#lit1

[sherelynabranilla]

Meme LIT1

[sweetberryfresimias]

A Literary Twist Generation 1: Snowberry Moonstone

“You live alone on a quiet farm but you long for something more. Excitement and adventure, someplace over the rainbows. You’re an imaginative soul whose daydreams often create a whole new world into which you can escape. But one day you find yourself in a world full of color like you’ve never seen before. Is this a daydream or is it real? If it’s real you wonder how you’ll ever get home, and really, do you even want to?”

Friend of the World

Good

Maker

Unflirty

[polyamoreads]

Poetry

NOPE.

[itsyelly27-blog]

THE USE OF FORCE

The use of physical force is an instinctual response to a real or perceived threat.  In a moment of fear, who has not found themselves raising a voice, or raising an arm, or seeking a way to constrain the other and protect self?  The use of force to bring conflict under control should be a last resort and applied judiciously, yet with rising emotional intensity, it easily becomes the first resort, setting in motion an escalation of conflict.

The use of force introduces serious obstacles to settling conflict. One is that force often begets more force; damage is done and the number of grievances between opponents increases, providing fuel for further conflict.  A second pitfall is overkill. The use of force, unless strictly disciplined, easily becomes excessive.  In his writing on aggression, Edward O. Wilson (1978) observes that humans are strongly predisposed to slide into deep, irrational hostility when faced with external threats, and moreover that we are inclined to escalate hostility to a level that will overwhelm the source of the threat by a wide margin of safety.  A third obstacle is that force hardens the polarization between the parties.  Even when force does succeed in changing the behavior of others, it is likely to stiffen their inner resentment and resistance which wait behind a façade of submission for the opportunity to retaliate.

This aspect of our human emotional system has played a large role in history.  Most societies have a record of settling conflict with the use of force: a record of wars, conquest, and rebellion, along with a record of establishing systems to regulate and resolve conflict.  The police and military are given a large share of authority and responsibility for this daunting social role.

[nikkoleon]

if u wanna endlessly wanna talk about BNHA hit me up, tho no spoilers im not on season 4 yet, i need to finish 3

Oooooo hurry up cuz season 4 is lit1

I’m completely caught up with both the anime and manga, but I do my best to keep spoilers tagged and out of convo.

[enlit12ww]

[franzkyle]

Compilation of memes for LIT1 :>>>

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

An Argument for Sky Ships

I am... so sorry for the Nightgale accent lmaoooo

 It’s years of living away from the rest of society, they sort of evolved their own horrible bastard language. Mostly by dropping consonants and syllables and slamming words together.

 But also Robin is right and we should have proper skyships like c’mon. cowriter#1 advocated for this and she’s sort of right. But she also meant it in that well the nightgales rule the sea and the fyras came from the land so obviously the fyregales should take the sky.

 She could’ve just stopped at “hey wouldn��t sky ships be rad”

 (Obviously Robin is much older here than the last piece)

~

Robin poked her head in through the open window of the door. “Hey, mum?”

“Yes?” Inira didn’t exactly look up from her research, but her eyebrow raised.

“Has anyone ever talked about making a sky ship before?”

“A what?” Inira looked up.

“Sky ship.” Robin gestured wildly. “You know, take one of the NightGale ships and get it to fly.”

Inira laughed, setting the book to the side with a bookmark in it. “I… don’t think so. Why?”

“I just think it’d be a cool idea, is all.” Robin shrugged, leaning on the door.

“Uh-huh.” Inira nodded. “What have you been watching?”

“Star Dust,” Robin said, tumbling in through the window and landing on her feet.

“That’s a good one.”

“And The Three Musketeers.”

“Such a paragon of historical accuracy.”

“Right?” Robin grinned, sitting on the edge of Inira’s desk. “But we got to thinkin’, and – well, we have the tech for it. But no one’s tried it, and I...”

“Want to make it your phd thesis?” Inira guessed.

Robin nodded eagerly. “I have an outstanding offer with LIT1, y’know, and I want to take it up but… I dek, nothing’s really… fantastic enough for it, they’ve seen everything.”

“Apart from sky ships.” Inira tapped her lip, eyes flitting around the room.

“Yeah. So...” Robin looked down at the desk, shuffling the top papers.

Inira narrowed her eyes. “So…? Oh!” She laughed, face splitting wide in a grin. “You want take one the NightGale ships?”

Robin nodded, looking up. “You think they’d allow it?”

Inira ducked, laughing, and automatically went to smooth her hair, even though none of it was out of place. “Well, the ghosts love the idea. The living, however...” She stood, pulling her phone out from under a pile of books.

Robin caught the books before they fell, piling them more carefully on the desk.

“Hey, Altair? I know, we talked yesterday… listen, Fletch and me are – what?” Inira frowned, then laughed. “Oh, shut up. Anyway, we’re coming over, we want to talk telders.” Inira paused, tilting her head. “Well – send a ship, if you want? We can catch a ride half way from the ranger docks. Sorted. See you in a couple days.” Setting the phone down, she turned to Robin. “So.”

“I’ll go get packed.” Robin grinned and ran from the room.

#

Robin fought to control her breathing as she followed her mother up into Blueridge. Nice location, but – holy shit.

Aatos laughed. “Doing ahrright there, cousin?”

“Shut up.” She’d thought she was fit – hell, all that running, all the physical work she did, she should be – but that cliff path…

“You coulda let me carry your stuff.”

“Yeah… nah, I’m good.” Robin straightened up. “Where d’we go?”

“This way.” Her mother gestured.

She wasn’t even winded, of course. She and Altair shared a look and led the way through the village.

Robin hurried to follow after them, Aatos beside her. “Where are Lucius and Uri?”

“Out Vinesway, probably.” Aatos shrugged. “I’d call’m back but this seems like more fun.” He gestured at Inira.

Robin grinned and patted at her bag, checking to see her plans were still in there.

Altair hesitated at the entrance to a hall.

Inira didn’t, and knocked the door open. “We have a proposition,” she called, striding in. “Me ‘n’ my child.”

A group of seven older people were inside. No one Robin really recognised, but they were all clearly related.

“Inira. How delightful to see you again.”

Inira pulled up, hand on hip, and grinned. “Isn’t it just? I imagine it’s been quite quiet without me here.”

“On and off. With no Girked left tunt, we’ve no purpose.”

“How terrible,” Inira replied dryly. “Nut left t’kill, aye?”

Robin blinked and stared at her mother as her accent – always noticeable, but understandable – roughened.

“Sure. And yours?”

Inira made some kinda of hand gesture. “Even so. Ruins don’t change much.” She turned, beckoning Robin forward. “Fletch here has a hankering f’ra ship.”

Robin stepped to her mother’s side and flipped open her bag.

“Yardly need talk tus about that.” The man in the centre of them flapped a hand dismissively. “Barely enough crew for two, let three.”

“Oh, it – it’s not quite that,” Robin said, pulling out the first sketch. “See, I have an offer of research from LIT, and I was wanting to make. Uh.” She looked up, saw them staring at her. Was that disapproving?

Inira squeezed her shoulder. “She wants taka ship, makit fly.”

Silence. Possibly horrified silence.

Aatos was grinning beside her. She couldn’t see Altair.

“I understand airplanes have been invented, long time since.”

“Oh – no, not like them. Not the way I mean, anyway.” Robin unrolled the sketch, holding it up for them to examine. “An actual ship, in the sky.”

Almost in perfect synchronisation, they all frowned.

“Where’s the purpose?”

“The way I’m thinking,” Robin tried not to think of this as disapproval, being shot down, but more as a practice for the interview when she’d have to justify this to the university, “It’s going to be more fuel efficient and friendly. We have solar panels that are flexible, like cloth, if we used them as sails and set engines to the bottom – ballast balloons out from the sides, to get them up – it’s a whole… new...” she trailed off.

“Figured she cn use one ahrs, save on costs,” Inira said. “Like you mentioned, no enough crew for all now, aye?”

“Those ships have history tem.”

“We’re no fixing testroy them,” Inira replied. “Just fancify up a little.”

“I promise I wouldn’t do irreparable damage,” Robin said. “They’re important to me, just as much as you.”

One of them snorted.

Robin scowled, and didn’t retort only because Inira’s hand was still on her shoulder.

“I’m sure I could still claim one, if I wanted, but we figured it best task you first.” Inira lifted her head.

“Quite part f’the damage you could do tone ahr ships, what would the founder think?”

Inira smirked, and her hair lifted in a feeble breeze.

“If you butchered any of the ships, what of our ideals?”

Robin frowned. “Your ideals are hardly linked to the ship. Or if they’re gone, are you too?”

“I don’t think–”

“Rather than putting words in her mouth, how ‘bout we ask?” Inira broke in. “Since, y’know, we can.”

“You want this as much as your child does,” one of them retorted. “Convenient that yare the only one can hear her.”

“Yawve forgotten what I can do.” Inira extended a hand to her side, beckoning.

Robin watched, and started forward as her mother stumbled.

“Sup, boyos?” Inira’s voice roughened, and as she turned to grin at Robin, she saw that her left eye had flooded black.

“Captain.” They all dipped their heads, making some small motion with their left hands.

“Quit being so uptight about this, will you?” She turned to face the council. “I think it’s a neat idea.”

“Really?” Robin asked, blinking. “You – you think so?” Weird enough that her mother could be possessed by the ghost of the first NightGale, but to have her approve of the idea…

“Sure.” Inira – Jay? - winked. “In fact,” she turned back to the council, “I nominate the Wave Rider for it. She needs an overhaul.”

“Well–”

“And y’can’t say she’s needed here, ‘cause I’ve seen your harbour and they ain’t moved for shit. Thayn has the Fire Weaver out, and Altair took the Wave Rider out to pick up Inira and Fletch. There’s no use you hoarding them out here when Fletch wants one for research.”

“But… it seem so crass.”

Jay threw her hands into the air. “Sky. Ships. It’s fucken’ awesome! Fletch, I’d steal one anyway. Aatos is up for it, aren’t you?”

Robin glanced sideways to see Aatos nodding eagerly.

“Reckoning there’s a fair few can help us.”

Jay took a step forward. “Listen. I know you’ve been at a loss since the end of the war. But there should never ha’ been a war t’begin with. You should never’ve been detached from the real world, out here. So let Fletch take the Wave Rider and you get yourselves back to the mainland, aye? Leave this place for the ones as can manage it. Y��all are too old for this shit.”

“Says you.” One of them laughed.

“Aye, and I’m dead. Take a hike, boyos.” Jay gestured back over her shoulder. “Fletch gets the ship and my vote.” She turned to Fletch. “Make it good, alright?”

Robin nodded. “I – I’ll… do what I can.”

“Cool talk.” She flicked a glance at Altair. “Catch.”

Her eyes rolled up and she stumbled, falling forwards.

Altair stepped forward smoothly and caught her.

Inira grasped at his arm, shaking her head. “Well.”

Altair laughed, letting go of her once she was upright.

“You heard the Duchess.” She turned, raising an eyebrow. “Any questions?”

“When… when’ll you take it?”

“Fletch?”

“I can schedule the interview for… a couple weeks, I think. Maybe take it now? Just so I have it, and I can design for its specifications.” Robin shrugged, rolling up the paper in her hands.

“Well… well. The ship is yours.”

“Thanks.” Robin grinned.

1 LIT = Larousse Institute of Technology

[pius2017]

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[togel]

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[sweetberryfresimias]

Rhubarb and I spoke for almost three hours while we ate. She caught me up on her life in Del Sol Valley and I told her about Foxberry University and my degree track. Then we...got a little flirty. I’m not usually the best at romance but I felt pretty good about our conversation, so maybe I have a chance. I did have the biggest crush on Rhu back in high school.

[polyamoreads]

Breathe By Alessandra G.L. Gonzales

A story that revolves around two people, hearts close to each other even though they have distance as one of their enemies and that did not stop them from loving each other.

Hwever, once Isaak came into Katherine’s home, he was poorly judged and poorly treated by Katherine’s family, saying that he did not look like in his pictures and acted coldly towards him. This of course put some strain and pressure on their relationship when Isaak asked Katherine to come home with him, she rejected it but with anxiety and fear that he might get tired and find another girl from his country. She refused it because she loves her family more than him and it is not a wrong choice, though, she just sacrificed her true happiness for something that suffocates her.

We should always remember to chase our happiness and fight for what we truly love because regret is there when we submit to fear.

[magical-girl-studies]

mon . 22 . may || 07/26 GCSEs done

the #aqaenglish tag on twitter loves lit1! i’ll miss my notes.

as for phys1, i’m halfway through and so far it’s easier than i thought it’d be! units 2 and 3 will be much tougher, though.

🎶 “smooth criminal”, glee cover

[psyfi]

Lit

lit1lit/

past and past participle of light1, light3.

[enlit12ww]

On the fringes of space exists a planet of metal.

Torn between both sides of good and evil, the celestial body is on the brink of collapse. Eons of warfare have ravaged the planet’s surface, leaving it near-dead.

Its name is Cybertron. Home world of the Transformers.1

*****

“Calling all Autobot2  forces! To anyone within range of this frequency, Optimus Prime3  has ordered the total evacuation of our planet. Look to the stars, brothers and sisters, our home world can no longer sustain us…” The voice echoed across the ship’s intercom.  “I repeat, to any Autobot who can hear this, the total evacuation of-”

Boom. The hull shook violently. The lone Transformer seated in the cockpit was almost thrown off his seat. That was the third barrage of cannon fire that hit the docks, he thought. He adjusted his seat, sat upright and looked around. Around him was the captain’s terminal. The screens flickered with static. Lights fluctuated in an unstable power surge

Behind him, a heavy, paneled door hissed open, and a thinly built female bot stepped through.

“Dion.4” She said.

The transformer turned in his seat. “Yes, Ariel5?”

“Engineering reports came back. The Praxis doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere anytime soon. The tanks took another hit, and the engine fuses are dislodged.”

Normally, Dion would be annoyed that his beloved ship took more damage, but at this point, the war was taking a toll on him. His apathy was starting to show. He shook his head and looked down, defeated and exhausted.

The lights came back. “-epeat. Evacuate immediately!”, the voice said on the intercom. Dion flicked a switch and turned off the transmission. Ariel sat next to him in the co-pilots seat.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, staring outside the windows of the cockpit. They could see the burning, metallic landscape of Cybertron glinting orange. Anti-air rockets streaked the skyline, followed by a flurry of explosions on a distant tower

Dion just stared.

“I’m tired.” He muttered.

Ariel stared back. Dion’s eyes were glassy, distant. She turned back at the landscape.

“Cybertron was beautiful. I still remember its shining city skylines… Iacon, Tarn, Vos. Now look at it. It’s a scrap heap. I never wanted this war. All I wanted was to sit back and- “

Dion paused. He saw Ariel sitting there. Both of them we’re tired. Not just from the war, but from living.

“Never mind.” He sat upright.

“No, it’s okay. I was a medic before, so I’m used to hearing stories.” She gave a weak smile. Dion sighed.

“Guess we’re stuck here. Damned rust bucket.” He leaned back. Clenching his fist, he looked to Ariel. “Y’know, I knew Optimus before he was Optimus, right?6”

Ariel’s facial expression changed. How is that one of the most hedonistic bots that she’s ever known, be familiar with the planet’s most noble leader?

“Yep. He was called Orion Pax… Orion for short. We worked at the Iacon Energy Storage Facilities before the war. Then a Decepticon attack threw the city into chaos. People were displaced. They lost jobs…” Dion frowned. “People got reassigned left and right. Orion was one of them. After a few weeks of waiting, I got word that he was assigned as a clerk in the city library; the Hall of Records.”

“And?”

“I dunno, the bot just started… changing,” He slouched forward. “Didn’t talk to him for a while, but when I did… he was like a whole new person. Started rambling about social injustice and scrap. Caste system, injustice… whatever.”

Ariel furrowed her brows.

“Before that, he and I just mucked around. We’d visit Crystal City Casino using whatever credits we scrounged up. He was a serious tailpipe, I tell you; but then… he just- he was full on political after the transfer. Started sounding like those sons of rust buckets in the High Council.”

Ariel leaned back. Now she was seeing the old Dion. The sarcastic, foul mothed, carefree bot she heard about before joining the Praxis crew.

“Before long, Orion came before the High Council. Started debating and what not… and those buckets of bolts were listening! They named him Optimus soon after; after one of them- Primes7 or whatever. I told him he doesn’t have to be this way. We could’ve waited the tension out, but he said no. Ran off to head the war effort against Decepticons…”

Dion rested his head in his palms.

“Thought that was it, but no.”

Ariel stayed silent.

“Apparently, he’d found that old relic we learned about in school during some recon mission… the uh, Matrix of Leadership.8 Crazy I know, but that’s what happened. Or so they say.”

Ariel nodded, intrigued.

“He became Optimus Prime after that. He was different. The Orion I knew was gone. That reckless, humorous bot who always had some trick up his servo. Optimus was… something else.

Ariel couldn’t help but agree. Optimus on the battlefield has an aura of comfort. You felt sure of everything when you were near him. Steadfast, humble, and morally sound, Optimus exhibited what a true Prime should be. Not like those rust buckets who ran the government.

“I’m proud of him. Even if he’s so… radically different, he’s something I could never be. Guess that’s why he’s the boss. Part of me actually wishes I could go back; join the war earlier. Maybe do something worthwhile for the Autobots… I don’t know anymore. I’m scrap, Ariel. He isn’t. Not anymore.”

Dion let out a deep sigh. Ariel could hear the regret in his tone. The feeling of a failed friendship; something lost.

“I don’t what to think sometimes. Am I angry at him for taking part in this war? Am I proud of him? I want to be. Maybe I am.”

Dion leaned forward to the terminal and flicked a switch. Communicating with engineering, he asked if they were in the clear to launch the Praxis. They said yes.

He turned to Ariel,

“Time to go.”

1 A race of sentient robots that have the ability to turn into an “alternate mode”, which is traditionally a vehicle of some type.

2 One of the two factions fighting in the Cybertron Civil War, with the other being the Decepticons.

3 Optimus Prime is the leader of the Autobot faction in the Cybertron Civil War. Steadfast, compassionate, and morally just, he acts as a substitution for Siddhartha-turned-Buddha as both of them are regarded as noble figures/leaders.

4 A character from the original Transformers 1984 TV series (colloquially known as G1). However, unlike the Dion shown here, not much is known about him except that he was a close friend of Optimus Prime prior to the war, back when Prime was known as Orion Pax. For the sake of the story, Dion here is portrayed as a self-centered individual as a lens to analyze Optimus’/Orion’s journey. He is a substitute for Suddhodana, as both he and Dion carried a close personal relationship with Siddhartha/Buddha and Optimus/Orion respectively.

5 Ariel is a character who originates from the G1 TV series similar to Dion. In the show, she is the girlfriend of Orion Pax. However, here she acts a side character for Dion to open up to, as a means for exposition.

6 The following section is a retelling of Siddhartha’s transition into Buddha with the four sights using Optimus’ backstory as a parallel, especially with how both Buddha and Optimus started living with one lifestyle, and then moving on to another. Optimus’ transition is derived from his origins from G1, and the TV series Transformers: Prime.

7 In Transformers lore, while definitions vary, Primes are often cultural leaders and figureheads in both Autobot and Transformer history.

8 The Matrix of Leadership is an ancient Autobot artifact that carries great cultural and historical significance for the Transformers. It is often depicted as a blue crystal-like orb encased in an orange container, and acts as a vessel for “The Wisdom of the Primes”, hence its importance.

[bigbamastuff]

(Big Bama)