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This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper
do not. address it
it exists to divide the working class. All labour is skilled labour. Yes including that one. Yes, including that one too.
Do you know what's unskilled labour? Owning capital. There's no labour involved, thus requires no skill. And you can tell because people can be born into owning capital.
one day, despite everything, a really clear and present peace will descend on you. you will find yourself almost retroactively feeling that peace as it happens: you'll realize it's been a few minutes or hours or days since you Thought About It. you'll notice that you're actually fully relaxed and you've been relaxed for a little while. that while today might just be a normal day, it felt like a normal day - it was a little tiring, but not overly so; there were moments of fun in there, and you got to see a little bit of beauty. you will realize that in between the self-help books you've "read" (glanced over) and the podcasts and the journaling, this moment is the tip of a long and beautiful ship you've been swimming towards for years now. you will realize: you've been teaching (coaching, parenting, punishing-sometimes, but ultimately yes - loving) yourself to see the beauty in the world, and now you do it almost automatically, by rote. you will realize that happiness is not just the wild abandon of summer; the concerts and the parties and the beaches. happiness is like love: it is gentle and soft, unassuming. it is confident and ready, a stable and earnest peace that is not the brittle holding-fast of your childhood but instead a real and impenetrable wall; a thing that once-felt cannot be dismissed. a thing that will always be there, in a sense, or at least will be something you could always make again - and you know this because you built it.
in that place you will finally find yourself. when you were little and decided enough was enough and decided you would survive this and decided that you were the master of your own fate: the person waiting for you in this peace is the version of you that you wished on. you looked years into the future and knew it would take work and diligence and failure. that you would be scrambling and backsliding. and you still said, back then: i want to meet who i am when i'm happy.
and oh, my love. it will be so worth it, all that waiting.
Dracula: A Love Tale (2025) | Caleb Landry Jones as Vlad and Zoë Bleu as Elisabeta
“Do you think God would forgive us for loving each other so much?”
"I'm only haunted by the memory of my wife, my one and only love. And you look so much like her that it troubles me. Her name was Elizabeta and when she wanted me she used to play this little tune that echoed trough the castle. It was my signal to run to her."
He is the most perfect man for Dracula. #NEEDTHAT in every way possible oml…
I want to be your flesh, and your blood.
“To say that woman is mystery is to say not that she is silent but that her language is not heard…”
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex
I really love the quote that some elves “can make the things of which they sing appear before the eyes of those that listen”.
It makes sense given the place of music in the weaving of the universe and I find it so poignant given all the stories of loss in The Silmarillion and even in later ages for the elves…
Lands lost to war and time appearing fleetingly in the voice of singer who may not even remember them themselves. Faces woven from notes and chords.
One of my elven words of the day awhile ago was lengwë meaning yearning, desire for what is absent or lost” and this made me think of that.
Those gifted in these songs cannot bring back Beleriand, cannot undo the loss from battle or captivity or other grief. But this pain that is so deeply shared among the various elven peoples can for the length of a song become lighter than air.
There’s a lot of potential for art and culture as well as battle and I want to make a follow up but I’ve just been thinking about this one aspect
This makes me think of how Bilbo and Frodo speak of talking to elves, that elves are a little confusing and would rather demure than offer straight advice.
Perhaps it is because elves know very keenly how powerful language is.
Pawn takes King by KizuKatana
Pawn takes King
by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)
M, WIP, 5k, Wangxian
Summary: “Your input is irrelevant. Hanguang-Jun left you in our custody,” Su Minshan sneered. Wei Wuxian’s lips twisted into a dark smile. “The honorable Hanguang-Jun lost the right to his custody of me when he broke the oath we made to protect each other from harm in our wedding contract,” Wei Wuxian said. He ignored the in-drawn breath of the crowd who had gathered on the street to watch the public whipping and continued. “You agreed that—if I accepted the punishment—I would owe nothing more to GusuLan and the Jiang would not be blamed. My marriage is ended, so GusuLan no longer has authority over me. I won't surrender myself willingly to a group who claims righteousness, yet punishes without trial, without investigation, and without a chance for the victim to speak.” Wei Wuxian might have been the 'bride' in this arranged marriage, but the group around him had forgotten that he was Hanguang-Jun’s equal in terms of power. The honor guard of eight Lan disciples was no match for him, even while wounded. Kay's comments: This setting is so fascinating! The sects are completely isolated from each other. It's omegaverse. Omegas are very rare and coveted because they can bring Alpha children and of course, Wei Wuxian is a rare and strong omega and then there's the teaser in the summary!! Very curious to see where this story might go. Excerpt: Wen Chao was glaring at Wei Wuxian, but didn’t feel brave enough to go against his brother. With a nearly audible clenching of his teeth, he turned and left, signalling to his followers to accompany him. Many of the others left as well at the sound of the horn, worried about what had happened. Only Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng stayed. “You’re an omega,” Wen Xu said, ignoring everyone aside from Wei Wuxian. From the corner of his eye, Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji stiffen, but he didn't dare take his eyes from Wen Xu. "It's too bad my father didn't know sooner." Wen Xu reached into his pocket, took out a small vial and tossed it to Wei Wuxian. "What's this?" Wei Wuxian asked, catching the vial more on instinct than thought. "Antidote. Chao-er usually poison's his weapons. It's the only way he can get any kills," Wen Xu said with a shrug. "How do we know this is antidote, and isn't actually poison?" Jiang Cheng snapped, reaching over to try to grab the vial out of Wei Wuxian's hand. Wei Wuxian kept the vial in his grip. He'd seen Wen Xu once on a hunt, and seen enough to know that—if Wen Xu wanted him dead—he would take a much more direct route. He had no need for poison, but having a sample of antidote for the poison that the Wen used in their weapons could be extremely useful. Especially if the political discussions just broke down to the extent that the Hunt was cancelled.
pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, historical, arranged marriage, omegaverse, alpha lan wangji, omega wei wuxian, treachery, betrayal, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, mpreg, bamf wei wuxian, bamf lan wangji, not cultivation world friendly
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"fruit has sugar" warning post reminds me of my coworker who told me to make sure I don't get "addicted to fruit". yeah i'm also addicted to a nice walk on the beach
me after developing a debilitating fruit addiction
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
unmarried childless women whenever there's a newly released low birthrate statistic
Can we just appreciate how fucking pretty MXY/WY is with his hair down
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