#winter quarter

[simplybombshell]

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”

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[lavendertowerarchives]

Winter break has finished. Class started last week. I'm disappointed in my lack of progress.

Progress in anything would be much appreciated. I had so many projects I wanted to start, work on, or at least finish over break. Three weeks passed me by, and I didn't get anything done. I had a story to write, I had a game to brainstorm, I had people to talk to, I had anime to watch. I did almost none of that. I was barely able to think of the story's beginning, the game's premise stagnated in my head, I always found a reason not to talk to people, and not only did I not finish any shows I watched, but I started new series, too. I just couldn't do what I wanted.

Not because I was busy, no. Far from it. I was occupied with nothing except depression and anxiety. It seems unsavory to me to compile every feeling I had into just two vague and nondescript terms, but if I were to expand everything I felt into 7 more paragraphs, I'd just be better off linking a previous post. It's the same shit. Long story short, I was nervous to hit someone up because I didn't have anything I wanted to do, but I didn't have anything I wanted to do because no one was with me. The few times I was able to see my partner, they were in their usual invalid state, so I took care of them instead of going out on a date or something of that ilk.

With what seems to be a recurring message on these updates, I'm disappointed in myself. I know I can do better, I know I have done better, but I don't know how to kickstart the creational process which would get me out of this. I know that mere human presence would help, but I'm too cowardly/scared/socially anxious/out of practice to make concrete steps forward. As always, if my partner was around, I'd be much more devoted to their present wellbeing than my "progress" I seem to care so much about. I just want friends.

[taiadominique]

Sharing my goals for winter and books on my tbr

A quick update about my plans for the winter time.

December 1st, 2022 I have returned with a quick post to share a few of my goals with you for this winter. For simplicity’s sake, we will say the winter starts today (December 1st) and ends on February 28th. I revised my outline for Blood of the Fallen by hand, so for the next few months, I want to continue fleshing out the outline. I’d like to begin writing the new draft by the end of this…

[biancadavri]

God the ending of A Paragon of Her Kind when you pick dwarf commoner. Born and raised in Dust Town, probably never set foot in the Diamond Quarter before let alone the Assembly. And you waltz in with a crown forged by a Paragon, for the king YOU decide to pick. Can you IMAGINE how humiliated half of the noble's caste must have felt. Brosca if you're reading this i'm free this friday

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[frogcreates]

i made a zine!!! it's about getting through dark, cold winters, especially with seasonal depression! i've only done a few mini 8-page ones before, so this was pretty big for me. :)

(note: the info and phone numbers are usamerican oriented)

you can download a printable pdf here! (to assemble, flip on long edge, trim edges & cut in half, fold, assemble by page number, and staple.)

if you just want a pdf to read on your computer/phone, download it here!

[legogradstudent]

Scheduling all his upcoming obligations for after the winter break, the grad student offloads everything onto his future self.

[dk-thrive]

First Quarter Misty Moon. 6:20 pm. 29° F. January 18, 2024. Darien, CT. (@dkct25)

[detco-hell]

he fell alright

[movie 15 - Quarter of Silence]

[ivyodessa]

Happy Midwinter and Blessed Imbolc ❄️🌸

Spring is just around the corner

[pure-winter-cc]

Hey, look at that. Figured out how to swap body parts so no more mesh 'overlays' that just go over the base mesh. Full swaps. :) I hope to find the flag for bodies so I can make breed body presets!

[l3st1b0urn3s-707]

Following my hyperfixation with The left hand of darkness I read Winter's king by Ursula K. Le Guin, so let's talk about it!

It's a short story that takes place in Gethen (yay!). It's about king Argaven XVII so it takes place a few generations after TLHOD (since king Argaven XV was the ruler of Karhide in that novel). In this time the Ekumen has already settled in Gethen, and the planet is about to experience many political changes. Basically Argaven is kidnapped and her memories are altered, so now she'll have a journey trying to get them back and rule her country without any external influences, leaving her (at the time) baby daughter behind.

This story is particularly interesting because Gethen's people are reffered to with femenine pronouns instead of the generic masculine used in TLHOD.

You can find this story in The wind's twelve quarters, a collection of short stories by Le Guin, most of them being part of the Hainish cycle (which apparently is the universe where most of her sci-fi stories/books take place, and it's all about the ekumen and that stuff, it looks so interesting!).

Oh, and as a fun fact I also just discovered that there's another short story that takes place in Gethen called Coming of age in Karhide, which sounds so interesting!!! I swear, this woman's books are going to take my whole soul.

I also want to mention that I discovered this story through @evelasco-art 's gorgeous illustration of it, so go check their account out because they're trully talented!

[lonestarboyfriend]

first snow ✨

[rabbitrah]

Every single day I'm just like..... I should be out in nature rn..... a waterfall could fix me

[haeryna]

do not worry everyone! i am alive!! as a little treat have the snippet of the megumi fic i'm working on hopefully it'll be out this weekend teeheehee. barely hanging on by a thread!!!!!111

“I’m not yours,” you spit out, flinching as he moves to sit up. “I don’t care what strings you pulled, or how much money you had Gojo-sensei offer them. You can’t own me.” 

Megumi’s lips curve downwards, eyes suddenly fierce. “I know that. Do you really think so little of me?” 

Silence fills the space between you, punctured only by your shaky breaths and the call of the frogs. His frown only deepens. “Do you?” 

“I do,” you insist fiercely, but you can tell he can hear the wobble in your voice. “You’re a selfish, selfish person, Fushiguro Megumi.” 

“I am,” he agrees, solemnly. “You know I couldn’t watch you get sold off to Naoya like that.” 

“So you insisted on marrying me instead?” The thought of it makes your heart collapse inside of your chest. Under any other circumstance you would’ve been ecstatic. Not like this, you think, despairing. I didn’t want you like this. 

He calls out your name, but you turn your head away stubbornly. You can hear Megumi’s heavy exhale. “What did I do to upset you? Would you really rather have me dead than be my bride?”