#t: peace of mind

[lonesomedreamer]

STAR TREK + peace

You have a real war on your hands. You can either wage it with real weapons…or you might consider an alternative: put an end to it. Make peace! There can be no peace! We’ve admitted it to ourselves. We’re a killer species, it’s instinctive! It’s the same with you. All right. It’s instinctive. But the instinct can be fought.

[butwhatifidothis]

Still baffled that Hopes so blatantly wrote Claude as the typical Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Man set on destroying the Good White Nation for his Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Nation that is often seen in fantasy settings - complete with him being seen as worse than a white woman who does many of the same evil deeds he does in-verse, even by his friends (should it be the bad ending route of SB) - and so many in the fandom were so eager to gobble that shit up. INSIST that "Clearly A Racist Stereotype" is LEAGUES better than "Subversion Of A Racist Stereotype" even. Like I don't think I'll ever get over how supremely fucked that is

[junewongapologia]

The fact is tho that no matter how you look at it, no matter how insufferable she is, no matter how Out Of Touch, regardless of whether she’s doing herself no favours: Eloise is right about society and just about everyone else in the show is wrong.

Like, she’s not got the full picture, she’s blinkered and her political philosophy is not very in depth or well thought out. But she’s right, and I think that’s why a lot of people watching really don’t like her because she’s breaking the illusion. All in all, the 1810s were a shit time to be alive for most people, and you can “well actually” it all you like, but the Luddite movement existed for a reason, the Chartists existed for a reason, Porto-feminist writers like Wollstonecraft and de Gouges wrote what they did for a reason.

So when you keep being reminded that it was a terrible social order for women - in a show targeted mainly towards women for escapist purposes then that character is going to come across as irritating, because she’s ruining the immersion.

Really, her attitude isn’t more anachronistic than the dresses, or the hairdos, or the diamond necklaces (men and women had been advocating women’s right to vote since before Eloise was born, lads), but it’s a problem because people are watching the show for the sweeping romances and the general regency vibe, they don’t want to think about how the regency was for most people. Which inevitably leads to some incredible projection, when watchers of a show with the central conceit of only being interested in the love lives of the top one percent of the one percent of the British aristocracy acting as though Eloise is the only privileged person on the show.

And yeah, she is better off than most of the people who exist in all of Regency Britain (though if you were to take the show as read, Britain is made up of about 70% aristocracy, 1% gentry, 5% urban bourgeoisie and 24% urban workers), but she’s the only one whose privilege is harped on out of her whole family and social circle. 99% of the speaking characters in the show come from a posher background than Beau fucking Brummell.

And! Eloise is literally just about the only main character who ever has to question her privilege! And when she is in season 2 she doesn’t throw a shitfit, she’s willing to learn! She goes out of her way to hear perspectives that she wouldn’t have heard in her social circle! But the narrative punishes her for that, and that’s because for all the criticism she gets about needing her privilege checked, they don’t actually want her to learn, they just want her to shut up and enjoy the trappings of regency decadence as much as they do.

Also - I know it’s really fashionable to rag on “pick-mes” and “Not Like Other Girls” - but actually, no, “traditional femininity” has never been socially unacceptable for women the way being GNC is, and it is in fact ruthlessly socially enforced against GNC women, even more so in the 1810s. Eloise is a teenaged girl in a society that stigmatises her for her wish for more legal autonomy, the idea that she’s somehow the villain for not being able to enjoy “feminine” hobbies without seeing them as just another element of the way women’s education is trivialised as ornamental, is farcical. “Sewing is a valuable and useful skill” so is cooking, but there’s a reason my mam, and not my dad, had home economics lessons, and that reason is still misogyny, despite the fact that it set her up better for being able to operate independently as an adult.

Idk I’m just kind of uncomfortable that in a world of rising reactionary political sentiment towards women, and this seemingly increasingly re-normalised view that women need to be wives and homemakers, people feel that the person on the show who needs to do the most introspection regarding their politics is an eighteen-year-old who is vocal about the fact that she has limited legal rights, and not any of the adult men in the show (a lot of whom probably have seats in the Upper House!!!) who never mention politics at all.

And frankly, given the shower who were Having Political Opinions in the long eighteenth century, Eloise’s brand of semi-anachronistic protofeminism is infinitely preferable to Hannah “I refuse to teach the poor how to write in my schools” More, or Edmund “don’t read my big thesis on revolutions too closely it’s definitely not all lies and junk history” Burke, or even a load of prominent members of the Bluestocking Society.

[deus-ex-mona]

been thinking about how asuna’s [spoiler] scene in the last chapter of idol sengen is oddly underwhelming in the volume version compared to the piccoma release?

i mean l i ke (spoiler reveal under the cut)—

idk if it’s just me but seeing it in colour made the scene hit harder somehow? in some way?

s o . im just. thinking ahead here but…

what if i tried to overlay the colour panel onto the page when i eventually tl it in a few months?

i’m not good at picture editing at all.

b u t still.

i kinda wanna try to go the extra mile for asuna anyway… hmmmmmmmmm…

[royasuka]

this is tmi but something changed hormonally with me a few years ago (weirdly enough i think it was related to extreme stress) and now i get awful hormonal birth control side effects when before i got none :( i really wish there were more non-hormonal birth control options out there because the copper iud didn’t work for me either

[gettshirt]

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[bunnihearted]

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[artswavework]

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[venusssssssssss]

there's no one i relate less to than people my age who have/want kids

[donotdestroy]

"I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him."

— Booker T. Washington

[coldshrugs]

94. tentative kisses given in the dark for io and estinien? :O

thank you owen and rinny!! i had a lot of fun with this one :>

brash and hopeful pairing: io / estinien word count: 660

The beach is empty, save for their meandering patrol. This is nothing unusual; despite the coastline’s more direct route between the Great Work and the northwestern Host outpost, travelers prefer the ease of the Perfumed Rise’s worn roads.

Estinien has no complaints. He and Io stroll in comfortable silence, each step slowed by soft pink sand.

They still call it “patrolling,” though their armor is back in the city, and they carry their boots in their hands. His mind is on her, and the kiss they shared a few days ago. Things have changed. The few moments spent together since have been thick with the same anticipation he felt that night, but the timing and company haven’t been appropriate for revisiting the thought. Tonight, however…

As the last sliver of sunlight melts into the sea, a salt-sharp breeze rolls in, gently tugging at hair and clothes. Estinien stops, catching Io’s wrist with his free hand.

She turns back to him with a curious half-smile, wind-swept and lit only by moonlight. “What is it?”

“You–” he says, and his hand slides from her wrist to entwine with hers– “are driving me mad.”

He pulls her closer, searching her face for a sign she might not want this. Might not want him. Io’s eyes, darker than the night descending around them, shine with mirthful interest. Her lips spread into an inviting grin. 

Her shoes hit the sand with a muted thud, and she lifts her hand to his chest. Estinien closes his eyes, inhales at the contact. The pressure of her palm over his heart, beating out of time. Her fingertips brush exposed skin. They tingle across his collarbone, then chart a path to his neck, where they rest, warm and soft, against the back of it.

“May I kiss you again?”

Estinien, eyes still closed, feels Io’s hesitant stretch up into the short distance that separates their lips. Her breath is on his face, her body brushes his, but not as close as he wants her. He drops his boots and pulls her flush against him, trying not to laugh at her little gasp.

“There is no need to ask. My answer will be ‘yes,’ without exception.”

But he doesn’t move. He waits for the press of her lips, timorous and tender, against his. It is only a moment before she melts against him, nervousness giving way to the heat that builds between them with an ease that surprises him.

Io’s touch is soft, observant, but sure. Her arms around his shoulders, her hands in his hair. Estinien smiles into the warmth of her kiss. His fingertips grope at her back, her hip, relishing the feel of her blouse bunching under his hands and the way she shivers when his fingers meet her skin. And gods, he could ask to lift it off her, right here on the shore, but no – no, there will be time enough for that in the future they walk into together. 

He stops himself, pulling back to rest his forehead against Io’s before taking in the sight of her. Her breathing is quickened, her eyes are closed, and she is appealingly disheveled. The smile she wears is new to him, somehow smug and bashful at once. He tucks the image into his mind, a precious little keepsake.

Finally, she meets his gaze. “Fine, no more asking. But we will be equal on the matter. You need not ask either.” She swallows, then tucks her face into the space between his neck and shoulder. “I am yours.”

The pounding in his chest is agonizing, an adrenaline rush he hasn’t felt in ages. He kisses her temple and lays bare his intentions. “On that, too, we are equal.”

She looks at him with that secret, satisfied grin. They stoop to recover their sandy boots, laughing at their previous eagerness. Hand in hand, they continue their façade of a patrol, unable to focus on anything but each other.

[fairiencarnate]

Sometimes it takes everything in me not to add "no swifties" to my bio. But then I'm like no, surely, there has to be at least one swiftie out there who is not evil and manipulative and batshit. I can't be discriminating

[1eeminho]

btw the funniest thing about having leg tattoos is people constantly staring at ur legs when u walk past them like its such a weird experience when someone walks past u and theyre SO concentrated on ur legs lmao

[noirapocalypto]

I think I just need to sob into someone’s shoulder. I think that would really fix me. I just want someone to be with me while I cry. Even for a little bit.

[derpu-doodles]

(pats the top of his head) this guy can fit So Much Sadness in him

whoops I popped off in the tags

[vuorin]

einstürzende neubauten was right: silence IS sexy