#sibi talks about sibi

[purple-possibilities]

My surgeon told me to cut my own sutures. They were the dissolvable kind but my body was pushing the thread out the incisions instead of dissolving them, stopping the surface skin of the incisions from closing. I figured I’d have to get a nurse or someone to do it but he said as long as I trust myself not to cut my own skin I was safe to do it myself.

So this post does apply to sutures but only if your doctor tells you to, and you trust yourself not to cut your own skin.

“Temporary stitches” all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward

[purple-possibilities]

tfw you unintentionally spoil yourself bc you can’t wait to read the fanfiction

[siberianchan]

I refer to myself as a disaster a lot.

Recently I got a lot of positive feedback from people I don't even know that well (work colleagues, mainly) for how creative and smart and driven I am and how positively I impact them and...

Well, I am neither structured nor organized (I can act like I am, so...)

But since I'm not always destructive and actively try to not be destructive...

Maybe I should not call myself a disaster and more like... chaos on legs?

[malusokay]

Our Brains Are Rotting and Cicero Knew

On distraction, decline, and the intellectual rot Cicero saw coming. (from my substack)

O tempora, o mores—Cicero’s lament still echoes, like a parent sighing at their kid for putting the milk back in the fridge empty. He hurled those words into a world that thought it was collapsing, but honestly, Rome didn’t even know what real rot was yet. Cicero stood in the Senate, cloaked in self-righteous fury (as only Cicero could), accusing the guilty and clutching at virtues that were slipping through his fingers. “Iniquissima haec bellorum condicio est: prospera omnes sibi vindicant, adversa uni imputantur,” he said—history is cruel, always ready to share the credit for triumphs but quick to pin failure on a scapegoat. And oh, how disappointed he’d be to know his words, once etched in fire, are now buried in scrollable trivia, nestled between TikTok trends and threads about the dying sourdough starters.

Our rot is quieter and more subtle, almost polite, like water slowly ruining the foundation of a house no one even lives in anymore. It doesn’t come with swords or collapsing senates, but with screens. Flickering, endless screens. A thousand voices all talking at once until it’s just static, white noise buzzing in your brain. The kicker? We hold the wisdom of entire empires in our sweaty little hands, every speech, every scroll, every fragment of brilliance painstakingly saved by people who didn’t even have plumbing—and we just let it rot beneath algorithmic garbage. We traded Lucretius for lip-syncs, ars est celare artem for captions written by bots.

And Cicero? Poor Cicero, who believed so fiercely in the res publica, in the duty to preserve both morality and intellect—he’d probably choke on his wine to see us not just distracted but actively sabotaging ourselves. “Nescire autem quid ante quam natus sis acciderit, id est semper esse puerum,” he warned, because ignorance of history is the fastest way to stay a child forever. And, well, here we are: eternal toddlers in the nursery of civilization, sucking on the pacifier of whatever mindless content the algorithm spits out next. We’re not just lost; we’re willingly staying lost. It’s almost impressive.

Yet we think we’re clever. That’s the worst part. We think we’ve outsmarted the ancients, with our steady diet of soundbites and videos, each one shorter and dumber than the last. Meanwhile, Cicero would be rolling his eyes so hard they’d get stuck. “Legum servi sumus, ut liberi esse possimus,” he’d remind us—slaves to the rules we create, but these aren’t the rules of a republic. They’re the rules of a distraction economy. We call it freedom, but it’s more like gilded captivity. Every thought reduced to a trend, every story a fifteen-second flicker. What freedom is that? It’s like decorating your prison cell with fairy lights and pretending it’s cosy.

The rot isn’t just in the content. It’s in the way we approach it, like tourists in a museum, glancing at the masterpieces but never stopping long enough to feel their weight. We skim the Iliad, marvelling at its age but missing its fire, its warnings, its unbearable humanity. We quote the poets but only because it sounds sharp on a tote bag, not because we understand the exhaustion behind it. The ancients fought for words like these, polished them with the desperation of people who knew empires could crumble at any moment. And what do we do? We scroll right past, looking for something quicker, easier, something that sparkles.

We are exactly the people Cicero feared: writing tweets no one will read, building monuments to vanity instead of virtue, shrugging off the weight of history for the cheap thrill of now. The ancients taught us better. They polished their words like marble, made them heavy and sharp, meant to outlast empires. But we’re just tossing them aside to chase the next shiny thing. It’s not that we don’t know better—it’s that we don’t care.

And so, our brains rot. Not from hunger, but from excess. From too much noise, too much fluff, too much everything. The cry of O tempora, o mores isn’t dead, but it’s definitely hoarse. And the worst part? We’ve stopped listening. We don’t even notice the silence.

thank you for joining me on my little 4 AM Cicero brain-rot spiral. Usually, things like this stay buried in my notes, but where’s the fun in that, right? Lots of love, Malu <3

[purple-possibilities]

I think I’ve talked abt this before but the first ff I read was Harry Potter fanfiction on this site called elibs. It was used to make ad-libs, but people wrote whatever there (it ranged from fic to original writing to really kinky smut. Like some of the things my friends and I stumbled upon should not have been seen by preteens). My first fic was published there (I think I was 11 at the time, so it was pretty bad lol). Then, people would xpost their stuff on this website called xanga, which basically was like a blog website, where you’d make your own page. I had two pages up on there (one story was in Harry’s era, the other in the marauder’s). Around the same time, people were switching from elibs to quizilla, which was a site for quizzes that quickly became dominated by stories. They had to add a story section of the site bc the writing was so prolific. Again it was a mix of fic, original writing, and like crazy kinky smut. There were no rules, so people posted whatever. Then when I was like 13 a friend introduced me to ffn, and thru that I went to ao3, and then tumblr. I was posting on all those sites. I’ve thought abt posting my old works on ao3 on a dif account just bc like, while the writing is very cheesy, I am proud of my 11 year old self for doing it lol. Baby sibi was also writing original stories from even before I was able to write properly lol. If only I could get some of the mojo back…

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Second sketch batch of the Lady Bugs, this time with Lady Beetle and Lady Bug!

It took me... so long to figure out Beetle's hair... so long...

Visual note time, baby!

I made around twenty sketches for Binna's hair- I wanted something that was pulled up to look "short" because Marisol and Elle already have much longer hair, but I didn't want tit to be full-on "two uber shorthaired girls and two really longhaired ones".

Her surname was taken from Albert Koebele.

Binna's hair color ALSO took forever, but I'm happy I went with the brown.

I mentioned when talking about Siby that she was based off of Sailor Mercury, but a lot of the visual choices I made were inspired by Sailor Moon for this team- like how Marisol is the most visually distinct among the girls, and everyone else has more "realistic" hair/less shocking silhouettes.

I love drawing Marisol's hair. I don't remember the inspiration anymore but the cartoony swirls bring me joy.

I intend for every girl in this team to have a splash of red in their civvy forms, but I feel like I made Binna's red the weakest. If she keeps this dress I'm color swapping the polka dots and the bg white.

Marisol's outfit was not intended to be so heavy with the red, but honestly I like it this way.

Unlike the rest of the girls who are named after entomologists, Marisol's name is based purely off of the connection between the name Mary has with ladybugs and the fact ladybugs are beetles.

[borathae]

sibi i can't. it hurts so much. and the fact that he's thinking about how it "damaged the memories he made with the members and fans"??? i would burn the whole world for him. he's so loved. i wish we could all tell him in person about how loved he is.

IT’S LITERALLY FUCKED UP I’m so upset tht I’m shaking I FUCKING HATE THIS SITUATION AND I HATE HOW HE IS MADE THE VILLAIN FOR SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EVEN DESERVE ONE SECOND OF HATE

I’m also so anxious. Like if he ends up having to leave the band, I will actually break (lets not even talk about it though so we don’t manifest it. YOONGI IS GONNA BE OKAY. BANGTAN IS GONNA BE OKAY. THE TRUE FANS ARE GONNA BE OKAY lets manifest this instead!!!)

Lets keep repeating this mantra and lets keep spamming weverse with love for him and lets keep streaming his music and lets keep reporting the people who want him and Bangtan harm. We can do this my lovelies and WE ARE GONNA BE OKAY TOGETHER WITH OUR 7 BANGTAN 💜💜💜

[thanathicca]

if anyone here reads the 22nd century Thanatica AU imperare sibi maximum imperium est on AO3 and enjoyed it,

Please DM us, or send us an ask (will be responded privately) - that's our fic, and we would love to talk about it with anyone interested! :D

If you want discussion, have speculation, or even mere curiosity - we will entertain it all! (Except major spoilers, that is, but you understand, right? :3c)

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Story summary:

1 September 2165 will be remembered as a momentous day that rattled the scientific world and upended what humanity thought was possible. On this day, Thanatica Laboratories completed its greatest project yet: the AVA, a robot that carries within it the sum of a human being. It is a rebirth most marvelous. A breakthrough like never before. And most sacrilegiously, a Focus for none other than the soul of Daniil Dankovsky, the man who dreamed of defeating Death. Ad Vitam Aeternam.

[sverupintola]

SYBILL AND PETER

Sybill and Peter met in the library. Even though sybi isn't really a big fan of books, she really likes riddles. Which is something that studies exist. So after work she goes to the bookstore, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Just focused on studying and delving deeper into your beloved divinations.

Everything changes when she starts paying attention to a certain boy. He always went to the next session, taking my books, sitting in the same corner. This intrigued sybi. She wasn't much for paying attention to her surroundings, much less people. But something about him caught her attention, and that only made her more excited to study divinations.

Their first interaction was on a Tuesday, Sybi had a bunch of books and bad eyesight. She literally stopped in an available corner, just to sit down and organize her stuff. It was then that she looked ahead and realized that the boy with blond hair was right in front of her with those fat eyes wide open. She almost had a heart attack right there.

She apologized exaggeratedly, while the boy didn't even blink. He held some kind of comic in his hands, Siby was too nervous to notice properly. It was then when he was about to get up that he spoke. She said there was no problem with her staying, that everything was fine, she said with a smile on her face. So she was, totally embarrassed but she stayed. Of course she wanted to know his name, and as she was never a shy person she simply asked after a long silence. He looked at her a little measuredly, but responded.

"Peter. Call me peter."

Oh, Peter. Sounds like a hypnotic melody.

He didn't ask her name back, but she didn't mind anyway.

Then she started to sit next to him. They didn't talk, sometimes they looked at each other but that was it. Until one day, Peter spoke up. "Sorry, I didn't ask your name. And why do you read this?" His way of speaking was so comical that Sybi couldn't help it and laughed. Peter didn't understand, but he started laughing too. But later he will learn that the name of the girl in front of him is Sybill, she studies divination and signs. Hence the strange books.

The silence over the next few days began to be filled with conversations, laughter and jokes. To the point that books and comics are forgotten. Peter liked to cook, his favorite hero was Spider-Man, he also had a pet mouse. Sybill liked thrift stores, hot tea and cookies, children and had twelve pet cats. They learned so much about each other in weeks inside a bookstore. They didn't care about the place, they cared about each other's company.

Their first date was at a magic item store. Sybi said she would take Pete there, as if it were a necessity. They walked around the store, Sybi telling scary stories to make Pete scared, and Pete scared to death and making jokes at the same time. They ate so many things, talked about their tastes, showed photos of their pets. They discovered that they both prefer to stay at home watching movies while eating popcorn.

It didn't stop there, they went out a lot more. Going to each other's houses, or going to your favorite places. They loved giving each other gifts, going to waterfalls even though they didn't know how to swim, having pillow fights or just enjoying each other's company.

They started dating after six months, but before that they already considered themselves together. They wear matching rings, sun and moo.

The end.

| I apologize if it was bad or confusing, English is not my first language and most of the things I wrote using the translator. Anyway, I hope you like it.:3|

[ftm-megamind]

Tell us the trivia pleasee 🥺🥹

where do i start. ok well, assuming you're a fellow newsies fan, you probably already know how christian bale didn't know newsies would turn out to be a musical and he wasn't thrilled about it but eventually just said fuck it. and he learned that cool ass lasso whip which wasn't even used in the final version at all

uhh moving on. when winona ryder was casted as jo for the 1994 version of little women, she hand-picked christian bale to play laurie! and also somewhere during that time chris first met his wife sibi blazic. winona introduced them to one another because sibi was her assistant

and speaking of bale meeting his wife. before that he never imagined himself being married (everyone in his family was divorced and so he didn't really have any healthy examples of a marriage) but when he met sibi it's like. it all made sense and he wanted to marry her after all (which is cute as all hells)

and let's talk about sibi some more. she's a stunt driver! she was driving one of the cop cars in one of the batman movies (obviously dark knight trilogy) and bale was extremely impressed by that

and in general christian really loves sibi and it's so cute. whenever he talks about her during galas or interviews or when he's receiving prizes he almost tears up and calls her all those sweet things. and it's just. <3

when chris was picked to play patrick bateman in american psycho at one point he was replaced by leo dicaprio, but he stole the role back again. and like he was very very dedicated to playing bateman (e.g. he learned to sweat on command). and regarding pat bateman, bale disclosed that he likes nothing about the character and he thinks the "sigma" movement is lame

he also has a bunch of stray animals adopted. 2 dogs and 3 cats if i'm not mistaken

batman trilogy spotlight. he's the first non-american person to have played batman, the youngest person to have played batman, and the third person that played batman who has won an oscar!!!

and also bale's debut was actually a commercial of pac man cereal. he was 8

and i think i'll stop here because i could keep going on and on but. yeah.

[allthecryingdragons]

Little Hearts Rant (SPOILERS)

First off…. how come the relationship I care the least about is the MC's. Like genuinely did not give a shit abt Sibi and Sosha. You gotta give us sth to root for bro, we got one romance song (which was mid) and what a scene where Sosha almost assaults the guy, like um what am I supposed to see in these two?

The movie had good elements but idk i feel like they kinds missed it when it came to putting alll together (ESPECIALLY THE MC RELATIONSHIP 🗣🗣🗣).

The gay relationship ate tho. Its not perfect BUT ITS GOOD. Some scenes got me fs, the scene where the bf was talking to Sibi lowkey made me cry (it wasnt even that sad of a scene but just the fact it exists was justttt), the whole palli scene with sibbi and the mom. Sidenot: I know the sharon dad scene was like supposed to be emotional and stuff and like it was but all i could think was the scene from Kaathal…like almost a direct copy (i get it for the scene but like idk)

ALSO THE MOVIE'S ENDING????? SUCH A COPOUT ENDING

[allegra-j-joann]

Hi 😄 would you consider to do a post about your daily life in Japan ? Thank you

Thanks for the ask friend! My daily life is pretty relaxed, I actually don't start work until 11:30am, Sibi usually get to sleep until 9:30 or 10 if I have no plans.

I get to the school and log into the computer system and check my class schedule for the day. I teach elementary and Junior Highschool students mostly, so the preparations for my classes is pretty fun. The language we teach is really easy (for me, not them lol) so I just spent the practice times playing the games and activities we use.

One of my favourite lessons to prepare are the interactive lessons because we use a bunch of edutainment ROMs to teach reading and listening and they're a big hit of nostalgia for me.

I usually have my lunch time pretty late, around 2:30 because our first classes won't be until our students get out of school at 3:30.

Classes will go until 8:30 at night and then it's just a quick clean up and log out process, it never takes me more than ten minutes for me.

Occasionally, like this week, that routine gets changed up, we call them "working days" and it just means that we don't have our usual classes, we usually do these working days right before the big national exams like EIKEN or TOEIC so that our students can book special one-on-one lessons to focus on specific exercises. The stress for working days is pretty front loaded, since we have to plan a few dozen custom lessons, usually for students we don't normally teach, and we only have a few days to do it, then once we get into the lessons themselves it's pretty straight forward. To give you an idea of the content, 9 of my 12 lessons in the last two days have been focused on elementary level listening practice, which mostly involves sitting quietly while the student listens to a CD and then helping them repeat the important parts of a sentence so they can answer the question, two of them have been teaching high schoolers how to write emails, and the last one was just an hour of info dumping about my home country because the student is about to go on an exchange there.

Of course, all of this massive essay I've just typed doesn't account for student attitudes, being that most of them are just about to hit their early teen years, they can come to class pretty mad and completely derail any planned activities, or they could be super hyper and it takes extra time to move them on from one practice to the next because they just will not stop, but it's really rewarding to do all the dry set up work and see these kids come absolutely bolting towards the school because they are excited for class, or to stand them in the lobby in front of their parents, and watch them be impressed at their kid being able to do the full six sentence exchange with me at the end of a lesson.

I hope this is a good answer for you friend! Thanks again for the ask! I'm always happy to talk about school ahaha

[purple-possibilities]

I saw a spoiler earlier (just a glimpse) where a beloved character who was killed turned out to actually be alive. That got me in gear to catch up with the manga (I was like 15 issues behind) only to find out that said character is not, in fact, alive.

I don’t know whether to be happy I wasn’t actually spoiled or sad that said character remains dead (sad, 100% sad, no question)

[borathae]

sibi…. i saw a tweet today talking about going on a date with a sex therapist and it just made me think of hobi?! dr. love aside 😉, don’t you think that would fit him? the communication and compliments and eye contact and genuine intimacy…. i’m in love with the concept 🥰

Oooh okay I see the vision omfmgmg 🥹🥹👀 I watched a cool educational video yesterday about sexwork and one of them was an escort who only specialises in massages and cuddles AND LIKE HELLO??? SEX THERAPIST HOBI BEING BOOKED FOR A SENSUAL MASSAGE AND CUDDLES AND THEN THEY END UP FALLING IN LOVE?!!?!? HELLOOO

[purple-possibilities]

Hypocrites

When I notice my dad has a whole bunch of cuts on his arms:

Me: dad, oh my god, what happened to your arm?

Dad: it’s nothing.

Also dad: *has 10-15 long cuts trailing from his hand to his elbow*

Me: that is not nothing!

Dad: leave it! It’s fine, I can’t even feel it!

Me: you need to be more careful, let me get the polysporin—

Dad: it’s fine! It happens all the time!

Me: *applying polysporin to his million cuts* and that makes things better, how…?

The next day, when my dad notices I have a long bandage on the back of my leg:

Dad: what happened to your leg?!?!?

Me: it’s nothing.

Dad: what nothing. Why is there a bandage if it’s nothing?

Me: it’s just a long, thin cut. it stings when I sit, so I put a bandage on it

Dad: if it bothers you that much it isn’t nothing!

Me: it’s so thin it’ll be gone in a couple days, don’t worry about it

Dad: You need to be more careful! Take better care of yourself!

Me: how come it’s a big deal when I get a cut, but you come home looking like you got into a fight with a mountain lion and it’s nothing?

Dad: *comes back with the polysporin and a new bandage* beacuse! Now get over here and let me fix it

[borathae]

Nooo sibi jungkook's hands his hands they make me feel stuff

You guys want my death today LIKE WE DON'T TALK ABOUT JUNGKOOK'S HANDS ENOUGH BESTIES. We fucking don't. It's always "yoongi's hands this and this, tae's hands that and that" when we're talking about hand kinks BUT JUNGKOOK'S HANDS LISTEN HIS HANDS AREN'T TO BE FORGOTTEN BECAUSE NGNNGFNF

his hands literally scream masculine but gentle 😩