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×× update on my life as of nov 25 ××

working from home & trying not to go stir crazy doing therapy and medications now, that's nice still working on travelling more publishing my old economics papers, hopefully thinking about pursuing my masters occasionally writing and updating my fanfics

×× current obsessions ××

kpop (bts & svt) john wick (movies & comics) horses (pretty & cool) kdramas (tk:em & flower of evil) aesthetics (webweaves & poetry) hockey (canucks & devils)

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#mindspeaks #2025

kineticpenguin

Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn't committing to the bit

kineticpenguin

I mean, we're talking about people whose lifespan is Yes.

"Oh, the weak wine? That is for children. I am two thousand years old, and I daresay one sip from this highball would knock you on your ass for a week."

kineticpenguin

Look, there's this weird thing people do with high fantasy where they want elves to be immortal/extremely long-lived snooty aristocrats and also somehow incapacitated by imagining the taste of salt too hard. "Orcs and dwarves have the hardest booze" no they don't, they have work in the morning! In any of these settings, elves would pregame harder than hobbits party and everyone else has shit to do tomorrow.

onion-souls

The average high elf builds up the drug tolerance of a mid-70s Hollywood producer and then spends three centuries studying alchemy. While humans seek immortality, the Immortals seek the elusive "philosopher's cocaine."

phaeton-flier

Elf Fentanyl works exactly the way cops think human fentanyl does

beardedmrbean

Rick Rolled a entire stadium full of people, epic.

freshmoviequotes

Princess Mononoke (1997)

gatheringbones

I love your agreeable and amenable and flexible nature and how none of your wants and needs ever get priority and how nobody even knows what they are to begin with and how you never start or engage in conflicts and never express even mildly unsavory opinions and get along with everyone from every conceivable group, that’s so trustworthy. hey quick question. do you happen to have an enormous pressurized reservoir of rage and resentment you feel like you can’t ever analyze or express because that would break the rules for the kind of person you are and if so, do you think a lifetime of squashing it down might ever backfire?

#im in this post and i dont like it

2colde

they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it

theehorsepusssy

wholeheartedsuggestions

late night reminder to self: your depressive episode will not last forever. it will have an end. tonight will not be the end of you.

burgundy-forest-deactivated2024

Hey guess what i saw this a few days ago when i was in an absolutely scary slump and then i spoke to my counsellors and did what they told me to do and now i feel so much better. So this is true. Reblogging for more good luck

shamwowxl

i-like-reblog-maps

wholeheartedsuggestions

why is this so beautiful in like a space way

kassil

Because the essence of humanity and life as a whole is a constellation of connections with one another. We are all here in this cosmos together, from the tiniest creatures to the distant stars.

You're not alone.

twigsofmanyfaces

you got lots of company, and you're gonna be okay 🫂

ghostbird-7

bestenemys

She and her brother could not be people. They had to be something more.

PAUL ATREIDES and ALIA ATREIDES in DUNE 3

ace-disgrace-on-the-case

Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone

ace-disgrace-on-the-case

I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it

ace-disgrace-on-the-case

It’s socially isolating, which is dangerous—when you’re in this sort of situation, community is the difference between life and death, housing and homelessness.

I think the collective prioritization of comfort first is hurting people in a real and material sense

#this is me

hyayayayaya

"ɪ'ᴠᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ. ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʀᴛɪʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ɢᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ."

kosmogrl

tierras

by enigmatriz

thestuffedalligator

I gotta ask: what does Gnu Terry Pratchett mean? I'm only two books into discworld; is it a reference to something there? some fandom in-joke? or was the late Sir Pratchett especially fond of the g-nicest work of g-nature in the zoo?

It’s a bit of an in-joke, I guess. In-memoriam, maybe?

The long version is that it’s a reference to a bit in Going Postal, one of the later Discworld books. In Going Postal there’s a lot of focus on the Clacks system, a sort of pseudo-telegram system run by people up in boxes on the tops of towers who send messages from one corner of the Discworld to the other by flashing semaphore codes to the next tower in the line.

In Going Postal, a new company has bought out the Clacks and is running it at high-speed at all times, even as the operators are dying of the company’s negligence to make ends meet, and the plot of the book is basically about restarting the city’s old postal service to break the company’s monopoly on long-distance communication.

It’s a fantastic Discworld book, by the way. It was my sister’s first Discworld book and she quotes it at me constantly. If you aren’t doing a publishing order read, it’s a great book to check out.

The point is that halfway through the book, we see a scene set inside one of the Clacks towers, where one young Clacks operator sees a code go through the semaphore again. She recognizes it as a “GNU” code - a code that means that the message goes ahead to the next tower (G), is not logged (N), and is turned around at the end of the line to go through the entire semaphore system again (U), but the whole message is just GNU and a name, meaning that it’s a name that just goes up and down the line constantly.

The name is that of an inventor who tried to start a rival semaphore system and was murdered by the new Clacks company so they could keep their monopoly. And the oldest Clacks operator in the tower (he’s called Grandad — he’s twenty-six) says that so long as the name goes through the Clacks, he stays alive in the semaphore:

“His name is in the code, in the wind in the rigging and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying: ‘A man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”