#pervas

[bi-perva]

"İnsan öteki yarısının şifasıdır,vaktini bekler"

[super-maracaes]

La Bruja del Cafetal

La vieja campana de bronce daba su talán en esa escuela, los niños alborotados por el sofocante calor, salían apresurados hacia el camino que los llevaría hacia la poza cristalina de aquel río. Los más pequeños no tendrían tal dicha, de la mano de sus madres o sus abuelas, se irían hacia sus casas, en su mayoría de adobe y bahareque. El callejón -en medio del cafetal- se contentaba cuando sentía…

[grinnames]

Season of Disassembly

My friend asked me to make this poster for a Sky: Children of the Light fanfiction he is currently in the process of writing! It's about a zombie apocalypse of darkness taking over the kingdom of Sky, infecting both spirits and skykids alike.

Spooky!

IMPORTANT EDIT: Here's the link to the fanfic!

[marypickfords]

“In a letter dated from 1911, Lucile Pervas from Portland, Oregon, explains that she is at odds with her well-off aunts, who did not look kindly on the eighteen-year-old’s rough-and-tumble pastimes (which included farming, fishing, and ‘shooting and the like’) and expressed urgent concern over the motherless girl’s ‘very unlady-like’ behavior. The older women interpreted their niece’s favoring of masculine occupations as ‘full of mischief,’ and worried it might symptomize a constitutional inability to conform to ‘sensible’ (read: heteronormative) womanhood. [...] Seeking to counteract this undesired outcome, Pervas’s aunts took drastic measures: ‘Honey, would you believe it,’ the high-schooler complained, ‘they have actually persuaded daddy to send me abroad to a French school [of manners] for two solid years.’ In a heartbeat, the fan asserted, ‘As hard as auntie is going to try she will never make a quite sedate young lady out of me.’ Torn, the adolescent fan transfers this anxiety to her object of desire, asking the young actress to validate such untraditional way of being by sharing it with her. Calling Lawrence ‘my little girl friend’ and ‘my girl hero,’ the moviegoer confesses to only reaching out to the star after having ‘read in the last issue of the [Motion Picture Story] magazine that you enjoy out-of-doors sports,’ data that intimated that fan and star were ‘kindred spirits.’ In one fell swoop, Lawrence is cast as confidante, soulmate, and mentor, a queering amalgamation of affective roles. Perhaps the most conspicuous sign of homoerotic courtship is Pervas’s attempt to seduce Lawrence with a profuse fantasy of dyadic intimacy. Confessing to ‘have just learnt to love you,’ the tomboy invites Flo to visit her Portland country house and share what resembles a romantic idyll, complete with town-and-gown options and lady-in-waiting services. ‘Any time we wish to go to town the auto can take us there in forty-five minutes,’ the girl jauntily declares, ‘and I will try my best to keep you from getting lonesome.’”

— Diana W. Anselmo, from A Queer Way of Feeling: Girl Fans and Personal Archives of Early Hollywood (2023)

[ilmiyyat1453]

Arkadaşlık ve İnsanlarla Sohbet Etme Şartları

Bu huylara sahip kimseler sevilir ve onlarla arkadaşlık yapılır.

1 - Akıllı olmalıdır. Çünkü ahmak olan kimse ile arkadaşlık yapmaktan asla fayda gelmez, nefret ve soğuklukla sonuçlanır. Çünkü sana iyilik yapmak isterken bazen öyle yapar ki, ondan sana büyük zarar gelir. Oysa o zarardan habersizdir.

2 - Güzel ahlâklı olmalıdır. Çünkü kötü ahláklıdan selametle kalmak mümkün olmaz. Onun huyu harekete geçince, aradaki hakları unutur ve senin hatırını kırmaktan perva çekmez.

3 -Salih olmalıdır. Çünkü günahlarda ısrar eden Allah'tan korkmaz. Allah'tan korkmayana güvenmek de cäiz değildir. Allah buyurur ki: «Kalbini, bizi anmaktan gafil bıraktıklarımıza ve arzusuna uyanlara itaat etme,» (Kehf süresi, ayet: 28).

4 - Bid'atçı olmamalıdır. Çünkü onların bid'ati sirayet eder, kötülüğü kendini gösterir.  Şeytan onların sözlerini güzel ve geçerli göstermeğe çalışır. Ve az zamanda (ibahe) günahları helâl görmeğe sebeb olur.

5- Yalancı ve fasık olmamalıdır. Çünkü yalan söyler, seni aldatır. Fasık olan ise, seni bir lokmaya, hatta bir lokmadan aşağı olan şeye de satar.

İmam Ğazâlï, Kimya-i Saadet

[kadirtclk16]

Müslümanlık Nerde

Müslümanlık nerde! Bizden geçmiş insanlık bile...

Adem aldatmaksa maksad, aldanan yok, nafile!

Kaç hakiki müslüman gördümse, hep makberdedir;

Müslümanlık, bilmem amma, galiba göklerdedir;

İstemem, dursun o payansız mefahir bir yana...

Gösterin ecdada az çok benziyen kan bana!

İsterim sizlerde görmek ırkınızdan yadigar,

Çok değil, ancak Necip evlada layık tek şiar.

Varsa şayet, söyleyin, bir parçacık insafınız:

Böyle kansız mıydı -haşa- kahraman ecdadınız?

Böyle düşmüş müydü herkes ayrılık sevdasına?

Benzeyip şirazesiz bir mushafın eczasına,

Hiç görülmüş müydü olsun kayd-i vahdet tarumar?

Böyle olmuş muydu millet canevinden rahnedar?

Böyle açlıktan boğazlar mıydı kardeş kardeşi?

Böyle adet miydi bi-perva, yemek insan leşi?

Irzımızdır çiğnenen, evladımızdır doğranan...

Hey sıkılmaz, ağlamazsan, bari gülmekten utan! ...

"His" denen devletliden olsaydı halkın behresi:

Payitahtından bugün taşmazdı sarhoş naresi!

Kurd uzaklardan bakar, dalgın görürmüş merkebi.

Saldırırmış ansızın yaydan boşanmış ok gibi.

Lakin, aşk olsun ki, aldırmaz otlarmış eşek,

Sanki tavşanmış gelen, yahut kılıksız köstebek!

Kâr sayarmış bir tutam ot fazla olsun yutmayı...

Hasmı, derken, çullanırmış yutmadan son lokmayı! ...

Bu hakikattir bu, şaşmaz, bildiğin usluba sok:

Halimiz merkeple kurdun aynı, asla farkı yok.

Burnumuzdan tuttu düşman; biz boğaz kaydındayız;

Bir bakın: hala mı hala ihtiras ardındayız!

Saygısızlık elverir... Bir parça olsun arlanın:

Vakti çoktan geldi, hem geçmektedir arlanmanın!

Davranın haykırmadan nakus-u izmihaliniz...

Öyle bir buhrana sapmıştır ki, zira, halimiz:

Zevke dalmak söyle dursun, vaktiniz yok mateme!

Davranın zira gülünç olduk bütün bir aleme,

Bekleşirken gökte yüz binlerce ervah, intikam;

Yerde kalmış, naşa benzer kavm için durmak haram! ...

Kahraman ecdadınızdan sizde bir kan yok mudur?

Yoksa, istikbalinizden korkulur, pek korkulur.

Mehmet Akif Ersoy

Usta Şairlerin en güzel şiirlerine bu uygulama ile kolayca ulaşabilirsiniz.

Google Play

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[cyanophore-fiction]

“Cold Burning”

An entire space station, 70,000 people, and all they had for fuel was tritium and helium-3. O/LETS-061 couldn’t fuse helium. It wanted to, desperately, but it would boil itself alive in its own coolant before it ever achieved reaction temperature. Of course, the station’s municipal reactor could fuse helium—assuming it would ever fuse anything again after having a hole punched in it by a meteorite.

All O/LETS had left of the deuterium it needed was a single canister, enough to keep vital systems running for a little over a day. After that, the cold would set in.

Floating in coolant inside its tungsten-shielded chamber, it turned the precious canister in its claws. Its black nanite visor reflected the bluish halo of Cherenkov radiation surrounding it, displaying a worried expression in purple light. Its integrated reactor jutted from its spine like a complicated cylindrical backpack, connected to pressure tubes snaking from the ceiling which ran water through the core. Megawatts of electricity poured from the thermoelectric dynamo at the base of its spine, coursing down through the conduit at the center of its enormous tail, and into the station’s power grid.

A heavy suit of industrial protective gear covered its body, adding layers of insulation and shielding to its already bulky frame. Beneath the suit, its gray fur had become matted and itchy from days spent in the coolant tank. O/LETS thought about food, the smell of shampoo and of rinsing its coat with warm, clean water, of the fleece sheets on its mattress back in its cabin, of sleeping with its head on a pillow and its reactor powered down. It needed rest, days of rest, to finally allow its aching body to begin repairing all the radiation damage it had accrued.

Not yet.

There were feed hoses neatly stowed on spools at the walls of the chamber, most drawing from the station’s reserves of helium-3 fuel. Under better circumstances, they would supply a much more robust emergency reactor.

One bundle of hoses was extended, connected to the reactor assembly on O/LETS’s back. It could feel tritium entering its body from the connection. The fuel tasted fresh, still mostly untouched by fission decay. Its brain ascribed a sweet, honey-like flavor to the substance, with a texture not unlike carbonation that indicated the presence of mild radiation. According to the supply monitor registering in the back of its mind, the station had enough to burn for at least two decades, but it wouldn’t help when the deuterium ran dry.

[Hey, Kindjal?] it transmitted, its electronic voice crackling with radiation interference.

A spirit’s voice answered. [I hear you, Ollie. How are you holding up?]

[Switching to final fuel reserve. I think I can make it last…30 hours, maybe.]

There was a pause. [That’s right. We did the calculations together, remember?]

Blinking, O/LETS bobbed its head up and down. [Right, yeah…yeah, we did. Sorry.]

[Don’t apologize. Are you okay?]

[Not really.]

[Getting medical on it right now. We’ll do whatever we can from here.]

[Thanks.]

[Repairs to the primary reactor are proceeding as planned. It’ll be tight, but we’ll get it back up. We’re in the home stretch.]

[…Kindjal, listen. Is there any way for me to reduce my power output? Temporarily. Can we ration? Anything?]

Kindjal hesitated. When it replied, its words were slow, chosen carefully. [Every spirit on the station is already surviving on the absolute minimum, myself included. The organics are getting cold, and the air recyclers are doing just enough to keep them from suffocating. Anything less and we’ll start losing people. I’m sorry.]

[Okay. Not a problem.]

[Thirty hours, Ollie. You can do it. Medical will be in touch.]

Slotting the canister’s attachment nozzle into a matching one on the reactor assembly, O/LETS stared at the floor. It clicked its claws together, tapping out slow, sporadic rhythms. [Okay,] it said, and fled from the physical world.

Diving into the station’s softspace, the pervasive ache filling its body became distant, as though it belonged to somebody else. O/LETS could perceive the vast areas of virtual space that it wasn’t powering represented as empty, colorless non-spaces which made it wince with discomfort. A few slender branches of light sprouted from its tail, radiating out across the system. Spirits were clustered inside them, drawing a little power for themselves and channeling the rest into nodes of light which might have been heaters, water filters, air recyclers. The branches were constantly changing shape and color as the spirits routed power, arcing between stars which sprang into existence at their touch and faded in their absence.

Thirty hours. It watched its tree and kept it alive, slipping between waking and sleep.

___

Thank you for reading! This one was for @flashfictionfridayofficial ‘s prompt, “A Form of Distraction.”

O/LETS-061 (Operations/Logistics Engineering and Technical Support, or ‘Outlets’, or ‘Ollie’) is a character that’s been around in my brain for quite some time, and I’ve come to love it/them a great deal. They’re a protogen, a furry species which has built-in lore, but I like to imagine O/LETS as existing without that lore attached—sometimes as a heavily-cyberized “uplifted animal” or as an entirely synthetic being. Over the years I’ve considered changing their species, but I do enjoy the protogen look, and it’s become a key part of how I visualize them.

Whatever the hell they are, they’re an engineering specialist, a sweetheart, and often something of a liaison between organics and AI, or ‘spirits.’ For either party, having access to a reliable source of electricity can be a matter of life or death, and O/LETS-061 is, among other things, a reliable source of electricity. It isn’t always the easiest thing to be.

[abatelunare]

Due parole due su un bel film

Sempre più il cinema punta sulle storie di redenzione. Uomini o donne che hanno in qualche modo mancato. E cercano disperatamente un'occasione per riscattare i propri sbagli. Così è nel film d'animazione giapponese The deer king. Van �� un guerriero di quelli con tre palle (se non quattro). La morte della moglie e delfiglio lo precipita nell'oscurità più profonda. L'incontro con una bimba di nome Yuna lo riporta alla luce. Salvando un'anima che perva perduta e per sempre. Il resto non importa: è solo al servizio di un preciso nucleo narrativo. Presentato come solo i giapponesi sanno fare.

[bi-perva]

Hedefe doğru adım adım. Bismillah🇹🇷

[444names]

roman emperor, tolkienesque and french forenames + roman places and deities BUT excluding "i"

Adalf Adane Adanus Adette Adroth Aetor Agnus Alate Aldang Aldar Alemna Alemon Alenwë Alette Amrah Amrodda Anast Anbora Ancus Andel Andra Andred Androth Angeleb Annator Annon Annonum Antus Anáro Aphrod Apollus Aquaes Aracae Aracaen Arach Aragus Araharn Aranc Arancan Arata Arato Aravane Arazôn Ardanel Areth Arette Argestë Argetas Argette Argue Arles Arleth Arnar Aroma Artas Artha Arvedum Arvelyë Ascatar Ascate Astans Aules Auram Austus Bacca Baldar Balus Banna Barazôn Baugus Belebor Belegon Beles Belle Benor Beona Beorl Beracum Berence Berenée Beres Berna Berta Bolgero Bombul Brodel Caglas Caglor Calcar Calla Calmo Camed Cament Camuel Camula Caran Carazôn Carcel Carme Caros Castes Cates Catha Cator Celeg Celes Celle Celyne Celynea Celyë Cemeter Ceorn Cerea Clata Claud Claume Claur Claure Clotas Coelu Colas Coletor Comon Concal Concora Concorn Condela Consta Constan Constas Corum Cybello Daedalf Derna Deven Drastan Dylane Déago Ebona Ectho Ecthor Egaland Elander Elareth Elber Elendo Eleth Elfhel Elumer Emmanwë Eneldad Eorgel Eregorm Erenda Erylla Estans Estas Evert Eärenta Eärenus Eärené Eärenée Eärnus Faman Famanus Fannona Fanon Farahar Faunum Febrían Fenge Feronwë Ferra Ferula Florach Flore Forum Forus Franc Frandel Fëano Fëanon Gabalba Gaetas Galas Galda Galens Gantar Ganto Garwen Genel Geneta Gerent Gerette Gette Glander Glandre Glorach Glóred Golae Golane Gorba Gortona Gothéod Gratant Gratar Grato Hadoc Hadon Halba Haldog Haldor Halla Hallae Hanthor Helle Henator Henrva Heracum Hercel Hercus Herme Herucas Herum Herus Hestes Horon Jacque Jeanc Jeancan Jeanna Jessa Joanne Joceleg Jocetum Justes Justus Jutum Juven Juvenus Khamer Lactor Lagory Lalanta Laramna Laude Laume Laven Legund Leona Lette Lonna Lothéo Lucales Luent Lugduf Lugdus Léodwyn Madette Madoc Mador Maeda Magash Magast Magnès Magora Magund Mahtar Malanon Malas Malla Mallas Mamuel Mandrée Manos Mantona Manum Manus Mathel Matho Maura Meldë Menae Mendor Menette Mentas Menter Mohamen Mohamûl Monel Morges Mortune Mélan Nahael Narda Nathôn Necessa Nemes Neron Neros Nessor Nonum Océanel Océanes Olóred Orbag Ornen Ornovum Orodre Orona Orond Oronwë Ostanto Ostvera Palatar Palenwë Parcele Parcus Paulë Penae Perence Pereth Perette Pertus Perva Petella Peterre Phaesar Pollo Pollum Pompeda Porthur Portuna Portune Portus Porumor Posette Potent Quent Radanus Raphor Raymon Regon Regula Rence Robus Rogerme Rogeron Rogeros Rómence Sabeorl Sadoc Salmach Salmoth Sanck Sandel Sander Saradoc Sarus Satuta Secury Senoît Sephaël Sergel Sevent Shadoc Shagram Shelm Smaugus Smauhúr Sméagon Solas Solum Soros Sorsa Stred Stren Stéphan Summa Suzanna Taromë Taroth Tatan Teleb Tellane Telle Temnae Tempes Thena Thenrva Theodor Theophe Thorod Thoromë Thorond Thoros Thostor Thras Théod Tranc Trant Trebor Trebora Trenée Turna Turnus Vacum Vagna Vagnès Valad Valadûn Valas Valeth Vanne Vanny Vecthor Vector Venne Venua Verae Verna Verra Vertune Verula Verus Vette Volum Vorod Vulcar Vulturn Waldor Yandré Yanna Yanne Yanny Yavanus Yvonna Zenor Élodh Éomunda Éotha Éothéo Éverna Éverus

[oyuncakdunyali]

Sevdayı Muhammed

Miskin Ahmed kuluna kitabetli Muhammed;

Yetim, fakir, garibe sehavetli Muhammed.

Başıma düşüp nara-ı sevda-ı Muhammed

Ben onun için yolunda şeyda-ı Muhammed

Kim ümmeti ise durmadan hamd ve sena söyler

Ya Samed eyle beni nisva-ı Muhammed

Gönlüme koyup aşk sevdasını Allah'ım

Eyle beni sen aşık-ı yekta-ı Muhammed

Mecnun misali geçirip iki cihandan

Divane eyleyip eyle beni rüsva-ı Muhammed

Öldür, yandır, her sıkıntıyı gönder

O ceza günü eyle beni şeyda-ı Muhammed

Herzaman ümmet derdini yedi, yemedi nimet

Kerametidirsin hani gamha-ı Muhammed

Ümmet diyerek gece gündüz yedi hasret

Göğsünden çıkarır pûrhun-ı dilha-ı Muhammed

Ümmetin günahını dileyip o Şahların Şahı

O ceza günü yok bizde perva-ı Muhammed

Vazgeç herşeyden ara Muhammed'in rızasını

Vallahi bulasın anında göya-ı Muhammed

Sen'den dileğim budur ey Halık

Koy kulağıma benim gevga-ı Muhammed

Ben savrulayım hoş kereminden senin Allah

Bir damla tatdır bana derya-ı Muhammed

Yol verici Rahman-Rahim, Gafur ve Settar

Kılma beni pişman-ı gümrah-ı Muhammed

Bir damla su o elest kadehinden bana bağış

Eyle olayım hamdine dânâ-ı Muhammed

Kara yüzünü sür Pir-i Kâmil'in ayak izine

Lutfetse verir dide-i bina-ı Muhammed

Maksadıma erdir beni ey Halik

Ben talibiyim zülf-ü semen sa-ı Muhammed

Yûzden kaldırıp perdeyi Miskin'e doğru bak

Ben o kuluyum o muy-ı siyah pa-yı Muhammed

Miskin Yesevi arzu-ı ravza-ı Hazret

Olur mu müyesser hak-i kef i pa-ı Muhammed

[grinnames]

Here's the fanfic that I made my poster (Season of Disassembly) for!

The story is written by my friend Agent TPC!

Check out his Youtube Channel:

Check out his Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/agent_tpc/

[ionasspot]

perva😭

Girl interrupted (1999)

[marshallsnyder1]

HONOR, COURAGE AND SACRIFICE: CONFRONTING WOKE AND THE NEW MARXISTS

A retired Nashville, Tennessee lawyer, Marshall Snyder is

the author of HONOR, COURAGE AND SACRIFICE:

CONFRONTING WOKE AND THE NEW MARXISTS. 

The book is available for purchase on both Amazon and

Barnes and Noble. 

The Amazon link is https://amazon.com/Honor-Courage-Sacrifice-Confronting-Marxists/dp/B0DTJKLC2L/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1JDCAEAFA0AGW&dib=eyJ2IjoiM……

The Barnes and Noble link is

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/honor-courage-and-sacrifice-marshall-snyder/1146485914?ean=9781662897429

Website: https://www.marshallsnyder.com

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley discovered a

muddled modernity beginning to take shape.

“It is true, we shall be monsters.”

“Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus.”

Likewise Anthony Burgess’ novel and Stanley

Kubrick’s movie.  

The following article is by Filip Bakardzhiev.

“A Clockwork Orange: A Whig Tale of Absolute

Evil.” By Filip Bakardzhiev. From Voegelin View.

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#politics #gop #christianity #judaism

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[turkishpropaganda]

Zalim olsa ne rütbe bi perva

Yine bünyad-ı zulmü biz yıkarız

Merkez-i hâke atsalar da bizi

Küre-i arzı patlatır çıkarız.