So I know we here at Startrekfandom love that "came back wrong but from the pov of the wrong" thing and apply it to many different characters and canon situations and I am far from trying to complain about it (I'm "came out wrong" trope myself so I was always gonna obsess over it) but having recently watched a very important episode (you'll know which one) for the first time I think there's a character who hits both tropes mentioned but llike, intertwined, opposite and subverted, and whom I wanna talk about.
Julian Bashir.
From his parents' pov he's "came out wrong but we got him help and he came back better" while from his own pov it's "came out 'insufficient', was destroyed for it, came back wrong and only later slowly came to terms with his new self tho never the process (justifiably so)" and it's heartbreaking because in a way, he's right! Jules Bashir died! His parents had an intellectually disabled child and decided to eugenics him! Julian is not the person he used to be and while I do love the person he is now, that doesn't bring back who he was! Part of me wishes we could've gotten to see Jules at least once and part of me hopes we never do because my heart would shatter.
This isn't a good comparison but nonetheless one I can't help drawing: it's giving similar vibes to anti-vaxxers. "I'd rather risk having a child who is dead than one who's autistic". Obviously this doesn't map over since Julian is still autistic and the procedure his parents subjected him to specifically targeted his intellectual disability and if any folks with id wanna comment on this I definitely recommend you listen to them over me, but it's a similarity I, as an autistic who has encountered anti-vaxxers again and again, can't help but point out. "Give me a normal child or give them death."
This may have been written about already but there needs to be stories about teenage Julian (after finding out and rediscovering who he was) practicing some good ol' recognition of the self through media. I need to hear about how he would encounter a story about someone who came back wrong (I'm gonna assume there's plenty of "wrong" pov stories floating around by the 24th century) and absolutely weep. I need to see Julian mourning Jules, taking years and years to process his feelings, experiencing guilt about how he, the imposter, didn't deserve to live Jules' life.
Came back wrong from the returned's pov but it wasn't an accident. It was done to you deliberately by the people who claim to love you. And now you are here, piloting the corpse of your predecessor.
Jules Bashir is dead. Long live Julian Bashir.
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Wild guesses for what the HELL could happen in session 2 apparently:
-someone tries to speedrun for the enchanting table despite being wildly unprepared
-Pearl makes several grave mistakes
-somehow the most improbable chain of freak accidents occur possible
-someone decides to fuck around. They find out
-like one soulbound group’s series are ended
-fall damage death
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god the way the Brothers didn’t even consider the cat in the slightest while leaving when they had the Exact Same issue they’re the worst
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All kofi slots filled! Thank you very much ^^
I've also done some thinking. I know what I want to do for a portfolio and I would like to work on it- but doing commissions full time on top of it might not be the best plan for me.
1st option is bumping up the prices again and possible add-ons for color. The quality for sketch illustrations has continued to increase since i first opened them. I just need to improve on my motivation and speed of getting them done
2nd option is taking a pause on full time art again. Finish what work I have now and do a part time job while making up a portfolio.
I thought sharing my thought process lately would make me feel better, but I kept finding myself lost in my wandering thoughts and feeling helpless. So I'll end it here. I dont even know where I was going with this.
I just want my art career to work man. That's all.
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Was just listening to MCR's The Foundations Of Decay and hit that part where the singer goes "let the flesh submit itself to gravity," and the stress that he puts on the latter half of the sentence turns it into kind of a scream,
and I'm thinking about the nature of art as a thing concerned with surfaces and in some ways deeply with beauty as an exercise of communication, and in the face of this, what it means to tear back the facade over the infrastructure, lay the girders bare, to force the medium to strain and creak under the force of what is being expressed.
We think about a truth too much to bear as a thing reserved for gods and terrible gods at that, but I think that there are countless things in casual human conversation every day that are some degree of unbearable, and we wrap our stubborn tongues and teeth around them anyway, if we do not ourselves originate them.
And I mean. I was exactly that kind of kid that listened to MCR, Linkin Park, Evanescence, in middle school. It may have seemed very funny from the outside, as a person who grew up in a context with no shortage of sweet words. The notion of 'teen rebellion' vaguely occurred to me but I couldn't imagine what I possibly would fight against (my imagination was limited)
Even then, to my neophyte mind, it seemed that there was something about the nature of raw emotion. Some things, that are never meant to be said sweetly. Some things that can only be howled.
Humanity does not merely have the ability to scream but we need it to survive. The sublime is not outside us; it moves through our bodies as medium. A singer grips their voice until it cracks, and lightning flashes between their teeth. The sound hits the audience like the crack of thunder when elements pass the tipping point, heat and moisture, and they become rain.
We can admire these things externally but art proves they live inside of us just as well. We are the vessels of emotions that cannot be described or summarized.
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What you'd assume would be a part of online discussions of home-baking matzah:
mix flour and water. bake immediately into giant cracker. congrats you did it, now eat it for about a week as per usual. Very simple recipe, so everyone agrees.
What actually is part of online discussions of home-baking matzah:
one person says it will never be kosher for passover unless baked in a kitchen under strict Rabbinical supervision so home-bakers shouldn't bother. Another person says baking matzah yourself is more in the spirit of Passover because it puts you in the shoes of your ancestors, who definitely did not buy their matzah from a store. One person says home-baked matzah can be kosher for passover as long as the flour you're using has never come into contact with water and as long as you bake it for less than 18 minutes. Another person says unless the flour is monitored during every step of the milling process, it cannot be deemed kosher for Passover, so you have to buy special flour. Another person says the baking for less than 18 minutes rule actually starts from the moment the flour hits the water, but another says it starts the moment you stop kneading it. Not a single soul agrees completely.
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he texted me "hey uhm finn/idk if you're sleeping or not/doesn't matter"
so I said, like an hour later "sorry, I was busy/everything ok?
and he responded right back "yeah/I'll tell you later"
...he then proceeded to leave me on delivered for an hour and said
"don't worry, I'll tell you tomorrow at school"
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