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if-you-fan-a-fire · 3 years
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“Runaway Boy Found,” Border Cities Star. January 12, 1931. Page 5. ---- Lionel Aikins, 14 Oxford street, London, Ontario, who told police that he had run away from home, was picked up here on Saturday evening by Constable Roberts. The boy refused to state why he had decided to desert the parental abode. He was turned over to the children’s shelter, pending the arrival of some members of his family to return him to his home.
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frstndlstlns · 10 months
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The Devils Novice
In the middle of September of that year of Our Lord, 1140, two lords of Shropshire manors, one north of the town of Shrewsbury, the other south, sent envoys to the abbey of Saint Peter and Saint Paul on the same day, desiring the entry of younger sons of their houses to the Order.
Take him away girl, and let me put out the brazier and shut up my workshop or I shall be late for Compline!
— Ellis Peters
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tinyozlion · 5 months
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After extensive research, this is my understanding of how Gundams work:
You leave the hatch open overnight and wait for a teenager to fall into it like a glue trap, and that is how new pilots are made.
If the teenager is sufficiently destinyful, it will bond with the Gundam and continue to return voluntarily. Sometimes it is necessary to do harm to the teenager, in order to stimulate the destiny maturation process-- this seems cruel but it is how nature operates.
Instinct will eventually lead the Gundam and its bonded teen to pursue a rival mobile suit and engage in ritual courtship-combat; this rivalry is very important, as older Gundams that no longer have a rival often become stressed, and may engage in self-destructive behavior. Sometimes a Gundam will rival for life, while others engage in serial-monorivalries.
The average lifespan of a Gundam-Teen pair bond is one season and an OVA, though they have been known to live up to 3 seasons of guest appearances in captivity.
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professorllayton · 3 months
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sarchengsey roadtrip book..... sighs dreamily and wistfully
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lipstickmata · 11 months
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dairogo · 1 year
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Coming back to an old WIP
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apaleflame · 8 months
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so how old was gale when he and mystra first met? because im reading up on the forgotten realms wiki and mystra was "killed" in 1385 DR (causing the spellplague), and then returned in 1479 DR (which is only 13 years before the events in bg3, 1492 DR)
sooo if gale is, let's say, 39 years old, he would have been born in 1453 DR, and so would have been 26 during mystra's return (and 34 by the time mystra was whole again)
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rcglasses · 6 months
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If Last Twilight isn't The Intouchables just younger, I don't know what it is.
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bazzybelle · 2 years
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TITLE: Youth Without Youth
RATING: Teen
WORDCOUNT: 60K (so far... and counting)
SUMMARY: Baz Pitch is his mother's son. Nearly from birth, he was taught the Old Ways of harnessing magic. He was taught to use the cycles of the moon, the days of the solstices, and the minerals from the Earth to cast spells. He was taught, from a young age, that Magic, while ever changing, is also grounded in tradition.
When his mother is killed in an attack on Watford, the blame is placed on the Ancient magic she called upon for protection and power. Since then, the Old Ways were seen as Dark, Evil, and far too dangerous and obscure for modernity. With the death of Natasha Pitch, came the death of Ancient Magic.
But Baz Pitch is his mother's son, and while he has to hide his Dark knowledge to the other magicians, he knows it won't be forever. He was taught well, and when the moment comes, he will take back his mother's legacy.
And no one (especially not the Mage's puppet, Simon Snow) will stand in his way.
NOTES: I'll keep this brief (my AO3 notes went on for WAY too long). Here is my @carry-on-big-bang fic! It is by far my longest fic, sitting at currently 60K, with quite a bit more to go.
Thank you to @amywaterwings, without whom this fic would not have been written. They were the one who pushed me, and encouraged me to write this fic.
Thank you to the mods, you have been amazing! Thank you to my incredible artist @snowbazfannov2020! It was amazing working with you! You need to check out their tumblr and Instagram! You can check out the art for this fic HERE!
Thank you also to @facewithoutheart for being an absolute badass of a beta. They took my nonsensical sentences and plot holes and has been hard at work smoothing them out.
This fic will be updating on a weekly basis (starting next Friday). I truly hope you like it.
Also be sure to read the other COBB fics. Judging from what I've read on tumblr during the WIP Wednesdays and Six Sentences Sundays, there are some SUPERB fics and art already posted. This fandom is super talented and I am so lucky to be a part of such a wonderful and lovely group of individuals.
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chrissyscoffin · 2 years
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I cry every time I write a scene with Wayne and Eddie
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hypodermicfroggy · 5 months
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Coincidentally that last post is why I ended up leaving both City of Heroes servers I was originally in, a lot of those people were just utterly nightmarish comic book fans and people with authority complexes.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"YOUTHS LOAFED RATHER THAN GO OUT TO WORK," Toronto Star. February 11, 1913. Page 4. --- Lived at Home and Spent Time Improperly - One Gets Chance, Other to Jail. ---- Two young men, William Cunningham and Henry Pierce, who were let off on a charge of theft from Eaton's at the December Sessions by Judge Morgan, were before the judge again this morning for further delinquencies. Cunningham, the older of the two, receiving three months in the Central Prison, and Pierce being given one more chance. The boys are held by the police as witnesses against a woman who runs a disorderly house.
"I understand you have had no work whatever since I let you off last December," said the judge.
"I have tried and couldn't get any," said Pierce.
"And I had neuralgia, which prevented me from taking work," said Cunningham.
"How do you live, then?" asked Judge Morgan.
"With our parents."
"Do you pay no board?"
"Nothing.
The judge reprimanded the boys on the habit of sponging: and after questioning the two on their relations with the woman held for keeping a disorderly house the judge remarked:
"You are better in prison."
Pierce, who is only 18, was let off on a last chance, but was warned to keep away from poolrooms, and to find work immediately.
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catsofyore · 10 months
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Gang of dangerous wayward youths. 1913. Source.
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aronarchy · 1 year
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Why we don’t like it when children hit us back
To all the children who have ever been told to “respect” someone that hated them.
March 21, 2023
Even those of us that are disturbed by the thought of how widespread corporal punishment still is in all ranks of society are uncomfortable at the idea of a child defending themself using violence against their oppressors and abusers. A child who hits back proves that the adults “were right all along,” that their violence was justified. Even as they would cheer an adult victim for defending themself fiercely.
Even those “child rights advocates” imagine the right child victim as one who takes it without ever stopping to love “its” owners. Tear-stained and afraid, the child is too innocent to be hit in a guilt-free manner. No one likes to imagine the Brat as Victim—the child who does, according to adultist logic, deserve being hit, because they follow their desires, because they walk the world with their head high, because they talk back, because they are loud, because they are unapologetically here, and resistant to being cast in the role of guest of a world that is just not made for them.
If we are against corporal punishment, the brat is our gotcha, the proof that it is actually not that much of an injustice. The brat unsettles us, so much that the “bad seed” is a stock character in horror, a genre that is much permeated by the adult gaze (defined as “the way children are viewed, represented and portrayed by adults; and finally society’s conception of children and the way this is perpetuated within institutions, and inherent in all interactions with children”), where the adult fear for the subversion of the structures that keep children under control is very much represented.
It might be very well true that the Brat has something unnatural and sinister about them in this world, as they are at constant war with everything that has ever been created, since everything that has been created has been built with the purpose of subjugating them. This is why it feels unnatural to watch a child hitting back instead of cowering. We feel like it’s not right. We feel like history is staring back at us, and all the horror we felt at any rebel and wayward child who has ever lived, we are feeling right now for that reject of the construct of “childhood innocence.” The child who hits back is at such clash with our construction of childhood because we defined violence in all of its forms as the province of the adult, especially the adult in authority.
The adult has an explicit sanction by the state to do violence to the child, while the child has both a social and legal prohibition to even think of defending themself with their fists. Legislation such as “parent-child tort immunity” makes this clear. The adult’s designed place is as the one who hits, and has a right and even an encouragement to do so, the one who acts, as the person. The child’s designed place is as the one who gets hit, and has an obligation to accept that, as the one who suffers acts, as the object. When a child forcibly breaks out of their place, they are reversing the supposed “natural order” in a radical way.
This is why, for the youth liberationist, there should be nothing more beautiful to witness that the child who snaps. We have an unique horror for parricide, and a terrible indifference at the 450 children murdered every year by their parents in just the USA, without even mentioning all the indirect suicides caused by parental abuse. As a Psychology Today article about so-called “parricide” puts it:
Unlike adults who kill their parents, teenagers become parricide offenders when conditions in the home are intolerable but their alternatives are limited. Unlike adults, kids cannot simply leave. The law has made it a crime for young people to run away. Juveniles who commit parricide usually do consider running away, but many do not know any place where they can seek refuge. Those who do run are generally picked up and returned home, or go back on their own: Surviving on the streets is hardly a realistic alternative for youths with meager financial resources, limited education, and few skills.
By far, the severely abused child is the most frequently encountered type of offender. According to Paul Mones, a Los Angeles attorney who specializes in defending adolescent parricide offenders, more than 90 percent have been abused by their parents. In-depth portraits of such youths have frequently shown that they killed because they could no longer tolerate conditions at home. These children were psychologically abused by one or both parents and often suffered physical, sexual, and verbal abuse as well—and witnessed it given to others in the household. They did not typically have histories of severe mental illness or of serious and extensive delinquent behavior. They were not criminally sophisticated. For them, the killings represented an act of desperation—the only way out of a family situation they could no longer endure.
- Heide, Why Kids Kill Parents, 1992.
Despite these being the most frequent conditions of “parricide,” it still brings unique disgust to think about it for most people. The sympathy extended to murdering parents is never extended even to the most desperate child, who chose to kill to not be killed. They chose to stop enduring silently, and that was their greatest crime; that is the crime of the child who hits back. Hell, children aren’t even supposed to talk back. They are not supposed to be anything but grateful for the miserable pieces of space that adults carve out in a world hostile to children for them to live following adult rules. It isn’t rare for children to notice the adult monopoly on violence and force when they interact with figures like teachers, and the way they use words like “respect.” In fact, this social dynamic has been noticed quite often:
Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority” and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person” and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.
(https://soycrates.tumblr.com/post/115633137923/stimmyabby-sometimes-people-use-respect-to-mean)
But it has received almost no condemnation in the public eye. No voices have raised to contrast the adult monopoly on violence towards child bodies and child minds. No voices have raised to praise the child who hits back. Because they do deserve praise. Because the child who sets their foot down and says this belongs to me, even when it’s something like their own body that they are claiming, is committing one of the most serious crimes against adult society, who wants them dispossessed.
Sources:
“The Adult Gaze: a tool of control and oppression,” https://livingwithoutschool.com/2021/07/29/the-adult-gaze-a-tool-of-control-and-oppression
“Filicide,” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filicide
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unpretty · 6 months
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every time a dentist tries to helpfully give me Basic Hygiene Tips it makes me want to give up entirely tbh. i brush twice a day and use a special mouthwash and floss every night and own a nice tongue scraper and what i get for my trouble is fillings and root canals and reminders to floss, the same thing i got in my wayward youth of sleeping all day and brushing once a week. why am i even bothering.
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dairogo · 2 years
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For the ask game, Royai (obviously):
"Did you forget what I look like?"
Riza didn’t look away from his wry smile. She wasn’t the sort to be turned away by pointed remarks and, besides, here was a mirage in the house - a hallucination of sorts that she couldn’t comprehend even as she closed the door behind him.
“I’m sorry, Mr Mustang, I didn’t expect ...” to ever see him again.
“Oh, no, it’s okay, Riza, I-- oh," he said genially as he stepped into the front room, before pausing with a thoughtful frown. “I suppose I shouldn’t call you that anymore. You’ve grown up, Miss Hawkeye.”
He returned her considering look and they mirrored one another, taking in the changes of a year.
She was taller, more wary, even dressed more like an adult now that she fit into Mother’s old clothes, and she couldn’t be mistaken for a child anymore, no matter how round her cheeks or how big her eyes - at some point these babyish features turned from ‘baby fat’ into just the shape she was.
He was leaner than he used to be - still broad around the shoulders, but any padding around his stomach was the shape of the uniform he wore, not his body. Academy regime had changed him. His hair was neater, too - she supposed they didn’t allow disarray.
“I suppose your father is in his study?” he asked, eyes lingering on her hair. It had always been short, but perhaps it framed her face differently now.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I won’t keep you any longer. You know the way there.”
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