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wausaupilot · 7 months
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UW-Stevens Point announces theater and dance season
The season opens Sept. 21 at UWSP at Marshfield.
The University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point Department of Theatre and Dance takes a closer look at “Hidden Lives” this year with a season full of drama, comedy, mythology and original dance. The first performance of the season is a staged reading of “Spoon River Anthology,” a collection of short, free verse poems that narrate the epitaphs of the residents of the fictional Spoon River, Illinois,…
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clotpolesonly · 4 months
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Call Down The Hawk - Maggie Stiefvater / Graywaren - Maggie Stiefvater / Peinture 324 x 181 cm - Pierre Soulages / The Son Of Man - René Magritte / Graywaren - Maggie Stiefvater / Graywaren - Maggie Stiefvater
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subcoolture · 1 year
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Men will never understand how heartbreaking it is to realize as women that we love men who can never really love us, because they are raised in a culture that makes them unable to. That culture have made them internalize such an entitlement that it doesn’t even cross their minds that they don’t empathize with women. They feel entitled to everything, even to those women’s love whose mere well-being, safety, and basic rights they don’t even care about. And it is seen as normal that we give our bodies and souls to these men. And it is not normal: it is violent.
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harbingersecho · 4 months
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some short felix stuff. also price is there for a second
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petrichara · 1 year
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And the missing doesn’t end when the funeral does. While daffodils he planted bloom first in March, the wall he painted sits behind my head. Books he bought are still on the shelf, and tea out of date keeps place in the house. Though years go by and his chair stays cold, he exists in every crowd, and every knock, and the t in the birthday card was almost his.
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Inner wounds are more difficult to see because they don't leave visible scars.
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that-soccer-guru · 9 months
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SPEAKING OF ADORABLE
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"Eres mi mayor apoyo en este sueño Mundialista. Gracias por estar a mi lado y hacer que cada momento sea especial.
TE AMO CANTIDADES
#viviendoelsueñojuntas"
"You are my strongest support in this World Cup dream. Thank you for being by my side and making every moment special.
I LOVE YOU LOADS
#livingthedreamtogether"
Yall, my heart 🥺
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neverendingford · 7 months
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#contemplating the existence of loving yet uncommitted relationships. relationships of mutual convenience not romantic but still not platonic#tag talk#like. I want intimacy. I want to love and be loved. but the usual understanding of that is that you are committed. you are locked in.#taking a break from a relationship is code for “we're breaking up”. there's is no getting out without destroying the bond#I wonder if the classic Tom Cruise c love a woman but next movie she's dead“ trope could be seen as a version of that.#a socially acceptable way to love someone until you're done and then move on to the next thing.#a lot of my hookups have been a one time deal even though I would have liked to see them again. because they got too attached.#people see love and presume romance. people see openness and presume emotional connection and commitment.#if your friend is having a rough time and needs to disappear for a week. that's okay. but a partner suddenly can't.#there's less permissable distance in a romantic relationship.#why can't I do the classic spaghetti western thing? ride into town. help out and be appreciated for it. and then leave when I feel it's time#cue that magnificent seven quote that's like “cowboys are like the wind and farmers are like the land”. there are different ways to live#and social interaction is a numbers game. meeting people until you finally find someone you're compatible with.#and the more particular or non-standard you are. the more your success pool narrows. or at least that's how it feels#I know the reality is that there's more relationship diversity out there than it seems. because divergence is suppressed and hidden.#but that contributes to it being harder to find. more difficult to seek. more culturally shameful to pursue.#I don't think I've ever seen a fwb relationship in media that's not either played for laughs or turned into a romance eventually#the classic “men want fwbs and women want a committed relationship” ☠️ it's not a concept that gets taken seriously.#I just.. ugh. I feel like I'm pushing against the entire weight of my upbringing because what I innately desire is so far from acceptable#and I've unlearned so much self criticism and policing. but there's so much more to go and I just. ugh. it's so exhausting
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hobbinch · 1 year
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I made fb status suggesting people take precautions to avoid covid, and a childhood friend from summer camp basically commented "Totally agreed. [ive had covid twice and i wouldn't wish it on anyone], but at some point we have to be smart and move on with our lives" and. I have a rule with myself to not get into internet arguments at 5 in the fucking morning but oh my goddddddd that makes me feel so fucking bad to see. Like oh, sorry for being so fucking stupid and sharing information about the deadly plague thats still happening and suggesting people protect their communities.
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asatroende · 7 months
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Hear me out
Yggdrasil is a giant willow tree, every branch a species of life, every leaf a being
Under its roots is mycelium, mushrooms that connect all things, that decay the old and birth the new
From Yggdrasil, down to Midgard, fell a branch among the monkey kin, but disconnected from the tree it was now lifeless and drifting on the endless sea
The gods picked up this driftwood and gave it breath, will, and blood, as well as names that grafted us back upon the tree
Every leaf that falls from Yggdrasil lands on the mushrooms at its roots and restart the cycle of living
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euphorictruths · 2 years
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"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. "- Virginia Woolf
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marinerainbow · 9 months
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Stupid: Did we really manage to surprise you?
Psycho: Yeah. I was actually going to burn the house down!
Psycho: I'm sorry...
Poppy: It's alright. I always keep the matches hidden ^^
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alhaitham-shrine · 1 year
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if you are comfortable with cyno or childe then may i ask for cyno/childe bc i think it's funny (also bonus points if they're roommates/gym buddies/partner project partners/whatever scenario forces them together)
chicyno
[i see, you are also a creature of taste!! I couldn’t decide whether to make this gay or keep it platonic so I leave it up to you to decide ^^]
roommate applications at the Akademiya are…. stupid, in Cyno’s opinion.
The Akademiya sprawls on a slope overlooking the Visshudha Fields, but if Cyno stands on the furthermost balcony and pushes up on the banister until he’s on the tips of his toes he can see-- distantly, like a mirage wavering in the heat-- the sand dunes that denote the existence of his home. Even now, three years into his studies, Cyno finds it hard to ignore the heavy knot of homesickness that settles uneasily in his stomach, harder still when he knows he’s about to be forced to spend the next year with yet another poor unfortunate foreigner. It’s by some cruel twist of fate that Cyno always ends up with roommates who speak entirely different languages to him, and not even Alhaitham’s monotone tutoring had helped him in any way.
No matter, Cyno thinks, turning away from the balcony and returning in the direction of the dormitories. I have weathered far worse. I can survive once more.
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Cyno cannot, in fact, survive once more.
He pushes open the door to his suite, bag dropped haphazardly at his feet, only for his eyes to land on the last person he had expected to be lounging so comfortably in the living room. Childe Tartaglia, of all people, a rather infamous exchange student known for the chaos that follows him with every step. He exudes an air of impropriety, from his sharp smile that digs into his cheeks, to the way his eyes-- dull, like sea glass or stillwater-- glint inhumanly in the low light of the living room.
Childe, though an exchange student from the frozen forests of Snezhnaya, was well-versed in the language of Sumeru, though he oddly spoke it with the accent of someone who might be from Liyue. He definitely didn’t look like he was from Liyue… Mondstadt maybe, but the easy sunburn along his nose spoke of far less resistance to the sun.
“Cyno!” Childe chirps, smiling like a cat. “What a fun twist to the story, wouldn’t you say?”
Cyno just stares unblinking for several seconds too long, very aware of the role he plays as the canary, before promptly bending down to pick up his bag and breezing through the living room to lock himself in the privacy of his room.
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When the moon's shadow shattered, hordes of beasts emerged from the deepest depths of the abyss and devoured living creatures by the thousands. Of those she created, none could escape their destined annihilation. The goodness, peace, and wisdom she had bestowed — all perished before this pure malice without exception. Under that sneering waning moon, the black tide of decay surged--
A mop of unkempt red hair pops up in Cyno’s peripheral vision, the tightening of his hand at the spine of the novel the only telltale sign of his sudden discomfort. “Ooh, are you doing some light reading or is this coursework?”
Cyno slowly closes “The Folio of Foliage”, closing his eyes briefly against the tide of unkind words that rise to the tip of his tongue. The words themselves almost sound like Dehya-- perhaps he’s spending too much time around her. “I didn’t know you were coming home so early. You’re usually out late.”
Childe just hums, one hand grasping the back of the couch as he leaps over it to settle clumsily at Cyno’s side. The shorter boy feels the muscles along his shoulders tense, and he forces himself to remain still as Childe adjusts to a comfortable position. “I got stood up, so I decided to cut my losses and come back. Goddess help me, the women of Sumeru are just as, if not more fickle than those in Liyue.”
Cyno traces a finger along the cover of his book. “You’re not from Liyue, are you?”
“No, Snezhnaya born and raised, but I--” Childe pauses, and Cyno looks up through his bangs to find Childe frowning briefly at his hands. They’re long hands, those of an archer maybe, with red knuckles and finely shaped nails. Cyno blinks and looks away just as Childe turns back to him. “I studied there, before coming here.”
“That’s a long time to be studying abroad. Do you not miss your home?”
“Do you?”
Cyno thinks of the endless expanse of sand, and the warm embrace of a never ending sun. “My home is not so far away as yours is. And I’m sure you miss the cold. We don’t have that here.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Childe laughs, throwing one arm along the back of the couch, too close to where Cyno’s head rests. “After so much time in Liyue, though, I’d like to think I’ve acclimated to the sunny weather. I definitely don’t think I’d fare very well in the desert.”
Cyno smiles, ducking his head further. “I imagine you’d turn as red as a zaytun peach. If you thought Sumeran women were hard to please before, the desert would not be your wingman.”
There’s a brief moment of silence that hits Cyno like a sumpter beast straight to the chest, and he recalls Alhaitham once telling him that what he considers jokes, sometimes become unfunny in the time it takes to travel from mind to mouth. He turns toward Childe with every intention of apologizing, only to find Childe already looking at him with a stunned sort of smile on his face. It still cuts across his cheeks like a suture, but the deep crescent dimples it leaves look softer than usual.
“And here I thought you were as rigid as stone, mahamatra.”
Cyno winces, feeling his ears burn. “My personality is not always a reflection of my prefect title, Childe.”
“Ajax.”
“What?”
Childe just grins, and his hand brushes Cyno’s shoulder as he pushes himself back to his feet. “I’m gonna make pierogies out of boredom. If you decide to run to your room again, mahamatra, I’ll leave some for you.”
And with that he walks around the couch and toward their shared kitchen, and Cyno…
Cyno enjoys pierogies very much, actually. He enjoys more the way Childe, once seated beside him once more, throws that same arm across the back of the couch, fingers occasionally dancing along Cyno’s shoulder.
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rehamramzi · 2 years
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Sometimes, things are better left unsaid.
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The first gentle movements, when they came, were testament to the fact that a new life had begun. For as far as Tudors were concerned, life did not begin at conception…Life itself was deemed to begin when the soul entered the fully formed foetus, which occurred at 46 days for a boy and 90 days for a girl.
—Elizabeth Norton, The Hidden Lives of Tudor Women: A Social History, p. 1
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If you could see in other wavelengths, you could see different distances. Fortunately for our precious radiation sensitive organs, Gamma and X rays are blocked by our atmosphere. But if you could see in that spectrum, you could see objects exploding billions of light years away. And if you could see in the radio spectrum, you’d be able to see the cosmic microwave background radiation, surrounding us in all directions and marking the edge of the observable universe.
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