#selfsame

[venfaaniik]

So What if all your dreams would slowly wither And with time were to pass away?

[glamoriized]

g l a m o r i i z e d

[cyanide-latte]

Happy Birthday Ren!!! What made you want to go to school at NRC, versus another magical school or one closer to home?

"I received multiple acceptance letters to various arcane academies. But Night Raven College was where Idia Shroud was said to be attending. His magnitech accomplishments far surpassed anything I'd dreamed of. Having a rival like that could push me to achieve even greater accomplishments of my own, so there simply was no other option. It had to be NRC, and I will not back down from getting what I want."

Sorry for the low effort doodle, this looks god-awful, pls forgive.

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[postsforposting]

can you reclaim the f slur?

limp wristed fops were never in the closet. they define themselves by showing off their frocking frippery finery. fucks hard, imo.

how obnoxious of him to appropriate gay stereotypes when he's not even Real Enough To Matter! explicitly stays in the curio cabinet, even with a big bag of marvel cash! it's like he knows his life is fake!

if a word is fine to say due to the speaker's identity, then GASP i think we just said even bad nasty words aren't inherently bad and nasty. BUT it's totes proper to judge a person's moral character based on someone's identity like their gender, sexuality, race, creed, disability because some people are should be branded evil due to who they are and---uh oh. are we playing for the other team here???

"don't say gay" was supposed to be about converting a ~slur~ into an acceptable characteristic. it was not meant literally as "don't say gay, cause that's a bad bad word and a bad bad thing to be and that should never, ever change". broomstick twiggy friends of dorothy aren't any different, because that would be extremely fucking strange, peculiar, curious, and unusual.

there was an entire years long arc in the marvel comics about demanding people get publicly branded to avoid persecution. but that could mean fuck all to fops and their colorful wardrobes, right?

[dreadseadreams]

[ Eden ] Directory: 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥.

[Perhaps one day a fancy graphic will occupy this space.]

[ More formal write-up is pending, but this will do for now. ]

Path: Destruction

Combat Type: Physical 

Eden operates as both a traveling and independent mercenary. Despite working as a mercenary, in practice he is more akin to a freelancer and takes on just about any odd job that comes his way. No job is too dangerous or too menial for him to handle, as long as he receives appropriate compensation for his efforts. 

If asked about his past, he’ll change the subject. If pressed for further details, he will claim that he doesn’t know or that he can’t recall certain details of his past. This is, of course, a convenient lie. He does not have the desire to revisit his past in any capacity; he has left that all behind. Eden may be willing to disclose details about his present affiliations, but that is as far back into the past he will disclose willingly. 

He spends a majority of his time traveling and doing odd jobs to pay for his traveling expenses. When he’s not out doing some sort of menial work, he’s likely trying to find solace in the ordinary. 

He thinks it would be nice to settle down somewhere, someday. But for now, he calls a little residence on the Ataraxia Merchant Guild’s flagship, the Ambrosia, his home.

[attractthecrows]

[jinseinomerry-go-round]

had a dream last night that i was in a city where a whole district entirely consisted of fabric stores and yarn stores and 1 model train club & the architecture was lovely and there were trams everywhere

[prokopetz]

It's generally true that institutions don't make rules prohibiting things that nobody is doing (i.e., the existence of the prohibition demonstrates the existence of whatever it's prohibiting), but then I think about the moral panic back in the 1980s where people genuinely thought that shitty movies about white dudes dressing up in ninja costumes were teaching children to be ninja assassins, and passed a bunch of laws banning "ninja weapons" for which their only source of knowledge were those selfsame movies, with the result that, to this day, many jurisdictions have laws on the books prohibiting weapons which do not exist, and I reflect that every principle has exceptions.

[roadside-enshrined]

chekhov's gun is actually so funny to me. you point at smthng and go There. That Thing There. then That Same Thing Will Be There Again. preferably Violently,

[ploridafanthers]

bitches love me for my: knowledge of edible and medicinal native plants

[smashedpumpkinprincess]

I’m drowning in work and I just don’t know what to do. It’s so paralyzing.

[dreadseadreams]

eden tag drop

[noisybasementrebel]

Pack up everybody we can go home now. THIS. Just this. It said everything about arjuna ans draupadi that ever needs to be said.

FIRE AND RAIN

The first time I saw her, I was clad in disguise, Betrayed by the ones we called family, Bound by my mother’s words- You brothers will suffice. Yet I stared, amidst the kings and princes of Bharatvarsha, Where steel and pride were woven thick, Where men sought glory, aiming at the near impossible. Yet there she stood- unshaken, unmoved, Born of fire, a flame no storm could quell. Her hair, a river of endless midnight silk, Her lotus eyes, a single glance, and hearts would tremble. Yet in their depths, my gods… Not a maiden’s dream, but a warrior’s strength. Gold and diamonds adorned her form, Yet they dimmed before her radiant glow. For she was not the moon’s borrowed light, She was the brimming fire of a sacred Agni Kunda. Then she walked, and the air grew still, A hush of petals upon a royal garden, The world inhaled the scent of a lotus dream. Oh, but she was not soft alone, Thunder echoed in the step of her stride, A tempest roared within her veins. She, a no mere flower, But a storm waiting to rise. I, the son of Indra: you, the blessing of fire. Would I be the bow or the arrow you set to flight? Would I ever know the strength that shapes the storm, The brilliance of her fearless light? I am but a Brahmin in disguise, Standing before a flame that will not bend. And in her gaze, I glimpse a path, A journey that will never end.

I'm supposed to finish assignments but my mind is elsewhere...

[apas-95]

this website is so often anti-intellectual in the most boring, ignorant way, always delivered with the selfsame faux-rebellious attitude. bothering to make any critique of the intelligentsia as a class, of the institutions of bourgeois academia, only gets rhetoric adopted to the cause of, like, mocking the fermi paradox for just being dumb scientists who watched too many alien movies. these positions are borne out of ignorance and a desire to maintain that ignorance, to not to have to learn anything more; in the exact same way people claim to not need political theory, they also decide their lived experience puts them above statisticians and cosmologists. it's a reactionary tendency wrapped in supposed resistance to authority, nothing new there, but it gets absolutely celebrated on this website, and fed into by half every would-be abolisher of polytechnics and medical schools

[makingqueerhistory]

do you have any older examples of people playing around with pronouns (gender neutral or otherwise) in a queer way? most stuff I'm finding on my own is all mid to late 20th century :')

I think I have the perfect story for you! That of Zinaida Gippius, here is a quote from their article:

"A Russian poet, their discussion of their own identity is held within the culture and understandings of the Russian language. This is particularly relevant in the Russian language's use of grammatical gender, which is something that the English language is unable to capture in any meaningful way. Within their poetry, Gippius made a point to switch back and forth between masculine and feminine gendering, leaning towards the masculine. In the study of their poetry, this has been demonstrated for English readers through coloured text, with one colour used to indicate when they are using feminine gendering and another for masculine."

It was an interesting article to write, as there was a legitimate reason to use he/him/his pronouns, she/her/hers, and they/them/theirs, so we used all three.

Here are some interesting quotes about gender from them:

"The bodily differences between an actual man and an actual woman are important, of course. The body here should be viewed as a sign of the predominance in a given human being of the [Female] or [Male] principle […] the body itself is not integrally reflective of the [Male] or [Female] principle and, second, the body does not determine personality."

"I do not desire exclusive femininity, just as I do not desire exclusive masculinity. Each time someone is insulted and dissatisfied within me; with women, my femininity is active, with men-my masculinity! In my thoughts, my desires, in my spirit-I am more a man; in my body-I am more a woman. Yet they are so fused together that I know not."

"Thus, in all the tangled threads of reality—in all its minutiae, errors, and nuances—one may uncover the selfsame effectual Principles [pure masculine and feminine]: separated and conjoinable, conjoined and separable."

[stoportotouch]

back on this. he sucks at empathy in the same way as i think dundy does (or at least in a similar way), in that he doesn't really feel the emotions of others. but he also struggles to extend any compassion or sympathy to HIMSELF really (as i have said. This Mariner Has A Lifelong Struggle With OCD.), and so his ability to do that for anybody Else is equally compromised.

which. i like the parallel between him and hickey in general but this is an interesting dimension to extend it into i think. like there are definitely points in the show where if ANYBODY would be allowed to feel a bit sorry for themselves it's those two. And Yet.

also. this isn't really relevant outside of my Imagined Backstory with him and hodgson. but irving is really good at holding a grudge. so while i say that hodgson was doing psychological warfare to him after they broke up on board hms excellent irving was also kind of doing psychological warfare back to him. (and to himself.)

for some reason i have had irving on the mind since i left rehearsal. i have no idea why.