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just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom

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back on my messing around with paneling bullshit. artificial condition is bangers top to bottom and this scene ranks highly among them. "my clients, the other humans on the shuttle. i let it in." what if i blow up

#artificial condition #murderbot diaries #murderbot

aforlorngazeintoyesterday-deact

doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

molabuddy

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

molabuddy

btw this has graduated into me just saying "the trout population will be affected" and then not elaborating

other-orchid

this post has genuinely helped me so i used it as inspiration for today’s hand lettering practice

hearteyesilya

#toronto blue jays #ernie clement #baseball

embroiderycrafts

Mountain Bear finished need help deciding on words by throwaway_2O26 on reddit.

#embroidery #fibre arts

lepetitghostcat

Cause here's the thing. To know how it ends. And still begin to sing it again. As if it might turn out this time. I learned that from a friend of mine

#WOW this is gorgeous!#fanart #hadestown

wlw-whump

I'm a BIG fan of low ranking characters suddenly thrust into a position of authority they're unprepared for. a young princess, too far down the line of succession to merit any training, forced onto the throne when her whole family dies in one attack. a lowly technician on a team who finds themself the defacto leader when a mission goes wrong and every single person above them is captured or killed. a group of strangers comes together for survival, and the only person with any assertiveness gets assigned a leadership role, even though they have no special skills. do these characters rise to the challenge and lead their respective groups to victory? do they crash and burn under the pressure so hard no one ever trusts them again? do they massively restructure their whole society because any system that puts them in charge can't be doing things right?

#tropes #yes good

agentofdeterioration

The Catalogue of Ships in the Iliad is, to a modern audiences, what classicists have called “boring as hell,” but I can’t help but think that if you were watching Homer recite it it would have been more like when comedians go, “anybody here tonight from Chicago?” and the Chicagoans in the back start cheering

Homer’s like, “and there were forty black ships from… LOCRIS” and the Locrians in the crowd start going absolutely nuts

talas-first-lady

sophiamcdougall

I tried to annoy some youths on the Elizabeth Line and it backfired

sophiamcdougall

I Became That Which I Sought To Destroy

sophiamcdougall

They were playing music out loud. I hate that. I asked them to stop. They didn't. "Fuck it", I think, and decide to choose violence. I move nearer them, remove my own headphones and start doing Duolingo Greek, which I know from experience is extremely irritating to be around. I figure anyone else nearby is already annoyed and I can't make it worse

But then I ran out of hearts. And I wasn't finished with violence yet, so I decided to turn on my own music.

"What are you doing" say the youths. I shrug.

The youths begin to bop along ironically.

"They hate this," I think. "I am winning."

"Hang on," says a youth. "What is that."

I realise something is going wrong but not what to do about it. "It's Italian," I mutter

"Are you Italian?"

"No, I just speak it."

"Oh shit. This goes hard actually," says a youth, whose bopping along no longer appears to be ironic "Is that rap? There's Italian rap? Whoa. Took me a second"

"What's it about?" says another youth.

My inner Public Transport Etiquette Absolutist and my inner Italian Music Evangelist are now at war. Fatally poised to decide the balance is the fact that I am a middle aged woman who has just had her musical tastes flattered by Youths.

"It's called Arresto Cardiaco, which obviously means cardiac arrest, and it's about a panic attack," I say. They lean over to peer at my phone.

"He must have some bad panic attacks," says the first youth thoughtfully.

"Maybe he gets them all the time," agrees another.

Somewhere along the way, and I realise I don't know when it happened, they turned off their own music and are now bopping along to mine.

I can't bring myself to turn it off.

Other passengers stare at me with open loathing. They are right to do so.

I literally could not beat them and I accidentally joined them. I am sorry.