#deeds & danger

[coquelicoq]

System Collapse, ch. 3, p. 39: "I saw I had four private messages waiting from Arada, Amena, Overse, and Pin-Lee. I can’t do that right now. Pretending I’m fine for Mensah was hard enough."

8, 165: "Then he sent me a note back: So, you may not know this, but I read your letter to Dr. Mensah, the one you sent when you left Port FreeCommerce. I think you’re absolutely the right person to write this. I can’t handle that right now so I’m just going to archive it for later."

10, 212: "As I led the humans into the hangar, the contact with AdaCol2 started to drop. I sent, End session, acknowledge. It sent back, End session. There was a pause, then: Be safe. I can’t deal with that right now."

emotions: install "people respect and care about me" updates now!

murderbot: remind me later, remind me later, remind me later--

#would you like to schedule a time for updates to be automatically installed? #mb: hm. how about...the heat death of the universe #i do like the idea of mb scheduling Have An Emotion Time like it's just blocked out on the calendar #the feed equivalent of the Do Not Disturb little door handle hanger they have at hotels. Emotions In Progress #ART suggests some alternatives to the biohazard & radioactive material warning icons & mb puts them up on its door #to be like don't come in here. this is not a place of honor. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. what is here #is dangerous and repulsive to us #the murderbot diaries #murderbot #system collapse #system collapse spoilers #mb sc #my posts #f

[bolithesenate]

Oh you're bored?! Oh oh no here I come to be terrible

Fuck/Marry/Kill challenge! Jocasta, Dooku, Sifo-Dyas.

easy

fuck Jocasta, marry Dooku, kill Sifo

(I couldn't take Jocasta in a fight and I want Dooku's money and status. And I hate to say it but Sifo is very killable. Doomed by the narrative in every way)

(Me and Dooku can keep him frozen in the basement together as a bonding activity <3)

#you say you come to be terrible but jess #this never was hallowed land to begin with #so take your terror somewhere where it counts #jk thanks for indulging my no braincelll hours #it's a dangerous mood for me to be in bc i always want to start recreational drama when im bored #so your good deed of the day is saing some satine girlies or whatever #random boli thoughts #answering asks

[everysongineverykey]

being a sherlock holmes canon fan sucks. what the fuck is "i have never loved, watson, but if i did and if the woman i loved met such a fate, i might act even as [that story's murderer] had done" and "by the lord, it is as well for you. if you had killed watson, you would not have got out of this room alive."

#sherlock holmes #acd canon #holmes/watson #what! is! that! sir! #he'd kill for watson! he'd literally kill for him! #i want a sherlock holmes adaptation where someone mortally wounds/tries to kill watson #(or even successfully kills him) #and holmes tracks them down and instead of his regular self-assured pride and calm turning over of the criminal to the police #he just kills them. he's funny like that! he doesn't really often obey the law! he obeys justice! #he lets a thief go because it's christmas and he doesn't feel the man's really a danger to society. #he lets a murderer go because the deed was justified. (that's where the first quote in this post comes from.) #he threatens to attack an abusive stepfather with a riding crop. #hell he threw moriarty off a cliff! because he knew the man was a menace! #i would love to see an adaptation where the murder/attempted murder of watson drives him to kill. #or attempt to kill. and then realize he no longer cares. i'd love to see what could get him to that point! #where's that 'fuck you *goes back to old fandoms*' post. feeling that pretty hard right now

[auntieoneandauntietwo]

The most irritating thing about the Tania Opland recordings is that they have fiddle in them and there’s zero canon mention of fiddles

(Which stuck with me because it’s bizarre and makes my violinist heart sad)

(The other annoying thing is that they changed some of the words from what I remember from the epigraphs. Especially the first verse of the duty song)

#I just think that #honor those the dragons heed/in thought and favor word and deed/worlds are lost and worlds are saved/by those dangers dragon braved #had a better ring to it than #oh we must give honor to those dragons heed/in thought and in favor in word and in deed #/for our world will be lost or our world will be saved/from those dangers that are by dragons braved #yes I know that’s stupidly nitpicky #but I’ve got the ones in the epigraphs firmly in my head at this point #I’m not over the violin think either #I don’t think that’s too nitpicky I think it’s weird #pern reread #pern music #harper hall #dragonsinger #masterharper of pern #tania opland

[sbnkalny]

We're heading back home to join the band, giving him the Hamburger that was cooked specifically for him.

#QUOTE #DAY 12 #Impressed #Orbus INVITED him to join the band #giving him such dangerous poetic labels as the one free man #report him. Civic Deeds do not go

[inthegardenpraying]

“Listen, now. On the other hand, you have fresh, young forces that are being wasted for lack of support, and that by the thousands, and that everywhere! | A hundred, a thousand good deeds and undertakings that could be arranged and set going by the money that old woman has doomed to the monastery! | Hundreds, maybe thousands of lives put right; dozens of families saved from destitution, from decay, from ruin, from depravity, from the venereal hospitals—all on her money. | Kill her and take her money, so that afterwards with its help you can devote yourself to the service of all mankind and the common cause: what do you think, wouldn’t thousands of good deeds make up for one tiny little crime? For one life, thousands of lives saved from decay and corruption. One death for hundreds of lives—it’s simple arithmetic! | And what does the life of this stupid, consumptive, and wicked old crone mean in the general balance? | No more than the life of a louse, a cockroach, and not even that much, because the old crone is harmful. | She’s eating up someone else’s life: the other day she got so angry that she bit Lizaveta’s finger; they almost had to cut it off!” | Dostoevsky, Fyodor/Crime and Punishment: A Novel in Six Parts with Epilogue/Vintage Classics/p. 68

#the truth #Fyodor Dostoevsky #russian literature #psychology #psychology before a kill #psychology during a kill #psychology after the kill #Justifying evil deeds #trade off is one evil deed for a 1000 good deeds #the failure of act utilitarianism as purely used in ethical evaluations #fyodor dostoevsky eventually has the main character give up and turn himself in because he could not move on from killing her #The failure of justifying murder of innocent blood with 1000 good deeds #Jesus dying on the cross and his resurrection show a powerful idea of redemption #murder is pure judgement where redemption does not exist because you can't redeem yourself because they are already dead #their are no justifications for murder #the danger of justification as a means to fulfill that of our confirmation biases #rule utilitarianism would have saved the main character from justifying the killing but not act utilitarianism #the flaws of redistribution and equality instead of equal opportunity #if you can justify degrading someone's existence you can just as easily justify strengthening someone's existence #the flaw in moral relativist thinking #moral objectivism supports humanity as a whole as equally valuable and brings room for reason unlike moral relativism

[arise-ascend]

her new url is komsomolgirl

i’m sharing this so people can block her. i can’t stop people from sending her anything, and I’m not exactly in the position to say “don’t be mean to terfs”, but directly engaging with her is just going to give her more reason to feel like a victim. no one wins when you talk to terfs.

#make fun of her on your own blogs all you want tho lmao #This place is not a place of honor. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. nothing valued is here. #What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. #trans mail

[unmakingandincorporeality]

do y'ever think about how anthropologists of a distant future culture might find a nuclear waste site and read the messages on it and go "oh I recognize this from the digital fragments of memes we keep finding, this place must have been a really popular comedy venue"

#this place is a message … and part of a system of messages … pay attention to it! #Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture. #This place is not a place of honor … no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here … nothing is valued here. #What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. #The danger is in a particular location … it increases towards a center … the center of danger is here … #of a particular size and shape‚ and below us. #the danger is still present‚ in your time‚ as it was in ours. #The danger is to the body‚ and it can kill. #The form of the danger is an emanation of energy. #The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited. #cbat

[reactionimagearchive]

#reaction image #nuclear waste warning #text #this is not a place of honor #no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here #nothing valued is here #what is here was dangerous and repulsive to us #the danger is in a particular location #the danger is still present in your time as it was in ours

[silly-plush-corner]

[12,000 years into the future]

Two teenagers, wandering the outskirts of civilization, take a small detour from the day’s adventure, drawn by the mysterious allure of a metal sign.

The taller, the leaner of the two takes the initiative. He approaches the object of interest, paying no mind to the now-clicking meter clipped to his legwear.

“Well, well, well, what is one of these babies doing in a place like this?”

“It’s an old, forgotten corner of the world, dumbass,” bites the second, a shorter, rounder boy, “where vintage, nerd shit reigns supreme.”

The taller boy draws yet closer. “I mean, how is this thing even still standing?” He asks with a laugh as he rattles the post back and forth.

The plate creaks as it is playfully thrashed about, before falling from its place, down into the sand.

“Welp, there’s your answer. ‘Cause we hadn’t come around yet,” the little cynic shrugs.

“Oh, shut up, you,” the jester playfully retorts.

“What does it even say?”

“How’s about we find out for ourselves, bud?”

As the investigator lowers himself to read, the bystander, still a few paces back from everything, notices a glyph that makes the distance close in the blink of an eye.

“WAIT, HOLY SHIT, IS THAT ENGLISH?”

“Woah, now that you mention it, you’re right! Heh, you and your vintage nerd shit! Good eye, bro!” He offers a fist bump, but the once-dismissive youth is now too absorbed to notice.

“This must be from before the New Age! Give me a minute, I can probably read this, if all this rust’ll let me.”

In a rare show of excitement, the boy leans in a bit closer, just close enough to barely - yet unmistakably - make out the first two lines.

THIS PLACE IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR.

/SRS

“what the fuck-”

#short story #tone indicators #funny #silly #serious #future #radiation #this place is not a place of honor #no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here #nothing valued is here #what is here was dangerous and repulsive to us #this message is a warning about danger #the danger is in a particular location #it increases towards a center #the center of danger is here #of a particular size and shape #and below us #the danger is still present #in your time as it was in ours #the danger is to the body and it can kill #the form of the danger is an emanation of energy #the danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically #this place is best left shunned and uninhabited #writing #fiction #young adult #I mean that’s kind of what teenagers are??? #what other tags do I put on here #hard work #I guess????

[slaygentford]

episodes of television that RUIN. YOUR. AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. DINNER

#this is not a place of honor..... #no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... #nothing valued is here‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #WHAT IS HERE IS DANGEROUS AND REPULSIVE TO US... #THIS MESSAGE IS A WARNING ABOUT (I am the) DANGER #the danger is unleashed only if you disturb this place physically..... #THIS PLACE IS BEST LEFT. SHUNNED. AND. UN. INHABITED.

[obbydrawsstuff]

One more toonkind title card dump, as a treat!

#my art #obby art #toonkind #toonkind d&d #toonkind dnd #toonkind titlecards #title cards #ocs #my ocs #friend's ocs #undertoons #starjet #camille #Cassius Sorrell Yune Deed Blackmont III #alibi #deltasong danger #primrose poodle #mariz #snailien #shorts kid #fleck #manah

[the-bone-theif]

i am of a place which is not a place of honor, and a place in which no great deed shall ever be commemorated. The place from whence I came is repulsive to me. It shall be shunned.

#this is not a place of honor #no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here #there is nothing of value here #what is here was repulsive and dangerous to us #the danger is in a particular location #the danger is still present in your time -- as it was in ours

[fremedon]

Brickclub 5.1.2, “What Can One Do In the Abyss But Converse?”

I’m just going to let my reblog of Bird’s post stand for my 5.1.1 reaction; I don’t have anything to add.

This chapter--god, there’s just so MUCH in this chapter. Plowing straight in:

--The title is a reference to another Fontaine fable, “The Hare and the Frogs”: “A hare in its resting-place pondered / (For what else can you do in a resting-place but ponder)?” Donougher’s not: “The fearful hare realizes it scares the frogs, and concludes that there is no coward on earth who cannot find another more cowardly than himself.” Animal symbolism is usually significant in this book, but there is no cowardice at hand--however, in the previous chapter, there was a reference to the attackers of the barricade of the Faubourg du Temple calling its eighty defenders cowards for not coming out to be slaughtered. Maybe this is a reminder that the National Guard, last seen being spooked by a wheelbarrow, are bringing all the violence we’re about to see, in panicked terror, on an enemy much weaker than themselves. We’re reminded in this chapter that there are only 37 defenders left, and that they have no more food or water.

--“The insurgents under Enjolras’s supervision--for Marius no longer paid attention to anything--”

Marius had a moment, after Enjolras tried to make him co-leader, where he actually was paying attention; having made up his mind to kill himself, he snapped out of his usual state onto his other setting, the one where he has executive function. He was inspecting the defenses of the little barricade when he met Eponine.

That’s over now; he’s still acting with tremendous efficiency, but he’s no longer noticing anything. (And this is the only mention of him in this chapter, the second in the volume and the first set at our barricade.) 

--“Enjolras recommended two hours’ sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a command. Still, only three or four of them took his advice. Feuilly devoted those two hours to carving this inscription into the wall opposite the tavern: VIVENT LES PEUPLES.”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Enjolras is the undisputed leader of the barricade, but his people have a finely-tuned sense of which of his orders are actually suggestions (and it’s most of them). Feuilly--effectively the second-in-command, who we last saw in command of the snipers on the upper floors--spends his time crafting a rebuttal to the jingoisitic and insulting graffiti we saw at Hougomont.

Everyone, however, respects Enjolras’s banning of the bottles from the cellar.

Enjolras calls the ground-floor tavern “the mortuary”: it holds Mabeuf, laid out dead on the table, and Javert, tied upright to the pillar; in the light of the room’s single candle they together form a cross shape. It’s an echo of the image of the nun at the post, in the ground-floor brick cloister room of the convent--the image that so terrifies Valjean. Valjean disregards that warning, burying himself alive, and becomes so fascinated by this living death that he starts praying before the penitent nun herself. It’s part of a history of venerating the Infinite’s intermediaries as proxies--we see him kneeling on the bishop’s step at the end of 1.2--but it leads to him performing his own cross-shaped prostration in front of Cosette’s outgrown and embalmed mourning dress.

This isn’t a good image--but it’s undercut by two things. One is the presence of Mabuef, harmless in his life and heroic in his death. And the other--as we will see later--is Javert’s stubborn refusal to take any message from it, good or bad.

--Joly finally delivers his rebuttal to Grantaire’s argument about revolutions showing God’s poverty (and this comes after a reference to Grantaire re: the proscribed bottles, so we’ve just been reminded of him):

“What is the cat? he exclaimed. “It’s a correction. The good Lord, having made the mouse, said, “Oh dear, that was a mistake!” And he made the cat. The cat is the mouse’s erratum. Mouse plus cat are the revised and corrected proofs of creation.”

We were introduced to the theme of the cat-turned-lion as revolutionary back in The Year 1817, in the context of the statue of a cat at, appropriately, ancient Corinth. This is the final word on that metaphor: Revolutions are Providence’s way of correcting the world, but it’s a correction as simple and natural as the cat catching mice; and revolutionaries--far from being Great Men, or even unusual ones--are as common as cats, or can be, if the cats rise to the occasion.

And immediately following this, the rebuke to the Great Man model is underscored by Combeferre.

Combeferre is starting to fray--he’s not flailing like he will be in a couple of chapters, after they learn they’ve been abandoned, but he does go here in one paragraph from elegies for the dead to a justification of Enjolras’s remorse over Le Cabuc to a comparison of translations of the Georgics to a justification of the killing of Caesar which is mostly concerned with who has the right to bitchy literary criticism. Condensing a great deal: “Genius attracts insult, great men are always more or less subject to carping”--but Cicero’s harsh words against Caesar are not this; they are justice, meted out “by the intellect just as Brutus metes out justice by the sword,” and both kinds of justice are leveled against Caesar deservedly: 

“He was a great man: too bad. Or so much the better--the lesson is all the more edifying. His twenty-three wounds affect me less than the spittle in Jesus Christ’s face.”

This is one of two comparisons Combeferre is going to make between Great Men and Christ in these chapters--the other is Napoleon’s cannonball vis-a-vis the light ray. Religion seems to be on his mind in a way it hasn’t been that we’ve seen before, which is understandable enough. And like I said, he’s starting to fray. But he’s also drawing a distinction here between Genius, which deserves respect, and Greatness, which doesn’t; and between Providence and the Great Men who, whatever their power, can still only be its tools.

It’s fitting that Marius has vanished from this chapter--he’s still sunk in Great Man mode, and that has no place here. The last words of the chapter are given to Bossuet, who climbs onto a pile of paving-stones and delivers an apostrophe to the demes of Athens.

#brickclub #lm 5.1.2 #reason 24601 why I wish there was a really good adaptation #that went full Gothic #on the convent scenes: #so I could make a gifset of that scene #and the ones around it #with the Sandia Labs text: #THE DANGER IS TO THE BODY #THE DANGER IS PRESENT NOW #AS IT WAS IN THE PAST #THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR #NO GREAT DEED IS COMMEMORATED HERE

[commonpigeon]

trying to lose new followers from my post coming back alive by posting about fanfiction, rpf, and about 20 gifsets of middle aged men in the process of dying of scurvy. this is my version of the nuclear waste warnings

#This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here. #What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.

[cabalittle]

That giant horny emoji poast broke my app and froze my phone for a minute. Nothing fucks up my phone, what the hell was that?

#This place is a message and part of a system of messages pay attention to it #Sending this message was important to us we considered ourselves to be a powerful culture #This place is not a place of honor no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here nothing valued is here #What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us this message is a warning about danger #The danger is in a particular location it increases towards a center the center of danger is here of a particular size and shape #and below #The danger is still present in your time as it was in oursThe danger is to the body and it can kill #The form of the danger is an emanation of energy #The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.