot aren't amulets, they're not technically treasured artifacts, they're more ritualistic. For example:

People pray at the Kotel for 40 consecutive days as a segulah.

People take challah as a segulah.

People drink from the kos shel bracha at a wedding as a segulah.

People recite the entire sefer of tehillem as a segulah.

Etc.

So when I was "translating" the words in my head, trying to figure out what I was singing, "Am Segulah" never translated to 'treasured nation' or 'treasured people,' because that wasn't my association with the word 'segulah.'

And I'm kind of curious if we truly see ourselves as an "Am Segulah".

Do we view ourselves as something to be treasured?

Do we view ourselves as a group that deserves Divine protection and love and care?

I know that I personally don't.

Nothing about my life thus far has even hinted to me that I'm truly loved or cared for or treasured by humans OR God.

And I look around at all the awfulness that has happened to the Jews over the last 3000 years and I wonder how we lose our way so quickly in practically every generation.

Is it a self fulfilling prophesy?

Like in the story of Yoseph haTzaddik that we've been discussing in recent parshios - he told his family his dreams about them all bowing to him and THEY interpreted it as them treating him like a king. If they hadn't interpreted it that way or if he hadn't shared the dreams with them at all, would they have gotten mad at him and tried to get rid of him? Would the famine in Egypt have happened at all? Would Klal Yisrael have ever ended up in slavery in Mitzrayim?

How much of what we go through is predetermined and how much of it is the consequence of our own individual and collective actions?

For the majority of the Shabbossim over the last year I've spent time reading Jewish history books, most of which is stories or overviews of particular Rabbis from various eras, but the rest of it is just one horrid story after another. More in-fighting, more persecution, more exile. It's a never ending cycle that we just can't seem to break.

One story that continuously sticks out in my mind since reading about it earlier this year is the accounts of what happened in Eretz Yisrael globally and Yerushalayim specifically during the Chorban Bayis Sheini. It is absolutely horrific.

In elementary and middle school they dumb stuff down for us, so we end up with the childhood song lyrics that stick with us into adulthood that warp our ideas of the entire situation. Lyrics like:

(TOGETHER BY ABIE ROTENBERG) I am an ancient wall of stone, atop a hill so high. And if you listen with your heart, you just may hear my cry. Where has the Bais Hamikdash gone, I stand here all alone. How long am I to wait for all my children to come home? A house of marble and of gold once stood here by my side. From far and wide all came to see its beauty and its pride. But Sin’as Chinam brought it down, and with it so much pain. Now only Ahavas Yisroel can build it once again. CHORUS 1: Together, together, you stood by Har Sinai, my daughters and sons. Forever, forever, you must stand together forever as one.

And with this "romantic" version of the Kotel longing for a Bais Hamikdash we can't relate to, destroyed in a time and controversy we don't understand, we have absolutely no idea how horrific the actual circumstances were because nobody speaks about it.

"But Sinas Chinam brought it down"

Do we even know what that means?

We come up with so many of our own contemporary examples but those are seriously watered down versions of the appalling and gruesome things that were happening that caused the complete destruction of the Bais Hamikdash.

I'm 35 years old. I've been through orthodox Jewish day schools and I've been to seminary.

And never once did I hear anyone discuss it, even when we visited locations like Massada.

Nobody wants to address the harsh realities.

But how are we supposed to recognize the deeply rooted problems in order to fix them if nobody is willing to talk about it?

Rabbi Berel Wein and Rabbi David Fohrman are two of the few Rabbis I've seen discuss any of this darkness.

Rabbi Wein discusses it in his 1990s book trilogy on Jewish history. Most of Jewish history happens against a complex and continuously active and morphing secular political background, but Jews turning against Jews in the streets outside the Bais Hamikdash was OUR fault.

It was US vs US.

The streets of Yerushalayim ran red as Jewish people slaughtered each other in cold blood over disagreements. All while daily karbanos were still being accepted by Hashem in the Bais Hamikdash.

We literally can't wrap our heads around what that means.

We don't understand what it means to truly despise each other that much over nothing.

We've just exited Chanukah and it's a celebration that isn't taught in full context either.

Whenever we discussed Chanukah in grade school and even in seminary, we never went into deep discussions about the war that was being fought by the Macabees. Everything taught about the story of Chanukah was just so superficial, which is crazy because there's so much more context and nuance that lends insight into who we are as a people and what it means to survive, all of which is never really touched on.

Chanukah was not the end of the war. It was a miraculous respite in the form of a won battle and a small jar of oil. But it was not a won war.

The Bais Hamikdash still stood during the Chanukah story, but it doesn't anymore. The end of that story was not a positive one.

We annually celebrate a momentary victory of such "minor" proportions that the holiday wasn't even instituted until a year after it occurred because the leaders of the time weren't even sure what to make of it right away.

But nobody talks about how and why the Hasmonean dynasty (the Macabee family) died out and has no descendants alive today. One of the descendants became the Kohen Gadol and literally imprisoned and murdered his own family members, including his mother. (I highly recommend the Aleph Beta videos for insight into this with a positive conclusion).

We all just want to white wash history into an "everyone hates the Jews, but we didn't do anything wrong" narrative and that's just not true. We are constantly doing wrong. That's why we haven't earned the 3rd and final Bais Hamikdash yet.

And I've been raised by pessimistic people who suffer from anxiety and depression that has been coded into their DNA by previous generations who suffered from anxiety and depression, and so my outlook has always been more negative and I tend to focus on the negative more often than I should.

And this means that when I talk to friends who have experienced something negative in the frum world or I read accounts online, whether it's here on tumblr or in a frum group on facebook, and when I see some of the disgusting comments left by people who don't care that their name and their family members' names will forever be associated with that comment, I immediately think "well, color me unsurprised. it's cuz we're all horrible failures who treat each other like garbage. we are undeserving of anything good. why are we even here?"

So I'm rarely emotionally effected by this stuff because it just seems unfortunately "normal" to me. And reading these historic accounts and seeing how awful we've been to each other for millennia.... I'm just continually unsurprised by the negative things that result here in the modern world.

I think that's one of the reasons I've been so "unaffected" by this war.

Because in my mind it's "of course this is happening. we've grown too comfortable, too complacent. and that complacency leads to us treating each other like trash, which leads to yet another pogrom."

Because "when the yidden don't make kiddush, the goyim make havdalah."

It happened in Mitzrayim. It happened in Shushan. It happened in Germany.

We like to say "never again" in reference to the Holocaust, but what are we saying?

It seems like more often than not we're saying "we won't let the goyim kill our people" but we have no control over that.

Hashem does.

The only things we have control over are our own actions. And our own actions, when focused on the things we're supposed to be doing, are what will prevent the goyim from killing us.

But it always starts with us.

And I'm trying, dear Future Husband. I'm really trying.

I know most of what I do is wrong. And I'm trying to correct myself. I'm often so stuck inside my own head that my constant failures are all I can think about and it makes positive change harder than pushing a boulder up a steep hill, but I'm trying.

I visited Israel for a short time earlier this year for the first time since seminary and I got pushback from pretty much everyone I spoke to when I told them that, despite having plans to stay in a city outside of Yerushalayim which I had to catch a bus for, and shlepping huge bags with me, I wanted to visit the Kosel first thing.

"You can do that later in the week when you're settled."

"You'll end up missing your bus if you're shlepping all over Yerushalayim when you get in."

But it was important to me and I couldn't understand how it wasn't important to everyone else.

Upon entering the land that even Moshe Rabbeinu didn't have the privilege to step foot in, how could the Kosel - the location of the greatest tragedies in Jewish history, and the holiest place on earth - not be my first stop??

How could tearing kriyah not be the first thing I do?

In fact, when I told people I needed to go and tear kriyah, some of them even asked "oh, you do that?" as though it's not an accepted thing to tear kriyah at the site of ultimate sadness in Jewish life and history. Some people told me I should wait until rosh chodesh so I wouldn't have to tear, because "loophole!"

To me, not visiting the Kosel first thing would be like being away from your parents' house for decades and then coming to stay in your old bedroom without saying hello to them first. Such a slap in the face. (And this is coming from someone who grew up in a family steeped in dysfunction and doesn't speak to her father...)

But so many people wanted me to push it off because it would be "an inconvenience."

THAT is what I mean when I say we are complacent.

THAT is what I mean when I say we are too comfortable.

I know so many people who live in Yerushalayim and when I was there and asked some of them the last time they visited the Kosel, I got numbers ranging from weeks to months. (A few said days, but not most).

Because "life gets in the way" and "we get busy."

And I know I'm not perfect in any way, shape, or form, but that honestly blew my mind and made me feel differently about everyone, and not in a good way.

Which just reinforces my negativity, which is even more problematic...

But I keep trying anyway.

How I wish Hashem would speak to me more clearly than the cryptic messages He sends me like this odd "coincidence" of the term "Am Segulah". Because I don't know what this message means.

Maybe it's a nod to the idea that we are cherished despite not feeling like we are. Maybe it's a message to tell me that I need to think more positively. Or maybe it's something else that I won't understand until the day that I die. I have no idea.

Regardless, wherever you are, I hope that you are trying too.

Because these are trying times. And all we can do is try.

-LivelyHeart

[ynseincanada]

donderdag 21/09/2023

Ik ben bijna een maand in Canada! Hoe ongelooflijk is dat? De grootste verandering tot nu is de kostprijs van bepaalde dingen . Een broodje van normale grootte van Subway kost gemiddeld 15 CAD (= 10.46 euro). Mijn schoolboeken - in totaal 10 boeken - waren origineel 400 CAD (=278.94 euro). Ik heb gelukkig veel tweedehands kunnen kopen.

Al mijn vakken (Human Rights in International Perspective, Canadian Texts: Literary Ecologies & Social Inclusion and Digital Technologies) zijn super interessant. Er hangt een hele toffe leersfeer, iedereen is oprecht geïnteresseerd in de lessen.

Voor mijn vak Canadian Texts zijn we de laatste twee lessen naar buiten gegaan om te praten over de teksten die we moesten lezen. Hoe leuk is het om te praten over Canada's natuur in de Canadese natuur?!

Vandaag ben ik naar de Rutherfold bibliotheek gegaan om een boek uit te lenen. Rondlopen op campus is kalmerend en leuk, want je komt overal dieren tegen (spot de eekhoorn).

Ik heb ook geweldige leuke kamergenoten. Anna en ik zijn vorig vorig weekend naar een boekenmarkt geweest, waar een bibliotheek oude gebruikte boeken verkocht. Ik heb vijf boeken gekocht voor zeven dollar (= 4,88 euro). Anna en ik zijn onze volgende boekentrip al aan het plannen.

Mijn andere kamergenoot Jin is ook geweldig. Ze heeft schattige stickers op mijn deur geplakt (ze vindt dat de meeste linkse lijkt op Beau). Een avond kwam ik terug naar mijn kamer en was een super lieve post-it (en snoepje) op mijn deur geplakt. <3

Ook nog een leuk feitje: al mijn professoren kunnen mijn naam niet goed uitspreken. In plaats van 'Ynse' noemen ze me 'Ynsie'. Een bijnaam dat mijn papa altijd gebruikt. Zo voel ik me toch een beetje thuis.

tot de volgende keer

x ynse

thursday 21/09/2023

I've been in Canada for almost a month! How incredible is that? The biggest change so far is the cost of certain things . A normal-sized sandwich from Subway costs an average of 15 CAD (=11.14 USD). My textbooks - a total of 10 books - were originally 400 CAD (=297.11 USD). I was fortunately able to buy a lot second-hand.

All my courses (Human Rights in International Perspective, Canadian Texts: Literary Ecologies & Social Inclusion and Digital Technologies) are super interesting. There is a very cool learning atmosphere, everyone is genuinely interested in the classes.

For my course Canadian Texts, we went outside to talk about the texts we had to read. How fun is it to talk about Canada's nature in Canadian nature?!

Today I went to the Rutherfold library. Walking around campus is so calming and fun because you run into animals everywhere (spot the squirrel).

I also have great fun roommates. Anna and I went to a book fair last weekend, when a library was selling old used books. I bought five books for seven dollars (= 5.20 USD). Anna and I are already planning our next book trip.

My other roommate Jin is also great. She put cute stickers on my door (she thinks the most left one looks like my cat Beau - who I miss terribly). One night I came back to my room and there was a super sweet post-it (and candy) stuck on my door. <3

Another fun fact: all my professors can't pronounce my name correctly. Instead of "Ynse," they call me "Ynsie" (which is a nickname my dad always calls me). That way I feel a little bit at home after all.

see you next time

x ynse

PS: I would LOVE to receive some postcards. Let me know if you want my address!!!

[liefdesleven]

Hallo Kutrecht anon hiero natuurlijk weer met de spicy takes.

Toch nog effekes terug naar Kutrecht, ik weet mijn god dus niet meer welke plek het precies was (behalve dan Utrecht) maar ik had misschien moeten vertellen dat het mij pijn deed als een autist die architectuur studeert. (Fysieke en mentale pijn btw) Like van alle plaatsen en vooral moderne woonwijken die ik heb moeten aanzien in Nederland, deed deze me fysiek pijn. Het is jaren geleden maar ik lig nog wakker van die architectuur terreur.

Nou ben ik helaas ook weleens in Frankrijk geweest (tegen mijn wil), en tja… Kutrecht is nog zo slecht niet in vergelijking met. Bijlmer bajes was nog humaner uitziender dan sommige van de woningen in Frankrijk die ik zag. En mind you, ik woon al mijn hele leven in sociale huur, dus ik heb ervaring met on humane woningen!

Misschien moet ik een blog maken waar ik mijn passie deel over het haten van pipo de clown huizen in Nederland. Ik ga in ieder geval eens effkes kijken of de naam Kutrecht nog vrij is…

ik respecteer architectuur autisme zo enorm eigenlijk dus ik steun je

[bucklemonster2]

The Age Of Aquarius: A Theory

The Age Of Aquarius A Theory about the Beginning of Our Century. NEDERLANDS BENEDEN / DUTCH BELOW

Warning: mention of 9/1'1 and C''orona.

I was born in 1994 but allegedly people around the 1960s and 1970s believed that the 2000s would herald a new era. 2000 was the beginning of "The Age of Aquarius". A period where human consciousness would grow. I am sceptical about this, but maybe the people from the 60s were right after all. It is now 2024, and the "beginning" of this century "2000" is almost over. 2025 is the first quarter of our century.

This century had a rough start. In 2001 we were all shocked by the att''acks of 9/1'1. A worldwide, collective tr''auma, a rude awakening. Despite the p''aranoia and f''ear that this event brought with it, humanity began to become more connected through the internet. Computers and the internet existed before 2001, but around 2002 almost everyone started to get a computer in their home.

Ten, twelve years later almost everyone had a smartphone. So the internet was not just limited to the living room, but everywhere, whenever we wanted it. In 2019, the c''orona crisis began. We all had to stay indoors as much as possible, it was a bizarre time that lasted until 2022, 2023. Because of this we started to live differently, and therefore began to think differently about life.

Around 2021, 2022 there was a breakthrough with AI. This confronts us with ourselves. AI makes things that we can label as art and music. AI's can look like real living people, online. Whether this is good or bad, I leave that up to you. People also use AI to solve various problems in various disciplines such as medicine. But it does make us think, so it broadens our minds. Is this really it? Is this really "The Age of Aquarius"?

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The Age Of Aquarius

Een Theorie over het Begin van onze Eeuw. Waarschuwing: vermelding van 9/1'1 en C''orona.

Ik ben geboren in 1994 maar naar verhoren geloofden mensen rond de jaren 1960 en 1970 dat de jaren 2000 een nieuwe tijd gingen inluiden. 2000 was het begin van "The Age of Aquarius". Een periode waar het menselijk bewust zijn ging groeien. Ik sta hier sceptisch tegenover, maar misschien hadden de mensen uit de jaren 60 toch gelijk. Het is nu 2024, en het "begin" van deze eeuw "2000" is bijna voorbij. 2025 is de eerste kwart van onze eeuw.

De jaren 2000 werden eerst op een gr''uwelijke manier ingeluid door de aanslagen van 11 S''eptember 2OO1. Een wereldwijd, collectief tr''auma, een rude awakening. Ondanks de p''aranoïde en a'ngst die deze gebeurtenis met zich meebracht, begon de mensheid meer verbonden te geraken via het internet. Computers en het internet bestonden al voor 2001, maar rond 2002 begon bijna iedereen een computer in huis te halen.

Tien, twaalf jaar later had bijna iedereen een smartphone. Dus het internet was niet enkel beperkt tot de woonkamer, maar overal, wanneer we het maar wilden. In 2019, kwam de corona crisis. We moesten allemaal zoveel mogelijk binnen blijven, het was een bi'zarre tijd die duurde tot 2022, 2023. Hierdoor begonnen we even anders te leven, en dus anders over het leven na te denken.

Rond 2021, 2022 was er een doorbraak van AI. Hierdoor worden we geconfronteerd met onszelf. AI maakt dingen die we als kunst en muziek kunnen bestempelen. AI kan overkomen als levende mensen, online. Of dit goed of slecht is laat ik aan jullie over. Men gebruikt ook AI om verschillende problemen op te lossen in verschillende disciplines zoals de geneeskunde. Maar het doet ons wel nadenken, dus het verruimd onze geest. Is het zover? Is dit echt "The Age of Aquarius"?