Discover Top Posts Tagged with #just a perspective

@genus-type-error

Guess who is having a movie night))

I hate it how chibi my artstyle looks. They’re literally too cute. Mb i had to accept this a long time ago, lmao. Okay, whatever. I luv drawin atmosphere arts :3 even if i suck at this, i still enjoy the process.

And i finally came out with a name for the cat: her name is Penny now :D

And some pics with the sillies i did today (so you can be sure they’re doing well)

#Btw maaaybe i’m gonna make a small animation meme with these two #Honestly I can’t promise that I won’t get too lazy before finishing it #So don’t wait for anything #Just a perspective

trying to pinpoint the author's intentions is a process that concerns but does not exhaust textual interpretation imo. sometimes it's impossible to guess. or things emerge from the page that no one consciously thought to put there. or, other times, the reader and the author's intepretation are going to greatly diverge based on different worldviews. es. it's very possible pb wrote bjw and bran's story genuinely thinking about a loving relationship complicated by some "cultural differences" and individual clashes. however, placing bran as a white man in (what would become) montana in the 1800s has some implications. the story of the wide "wild" west as a great expanse of terra nullius free to take without human cost was just that, a story. the historical reality of the process is one of colonisation and genocide, which is ongoing and from which usamericans still benefit. bran grabbing land west of the mississipi during this process and settling there marks him as someone that actively participated in or at least abetted or at the very least directly profited from that colonisation and genocide. if this context is taken seriously, his relationship with bjw necessarily assumes some sinister elements (which can coexist with the romantic ones!) - regardless of whether pb intended for those elements to be there. the narrative about a white man "having to" transform an indigenous woman in order to save her, closely tracks the narrative about white people's chosen mandate to colonise "savage" lands in order to bring "civilisation". bran even does both! whether he forced bjw into her turning and/or mating is not irrelevant and i don't think it's strongly implied that he did, from a literal pov. but that doesn't mean that the story isn't drawing from a tradition of disguising coercion of indigenous women/conquest of territory as paternalistic benevolence. determining whether this framework is endorsed or criticised (or at least considered critically) within the text can tell you the position the story takes on the issue. it doesn't necessarily reflect pb's full opinion on it and it certainly doesn't have to move the needle on yours.

#this is not a complaint #just a perspective #patricia briggs #mercyverse #bran cornick #blue jay woman #like if the books don't address the elephant in the room fine #but i don't think that means we also should ignore it

If only i remembered that..

#Marcus Aurelius #quote of the day #ancient wisdom #about the truth #μικρές αλήθειες #not the truth #just a perspective

It’s obviously very important for countries without public healthcare to fight for it, since it’s a basic human right that should not be charged for.

But let me tell you, it doesn’t stop there.

Most countries with public healthcare have public hospitals falling to pieces, with not enough doctors, not enough nurses, not enough equipment, not enough rooms, waiting times so long that people die before being seen by a doctor, so in the end only those who can afford private healthcare have a shot at fucking surviving.

All of that because even if the government is forced to provide healthcare, as it should, they give it little to no investment, because they’re more preocupied with paying the public debt and making rich bankers even richer.

Ask me if any president or senator in my country has even been to a public hospital when they got sick. Seriously.

Everyone needs public healthcare, and it needs to be fucking good.

#just a perspective #saying a country has free healthcare doesn't mean it's perfect #rant that nobody is gonna read

Mercy, in her thousand and umpteenth time-loop, watched Haven fall, the avalanche careening towards her with gravity, fell through into an old storage room as the snow and ice fell as waves in rolling tides as if a tsunami, covering her once-and-hundredth home, all sound muffled and forgotten save the echoing of Solas' last words- "Itha'ar Ma'sal". He swore. He swore. "I will see you again." And that ever "Dareth shiral". Farewell. Safe journey. And what had she said beside the trebuchet? Tel'em'silaimah? Do not forget me? As the wolves howled across the mountain slopes, as she found her way out of the tunnels and into the drifts - snowblind in a white-out. Cold fires spaced miles apart from a long-gone would-be fucking Inquisition? And Comfort, so rare a spirit. So like Compassion - Cole. So elated to find her, and so stricken that she set her feet in the wrong direction. Despite the howling drawing her back. To where the sky had been held back. Tarasyl'an Te'las.

In so many lives, she had answered that call. A song led by the Dread Wolf long before the Chantry raised their voices to claim the dawn would come.

But no more.

Battered, bruised, broken. Mercy sought only the counsel of spirits. The ones they called Gods at Stone-Bear Hold. Where the one called Sun-Hair held as Thane. Though Mercy couldn't tell if the warrior's hair was as red as hers, or only set aflame in a story she'd heard too many times. Too many times. Briefly, Mercy spared a moment to feel guilt. For how Leliana, Josephine- her compatriots and advisors and general alike would mourn. Spitefully, she hoped Solas hurt. For even a second. That he'd panic for losing her - his - this stupid mark. Even then, she knew it was only hubris. The spirits would not let him think her dead while she trudged on. Though they might grant her an hour. An hour longer than the unmeasured time she'd lain unconscious in the rubble and snowdrifts before trudging the same path she'd always walked- That is, until she deviated.

As Mercy could attest, Comfort had been glad to find her again. But as it caught on, Mercy couldn't help but to grin.

"Varal'ma Del Vir!" The spirit shouted into the wind. In Mercy's ear. In her head, where it resided. You Are Going The Wrong Way!

Of course, Mercy thought. Because she knew where Skyhold lay. So she walked another path. Gladly. "Intentionally!" and laughed.

#Not a rewrite #just a perspective #This IS where we left off in Act 1 and going into Act 2 before the flashback chapters and my long hiatus #Kyra writes things occasionally #Dragon Age