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winwinwinterb · 1 year
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All or nothing. Thanks, executive dysfunction!
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bloodybellycomb · 8 months
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concerningwolves · 7 months
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Not being able to write for whatever reason sucks and sometimes making yourself write feels like pulling hundreds of splinters out of your skin, but it is so satisfying when you get back into a groove with your writing and can feel the wheels n gears in your head coming unstuck
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luminiciant · 1 year
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springbon-t-art · 1 year
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i loved this! <3
Thanks for the requests by those anons, @ilovetheajolotes , and  @creeperfox21 i hope you like them :D
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK
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asha-mage · 5 months
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I'm always here for one of your 🌶️ Wheel of Time takes.
Heh. Then I shall not disappoint!
I think that while some of the criticisms folks have of the gender stuff in WoT is valid, a lot of the things people cite as objective facts/proof of Robert Jordan being a secret misogynist, is actually a case of people conflating the views and biases of Jordan's characters with his own beliefs.
One day I want to sit down and do a longer meta on the One Power, it's mythological roots, it's place in the WoT cosmology, and it's societal impact- and what the way it's written actually says about the vision of gender and sex the series presents vs what people think it says (hint: the series is not nearly as gender essentialist as folks like to claim). But for the moment I'll confine myself to this: Jordan presents the idea that, inherently, people are people first and foremost, and no singular flaw or virtue is confined to one gender, one nation, one people group, even one side of the good vs evil conflict.
Many of the same flaws that dogged male-dominated historical institutione that emphasized a higher mission, privileged tradition and entrenched power in certain closed off ways (such as the Catholic church), also dog the White Tower. Many of the foundless prejudices the patriarchy foists onto women ('they gossip to much', 'they can't be trusted with power', 'they need someone to keep them in check and on the Right Path', 'their soft hearts can't handle rough treatment') Jordan's world foists onto men just as easily- with different justifications and reason, but still as ultimately baseless. Any time someone makes a sweeping gender based judgement- the narrative almost immediately undercuts it, when it doesn't outright draw attention to the speaker being wrong (even the qoute-on-qoute 'world wise' characters like Thom deal with this).
People in Jordan's world believe that gender matters and matters a whole lot- but that belief is a self fulfilling prophecy. Virtues and flaws, sins and triumphs, victories and defeats- their all agender in Jordan's world. It's the character's belief that these things are gendered, born of their prejudices and biases, that make it seem like Jordan is making the opposite statement, when really what he's doing is asking you to think critically of yourself, and try to suss out where a character is coloring their own narrative to suit themselves, and where they aren't.
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delisocks · 2 months
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the people of gaza are living under literal apocalyptic conditions and life just kind of. goes on. i have chem homework due wednesday. the science museum is looking for volunteers. pharmacy-checkout tabloids advertise the latest exploits of Head Case Harry and Sleepy Joe. taylor just announced “tortured poets department.” girls in my class walk to safeway for lunch, come back with colorful drinks in plastic starbucks cups. bumper stickers everywhere: don’t use 5G!! car seats stained with mcdonald’s potato grease. news about the genocide delivered between sponsorships and podcast recommendations. everyone an ally, no one an activist. what is there left to say at this point??
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wheelwheelwheel · 8 months
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Sick and twisted that everyone keeps telling Nynaeve that what she saw in the test wasn’t real and couldn’t be real and then the show keeps showing us the viewers ways that it could be. Lan wearing his hair the same and Alanna telling him Nynaeve was about to go through the Arches can’t be a coincidence. Just like Egwene saying she came to the Tower to learn how to fight (which makes it seem like she’ll choose the Green Ajah) probably isn’t either
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rhaenyradelights · 2 years
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the love rhaenyra and alicent share is true and real and a foundational part of both of their lives both in the past and future, as something they never stop grasping for but. the dragon cannot join the girl in the tower. the dragon cannot rescue the girl from the tower. the girl is the tower and the dragon can only burn. 
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minas-linkverse · 9 months
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When designing/writing characters that have certain traits/characteristics which in our current society may be a hot button topic (like being trans), how do you tackle making sure it’s not a Big Deal (ie that character’s dominate trait or only reason for being in the story) but also not brushing it under the rug (like what JK Rowling did with Dumbledore being gay)?
This topic is a little too complex for me to sufficently cover it in a tumblr ask+reply, and even if I could I would feel like it wasn't my place to speak for everyone.
I will attempt to give some advice, but consider this more of a starting off point than anything.
The main two things are research and improving yourself, I think. These two things go hand in hand to form a cycle that if you continue going through you will become someone who wont pull garbage bigotry on minorities.
What I mean is, that you have to research whatever group youre hoping to represent. Not just wikipedia or other articles, but find their own opinions. Things said by them. During that research you might get uncomfortable, confused, overwhelmed and maybe even angry.
That's because we are all subconciously bigoted one way or another. That's where improving yourself comes in. You will never be able to represent a group youre not a part of if you do not process the feelings that come up and deal with them. Subconcious bigtory is incredibly visible in writing. The reason someone like J.K ended up writing Dumbledore's sexuality the way she did, is because she never went through the cycle and learnt to be humble in the face of critique.
That gets me to another point, which is that you are allowed to and will make mistakes. Many weirdos online like to say you cant and will be cancelled forever, but if you are genuinely remorseful and show that and show youre listening... You can mess up. Its okay. People who want rep often also want to help.
Uhm... This is getting long, but to make clear what I mean, is that its very difficult to start, and there arent shortcuts... But you become someone better by the end of it. Be humble, find ways of learning that work for you, be kind and curious, and you might end up with so much more joy than just good writing. Life is better with more kinds of people, cultures and stories in it. I reccomend it.
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candyunicornsateme · 5 months
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Kenny and Kyle would be incompatible because only one of them would punt their younger sibling like a football. In this essay I will
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scramblecat · 1 year
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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT It’s midnight and I’m too tired to have coherent thoughts but we ball. So:
Scramblecat is here to spread their TIMEBLIND SETTINGS PERSON AGENDA!!
Ok first of all Bear With Me Here because this is coming from someone whose Settings Person interpretation was previously a ‘knows the exact time’ one!! So I know where folks are coming from with this one. BUT.
There is such a widespread association of the Settings Person with the concept of time itself because of the first thing they ask of you: Please enter the current time.
And while yes, time is certainly a thing they talk about, they do not by any means imply that they ever know what time it is, nor that they have control over it. (If anything, that’s the Curator’s wheelhouse, but we can talk about that another time!)
Instead, they talk about marking down the time you give them, and even outwardly admit to you that it doesn’t do anything and there’s no way for them to know that it’s correct!
Though half of their dialogue is about time, it’s mostly commenting on the times you’ve set and talking about how they do not know what time it is and don’t have any way to know. They talk about how it matters to them and the experience of playing the game, and yet, again, it doesn’t do anything in the game itself.
That might be the reason they get so upset when you leave the clock at 12:00– learning the time from the player may very well be the only chance they have at knowing how much time has passed. And if not that, it really is just important to them— they tell you it’s an integral part of the gameplay experience, yet it doesn’t. Actually do anything.
A lot of this stuff is completely overlooked because of how entangled with the concept of time they’ve become. It’s so popular to have Settings Person interpretations that can tell you the exact time at any moment— and while yes, I like those interpretations just as much, and was guilty of doing this before, the fact of the matter still stays: They are!! Timeblind! (Canonically!!)
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prstmmprhdl · 7 months
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Huh. I feel so stupid over how MUCH I love Trigun in general and Vash in particular. And, like, not even in a self deprecating way. I just think of him and I start to giggle or tear up, if anyone mentions my mobile background or my felted Vash, or the manga, or any other stuff I’ve surrounded myself by, I don’t brush it off, as I always have done, but start to tell them about it and have serious difficulty with stopping the outbursts. My husband literally asks “are you looking at Vash again” every time I smile at my phone (he’s correct most of the times).
I knew I had a tendency to hyperfixate on stuff, but this is something new for me.
As the meme says,
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weeb-polls-with-pip · 7 months
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Watched episode 7 of OPLA today.... that Garp and Zeff dinner scene was kinda 👀👀👀😏😏😏
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girlonthelasttrain · 6 months
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Lanfear-with-popcorn watch: oh girl you really pick them out
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asha-mage · 6 months
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Rand/Elayne, secret 👀
[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]
Here is what the people of Andor know-
Queen Elayne Trakand, Radiant of the Light, Lioness of the Sun, is the finest Queen they’ve had in a very long time, maybe the finest in Andor’s long history. She is brave and compassionate and wise in equal measures, unafraid to be ruthless and cunning when duty demands, but unwilling to be cruel or harsh without cause. She keeps trade open and the granaries full, the nobles in check and the alliances that make up the Court of the Sun strong. If there is one fault to be found in Queen Elayne it is the fault of all Trakand rulers, the fault that had ended her mother’s reign and almost destroyed the world, though she has kept it better checked then her predecessors. A fault that is all to human, and yet easy for the bard’s to romanticize and rationalize away- the kind of thing that will fit neatly into both her legend and her her history books, and something that is easy enough for her subjects to forgive given all else she does.
After all, what doe sit matter if the Queen has a truly terrible taste in men? The Queen can do as she wishes as long as duty is satisfied and the rule of law kept and the realm stays prosperous. So what if she had loved a traitorous Darkfriend? She had taken his head during the Last Battle in the end. So what if their had been some rough handed mercenary? Was a woman not allowed to enjoy making a scarred man bend to her will? So what if she had taken her new Captain General to Warder and lover both? The man she would be grateful to rise so high on her esteem. So what if a some dark haired bard slipped in and out of the palace’s private chambers? A woman had needs.
Queen Elayne Trakand was the most powerful woman in the Dragonlands, perhaps the world. She was Aes Sedai and twice a sovereign and the leader of the stronger alliance to ever been seen, and even if none of that was true she was the Queen. She could do as she pleased, and if anyone had any aspersions to cast, the meanest crofter, the lowest beggar in all of Andor or Cairhien would raise a hand to silence such.
Here is what the palace knows-
The Queen has no husband and never will. It is not an unheard of state of affairs for a leader, particularly one with a secure heir already in place. If some of the nobles and dignitaries are nervous about the lack of a second in line after the Daughter Heir or the missed potential of a marriage alliance, well it was their job to fret about such things.
The Queen was the Queen, and her duty was to provide an heir which she had done. Her private affairs beyond that, where her private affairs. The why is not that important. Rumor in the palace would name a thousand different reasons, but the most common accepted is that she had seen what love had done to her mother’s reign, to the rules of countless men and women throughout the long history of the Dragonlands, had tasted it herself with that snake Mellar and thought better of laying herself so bare in heart and soul. She was wedded to her realm and that was more then enough. Pretty musicians and handsome commoners who would ask no questions and be grateful for their Queen’s attention, could fulfill any other required need, without risk. It was no more then her due as Queen, after all.
And if there is one particular dark haired musician who stays for irregular but frequent periods in the royal apartments, well. Maybe she just likes his singing voice.
(The rumor that she had loved the Dragon comes up too from time to time, that he had been father to her children and first flame of her heart, but it it’s solidly in the middle of the pack in terms of believers, and evne it’s adherents would never begin to guess at the full extent or truth of it).
Here is what the Lion Guard knows-
The rumors of a bond with Mellar where trash, any woman of the Guard could tell you that. Captain General Guybon is her Warder and Captain General, but no more. There had been a mercenary at one point, though he had been more of a fop then a rough sort, and belonged to the Seanchan now these days. And there had been a man with a face like misshapen clay, a rough laborer whose smile could curdle milk.
There had been an Aiel woman too, sometimes, beautiful as the sun and sharp tonged as a viper, but soft and gentle for the Queen. She still visited sometimes, when her duties as Wise One did not call her away, but there was a distance there too, created by the Aiel’s role as peacekeepers.
But the Dragon? That was foolishness. A rumor cooked up to strengthen morale, to lend the First Prince of the Sword and the Daughter Heir an air of mystique, of divinity to their legacy. A pretty thing for the legends, and the footnotes of history books. The Dragon had never looked twice at Queen Elayne as far as her personal bodyguard knew- and there was no way such an affair could have been carried off without their knowledge. Certainly not.
And none of them, not Dragon, not mercenary, not laborer or Aiel, or Warder or Darkfriend traitor could claim the truth of the Queen’s heart. That honor when to the pretty dark haired man who sang the sad songs for her in the Old Tongue, who juggled and told stories to make her laugh and lounged with her long evenings on the garden.
It was him who taught the First Prince how to use his sword, who listened to the Daughter Heir cry out her night terrors, who played games with them, and read to them, and showed them the affection and love and devotion of a father. The matter of blood was irrelevant really- weather they where the laborer's or Cauthon’s or hells the Dragon’s didn’t matter. It was the gleeman they called father, and it was the gleeman who fulfilled that duty.
That was enough for the Lion Guard. He might never been Prince Consort in name, but in all the ways that mattered he was one of the House od Trakand, and so, they would spend their lives to guard him, for the sake of their Queen, and their realm, and the man himself.
Here is what the children know-
It is a secret. A very very important secret.
Your father saved the world once their mother had explained to them, time and time again. It nearly cost him his life. If it is found out he still lives, it will cost him the rest of it.
Cethlyn does not mind, not really. She is a bright girl, and can put together the pieces as they stumble into her hands growing up. The tale of the boy who had climbed the garden wall, and the Dragon who had given everything over to saving the world. The way mother laughs when she is in father’s arms, the same laugh as when she dances with Aunt Avienda or Uncle Mat in the small hours of the morning, or hidden away at the secret cabin that they only ever visit by Gateway. They form the whole picture in time, and she keeps her silence and lets tongues wag. One day she will be Queen in turn, she knows, she will have to put up with worse said about her.
It bothers Shevan a bit more. He hates people thinking some filthy Darkfriend’s blood runs in his veins. But he knows duty, and he loves his fahter, and can’t stand the thought of anyone taking his father away from them forever. As it is they see him rarely- and though he always returns with a song and a laugh and a new story, Shevan is hungry for more. Hungry to travel with him, to know him, to be trained by him in earnest, even as he is to shy to ask.
Neither child doubts or questions or wonders, why they look so different from the dark-haired man their mother calls Rand. It dosen’t really matter. The world is full of impossible and strange things. What is one more?
Besides, when their parents hold their hands and laugh, when they gaze into each other’s eyes and smile, when father sings in the soft lilting Old Tongue and their mother seems to breath it in like air- their can be no room for doubt. Not witnessing the raw love that fills them both, the admiration, the bond.
It seems a shame to keep it secret, and yet it seems right too, to hide this fragile brilliant light from the world, lest it be broken by the eyes of those that can not be trusted.
Here is the secret-
Elayne Trakand loves Rand al'Thor, despite all that lays between them, and maybe because of it. Their are others too, other compartments in their vast hearts, and that dose not preclude their love for each other. They have a family together, and Rand does his best balance his wanderings, and his abstaining from events, and being their father too. He has earned his peace and Elayne does not begrudge him it.
It should be tawdry and scandalous and dangerous. But it isn't. It is shockingly, almost disappointingly wholesome and pure.
They love each other, and it is a secret, but changes nothing. When it's true love, it never could.
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