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#It doesn't have to be this way
inblackwoods · 26 days
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While I'm posting about my pathologic transcription, I'll make shorter posts about my takeaways. About the literal health of the environment around town, we get a couple people on day one to give context. The most obvious is Aspity, but to get an idea as to why things are as she says, you have to talk to a drunkard, called a Carouser, and a Tot.
The Tot mentions a "Rotten Field," and when asked what that is, he says:
"It’s where they bury the bulls’ bones. The place is covered with fur instead of grass, and it’s all bones bones bones underground. Bones and horns. Yeah."
Why are so many bones and horns and hides being thrown into a field instead of being used in some way? Either for jewelry, clothes, or for tradesmen's tools, these things have a variety of uses.
The Carouser, when asked about the Abattoir, says:
"Hundreds of bulls are being slaughtered there- what else is there to know? It is our humble town that provides the whole Northeastern region with beef! Or even the whole country mayhap."
It's because of the massive scale of the Bull Project that so much excess material is being produced and then thrown into the fields and rivers as waste products. Nothing is in higher demand than meat, nothing is needed as regularly, and perhaps the people in the Capital and in other towns are less interested in buying blood or bone. It's not profitable, the Olgimskys don't view it as anything but by products of more lucrative things.
Aspity says:
"All that water comes from the Steppe and it isn’t exactly clean. Yesterday I inspected all the springs in the area; there seems to be no more clean water around. That salty taste is everywhere, it’s reddish in colour, and there are disgusting clots in it."
And when Bachelor asks for more information, she says:
"The towsnfolk store water in home-made reservoirs. This modest supply should be enough to help us last a little while, but afterwards we’ll have to drink that bloody mixture."
Bachelor reacts to this with disgust, and can even insist she is lying, perhaps because he had been benefitting from this disgusting reality in his life in the Capital.
Aspity's whole point in starting this conversation is to make blatantly clear some of the side effects of the Steppe's occupation, which is that the waste material of the Abattoir is dumped into the river and land. This problem would be lessened in severity if the community was manufacturing meat not for the sake of providing for the entire country, but just for the local population and what's necessary to export in exchange for other essential imports. Obviously, this would be less lucrative for the Olgimskys (who don't care as long as they don't suffer any loss) but it would mean that the people who live here would better be able to care for themselves and the land with no need to think of supporting an entire country off the backs of one small community. The occupation of the Steppe, the running of the Bull Project, will not only destroy the Kin and lower classes, but will also eventually kill the town, the higher classes and even the Olgimskys as well. When the water runs out, it will run out for the lower classes first, but it will eventually run out for everyone.
More on Fat Vlad trying to talk about this all as if it were an inescapable, natural reality (and the Bachelor's fighting against this notion) later. Sort of how some people think that the way the world works, capitalism and such, are natural laws instead of constructed ideas (horrible fallacy).
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dontcallm3ang3l · 7 months
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friendly reminder not to follow me or reblog from me if you're a radfem blog. your ideology is toxic and I want nothing to do with you. get well soon.
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allycat75 · 6 months
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Boy, Boston Dumb Fuck!
Just saw those new clips from Pain Hustlers and let me tell you:
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So glad you don't want to act anymore, but I went to a street fair this weekend and the pottery market looks to be pretty packed. Better get to practicing if you want to pay for future WDW trips with the family, because that comp'd VIP stuff ain't gonna last much longer.
That is, unless, the rumors are true and you are going to come back to Marvel (if they'll even have your fatshaming, racist, antisemetic loving ass back; it is Disney, so I'd give it 50-50). Just hope Mackie understands when you stab him in the back (but I guess that tracks with your new racist brand).
Are you going to lean into that White Privlege of yours or are you going to do the right thing? Come on, man!!!
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savvathun · 4 months
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also while i am here. please never shave your legs. if for some reason you feel like you need to shave, don't! that is the devil talking ok. you can just be hairy it's all good, hair is good we like hair. I Am So Fucking Itchy Right Now.
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There was a mass shooting in an outlet mall today, about 30 miles north of Dallas. I hate this garbage ass state, I hope the whole capitol building gets swallowed up by a sinkhole and Greg Abbott burns in hell forever and ever amen
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Bitch, you better stop
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rantsintechnicolor · 1 year
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A quiet evening in
The street was quiet, chilly, and wet with rain. A warm glow spilled out of the window where two people sat on an antique looking couch. She leaned against him, stocking-feet up on the cushions with a book in her hands. He sat with his feet up on the coffee table, also reading a book. A lamp with a flowery shade lit their pages and a tall wall of books behind them. They looked warm and comfortable. They looked content, like this is how they wanted to spend every night. Looks can be deceiving. 
He hated the way she was leaning on him. It made him uncomfortable. Her back was to him, her sharp shoulder blades digging into his bicep. It felt impersonal. He wanted to ask her to move and settle in a different way, but he didn’t. He was afraid she would resent him for asking; in truth, he was determined to resent her instead. He could have put his arm around her, pulled her against him to change her position, and kissed her hair, but he didn’t.
She hated that he had his feet up on the coffee table like that. Sure, they weren’t drinking their hot drinks anymore, but feet on a food eating surface, a surface that you should trust to be clean. And she knew he wouldn’t wipe off the table ever, because it was always she that did so.
He wasn’t sure how he had gone from loving this woman to half despising her. It made him half despise himself. Where had the magic gone? Sure, a part of him still loved her, but more often now, he wondered if he had made the right choice in wife. He was bored. He was flirting with a married woman at work. He felt slightly guilty about it, but he didn’t mean to cheat on his wife with this married woman. It was harmless, wasn’t it?
She was thinking that she might have made the wrong choice in husband. She felt like she didn’t know what he was thinking anymore and every time she asked him about his thoughts, he acted like she should already know the answer. As if she wasn’t already feeling like she didn’t know her husband. It was the stupidest reaction, since she couldn’t actually read his mind like he seemed to think she should be able to. 
These quiet evenings together were what they thought they had wanted. It was in their wedding vows. They should have put sex in their wedding vows then, because they sure wished they were having sex. They hadn’t in years. It made them both feel undesirable and disgusted with themselves and each other. She tried to be intimate and affectionate. She would reach over to kiss him goodnight when he turned out the light, but he said good night to her, and turned his back on her, and tucked himself in. She was afraid to make a move, afraid to touch him because his perfunctory good night seemed like a boundary. 
They lost their drunken love for each other in the reality of building a home together, collecting all those books together, doing the chores, nagging, not listening, being stubborn, forgetting to be compassionate-- they were bound together by marriage, right? so they weren’t ever going anywhere, right? So, what did it matter if they were kind to each other or not?
They worked so well together, kept the house relatively well together, loved to read the same books, but blamed each other for the magic getting lost. In reality, that intense feeling of love always changes in time. They couldn’t talk to each other about it and believed they should still have butterflies about each other. It felt dreadful to think they might have fallen out of love. They didn’t want to admit it to themselves. They didn’t want to admit it to each other. And why? Because things were comfortable. Because they feared judgment from family and friends. Because they feared change. Honestly, change was so out of the question neither of them had thought about it yet. Yet.
And night after night they sat in these positions that made the other boil with anger until they became engrossed in their books and, for a moment, forgot their self-imposed misery.
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jomiddlemarch · 2 years
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shayneysides · 11 months
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hobie: kill yourself
pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO
original format from @ha-youwish in this post!
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You know, it's kinda funny how much of high fantasy centers around kings and nobility and courtly intrigue considering that the archetypal high fantasy, Lord of the Rings, had the rather explicit moral of "saving the world is up to this backwater hick and his gardener because no politician, least of all inherited nobility, would have the ability to see past their own ambition and throw away a weapon". Oh sure, Aragorn is a great king and all, but there's a reason he's over there running a distraction ring while the hobbits do the real work. Sauron loses because he gets distracted by kings and armies and great battles (i.e. typical high fantasy stuff) letting Frodo and Sam sneak through his back door and blow it all to hell.
Just saying, maybe old Jirt knew what he was saying when he said that the small folk doing their best and holding to each other was more powerful than a dozen alliances and superweapons and we should respect him for it.
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houkagokappa · 2 months
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When Lucifer is hanging out at his palace and can't get a moment's peace...
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heritageposts · 4 months
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large zionist blocklist below
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i've compiled a list of all the blogs positively interacting with the @/israel-palestine-bingo blog
there's more info about how the names were complied under the read more, but just to get an idea of how vile the blog is, i just want to quickly mention that the first prize offered in their pinned post, "eight hours of memi mamtera," is the song used in the viral israeli tiktok trend of kidnapping, humiliating, and torturing palestinians in the west bank.
and the "grand prize," which needs no explanation, is "all of palestine! for free!"
some quick info: all the names here have either approvingly replied to, reblogged from, or liked one or more of @/israel-palestine-bingo's posts. for likes, i've only gathered names that appear under their original posts; mostly ones that have not been reblogged, and some with 2-3 reblogs that have not left the immediate sphere of zionists. i've also made sure that these are blogs who have either liked more than one posts from them, or who frequently reblogs from other zionists.
you can also quickly look through the blog yourself (it doesn't have that many posts), or check out any of the names on the list with a quick 'israel' or 'palestine' in the search bar or their blogs.
there are more screenshots at the end of the posts, including ones showing who made the blog (ani-lo-daredevil / katenotbishop), and the bingo board itself (ashenpumpkin).
blocking tip: fastest way to mass block users (on desktop) is to go to settings -> the blog your blocking them from -> scroll all the way down to 'blocked tumblrs,' and then copy-paste the name your blocking
names listed below in alphabetical order reminder again, block don't engage
2peachy acleverforgery ani-lo-daredevil apollo-enthusiast ashenpumpkin <- credited for making the bingo board, reblogged/liked almost all of their posts. aureatecorvid avi-on-jumblr (main @/clear-what-i-was-seeing) awstheticshit bambahalva bleepiesheepie bluenorther blueredfetch bones-and-crows britneysmeanshirt cannibalism-is-my-love-language captain-navii casavanse celepito chubbybubba ciitrus--fruitz coffeelovinggayidiot da-socks davos-is-the-one-true-king dchan87 disregardenedgnostic elder-millennial-of-zion faggotry-enjoyer fdelopera flowercrownsandfairylights fluffel677 fluffy-art-moss george-lucas-is-god got-chavi icereader12 illegitimatetenenbaum inklingm8 its-hila jewishlivesmatter just-illegal karinhasdacookie
katenotbishop <- the main account of the person running the blog. her sideblog is @/ani-lo-daredevil
kelluinox kingofslush letaot-ze-magniv lingonberryjamistakenwhat lovelyhairedpianist magic-coffee marrymepadfoot marvel-ous-posts masters-puddle <- pornblog mixmangosmangoverse morganas-simp mossadspydolphin multifandermissesanakin nameless370 namiko026 nevleg32 notcrazyiswear oakstar519 perfectlynormalperson psychologeek queerius randomname3 redvodyanoi rhysaka sally006 sbinklebooper scp-1296 shinekocreator <- commented, 'but is this the 8 hour version?' on a post where someone ''won'' the song used in the tiktok torture videos. snakelung sort-of-a-demon soxiyy stuffandatherstuff tearsandice tedious-waffle thebejeweledwatercat the-library-alcove thirdmagic thisgingerhasnosoul timegirl tolaat-bli-toelet <- the person running the bingo blog. mainblog is @/katenotbishop transmascpetewentz tribulation-of-somnolence unexistencerpg viktorrotkiv wanderingmadscientist whiterose-blackrose whitesunlars why5x5
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note: @/tolaat-bli-toelet changed her username to @/ani-lo-daredevil (her main is still @/katenotbishop)
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and from the same post,
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the last post was also reblogged by the creator of the israel-palestine-bingo blog
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inkskinned · 5 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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cutetanuki-chan · 2 months
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a blessing and a curse
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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You keep telling yourself that Namari.
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