#Brilliant Insights

[wickedzeevyln]

Ears are Flowers for Gossipy Wasps

If you are one of those brilliant individuals who have an awareness of what your goals are and how to get there, then you have a profound understanding of the time required to execute your action plan, with no time to dawdle or to subject yourself to a state of inertia. A time away from your routine is time wasted and therefore, opportunity lost.  There is a quote attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt…

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#Action Plan Execution #Average Minds #Awareness of Goals #Balance in Conversation #Bright Conversations #Bright Minds Currency #Brilliant Individuals #Brilliant Insights #Broadening Perspective #Channeling Energy #Collective Advancement #Constructive Conversations #Current Affairs #Easily Verifiable #Eleanor Roosevelt Quote #Engaging in Gossip #Engines Turn On #Enriching Environment #Erwinism #Focus on Ideas #Fostering Innovation #FYP #Good Death for Time #Great Minds #High Bandwidth Insights #Human Nature #Idea Exploration #Idea-Focused Conversations #Importance of Killing Time #Inspiration

[witchinatree]

i know the whole "do you think jon ever used his powers to Know what his parents looked like" thing is far more devastating than this but what if he tried using his powers to remember original sasha? jon and sasha always seemed closer than the rest, he picked her (and tim) to work with him and tolerated a lot more nonsense from her than anyone else (using his password to access his computer [161], debating his pronunciation of calliope [25], etc)

and ofc jon and martin became significantly closer as the podcast went on, but in the beginning he was cruel to martin when he gave a statement but accepting of sasha? idk i think their friendship was a lot deeper than we realized (ESPECIALLY since his first murder in season 5 was because NotThem provoked him about sasha) and i think jon wouldve used his powers to Know the original sasha, not sure if it wouldve worked though

so so sorry to distract from the post but can yall read the tags for me because i suffered immensely for this post

#they make me ill #sasha was so cool i miss her every day #i think we need more sasha content #idk i wish we got more of them specifically #THIS POST. HAS CRASHED. 4. TIMES. #i am trying to write about the magnus archives and its like “hee hee tumbeast ate your post” give it the fuck back? #it saved to my drafts after the 4th tag but this is pissing me off #every time i try to tag it as “tma” it crashes so im not doing that #just pretend i did ok #16 more times total of 20 every time i try to write tags it crashes #it wont let me write the archivists name im genuinely so serious #please help me please help me #im gonna sit here for a second and let it save as draft #6 more times #ur joking #total of 26 crashes over this one post #hate to distract from my incredibly brilliant insight but this is unusable #i think its okay again actually? #gonna try tagging with real tags wish me luck #jonathan sims #jon sims #sasha james #tma #the magnus archives #the archivist #notthem #notsasha #tma theory #tma spoilers #holy shit it worked

[darkbluesky96]

I wonder if Owen Wilson knew, when he made the acting choice™ to put his hand on Loki's waist to support him, that his one action would be living rent free in people's brains?

#Don't care if it was his idea or script directions or what #Owen is such an amazing insightful actor though so I'm pretty sure that was just him #Gosh he's brilliant #loki s2 #lokius #mobius

[fairycosmos]

just to inform you, (i dont know your diagnosis or anything) but if you have autism/adhd or similar conditions, CBT rarely helps because the exposure therapy of it all can lead to overstimulation and other things that just make you feel worse instead of better if you're already in a bad place at the time. also if you often feel like you're too self aware for some parts of therapy it can also have something to do with that kind of diagnosis etc. (obviously therapy for working through trauma is different and helpful.)

thank you! so i really am stuck like this

#brilliant news #thank you for the insight fr though <3 #anon

[spade-riddles]

🎃 Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye for now. 🎃

#thank you for visiting us #you are a brilliant writer #we love the insight #thank you for sharing #🎃

[afterthefeast]

i think it’s interesting that fitzjames’ justification to crozier for eating his body after he dies is to say “i am not christ”, ie his body is not sacred and after death is merely meat that is sorely needed by the crew, in contrast to hodgson explicitly invoking the eucharist in relation to eating gibson’s body. obviously what makes any potential cannibalism of fitzjames potentially justified would be his prior giving of consent, in contrast to gibson dying with no idea what hickey intended to do with his body, but what’s more interesting is the fact that what renders fitzjames’ body as possibly sacred, in the sense of having a meaning and importance beyond its material reality as meat, is crozier’s insistence that his friend’s body be left alone.

in contrast, if you interpret the eucharist monologue as being to do with hodgson’s recent consumption of human flesh (which i do think is the most useful interpretation at any rate), gibson’s body is only sacred once it has been consumed, in direct opposition to how fitzjames’ is given greater meaning by not being eaten. in both of these contexts what gives the body a potential sacredness is the external meaning imposed upon it, but while hickey does try to present cannibalism as having a sacramental quality, it’s obvious that at the end of the day gibson is merely meat.

crucially, this is ultimately also true of fitzjames, despite crozier’s best efforts, because his body ends up possibly eaten and definitely looted anyway. hodgson’s speech has no real meaning beyond futilely trying to justify what he’s done. he finishes the monologue with the only thing that really matters - “i’m so hungry”. moral concerns have no weight in the face of such an immediate material reality, and the body itself does not really have any importance beyond its own materiality - instead what is sacred are the bonds it once had. i think crozier’s refusal of fitzjames’ offer is still important, less so for its effect, but more because it marks the persistence of his love for his friend regardless of other concerns. if anything is sacred in the terror, it’s that.

this emphasises the show’s overall emphasis on the importance of human dignity and fellowship in the face of utter ruin. despite the above, i think the terror is overall ambivalent on the direct moral question of eating human flesh, and it does not really encourage the viewer to judge any of the men who actually engage in cannibalism beyond pitying them. the whole mantra of “god wants you to live”/characters encouraging each other to survive suggests that cannibalism might be justified in that context, but that the disrespect shown to those who end up cannibalised in the show is what renders the act explicitly immoral.

aside from crozier, no one survives the terror, regardless of whether they abstain from cannibalism or not. refusing to butcher gibson would not have saved goodsir, and doing so did not save hodgson; little’s group would not have survived even if they stayed with jopson. crozier’s best efforts did not prevent hickey from finding fitzjames’ grave. but precisely because there is no greater meaning in death and its aftermath, the way the crew treated each other in life is more important, because really that’s all there is.

for little and dundy, the moral event horizon is not when they eventually succumb to cannibalism long after they’ve kept walking, but when they abandon jopson and the other sick men - this is a line they toe in the previous episode when they suggest abandoning fitzjames, but crozier doesn’t let that happen. crozier has also eaten human flesh (the fact that it’s goodsir, who in crozier’s view is “clean” is another fascinating element i’m not bothered to untangle here), and in that respect he’s equal to little, but his refusal to abandon his friends affords him, at the end of the show, his own dignity, best expressed through survival. i don’t mean to imply he has the moral high ground in a reductive sense, nor do i think his survival has really any greater meaning than the fact that he’s the protagonist (by my own logic any of goodsir, jopson, blanky, or fitzjames could still be standing at the end). but i do think the show presents certain actions as ones you cannot go back from with your own dignity or self-respect intact, and these are primarily based on the ability to recognise humanity in your fellow man regardless of circumstance (be that deprivation, illness, or cultural difference).

fitzjames was correct - he is not christ, and hodgson’s attempts to justify his cannibalism through the eucharist are revealed as just that, empty attempts. nonetheless, while there is nothing sacred about the body in death, there is something almost transcendental about the bonds it had in life.

#the terror #im going to rewatch it this week possibly so we will see what more brilliant insights i arrive at then #btw i do sort of mean sacred in a religious sense but i also kind of don’t. i’m not bothered to explain that’s all you’re getting #were i still in uni i would take a walk and think about this but im not! so send post

[fyeah-tmnt]

What are your personal/not-so-known/most random headcanons about the Rise Turtles?

i'm thinking random stuff like "that one's lactose intolerant", "this one has eczema", "that other one likes to write fanfiction", etc. They fully can be self-projection, i'm fully down to read about that!!

Share in tags, comments or reblog! I will read everything! I love people's ideas or projections. (you can also share more popular headcanons with me, i might not know them or you might have a specific idea or opinions about it)

picture for attention :3

#i would love to read everything you guys come up with #i think it's brilliant and creative and insightful #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt headcanon

[doctor-bodacious]

#my art #penn #my ocs #penn's favorite movie is fury road #thank you sewerchick for the brilliant insight

[zombified-queer]

I know everyone has their own interpretation of Mercymorn's hair as far as the pink thing goes, but I think we're overlooking the only correct answer:

#tlt shitposting #mercymorn the first #i'm right!! you're welcome for my brilliant intellect and marvelous insights!!

[avirael]

Lifeline

From one second to the next everything had faded to darkness with a blinding flash of light. The manic laughter piercing all of his thoughts and his own desperate and panicked screams. The destruction around them and his friends strained faces. Even all his pain and fears. From one moment to the other it was all gone. All that was left was dead silence and a bottomless darkness, into which he sank deeper and deeper. A sea of nothingness that swallowed him.

It was impossible to tell how long he had drifted through this darkness, not thinking and not knowing whether he was still alive or already dead - not caring even - , when a sound reached him. A faint voice, far… far away.

"Please wake up…"

"I can’t loose you too…"

It sounded so familiar. He was certain he knew it but names and faces had turned to such a faded unknowable thing in this blackness. He wasn’t even sure he remembered who he was himself or how he got here. But then there was this sad, familiar voice and he just knew he could trust it. Like his personal lifeline, his beacon of light, it lead his mind out of the darkness, that threatened to drown him.

***

As his eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyelids still feeling so horribly heavy, it was early morning. The sun shone through the window at the other side of the room and it was almost to bright to bear. His whole body felt stiff and sour as if he had been turned stone and was only slowly regaining his ability to move. His mind, as if clouded with fog, tried to make sense of where he was and how he got here.

Carefully he looked around. He remembered this place. It meant a lot to him but it still felt like a name he couldn’t quite remember although it was on the tip of his tongue. Then his eyes fell on a redhaired Miqo’te, asleep at his bedside, face half buried in his arms resting on the edge of the bed. A’viloh.

No!

All at once everything was there again. The fog blown away, unveiling all the horror that had led him here. He started to shake and squeezed his eyes shut. Panicked he tried to guard his thoughts, his feelings as good as he could, but then he realised that he was alone. Not the Miqo’te at his bedside, not in this room. Alone in his head, in his own body. Just himself. The intruder that had tortured him all this time was gone.

He let out a shaky deep breath and returned his gaze to the person sleeping by his side once again. He was alright. He hoped they all were. How had they managed to free him from this presence that had locked him up inside the deepest corner of his own mind? Not unconscious, no. Screaming and struggling, awake enough so he could feel the monster rummaging through every single one of his thoughts and memories, mocking him at every given opportunity. Mostly conscious as well as seeing and hearing but unable to speak up or stop himself. A fate he wouldn’t even wish on his worst enemies. The memory alone made him shiver again.

A’viloh, he realised it had been his voice he had heard, lost in the darkness. How long had the Miqo’te spent here talking to him? And why would he do something like this after all the trouble he had caused? He looked so peaceful like this. A far cry from the last time he remembered seeing his face, bruised and almost defeated. Back then he had feared the shadow controlling him would make his threats true and claw out all of his friends hearts or slowly choke them with his own hands. All he could think back then had been Please, not him too…

But A’viloh was alright. Thank the Twelve. Slowly he raised one of his arms and carefully brushed a strand of long red hair out of his sleeping face. But his shaky hand didn’t yet move as precisely as it used to and so the Miqo’te noticed the slight touch.

His face twitched and slowly he opened his eyes. All of a sudden that peaceful expression was gone. Replaced by an unmistakable deep sadness. Why did he look so sad? Without thinking he raised his hand again and gently caressed the Miqo’te’s cheek. But A’viloh flinched from the unexpected touch and hastily looked up. Accompanied by a sharp inhale of breath his slitted pupils dilated as his eyes fixed on the other one‘s face and his mind visibly raced to make sense of what he saw.

"Thancred…?", he whispered almost inaudibly with confusion written all over his face. There was an uncertainty to his voice Thancred couldn’t assess yet.

"Please don’t tell me you expected someone else…", he joked and tried to sit up. It was a mean joke, even to his own ears. But joking was his natural reaction when he didn’t know what else to say or when he was too scared to speak aloud how he truly felt.

A’viloh gasped. It was not quite a laugh but his mouth twitched into a bright smile for a second. "Thancred!", he repeated slightly louder as his eyes filled with tears. "You're awake!" Quickly he jumped up and threw his arms around the hyurs neck. His chair flew to the floor with a loud clattering sound that echoed back from the stone walls of the room. Thancred could feel the Miqo’te tremble and also the tears on his cheek as it brushed his own skin for a moment. "I thought I lost you..."

Suddenly A‘viloh gasped again and jumped back just as fast as he had thrown himself at him mere seconds before. He looked surprised by his own words, maybe he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. His face turned red and embarrassed he looked away. "I’m sorry…"

Oh no!, Thancred thought. Not him! That’s a horrible idea.

During his training he had learned to read people as if they were books. Just that books always had seemed boring to him in comparison. It was a useful skill for a spy to be able to see through his opponents, to be able to tell when they were lying or hiding something. But if A’viloh was trying to hide anything he didn’t do it very well…

It was a horrible decision to fall in love with Thancred Waters. A fact the Hyur suddenly got painfully aware of. People occasionally did that. Sometimes he wanted them to, if it was for a job and for example there was an information he needed. Sometimes it just happened without him planning to. On rare occasions he even felt bad about it, because all of them so far had ended up sad and disappointed. Because in the end he never had returned their feelings.

For some reason it bothered him that easily flustered, involuntarily funny, kind-hearted A’viloh might share this fate. He didn’t deserve that. The Miqo’te had helped save him, when it would have been easier to just kill him for sure. He had already endured enough because of Thancred’s mistakes, since people around him had the tendency to get hurt. But most importantly he considered him a friend.

For a short moment, back before the Ascian had hijacked his body, the idea had seemed interesting to Thancred. The Miqo’te’s shy and easily embarrassed nature had undeniably seemed cute to him, a strange contrast to the strength he possessed but didn’t seem aware of, and in a moment of selfishness Thancred had found himself offering an invitation with questionable intentions. But fate had different plans. It wouldn’t have been fair. Because he certainly would have ended up breaking the poor guys heart. Somehow that idea scared him.

Speechlessly Thancred stared at him, trying to find the right words. To convince him not to make such a grave mistake. And equally speechless A’viloh avoided his gaze. He already had said too much.

For a moment no one dared to speak.

Then another familiar voice sounded from the hallway.

"A’vi? Is everything alright? I heard a noise that sounded like something had --", Rael appeared in the doorframe and instantly fell silent as they saw Thancred sitting upright and awake in his bed. For a split second the Viera’s eyes wandered to dumbstruck A’viloh before returning to him, a polite smile forming on their face, which the hyur easily recognised as nothing more than that, a studied politeness.

"Thancred. You’re awake.", they observed calmly. "How are you feeling?"

Before he could answer, the Miqo’te regained his voice. "I’m sorry…", A’viloh repeated and then wordlessly left the room in bit too much of a hurry to not look strange.

For a second they both stared after him. Then Rael sighed and shook their head. "I will get Y’shtola or Urianger if that’s alright with you…"

"Of course.", Thancred nodded and Rael left as quickly as they had appeared.

The room felt very silent and empty all of the sudden. It would take a while to get used to being alone with his thoughts again. But as he sat there wondering how to fix this situation with A’viloh he could vividly imagine that spiteful, mocking voice again.

Good job, lover boy. Look at what you’ve done…

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv writing #ff14 screenshots #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #gpose #Aviloh Tia #Thancred Waters #rael hyskaris #I know I said I wasn’t sure if I would write this but here it is... #it was a sudden idea and I had to write it down or I would have forgotten over night! #Still unsure if the perspective change is the brilliant idea I thought it would be last night or not :D #I don’t plan to use this PoV regularly! This is just an exception to give an insight into what’s bothering Thancred maybe... #In my understanding of the story he obviously always had a certain reputation… #but still I think with the drinking and everything there has to be a reason he escalated like that in the ARR patches… #Or is it just me thinking that he seemed WORSE there? #I like to imagine that it was difficult to come back from what I unlovingly decided to call the Lahabrea-Experience™… #and then there’s A‘vi too who he for some reason doesn’t want to hurt but decides to still do so to drive him away maybe??? #yeah for… some reason… sure! :D #at least some days he tries to scare him away and on others he is selfish and weak and does nice things like buying him birthday presents… #you’re sending mixed signals buddy! :D #but he mirrors A‘vi‘s fear of seeing the people around him hurt and kind of blaming himself for it… #bottom line: both of them are confused idiots and what the hell are feelings anyway??? ;D #ARR

[capcavan]

About Riko 1/?

My idea of Riko is of an absolutely insufferable person, but person everyone tolerates because his ways bring home results. Not talking about the behind scenes terror he exposed foxes to. That's dirty play, and I usually write it off as something master Tetsuji was behind. Riko just used them as manipulation tactic (which backfires as instead of frightening foxes, he pissed them off and motivated them to work harder). Ravens are trained to be pinnacle of excellence when it comes to their physical abilities. After all, they are worth little to nothing outside of court. But to be good player you need to be able to strategize on the fly and synergize with your team and that's not something charts before game can always prepare you for. That's what Riko excels at, quick decision making and risky play. The ravens are groomed to support this play style. Their only job is to read Riko and adjust their game to match him (this is why the board was concerned about the play style holding Kevin Day back). Current team for ravens is undefeated because everyone on the team trusts Riko's judgment. As fucked up as the little fucker is, he knows the game. He has intuition few can rival with. He does not fuck around, does not allow people to feel more important than they are when their game is shit. That's why raven team consists of numbers from 1 to 4 then 10 and up. The fodder is in constant competition between each other to earn that single digit. They know Riko is crazy. They know a person should not function like this but they also know that his way bring results. They follow him off field with the same trust they follow him on field because for ravens there is no difference between the two. They need Riko, who gave his life away to the game (a choice master made for him) to carry them to better future. But then Riko's only reason to play is gone. His father passed, never acknowledging him as a human being. And the game does not matter so much any more. TLDR ravens know Riko is fucking insane but they respect it because they need him that way.

#riko moriyama #aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #edgar allan ravens #i think the book had not done him justice i'm sorry he is just very badly written character #i think he is brilliant and there is a reason whole team plays along with all of his bullshit #and as tropes go most likely this lands him as extremely influential character #fear goes long way but skills and results go even further + this way he can still be horrible person (love u baby do not change) #we were not given insight on anyone form raven team nora portrayed them as mindless drones #so i am applying this to their play style too #ravens are just cannon fooder to let riko (kevin jean and whoever riko chooses) excell at the game #riko does not know raven 10 and + names he refers to them by numbers

[quatregats]

I know that this is an act of the most extreme hubris and I expect to be struck down for it sooner or later, but what if....I attempted to write Hornblower in the style of Patrick O'Brian....

#just because that quote that i posted a few days ago has really been making me think about things #mostly due to the brilliant notes on it which have all been very insightful especially re what makes the aubreyad so damn good #anyways i can't write this is why it's an act of hubris but i did write a thing so i'm going to share it anyways #ship of the line was fine. it pissed me off a tiny bit less than beat to quarters #but also like mr. pob loves the mediterranean so unbelievably much and it infuses his writing and i miss that #so therefore mediterranean be upon thee <3 #perce rambles #The Creative Endeavor and other aubreyad nonsense #percy yells at cecil scott #<- personal hornblower tag since that's what it amounts to mostly

[moonrevolutions]

who would i be in this rpc w.out @starfoam / @alastgoodnight . . .

#*･༓☾ ooc! lava rains on diamond planets. #/ all our discord shenanigans. ur beautiful insights. ur brilliant mind. #/ how u conjure the most beautiful stories and arcs..... #/ esme ur an inspo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

re: Ice Age Thoughts (from @babytarttdoodoo main)

Feel free to publish this or not. It just immediately took over my brain.

Diego:

Puts others down out of a need to prove himself and in response to threats and intimidation.

Is sardonic and sassy to the extreme.

Connects with the child despite being otherwise antagonistic and by doing so reveals the layers to his character.

Is the only one with a real understanding of pack dynamics (total football) and shares that knowledge to help the 'herd' survive.

Sid:

Is the one to push the 'herd' agenda from the get go.

Has abandonment issues and trouble admitting his family left him.

Acts forcibly optimistic.

Will only intervene in conflict from a safe distance.

Insists they take care of another vulnerable living being, despite no real grasp of what that responsibility entails.

Sid is fucking Ted.

OKAY SO, I might have a slightly higher opinion of Ted’s social intelligence and a slightly lower of Jamie’s, but with that said –

– you are utterly and completely right, and I’m a fool for not having seen it. (I blame a, all the wine, and b, my strong wish to somehow squeeze Keeley into the spare spot which kind of wrought havoc with all of it.)

It’s just. The dynamics of it! Roy wanting to just be left alone and mope. Ted butting in and bullying/complaining him into doing the right thing, and Jamie showing up to ‘cause trouble, only in the end he’ll lay down his life for this herd. (Soto = James Tartt, yes.) It makes gorgerous, perfect sense, and I’m not turning, turning, turning all the possibilities (of how this translated into a human!AU) round in my awed and overwhelmed brain. There’s potential here, is all I’m saying.

#you are brilliant #and i'm extremely grateful you choose to share your insight #because this just UNLOCKS stuff you know? #narrative potential #weird dynamics #i fucking love it #ice age!au #babytarttdoodoo #kee's correspondence

[reidishh]

Ana Huang will always be one of my favorite authors ever. The way she develops her characters and their relationships is never anything less than brilliant istg.

#i say this cuz im currently making my way through her kings of sin series #im on king of pride rn and the insight into the development of their relationship just within the first 4 chapters is absolutely brilliant #especially when you consider the bits and pieces of their relationship/acquaintancship we see in king of wrath #ana huang #kings of sin #king of pride #kai young #isabella valencia

[good--merits-accumulated]

asking people to beta your fics is the most nervewracking thing in the World. god bless

#oh you want the link to the google doc? why don't you crack open my ribcage and have a little snack. it would be less vulnerable. #this is completely different from how i feel about people who agree to beta for me btw #they are all the most brilliant insightful people in the world. and i love them dearly #htoo rambles #AH!