here's the good news: you don't know what else you still have to learn about this world.
i've been here for almost three decades. i know a lot of things. i know a lot about nature. it can tell you lots of facts about flowers and trees and creatures. i am lucky to say i have spent a large portion of my life wandering around outside.
i didn't know the fog lifts until today. i thought it was just a saying; like how we say rain "peters out", or that "dawn breaks".
goblin and i were walking in a place called pine alley. these red pines all are old wood; they stretch high up. the path is wide and beautiful. the fog was snuggled against the ground in a warm fur. i was on a call with my brother, talking about a funeral.
i've been jaded recently. certain personal things have been going very badly. i'm stressed beyond the breaking point, because i hit the breaking point about 2 months ago and had to keep going. i recently ran out of room on my to-do list for a single day - and i wasn't even breaking down my tasks neatly.
but the fog lifted.
i'd never seen it do that. i didn't know it could happen so quickly. the curtain, slipping upwards, returning to the sky. my brother kept talking on the other end of the line. i had to interrupt him. holy shit, i said. fog actually lifts.
i've been living in foggy locations my whole life. i love fog. i love the gentle quiet peace that comes with it.
and here, in the trees beside a meadow, i felt the universe wink at me. see, it said, there's things even you keep learning.
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Ya know I was lukewarm on RadioApple at first, but the more I see, the more I enjoy. If just for the fact that them hatefucking while they try to outdo each other is comedy gold.
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me when I will forever be trapped in a room with an angry man while the audience looks on helplessly through a small, partially-obscuring window
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ok y'all I gotta be honest, but I totally knew that Ragh had gotten Kalina from Porter and thought that everyone else also knew this so seeing some people surprised threw me for a loop a bit
However this certainty of knowledge had absolutely no impact on any of my thoughts and theories this season 😂 not once did it cross my mind that Porter was the one with the spies tongue curse and honestly it didn't even cross my mind that Porter had infected Ragh on purpose I figured it was an accident like when Sandra Lynn and Tracker did the healing
I just didn't like Porter bc he was a dick and mean to Gorgug 😂
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anakin was not born with the teeth of a star-eater, ferrous-black and always dripping blood. his halo did not used to shine so brightly that it hurt his master's eyes, his skin did not always shift and ripple like the surface of a newly-forming planet as the magma churns beneath. his eyes used to be soft and blue and human. he did not grow into his own radiance like it was an oversized sweater, nor did it grow from within him, transforming him gradually from within; his greatness was thrust upon him by a creature who whispered dark promises with the voices of a thousand evil men. he does not want it, this power, and it does not want him.
he is glad his mother has never known him like this. in the depths of his spiralling despair he finds himself almost glad she died, so that she remembers him as human and not... this. supernova child, borne of the cosmos. sky-walker. he is not the son of the stars, he is the son of shmi - wide-eyed boy, sunburnt cheeks, shock blonde hair. the galaxy will not remember him that way.
they will know him as monstrous. she knew him as kind.
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Thinking about PatPran again and how Pran’s life is arguably defined by what he’s not allowed/supposed to do, whereas Pat’s is defined by what he is allowed/supposed to do.
At first it seems like Pat is allowed all this freedom, gets the “boys will be boys”-treatment and is actively spoiled. But then you realize that he has basically been raised to be dependent on and indebted to his parents. While Pran doesn’t get any hand outs but is instead raised to be independent/self-reliant. However, he gets severely punished for doing just one thing against his parents’ wishes.
Pran is not allowed to play the guitar, not allowed to get close to Pat, and taught not to rely on others. Pran can date anyone he wants to as long as it’s not one of the “kids next door”. Pat is expected to play rugby, win competitions and fights, and take over the family business. Be the class president. Be macho.
Pran isn’t told what he’s supposed to do, there are just a few things he’s strictly not allowed to do. Pat is allowed to do what he wants but he also has to do certain things.
…so despite it seeming like Pat gets so much more freedom while they’re growing up, when they’re adults he is the one still chained down. I believe that Pran having a better relationship with his mom than Pat does with his dad is not just because Ming's actions were the source of the family feud. Because the expectations put on Pat were always going to last longer.
Add: This isn't just reflected in the expectations from their parents, but in their respective personalities (which granted probably have partially been shaped by their upbringing) too.
Pat is usually the instigator and will actively try to rile Pran up/get him to compete. Pran always has a rebuttal or accepts a challenge because he refuses to let Pat get one over him.
For Pat it's "win"
For Pran it's "don't lose"
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bury me in childhood joy
they say a little girl died in that primary room,
arms folded tightly,
head bowed,
fidgeting silently.
her long natural hair, a testament to her mother's devotion:
brushing out painful knots
shaping tight braids
shoving sharp bobby pins in to keep it all together.
the itchiest dress you could imagine
but it was oh so beautiful
the scratchy fabric hurt more
as dresses increased in modesty-
modest dresses equaled more fabric
to cover up girls' vulnerable bodies.
that girl had the longest dress
she was modest. she felt like a monster.
"the spirit,"
they said,
"is a still small voice."
and for the first time, the girl recognized a lie.
the spirit was not still. was not small.
it was loud, roaring waves of emotion
that overcame her
and taught her that emotions have depth and range
she was happy. she was sad. she was crying, she was glad.
that child died before she learned the word "impulsive."
the promptings of the spirit were many. they were unpredictable.
the child didn't understand.
why would her leaders lie?
the lesson was forgettable. the message, not so much.
"you must be prepared to die for the church"
"you would rather die than deny your faith,
right?"
the child didn't comprehend martyrdom
but in that moment, she knew she would die a martyr.
and she did.
the child used to love wearing her ctr ring
"choose the right"
so she did.
she chose the right path
her ring rests on that primary chair
blackened with a sharpie and bent out of shape
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i want them to claw and bite and snarl and bleed for each other, the sound of cracking bones and pained gasps, leather on skin, skin under their nails, they brandish their teeth like animals, one with a smile and the other with a promise to bite
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