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20s-something woman. former academica aesthetic blog. shit poster, people watcher, woman kisser, respecter of translators, patient sentinel for Winds of Winter (any day now grrm please 🙏), occasional orbiter of Tolkien/literature/musicals blogs, fascinated by Catholic cultural tradition, doing my part to keep Tumblr the feminism social media site. blog tags u might find interesting to look through: nyc, disabilityposting, anti phone, feminism, cozy, justcatholicthings, others I don't remember hehe

[the-mercy-workers]

Do not waste time bothering whether you “love” your neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone you will presently come to love him.

C.S. Lewis

[immuno-deactivated20240319]

it’s because you’re always in that damn hole that resembles the grave but isn’t

[chips1977]

I cant come to your birthday there's a big ass skullll flying araound

[ithvka]

[roundo]

It’s glaringly obvious that some people think whatever might shock or offend their christian conservative parents (or just a hypothetical idealized group of pearl clutching rich old white people) MUST be good and progressive and Politically Necessary. This is how we get so many people refusing to think critically about things like sex positivity or porn; criticism of these topics reminds them of their Mormon grandparents or whatever and they freak out and label you a conservative. It’s an extremely childish way to live

[poppapeasy]

keep that dumb shit over yonder

[torenhoog]

Laetitia Ky

[capacity2]

I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital

[starlit-syncopation]

actually i was in the NICU for a couple weeks after being pieced together by surgeons but whatever lmao

[capacity2]

That’s because she used klarna. To pay through 4 easy installments with no interest

[contemptible-scoundrel]

THINK LIKE AN OBELISK

ACT LIKE A TOTEM

WORK LIKE A CAIRN

FUCK LIKE A MONOLITH

[northirish]

Got chained to the mast and flogged again #classicblunder

[turing-tested]

generate a girlfriend here and tag this with what kind of girlfriend you got

[grimeclown]

I swear to god those sick fucks better not be selling hand crafted artisan goods

[passengerpigeons]

do u ever think about corn sweat; and the fact that a large percent of corn grown in Illinois, iowa, etc is grown for ethanol and biofuel; and how solar power would be so many times more effective per acre than this; and how like 90+% of so many rare ecosystems in those states was drained for farm and suburbs (in many cases previously farms).

[passengerpigeons]

AND you could still have native plants around and even under the solar panels.

[passengerpigeons]

When you see what they did to the Midwest you'll want to fucking kill the corn lobbyists with your bare hands

[the-tenth-arcanum]

What was the reality of Africa for Shakespeare? Did he know any Africans? Clearly the man who called his theater “The Globe” was interested in Africa, and his two “multicultural” plays set in Venice, Othello and The Merchant of Venice, are filled with references to Africa. This project grew out of an astonishing line which appears late in Act IV of Othello. Othello has just visited Desdemona in her bedroom and threatened her with terrifying and pointed menace. He leaves, and Desdemona, deeply shaken, asks her companion, Emilia, to help her get ready for bed. Entering an eerily emotional twilight that will lead to her violent death, she tells Emilia that she can’t get a certain song out of her head. She learned this song, she tells Emilia, from her mother’s maid, Barbary, who died while singing it, of a broken heart. In one line, Shakespeare has suddenly given us a series of startling images. The appearance of the word “mother” tips us off – Shakespeare’s plays are filled with mysterious, missing women and this is only the second reference to Desdemona’s mother in the entire play. But it is the word “Barbary” which triggers surprising associations. In seventeenth-century London, “Barbary” meant Africa. The Barbary pirates were hijacking British vessels off the coast of Africa, enslaving their white, British crews. In 1600, a delegation of ambassadors from the Barbary court, Africans of high degree, splendidly dressed, arrived in London to negotiate with Queen Elizabeth. That advent stirred much discussion in London. That Shakespeare, writing Othello in 1603, uses the name “Barbary”, implies that there is another African character in his play. Shakespeare has already been at pains to demonstrate in Act I that Desdemona’s parents don’t know their own daughter, and now as she sings her famous “Willow Song,” the quiet, dark, emotional still-point of the night, we are left to reflect that Desdemona – this tender, brilliant, courageous, generous young woman – was raised by an African maid with African stories and African songs. “Barbary” is one of Shakespeare’s powerful and enigmatic “missing women” – he did not write for her, but he imagined her. In Toni Morrison and Rokia Traoré’s Desdemona, we meet her at last, and Desdemona meets her again.

– From the foreword to Toni Morrison's Desdemona, by Peter Sellers

[mengjue]

Ūropi (Europe)

Ūropi, also known by its indigenous name “Europe”, meaning “wide-gazing” or “broad of aspect”, is a small continent first discovered in 1806 by Moehanga of Ngāpuhi, although indigenous Europeans had been living there for many thousands of years. Modern researchers believe the indigenous Europeans originally migrated from the Middle East, and over time split into separate tribes or “kingdoms,” with many retaining their ancient rangatira (called “monarchs” or “nobility”) to this day.

While many see Ūropi as timeless and exotic, indigenous Europeans have actually adapted well to the modern economy, often exporting cultural products like baguettes and vodka, the former of which may be recognisable as the basis for bánh mì.

[dykepuffs]

There is a really frustrating thing where some kinds of speculative story are hard to write because they will be assumed to be bad (clumsy, harmful, regressive) metaphors for real-world events or people, rather than exploring completely speculative ideas. Like:

"What if a small group of religious extremists, persecuted in their own country, moved to an inhospitable uninhabited island and had to rebuild society there?" - But the Americas and Australia weren't inhospitable and were full of Native nations, why are you perpetuating the idea of Terra Nullius and manifest destiny? - Yes, that's because this isn't a metaphor for the British invading other countries, it's a metaphor for finding out how much of a person's religious practise is rooted in worldly concerns, vs how much they will really stymie themselves for the sake of God.

"What if 1/100 children born was a werewolf?" - But queer people are no danger to straight people, and disabled people don't have predictable patterns to their illnesses, and most people who have uncontrollable rages really CAN control them and are just lying, and no minority group has superpowers... - Yes, but that's all immaterial, because I wanted to talk about a load of other metaphors about the passage of time and responsibility and the relationship between humans and wildlife.

It almost feels like death of the author, like "Death of the most obvious metaphor" - If you couldn't reach for the (tormented) parallel between being an alien species and being stateless, what stories could someone tell? If your changeling-baby was neither disabled nor adopted, what would the story be about? Etc.

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[fricktic]

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