enthusiast

she/her, header and icon by @mistninja hello :)

[termina-festival]

t'es woke toi🫵 toi t'es un WOKE LEFT😡 tu supporte les TRANS pis les pronoms toi🏳️‍⚧️ veux-tu savoir mes pronoms? mes pronoms? ☝️qué/bec⚜️ ☝️fran/çais🇫🇷 ☝️bar/be/cue🔥 ☝️go/habs/go🏒

💙bleu pis rose🩷 toi c'est quoi tes pronoms hein?🤨 vas-y. dis moj tes pronoms🫵 👴joe/bi/den?🇺🇸 💅ru/paul?🏳️‍🌈 j'vas prier pour tois🙏

[guiltfactory]

you're entitled to your opinion but it's stupid and bad and ill-informed and i hate you

[girl-blorbo-polls]

Was it all your girl blorbo’s fault?

Yeah

No!!

Only a percentage of it

Not applicable for whatever reason

Other

Remaining time: 4 days 1 hour

[curiositysavesthecat]

If you could restart your life from age 15 with all the knowledge you possessed now, so that you COULD go back and fix all your regrets/mistakes, would you do it?

Yes

No

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[queenaegon]

i understand all that shit about honor and knighthood and solemn vows but “kingslayer” is simply a bad insult. it sounds cool as fuck. might as well call him the landlord annihilator or the billionaire’s bane.

[celestiallz]

which mythical entity is prev?

angel

demon

mermaid

vampire

faerie

werewolf

other/in the tags

Voting ended onJul 27

[tridentandtales]

Egyptian mold for a Heron (a bird associated with the sun, the annual flooding of the Nile, and the afterlife)

2nd - 1st century BCE (Ptolemaic period)

Walters Art Museum 22.284

[cardiomegalic]

@emulation-0

[beatriceportinari]

Laetitia's Ko-Fi page

Do you liked my origami? Do you want me to fold more? You can also help me continue my conservation studies too! Pay me as much or as little as you can on ko-fi and I will be eternally grateful !

Commissions

If you would like to commission an origami model, you can dm me and I will give you a quote. Given the necessary time and shipping costs, we are probably looking at around 80.- (dollars).

[beatriceportinari]

Laetitia's Ko-Fi page

Do you liked my origami? Do you want me to fold more? You can also help me continue my conservation studies too! Pay me as much or as little as you can on ko-fi and I will be eternally grateful !

Commissions

If you would like to commission an origami model, you can dm me and I will give you a quote. Given the necessary time and shipping costs, we are probably looking at around 80.- (dollars).

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

More! [ Batch 4 ]

[ot3]

the extended atla franchise is really proof for why an IP-based approach to art does not work because while it is true that michael dante dimartino and bryan konietzko Created atla, it should be clear from the quality of the rest of the installments in the franchise with their name/stamp of approval on it that they were not the deciding factor in the quality of the original show. in fact, many if not Most of the series best episodes were written by head writer aaron ehasz and his then-wife elizabeth welch. neither of theses two have the Right to make more avatar even though they're a big part of what Made It in the first place.

ehasz then went out to put out 'the dragon prince' for netflix which was not a show i was crazy about but i think i feel pretty confident in calling it better than legend of korra.

now what's also notable about this situation is that ehazs is a notorious enough misogynist to have a section of his wikipedia page devoted to his alleged professional mistreatment of women

elizabeth on the other hand has absolutely no presence online whatsoever. ATLA is her only writing credit. She wrote eight episodes of the show including Zuko Alone, The Avatar and the Fire Lord, and The Southern Raiders. She and aaron are now also divorced.

Now, if you know anything about how misogynist male creatives working in the same field as their wives operate, then you can probably reach the same conclusion I have. If a man is willing to treat female coworkers like his nanny and assistant as a baseline, imagine what he feels entitled to expect from a female coworker that is also his wife. I would not be surprised if much of the work on ATLA that ehasz was able to build his career off of would not have been nearly as good without a lot of behind the scenes assistance from elizabeth.

so of the 4 people mentioned here, the one with the absolute least claim of any entitlement to the Intellectual Property of the avatar franchise is overwhelmingly likely to be the most responsible for the meaningful character and narrative writing that caused ATLA to even earn enough accolades to be worth franchising in the first place.

[ot3]

the extended atla franchise is really proof for why an IP-based approach to art does not work because while it is true that michael dante dimartino and bryan konietzko Created atla, it should be clear from the quality of the rest of the installments in the franchise with their name/stamp of approval on it that they were not the deciding factor in the quality of the original show. in fact, many if not Most of the series best episodes were written by head writer aaron ehasz and his then-wife elizabeth welch. neither of theses two have the Right to make more avatar even though they're a big part of what Made It in the first place.

ehasz then went out to put out 'the dragon prince' for netflix which was not a show i was crazy about but i think i feel pretty confident in calling it better than legend of korra.

now what's also notable about this situation is that ehazs is a notorious enough misogynist to have a section of his wikipedia page devoted to his alleged professional mistreatment of women

elizabeth on the other hand has absolutely no presence online whatsoever. ATLA is her only writing credit. She wrote eight episodes of the show including Zuko Alone, The Avatar and the Fire Lord, and The Southern Raiders. She and aaron are now also divorced.

Now, if you know anything about how misogynist male creatives working in the same field as their wives operate, then you can probably reach the same conclusion I have. If a man is willing to treat female coworkers like his nanny and assistant as a baseline, imagine what he feels entitled to expect from a female coworker that is also his wife. I would not be surprised if much of the work on ATLA that ehasz was able to build his career off of would not have been nearly as good without a lot of behind the scenes assistance from elizabeth.

so of the 4 people mentioned here, the one with the absolute least claim of any entitlement to the Intellectual Property of the avatar franchise is overwhelmingly likely to be the most responsible for the meaningful character and narrative writing that caused ATLA to even earn enough accolades to be worth franchising in the first place.

[hexlar]

it‘s friday my dudes you know what that means

[postarcadian]

re: adaptation and the supposed “purity” of the original work it’s complicated right. and ultimately I think that whether classicists like it or not, it’s just the nature of the beast that (a) the texts we study have been and continue to be radically readapted and reinterpreted and we can have strong opinions about which adaptations we like or don’t but it’s just the nature of a 2000+ year reception tradition to produce variance, and (b) the texts we study are much more a scholarly construction, and authorial intent far more difficult (and ideologically suspect) to try to recover, than is true of, say, a 19th or 20th century novel. which is to say that it’s one thing to say that Fennell’s Wuthering Heights misunderstands Charlotte Bronte’s novel and something quite different to say that Nolan’s Odyssey misunderstands “Homer’s” epic, because the latter is responding to another 2500 years of a reception tradition that in some sense is not entirely or even primarily about the Odyssey as a poem in Ancient Greek. this is not to take a stand on either one as an ideological project or whether either is a good film (I am reserving judgment but strongly suspect that neither is) but to say that I think that whatever the Odyssey is on a conceptual level is much less singular and well-defined than what Wuthering Heights is, if that makes sense

[postarcadian]

basically what I’m getting at here is that “Homer” or “the classical” is not a real, tangible, solid thing out there in the world that can only ever be correctly or incorrectly interpreted. it’s an ongoing process of cultural conversation and production and assignment of value judgments that operates across thousands of years of accreted meaning, and the impulse to see an adaptation or interpretation you don’t like for ideological or aesthetic reasons and immediately claim that it’s a misinterpretation of the Original Text is a kind of rhetorical dodge

[mangacolourings]

Masha Allah brother sasuke 🙏

[bookpdf]

oh this phrase is not going to leave my mind for a solid week at least. obsessed with this collection of words

[bookpdf]

le doohickie in question btw:

[flowers-of-io]

even when it grieves us

Or: Kelgorath is made anew.

Read on Ao3

Kelgorath placed the bones at the feet of the statue. They shone stark white against the obsidian—a small, sad bundle that weight almost nothing when he’d carried it, uncharacteristic if not for the thin runic cuts the Song had made. Her killers hadn’t even left the skull there for him to collect.

The temple was a vast, dark place. It reminded him of the ruins Ir Airâm used to inhabit—the ruins she died in—and he winced, a spear of grief skewering him through at the thought. Aiat, so it ought to be. That she would lie in this damp sepulchre, that the cracked stone would be her headrest, and that there would be so little of her left as not to resemble her at all; this was real, and it was good and right. He would not rebel against it.

He would, however, rebel against other things. Kelgorath’s claws gripped the bolts piercing his chitin—the heavy insignia of the Hidden Swarm—and pulled them out. Black blood splashed on black stone. He threw the things aside, irreverent, and the ringing of iron against the ground was the only sound in the deep darkness.

Then he straightened up, squared his shoulders, and spoke:

“Hear me, Xivu Arath, Taken Queen, Sister of Navigation! You, who is the battle and the wave, the ebb and the flow, the twin-edged blade of love and war, I call on you. I want to serve you.”

The War God’s voice resounded around him. It filled the room like molten iron fills the mould, and uttered only one word:

“WHY?”

Kelgorath raised his head and looked past the bundle of bones, up at the statue’s blank face.

“I loved.”

Xivu Arath’s presence wrapped around him. It pushed against his skin, gently enough to make his nerves stand on edge, like the point of a blade pressed just so to almost pierce the flesh.

“HER WEAKNESS HAS BEEN PURGED FROM THE WORLD.” Kelgorath scowled at this. The pressure became more insistent, admonishing. “IT IS A HOLY COMMANDMENT TO NEVER DENY A TRUTH, EVEN WHEN IT GRIEVES US.”

“The Lying Queen made her into bait.”

“IF SHE WAS TRICKED, SHE DESERVED TO HAVE BEEN TRICKED. AIAT.”

“And to pay the cost of Her heresy?”

“WHAT ARE YOU SEEKING?” The voice gained a dry, almost bored tone. “VENGEANCE? CONSOLATION? THE ONLY SORROW YOU CAN HARBOUR IS FOR HER OWN WEAKNESS. THERE IS NO PITY FOR THE TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE. THERE IS NO GRIEF.”

How so, Kelgorath thought, if everything existed because it must exist, and when grief was eating him up like worm-hunger amplified tenfold? When it was almost a physical thing, a creature with teeth and claws buried in his gut, gnawing a hole through ribs and meat and scrapping against vertebrae? It was real, this sorrow; and he would not deny the real.

“I seek to stick the head of the Witch Queen on my sword and bring it to you in tribute,” he said.

The War God laughed. It was a dreadful, blood-curdling laughter, resonating like a struck gong down to the marrow of Kelgorath’s bones. The temple walls shook with it.

“VENGEANCE, THEN. THE ECHO OF VOWS ONCE PROCLAIMED. I CAN FIND USE OF IT.”

Vengeance. Vengeance for the Queen who had betrayed her, for the false hopes She planed in her heart and the Song that had been her ruin. For the Sky whose warriors had rent her asunder. Kelgorath closed his eyes and let the laughter seep into his bloodstream, into his very being, let the fire of wrath merge with his own fire and fill him up. It was not unlike the Deathsong, this unmaking; a kind of blaze that would reforge him anew.

“RAISE YOUR HEAD, O BROODLESS KNIGHT. DO NOT ABANDON YOUR SORROW. FEEL ITS BLADE AS IT CHISELS AND SHARPENS YOU, AS IT MOVES YOU CLOSER TO THE FINAL SHAPE.” Inexplicably, Xivu Arath’s voice seemed to grow kinder. “CAST THOSE BONES AWAY. RISE FROM THEM WITH THE FIRE OF HER MEMORY; MAKE IT INTO A SWORD THAT WILL CUT FORTH YOUR PATH, SO YOU MAY CARRY HER WITH YOU INTO FINALITY.”

“She is lost forever,” Kelgorath said, because it was a good thing, a holy thing, to say the truth.

“WHILE YOU ARE NOT.”

“I submit myself to you, Xivu Arath, my Queen.”

He roared as the fire consumed him, and the bones, and the dark stone of the temple. Wrath, unending. When at last he rose back up, he was himself no more. His new flesh was imbued with purpose, and his eyes blazed with the clarity only loss could provide. What had remained of Ir Airâm at the foot of the statue was her no more, either; only ash and nothing, and he left it to lie there as he turned away and stepped forth towards his vengeance.