#i will eat book 4

[sugurushairtye]

Meta on the symbolism of the bamboo hat in tgcf

"Man in the abyss recieves a bamboo hat in rain"

While the simple act of receiving a bamboo hat illustriously reinstated xie lian's belief towards the prevalence of kindness leaping over the barbed fences of impending doom and essentially pulled him out of the harrowing chokehold of the abyss both metaphorically and literally, however when xie lian mirrored the same action towards jun wu, he seemed to have missed the boat with his inherent rejection of the heart being buoyant in the echelons of paradise even when the body is drilled into the deafening isolation of the abyss.

And it's interesting how the entire exchange of events of the final battle takes place on the desecrated heaven-crossing bridge that was originally designed to relocate the helpless and desperate to the safe hands of 'paradise'/heaven, yet the ones battling on its stairs (xie lian and mu qing) were restricted with cursed shackles infused with a reminder of their banishment, them being rejected by the gallant gates of heaven, nailing them to the 'abyss'. (Like isn't it ironic how jw constructed the bridge for his people to migrate to heaven yet, right now jw barred xl and mq from entering heaven bc he banished them and also voluntarily attempted to drown them into the /abyss/ bc the void beneath the bridge was saturated with resentful spirits inhabiting the scorching lava) Which is predominantly why xie lian's cursed shackles shattering on the same bridge is a symbolism of his ever-so anticipated liberation.

"Indomitable to the point he couldn't control his own powers, each step would shake the mountains. One step to go a thousand miles, one step to ascend to the heavens!"

On the ghastly intersection of lang-er bay, white-no-face pulled the sword out of xie lian, however that didn't relieve him of his resentment laced with pain or pull him out of the abyss; the bamboo hat did and it figuratively functioned as a catalyst to restore his (otherwise dissipating) faith in the amicability of humanness. On the heaven-crossing bridge however, xie lian never attempted to pull the sword out of jun wu, doing so wouldn't have reversed his pain that had morphed into dejection and vengeance culminating in his system for centuries, or introduced him to the compassion of humanness anew, instead xl gave him the bamboo hat.

"To ascend is human; to fall is also human". Xie lian covering jun wu with the bamboo hat that once restored his faith in humanity was ultimately washed away by the tides of futility, for jun wu's transcendence into destruction dehumanised him beyond repair as he ultimately fell. Jun wu never needed cursed shackles to restrain himself, his unceasingly vague sense of identity had trapped him into an echochamber of self-loathing and violence mirroring the barbaric slaughtering of ghosts trapped in the kiln of mount tong'lu, or the blunt shards of glasses bearing the monstrous image of his own reflection.

Xie lian didn't need an article such as a bamboo hat to hold onto as a reminder to not go astray anymore, he held onto that hat for centuries and with time he had to leave it behind with someone because now he had hua cheng by his side who'd always be the indestructible pillar of support for him to hold onto.

[mishidefresa]

Warm up doodles from last week

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[ohtendril]

There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn’t kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

tbh i don't think there has ever been a single character more Trapped by The Narrative than Hiccup in the httyd books. Like, he KNOWS what he's doing is dangerous, he doesn't WANT to be some great hero, but he never actually considers doing anything differently. Completely and utterly bound by obligation to help, burdened by the fact that he's the only one who knows to act or how to act in times of crisis, forced into impossible choices where there was no real second option for him to take, not him. Trapped by his character and the people around him, and the ever cyclical nature of fate and human nature that in the end he chooses to break. Again and again, he picks the smallest dragon of the group, he sticks up for the underdog, he frees the trapped dragons, in the cage and in chains on the forest floor, even when it becomes his own undoing. Self aware of the way fate plays with him, and powerless to try and go against it.

[shadowhaert]

dog motifs. lesbians. trans people. circus performers. bondage as an art form. weird teenage girls with weird teenage thoughts.

out september 4, 2024

[pawbeanies]

deepest apologies for the princeposting. i have spent the last 3 business days doing nothing but paperwork and listening to my gay sex political intrigue prince audiobooks and i have felt a deep shift in the very fabric of my being. i was not meant for the mundanity of a 9-5. i was meant for the throne

[mercutiotakethewheel]

rereading fablehaven is actually so sad rn bc like fuck im not eleven anymore wtf? i keep reading expecting to relate to kendra and seth like i used to but i just dont? like i can still feel the beating heart of love i have for this story underneath but its like different now. like this fun story is deeply sad to me now like what???

these kids joined the magical world and in doing so had to sever every connection they have to the outside world from before. they only have friends their age for like a ch of book 2, and after that they basically have no peer group. how awful is that for a couple of kids?

and they dont get to be kids anymore. seth’s mischief gathers consequences until he seems to lose it in the latter half of dragonwatch. kendra gains self confidence in some ways but then also becomes more and more burdened with responsibilities she didnt ask for and shouldnt have at the ripe age of 13-16.

like i dont even know

i might be projecting here and its def not this deep but i desperately need these bitches to re-enter the public school system and make some fucking friends their own age. please. magical or non-magical.

[nostalgia-tblr]

Aye, this fic is going to need cut into chapters, it's probably going to end up above 9000 words. It's gone past 7000 tonight and there's a couple of scenes left to write/finish. Slightly angsty/dramatic ones as although I did not set out to rewrite Loki S2 I have to some extent done so and Sylvie is not pleased about being needed at the TVA, or about Loki's new TVA uniform, or about that weird green 'pie' :(

So far I still lack a good title for it but maybe it can just make do with a bad one, I don't think anyone is especially fussed about the titles of fanfiction really. It'll be E-rated as it contains all three 'C-words' but it's not wall-to-wall porn there's just a few ~tasteful~ and ~emotionally compelling~ ❤️love scenes❤️sprinkled with great thought and subtlety throughout.

[brucequeensteen]

character wrapped 2023 💥

tagged by @davidtennantpussytulpa ^-^ i didn't know how many to do so i copied tara and did top 10. i know the severance guys are Four Of Them but i can't separate them theyre all equally important to me

will graham (hannibal), em haywood (nope), aziraphale (good omens), mark & dylan & helly & irving (severance), hawkeye pierce (mash), martha jones (doctor who), ivan karamazov (the brothers karamazov), kim kitsuragi (disco elysium), stewy hosseini (succession), ruescott melshi (andor/rogue one)

i will tag... @fagician @britomart @libraryfag @roadwhores @majorbaby @globuspolski @hadleyfraserfaggot @tenderscience if u want to ^-^

[mishidefresa]

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[rise-my-angel]

The mixed urge to sing along to Rains of Castamere or scream because they killed my boi.

Whats worse is the first we heard it was in season 2 episode 9 "Blackwater", where it cut to Bronn singing it with a bunch of Lannister soldiers in the style of a drunken tavern song. And that was before season 3 told us what the song meant, the episode right before the red wedding. So our first introduction to it was as a catchy drinking song.

Its just like the Bear and the Maiden Fair. Thematically the song is so heavily linked to Brienne and Jaime in the bear pit as thats what the men tauntingly sung while Brienne was against the bear alone. But the first time we heard it was being sung as a travelling song of the Bolton men after capturing the two of them. Which is started by Locke, so everytime someone talks about that song in relation to Brienne and Jaime all I can think of is "man for a peice of shit like Locke he sure had a beautiful singing voice."

We dont see a lot of the songs from the books in the show, but the way they use what few they did show was actually quite clever. Showing us twice that stories are told in songs in this universe, and the way its sung and where its sung can dicate to different walks of people what meaning to derriere from it.

We hear the Rains of Castamere being sung by soldiers before a battle sharing drinks, but the next we hear of it, is Cersei describing to Margaery in detail it was a gruesome true story about how her father ended the reign of a great house. Right before Tywin does so again with the Starks, where it's played in a beautiful instrumental as a ploy to start a massacre at a wedding.

I know why they didn't do a lot of the songs, its hard to do songs in a live action setting like that without feeling overdone like its suddnely a musical, but I wish we heard at least some from the later seasons.

Bael the Bard coming up around the time of the reveal of Jons parentage. (Ignoring how they revealed it cus fucking ew) Imagine they play a gentle but morose version of that song over top of footage of Jon at his desk or something with a just out of focus blue rose in a little vase beside him, when maybe we heard it once before during a fun celebration like scene in Winterfell before. Or keep it in the show that Ygritte sings it around Jon because it signifies that she is the Bael and Jon is kidnapped/raped Stark child in that situation, and so it later changes context to show that Jon was the kidnapped/raped Stark as was the girl in the song as was Lyanna linking the sing to them as mother and sons fate both matching in horrible ways. Implying Ygritte is the Bael to Jon as Rhaegar was the Bael to Lyanna but that would've required the show to understand that women can indeed rape men in the first place.

Rat Cook, Jennys Song, Brave Danny Flint. Lots of morose songs that could be translated in unique ways in live action that could have added to certain subplots in subtext while growing the worldbuilding through the way asoiaf does with its songs.

[jacksoldsideblog]

Tyler and I sit at a restaurant. He's telling me things I already know.

He's telling me, most of the mercury in the environment comes from the air. And it comes from the air from anywhere. It used to be from coal burning mostly, but we've started to stop doing that. Now it's artesianal gold mining. If you're poor, and you're in some unfortunate shithole, and you hear the white men are coming in to drill up the earth for gold, or they've just left — what you do is you pan out a bunch of rocks. You infuse that with mercury. It forms an amalgam, of gold and mercury and nothing else.

So far, this is fine. But to get at the gold and make a little nugget you can sell so you don't starve to death due to the destruction those people who own the gold company have wrecked upon your region, you have to boil the mercury off. Somewhere out there is fancy technology that helps you catch those areosolized droplets. You can't afford it. You don't even know you should want it. You don't know about ataxia, about losing your hearing and speech and peripheral vision, about brain damage and paralysis and comas and death. You don't know about that. You know your brother, who went insane, but you don't know why, or if you do, you don't know how to stop it, and you can't afford to do so. You boil off the mercury in the room with your baby, because it's the only room in your home, and you have no windows open because a smog has settled outside.

Don't you feel twitchy.

And then the areosolized mercury that doesn't take up residence in your baby or your brain floats on up to the atmosphere, and maybe you get revenge, because it settles down everywhere, including in the wetlands and lakes and shores of the country that that gold company is from. And little microbes eat it, methylate it, and now its much, much more dangerous. It stays in the body far too long. Now, it's concentrated, and the best and fattest fish are full of it.

And now you have to watch your tuna. Your cobia. Your kingfish. The smaller you are the less dose you need. Really, it's only a risk if you're a fetus, or you want one in you. It passes the placenta and gives a baby a small head and artifical cerebral palsy. You don't lay off the fish, you risk giving birth to someone who could match experiences with a victim from Minamata bay. Or, it's only a risk to yourself if you eat fish every day, or if all you eat often enough are the apex predators. If you're the gold mining artesian back in rural Indonesia, or one of the indigenous peoples of wherever-got-fucked who subsist on fish, you can kiss the feeling in your hands goodbye, because you don't have other options.

If you're an unknowing compatriot of the gold mining company, you're eating those fish anyway. The risky ones. The ones that are full of poison and killing them destablizes the ocean. We love our grouper, our snapper, our swordfish, our yellowfin and bluefin tuna. The safest tuna is the shittest, because it's made from the smallest skipjacks, lowest on the food chain. Methylmercury can take eighty days to leave your body. On a Florida vacation, how many big fish will you eat? How much methylmercury are you taking home with you? Can you microdose brain damage?

I know this because Tyler knows this, and Tyler orders me a plate of ahi tuna.

[quietferns]

pequeño comic inspirado en tts clifford y padres<3

check tags if you want translations

[shummthechumm]

seeing fnaf continuing still hurts my soul as much as seeing warrior cats contuing do you feel the same

oh boy do i love it when two longstanding franchises i've been invested in childhood suddenly go off the fucking deepend because the creators constantly write themselves into corners.

oh man isnt it swell being blind sighted by retcons to the point of loosing most--if not all--emotional investment in something that brought you so much joy?? I LOVE IT WHEN CREATORS RESPOND TO AUDIENCE FEEDBACK BY CONSTANTLY TRYING TO ONE-UP THEM WITH NONSCENSICAL ADDITIONS EVEN IF IT PREVIOUSLY CONTRADICTS PREVIOUS MEDIA WITHIN THAT VERY SAME FRANCHISE.

[applesandbannas747]

I know fanfic is widely accepted these days and most creators aren't going to sue you for writing it, but I am begging people to remember that by sharing your fic and OCs unsolicited with creators, you're putting them in a really uncomfortable position. For one thing, they have their own ideas for their story and it can be really awkward to respond to fans trying to insert their ideas into it. You're trapping them into interacting with your fanwork in a way that can be hard to disengage from, especially without hurting feelings. And it can also lead to trouble regarding intellectual property and plagiarism.

Say you're an author and a fan sends you a fic, which you read, and find that it's predicted some key elements to the next book of the series. Now that fan has proof that they sent you these ideas before the book came out, and when you publish your new book, they notice how similar it is to their fic. They might try taking legal action against you or they might just brag online that your idea was so great that they took it, or inversely call you a thief and an asshole for stealing their ideas. So maybe instead of even risking it, you're now trying to redo that next novel away from those elements. Are these scenarios likely to happen? No, probably not. But a lot of authors are advised by their teams to avoid fanworks for this reason anyway.

Interacting with the creators of the canon you love is awesome! But please remember they aren't fellow fans and you need to interact with them appropriately for everyone's sake