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beauty standards are so fucked up what happened to i love your body because it's you. what then.

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I agree! This made me have a completely separate but related thought. I hope it's okay that I share it with you and I'm definitely open to disagreements and other ways of looking at it!

I look back at the original "the curtains are just blue" meme and find the process of what it morphed into really interesting. Originally, the meme was expressing the frustration of American (and in my experience, Canadian as well) highschool asking you to examine the themes of writing without really being giving you the tools to do so. We're told what a metaphor (and the metaphor's cousins, like similies) is and how to use it, but we weren't taught about the principles of examining themes. In my english class, we were given a handful of assignments that surrounded analyzing surface level themes, but no projects that really delve into it. The student has no idea how you know when something is symbolism or when it's just a description, how a single object can be symbolic of completely different things depending on the context and characters interacting with it, etc. The student doesn't know that they don't delve deeper into this stuff because school boards are largely driven by industrialists who want school to be about preparing you to work and don't find things like media analysis nessecary, so of course it feels like the teacher is just asking you to do the impossible task of reading the author's mind.

But then, the "the curtains are just blue" meme kinda blew up and morphed into the version of the meme that you were (rightfully) complaining about (for lack of better words). It became very in-line with the views of the industrialists that (one could argue) caused the meme in the first place. Or atleast, caused the problem that inspired the meme. It became this idea that analyzing literature is boring, unnecessary, and does nothing to help you learn what's really important. A weird kind of cycle, yeah?

I'd like to do more research on this, but I really struggle to understand academic papers and stuff like that. I just think it's neat! Do you also think it's neat?

YES!

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Its humbling to remember that I, too, can be the weirdo who misunderstood op and got too worked up about it. One only achieves Buddhahood when one realizes that anyone can be the weirdo who misunderstood op and got too worked up about it

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Okay okay okay so I’m changing like every recognizable detail of this for privacy purposes but yall need to appreciate this

So I know how to retain CCTV footage, right? It doesn’t come up everywhere but I know my way around- and if someone gets jumped in a parking lot or whatever I can go backwards and see whodunnit

So I’m at this one place, right? And I get a call that an older woman in a wheelchair got hurt somehow and we need to see what happened.

Nobody remembers the exact time, because of course not, but they tell me she was wearing like a massive hot pink jacket and she’s in a wheelchair and she left with a medic round 09:45ish, so I figure I’ll start there.

So I find the incident itself no problem, but they need ALL footage for liability and insurance and stuff, so I have to keep going

And about ten minutes backwards, I lose her. She comes into view past a single shelf on one of the worse cameras and vanishes.

like. VANISHES. Hot pink jacket, big bulky black chair, gonzo. No idea where she came from.

So, I pull up entry cams. Zoom backwards till I see her come in… at like 06:15.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS EARLIER.

So first off, this is gonna take me like two hours minimum to write down, forget retention. And I’m kind of dying in my soul a bit but I start over there, watching her come in and meander and whatever.

At about 08:30ish she disappears.

Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t head to a bathroom. Doesn’t take her coat off. Her trail just stops.

Now, I’ve done this before. Typically, a location only has the mandatory minimum amount of room for a chair or walker to get around, so a person using one can only go forwards and it’s hard to 180. That limits options and makes it easier to follow, whereas a little unattended and fully mobile kid will zoom around in circles and shit and go who the hell knows where.

Then I see her again on the other ass end of the building, and I have to go back again to see how she GOT there.

My guys.

Her two and three-point turns are INCREDIBLE.

She’s popping on the wheels, flip, zoom, she’s out somewhere I didn’t think she could even GET to. I’ve been planning my search for places that fit a wheelchair or least-resistance fast-paths from A to B and she’s like… doing some Tokyo Drift shit.

I don’t know WHY. The whole place is basically completely accessible so long as you put up with having to reverse, but no. No, she goes where she wants.

I’ve been at this for half the day, and I still have no idea where she went for like an hour and a half.

Fuck me, I’m taking a lunch break

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riding the trolley out of omelas because i'm a little too shaken to walk rn and i just heard this weird thump from the tracks. probably nothing

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“Have you ever wondered why I never speak of my family background, or my past?“ “Well—there are a lot of Dendarii who don’t. Sir.” “Quite. I was born a clone, Bel.” Thorne looked only mildly sympathetic. “Some of my best friends are clones.”

I LOVE BEL THORNE SO MUCH

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I can’t remember if I’ve said this before but I think that if you make a Batman 1920s AU then you have to take into account that Bertie Wooster often spent time living in New York and Gotham City is just New York Noir and Bruce Wayne would probably cultivate the acquaintance of Bertie Wooster because Bertie is exactly the sort of person Bruce wants people to think he is, so it’s both birds of a feather camouflage and because he wants to observe Bertie for behavioural ideas.

Bertie, ray of sunshine that he is, thinks Bruce is jolly good fun and really quite barmy, but he already has a friend called Barmy and he can’t manage two Barmies so he affectionately dubs him Batty.

Consequently Bruce exists in a state of nagging uncertainty as to whether Bertie is the golden-hearted silly ass he so transparently appears to be, or is in fact one of his villains, knowing who he is and taunting him.

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Whenever I take a long car ride I end up exhausted afterwards, and I’m always like “why am I so tired? I was just sitting around doing nothing all day.”

But the answer, it turns out, is I was doing something. Riding in a car jars your body in many directions and requires constant microadjustments of your muscles just to stay in place and hold your normal posture. Because you’re inside the car, inside the situation, it’s easy not to notice all the extra work you’re doing just to maintain the status quo.

There’s all sorts of type of work that we think of as “free” that require spending energy: concentrating, making decisions, managing anxiety, maintaining hypervigilance in an unfriendly environment, dealing with stereotype threat, processing a lot of sensory input, repairing skin cells damaged sun exposure, trying to stay warm in a cold room.

The next time you think you’re tired from “nothing”, consider instead that you’re probably in situation where you’re doing a lot of unnoticed extra work just to stay in place.

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Every once in a while I'll see a post about Bones having a bad bedside manner, but I don't think that's true. He only had a bad beside manner when he was dealing with idiots, it wasn't his fault that Kirk and Spock fall into that category

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Transgender Day of Visibility.

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[partly inspired by what @bethany-sensei‘s been writing? mildly angsty OT3 character study AHOY!]

Gil feels left out sometimes. Tarvek and Agatha…Tarvek  breathes continental politics, moves through a room and sorts out fifty problems with nothing but small talk, never doubts and never stops planning for the future. Agatha’s momentum is even stronger, not a planet but the spinning sun itself, and she fits in Mechanicsburg like a joint in a socket, a nick in a gear, a queen on a throne (which she is.) Gil can’t imagine there was ever a time he didn’t realize she was a Heterodyne. It’s writ in the hum in her voice, the baring of her teeth, the spark in her eyes every time she talks to one of her people. They fit together, too, hand in hand, waltzing across the floor - through the crowds of a gala party or just down the stone hall of the Castle, while Agatha’s tiny clanks chime a tune and Tarvek’s impeccable charm turns any room into a fairy tale ball. And Gil leans against the doorway and watches, because the Storm King and the Heterodyne Girl were prophesied two hundred years ago and Gilgamesh Wulfenbach has spent his entire life, it seems, scrambling to keep up with people who are better than he is. Scrambling to live up, when unaccountably they pause and beckon. Sometimes when Agatha heterodynes in the lab, Tarvek sings along in harmony, scattered arpaggios or nonsense songs about whatever they’re working on. Gil can sing, but he was never trained, never had a natural talent. He just tries.

Tarvek feels left out sometimes. Agatha and Gil…in Paris, it infuriated him that Gil Holzfäller was unceasingly the golden boy of the city, that even the Master paid him special attention. Later he realized that the only person he had ever met, the single person, who truly disliked Gil, was Tweedle. It was the same for Agatha, though there the sole dissident is her own mother, the woman who had tried to destroy Europa. To whom Tarvek had all but given Agatha, the first time they met. The reason for all was obvious: Agatha and Gil are, fundamentally, Heroes, and Tarvek is…not. They dive towards the fight, give like they’ll never run out, and never falter in nerve or hope. They care, so blindingly and obviously that it’s like a target on their chests, like they would pick every crop and mend every scraped knee in Europa if they could. And Gil’s people perk up and work harder when he comes by, not in fear but because they want him to be proud, and every human, clank, and monster in Mechanicsburg would walk into Hell for Agatha. They know she would do the same for them. Then Gil will come home and lean over Agatha’s shoulder with that same virile grace and easy smile, and she’ll look up and return it with a glint in her eye, and Tarvek cannot imagine a course of events in which they are not together, saving each other and the world. He’s the lucky one, that they conceded to keep after rescuing.

Agatha feels left out sometimes. Gil and Tarvek…she has Mechanicsburg, always, but sometimes she is nothing but a hanger-on for the rest. And maybe she should be, because she is the Heterodyne and this is Mechanicsburg and who will protect her monsters if she gets caught up in the troubles of a continent? But also: a continent is larger than a single city, and Gil and Tarvek both read battle plans and economic forecasts, and reports on the bridges in Kyrgyzburg and the newest popular song in Vichy, and connect all of it with the squabbling dukedoms in Moldova and the new meganephron inducers at TPU and figure out where best to build new rail lines without starting so much as a water pistol fight. They were trained for this, raised for this, while Agatha moves forward from sheer momentum and has barely known what she’s doing moment to moment since the von Zinzers mugged her in Beetlesburg. Gil is a rock, reliable and redoubtable, and Tarvek moves the world with wit like a lever, and she is still growing away from being surprised every time she succeeds in something. Worse, though, than every new thing, is every very small old one - when Gil asks Tarvek what side of the bed he’d prefer, or Tarvek cracks a sly smile and a joke about sea salt, and Agatha remembers there is a breadth and depth of history she cannot touch. Even when it turns out the joke is a reference to giant sewer slugs in Paris, a memory only good with the film of nostalgia and affection restored. No joke is ever as good when it’s explained.

Somehow, Europa keeps working, to the mild bemusement of all.

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ok this is a good april fool's joke

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People trying to seduce Agatha/Gil/Tarvek to try and separate what's going to be an insanely powerful trio vs people seducing their way into the ot3 because this polycule is going to be powerful & the want in on that