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Constellations, 2021-2022
Embroidery on silk
ok so iâve seen some of you arenât that sure that this is actually embroidery (i was suspicious too bc damn!!!!) so here you is another embroidery of his with some close ups⼠:
Constellations, 2017 (300 x 980 cm)
embroidery on silk
embroidery on silk-
Embroidery on Silk???
Embroidery?????? On silk???????
Congrats if you survived this year because what the fuck was that
Day 29 - Psychosomatic Bullshit
Found the post!
fun fact: tigers also contract their muscles to make a slow tiger into a fast tiger
I appreciate the sentiment but I don't get all those "we made it to the longest night of the year! the light will start returning soon! it's all uphill from here & we're halfway there!" posts because like. Oct-Dec is the easier half of Winter. Jan-Apr is way harder. there's no big holidays or decorations, everyone is kind of over the whole Cozy Hygge Sweaters & Cocoa vibe so they're just tired & restless instead, and the whole thing is so drawn out & uneventful that it feels like it lasts 10x longer
the cold season Oct-Dec:
the cold season Jan-Apr:
Beau & Caleb saving each other The Mighty Nein 1.06: Many Gifts
this websiteâs easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*
i know what iâm doing dw
Keep in mind I only know like. Two Greek gods by name. Homer is one of them, and he was good friends with Odysseus I think?
Wait fuck Homer isnât a god he wrote the fucking thing. Fuck
POST CANCELLED NO ONE LOOK
desperately google searching for âgreek gods to pray to when people notice your online idiocyâ
You're failing.
You donât think I know that, God of Death? Can I pray to you so I can DIE ALREADY
Pluto is Roman, not Greek
?????
Short version is that Pluto is a later name for the god of death, which is often associated with the Roman era/Roman mythology. Hades is the earlier name.
I set up my own house made of sticks and it has promptly fallen on me
HEâS NOT EVEN REAL?????*
I made this post thinking I knew what kind of fire I was playing with. Hephaestus, God of Fire, looking upon me from his fuck off tower or whatever said âOh you think you know? Check this shitâ and promptly set my post ablaze for everyone to observe
Hephaestus doesn't have a tower, he lived in a volcano
FINE THEN. BIG FUCK OFF VOLCANO. WHATEVER
wrong.
Achievement Unlocked:
Lightning Bait
You're basically doing the post equivalent of standing out in a field during a storm with a ten-foot copper pole, you better hope Zeus is busy hiding from Hera.
FUCK'S SAKE NOT AGAIN
I need you to name every greek God you know and what they are for plz
For science
OKAY FINE HERE'S WHAT I'VE FOUND
HERMES: DA FUNNY ONE
ZEUS: DA LIGHTNING (NOTE: THOUGHT HE WAS NORDIC, FATHER OF THOR)
POSEIDON: DA SEA ONE
HEPHAESTUS: DA FIRE/FORGING/STEEL ONE
APHRODITE: DA HOT ONE
KRATOS: GOD OF WAR
HADES: DA HELL ONE. ROGUE LIKE
APOLLO: DA DODGEBALL/PROPHECY ONE
ares is the god of war, not kratos
WHY THE FUCK DOES THE GAME CALL HIM GOD OF WAR THEN
I can't believe this post is less than 24 hours old, it feels like something out of classic tumblr lore
op god of war is not official greek mythology lmao
Someone needs to read a Percy Jackson book
hey is this still post of the year or
how's the hole op? want some snacks? a blanket? a shovel to dig yourself out?
I'D LIKE OUT NOW I THINK
And the post of the year goes to.....
YOU
here is me holding my trophy for tumblr post of the year. i'd like to thank no one in particular but i would like to unthank everyone who decided this one in particular was post of the year. i will never let this down ever
I remember this post dropping, what a great day. OP I hope you know this was the highlight of my week when it dropped, it was so good.
the thing with romance for me is that you need to convince me through behavior and dialogue that the characters enjoy spending time with each other and seek each other out. even with enemies to lovers a foundation of mutual respect goes a long way. you can be like "he's the youngest ever general of the dragon slaying guild and I'm secretly a dragon, but he's the best swordsman I've ever fought and our sparring matches are the only thing that make me feel alive ever since my family was killed." if he implies something similar then bam, you have a reason for the two of them to hang out even though one of them knows it's dangerous. you can't be like "he's a dragon slayer and he's mean to me all the time but the flex of his arms when he swings his sword is just too sexy." it does not matter how many times you have your protagonist say "I shouldn't be drawn to him... but I am" if you never show a real moment of connection between them that draws them together
The black areas represent the remaining natural dark skies in the United States
Iâve been in the middle of the ocean at night and now live in texas and it is so hard to explain to people that no, they have not ever seen the night sky. It is so hard to explain to people that what they think is a proper night sky is fucking pathetic. A disgrace.
People talk about how you canât see stars in the city and yeah, thatâs true, but their concept of âseeing starsâ is being able to make out orionâs belt.
So, so few people have see the sky in all its glory and itâs not sad. Itâs a fucking crime. Seeing a perfectly dark night, no clouds, not a hint of light pollution? Thatâs a fucking religious experience.
The sky the vast vast majority of us grew up with is not the sky that inspired us to look up. It is not the sky that inspired constellations. You canât even see most constellations.
Your ancestors looked at the night sky and said âsurely, that is where the gods must live.â And you might be lucky if you can see hardly more than a handful of stars.
The sky is full, fucking FULL, of stars, and youâve never seen them.
I remember the first time I saw a properly dark sky and was like âoh thatâs why itâs called the milky wayâ and promptly started to cry
When we were on a field trip to the middle of the red sea, I remember us all crowding at the end of the boat that didnât have lights and just lying on our backs and staring
When you see a properly dark starscape
You understand why people wrote poems and made up legends and built rockets and said heavenâs in the sky
The universe is infinite. So are the stars
Iâm trying to find a picture on google images to show you what I mean and I canât find any
You think of the night sky like fairy lights on black velvet, but itâs not itâs not itâs like, like, dust in sunlight, like - I canât find the words.
The stars are everywhere, like sugar, like glitter, like dust. You canât find the constellations at first, not because you canât recognise them, but because thereâs so many stars you canât pick out the familiar line of Orionâs belt. The North star has gone from bright familiarity to almost vanishing among a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million other lights. The milky way is a line of light arcing across the sky like a moon-trail on water only infinitely, infinitely bigger.
And for the first time in your life youâll understand why people call it a dome, because it is, itâs three dimensional in exactly the way a city skyscape isnât.
Youâll understand why Luthien TinĂşviel danced under starlight, not moonlight, why people in a time before we knew the earth was round still looked up and wondered and built telescopes and dreamed about the stars.
The stars are endless and ancient and infinite and you will stand with your head craned back and your rucksack forgotten at your feet and youâll feel like youâre falling upwards into that great bright sky like itâs calling you home and youâll wonder how you ever thought the stars were beautiful before tonight when all youâd ever seen were the naked empty skyscapes of your home. And youâll cry and youâll spend the rest of your time there gazing up and wondering and imagining what it would be like to stand among those bright silver flecks
And then youâll come home, and look up, and fall in a different kind of love with that handful of blazing stars to stubborn to be outdone by the whole of human invention, leading you home despite the light pollution and the clouds and the endless bustle of this shrinking planet.
this is not a shot from a space telescope overlayed behind a woods, or anything. thatâs not the sky as kepler or hubble or james webb see it. thatâs the sky from a dark sky park in michigan. thatâs the view you are missing out on from right here on earth. thatâs the view that has been stolen from you.
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How Obvious?
A meta-analysis on Robin and Will's conversation about queer "signals"
Okay, I love this scene, and not just because it features Will and Robin discreetly discussing the nuances of queer romance.
I love this scene as a writer specifically, due to it's clever and subtle use of authorial intrusion disguised as character dialogue.
Authorial intrusion
Through authorial intrusion, the author/s can address the audience intimately, even under the guise of an existing character. It allows the author/s to communicate directly to the audience; commenting on the narrative, stating an opinion, or posing a question. It doesn't require a breaking of the fourth wall. It's similar to author or audience surrogacy. For example, Steve often acts as an audience surrogate in the series â the "simple" voice who asks questions which prompt exposition (usually from Dustin or Nancy), clarifying the plot.
Will and Robinâs scene is certainly seeking clarity, but it isnât about exposition. Itâs about introspection.
So, what is the alleged moment of authorial intrusion in question? It's this simple (and incredibly meta) line from Will, who is this season's lead protagonist: "How obvious?"
Of course, what Will is referring to here is Robin's notion of signals, aka subtle flirtation or signs of mutual attraction â particularly through the lens of queerness, which can be more difficult to navigate and discern.
To provide a succinct summary, the scene plays out like this:
-> Will asks Robin how she knew Vicki wanted to date her. -> Robin says Vicki sent her subtle "signals" such as a brush of the knee, a bump of the elbow, or a shared look. -> These little things (compared to a snowball) accrued and eventually became "obvious." -> Will, acting as a stand-in for the authors, poses the ultimate question: "How obvious?"
This is an extremely "meta" line, because it's as if the authors are completing an exercise in writing a queer romance in real-time. Through this question, the writers are examining their own craft, and gently prompting us to join them.
Questioning the approach
The writers are pondering their own approach to Mike and Will's storyline; How obvious can we make it, or rather, how obvious should we make it? What is even considered "obvious" in this case? Is a shared look or lingering touch obvious, or not?
It's not a condescending question either â they're not saying you should find it obvious, and if not, you're an idiot.
It's not, "How obvious do we have to make it for you to get it, dammit?!" It's more like, "We've tried to lay down the foundation, but we're unsure if it will land. How can we make this work?"
And this is why it's a question worth asking â there's no clear, universal answer. The writers don't have a lot of material to draw upon. They've probably been pondering this question in the writer's room for awhile.
So, they want to know if their signals have been received, and if so, were those signals obvious or obscure? How obvious should they make it to land the plane?
Providing an answer
The funny thing is, although they're curious to know what the auidence thinks, it's not intended for us to answer â because they've already finished the script.
They've made up their minds concerning "how obvious" they wish to go, and what that looks like to them.
They declared their answer through Robin:
It will become an avalanche.
They've even provided us with a visual metaphor for their chosen technique:
-> The subtle, "little things" like shared looks are like snowballs. -> The snowball accrues and builds over time, gaining mass. -> Eventually, it becomes an avalanche; massive and sudden.
The visual metaphor here emphasizes mass and timing â if they do this, then they want it to feel crushingly heavy, and abrupt.
And although they want to make it as obvious as an avalanche, they don't want it to be obvious all the time, and they don't want to make it too predictable â because avalanches cannot be predicted, it's only possible to assess the risk or likelihood.
Will foreshadowed as the "receiver"
So, this question deserves a thematic answer, because it's been introduced as a story element which Will is keenly invested in â it's Chekhov's gun.
There was no point to including this scene unless we can expect to see a snowball turn into an avalanche. Otherwise, they've taught Will how to examine his love life only to... not give him a love life.
You don't tell a character to look for signals if you're not going to give them signals to pick up on. And curiously (yet not so curious, because it was intentional), Will has already been referred to as a receiver of signals.
Like, quite literally in the episode before this conversation took place, by the same exact person.
So according to Robin, Will is a receiver, because he has an antenna.
Antennae convert electric currents into radio waves, or vice versa. In that way, the role of Will's metaphorical antenna isn't just to pick up signals, it's to convert them into something meaningful.
To decode them.
Why does that sound familiar?
Ah! Because Robin is already an expert in decoding â she solved the Russian code in s3, after all.
She even explicitly states that the point of code is to communicate something sensitive.
This is a commentary on the queer experience: you have to be careful, subtle, and possibly even use another language (or "cant") if you want your message to be safely received. For example, gay men and women in the UK used to speak in a form of cant called Polari to identify each other when homosexuality was criminalized. (x).
Will and Mike seem to agree with Robin â some things are very hard to say outright, and out loud.
The signals are "queer code"
And yes, that is a play on words.
The queer signals must be decoded and therefore, they are a form of queer code. Furthermore, Robin makes a direct reference to the Enigma machine â a cipher device used by Nazi Germany during World War II.
Robin states that the Enigma machine "won the war" which is simplified phrasing. Perhaps what she means to say is that the Enigma code won the war â because cracking the code played a crucial role in the Allied victory.
In fact, Alan Turing's contributions to cracking the Enigma code as cryptanalyst were so instrumental that he was awarded an OBE (Officer of the Order of the British Empire).
Alan Turing was famously gay (and later persecuted for it), and also happens to be the historical figure Will chose as his "hero" for his history assignment in s4.
While shared looks, subtle lip glances, and the brushing of hands are all signals intended for Will to decode, these small "easter eggs" are signals for the audience.
Subtext and text which hints at Will's queerness â because as of Season 5 Volume I, he is still yet to claim his sexuality (even if it seems obvious to us).
This is queer-coding in practice. And yes, Mike receives his own fair share of coding too â just look at his ridiculous bedroom.
Where is this leading?
It's leading to gay romance, obviously.
Will receiving no signals simply isnât narratively coherent. The story has already established him as the receiver and decoder of queer signals.
What I'm personally getting from this, dear reader, is that we have two possible outcomes before us:
Will experiences a fully developed on-screen romance with a new love interest, complete with subtle signs which eventually become obvious over a period of time.
Will continues to recieve signals from Mike, which culminate into an "avalanche" scene â the writers' attempt at making it "obvious."
It's not a question of, "will he receive signals?" It's a question of, "who is he going to receive signals from?"
I now pose the question to you: which of the two options feels more likely, considering the way the story has been written thus far, and the screentime we have left?
I think the answer seems obvious, but I guess I could be wrong. After all, the entire point of the question is that "obvious" is not so easy to define.
At least we know Will is going to get some use out of that "antenna" of his.
First episode of Mighty Nein surprise drop was so good and Iâm so excited for more.
In other news, here are the screenshots of what is hidden in the beacon.
Trent with the murdered King
Mollymauk / Lucien
Yasha piercing Beau
Aeor / Eisselcross
The Eyes of Nine
wait THATâS why my wife always says âson boy allowedâ about our cat??
happy 5 years to son boy allowed
I LOVE THIS THINGâď¸âď¸âď¸
this is peak Craigslist
I want to know if they got answers.Â
I really wanna know how this turned out.
Just so you guys know.
cracking open 500 cold ones with the dads
âover 100 hopeful dads applied for the positionâ omg this is so lovely.
I love that the internet enables things like this.
When I think of dogwoods, I think of you
Talking about your love for the tree and its flowers
A variety of petals, white and pure or stained with pink
A symbol of purity, change, atonement
The strength to overcome and endure
Your symbol
Your claim on yourself and your body
After a lifetime of loss and pain and sorrow
Discussed with your head on my shoulder and your hand in mine
I thought you were beautiful like the dogwood
Changing and learning about yourself
Making mistakes and working to grow past them
Bright beneath the sun
Full of joy despite your sorrows
As you finally became the flower you wanted to be
But there were roads to reparation that you would never tread
Although it was your place to walk them
Hurts you caused and then ignored
Placing blame on others
And setting boundaries without a word
Then holding that against the ones who broke them unknowingly
The last gift I never gave was a dogwood
I meant it as a token
A memento of our friendship, crafted with care and respect
But you rejected it with horror when offered
Because you knew
Even then
That I was a stain in the petals of your life
A reminder of imperfections
A fear I did not control
Harm I never meant to cause and hardly knew existed
Because you placed it on me
You said you would accept the gift when I argued that the effort it required was nothing more than gifts youâd given me
But I never saw you again
When the petals of a dogwood fall they rot
I tried to stop it
I wanted to speak, to listen, to hear, to understand
But
You
Didnât
And
So
We
Rotted
Too
Until you cut me from your life like you were pruning a tree
As unceremoniously as though we had hardly met
As though I was a rotten branch
When all I wanted was to be allowed to care about you
Support you
Hear what you had to say
And be understood
Y O U E N D E D U S
And shattered promises and trust are what remains of you and me
I unraveled the dogwood thread by thread
Disentangling you from our interwoven lives as your choices imploded in consequence
And I am trying to pick up the pieces in a world where everywhere I look I think of you
And all I know is you didnât consider
m e
Or
You never understood that I meant what I said
And not what your trauma
Told you I meant
You ran from accountability
And justified it with fear of a person who would never willingly hurt you
Assuming your silence would communicate for you
The dogwood is a different symbol now
Of grief and loss and hurt and pain and wondering
Why
Why
Why
You didnât think to speak to me like I was someone you once cared for
And decided instead that I wasnât worth the effort
My love was everything to you when you needed it
But when it became cloying because you had what you wanted?
I was discarded
Summarily excised from your life
Why
Was I
Nothing to you?
I cry when I see a dogwood flower
Inside or out, my heart bleeds
My dreams are filled with the worst of you
And Iâm reclaiming the parts of my life that are stained with the hurts you caused
But I am not alone
I am with the others in the graveyard of your love
Where your actions have caught up with you and my despair spirals alongside my sympathy
You broke my heart
But I still love you
I donât want you to suffer
Yet
You chose this suffering unknowingly
And
When I think of you? I think of dogwoods
Today was a difficult day.
Why?
Because a friend I thought would be in my life forever ended our friendship in October with little warning, over text, without working with me or speaking to me about why. All I know? A conversation we had nearly a year before about me wanting to keep her in my life if she chose to end relationships with other people scared her, a thing she had not previously expressed to me. We never discussed this beyond her telling me in August that she had this fear, me expressing my apology and sincere promise not to say that to her again, and her saying she didnât want to talk about it more then. We arranged to talk later, and later never came.
When she texted me on October 26th, she ripped my heart out, destroyed my trust, and shattered my confidence in my other relationships. I was left grieving, hurting, and confused, and trying to communicate what had happened to other people, because she had apparently told them nothing. I encouraged them to continue their relationships with her if thatâs what they wanted, especially since this person was someone I cared about, and I wanted her to have support as well.
However, other people had previously had negative experiences with her, and decided to end their friendships, and that has created a whirlwind of chaos in my support system, including for her girlfriend, who is now caught in the middle, wanting to be friends with all of us, but wanting to be with her partner.
I have been hurting from this for months, working in therapy, talking with friends, and trying to reclaim the many parts of my life this person had touched. And today she walked into my place of work as I was heading to meet a food delivery person.
Now, I work at a public library. Her going there is perfectly reasonable. But she knows when I work. She knows a day I will absolutely not be at work. And she still came today.
I have had nightmares about running into her. When I saw her, my heart stopped beating, it felt like ice water was poured down my spine, and I spun around and bolted back to the safety of my department, where I waited, heart pounding, for several minutes, before going to get my food, and then hiding in the back office, crying, trying to force my food down, and having a panic attack on the phone with a friend.
I have no idea if she saw me. I donât know if she stayed in the library or not. I know nothing about her life currently, or what she was thinking when she decided to come there today.
But she certainly wasnât thinking about or considering me or my experience. She rarely has, a thing she made clear over the last two years of our friendship.
Things I HAVENâT done since she ended our friendship:
Talked to her
Seen her
Messaged her
Called her
Shown up at her place of work or places she often spends time
Asked her girlfriend to tell her things for me
Written a letter detailing every hurt she caused me
Shown up at her house
Cursed her out
I have talked myself out of bad idea after bad idea. I have tried to be considerate of her potential feelings, and respectful of the fact that she does not want me in her life, no matter how devastating and painful that is to me.
It sure would be nice if she gave me the same consideration.
I had some ups today:
Pictures of a puppy and a great coworker
Helping kids knit
Calling a dear friend
Cuddling with my brother
Kissing my cats
But here I am, wishing that someone who decided I wasnât worth trying for would at least give me the courtesy of not showing up at my place of work while I am there.
Hey, if you're in the EU, could you do your queer peers a favour and sign this initiative to ban conversion therapy in the EU?
If you're not in the EU, please reblog and spread the word so maybe other EU citizens will see and sign this!
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