#we all have our untold stories ( thread )

[henrydryden]

(open starter)

“Acho que mesmo se não conseguirmos descobrir os matches,” Henry deu uma pausa para tomar um gole da sua bebida, “essa experiência valeu a pena, não é?” Ainda estavam no começo da jornada louca, de um puta reality show, algo que ele nunca imaginou que iria fazer parte em toda sua vida, mas só de estar ali em Tulum, rodeado de mulheres gostosas, mesmo sem que pudesse sair da casa... Só aquela vista já valia a pena, pensou olhando por cima do óculos de sol antes de relaxar de volta na espreguiçadeira.

#we all have our untold stories ( thread ) #ayto8:wp

[morhath]

Oh I’m very very interested in your nonfiction book recs 👀

EDIT: ykw I'm gonna make this a little more organized

I listed a bunch in this post (the last question) but lemme see if I have any additions because I know I was kinda trying to keep it short when I wrote that. (But that being said, that post is the Top Faves Of All Time, so go for those first.)

Freaky medical shit I also liked:

The Fever: How Malaria Has Ruled Humankind for 500,000 Years by Sonia Shah

The Barbary Plague: The Black Death in Victorian San Francisco by Marilyn Chase (I just read this a few weeks ago and OOUUUGGHHHHHH IT'S LITERALLY JUST. LIKE THE RESPONSE TO COVID.)

The Ghost Map: The Story of London's Most Terrifying Epidemic—and How It Changed Science, Cities, and the Modern World by Steven Johnson

Political shit I also liked:

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories from the Twenty-First Century edited by Alice Wong

The Viral Underclass: The Human Toll When Inequality and Disease Collide by Steven W. Thrasher

Immigrants, Evangelicals, and Politics in an Era of Demographic Change by Janelle S. Wong

History I also liked:

Triangle: The Fire That Changed America by David Von Drehle

The Hamlet Fire: A Tragic Story of Cheap Food, Cheap Government, and Cheap Lives by Bryant Simon (between those two you can tell I was on a bit of a "workplace tragedies caused by lax regulations and bad management" kick)

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America's Shining Women by Kate Moore (I think everyone knows about this book, including it for completeness)

Promised the Moon: The Untold Story Of The First Women In The Space Race by Stephanie Nolen

The Women's House of Detention: A Queer History of a Forgotten Prison by Hugh Ryan

Butts: A Backstory by Heather Radke (this is nowhere near as fun and cute as you'd assume from the title)

Memoirs I also liked:

The Less People Know About Us: A Mystery of Betrayal, Family Secrets, and Stolen Identity by Axton Betz-Hamilton (I read this before I really got into nonfiction and it was WILD, I tell people about it all the time)

The Best We Could Do by Thi Bui (this one is a graphic not-novel-I-guess-memoir)

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

Other:

Playing Dead: A Journey Through the World of Death Fraud by Elizabeth Greenwood

A False Report: A True Story of Rape in America by Ken Armstrong, T. Christian Miller

Lost Feast: Culinary Extinction and the Future of Food by Lenore Newman

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror by Joe Vallese

AND here are a few on my TBR that I'm really excited for! I decided not to categorize them because they're almost all history:

Silk and Potatoes: Contemporary Arthurian Fantasy by Adam Roberts

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J. Brown

All the Young Men by Ruth Coker Burks

The Kidnapping of Edgardo Mortara by David I. Kertzer (I am actually partway through this right now but in a bit of a dry/confusing section)

The Broadcast 41: Women and the Anti-Communist Blacklist by Carol A. Stabile

The Golden Thread: How Fabric Changed History by Kassia St Clair

A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II by Sonia Purnell (have just barely started this)

Time to Dance, a Time to Die: The Extraordinary Story of the Dancing Plague of 1518 by John Waller

The Memoirs of Lady Hyegyŏng: The Autobiographical Writings of a Crown Princess of Eighteenth-Century Korea by Lady Hyegyeong

Miss Major Speaks: The Life and Times of a Black Trans Revolutionary by Miss Major Griffin-Gracy

Too Hot to Touch: The Problem of High-Level Nuclear Waste by William M. Alley, Rosemarie Alley (I'm in the middle of this but it's surprisingly, um. not exciting.)

Going Postal: Rage, Murder, and Rebellion: From Reagan's Workplaces to Clinton's Columbine and Beyond by Mark Ames

Pressure Cooker: Why Home Cooking Won't Solve Our Problems and What We Can Do About It by Joslyn Brenton, Sinikka Elliott, Sarah Bowen

Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder

The Fabric of Civilization: How Textiles Made the World by Virginia Postrel

Women's Work: The First 20,000 Years Women, Cloth, and Society in Early Times by Elizabeth Wayland Barber

Medieval Gentlewoman: Life in a Gentry Household in the Later Middle Ages by Ffiona Swabey

Hitler's First Victims: The Beginning of the Holocaust and One Man's Fight to End It by Timothy W. Ryback

I am soso normal and have very normal interests that are not at all grim :)

#long post #life #reading #books #tempestclerics #my book recs

[cnnmairoll]

twirls hair HEY MAI !!! IMMA REQUEST SMTH RQ IF U DONT MIND,,, IM IN DESPERATE NEED OF LUOCHA CONTENT

PREMISE IS BASICALLY LIKE. JUST SECRET ADMIRER (LUOCHA IS ADMIRER), MAYBE HAVE THEM BOTH BE MERCHANTS ?? IDK IMMA LEAVE MOST OF THE LIBERTIES TO U 🫰

CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT U COME UP WITH!! THANK U IN ADVANCE 🙏🙏

Luocha's Hidden Affection

Pairing : Luocha x Merchant!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Hey Illu!! ty for requesting this i love writing for Luocha ^^!! But I'm not sure how you want me to write it so this is what I come up with, hope you like it though ><;

In a galaxy painted with the hues of countless stars, where celestial currents carried whispers of stories untold, you and Luocha found yourselves bound by fate's gentle threads. Beyond the stellar seas, you were two wandering merchants, traversing the cosmos in pursuit of trade and adventure. Coincidence, it seemed, was your constant companion, as you both continually gravitated towards the same planets, like celestial bodies orbiting a shared center.

The bond between you and Luocha transcended spoken words. It was a comfort found in the silence shared while gazing at foreign skies, in the camaraderie forged over cups of intergalactic tea. Each encounter brought with it a sense of familiarity, a connection that defied the vast expanse that separated your worlds.

But what you didn't know was that Luocha's heart held a secret—a secret that bloomed like a delicate nebula within him. He was your secret admirer, a quiet observer who had fallen for your spirit, your laughter, and the way your eyes sparkled with the same curiosity that ignited his own. With every coin exchanged and every tale swapped, he found himself falling deeper into an emotion he could barely grasp.

Subtle hints, like stardust, he scattered in your path. His words carried an undertone of warmth, his gaze lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary, and every now and then, a small token of his affection found its way into your possession. A rare gem from a distant asteroid, a delicate bloom that flourished in the harshest of environments—each gift whispered a sentiment he hadn't yet dared to voice.

One day, as you both stood beneath the shimmering canopy of a foreign sky, Luocha's usually eloquent words faltered. It was an accidental confession, brought forth by the cosmos itself. "You know," he began, his voice soft like stardust on a gentle breeze, "these planets... they must envy us. For we get to witness each other's journeys, no matter how vast the galaxies that separate us."

Caught off guard by the vulnerability in his tone, you turned to meet his gaze. There, amidst the constellations that painted the heavens, you saw something more profound—a reflection of emotions mirrored in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, realization dawning like a distant sun cresting the horizon.

"I suppose they would," you replied, your own heart finding resonance with his words. "After all, our paths always seem to cross."

A smile, tender and unguarded, graced Luocha's lips. "Perhaps it's not mere coincidence. Perhaps the stars themselves conspire to bring us together."

The air seemed to hum with anticipation, the universe holding its breath as your gazes lingered, locked in a moment that transcended time and space. 

In the ever-expansive tapestry of the cosmos, your journeys continued intertwined. Planets and stars, asteroids and nebulae—each celestial body witnessed your shared adventures. Luocha's presence in your life became a constant, a familiar star that guided you through the uncharted reaches of space.

As your companionship deepened, so did the subtlety of Luocha's gestures. He would share tidbits of his own stories, snippets of his past that he carefully unveiled like ancient artifacts. His vulnerability in these moments was a testament to the trust he had in you, the person who had unknowingly captured his heart.

He would surprise you with small tokens—crystals that shimmered like captured starlight, intricately carved trinkets that told stories of forgotten civilizations, and pressed flowers from planets that bloomed in colors beyond the human spectrum. Each gift held a piece of his essence, an unspoken confession woven into the fabric of the universe.

Conversations under star-strewn skies evolved into stolen moments amidst bustling intergalactic markets, where your laughter mingled with the hum of alien tongues. Luocha's admiration for your spirit only grew, his eyes tracing the arc of your laughter as if it were a constellation he could map. His presence, once comforting, had become essential—a constant that tethered you both amidst the swirling currents of space.

Yet, despite the connection that deepened with every shared adventure, neither of you dared to breach the unspoken boundaries of your companionship. The space between friendship and something more felt both tantalizingly close and impossibly distant. The universe held its breath, waiting for the moment when the delicate balance would shift.

It was on a planet cloaked in hues of violet and indigo that fate, once again, conspired to steer your paths. Amidst a garden of bioluminescent blooms, Luocha presented you with a delicate orb—a vessel filled with shimmering stardust. "A piece of the cosmos," he said softly, his voice a melody that resonated in the air.

You turned the orb in your hands, the stardust dancing like captured fireflies. It was in this ethereal moment that a sudden realization bloomed—an understanding that transcended words. The delicate dance of your gazes, the unspoken confessions woven through time and space—it all led to this pivotal point.

"Luocha," you began, your voice a whisper carried by the wind. "Have you ever considered that maybe the universe has been trying to tell us something all along?"

His gaze met yours, a universe of emotions swirling within. "Perhaps the universe is wiser than we give it credit for," he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

And then, like a meteor streaking across the sky, the boundaries you had both tiptoed around became mere echoes of hesitation. With a tender certainty, Luocha's hand found yours, fingers intertwining like destinies finally aligned. The universe held its breath once more, this time witnessing a moment that had been written in the stars—their secret language understood by hearts that dared to leap.

The cosmos rejoiced in your shared confession, stars pulsating with newfound brilliance as if celebrating a union woven from stardust and whispered dreams. Your love story was a melody sung by celestial bodies, a dance performed across the canvas of infinity.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #luocha hsr #luocha x reader #hsr luocha #luocha #honkai star rail luocha #star rail #honkai star rail fluff

[foone]

The Four Candles

I got kicked out of the SCP foundation after wasting over 80 million dollars to contain an artifact that I genuinely thought was incredibly dangerous. It was a set of candles in a gold frame, which never burnt down and could not be extinguished. Just weird, right?

(reposting of a formerly-twitter thread where I made up an SCP fanfic joke, under the readmore)

That's what we all thought and it was simply kept in a safety glass box in one of the many warehouses of weird things, until The First Event. January, 1981, it's being moved as part of a cleanup and someone notices its changed: one of the candles is out.

We'd previously tried sticking this thing in a vacuum, under water, smothering it in CO2 or in a pile of asbestos… Nothing. You can't snuff out these candles. And one just went off while no one is looking? That can't be good.

So obviously we have to upgrade this thing in severity. Out of the warehouse, into a separate containment area, and we do endless tests. Nope, we can't relight it. We tried.

But now we've got 24/7 redundant monitoring, cameras and guards, we've got water and fire and everything else on hand in case another event happens and we need to try to douse or relight it in a hurry.

And we wait. Endless beta tapes (and later, hard drives) are filled up with footage of these candles burning unchangingly. Guards get assigned to watch it and then retire a decade later, having never seen it change.

But 20 years into observation, a second candle just goes out, without any fuss. We hit every panic button we can find.

Endless studies are done. This thing was found in a ruin in North West England? Send every researcher we can spare there. Are there any legends or folklore or stories or ANYTHING about this?

Because it took 20 years to go from 3 to 2. We can do math. If this thing is counting down at a steady pace, we have only 40 years to get ready for the last candle to go out.

And we don't know what happens then.

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe there will be nothing left.

We work backwards; we only found the candles in the 70s, but if it goes down by a candle every two decades, then maybe it was created in the early 60s? We search for any clues about what might have happened in the 1960s in Manchester and Liverpool.

I'm on the ground with another field researcher when I get a message that we're all being recalled, immediately. No explanation.

I get back to the foundation site and all my researchers are being reassigned. My boss wants to talk to me. I check the candle monitoring site on my phone: we're still on two. I'm confused.

I enter my boss's office. It's uncharacteristically dark. She slides me a printout, on fan fold paper still with the little dot matrix tractor holes along the sides. It's an email.

Another researcher had a random hunch, and looked into the monitoring records, specifically as to when the second candle went out. November 29th, 2001. And the previous one was unknown, but happened sometime between December 1st, 1980 and mid-January 1981.

My boss asks if these dates look familiar to me, and if I listen to much music.

I think I may know. She tells me they were able to confirm the second event happened within 5 minutes of the time of death.

The candles are going back in the warehouse, and only a simple webcam will be used to monitor for the next event, just in case it proves us wrong.

And she gives me a lecture about how the purpose of the SCP Foundation is to secure, contain, and protect... From dangerous anomalous artifacts and people and places. Things that break all our scientific theories and could cause untold devastation if they get loose...

NOT A MAGIC CANDLE THAT TELLS YOU HOW MANY LIVING BEATLES THERE ARE IN THE WORLD AT THE MOMENT.

#my writing #SCP

[nocturnalfrenzy]

Is Brokeback Mountain a True Story?

Brokeback Mountain directed by Taiwanese director Ang Lee saw the theatres in the year 2005. Primarily, a romantic-drama set in old west theme introduces us to two American cowboys Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar; the story takes us through their terrain like lives after they meet in 1963 while working as sheep herders on pastures of Brokeback Mountain. The film keeping their relationship at its core threads various phases of Jack and Ennis lives as they ride ahead. The depiction of Homosexuals in a Homophobic society makes it first one of its kind.

Ang Lee won his first Academy Award as Best Director for this movie. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger gave two brilliant performances in their respective roles each demanding attention when on-screen, the cast also consisted names like Anne Hathaway, Michelle Willaims, David Harbour, Kate Mara.

Is Brokeback Mountain based on a true story?

The technically correct answer to this question would be a ‘NO’, the movie was adapted from a short story penned by Pulitzer fame American novelist Annie Proulx, the screenplay being written by Larry McMurty and Diana Ossana.

Fictionally the story is about these two characters and their love and journey of twenty years from 1963 to 1983 but it in actuality it’s the untold stories of all those Jack and Ennis that really existed in the fog of homophobic society.

In the early 1960s to late 1990s homosexuality was dangerous notion to have in U.S, several hate crimes that occurred in these times are the alibi of the aforementioned statement until 2003 when Lawrence vs Texas case brought a change in the laws. Jack and Ennis discover each other sexually, emotionally on Brokeback Mountain in Wyoming and keep seeing each other secretly in the name of fishing trips to hide from everyone. Duality in their lives makes the viewer a part of their journey since many of us live in duality, they prioritize responsibilities over love. Each of two leads get married to a woman but finding them in the want of each other’s company; the excitement in the body language and eyes of characters when they meet tells us all we need to know. Each of characters have different stands; Jack being more confident wants to have a life with Ennis divorcing his wife whereas Ennis even though divorced is afraid of the thorns of society they live in. In one scene Ennis says “If this things grabs hold of us again in wrong place, wrong time, then we are dead” all the while thinking about the thought process of his late homophobic father.

As the story rolls ahead both of them finds it difficult to maintain their dual lives showing the frustration and fits of rage in various altercations they have, both Jack and Ennis are distanced from their respective wives. Even through the tough times their love and emotional connection stays strong but they are not able live it to fullest. They live of the moments they spent together in Brokeback Mountain as Jack mentions aptly in a scene “All we have is Brokeback Mountain”. Since Brokeback Mountain stays as only standing proof of their relationship. The sexuality of the characters take a side seat while the film focuses on the mental struggle a homosexual person went through in those times.

The grounded and mature depiction of homosexual characters brings it more close to reality. In popular culture gay men are imagined of possessing flamboyant characteristics and being effeminate but in this film the characters don’t clad any of this colorful traits. So it seems Jack and Ennis could be anywhere or anyone hiding from the mindset of our social structure of this world we all belong to willingly or unwillingly. Once Ennis gets the knowledge about Jack’s death is taken aback and imagines him getting killed in the same way his father had described killing a homosexual person. This imagination of his brings forth the fear Ennis had in him throughout the story. The screenplay keeps the viewer guessing the validity of his imagination hence asking ourselves whether he died because of a hate crime or an accident, sadly the former option seeming more probable. In broader spectrum answering the big question that even though the film is fictional the building blocks are picked from reality of many homosexual men in those time periods.

#movie brokebackmountain moviethoughts homophobia realityorimaginary loveislove crimeonlove film cinema thoughts mytakeonmovie #movies #film #cinema #homophobia #cowboys #thoughts #movie thoughts #movie explained #loveislove #slotted angle racks #ang lee #jake gylenhall #heath ledger #writer on tumblr #philosophy #movie history

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

I’ve decided to throw my two bits into the ring on what order the remaining Light Novels are going to get adapted into the anime, since I was right about Untold Origins getting adapted for S4. Only very minor spoilers below, and none about the actual ongoing the-Agency-was-framed plot in the anime.

To exposit for anime-onlys, Bungo Stray Dogs currently has eight light novels:

Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam (this is the Azure Messenger case with Kunikida) Dark Era (this was adapted at the beginning of S2) Untold Origins of the Detective Agency (this was adapted at the beginning of S4) 55 Minutes (this is a case that explores ability limitations) Dead Apple (I’m not explaining Dead Apple) BEAST (this is an AU where everything is not where it should be) Fifteen (this was adapted at the beginning of S3) Stormbringer (this is a story about Chuuya)

As of right now, only three of the eight LNs have yet to be animated. Dark Era, Fifteen, and Untold Origins were all mini-arcs at the start of the second, third, and fourth seasons respectively, and Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam was kind of awkwardly shoehorned into the first season with most of Dazai’s role in it stripped out. Dead Apple got its own movie. As of now, our options of LNs to adapt are Stormbringer, 55 Minutes, and BEAST. 

First off, I think BEAST is inapplicable. It got a live-action recently, they’re going to wait a while before they animate it, if they ever animate it at all. Which LN gets adapted into a mini-arc at the beginning of each season also seems to rely somewhat on tying it back to the current thread of that season, and other than the entire BEAST world being sourced from The Book, and its focus on Shin Soukoku, it won’t have anything to do with the ongoing arc.

Secondly, I think Stormbringer is unlikely to ever be adapted as a mini-arc at all, if the animation studio is being even slightly reasonable. I’m as eager to see Chuuya’s backstory play out on screen as anyone else, of course, but the fact of the matter is that Stormbringer is by far the longest LN yet. As far as the official English translations go, the median page count is 187, with Fifteen coming in at the shortest, with 152 pages. Stormbringer's page count is 340. It’s almost twice as thick as every other LN of the bunch. If they wanted to do that story even the slightest bit of justice and not compress it until it’s unrecognizable, they’d have to spread the “mini” arc out over half the season OR make it into an independent movie like Dead Apple. My vote is make a movie... so BONES, if you’re listening-

Thirdly, we have 55 Minutes. This is the one I see as most likely for them to adapt as S5′s mini-arc, if they even do one at all. They might not. 55 Minutes is centered around the actual scientific limitations of Abilities and Ability-users, and how those two things interact, and how various Abilities can interact and clash, etc. It also focuses heavily on Shin Soukoku, which will be relevant to this arc for reasons that anime-onlys will probably discover somewhere around the S5 finale. Eh, if you paid attention to the S4 opening, you’ll probably be able to guess why already.

So, yeah. My best scientific guess is 55 Minutes for Season 5, followed by a Stormbringer movie, and then maybe BEAST sometime somewhere when they get around to it.

#Bungou Stray Dogs #BSD

[xeilon]

Will Luz and the Crew travel back in time (once again)?

I thought about this a lot since the day the new episode came out, and I think I might have an idea what's to come in the next to episodes. Time Travel! Don't believe me? Let's see the evidence:

I don't know what the future holds, but it would be great if you were in it

The sentence that all Lumity fans died over, just a little bit, also the heaviest foreshadowing the show might have ever done. There might be a future with no Luz in it. During "Thanks to Them" Luz made a huge decision, which is that she will not return to the Boiling Isles, after "causing" it's fall, and the Collectors rise.

We ARE playing The Owl House here you know

The Owl House, which is a TV series, but is actually a lot more than that. It's the heart of the creators working on it, it's hope to many more. It's stories told and untold, a tale seemingly never ending. It's the life and memories of the Isles.

So, a game named the Owl House? Which needs an ISLAND worth of players? I'm sure in some way it's going to be connected to the past and our heroes going to influence that past. But in what ways?

Portals and Clawthornes

Currently, we know of two Clawthornes who entered the Human realm in one way or another, and we know one of them, Eda, used a portal created by none other than Philip Wittebane. But how did the portal end up in the Clawthornes backyard? And why didn't Philip use it, if it was done, how did he even lose it? And most importantly, how did Evelyn get to the Human realm?

This is where I'm going back to Luz and her inevitable self-destruction. Luz feels terribly guilty of what happened in the past, when she taught Philip the light spell. Guilty enough to decide to never go back to the Boiling Isles, in fact.

Now let's say that Luz, with these thoughts in her head, fully aware that whatever she does in the past is going to effect the future, sees Philip, barely older than in "Elsewhere and Elsewhen" with a finished portal door? The portal door that she came though to the Demon Realm?

If the portal was lost, there would be no "Emperor Belos", no Collector playing with people's lives, Eda wouldn't have almost died, no, she wouldn't even have her curse, since there would be no covens, probably. If Luz hasn't thought Philip the light spell, everything would be Perfect.

And if Luz never entered the Demon Realm, she would have never even met him. She would take the portal with her, hide it, somewhere safe, so no one can find it ever again. She would hide it, but someone would see it. A young girl holding a half carved palismen, made out of red wood. She would dig the portal out, intrigued, take it home, maybe.

She would use it, years later, to walk through worlds, and then, she would meet a young man named Caleb.

Ultimately she would be confronted by her friends. How did Evelyn get a portal? Where were you in that memory Luz? Why are you hiding away now? Why are you trying to create a future, in which we never meet? A FUTURE THAT YOU ARE NOT A PART OF?

Embracing a story cut short

Finally Luz would have to look at all the people around her. Hunter, who only exists because Belos walked down on the path he did. Willow, who's parents met because of the coven system. Thinks of Vee, who would never find Camila. "Evelyn Clawthorne" she hears. Eda. Who would not exist without Caleb coming to this world. And King, who is left alone on that desolated Island, with no mother to come and take him home.

She realizes, that it matters. Her being here matters. No matter how the story goes now, no matter the Collector, or Belos, or whatever stupid situation they find themselves in soon. What matters is that these stories had a chance to be told in the first place. These stories found an audience, while those people found friends, and family, and home, and they lived, and they fought, and they will continue to fight on.

For the Future

You might have read the twitter thread, where Dana says that the cancellation of the Owl House took the plot to somewhere unexpected, but amazing nonetheless. That she's thinking about bringing TOH back in comic form. Continuing to fight, for these stories must be told.

"For the Future" is the title (according to a leak that guessed "Thanks to Them" too) of the second episode of the third season that was cut short. Yes, the Owl House is cancelled. It is coming to an end soon, but we can't be hung up on the past. We have to embrace and love the series as it is now, and as what it's becoming, because of it's time running out.

Luz and Co are going to put the portal in Eda's backyard. Let her find it, let her find Luz, in the Future. They can figure things out from there, together, leaving no one behind.

#the owl house #toh #the owl house season 3 #toh s3 #the owl house theory #toh theory #toh time travel theory #toh spoilers #toh s3 spoilers #thanks to them #luz noceda #my beautiful one way ticket to the closest mental hospital laid out for all the world to see what a great day this is #I have an exam in less than 10 hours and I haven't learned a word yet #i'm leaving on the clownified profile pic just because of this

[words-by-rach]

In the tender days of my twelfth year, life was an open book filled with dreams and boundless hope. It was a time when every sunrise held the promise of adventure, and the world was an undiscovered treasure waiting to be unearthed.

But then, with the whisper of destiny's hand, the melody of my life took an unexpected turn. It was a typical day, the sun casting its warm embrace over our beautiful, cozy home. My parents gathered me and my dear sibling with a curious mixture of excitement and melancholy in their eyes. They revealed a decision that would forever alter the course of my life – we were to leave everything behind and embark on a journey to a distant place, a place as unfamiliar as the constellations in the night sky.

The announcement landed upon me like a comet in the night sky, illuminating the path ahead but also shrouded in an aura of mystery. The world I knew, the friends I held dear, and the familiarity of our home would soon be memories etched in the sands of time.

The day of our departure arrived, and it was a day of poignant farewells. Our old home, the keeper of our laughter, stories, and dreams, was now a distant vision in the rearview mirror. Childhood memories had taken root and blossomed beneath its sheltering roof.

Our new destination was a land entirely unlike the one we had known before, both in terms of geography and culture. I found myself in a world that made me feel like a unique note in an unfamiliar symphony. My brown skin, once a source of pride, was now a noticeable marker that set me apart. I struggled to comprehend my own identity in this alien setting.

In the early days of our arrival, awkwardness became my constant companion. I fumbled through the customs and norms of this new world, searching for my place amidst the unfamiliar. The feeling of being an outsider was a shadow I couldn't escape, casting doubts upon my self-worth.

Yet, amid the swirling currents of change, there were whispers of grace. In those moments of self-doubt and insecurity, I heard a quiet voice, like a gentle breeze, reminding me that I was "fearfully and wonderfully made." The truth slowly unfurled before me, like the petals of a fragile flower. I began to appreciate the unique beauty of my brown skin, embracing it as a gift.

As the days passed, I uncovered my place in this new world. I found friends who saw beyond the surface, who accepted me for the person I was. Life, I realized, was a journey, an ever-evolving story. The past held its influence, but I held the pen to write my own narrative.

Today, life stands before me like a novel, with pages unturned and stories yet untold. The challenges of the past have become stepping stones on the path to understanding the beauty of change, the power of diversity, and the exquisite courage of being unapologetically myself. And through it all, hints of divine grace have been woven like a golden thread, guiding me on this remarkable journey.

- Rachael

#literature quotes #deep thoughts #writers and poets #poetry #literature #words #life #change #a new start #reminders #God #Beautiful world #difficulties

[debong29]

The Day our paths crossed: A reflection on the Analogy.” Lockdown Litanies: Countless Untold Stories” an Essay by Dave Pilotin

First of all, it was fascinating how the author created these unique stories. Although the plotlines and conclusions of each of these stories differ, they all teach us that even though we may every once in a while feel hopeless, we should never give up and lose confidence and trust because better days will eventually come. Instead, we should simply hold on and make progress every day, even if it's only tiny steps.

The first poem which is “Dear Diary” I felt something as I was reading this poem. “Got stuck in front of my screen and became distant from people I know.” I picked this line because it was honestly relatable. Life is like that, there are times that you have to go through the lows in order to appreciate the highs in life. You are going to lose people in your life and that’s okay too. “Move away and discover a world on my own.” This line has struck me the most, the author did not lose hope but instead they found a way to end the toxic cycle and heal themselves. You Are Enough by Sleeping At Last, The reason I chose this song is because even though we might felt like our lives are really messed up or we are having a hard time, we must always believe that we will always be enough.

As I read the “The Tale of a Modern Sisyphus,” I realized that the first part was all about royalties as it was mentioned ‘Every girl’s dream to wear the most coveted crown’ Then on the last line of the part one, I think the narrator are judging the women who’s competing as they said ‘Haven’t seen a woman who’s clearly a ten– let alone the judges; they chose a far less seven.’ On the second part, I really like the line ‘A burden is less felt when carried together.’ It is true because you have someone to talk to about it or depend on them unlike when you’re alone, you’d have to do it all by yourself. I have two songs in mind for this poem, You're Beautiful by James Blunt as I believe that every girl should have a crowned and we should empower women more and Lego House by Ed Sheeran because the part ‘I'll pick you up when you're getting down’ in Lego House is all about not being alone and also depending to others.

The third part of this anthology, “O’ Yayi (A Prose Poem)” made me think at first that it would be just like other poems about soldiers or World War II. However, as I reached the end of O’ Yayi, I never expected it to be so heartbreaking. The man loved Yayi for years and never left her side, he was actually the definition of a perfect husband that every woman could ask for. That's why it was upsetting that he was never valued by Yayi and even forgot all about him but he still loved her so much. I could not think of a better song than Joji’s Glimpse of Us because it was also about the person being in a relationship even though they still loved their past lover and always remember a glimpse of them with their ex.

As for the fourth part, “Two Red Laces on the Wonderwall,” A poem about two people in love. “Tried my luck with several men, but you felt like home, where I belong.” This actually shows what love really is because even if you tried denying it or running away from it, your love for someone will never change. When I first read the title of this poem, I felt like the ‘Two Red Laces’ was like the ‘Red Thread of Fate’. This poem reminds me of Naked by James Arthur especially on the last line that says ‘All because of you, I bare my soul.’ is similar in the song, ‘I’m standing here naked,’ as both of the lines are about taking risks and giving everything now to their partner.

The fifth part of this anthology, “Umbilical” is about an unborn child who felt the mother’s pain. ‘The pain she suffered just for me to see.’ This line definitely explained well how our mother always sacrifices everything, it doesn’t matter if it might kill her or make her suffer because as long as it’s for her children, the mother would do it. ‘Drained herself to save me from misery’ and ‘Wrinkles, fragile bones, gaunt face in plain sight’. I love the way the author made the lines so perfect and beautiful in every way. The song “You're Gonna Be” by Reba McEntire ‘Life has no guarantees but always loved by me. You’re gonna be me, always loved by me’ This shows how much a mother can love her child, it’s always and forever.

Moving along to the sixth part, “RE: Paper.” Honestly, when I was reading this poem, it was really confusing yet it was also interesting. I believe that it demonstrates our current living situation. It’s difficult to find a job and not only that, our school life is also affected as we are forced to adapt to online classes and modular work. The poem had a line that said, ‘Teachers must upskill on how to implement these competencies for student development’ " and I agree since sometimes it is the teachers who are to blame when students struggle with their studies. That’s why I chose Teacher Teacher for this poem.

For the seventh poem which is “3 A.M Awakening,” I feel like this piece is a person experiencing an extreme emotion that’s why he needed to be calm. ‘Breathe as if it’s easy to do today’ although breathing is an involuntary movement, there are days that it can be harder to breathe especially when you’re stressed out or even when angry. ‘People hold truth in fiery tongues and spit’ How the author constructed this line is really good as there are situations when people are expressing the truth but saying it incorrectly can affect the truth. “Breathin” by Ariana Grande is the song I believe fits on poem perfectly, ‘I can so overcomplicate, people tell me to medicate’ this line made me feel like it was related to one of the lines of the poem, ‘Heaven spoke lies to me telling I’m sick with people’s daggering every inch’.

As I read the eighth poem, “My frail lady,” It was very clear that the poem was all about a girl who committed suicide. The moment I read ‘The most beautiful suicide’ and the name ‘Evelyn Mchale’ I instantly know who she is as I already read the article before, it was about a girl who jumped off the 86th-floor observation deck of the Empire State Building. ‘Freedom at long last upon here long, quiet pause,’ this line at first was light to read but as I was reading it over and over again, I realized how dark this line is because she finally got her freedom after a long pause which is passing away. A song that I could relate this piece to is “Goodbye I'm Sorry” by Jamestown Story, ‘So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears.’ The girl from this poem actually has one wish which is to have no service and remembrance for her.

For the last poem in this anthology, “Major Arcana,” I could not really get what the poem is all about at first as all I think is that it was about Tarot Card as there were 6 cards all of that was from the Tarot Card. For me, I believe that each card from the poem represents happenings in our lives. It shows difficulties but also hope for each card, ‘You silently sit on the storm you created for yourself.’ This line from the poem shows that the storms we created are the results of most of our bad decisions that we make and for that I chose Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles because even though we might face difficulties in our daily lives, it’s also important to believe that everything will be okay.

In Conclusion, after reading this anthology, it was clear that each poem was unique from the others, thus to sum it up. However, I truly like how distinct and fascinating each of their individual stories is. The poem "Umbilical," which shows how strong our mothers are and how their love for their family always comes first, is my favorite in this collection. This Anthology also enabled me to view things from a different perspective. Some of the stories even convinced me that because we are all flawed, it is normal to make mistakes and that what matters is what we do next—are we going to strive for improvement or reject change? The author(s) of this anthology should be extremely proud of their work because it is well-made and built.

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Yet Pelosi’s process was all about speed. In an early meeting, she and her allies had persuaded caucus leaders to move quickly and focus on the Ukraine allegations, foregoing deep dives into other Trump misdeeds. That meant leaving behind probes and public hearings about Trump allegedly obstructing justice, profiting off the Oval Office, doling out pardons for political favors and paying off women alleging affairs with him during his 2016 campaign.

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The Ukraine-only mandate had caused tension — and regret — with some top Democrats. Maryland Rep. Jamie Raskin, a former professor of constitutional law, had tried to warn Pelosi and her team that the Ukraine saga was too complex for the public to comprehend. That Democrats should expand their inquiry to include Trump’s violations of the Constitution’s prohibition of a president profiting off the Oval Office, which he thought voters could better digest. Others were concerned that the party was leaving serious Trump-related allegations on the cutting room floor — allegations that would paint a fuller picture of an unhinged and unethical man in the West Wing.

This piece trying to sell that Pelosi was wrong to be skeptical of impeachment but gotta say it’s not convincing me. Yeah man I’m sure that the republican moderates would have been convinced if you’d filled out a few more forms. Wonder what the general opinion on the impeachment is at this point

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“Antes que você diga alguma coisa,” ele avisou assim que ela se aproximou dele após o nome dela ter sido anunciado como a escolha pro encontro. Não era a estratégia que ele mesmo havia dito ser a melhor, mas ir para um encontro com Liv nas atuais circunstâncias não parecia uma ótima ideia. Além disso, Spencer já havia escolhido Dilara, e eles haviam sentado juntos na cerimônia ─ ambos também pareciam juntos romanticamente, então se não fosse um match, talvez precisassem saber logo e conhecer o resto das pessoas ─ então já tinha um casal óbvio pra cabine. “Eu realmente acho que você pode ser meu match, S.” Existiam muitos motivos pelo qual Serena não poderia ser seu match também, mas ao mesmo tempo ele tinha falado que precisava de alguém que entendesse a importância do contato físico. Não era que ele não quisesse a parte do relacionamento quieta e calma dentro de casa ─ ele queria. Porém, ele queria ainda mais alguém que estivesse disposto a ir em todas as loucuras com ele ─ fosse não dormir depois de trinta e seis horas de balada ou uma viagem pro Hawaii inesperada pra surfar. Talvez o maior dos problemas entre eles fosse o fato de que Serena havia falado que tinha ido ali pelo dinheiro, e ele tinha seus problemas com quem dava essa priorização ao dinheiro ─ ele mais do que ninguém sabia como dinheiro era bom, mas se ele perdesse tudo que tinha, ela ainda gostaria de estar com ele? Bem, levando em conta os dois, talvez eles nem acabassem juntos. “E não, eu não pensei com o meu pinto dessa vez,” ele afirmou, oferecendo a mão para ela. “Você sabe cozinhar? Eu não sou um cozinheiro tão ruim.” ( @serenaischaos​ )

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In Cyberfeminism Index, hackers, scholars, artists, and activists of all regions, races and sexual orientations consider how humans might reconstruct themselves by way of technology. When learning about internet history, we are taught to focus on engineering, the military-industrial complex, and the grandfathers who created the architecture and protocol, but the internet is not only a network of cables, servers, and computers. It is an environment that shapes and is shaped by its inhabitants and their use.

The creation and use of the Cyberfeminism Index is a social and political act. It takes the name cyberfeminism as an umbrella, complicates it, and pushes it into plain sight. Edited by designer, professor, and researcher Mindy Seu, it includes more than 700 short entries of radical techno-critical activism in a variety of media, including excerpts from academic articles and scholarly texts; descriptions of hackerspaces, digital rights activist groups, and bio-hacktivism; and depictions of feminist net art and new media art. 

Both a vital introduction for laypeople and a robust resource guide for educators, Cyberfeminism Index—an anti-canon, of sorts—celebrates the multiplicity of practices that fall under this imperfect categorization and makes visible cyberfeminism’s long-ignored origins and its expansive legacy. 

“You can use it as a reference, follow a thread, or just access it at random and it delivers wit and wisdom from over three decades of one of the most politically and intellectually challenging movements of our era. What happens between sexed flesh and gendered tech? More than ever we all need to know." —McKenzie Wark, author of A Hacker Manifesto

“This is an archive perfectly suited to its material: at ease with impermanence, richly appreciative of contradiction, and expansive in scope. Mindy Seu and her cohort of collaborators celebrate the polyrhythmic chorus of voices that have made cyberfeminist thought so delightfully difficult to define—and invite new, kaleidoscopic reinterpretations of our last three decades of life online." —Claire L. Evans, author of Broad Band: The Untold Story of the Women Who Made the Internet

“The Cyberfeminism Index celebrates, troubles, and critiques the histories and futures of struggle against networked patriarchy—from its first libidinous eruptions to tenacious tactical disruptions and mutations. For theorists and hegemony hackers alike the Index offers an inspirational and educational resource for the urgent work of glitching and decolonizing intersectional internets now." —Ruth Catlow, founder of Furtherfield 

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Wanna be Friends?

The scratchy blue pen bled ink onto the lined notebook, leaving a trail of loopy handwriting. "Wanna be friends?" I scrawled beneath the meticulously drawn picture of a lopsided cat with a heart on its tail. It was a bold move, considering the object of my affection hadn't spoken a word to me in all of first grade.

Ethan was a mystery, a boy perpetually lost in a world of comic books, his unruly brown hair framing hazel eyes that held a universe of stories untold. He sat across from me in Ms. Henderson's class, a solitary figure amidst the sea of giggling girls and boisterous boys.

My friendship note, delivered with trembling hands, was met with a surprised blink. Hesitantly, he unfolded the paper, his lips twitching into a smile at the sight of the wonky cat. A shy nod was his reply, a silent pact forged between two lonely souls in a sea of rambunctious first graders.

The years that followed were a tapestry woven with whispered secrets during recess, shared lunches filled with stolen french fries, and afternoons spent sprawled on my living room floor, lost in a world of superheroes and fantastical creatures. Ethan wasn't just my best friend; he was my confidante, the keeper of my dreams and the soother of my childhood fears.

Our lives diverged in high school. I was drawn to the bright lights of the debate team, while Ethan found solace in the quiet solitude of the art club. Yet, the invisible thread of friendship remained, stretched thin but never breaking. We celebrated each other's triumphs from afar, our shared smiles across the crowded cafeteria acknowledging a bond that transcended fleeting trends and teenage angst.

College was a whirlwind of new experiences, new friends, and new challenges. Distance, however, couldn't dim the warmth of our connection. Late-night phone calls filled with nervous laughter and heartfelt advice became a lifeline amidst the chaos of exams and dorm room meltdowns.

Graduation day, a bittersweet symphony of endings and beginnings, found us standing side by side, a familiar comfort amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Life pushed us in different directions – me to a bustling city with a demanding career, him to a quaint coastal town where he chased his dream of becoming an artist.

The miles couldn't erase the spark that still flickered between us. Birthday cards with silly doodles, late-night texts filled with nostalgia for simpler times, and annual weekend getaways were our way of keeping the flame alive. Years passed, marked by laughter lines around our eyes and a deepening understanding that transcended words.

One crisp autumn evening, while revisiting our old elementary school playground, the question hung heavy in the air: "Wanna be more than friends?" It wasn't quite the same as the scrawled note on lined paper years ago, but it held the weight of years of unspoken affection.

Ethan's smile, brighter than the setting sun, was all the answer I needed. The lopsided cat with a heart on its tail may have been a childhood memory, but the love story it unknowingly started had blossomed into something beautiful and enduring. The first grade girl who dared to ask "Wanna be friends?" had finally found her forever in the boy who loved comic books.

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On the Subject of Religion and Rot: Part 4

Part 1 is here. A short story about the Elder, a mushroom hivemind that is devouring the World Tree.

It was Azar’s hesitation that ruined everything. She had tried so, so hard to make sure this wouldn’t kill anyone else. The horrid epiphany that she wasn’t alone froze her to the spot. Yet it was that same horror that spurred Cyra into action, lunging for Azar and ripping the flint from her hands. It skidded across the floor, and her heart leapt to her through with the fear it would spark and set the World Tree ablaze. But the flint was safely scooped up by Wickburn. 

Cyra commanded him to run, but he was rooted to the spot. And as Azar’s dagger slashed through her arm and the Elder lit up with the hunger of fresh blood, she realized why. Thin mycelium crawled in glowing glyphs across his skin, feeding into the rest of the Elder. And yet he was still animated and breathing. Cyra and Azar recoiled from the man martyring himself. 

Above, the dark clouds of spores rolled uneasily, thunder echoing through the hollow World Tree as the synapses of the Elder fired. Wickburn poured his desperate prayers into the hivemind, terrified his warning would go unheeded. Otherworldly images and emotions flashed through his brain, incomprehensible and ephemeral. His binds were so fragile, thin threads offering only tenuous connection to his god. A lightning storm gathered within the World Tree. The Elder was a whir of susurrations, a chorus of innumerable voices tangled in a writhing knot he couldn’t even begin to unravel. It felt like drowning, and Wickburn clutched the flint as a lifeline, vowing to protect his god to his dying breath. 

Azar lunged, realizing the obstacle to the obliteration of the Elder could not flee. But Cyra guarded Wickburn, easily overpowering the weakened arsonist. But she didn’t have to be strong to kill them all; one spark in the midst of the spores and the fire would devour everything. “We will all be immolated,” Wickburn said softly. 

“We’re already dying,” Azar hissed. “Your god is killing both of us, and you’re so blinded by zealotry you welcome it. This way I’m taking the source of corruption with me.” 

“And everything else alongside It,” Cyra snapped. “Should you burn Her, nothing will be left to hold the world! You would bring untold death. The heavens would crash down upon us all, stars unleashing inferno as they plummeted to-” 

Struggling to escape her grip, Azar hissed pure venom. “You can speak to me of heaven and hell all you like, but I’ve seen too many people starve while food was left to rot here.” 

“What does it matter if it means the Elder eats cattle instead of the pillar of existence? It’s our only delay till the last of the World Tree is consumed, and yet you would kill us all now!” She clamped down on the hysterics in her voice, trying to sound reasonable. “Listen. I can help you. I’ve been investigating how to destroy the Elder. There’s a way. The World Tree may be dead, but She can still hold everything in place if we can prevent the corruption from spreading. No more sacrifices. Your people won’t starve.” Cyra released a slow breath of relief as Azar ceased her fighting. Holding out her hand, Azar hesitated but accepted it. Cyra smiled, trying to project a confidence she didn’t feel. She didn’t know if there really was a way, or if the Elder was simply stringing her along to get more sacrifices. “It will take time, and caution, but we can save everyone together.”

“What?” Wickburn’s eyes widened, something horrible twisting in his gut as he realized his ally sought the Elder’s destruction. Only he knew of their traitorous plot, and yet he was rooted in place. “No, no, no, you can’t!” His very mind recoiled from the abhorrent thought. So anathema was it to everything he knew, Wickburn struggled to find the argument that would sway Cyra. “Life and Death is cyclical. The world shall still be held in place since It is replacing Her. We’re not some– some doom cult! All we want to do is accumulate and spread knowledge. The progress we’ve made has helped so many; breakthroughs in medicine and science and war strategy and–”

“Progress for who?” Azar snarled. “None but the priests and scholars. If your ‘progress’ is built on the bodies of those too unimportant to matter, then I care not for it.”

“This is the beginning of humanity’s enlightenment, of the new world. Think of the knowledge you would destroy. You would doom the progress of the future.” 

“And I would save the people of the now.” 

“No, you would slaughter them!” 

“I think we can do it.” Azar turned to Cyra. “How? How do we destroy the Elder and not Its host? We have to destroy every last spore.”

“I…I don’t know. And I dare not believe the Elder would tell me,” Cyra admitted. Doubt rotted her insides. No. No, it was impossible to destroy one without the other. Fire was the only thing she could think of to purge the corruption, but the thought of burning the corpse of her goddess and destroying everything she stood for was abhorrent. Even should the world collapse the Elder would simply feast upon its corpse. Perhaps that had been Its plan all along. Cyra turned to Wickburn. “A cycle. You said it was a cycle. Death nourishes life.” 

The man sighed in relief, the faintest hint of spores lacing his breath. “It is the nature of existence. There is always renewal in destruction. I promise everything will be okay as long as the Elder grows in place of Her.” 

Cyra held out her hand. “Give me the flint. She won’t be able to catch me.” Wickburn eyed Azar’s skeletal form, and agreed. Determination sparked in Azar’s eyes, but it turned to bewilderment as Cyra immediately pressed the flint into her hands. Her goddess was already dead, and surely everything else was to follow. It was too late for this cycle, the next would have to be nourished from the ashes of this one. “If the new world is to have a chance, we have to ensure the Elder can’t devour existence.” 

“The Elder knows decay is impossible without regrowth! It isn’t going to devour the world, don’t– stop! You don’t know what you’re destroying!” But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Cyra knelt. A deep breath to soothe her racing heart. And she began to sing a mourning song. For herself. For her goddess. For everything she ever knew. There was no one left to pray to for the safety of the new world, and so she would have to ensure it herself. 

Desperately, Wickburn turned to Azar. “Think of the innocent lives you will end. All of existence will collapse because of you.”

Azar glanced between the two of them. “Sorry, but your theologies mean nothing to me. You’re both insane if you think this dead log is holding up the sky.” Nevertheless, she hesitated, having never intended for anyone to be hurt. But Wickburn had chosen to perpetuate the system. He was culpable. This was just. And Cyra accepted her death, and was far too zealous to be convinced the apocalypse wasn’t upon them. The bile in Azar’s throat wouldn’t stop her. 

Wickburn howled as he realized what was coming, in his desperation ripping himself out of the embrace of mycelium and lunging for Azar. As his own blood spilled, the symbols carved into his skin burst with light, billowing streams of spores peeling from him like smoke. Above, the synapses of the Elder were frantic, lightning flashes spasming Its divine terror. Wickburn was caught in a maelstrom of the Elder’s thoughts, desperately pushing past as he threw himself at Azar. But he was too late. Her knife struck the flint. 

A spark. 

In one second, all was dark. In the next, the three mortals at the center of the pyre were immolated, writhing shadows in pure radiance and then no more. A shockwave berthed by the explosion swept out, rattling the world. The inferno blossomed outward in golden petals, racing faster and faster as it devoured the miasma of spores. Burrowing downward into the heart of the world, the blaze vaporized mycelium and roots alike. It raced to the heavens, past the crests of human civilization, past the soft blanket of clouds, serpents of fire arcing around infinite branches. The inferno stretched out further and further, devouring past the horizon in every direction, its hungry jaws snapping at everything in sight. 

Dark billowing clouds poured out of the pillar of existence. Perhaps it was smoke. Perhaps it was spores. 

Fin.

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