#ditching

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was taking night classes but in high school and ditched them to see what would happen. The school's police officer caught up to me and cuffed me. Ya’know, me on my stomach, hands behind my back while he sat on my ass. I turned around and asked, “What if this is my kink?”

#dream #high school #night classes #police #school #ditching #kink mention #police officer

[dougielombax]

Me: No. It’s not gonna work! All my friends end up DITCHING me! Every time!

The Face of Paul Newman on the nearby Newman’s Own salad dressing bottle: *stares at me silently but knowingly without saying a word or making a sound, unmoving*

Me: *sighs with a combination of melancholy, frustration, unfulfillable longing and tiredness and points at the ranch dressing* Shut up.

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #my poor attempt at a joke #unreality #no context #ranch dressing #paul newman #Newman’s own #shut up #this sounded funnier in my head #shitpost #highbrow shitposting #wtf #moment #longing #yearning #exhausted #too old for this shit #what #don’t ask #my sense of humour is broken #friends #or lack thereof #ditching #knowingly #weapons grade shitpost #advanced shitpost #unmoving

[webdimensionsinc]

#p #linux #for #ditching #gov

[f-rantall]

Another photo of me ditching in the school bathroom

#stoner bio teacher aesthetic #wagging #ditching #school bathroom #school #selfie #me #politics class bores me #extra tag to piss people off

[devil-humanx]

#alberca #ditching #aviación #aviones

[texasthrillbilly]

#ditching #etiquette

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

#i will argue this point til my dying breath #they always loved each other #if you think the kiss was the only proof #then i adviae you to reexamine the relationship #the kiss wasn't romantic anyway #it was desperate and painful #it was a last ditch effort from crowley because he loves aziraphale so much #but it was not the confession #he'd already confessed his feelings #the kiss was never necessary to do that #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers

[yes-shewrites]

Stories from living fucking hell: Autistic janitor catches me skipping and we hit it off

My concept of time is based on intervals in between traumatic events. Before Mama died. After Mama died. Before the mental hospital. After the mental hospital. Joining the track team occurred after Ma's death but before the mental hospital. I wouldn't say it marked the beginning of my decline in sanity, but it sped things along considerably.

It was my freshman year, and I was the most unathletic member of the team. Numerous medical issues, no prior experience with sports, small for my age, etc. I absolutely hated track. The only reason I joined was because my dad was always on my ass about getting out of the house.

The team would spend two hours after school every day preparing for our next meet. Each member was expected to pick an area of specialty. I wanted to practice field events like shot put and high jump so I could get out of running, but my "friends" chose, and I reluctantly joined them because I didn't want to be alone.

Let me explain something about these people. They weren't really my friends. They more or less took pity on me, the weird girl, and allowed me to tag along with them. I tried to fit in by forcing myself to act like an extrovert, which failed miserably. I had no social skills, my clothes were too large on my underweight ass, my shoes were torn up, and I wasn't the right religion. I wasn't cool. All of my jokes fell flat. They would run together while I lagged behind because there was no room for me on the sidewalk or in their clique. That's when I really started to hate myself. Track was just another obstacle in my life that I couldn't navigate skill or social wise. Another thing that proved I wasn't good enough.

One day, I was like, "Fuck this." I ditched the cold and snuck inside the gym while the rest of the team was doing laps around the field. I knew I couldn't stay there. Coach could have walked in at any minute, and I was finished if he saw me slacking off. He had harbored a special hatred for me ever since I tarnished his perfect record by finishing last in the 800 meter, and he was looking for an excuse to kick me. I wouldn't have minded that, but my dad would have killed me if I got booted after he forked over hundreds of dollars for the registration fee, sooo.

I walked around the athletic trying doors. Eventually, I discovered an unlocked one that led to the basement. The space underneath the stairs became my safe haven. There was a rusty old file cabinet beside a heater that I would chill on, listening to music until it was time to sneak back outside at the end of practice. It was pretty easy to get away from the rest of the team. I was so slow that nobody questioned my absences, assuming that I had just fallen behind. The only issue was the janitor, who I bumped into one fateful day on the way to my usual spot.

Just kidding. It wasn't fateful at all. I lied and said I was looking for the bathroom and had gotten lost. We got around to talking while she escorted me to the girl's. She was a cool lady. Mentally challenged, but super duper nice. That was the highlight of the track season. Not when I PRed at our final meet, or when the coach said he was proud of me (huge lie), but when I made my first real friend ditching practice.

#ditching #oops i did it again

[cabinette]

i consider myself a connoisseur of What Makes Chilchuck's Brain Fry

#I DON TCAAARE if this looks shit. I'm DONE with it now!!!! #IM SO SICKKKKK I LOVE THIS POLY SO MUCH i need to make more art for them #art cabinet #chilwife is so so pretty i need to dive into a ditch #chilshi #pots n picks #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi

[xtremeservers]

PlayStation 5 is ditching its integratio... https://www.xtremeservers.com/blog/playstation-is-losing-the-reason-its-share-button-exists/?feed_id=112126&_unique_id=6587c44030025&PlayStation%20Is%20Losing%20The%20Reason%20Its%20Share%20Button%20Exists

#Nintendo #PC #PS5 #ditching #integration #PlayStation

[lelelego]

welcome to novac, stranger

#novac my dearly beloved #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #this was the first page of a comic i've since ditched because................................ too much work lol #but it was about how eli and boone first (kind of) met! #still debating if what i had planned is kind of cringe or if i should just say whatever and go fuck it embrace cringe #doodly thingy

[wifelinkmtg]

TUMBLR POST EDITOR WON'T LET ME TITLE THIS POST ANYMORE SO I GUESS THIS IS THE TITLE NOW. WEBBED SITE INNIT

So let's say you grew up in the nineties and that The Lion King was an important movie to you. Let's say that the character of Scar - snarling, ambitious, condescending, effeminate Scar - stirred feelings in you which you had no words for as a child. And then let's say, many years later, you're talking about it with a college friend, and you say something like, "oh man, I think Scar was some sort of gay awakening for me," and she fixes you with this level stare and says, "Scar was a fascist. What's the matter with you?"

The immediate feeling is not unlike missing a step: hang on, what's happening, what did I miss? You knew there were goose-stepping hyenas in "Be Prepared," but you didn't think it mattered that much. He's the bad guy, after all, and the movie's just pointing it out. Your friend says it's more than that: the visuals of the song are directly referencing the Nuremberg rallies. They're practically an homage to Riefenstahl. This was your sexual awakening? Is this why you're so into peaked caps and leather, then? Subliminal nazi kink, perhaps?

And then one of your other friends cuts in. "Hold up," he says, "let's think about what Scar actually did in the movie. He organized a group of racialized outcasts and led them against a predatory monarchy. Why are you so keen to defend their hereditary rule? Scar's the good guy here." The conversation immediately descends into a verbal slap fight about who the real bad guy is, whether Scar's regime was actually responsible for the ecological devastation of the Pride Lands, whether the hyenas actually count as "racialized" because James Earl Jones voiced Mufasa after all. Your Catholic friend starts saying some strange and frankly concerning shit about Natural Law. Someone brings The Lion King 2 into it. You leave the conversation feeling a little bit lost and a little bit anxious. What were we even talking about?

INTRODUCING: THE DITCH

There is a way of reading texts which I'm afraid is pervasive, which has as its most classical expression the smug obsession with trivia and minutiae you find in a certain vein of comic book fan. "Who was the first Green Lantern? What was his weakness? Do you even know the Green Lantern Oath?" It eschews the subjective in favor of definitively knowable fact. You can't argue with this guy that, say, Alan Scott shouldn't really count as the first Green Lantern because his whole deal is so radically different from the Hal Jordan/John Stewart/Guy Gardner Corps-era Lanterns, because this guy will simply say "but he's called Green Lantern. Says so right on the cover. Checkmate." This approach to reading a text is fundamentally 1) emotionally detached (there's a reason the joke goes, oh you like X band? name three of their songs - and not, which of their songs means the most to you? which of them came into your life at exactly the right moment to tell you exactly what you needed to hear just then?) and 2) defensive. It's a stance that is designed not to lose arguments. It says so right on the cover. Checkmate.

And then you get the guys who are like "well obviously Bruce Wayne could do far more as a billionaire to solve societal problems by using his tremendous wealth to address systemic issues instead of dressing up as a bat and punching mental patients in the head," and these guys have half a point but they're basically in the same ditch butting heads with the "well, actually" guys, and can we not simply extricate ourselves from the ditch entirely?

So, okay, let's return to our initial example. Scar is portrayed using Nazi iconography - the goose-stepping, the monumentality, the Nuremberg Lichtdom. He is also flamboyant and effete. He unifies and leads a group of downtrodden exiles to overthrow an absolute monarch. He's also a self-serving despot on whose rule Heaven Itself turns its back. You can't reconcile these things from within the ditch - or if you can, the attempt is likely to be ad-hoc supposition and duct tape.

Instead, let's ask ourselves what perspective The Lion King is coming from. What does it say is true about the world? What are its precepts, its axioms?

There is a natural hierarchical order to the world. This is just and righteous and the way of things, and attempts to overthrow this order will be punished severely by the world itself.

Fascism is what happens when evil men attempt to usurp this natural order with the aid of a group or groups of people who refuse to accept their place in the order.

There exists an alternative to defending and adhering to one's place in the natural order - it consists only of selfish spineless apathy.

Manliness is an essential quality of a just ruler. Unmanliness renders a person unfit for rule, and often resentful and dangerous as well.

And isn't that interesting, laid out like that? It renders the entire argument about the movie irrelevant (except for whatever your Catholic friend was on about, since his understanding of the world seems to line up with the above precepts weirdly well.) It's meaningless to argue about whether Scar was a secret hero or a fascist, when the movie doesn't understand fascism and has a damn-near alien view of what good and evil are.

There's always gonna be someone who, having read this far, wants to reply, "so, what? The Lion King is a bad movie and the people who made it were homophobes and also American monarchists, somehow? And anyone who likes it is also some sort of gay-bashing crypto-authoritarian?" To which I have to reply, man, c'mon, get out of the ditch. You're no good to anyone in there. Take my hand. I'm going to pull on three. One... two...

SO PHYREXIA [PAUSE FOR APPLAUSE, GROANS]

We're talking about everyone's favorite ichor-drooling surgery monsters again because there was a bit in my ~*~seminal~*~ essay Transformation, Horror, Eros, Phyrexia which seemed to give a number of readers quite a bit of trouble: namely, the idea that while Phyrexia is textually fascist, their aesthetic is incompatible with real-world fascism, and further, that this aesthetic incompatibility in some way outweighs the ways in which they act like a fascist nation in terms of how we think of them. I'll take responsibility here: I don't think that point is at all clear or well-argued in that essay. What I was trying to articulate was that the text of Magic: the Gathering very much wants Phyrexia to be supremely evil and dangerous fascists, because that makes for effective antagonists, but in the process of constructing that, it's accidentally encoded a whole bunch of fascinating presuppositions that end up working at cross-purposes with its apparent aim. That's... not that much clearer, is it? Hmm. Why don't I just show you what I mean?

Atraxa, Grand Unifier (art by Marta Nael)

In "Beneath Eyes Unblinking," one of the March of the Machine stories by K. Arsenault Rivera, there's a fascinating and I think revealing passage in which Atraxa (big-deal Phyrexianized angel and Elesh Norn's lieutenant) has a run-in with an art museum in New Capenna. The first thing I want to talk about is that, in this passage, Atraxa has no understanding of the concept of "beauty". A great deal of space in such a rushed storyline is devoted to her trying to puzzle out what beauty means and interrogating the minds of her recently-compleated Capennan aesthetes to try and understand it. In the end, she is unable to conceive of beauty except as "wrongness," as anathema.

So my first question is, why doesn't Atraxa have any idea of beauty? This is nonsense, right? We could point to a previous story, "A Garden of Flesh," by Lora Gray, in which Elesh Norn explicitly thinks in terms of beauty, but that's a little bit ditchbound, isn't it? The better argument is to simply look at Phyrexian bodies, at the Phyrexian landscape, all of which looks the way it does on purpose, all of which has been shaped in accordance with the very real aesthetic preferences of Phyrexians. How you could look at the Fair Basilica and not understand that Phyrexians most definitely have an idea of beauty, even if you personally disagree with it, is baffling. This is a lot like the canonical assertion that Phyrexians lack souls, which is both contradicted elsewhere in canon and essentially meaningless, given Magic's unwillingness or inability to articulate what a soul is in its setting, and as with this, it seems the goal is simply to dehumanize Phyrexians, to render them alien, even at the cost of incoherence or internal contradiction.

Atraxa's progress through the museum is fascinating. It evokes the 1937 Nazi exhibit on "degenerate art" in Munich, but not at all cleanly. The first exhibit, which is of representational art, she angrily destroys for being too individualistic (a point of dissonance with the European fascist movements of the 20th century, which formed in direct antagonism to communism.) The second exhibit, filled with abstract paintings and sculptures, she destroys even more angrily for having no conceivable use (this is much more in line with the Nazi idea of "degenerate art", so well done there.) The third exhibit is filled with war trophies and reconstructions from a failed Phyrexian invasion of Capenna many years prior, which she is angriest of all with (and fair enough, I suppose.) But then, after she's done completely trashing the place, she spots a number of angel statues on the cathedral across the plaza, and she goes apeshit. In a fugue of white-hot rage, she pulverizes the angel heads, and here is where I have to ask my second question:

Why angels? If you are trying to invoke fascist attitudes toward art, big statues of angels are precisely the wrong thing for your fascist analogues to hate. Fascists love monumental, heroic representations of superhuman perfection. It's practically their whole aesthetic deal. I understand that we're foreshadowing the imminent defeat of Phyrexia at the hands of legions of angels and a multiversal proliferation of angel juice, but that just leads to the exact same question: why angels? To the best of my knowledge, the Phyrexian weakness to New Capennan angel juice is something invented for this storyline. They have, after all, been happily compleating angels since 1997. We could talk about the in-universe justification for why Halo specifically is so potent, but I don't remember what that justification is, and also don't care. Let's not jump back in the ditch, please. The point is, someone decided that this time, Phyrexia would be defeated by an angelic host, and what does that mean? What is the text trying to say? What are its precepts and axioms?

Let me ask you a question: how many physically disabled angels are there in Magic: the Gathering? How about transsexual angels? How many angels are there, on all of the cards that have ever been printed for Magic: the Gathering, that are even just a bit ugly? Do you get it yet? Or do you need me to spell it out for you?

SPELLING IT OUT FOR YOU

There is a kind of body which is bad. It is bad because it has been significantly altered from its natural state, and it is bad because it is repellent to our aesthetic sensibilities.

The bad kind of body is contagious. It spreads through contact. Sometimes people we love are infected, and then they become the bad kind of body too.

There is a kind of body which is good. It is good because it is pleasing to our aesthetic sensibilities, and it is good because it is unaltered from its (super)natural state.

A happy ending is when all the good bodies destroy or drive into hiding all of the bad bodies. A happy ending is when the bad bodies of the people we love are forcibly returned to being the good kind of body.

Do you get it now?

ENDNOTES

It's worth noting that the ditch is very similar to the white American Evangelical hermeneutics of "the Bible says it. I believe it. That settles it," the defensive chapter-and-verse-or-it-didn't-happen approach to reading a text, what Fred Clark of slacktivist calls "concordance-ism". I don't think that's accidental. We stand underneath centuries of people reading the Bible very poorly - how could that not affect how we read things today? We are participants in history whether we like it or not.

I sincerely hope I haven't come across as condescending in this essay. Close reading is legitimately difficult! They teach college courses on this stuff! And while it is frustrating to have my close readings interrogated by people who... aren't doing that, like. I do get it. I find myself back in the ditch all the time. This stuff is hard. It is also, sorry, crucial if you intend to say something about a text that's worth saying.

I also hope I've communicated clearly here. Magic story is sufficiently incoherent that trying to develop a thesis about it often feels like trying to nail jello to the wall. If anyone has questions, please ask them! And thank you for reading. Next time, we'll probably do the new Eldraine set.

#phyrexia #not defining the ditch except by implication #thanks to all the very smart vorthoi on the flavor text discord server for helping me work through my thoughts on fascism and phyrexia #this is technically the march of the machine review also #or as much of one as i care to do

[maraudersalterego]

i love skipping fourth hour and going to starbucks

#starbucks #skipping class #school #ditching #this is the only thing that makes me happy

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

i may or may not be planning a fic where one of the many subplots is that Jason (as Red Hood, but Danny already knows) is following/investigating Danny because he thinks Danny’s dangerous somehow. I won’t go into the details because it’s so much, but point is i have a silly little scene in my head wherein Danny goes out to work on a uni group project with Tim, and on their way to the cafe some asshole car hits a guy on a motorcycle. The Biker goes into a rage and starts cursing him out, takes off his helmet and lo and behold it’s Jason.

Mid-verbal fight with the asshole he catches sight of Tim (recording the whole thing and waving at Jason) and of Danny (potential danger he’s been investigating for nearly two weeks), and Jason gives the asshole a “this isn’t over” threat and dips. Then,

Tim, who noticed Danny’s reaction: You know that guy?

Danny: Oh, yeah, that’s my stalker. You?

Tim: Nemesis. I’m sorry he’s your what?

Bonus:

Tim texting Jason: are you stalking my classmate??

Jason: Mind your own business, Replacement.

Jason: Wait, did he tell you that?

Tim: yah

Jason: RH’s been investigating him. Why the FUCK does your “classmate” think it’s me?

Tim: dick is gonna love this. the great rh has a containment breach

Jason: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL HIM REPLACEMENT

Tim: LMAO fuck it we BALL

Jason: TIM

#dpxdc #tim is always on the lookout for blackmail opportunities #i’m planning the fic so far #i really hope i get the chance to write it djsj #jason has perfect text grammar #he’s nerdy like that #tim doesn’t even want to do the group project #he was planning on ditching but his group partner has made his day 10x more interesting #and more stressful #gen z tim #danny doesn’t even question the nemesis comment #’yeah that tracks’

[devil-humanx]

Ditching superado

#aviacion #ditching #emergencia #un sueño

[rishaubsrinivasan]

Ditching my storyboard?

Hi all, welcome back to my blog. Today, I will be talking about why I ditched my storyboard during my production. Without any delay let us dive into it.

I had a clear idea and plan before shooting my music video. I came super prepared and I had already come up with how the video was going to be. Which made it super easy and according to my plan. Soon, my cameraman took additional shots to my production which were the the going to gym, coming out of the gym, and even the sun video. Which made the story even more attractive than it looks. Those shots were really meaningful but I did not know where to locate the shots because I had already made a plan and I did not want to change it at all.

During my editing work, I wanted to use the storyboard that I created and I wanted to follow it accordingly. My friend who helped me with the editing told me some great ideas to locate some shots and made a huge impact on my music video. He was very familiar with the song and he suggested locating some shots in a specific area. It came up very well and then I decided to not go as how I planned because it was better than I expected to be.

My final product will be out soon and I cannot wait to show you my music video, hope you all like it. Thank you for reading my blog and I will see you in the next one. :)

#a level #coursework #music video #motivation #music #media studies #KSI #Tom Grennan #OMG #EXCITED #Final Product #Banger #Blog #storyboard #Ditching #not over yet