Phoenixflames12

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark- John Muir Wayward fanfiction writer Resident 30 something legal librarian.

[phoenixflames12]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63132781/chapters/227574031

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, Endeavour (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Endeavour Morse, Peter Jakes, Marisa Coulter, Joyce Morse, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Various Daemons, Marisa Coulter's Daemon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- Constance Morse Lives, Alternate Universe - Daemons, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Peter Jakes, Endeavour Morse Whump, Endeavour Morse Needs a Hug, Peter Jakes Whump, Peter Jakes Needs a Hug, Blenheim Vale (Endeavour), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Period-Typical Homophobia Series: Part 15 of Constance Morse

Summary: Peter tries to show Dev that there is a light to bring him back to the family who love him. Dev tries his best to follow

[perioddramasource]

Poldark 5x04 + Killewarren

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Isn't it just great to post something to tumblr only for tumblr to spew back a horrible spam message? To put my mind at ease, can anyone who is reading the world was all before them, let me know if this post (heralding chapter 20) is visible in the itv endeavour tag and on your dashboards? Please and thank you x

[clubmedea]

To Walk Invisible

[apoemaday]

Anxiety I

by Tove Ditlevsen tr. Cynthia Graae and Michael Goldman

Anxiety is old it reeks of childhood it has no object is awakened by glances, words and sudden noise lives in recurring dreams where the one you love shows the deadly hatred he hides by day.

People’s eyes are yellow they are too close together and they have no lashes over them their menacing eyebrows run endlessly together the corners of their mouths dislocate and twist, watercolor-wet do not look at them slip away from any dangerous and keen attention.

Wrap yourself in rhythms and rhymes from the old bygone songs hide with the troll and the dragon the pure evil shy away from all affection even from the child who plays with and caresses the cat shy away from his expectation his memories his blocked future.

Seek the company of those who peacefully turned away want nothing from you libraries waiting rooms railway stations people with suitcases in hand have firm contours unknown goals in a world that is not yours.

All the others are transformed under your stare as if under windswept waves they know that you see their secrets and innermost thoughts hate your lurking and waiting you do not know the day of the catastrophe approaching by the hour.

Anxiety is old your father and your mother are safety and danger staring through your lover’s eyes and are not dead. Do not watch them. Lay flowers on the grave light candles at night fold your hands and hum in devotional horror the old forgotten songs.

[gabriellevergreen]

[catdile]

Hi Apple users, Apple released a fun thing where they take your photos and Siri transcripts and use them to train AI! And they may be automatically turned on without your knowledge, because oh boy they sure were for me!!!!!!!!!!!!

Open the “apps” section in your settings (it’s usually at the very bottom), go to photos and scroll until you see “Enhanced Visual Search” and then turn that shit off. Then go to “Privacy and Security”, scroll until you see “Analytics & Improvements”, and turn off “Improve Siri & Dictation” as well.

​I am an artist with hundreds upon hundreds of my artworks in my photo album. I also have plenty of photos with not only my own face, but the faces of my friends and my family. I do not appreciate that being used to train AI without my consent, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for others too.

I’m so tired of big companies.

[akceramics]

Little bird enjoying summer

[sgtjakes]

ENDEAVOUR 3x2 — ARCADIA

[1five1two]

'Prancing Horses'. Pierre Dunand. Panel. Lacquered and gilt wood. 1914-1996.

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[loungin]

[urgetocreate]

Chris Cyprus (British), Under the Hawthorn Trees, 2026, Oil on canvas

[apoemaday]

My Mother

by Frieda Hughes

They are killing her again. She said she did it One year in every ten, But they do it annually, or weekly, Some even do it daily, Carrying her death around in their heads And practising it. She saves them The trouble of their own; They can die through her Without ever making The decision. My buried mother Is up-dug for repeat performances.

Now they want to make a film For anyone lacking the ability To imagine the body, head in oven, Orphaning children. Then It can be rewound So they can watch her die Right from the beginning again.

The peanut eaters, entertained At my mother’s death, will go home, Each carrying their memory of her, Lifeless – a souvenir. Maybe they’ll buy the video.

Watching someone on TV Means all they have to do Is press ‘pause’ If they want to boil a kettle, While my mother holds her breath on screen To finish dying after tea. The filmmakers have collected The body parts, They want me to see. They require dressings to cover the joins And disguise the prosthetics In their remake of my mother. They want to use her poetry As stitching and sutures To give it credibility. They think I should love it – Having her back again, they think I should give them my mother’s words To fill the mouth of their monster, Their Sylvia Suicide Doll, Who will walk and talk And die at will, And die, and die And forever be dying.

[tartharyen]

welcome to the new world.

25 YEARS OF A KNIGHT'S TALE THEATRICAL RELEASE – 11 MAY 2001

[funeral]

In today's state of hyperactivity, where boredom is not allowed to emerge, we never reach the state of deep mental relaxation. The information society is an age of heightened mental tension, because the essence of information is surprise and the stimulus it provides. The tsunami of information means that our perceptual apparatus is permanently stimulated. It can no longer enter into contemplation. The tsunami of information fragments our attention. It prevents the contemplative lingering that is essential to narrating and careful listening . . . In the process of digitalization, . . . information acquires an altogether different status. Reality itself takes on the form of information and data. For the most part, we perceive reality in terms of information or through the lens of information. Information is an idea—that is, a re-representation. When reality takes the form of information, the immediate experience of presence withers. When digitalization gives everything the form of information, reality is flattened.

Byung-Chul Han, The Crisis of Narration

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There is something deeply, fundamentally wrong with the fact that a nineteen year old boy was ridiculed by police as he lay dying on the street, handcuffed and under arrest for a crime that he didn't commit whilst his murderer fed those present a pack of lies.

Henry Nowak deserved better. He deserved compassion and kindness and respect and instead he was branded a criminal for his murderer's actions in his final moments. If you haven't watched the bodycam footage, don't. It's horrible. It's devastating to know that, as the Judge said at the sentencing of Vikram Digwa, whilst the injuries were too severe to save Henry even if he had been given first aid and CPR immediately, he could've died with the dignity that was instead given to the man who used a ceremonial knife (that was not a kirpan) to stab him.

I don't think that this is going to have the effect that George Floyd's murder had in Minneapolis in 2020, but there are ripples. Horrible ripples riled by Farage and Reform UK. I just hope that the family are able to know that the vast majority of the country stand with them in their grief. That the police investigation will take into account those officers who mocked him and didn't help him until it was too late, and, hopefully, give some closure.

And on a personal level, it's rattled me. I don't know why. I don't know Southampton, I don't know the family. I just know that as someone who works in the Justice system, that justice and decency were not given to a dying boy who had so much more to live for.