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[gypsyastronaut]

[aspiritualwarrior]

The greatest fear in the world is the opinion of others, and the moment you are unafraid of the crowd, you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.

Osho

[aspiritualwarrior]

To have enough curiosity to start to question your deepest identity is absolutely vital and essential to spiritual awakening, and to the realisation of peace and freedom.

Adyashanti

[aspiritualwarrior]

Perhaps the biggest tragedy of our lives is that freedom is possible, yet we can pass our years trapped in the same old patterns… We may want to love other people without holding back, to feel authentic, to breathe in the beauty around us, to dance and sing. Yet each day we listen to inner voices that keep our life small.

Tara Brach

[quotemadness]

There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it’s the right unhappiness.

, Freedom

[philosophybits]

I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.

Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience

[rcf-poetry]

I burned away

Any bit of sin

That was left in me

And from the ashes

Came the girl

I always wanted to be

[gypsyastronaut]

[tastefullyoffensive]

“Not use collective punishment as it is not fair on the many people who did nothing and under the 1949 Geneva Conventions it is a war crime.”

[nu11-pointer]

Wait it’s a fucking WAR CRIME?!?! I mean that might not be 100% accurate but now I gotta know

[tlitookilakin]

holy crap, collective punishment is a war crime.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fourth_Geneva_Convention#Collective_punishments

and according to the exact legal phrasing-

No protected person may be punished for an offense he or she has not personally committed. Collective penalties and likewise all measures of intimidation or of terrorism are prohibited.

This technically counts, as students are civilians, and thus considered a “protected person”. So yes, collective classroom punishment breaks the fourth Geneva Convention, and she should be rewarded for standing up for human rights and doing her research.

[squided]

Power-move: accuse your teacher of a war crime using knowledge they supplied you with

[educationenglish]

Tenses in english

[eunommmmia]

renejades·:

It’s as big as the bunkhive, which contained a dozen trolls at any given time. This place is enormous.

consider that your circummmmstances wwwwere unusual rather than the normmmm

[eunommmmia]

renejades·:

Tyzias’ hive is huge. This is too much space for one troll.

it’s really not

[eunommmmia]

lusiiwhite‌:

The pieces of the situation have been assembling themselves in Bronya’s mind, and with Tyzias’ simple statement they all click into place. Bronya rubs the dried tears from her cheeks and takes two deep breaths to reorient herself. “…I can cook, and clean. I’ll help you out around the hive however you need. And if you can get me a small work space–maybe eight by eight feet?–you won’t have to know I’m around.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s my hive. You don’t have to hide in a cupboard like the heroine of a rust novel.” Tyzias rubs at her neck, pulling her messenger bag over to her with her foot and digging around again until she finds another foil-wrapped facial towel, which she hands over to Bronya. “You’ll be the one who won’t see me much, I’m mostly just here or at the bookhive...”

She frowns a little, using her foot to turn her chair back and forth, chewing her lip. “...though, I guess I can spend more time at my home office if you’re going to be cooking anyway.”

[eunommmmia]

lusiiwhite·:

“Yes. I need access to the internet to get the blueprints back, and from there I can scrounge the actual machine together. I’d be starting from scratch, though, so I’m not sure how long it’ll take me.” She looks back down at the egg on her lap, and absently rubs her thumb in a circle on the apex. “…I don’t know what to do about myself, though. I don’t know if I can finish before I’m due to leave.”

“How can you be due to leave? You died in the cave-in.” Tyzias says this nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. She twists and untwists a pen, rocking against the back of her chair a little while she chews at her lip. “It might take time to get you everything you need, since... well, it’ll just take time. But I’ll get it done for you. You’ll need to stay inside, but somehow I don’t think that will be a problem for you.”

[eunommmmia]

lusiiwhite‌:

It’s sound logic, and phrased perfectly to get through Bronya’s cranial plate. She takes a few deep breaths and nods.

“So then… what do I do? How do I make this right?”

“I think you probably need to lie low for a while. You can stay at my hive if you want, I’m barely there anyway.” Tyzias rolls her shoulders lightly, sighing as she takes her hand back from Bronya’s. “You were working on some way to get out of here, right? Would you be able to try that again if you had time and materials?”

[eunommmmia]

lusiiwhite‌:

“I assume not.” Some of the color that had returned to her cheeks after the pretzels blanches back out. “Oh, god. I can’t believe I just abandoned my girls! They need me, and I’m here! Jioyse… and Maftie! Maftie was looking for me! I heard her voice!” The verdant waterworks begin anew.

“Your girls will be fine.” Tyzias reaches across her desk to cover one of Bronya’s hands with her own, looking at her uncharacteristically head-on. “The ones who lived are fine, and there is nothing you can do for those who didn’t. Right now, you need to focus on yourself. You’re not in a great situation. A drowning lusus can’t rescue a drowning charge -- in the same way, you need to make sure you’re secure before you even think about putting yourself in harm’s way for others.”

[eunommmmia]

lusiiwhite‌:

“Do you think it hurts, to be disintegrated by a drone’s laser?” The bag is now empty, and Bronya reaches for the water on Tyzias’ desk. “It’s not something I’ve ever thought about, but it’s suddenly become an urgent thing to consider.” She drains the bottle in a few gulps, and frowns at it when she’s done as though disappointed that there isn’t more. 

“Theoretically, your nerves would cease to be before they could transmit the pain to your think pan.” Tyzias drums her fingertips over her lower lip, chewing a little as she tries to think. “Not that it needs to come to that. You said nobody saw you, right? You got out, and you weren’t counted among the survivors?”