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@cyndromsblog
Hello! I'm told I need an intro so people don't think I'm a bot so here you are. Call me Cyndrom, I like hockey and I'm mostly here to reblog things that look interesting.
I'm into the PWHL far more then the NHL these days. I'm not that active on tumblr anymore so my blog won't reflect that.
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dear smut writers,
to lave means to wash/bathe/lap at, and it's in basically every sex scene ever
a lathe is a machine that smoothes a spinning piece of wood or metal by cutting thin layers off it, and it's also in an unfortunate number of sex scenes
so when you say things like this:
I am imagining things like this:
#does it count as cbt
(source of pic as provided by submitter)
If Gritty from the Philadelphia Flyers was the one assigned to escort Ellie Williams to the Fireflies, how would they fare compared to Joel?
Gets emotionally attached / successfully escorts Ellie to the hospital
Gets emotionally attached / dies on the way to the hospital
Doesnāt get emotionally attached / successfully escorts Ellie to the hospital
Doesnāt get emotionally attached / dies on the way to the hospital
Regardless of attachment, they survive the trip but Ellie dies under their care
Propaganda:
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Do you want to submit a potential protector for Ellie? Click here if you do!
sorry todd I straight up don't think power armor in fallout is cool like even conceptually it just doesn't make sense for the protagonist to have any it requires too much logistics and support to keep in working order like any other military vehicles and I'm not really sure how you would even go about fielding it as a lone wanderer on an open ended adventure instead of as a soldier with a whole squad of mechanics and engineers to maintain it and don't even get me started on how much fallout 4 completely fucking fails to fulfill that fantasy either
May as well give me a fucking fighter jet since it's all useless without a globalized industrial economy and supply chains a mile long touching every part of it
Its funny because like the power armor was a symbol of a bunch of facists who wanted to hoard technology instead of using it to better the world in the og games
as a symbol of fascism it works really well because it's cool and intimidating on the surface but requires far more effort and resources to field that would more effectively be spent on almost literally anything else which is an extremely rare bit of ludonarrative harmony from Bethesda because my god do I never want to actually go through the effort of getting it to the place where it would be most useful once I encounter a situation that would benefit from me being in power armor
once i told an astrology person that they should include where the ISS was in the sky when you were born and she was like thatās stupid. okay sorry for trying to make this a tiny bit more fun
quinn hughes sci-fi hero aesthetic
At a time of near-record inequalities of income and wealth, Senate Republicans just passed the largest redistribution of income upward in the history of this nation. It's an absolute travesty.
Guys, again, I do not like to flood my main with politics too often, but this last year has been especially insane. It is easy to feel apathetic and we know things are not fair, but you still have some power, some input, it does matter even if you think it doesn't. They Struck down the "No AI regulation for a decade" 99 to 1 due to outcry from their constituents. I believe that proves something at the very least. I believe your voice still matters even if we all know it should matter more, but it matters. It still matters.
which of these players is more blorbo?
quinn hughes
mikko rantanen
not blorboable
see results/don't know them
just watched the presser have concluded that in addition to a cup minch marner has wacky new dreams such as living somewhere long enough to be able to send his kid to school and somewhere he'll be able to walk around in the street without being harassed about playoffs and maybe he'll even browse for turnips at the grocery store yippeee
i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive
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The Hockey Stick Galaxy, NGC 4656/7 // Alberto Lopez
theres a certain point where the hrpf ship name has too many numbers in it what do you mean "im a 163488 truther" thats a password
This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.
e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.
I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.
This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.
And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you š«µ are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.
Preserving previous' tags because firelxdykatara also makes excellent additions in them
This is... beyond depressing to me.
I just don't understand what the deal is. Like. If you don't like prose-y fiction then... don't read it??? It's not for you. And that's ok. Leave it for the rest of us. Have these people ever even read a piece of fiction that just... connected with their very soul? I have to think not, because I have trouble believing you can experience that in fiction that holds your hand and leads you to all the messages, themes, etc.
As firelxdykatara says, you have to bring yourself to the experience of art - any art, not just reading. This is why it's joyful to me to re-read my favorite stories. Because I'm not the same person when I re-read them, so I find new things I missed before. And it just makes me love the work more. It changes, as I do, every time I experience it.
I have more thoughts on this, but they're ephemeral. I hope this is one of those trends we can turn around because the thought of this kind of writing becoming more and more rare in the future is just massively depressing.
