#sue running the UN

[nightguide]

monogamy analogy of the universe according to River Sea

convo about the 4 wives is actually fairly great to talk about the even lengths of a mans duty to handle orphaned women (that is on the contrary to his likeability if the desired flavors known to him is more so than why he managed to acquire a similar taste to one occurring flavor to his dreams in a monotonous fashion), so to all you Glee kids, this is how a man can gain up to 4 wives in natural reality

1 wife = he likes to leave it to Allah, that is so much more than saying the taste of the centre of her heart is like so to him by first glance (meant to be last in this life and all the way through)

2 wives = he had an affair, so the guilt is shared between his piety (he did not know) to how he ended up with her on the first time (so it was a pairing between one disabled man and one mind (woman) who was about her own life as an aristocrat to his pauper

3 wives = he is physically disabled but you (relative or friend) may never know about his dreams except the women knowing him like a star

4 wives = he does not commit adultery but was actually a foreign man (life threatening situation that almost had him killed to him being a megastar on the other side that got his fame via rags to riches but has no ordinary effect on his life since it was the youngest of the 4 wives that had it the hardest, so it is the youngest wife that lived his equal (last wife) so there is no proximity to his bearings of a nature to him like he was always one with her, so the relationship is actually polygamous

to Schue's case. the preggo woman in the beginning had a point (helping Harper out) and he did rile her up over a X Y Z situation that got the Glee cast (poor little stars) nowhere, so he did not skip the 4 wives jump rope but gave Sue a reason to fire Figgins effective immediately upon knowing his status did not help Harper read between the lines at the time (Madonna - Vogue (Sue's version) is out now

body cannot tell the time. so here is the explanation of the veil (shyness is intellectual sincerity).

eyes = women virtue life with an optimistic gaze (father's dream)

physical body = women are who they love so they believe and they are (nothing changes a daughter from a father in a married life parting ways from her past once living as her father but not even there, so she is her mother once more but long gone and forgotten her dreams make sense to harmonious living (mother became what she does)

motion = the wife in question is going to be modestly in touch with her home once more gaining her new life as a woman of the ages (so she is why loneliness never forgot her but loved her as a friend like a friend she is, so Chuck in actual reality is about her time forgotten (new life back in the day)

Ned forgot how to function the daytime as nighttime (eclipse) so he is realigning himself in order like of his maturity (slurred expression)

just don't actually like people but admire, Lee Pace is sincere and resilient, much like i'm honing all this fan-fiction drama like i never wrote any fan-fiction sincerely growing up but i do pride on sincerity through easily explained reasons of existence since my former life before me matters too much too deeply (as a student in fashion design) that i care too much about the philosophy than talking about random men on the internet for a suggestive reason to believe in a bias (like if you know fashion, the cutting on the bias is how the fabric frays, you use optimism to conceal the fray than letting what's hidden be hidden for all time and you knew it, so explaining the fray is what is becoming of you method-logically than making sense of the garment in actual reality)

like that was how i looked at Keanu Reeves, like everybody loves him by the looks but nobody cared enough to respond to his stage presence than saying charity is universal than being credited once more as a humanitarian than gaining a repertoire of being that and failing 1m+ hungry kids for you being you and that's the public being blind to your status than seeing you between the lines. there is no such thing as charity if not noted clearly for the record, every celebrity had been set up that way right now

[genderisareligion]

Rest in peace to these women and strength to those surviving. Between Sudan, Palestine, and finding out how deep the Diddy shit runs (all of this is happening to him now and not 30 years ago when reports against him began because he attempted to sue a powerful global conglomerate last year, they just let him do that and kept it as blackmail and he's just one of probably hundreds) I'm so angry to live in a world so run by men's dick measuring contests (who can waste the most trillions on weapons and who can get away with the worst atrocities).

Women deserve better.

[munsonluhvr]

: playing with his hair - (eddie munson)

contents: essentially sfw! how you'd play your baby boy's hair / you obsessing over eddie's hair. word count - 262.

notes: it was really hard for me to decide if I wanted this to be sfw or nsfw bc half of me wants to run my hands through Eddie's hair gently and softly and the other half of me wants to pull it while I peg him from behind - idk ya'll sue me.

you'd kill to have hair like eddie's. your fingers travel down his soft curls, the silky softness running against your fingers. you sit on his bed, your back against the headboard. eddie is on his back, his body nestled between your legs, his head resting on your abdomen. he hold his guitar across his body, his fingers picking at the strings as he relaxes against your body.

your fingers work through his shoulder length hair, stroking softly as you spend time with your baby, showcasing your love language - physical touch. if you could, you'd stay like this forever, ignoring the outside world and all that inhabits it. if only.

you don't realize you've paused stroking eddie's hairs until he shifts against you. "don't stop," eddie says, bringing you back into consciousness. you pick up where you left off, stroking his locks again. a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you play in his hair.

eddie's room is almost silent, the only sound that fills the room is the sound of eddie's guitar as he messes around on it un-seriously. even though he's joking around, eddie makes the mess of musical notes sound beautiful.

from the front of his forehead, you drag your hand through his hair, pulling it back gently. you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his temple. "you're so good at the guitar, I don't know how you move your fingers so fast like that," you say softly and innocently.

eddie leans back, a mischievous look dashing across his face. "want to see what else my fingers can do?"

[aphrvdisiac]

r giving ellie and abby a real run for their money when it comes to stubbornness. which is nothing new but this time around it comes from a deeper place. they can tell where the bitchy remarks and un called for eye rolls are really coming from on this particular day and it’s not from a place of wanting to be punished. it’s coming from the long week youve had. your tired and want attention and you think your catching a light fever and to top it off your stupid girlfriends have been gone almost all day so sue you for being a little annoyed! but they understand that being in a house that big alone all day can drive a person a little crazy. so they look past the quips and the deeps sighs when they ask you to do something. their sweet girl is in there just skimming the surface of her bratty front. so instead of the usual punishment, ellies tall frame kneels down to where your pouting on the couch and takes your face in her hands. “cut the attitude. we understand your frustration baby but our patience will only stretch so thin so watch your mouth. what’s going on, hm? not being fair to me and abs right now, making us sad. you don’t want us to feel sad do you?” “no..js left me alone all day. i feel like shit and no one cares about me” you mumble and that’s when abby steps in “hey. where’s our sweet girl, huh? don’t be rude. js need somone to put you in your place, is that it? missing us and need a reminder that we’ve got you baby? gonna have to use your words you know the rules, el?” “can’t make it better if you don’t tell us what you need” of course they know what you need. they always do. but they need you to talk to them and you know that. so you quietly admit to your girlfriends what you want. “missed you both. n my head aches. js wanted to you be home..” and there is was. that’s all it takes. “there it is sweet girl was that so hard? come here our poor baby.” ellie pity’s you with her arms open for you to melt into, which you immediately do. abby takes to brushing you hair out of your warm face to feel your forehead, her and ellie exchange a knowing look before abby lays a long kiss you your forehead. allowing you to be in the comforting arms of your girlfriends like you desired so incredibly all day. anyways just a thought.

reading this while im fighting w my own girlfriend and now im just sobbing. i need this so badly rn i need ellie and abby to take care of me right now PLEASEEE this made me emotional i cannot. I NEED TO BE IN THE ARMS OF ELLABS

[dot-https]

Saiki K and Death note crossover where, for reasons beyond understanding, the café Saiki frequents becomes a break in space.

Saiki has, of course, zero interest in this. Of course he knows, but, really, who cares? Sure, these people are a little bit strange, and the art style shift is jarring, but really, there's nothing to it.

There's nothing to the strange man in the back who orders an entire stock of cake every day (really, he's lucky their worlds logic is based on convenience. if not, they would have ran cakes eons ago,) and thinks to fast for Saiki to read. It's nothing. It is so incredibly, absolutely nothing.

It's a little less nothing, however, when he runs into another space time anomaly thinking incrimentally less fast, and of casual things, like notebooks and murder.

So, naturally, Saiki goes invisible, steals a few strands of the mans hair, and puts it on a pencap.

The logic is simple: this is a comedy. That being the case, murder can happen only if it's comedic, and reversible. Nothing about this inspires humor, so it's only natural Saiki has to save the integrity of his genre. He takes the pencap, wanders around until he finds a crime scene (far too easily, might I add) and drops it off. Then, he un-invisibles, wanders back to that crime scene, and as such a good, upstanding citizen, simply has to turn it into the police as potential evidence (under the promise of anonymity, of course, so he isn't targeted, of course) (he'd disguise himself, but he's already exhausted his transformative powers for the day. so sue him.)

It's all well and good until about a day later, when the guy from the café shows up at his house.

The issue is simple: apparently, none of these crime scenes have physical evidence. Not a single one. In fact, the crime scene Saiki had dropped the pencap at had been so thoroughly searched a layer of the dirt and concrete around the area had been carefully shaved away for testing. Essentially, L knows that Saiki knows, and L doesn't believe the whole 'average, gee-wilikers' thing for a second. He just doesn't know how.

Naturally, he sees through all of Saiki's attempts at getting him to leave, and correctly pegs him as someone who likes to be left alone because he's hiding something, and now Saiki is double fucked. He's interrogated for a while, gives nothing up, but makes a grave, fatal mistake:

Nearly falls over himself when he sees the rare, one of a kind coffee jelly L is eating when he arrives for another interrogation.

Now, he's being followed around by an insomniac detective who believes they simply must solve this case together, and also maybe eat some rare sweets Saiki will never be rich enough (not fairly, at least) to get himself, and did I forget to mention god's favorite angel having convinced herself that theres competition to be found in an otherworldly (ha.) model, and is also deadset on going with him, wherever it is?

Good grief.

[snailsdraw]

[Start ID: 6 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles about the Science Team's first meeting with the Spore Launcher.

Bubby waves Gordon over to a small lift enthusiastically: "Gordon, come look at what I found! Right this way." Gordon, however, is wary: "I dunno, man. Should I even be trusting you to lead me places? You remember what happened the, uh, buh- the last time, so sue me for having a hard time believing it's safe up there." Bubby gives him a tired look: "Gordon, I've long put that behind me-" "YOU???" Gordon cuts in incredulously, "YOU'VE put-" Bubby ignores him and continues: "And- Yes! I would like if we could get going now."

But they do not get going, because Gordon is now mad. The lift makes its way up without them. "Look, buddy," Gordon starts, trying to keep him volume under control, "I don't know if you think this is some sorts bit? Or me being uncooperative- I am GENUINELY traumatised by what you did. And Benrey. Can't forget him. The fuckin' TWO of you can-" But Bubby isn't having it, and dismissively he says: "Yes, and I apologised. I didn't expect that to happen, you know. I did tell you that." The lift comes back down with a surprised Darnold. "Oh! You guys made it," Darnold says as the lift comes to a halt. Bubby's face brightens as he sees him, and he points out the thing held in Darnold's arms: "Oh good, it's that thing I wanted to show you!" All eyes follow Bubby's finger down the purring lungfish-like alien in Darnold's hands. Gordon is horrified: "What the- what the hell is THAT?? Should we REALLY be touching the weird alien creature- killing machines- in this place- Come on, you guys…"

"Well, y'see, Dr Freeman," Darnold begins matter-of-factly, "those creatures were- y'see, they weren't in tubes. Un-tubed creatures, now they're the ones you gotta look out for. But this one is fine. I should know. I made the potion in the tube I found her in!" Gordons squints at him: "What the hell is he saying?" Bubby's mouth hangs slightly agape. He does not answer. Darnold continues, undeterred: "I recognised it immediately from how I, uh, blacked out for 2 minutes after tasting it." "You WHAT?!!" Gordon yells. Bubby regains his voice. Something Darnold had said about making potions for tubes had left him uneasy. "Darnold, did you aid in my creation?" he asks in a small voice, too quiet to hear over Gordon's volume. "WHY WOULD YOU- You're supposed to-" Gordon stumbles over his words, perplexed by Darnold's actions, "Weren't you, like, terrified of dying just a minute ago- WHY would you drink something you didn't even RECOGNISE??!" "Look-" Darnold tries to interject, but Gordon presses on. "YOU COULD'A DIED, MAN!!" Sensing that Gordon is finally done, Darnold sighs: "Look, I understand your concerns, Dr Freeman, but what IS a scientist if not someone who observes and makes sense of his surroundings?"

Gordon pinches his nosebridge and screws his eyes tight shut: "I dunno…Alive? Usually?" "I do this for a living, you know?" Darnold counters. Bubby folds his arms, unimpressed: "That's no attitude for a scientist, Gordon. How do you think we got so famous as a research facility?" Gordon groans: "From all the shit that's going on now, for sure. The media's gonna run with this for weeks-" He cuts himself off with an exhausted sigh: "I'm done with this conversation." Gordon pulls his hand from his face and gestures to the alien creature in Darnold's arms: "What's, uh, what's that thing you found there, bud? You know it's not dangerous. What else d'you got? Know?" Darnold's eyes wander upwards in thought, stroking the creature absentmindedly: "Well…she didn't try to take my head off when she saw me, that's one. There were two others in the intact tubes nearby. Hers was broken."

As the creature begins to purr under his hand, Darnold smiles slightly: "Oh! And that she seems to enjoy being pet…which was quite surprising." "I couldn't find any written information on their species," he continues, "so I've elected to call them the, uh…Gubbs…after the sound they make." "The Gubbs," Gordon repeats, unsure, "Right, okay-" Bubby raises an accusing eyebrow at Darnold: "That's not what we agreed on." He raises an intelligent finger, recounting: "I remember clearly stating that they looked like mini Hubble Telescopes, and that we named them "Hubbs"." Darnold frowns at him: "I- no, you- I recall no exchange of that nature, Dr Bubby." Overlapping him, but quieter, Gordon mutters: "The Hubb- I mean, I guess? Kinda? But-" Bubby jumps back in to correct Darnold: "Of course, you do! It's much like the James Webb Telescope you kids are more familiar with these days." Gordon freezes.

"Gh- The-" Gordon stutters, and it takes him a moment to find his words, "J-James Webb." Bubby begins to say "Yes", but shuts his mouth right before the word leaves. "James Webb," Gordon continues, shaken, "I'm not trippin', right? He said that. James-" "…yeah, I, uh…" Darnold says, equally at a loss, "…I don't know what that is." Gordon points at Bubby: "How do you know what that is, it's not even-" his voice drops into a harsh whisper, "It doesn't even exist yet??" Gordon sucks in a breath. "Bubby," he tries again, carefully "How do you know what that is?" The old man is silent for a long beat. "Hello, Gordon," Bubby says. The defult NPC dialogue line catches Gordon off guard so hard he wheezes in surprised laughter. "You can't just-" Gordon wheezes for breath. "That's Dr Coomer's line-" As if on cue, the stout elderly scientist appears by Bubby's side. "HELLO, GORDON!" Dr Coomer greets chipperly. Gordon heaves a heavy sigh: "Hello, Dr Coomer…" "Hello, Dr Coomer!" Bubby beams.

End ID.]

Previous parts found here: [Part 1.] [Part 2.]

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Re: Harold's security case.

One of the often repeated submissions in the Home Office court papers is that Harold refuses to accept the answer they give him despite explanations/ evidence/ precedent etc because it is not the answer that Harold wants. 

For similar reasons, it is rumoured and occasionally revealed that he doesn't always get security because whatever package RAVEC put together for his visits doesn't meet his DEFCON1 preferred requirements and turns them down while whining to the courts that RAVEC is either leaving him vulnerable by not providing any security at all nevermind that he turned that which was offered or in the case of SJP / recent visit for Invictus service, doesn't completely exclude the public so that God forbid he comes into contact with them nevermind that SJP has DEFCON1 security. 

This is going to run and run until a judge finally says no or Harold runs out of money or he is labelled a vexatious litigant or all 3 options. 

Secondly, your point about Harold suing Charles is based on a misunderstanding. The Monarch is above the law. The only person in the UK and it's realms that can't be sued or arrested. It's part of the privilege of the royal perogative which essentially means that the Monarch's will is un-justicable and un-reviewable that means they can't be sued, arrested, or held to account in any way. 

The only time the Monarch was held to account, arrested and brought to justice was Charles 1, and parliament had to write special laws for that situation. His immediate replacement, Oliver Cromwell, got rid of those laws and the parliamentarian, John Pym, who'd written them.

And when we brought in William of Orange in the glorious revolution, it was reaffirmed in the contract that they made him sign to usher in the constitutional monarchy. 

All to say that even if Harold wins his case and has cast iron reasons and evidence to sue Charles for being stripped of his security or any other reason, he can't sue Charles personally because no court or judge in the land would hear his case. Not the high court nor Supreme court not the EU. I doubt even ICC would hear the case. 

The only way to do it is to do what John Pym did......write new laws in parliament that turn KC3 into an ordinary citizen that can be sued, and hope you don't get the same result that we got with KC1, a 10yr civil war that ended with the death of the King. 

[libero-de-mente]

Un sabato sera dai minuti contati questo.

Raggiunta casa di mia madre, entro in silenzio e come immaginavo lei è già a letto. Le chiudo la porta della camera per non disturbarla, mentre sistemo la spesa che le ho fatto, controllo nel frigorifero le confezioni di alimenti scadute. Le rimuovo buttando il contenuto negli organici.

Lei puntigliosa su queste cose, ora non le riesce più di controllarle.

Un rapido riassetto alla casa, ma non le metto a posto tutto. So quanto ci tenga a dimostrare di saperci ancora fare con le pulizie, diciamo che pulisco dove c'è da spostare o alzare qualcosa di pesante.

Mi giunge la telefonata di figlio 2 "Papà ci sono le pizze da infornare, sai che dopo devo uscire".

Mi avvio a casa, dopo aver avuto cura di sistemare le medicine dentro il porta pillole settimanale, in modo che mia madre non sbagli.

La frase di mio figlio "...sai che dopo devo uscire" era incompleta.

La verità è che lo dovrò accompagnare io. In auto raccogliendo tre suoi amici.

Le pizze sono uscite molto buone questa sera, forse la pioggia che insiste me le farebbe gustare meglio se Gabriele non uscisse. Se ancora per un sabato sera fosse il mio scricciolo a casa. Ma non sarebbe giusto per lui.

Appuntamento sotto lo stadio cittadino, poi seconda stella a destra, questo è il cammino, e poi dritto fino al mattino, poi la strada la trovi da te, porta a una pensilina dove c'è un altro amico per voi tre. Anzi quattro, maledetta rima.

Li ascolto parlare, mi fanno sorridere e anche ridere. Non hanno nulla che non vada bene. Sono ventenni con la voglia di vivere e divertirsi. Lo ero anche io. Forse non sentendomi mai amico al pari degli altri.

Tipo strano "il Rino", sempre assorto e spesso assente.

Li lascio alla pensilina concordata dove il quinto amico li aspetta, e si fanno i nomi di altri che arriveranno più tardi. Forse.

Li saluto, Gabriele inaspettatamente mi saluta baciandomi. "Non ti preoccupare pa' sarò bravo e starò attento, come vuoi tu".

Non ho nulla da obiettare, riparto. Alla prima rotatoria inverto il senso di marcia, un'ultima occhiata a qui sorrisi, a quella complicità di amici che legano le proprie vite in un patto di sangue, di quelli indissolubili che se ben curate, come relazioni, potrebbero durare davvero a lungo.

Nel mio ritorno solitario penso alle mie amicizie perse, al fatto che mi sento solo ed estraneo anche in mezzo ad altre persone.

Ho sempre pensato che la mia vita non avesse un senso, ma un senso l'ho trovato. Sono i sorrisi dei miei figli, la gioia dei loro successi, gli occhi innamorati di chi sceglieranno come persone con cui condividere la vita.

Questo non me lo voglio perdere. Mi madre e mio padre queste cose non le hanno mai viste. Mai. Io le voglio assaporare.

E mentre alla radio passa il brano "I love my life" di Robbie Williams, le sue parole:

I love my life

I am wonderful

I am magical

I am me

I love my life

Mi squarciano il cuore, e la pioggia è come se battesse direttamente sui miei occhi, e non sul parabrezza.

Sono solo, ovvero mi sento solo, ma dovrò aspettare. Aspetterò i successi e le gioie dei miei figli, prima di mollare.

Piove, vedo centinaia di ragazzi che si avviano alla discoteca.

Poco dopo incontro le ragazze sfruttate per dare del sesso a pagamento sui bordi delle strade.

Vorrei fermarmi, dare loro una coperta che le ripari, qualcosa di caldo da bere e la possibilità di dire loro: vai, sei libera. Puoi fare altro nella tua vita, perché hai forza di volontà da vendere.

Solo durante questi pensieri mi accorgo che in radio passa Sweet Disposition un pezzo che trovo meraviglioso dei The Temper Trap

A moment, a love

A dream, aloud

A kiss, a cry

Our rights, our wrongs

A moment, a love

A dream, aloud

A moment, a love

A dream, aloud

Stay there

'Cause I'll be coming over

And while our blood's still young

It's so young, it runs

Won't stop 'til it's over

Won't stop to surrender

Avere la forza, di superare, di aspettare chi è un passo indietro.

Mi sento maledettamente solo, anche se non lo sono. Sto male.

Ma in questo sabato sera i miei figli, chi in un modo e chi nell'altro, si divertiranno. Questo conta. Ne basta uno anomalo in famiglia. E quello sono io.

[beardedmrbean]

A White history teacher accused a California teachers union of discriminating against him on the basis of his skin color and called the move "disgusting."

Isaac Newman, a teacher in the Elk Grove School District, on Friday filed a federal lawsuit against his local National Education Association affiliate for allegedly violating his Title VII civil rights. The suit alleged that the Elk Grove Education Association formed a seat on its executive board that was only available to candidates of color, meaning Newman wasn't eligible.

"It's disgusting, and that's why I'm suing," he told Fox News Digital in an interview.

"My union barred me from a leadership position simply because of the color of my skin," he said, discussing the suit. "I'm prohibited from running for a leadership position simply because of my race. This kind of racial litmus test is illegal, and it's un-American, and that's why I'm taking them to court." 

In 2023, Elk Grove Education Association officials voted to create a "BIPOC At-Large" seat on its executive board, a position limited only to people who "self-identify" as "African American (Black), Native American, Alaska Native, Native Hawai’ian, Pacific Islander, Latino (including Puerto Rican), Asian, Arab, and Middle Eastern," according to the suit. 

"Plaintiff Isaac Newman is a white [EGEA] member who wants to run for union office to address the District’s recent adoption of what he believes to be aggressive and unnecessary Diversity, Equity & Inclusion (DEI) policies," reads the lawsuit, filed by The Fairness Center, a legal group focused on representing "those hurt by public-sector union officials."

The suit asked the court to "declare the BIPOC Position unlawful" and prevent the union "from creating any similar positions in the future where candidate eligibility is, in whole or in part, based on race." 

Newman said the alleged discrimination was "frightening," as was the prevalence of critical race theory in society's culture. 

"I'm actually really frightened for my children," he said, "when we look to a future where people are being taught [critical race theory]."

Newman believes that DEI ideology pushes hostile messages that focus on a person's skin color as opposed to their expertise and knowledge.

"The message there is that as a White teacher in a district that is very diverse, my students can't learn from me," he said. "It's abhorrent, and it's flatly wrong."

Newman told Fox News Digital that after disagreeing with the union pushing "aggressive" DEI agendas in the district, he decided to run for an executive seat to challenge the status quo. 

"I'm looking to see my district and union back away from this fantastically toxic ideology, back away from DEI and embrace merit and individuality," he said. "I'm hoping to see that other teachers, other people in similar organizations, will stand up." 

Newman said he was not alone in his opposition to DEI in school districts. 

"Most people who think like me are unwilling to speak up," he said. "There are a lot of teachers [who are silent], and it's not really a conservative or liberal thing."

"There are a lot of teachers who recognize that meritocracy, colorblindness are at the core of good teaching," Newman added. "What's shocking is in these DEI trainings, they actually call out colorblindness and meritocracy as racist myths. And of course, if you're dedicated to that, well, then you're going to have division, and you're going to have mediocrity." 

Fox News Digital reached out to the Elk Grove union for comment. 

"Teachers’ unions don’t get a pass from laws that prohibit racial discrimination," said Fairness Center President and general counsel Nathan McGrath. "The Civil Rights Act explicitly forbids unions from discriminating based on race, color, religion, sex or national origin and from segregating members based on these attributes." 

[emptymanuscript]

One of the essays sitting and percolating in my brain is about how much (and more importantly WHY) I loathe the idea of Hard vs. Soft magic systems and how terribly these concepts are for thinking about magicbuilding.

While also in no way objecting to Sanderson's 3 Laws of Magic which I actually love because they are so clever and usable. I'm all for them.

It's a dialectic. Sue me. I just don't think that the 3 laws actually necessitate the hardness scale of magic. At all. And in some ways the two ideas actively work against each other.

I just know it is a HUGE essay, involving a lot of work and data gathering. And I feel like I can't be bothered to expend that much effort within even the medium term. So... it just kind of sits there and occasionally I'll run into something that reminds me: oh, yeah, I kinda wanna do that. Like, this is pretty good but it would be ten times as brilliant if you weren't hampered by the idea of a hardness scale of magic.

I ran into somebody today trying to talk about a pyramid of magic users that was partly dependent on this idea of a chart of Magic Hardness on the Y axis and Diversity of Magical Expression on the X axis. For four fundamental quadrants of Hard Diverse, Hard Same, Soft Diverse, and Soft Same. The last of which he couldn't think of any examples of and I'm just sitting here thinking: yeah, because one of your axes is wrong and its getting in the way of you saying something brilliant.

Think instead of several diversities: Sources of Magic, Types of Magic, Expressions of Magic, and User Variability as a 4D model. Each converging at 0, no magic. Each going to ∞, meaning each kind is entirely individual to the caster and is measured by the number of casters instead of the number of magics. And useful numbers for fiction falling somewhere in the relatively low range of numbers.

So, for the favorite Hard Magic (grumble) example, AtlA, you would have 1 source of magic: Chi. 5 types of magic: Water, Earth, Fire, Air, and Spirit. Then 2 basic expressions of magic: Elemental Control and Spiritual Control. And finally a relatively low (numbers aren't very useful but expectations are) amount of user variability in that expression. This can be shown to the audience with any level of clarity, without altering the system itself.

For the favorite Soft Magic (still grumbling) example, LotR, you would have an unknown number of sources of magic because it is never really delved into. However, it is possible to count what actually appears, and that is a low number, with some possible overlap: There's magic in the race you belong to, there's magic in the divine plan, there's magic in words and speech, there's magic in things sublimely crafted, there's magic in your intent, there's magic in birthright (not your race but your family lineage), there's magic in herb-lore and nature, there's magic in corruption, and there's magic in knowing/wisdom. It is possible to divide all those into separate categories or to unify all those into the singular Divine Will with many offshoots. The types of magic, again, are not enumerated and delved into but can be counted. There seems to be mostly the use of (un)natural phenomenon, communication/command/seduction, knowing/wisdom/fortune telling/working with fate, crafting things to do magic for you, necromancy/corruption, and oaths. Again there is overlap or not depending on opinion since the story doesn't delve into it. And user variability is fairly high in that it isn't particularly useful to know what one magic user can do in order to predict what another magic user can do. And this is really what makes it a "soft system" that whatever rules underlie the system are not only not communicated to the reader directly but aren't communicated in such a way that the underlying system is deducible. It is entirely possible to make a "Hard Magic System" (just ugh) that would produce exactly what we see in LotR. What makes it soft is the information we get, not the system itself.

And that really is my basic issue with Hard/Soft Magic as an idea. It conflates multiple different bits of information into a single bit that isn't dictated by any one of the original bits.

The Idea of Hard vs. Soft Magic relies on the idea that the perception of the Magic System is the same in the Imagination of the Author, their Expectations of the Audience and that Audience's Reception, their intentions, the Encoded piece of Art - the text itself, the Consensus Audience's Interpretations, the Individual Audience's Interpretations, AND the cultural interpretation of story as applied to this whole mess.

While literally none of that has to be true.

It is (accidentally?) doing the precision opposite of what the Artist Philosophy does at its worst. It is elevating the audience experience of Story over every other factor. It is essentially saying that every other position on the map must accept "my" interpretation and play to it. It's flipping the script - ex: men are good so women are bad but now we've had our glorious revolution so now women are good so men are bad - instead of actually addressing the problem inherent in the script - one gender is portrayed as superior to another.

BUT that's like two examples out of... hundreds? Thousands? Per year! >_<

Two texts aren't a sufficient corpus of material to talk about these sorts of things. Neither is one figure to illustrate the issue out of one textbook. And I just DON'T want to deal with that level of work. Especially since no one will really particularly care. And the minority that would be interested are generally pretty happy with the Hard / Soft divide because they're the readers whose views are being reflected. So...

:/

No point.

And this is why I shouldn't write essays anyway. I just wrote an essay about NOT writing an essay >_< I have issues >_< it's just... so much thought on how to do things on the back end (writing and worldbuilding advice) which is growing excellently right now would be so much better without that Hard-Soft conceit which is just... *sigh* an entire essay on why it is an issue. With half probably devoted to soothing egos and rough reactions of 'but it works for me.' Which is the point. The entire point.

And ugh.

And I'm probably only putting work into this in this way here so I won't feel the need to lash out at my sister quite so intensely. Again >_< I have issues.

And thanks for reading / sorry for writing. You know. Me and essays :/

[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x fem - reader part 8)

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Cussing

I was walking through the hallways in the morning when I saw Karofsky. He was terrorizing all the Glee kids with the slushy he had in his hand. He tried to scare me but I was up too late to care. I was watching him seeing who he was gonna throw the slushy at. When I saw him throw in Finns face. It took me back in time. It was like PTSD of something I didn’t know.

The same thing happened to my boyfriend when people found out I was pregnant. The bullying for my ex-boyfriend got extensively worse. But he wouldn’t let it bother him. So soon enough they realized that the only way for him to suffer was to make me suffer. So the football team stuck me inside a porter potty and had put a hose inside that lead to a bucket off slushy. I was trapped in there until. The game that night at that point the buckets had run out it stopped at my neck. Sue was getting complaints from people saying one of the bathrooms wasn’t working and that the school needed to get it fixed. She didn’t care until a Cheerio told her she came over and un-jammed the door as I fell out. I had been in there so long that I began to got the beginnings stage of hypothermia in most of my body. I got taken to the hospital. That incident changed me as a person I was no longer the happy and innocent. Not that you can be that innocent when you’re pregnant. But I didn’t stick up from myself I was a lot like Kurt. I just went along with the bullying until that day. I turned into this person that I am. I didn’t want that to happen to Quinn. She could be scared like me she doesn't deserve it. She doesn't need to know how bad the world is yet.

back to what was happening I was going to go over and help Finn and Quinn out but it seemed they had it covered.

“what the hell Karofsky?” Finn said

a shoveling math between Finn and Karofsky took place

“Oh I have wanted to do that ever since 5th grade when you made fun of me for getting pubes. Now that you have joined Lullaby Lee’s and insperminateed the queen of the Chasity ball and dropped below us hockey dudes on the food chain it’s open season” Karofsky said

“Screw you, Karofsky. You and your Neanderthal pick-heads are nothing.”Quinn said

“Your gonna pay for this dude!” Finn told Karofsky well grabbing his shirt

“No im not you two don’t have juice anymore welcome to the new world order.” Karofsky said

as he walked away. I went over to Figgins office.

“Hello Y/N how can I help you.” Figgins asked

“Hello sir. How’s your day going?” I asked

“great how about yours?” He asked

“It could be better. How’s the wife?” I asked

“She doing okay but she constantly nagging me.” He said

“You don’t have to explain that to me sir.” I said

“so what do you need Y/N” he asked

“Um can you pull Karofsky out of class for the rest of the day after 4th hour.” I asked

“May I ask for what?” He asked

“He’s one of the kids that I have decided to mentor for college credit hours.” I said

“Well that’s amazing I’ll sign him out and tell him to meet you outside the classroom.” He said

“Great.” I said

I made it the first couple hours of the day. Until 4th period I was waiting outside of Karofsky’s class. Luckily fourth period was my lunch and I never come back anyway so my teachers won’t worry maybe Mr.Schue but this is more important.

“Karofsky. Let’s get this mentoring over with.” I told him as he got out of the class

“I totally agree.” He said

I didn’t realize that as we walked to my car we passed Quinn’s car and they saw us.

Inside the car:

“Hay is that Karofsky and Y/N?” Hope asked

“It can’t be. She wouldn’t hang out with him would she.” Quinn said

“She most definitely wouldn’t let him get close.” Hope said

“Wanky” Santana said

“We should follow them we have nothing better to do.” Quinn said

As I walked karofsky to the car and we both took off. Quinn secretly followed.

“I thought that we could bond in the junkyard that where I spend most of my time and it looks like you’ll enjoy it there.” I said

“Yeah okay that sounds kind of cool.” He said

As we pulled into the junkyard I pulled all the way into the back so that we couldn’t be seen from the road. Quinn parked up front and walked back.

“Do you want to help me find some hubcaps. I’m rebuilding at 1965 bel air. I’m gonna give to my sister when she can drive.” I said

“yeah sure” he said

Two hours 30 minutes later

“How much longer are we gonna need to do this for. It feels like I’m carrying so much. I’m also tired of pepole staring at us as they walk by. They point and they stare and they make comments to each other.” He said

“Oh really you are know? That funny because that’s why I brought you out here. Do you really think that I give a shit about mentor hours. All I have to do is sleep a couple freshman and sophomore’s and I’ll be set. That not why your out here you see that feeling you have yeah that the one that you guys constantly give Glee kids. I’m sure you’ve heard about me haven’t you. All the kids I’ve beaten up. Too bad I’m gonna have to add you to that list.” I said as I swung back and punched him in the face I put my hands up to protect my face as I gave him jab after jab he finally fought back. We fought til I knocked him out. It took longer than I anticipated he put up a fight but there was a reason that I made it to worlds as a freshman. I know how to fight and I know how to win. Once he passed out I threw him on a dolly that was near by and whelled him to the car. Then I threw him on the truck bed and tied him down with ropes I sat there until he became conscious again.

“Hay buddy I’m gonna give you some rules okay otherwise this will happen again. Okay so first leave Finn and Quinn alone or else this will happen again if I even hear you talk about them this will happen again. Leave the Glee club kids alone present and future. If you see you go near any of these people or any of your friends go near of them or harm them in a way your ass will be kicked by a girl again. You and your fucking friends and teammates are the bottom of the food chain and so you will act like it. Do I make myself clear. You are not to go near the Glee kids or the Cheerios there under my protection okay. Also you won’t tell anybody that I beat you up because two fold they think that your lying because how could a scrawnly girl beat up bimbo the clown secondly even if they do believe you you still got beaten up by a girl and that’s humiliating. Now you’re gonna get in the car and I’m gonna drive your fucking ass home.” I said

We both got in the car and I took off. Headed towards his house. I dropped him off and drove off.

Meanwhile in Quinn’s car

“Your sister’s a psychopath.” Quinn said

“Quinn she was protecting you.” Hope said

“She was protecting all of us you heard her the Glee kids and the Cheerios.” Santana said

“Quinn my sister might go extreme sometimes but what do you expect there’s two role models in her life our abusive mother and Sue Sylvester. If she wasn’t Psychotic I’d be considered.” Hope said

“Did anyone else think that she was hot well she did that it or was that just me.” Brittnay asked

“I did” Santana Quietly said

“I did” Quinn also whispered under her breath

“Gross that’s my sister anyway we need to get back in time for Glee.” Hope said

As they all drove off back towards the school. They got there in time it was just all the students.

“Guys you should have see what Y/n did she pretty much tortured Karofsky. About him bullying the Glee club and Quinn and Finn today. She beat the shit out of him tied him to her truck bed and then yelled at him. Then drove him home.” Santana said

“Hot” Puck said

“I thought that you didn’t like each other.” Rachel said

“We don’t she’s mad at me for something.” Puck said

“She’s mad at you because you told Sylvester about Quinn’s pregnancy.” Santana said

“How do you know that ?” Puck asked

“YOU DID WHAT?” Quinn yelled

“Yeah and Y/Ns been trying to make sure that you don’t get kicked off the Cheerios.” Santana said

“For being a stone cold bitch to everyone I guess that she cares about us.” Tina said

“Who cares about you?” Mr.Schue asked

“You You You care about us?” Tina said

“That I do now dose anyone know where Y/N is” Mr.Schue asked

Everyone Said “No”

“Okay then let’s get started.” Mr.Schue said “So you guys seemed to really like the Mash-ups the best things about mash-ups is findings two thing that do really got together.”

“I’m sorry I’m late.” I said as I walked in

“so I’m handing out my personal favorite song and you homework for the week is to find a unexpected mash- up to go with it.”

I felt as everybody started at me and started to whisper maybe it wasn’t about me but why did it feel so much about me. I looked at Santana to see if I missed something but her face was giving me nothing. She wouldn’t even look at me.

“Bust a move ?” Kurt asked “Yeah this song is old school.” Mercedes said

“Artie your on base, Finn” Mr Schue asked

“I got corn syrup in my eye.” Finn said

“Puck” Mr Schue asked

“I’m sorry I don’t really get down with Young MC” Puck said

“Wow I’m surprised by the lack of male power in the room” Rachel said

“don’t worry Rachel I got it” Mr Schue said

This here's a jam for all the fellas Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down 'cause you're overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous Ok, smarty, go to a party Girls are scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter

Next day's function, high class luncheon Food is served and you're stone cold munchin' Music comes on, people start to dance But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin' Sits down next to you and starts talkin' Says she wanna dance 'cause she likes the groove So come on, fatso, and just bust a move

Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, yeah (just bust a move!) Ah, ah, yeah, ah, ah

You're on a mission and you're wishin' Someone could cure your lonely condition Lookin' for love in all the wrong places No fine girls, just ugly faces From frustration, first inclination Is to become a monk and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a lighter hope So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope

New movie's showin', so you're goin' Could care less about the five you're blowin' Theatre gets dark just to start the show Then you spot a fine woman sittin' in your row She's dressed in yellow, she says "hello Come sit next to me, you fine fellow!" You run over there without a second to lose And what comes next? hey, bust a move!

If you want it, you got it If you want it, baby, you got it, (just bust a move!) If you want it, you got it If you want it, baby, you got it

In the city, ladies look pretty Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty Tell a funny joke just to get some play Then you try to make a move and she says, "no way" Girls are fakin', goodness sakin' They want a man who brings home the bacon Got no money and you got no car Then you got no woman and there you are

Some girls are sophistic, materialistic Looking for a man makes them opportunistic They're lyin' on the beach perpetratin' a tan So that a brother with money can be their man So on the beach you're strollin', real high-rollin' Everything you have is yours and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin' to prove So don't just stand there, bust a move!

If you want it, you got it If you want it, baby, you got it (just bust a move) If you want it, you got it If you want it, baby, you got it (break it down for me fellas)

Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah, hey, yeah Ooh, uh, hey, yeah! Ooh, uh, hey, yeah! Ooh, uh, uh, uh

Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry In five days from now he's gonna marry He's hopin' you can make it there if you can 'Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man You say neato, check your libido And roll to the church in your new tuxedo The bride walks down just to start the wedding And there's one more girl you won't be getting So you start thinkin', then you start blinkin' A bride maid looks and thinks that you're winkin' She thinks you're kinda cute so she winks back And now you're feelin really fine 'cause the girl is stacked Reception's jumpin', bass is pumpin' Look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin' Says she wants to dance to a different groove Now you know what to do, G, bust a move!

If you want it, you got it, ah If you want it, baby, you got it (just bust a move), ah If you want it, you got it, ah If you want it, baby, you got it (move it, boy)

Aah, aah, aah, aah Ah, ah, yeah, ah Aah, hey, aah, yeah! Aah, aah, heyy, yeah, yeah!

I stooped Santana in hopes of finding out what happened

“Hay Santana” I asked

“Yeah” she said

“What happened” I asked

“Nothing” she said

I walked out of the Glee room and my sister grabbed me.

“Hey I’ll hurt you” I said

“Stop it’s me are you gonna come home tonight ?” She asked

“Mom kicked me out and by chance she shows up I don’t want to get hurt okay I’m strong but. I can’t fight her okay I love her.” I said

“Why is she made at you.” She asked

“She found out that I was gonna drive her to a rehabilitation center. She got mad and pissed off. I’m still gonna take her hopefully it works this time I promise I’m gonna get our mom back.” I said

“One day you’re gonna have to give up on our parents and realize it’s just you and me.” Hope said

I walked out of the school and got in my car. I drove to the near by hotel that I had been staying in the past few weeks. I just had to change rooms so that I didn’t get squatters rights. It would all be worth it in a few weeks when I get her to the rehab center.

We were all sat in the next glee lesson when Mr.Schue came in. I was sat all alone like I had been for the past few weeks atleast when I was in sues group. Until Brittnay came Santana would sit next to me.

“Has anyone found anything to do with the mash-ups yet” Mr.Schue asked

“No” we all said except for Puck

“I have actually been working on something.” Puck said

“Oh yeah” Mr.Schue said

“It’s my personal tribute to a musical Jewish icon.” Puck said

”Uh fantastic let’s hear it.” Mr.Schue said

Pucks song was clearly a love song for Rachel. Which clearly made Santana really jealous. It also made Finn Jealous which he’s just lucky that Quinn didn’t see. Quinn clearly thought that the song was about her. This drama might be what ends the glee club I thought to myself there is no way that this weird love web doesn't end in disaster.

After glee club ended. I went back to the hotel. Sue came to visit me after Sues corner to help us both figure out how to end the Glee club once and for all. But we would need the football players. But there stupid coaches jealousy was getting in the way. If the football team left our plan for the long game would be destroyed.

“You know you could always fuck him.” I said

“Why don’t you?” Sue said

“You know why I don’t.” I said

“Right you don’t find men hot.” Sue said

“You know you should try being with a woman at least once.” I said

The next Glee club meeting was Thursday we sat for a while waiting to see what the footballers choose. I didn’t really care but I knew that my sister would have been heart broken if Matt chose football over Glee and all I knew is that my heart would break if I saw her heart broken. Also if 2 or none of them come back we can’t do sectionals which would mean that Glee club is over. Which I don’t think anyone was ready for including me.

The next day of school I showed up early and spent the whole day in the office finishing up our evil plan with Sue. Glee club was gonna fall apart with all the dirt I had on everyone. That was until I found out that Sue had kicked Quinn off the Cheerios.

“Sue you broke our promise.” I said

“What else can I do for you ?” She asked

“Get Santana Lopez to sleep with me.” I said “You know that I can’t do that.” She said

“Your right I knew that you couldn’t do that but you have made me your enemy Sue Sylvester will see who destroys Glee club.” I said as I left the room

Later on in Glee club Finn came back and bought us all slushies.

“Oh brain freeze you know it would hit to get hit in the kisser with one of these suckers.” Mr. Schue said

“Mr.Schue have you never been slushied ” Artie asked

“Okay guys we’re all a team” Mr. Schue said

We all through our slushie on him

“Okay well if we’re all in the mood for slushing people who have never been slushied than we should probably hit Y/N” Hope said

“How haven’t you been slushied” Puck asked

“Because people are too terrified that I will tear them apart limb by limb and then send a part to every person in their family in different states.” I said

“Have you done that” Finn asked

“How long ago was 1999” I said sarcastically

“Wait really” Brittnay said

“No” I said laughing well giving Brittnay a tap on the shoulders

[bangtanitalianchannel]

[ARTICOLO] Jin dei BTS fa il suo debutto da solista sulla TV americana con il singolo “Running Wild” nello show di Jimmy Fallon

Il cantante ha anche parlato del suo nuovo album, “Happy”, e ha offerto a Fallon un tutorial su come eseguire la coreografia di una delle sue canzoni più amate dal pubblico. 

“Jin dei BTS ha fatto il suo debutto ufficiale da solista al 'The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon' con un'esibizione di 'Running Wild', la traccia principale di 'Happy', il suo nuovo album fresco di rilascio. Il cantante ha poi raccontato del suo 2024 estremamente impegnato e si è anche preso del tempo per insegnare generosamente a Jimmy Fallon i passi di una delle sue dance challenge. 

Per l'esibizione dal vivo della sua canzone dalle sonorità di ispirazione Rock Jin ha scelto di indossare una giacca verde a frange, e quando è giunto il momento dell'intervista con Fallon, il cantante ha indicato i Coldplay e Chris Martin come sue personali fonti di ispirazione. La chiacchierata si è concentrata anche sulla calorosa accoglienza che gli altri membri dei BTS hanno fatto a Jin la scorsa estate in occasione del suo ritorno alla vita civile dal servizio militare. In particolare, il leader del gruppo RM ha festeggiato il momento con una spontanea performance con il sassofono. 

'Quei momenti sono stati molto frenetici perché immediatamente successivi al mio congedo definitivo', ha spiegato Jin guardando le foto della reunion. 'Non ero sicuro di cosa RM stesse facendo esattamente, ma so che stava suonando qualcosa per me'. 

'Non sapevi cosa stesse facendo?', ha incalzato Jimmy. 'Quasi neanche sapevo fosse lì', ha scherzato Jin. 

In seguito, Jimmy e Jin hanno riflettuto sulle origini del soprannome di quest'ultimo, 'Worldwide Handsome', e il cantante ha poi parlato del suo amore per la pesca. A tal proposito, quando il focus della conversazione si è spostato sulla sua canzone 'Super Tuna', traccia capace davvero di creare dipendenza negli ascoltatori, i due si sono presi un momento per provare a eseguirne la coreografia insieme.

Il prossimo 6 dicembre, anche V, compagno di band di Jin, rilascerà una nuova canzone, e cioè una versione rivisitata di 'White Christmas' in duetto con la voce del compianto Bing Crosby stesso". 

Traduzione a cura di Bangtan Italian Channel Subs (©jimindipityR) | ©Consequence.net

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Salve salve, entro in questa graziosa inbox per dirle che mamma mia... La sua arte e le sue fic mi stanno facendo scoppiare i neuroni come un non so cosa, e specialmente Vanitas è diventata una comfort fic per me. La mia parte preferita è l'assedio a Leyndell, perché letteralmente mentre stavo leggendo mi sembrava di essere lì; il suo linguaggio e prosa sono incredibilmente evocativi, e specialmente il momento prima del primo colpo mi ha causato un pelo di aritmia da quanto è stato effettivo lmao. Inoltre, le parti in cui Godwyn è al telaio, e i momenti passati con Fortissax nel silenzio e nella calma sono così... Confortevoli, in un modo o nell'altro.

Anche petal-veined devourer è stata una gioia da leggere: sono un grande amante di Ludwig in tutte le salse, e il modo in cui lei ha creato un ritratto così solitario e triste di lui e della sua famiglia è meraviglioso. Inoltre tutte le connessioni a Cainhurst, e il modo in cui sia disegna e scrive Laurence...

E riguardo a Laurence, il suo è uno dei miei preferiti in assoluto, e devo dire che quando vedo i suoi ritratti del signor provo un'invidia pazzesca per la skill e la cura messa nei dettagli. È veramente un personaggio fr fr

Un'ultima cosa: la sua arte mi ha ispirato a riprendere carta e penna e disegnare tradizionalmente invece che digitalmente per la prima volta dopo... 5 anni? So che lei usa un programma digitale, ma le texture e i sentimenti che i suoi lavori mi evocano mi ricorda delle mie prime visite al museo, o ad una galleria d'arte, e mi ritrovo sia a bocca aperta sia pieno di gelosia verso questi artisti tanto migliori di me, e giuro che farò del mio meglio per migliorare e creare arte che sia (almeno nella mia mente) alla pari con la sua. L'odio e l'amore si mescolano quando guardo i suoi lavori, e non fanno altro che diventare benzina sul fuoco che è la mia determinazione a migliorare.

Mi auguro passi una splendida giornata!

ANON. I have been sitting on this message for nearly a week and keep rereading it because I don’t have words?? And certainly not enough nuance in my written Italian for a proper thank you - but regardless GRAZIE DI CUORE - for reading my work, and enjoying it, and saying the kindest of things about it. COMUNQUE DIAMOCI DEL TU??

And GOOD FOR YOUR for picking up carta e penna! I haven’t had the discipline to do so again for ages, but I wish I did, and it can only help in the long run, especially if you want to retain that painterly evidence of gesture. I think it’s a a beautiful thing to have in your work, and I’m sure you have it, and can keep cultivating it. Don’t forget that mark-making is one of the most human things you can do, and I hope you make it for the love of it, and in turn you love what you make. 

I don’t know who you are but I’m proud of you and my nonna would be proud of you LOL. In bocca al lupo for everything you want to do (人◕ω◕)

A Ludwig WIP FOR YOU AND YOU ALONE. 

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2023 Fic Wrapped: Favourite Lines

Yes, I'm using the same banner sue me

Thanks to @affectionatelyrs @gayrootvegetable @songliili @rockyroadkylers @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @anincompletelist for tagging me in these, I love these games so much.

Okay, so we going to do six lines, three published fics and 3 wips, slay, five minutes till midninght kjdghsgf

From un hilo de pensamientos (de cosas que no se deben olvidar) 

Veinte minutos es el tiempo que Alex ha pasado encerrado en su habitación con su nariz metida en un libro de historia al que no le está prestando mucha atención, tiene audífonos puestos pero no están reproduciendo nada. Paralizados a media acción entre el deseo de ahogar los gritos de sus padres y el miedo de perderse algo. ¿Perderse qué? Alex se pregunta, pero no tiene respuesta.

and a train of thought (of things not to forget)

it counts because it's the same line in two languages

Twenty minutes is the time Alex has spent locked in his room with his nose buried in a history book he's not paying much attention to. He's wearing earbuds, but they're not playing anything, paralyzed halfway between the wish of drowning out his parents' shouting and the fear of missing something. Missing what? Alex wonders, but he has no answer. 

From Super Six and the Siren's Call 

Days are easier at Camp Half-Blood when Henry is too busy to let his mind wander, when the constant movement of campers coming in and out of the infirmary is enough to keep at bay the constant uneasiness that settles in his chest when the world becomes too loud, too bright. The familiarity of healing —something he’s good at, something he enjoys— smooths over the need to run away.

From las formas de llamarte amor

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you mi vida, you should know this by now,”  Alex calls him mi vida like the word is a fact, Henry is Alex’s life, they belong to each other so deeply that no other name would fit how they feel, mi vida, because there’s no other place where they are as free as they are when they are together, and that’s what life should always be. He lets Alex pull him onto his lap, holding him firmly in place as he presses kisses to Henry’s head, Henry's breath becomes steady and his eyelids heavy, he only has time for one realisation before he falls asleep. Yes, Alex is his vida too

WIPS

From without (your) love, i am nothing

Because God is love, and he’s the greatest expression of it, love thy neighbor is the greatest mandate of all. Yet when Alex loves his love is seen as perverse, impure, the greatest sin he has committed was to fall in love with another man, who lays by his side every night, yet when Alex looks at Henry he finds nothing reprehensible, nothing unclean.  Instead he finds the truest form of worship held between his arms, trailing fingertips that climb up Henry’s spine as a litany of words spill out from his mouth. A room consecrated by each whisper of God’s name; said so reverently that no one would dare say they have taken His name in vain.  

From Toe the Line

Silence falls for a second between them, a new type that had never existed amongst them prior to that moment; a seal of understanding—a transition, like the space between two paragraphs. Henry’s eyes find Alex for a second, following the line of his profile from his forehead to his neck, the hard edge of his mouth pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows turned into a frown.

From Y recuerda siempre que tú eres la medicina

Her parents' fights are an everyday occurrence, to the point where it would be strange for them to have a day when one of their conversations doesn't end in an argument. June knows them all by heart; time, work, priorities, money, children. It's inevitable that the fights turn to what keeps them together, beyond the papers and the rings. June and Alex are the glue that binds them, or perhaps the chains that tie them.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, THIS YEAR WAS CRAZY CRAZY AND I LEARNT SO MUCH AS A WRITER AND I AM SO HAPPY I DID AND IT'S FANTASTIC TO BE HERE MUAK MUAK BESITOS A TODOS

[thebibliomancer]

Earth X #2

I’m seeing a couple Things, a Giant-Sized Thing, a bearded Doom, and a whole lot of Kirby krackle. This issue must focus on the Fantastic Four.

What does this Bad Future have in store for the first family of Marvel? Nothing good, probably.

First of all, yes, Uatu is still being a massive prick. To Aaron Stack specifically and also just in general.

When Uatu is recapping the concept of the Fantastic Four for Aaron/the audience, he scornfully calls Reed’s concern for Ben Grimm something that limited Reed.

I thought Uatu liked the superheroes of Earth but he’s had a bad couple years, getting mysteriously blinded and all. Still though.

The Inhuman royal family shows up on Ben Grimm’s doorstep on their quest to find the missing prince.

Ben is actually retired from the superhero game. Retired and married to Alicia with two mini Thing children.

Alicia herself was affected by the mass empowering event. She’s got Kirby krackle eyes and can imbue life in her sculptures.

The Inhumans ask what the heck happened to the Fantastic Four while they were gone and Ben shares the sad story.

The mass empowering caused food shortages. I dunno if it’s because everyone needed so many more calories or whether the supply lines were just disrupted.

Consequently, countries began fishing EVEN MORE to feed their citizens. Which was related to the ocean and so pissed off Namor.

When the UN met to discuss the food crisis, Namor asked for a seat at the table. But the UN didn’t recognize Atlantis as a real place and told him to fuck off.

So Doom was easily able to recruit Namor in a scheme to attack the UN and hold the food supply hostage.

He who controls the hamburgers, controls the world.

Captain America and the Fantastic Four jumped into action to stop them. And Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, decides he’s got Namor.

Except Namor has him.

Namor kills Johnny. Right in front of Franklin. Who I guess has never had to really reckon with death.

(You brought him to the battle? You couldn’t get a babysitter or something?)

Enraged, Franklin uses his reality manipulation powers to wish Namor was constantly on fire.

The burning fish man flees screaming into the ocean, leaving the Terrific Three and Captain America to confront Doom.

Doom tries to bargain for his life against a FURIOUS Sue by claiming he knows what caused the mass empowering and he knows how to fix it.

Reed rejects the notion in disbelief because the mass empowering, what fucked the world, was caused by an experiment he was running to use vibranium to bring free energy to the world. Surely!

Vibranium altered the whole of humanity on a cellular level! That’s the explanation Reed believes!

(I have some doubts, given Doom suggested an alternative theory existed but never explained it.)

And then Doom exits scene pursued by Sue and both seemingly explode.

In grief, Reed takes over as Doctor Doom. Moving into Doom’s castle in Latveria and wearing Doom’s armor and working ceaselessly on trying to fix the world.

He works with equally shut-in and beardy Tony Stark over video chat but Tony is losing hope this is a problem they can fix. That maybe this is just the new normal and they’re obsolete.

These are the thoughts Tony thinks if he goes too long without shaving.

Also, in the issue, Captain America in his flag toga and Wyatt Wingfoot break into the crashed Helicarrier to use Nick Fury’s flying car to get to California to investigate the new Red Skull.

(The background info of last issue suggested that Nick Fury is dead but that there are tons of his old Life Model Decoys causing trouble around the world.)

The all-new all-different Daredevil finally appears. He’s the daredevil for a circus, the man without fear because nothing can kill him.

I cannot fathom so far why this new Daredevil gets so much focus. He appeared on the cover of issue 1 despite not appearing in person. There were posters of him in the backgrounds of some scenes in issue 1 and the Thing children were watching him on TV. And now he gets a whole extended sequence at the circus where the audience is invited to shoot flamethrowers at him.

Then minions of the Red Skull show up to kidnap the audience.

Hi Domino, Sunspot, and Sandman.

Guess there’s going to be some spot the cameo with Red Skull’s crowd.

Back of the book worldbuilding info: the mutated world has been great for some people. The Moloids enjoy surface tourism and revere Reed as a saint on the assumption he caused it.

The Skrulls and Kree have refugee populations on Earth after their forever war reduced both empires to a cinder.

And although the mutants were blamed for the mass empowering event, they blend in far too well to catch hate anymore.

Other popular theories were: the government caused it, a curse caused it, and evolution caused it.

So I’m assuming that none of those are correct and neither is Reed’s theory about the vibranium energy project being the cause.

There’s so many issues left. And this is the big mystery. The correct answer surely is not on the table yet.

So to sum up: Avengers dead, half the Fantastic Four dead, Captain America is wearing a toga, Norman Osborn runs America, mind control alien squid on the loose, and a new Red Skull causing trouble.

Earth X is a mess.

[a-tarassia]

episodio a caso

Gioco ad animal crossing, sì lo so, con ritardo di circa tre anni. Pare sia un gioco rilassante in cui non devi confrontarti con nessuno, sei tu da solo a compiere missioni semplicissime se decidi di volerle portare a termine, ma nel caso in cui non ha nessunissima voglia e vuoi vagare per la minuscola isola per ore intere senza fare nulla nessuno sta lì a controllarti, non c’è nessuna classifica e non ci sono chat e non ci sono interazioni se non con gli animaletti isolani, tutti tuoi vicini di casa ovviamente visto che l’isola è un quartiere.

Il problema sono sti animaletti, che a prima impressione sembrano sempre gentilissimi e affabili e sorridenti. Ognuno ha la sua fissa, ognuno le sue abitudini e ognuno ha una casa personalizzata a proprio stile e gusto, all’inizio ti presti a visitarli anche perché più interagisci e più ricevi regali e scambi di merce e poi piano piano ti accorgi che sono dei passivi aggressivi. Intanto le cose che ti regalano non servono a un cazzo, tipo che so un costume da coniglio o un grembiule da barman che dici boh ok se proprio dovevi disfartene perché non lo vedi, c’ho l’armadio e lo sgabuzzino pieno  di merda che loro non vogliono e poi una volta finito l’idillio diventano acidi come una suocera che ti odia.

Vai in giro a fare le tue cose e quando ti fermi per salutarli (solo se lo chiede una missione ormai) ti dicono robe tipo: Secondo me dovresti fare più sport Da come corri ogni volta perché non ti iscrivi ai 100 metri campestri? Pensavo non volessi più parlarmi sono 67 ore e 4 minuti che non mi dici ciao Ah che onore che mi saluti, pensavo di doverti chiedere l’autografo Voglio trasferirmi, tu che dici? Se mi dici ok allora me ne vado, dipende tutto da te Vuoi le rape? L’altro giorno sono stato tutto il tempo davanti casa tua sperando che tornassi per poterti salutare, ma non ti ho visto Ehi fermati! Ti volevo chiedere se sai anche ridere ognitanto

Per non parlare di quelli che hanno il negozio e ogni volta che entri ti si incollano addosso come zecche e non puoi muoverti se non calpestandoli

A me animal crossing mi stressa, gli abitanti non sono carucci per niente e ho paura che mi ammazzino di notte

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Ieri ho chiesto a chatgpt se per favore mi spiegava la guerra in ucraina che mi pare nessuno ci capisce niente e l’AI continuava a spiegarmi i fatti del 2014, allora ho modificato un po’ di volte il prompt fino a farlo precisissimo con date e tutto e mi ha risposto che di quello che è successo dopo settembre 2021 ess* non sa nulla. No real time baby. Allora per tirarmi su il morale ho chiesto se mi scriveva una sceneggiatura su un uomo in love with his sheep but unfortunately the sheep loves the sea more. Sbellicata. Chatgpt sta diventando il mio migliore amico, gli chiedo pure i transiti astrologici, fai tu. Io comunque per lavoro già lo uso, per esser seri.

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Sto leggendo Open, cioè, ho quasi finito Open di Agassi. La prima vittoria di Wimbledon ero su un aereo e il tipo seduto vicino a me mi ha vista piangere davanti all’ebook reader. Era un sacco di tempo che un libro non mi faceva piangere. Straconsigliato.

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Sono stata giù dai miei, in Calabria, regione in cui è successa l’ultima tragedia dei morti in mare. Diciamo che finchè non ti muore la gente innocente davanti casa puoi votare tutte le Giorgie che vuoi, però una volta che ti capita davanti e i morti li vedi davvero e sai di cosa si parla quando si parla di umanità allora non ci sono Giorgie che tengono. Sono incazzati. Questo ho imparato.

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Uno dei film che ho visto e che non vi ho listato è See how they run, su Disney+, carino, serata di intrattenimento se non si vuole nulla di pesante o serio, ma si vuole vedere qualcosa di interessante, ottimo cast, storia che regge e intriga, niente di magistrale, ma vale una serata da passare.

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Si stanno allungando le giornate, sto meglio. Ciao.