#letter to my country

[wildgeesedotpdf]

People don't think towns like ours can turn into battlegrounds but we had a war here. There. I don't live there anymore either. I left when Jenny left. It's just a spot on the map now.

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[alexandrinav0605]

Dear Mexico

May the day come when Mexicans can aspire to a great future in our country and not a better future abroad

Querido México

Que llegue el día en el que las mexicanas y mexicanos podemos aspirar a un gran futuro en nuestro país y no a un mejor futuro en el extranjero

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

ROLAND MENTION - ALIVE AND ONBOARD INFINITY IN SEPTEMBER 2559

HE'S BEEN MENTIONED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS! This is still before SoR and OPERATION: WOLFE but he was mentioned and that's all that matters. He takes notes.... :o)

Source here from the latest short story on waypoint - Halo: Venezian Sonata

[sforzesco]

I am SO excited for bad governance especially for (among other things) the fashion choices we are going to see !

oh! this makes me so happy to hear 🥺 as a little preview of fashion choices to come, here are some sketches I was doing of some of the cast the other day, just trying to pin down their general vibe

[theactualsunshinechild]

*banging my fists against the wall helplessly, tears streaming down my face*

MY RAREPAIR STILL HASN'T INTERACTED AND AT THIS POINT I'M NOT SURE THEY EVER WILL

[thenightfolknetwork]

To the Announcer of The Nightfolk Network. I know in this day and age I should not give out personal information. Especially more so with these correspondence potentially being read to the country. But I feel I should clarify who I am first, as that is linked with my problem. I am, or I was, The Boy in Bronze. Yes, the statue that was in the Royal collection that was discovered to be a person in-cased in bronze as I was released accidentally. I still feel bad for the staff I frightened. As you know, I was sealed by my Mas- I mean, the late Lord Crawford. The inventor and scientist who, as I have learnt through recent education, has been remembered more in infamy. It has been an adjustment. One moment I was standing in the lab as Mas- I mean, Lord Crawford, explained about a work he was to present for Queen Victoria's wedding. The next I was on the ground in a bright place whilst people in unusual garbs were staring. Some holding up these... mirrors? I know they are called smartphones, but it was still confusing. Now, I was helped. Apparently I was not the first person, or entity, to be thrown through time. Though admittedly, my method of travel was unique, I was connected to my many great nephew and his partner? is that the right term? Back then they would have been bachelors. I guess that is some of the main issues I am having. Not with them, no no. Back during the era, the monsters. No, sorry. The Creature Community, wasn't that visible? I mean, people were aware of them, but I never knew them or the terms they have now. And back then, well... it was not a kind time. It was a surprise to learn the old village baker from back then was in the community as I ran into them whilst seeing the village nowadays, though it was nice getting to talk to someone who I knew back then. And I am surprised that after I was gone my family had changed to include Liminal Folks (Is that correct?) and they have been more than kind. My, I hate calling him and his partner nephews as they are older than me, I have taken to calling them uncles as they are older and referring to them as Mister feels... too formal. They have been kind and very forth coming with so much, even when I have made comments that apparently are not... correct, particularly with their Genera, that is the term right? An example would be I never knew there were werewolves who can change not only during the full moon, but even at will, Or that Giants are not blood driven animals only seeking food.

I am sorry. Everything has changed. And I rather like these changes. I just need to try and understand sometimes. Well this is my problem. I know that mas- I mean, Lord Crawford was a horrible man. Even by the standards of the time as he was executed following his grotesque experiments on many both in and out of the Liminal community. And I am not excusing that, far from it. The problem is, people speak to me about him, or how I should feel of him. But. It was different. I was his valet. Lord Crawford had sponsored me, giving my family payment as he had me clothed, educated, and served him. That was how it was back then. An example would be whilst studying for O-level examinations (And can I say how impressive it is that everyone has the access to education) there was mention on figures of the era, and people asked me about my experience living with Lord Crawford, or how as a member of the creature community how I could stand being in his presence back then. I just, how can I explain I am not a member of this community as I am human? How I am not one of Master Crawford's victims and what he had done to me was nothing compared to those he tortured and killed. I mean, being frozen as a statue was not that bad. I just... how do I explain what happened to me is nothing compared to the others who were hurt? I hope this letter does not bother you. With kind regards, The Former Boy in Bronze

First of all, dear reader, I want to take a moment to acknowledge the hard work you're putting into learning the new social and political norms to which you have awakened. It is no easy feat to adjust to a world so changed, and I'm glad your uncles are able to correct you with kindness when you It

It may help to understand why others consider you to be a member of the community. The interpretation rests on a rather significant shift in how liminal folk define and discuss themselves since you were last awake.

At the time of your encasement, Darwin's theories of evolution were sending shockwaves through the scientific community, and the dominant framework for understanding liminality was as an evolutionary, biological difference, inherent in certain bodies.

We can still see that framework influencing our language today. We talk about “genuses” as if they represent profound, biological distinctions. But that thinking only takes us so far. In what sense are the risen dead a different genus than their more vital siblings? Is a sapio who becomes haematophagic now a different species, or not?

Currently, the dominant framework for understanding liminality is a great deal broader, and concentrates primarily on experience. A person might consider themselves to be liminal after growing up in a mixed-genus family, for example, even if they themselves were sapio. The same goes for magical practitioners or people who experience liminality as a result of their work.

With all that said, you certainly don't have to ascribe to a liminal identity if you don't find it helpful. Neither do you have to identify as a victim if that word feels inaccurate to your experiences. Other people in your position might describe themselves as “survivors” of magical violence, while others still prefer not to incorporate the experience into their identity at all.

All of these positions are valid, and I encourage you to explore the language that feels right for you. This language might change over time, and that's perfectly alright too. You aren't beholden to anyone to talk about yourself and your experiences in a particular way if you don't want to.

And if you are not beholden to using certain language, you are especially not beholden to feeling certain emotions just because others expect them of you. Nobody can dictate to you how you “ought” to feel about Lord Crawford or his actions.

It is perfectly natural for you to feel conflicted or complicated about your former master's treatment of you. Have you considered talking the matter through with a professional? Our understanding of mental health and well-being have also come a long way since you were last with us, and I think you could really benefit from exploring your feelings more deeply.

Talk to your uncles about accessing some counselling or therapy, and take some time to reflect and consider what language you want to use about yourself. That way, you'll be well-placed to offer a polite correction to people who mistake your identity in the future.

Finally, I would like to push back gently on your assertion that what happened to you was “nothing” compared to the other people Lord Crawford hurt. Suffering is, unfortunately, not a finite resource. There is more than enough to go around. Acknowledging the harm done to you does not diminish the harm done to others – it only does yourself a disservice.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

Marius, receiving a shitty scam letter with a bunch of misspellings that obviously came from Thénardier:

[silverlininghills]

i cant believe today is the last show of the NA leg. it feels like this tour started yesterday

[sasha-whos-askin-racket]

Just sent my little brother a youtube video depicting the new Until Dawn ending and now we are theorising like crazy and this is genuinely the most conversation we have had with each other in over a year.

When the original game came out, I was 12 and he was 8, and he's turning 18 next month and I haven't lived with him in over three years, and we've only spoken a handful of times since our dad died, but I so much as mention Until Dawn and now we're yapping away endlessly and this is SO IMPORTANT TO ME.

[lotreckk]

me fighting my demons: several silly thoughts about loghain and my warden (i was replaying dai and once again went insane when loghain mentioned "a friend" giving him old maps and this friend was obviously the warden because we did it in dao)

this type of relationship when no one really understands what's going on between them beyond the fact that they share a deep understanding of each other's values and flaws

[truetogaia]

oh right i almost forgot to mention, i might be going to literal actual WAR??????

[dolphin1812]

I love this chapter so much! Humor-wise, it’s perfect: Courfeyrac is trash-talking a cannon and Hugo pretends he’s going to make Enjolras interested in a woman before revealing that the woman is “Patria” (i.e. France). It’s wonderful. It never fails to make me laugh.

I love that Courfeyrac introduces the cannon as “an usher” would. He’s bringing back a theatrical element to the barricade, but for comedic purposes; his announcements do highlight the danger of the cannon, but they also lighten the mood for the people at the barricades and for us as readers! 

Unfortunately, the barricade is low on supplies, underscoring their real disadvantage. They seem more organized and unified than the Guard, but they have fewer resources (whether materially or in terms of people). They’re fighting well, but they’re hungry and can’t keep resisting if they run out of cartridges.

[cigarretteluvr]

i want to lay with you in a place a little inland from santa monica, maybe even marina del rey. it’ll be hot in los angeles and we’ll be blasting fans straight onto us because our apartment doesn't have AC. it doesn't have a whole lot (and neither do we), but it’s next to the liquor store and the shop we get our flowers. we've made friends with the people who work at the market.

it’s one of those kitschy, almost-dingbat apartments with only one bedroom, but we make the most of it. it’s painted peach on the outside and a few palm trees line the sidewalk. it smells faintly of cigarettes. we have orange juice in the fridge and plums on the table.

nfr is playing on vinyl, where it usually summers, and we are miserably hot but we’re together. you love to hate los angeles and i get a high being in the city that loves me with the boy i love. we listen to poetry, you play shows, i’m in the crowd, we read books together and go to new restaurants when they open. living is easy. we don’t work, we dont do anything. we just live day-by-day in the heavenly smog and indulge in the sloth necessary to be here.

i drag you around town sometimes and tell you the tales of jim morrison and sharon tate. we go to the beach whenever we want to, sometimes driving down to Newport and Laguna just because we can. basking in sun and history and architecture, we are so boringly happy here. i find beauty and joy in the spotted sidewalks and traffic, you enjoy the occasional chaos and unpredictability that comes with the lifestyle. we both take pictures of vintage cars we like when we’re out. as awful as the heat is, i think it's beautiful sitting in it with you.

you call me miss southern california herself when i ask what you want to do. everything is slow here but something is always happening and i love the way the city’s pace matches ours.

there’s always so much to do and nothing but time to do it.

- summertime, and the living's easy

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

wdym pedro sánchez might step down from being president