#lotta words

[ninaneedtoknowwhathappens]

Might not look it by my handwriting but I swear I'm 22 lmao (if u cant read it from there ull find it at the end of the post)

This is my favourite page of my journal so far. It was the first I actually did as scrapbooking in the traditional sense ? I think?

It features this poem that I found online the other day and it just spoke to my soul ig, I looked it up and apparently it's a song actually written by Emory Hall and Trevor Hall titled I have been a thousand different women

I lowkey tear up everytime I read it cuz I'm one of those people who stay awake at night thinking about all the times they said the wrong thing did the wrong thing or acted in a way that they wish the could take back out of embarassment, and so I think its important to remind yourself to cherish every version of you that you've ever lived because you wouldn't be where you are today if it wasn't for the decisions that they made.

And like also I was a pretty great bunch of ppl actually I'm just anxious like that

Anyways

If I were to use songs to describe this it would be ballad of a homeschooled girl meets girl ive always been ? Idk I love olivia rodrigo

Oooh this reminds me I should talk about my fave book on here one of these days got a lot to say about that one ✨️

make peace

with all the women

you once were.

lay flowers

at their feet.

offer them incense

and honey

and forgiveness.

honor them

and give them

your silence.

listen.

bless them

and let them be.

for they are the bones

of the temple

you sit in now.

for they are

the rivers

of wisdom

leading you toward

the sea.

[luvwich]

damn sheesh i just passed the 300k mark on total words posted to ao3 ✨fun facts

9.8% of those words are cock 28% of any given fic is just em dashes i have been doing this shit for a year and i am very dumb!

[plant124]

can we talk about how it’s only after barbie stands in her box and recognizes she doesn’t belong there that she starts to feel inadequate about herself? she tries to put herself back into the confines of men’s expectations (namely those of the owners of the barbie company), tries to force herself to be what she is “supposed” to be, but those expectations and restraints of behavior (the plastic zip ties) which before might’ve felt secure and stabilizing become constricting and entrapping. she panics and escapes, but once she’s run from what everyone expects her to be and has “achieved” the goal of freedom from the oppressive force that is male control, she feels aimless and like her purpose has been stripped from her. what is she without the uncomfortable, difficult, at times impossible standards that had defined her previously? sure, they were terrible, but first she could be defined by those clear-cut (if contradictory and impossible) standards of her character, and then could be defined by the struggle to escape them, and now she is left without any source of externally-imposed identity. the other barbies retain some of their enforced characters, becoming presidents and doctors and lawyers etc, but with nothing else to latch onto that feels familiar to her, she defines herself as a failure — an inadequate, underachieving person with no “reason” to exist. she isn’t pretty (she thinks), isn’t accomplished in a traditional sense, has no easily reference-able title, she just is.

this is why the ending scene is so powerful to me. barbie sees a montage of the lives of people who just are. who exist, in their own right, without necessitating a justification for their existence. women don’t have to explain to men or to themselves why they have a right to exist, or a right to their lives or their confidence. they don’t have to justify living. they can just be, however they choose, enjoying the mundane or the extraordinary in equal measure of happiness, and that is beautiful. barbie sees the mundane, sees the unexplained and the unjustified, and she learns to see it as it is — beautiful, because it is.

[hold-him-down]

Plz do give us the bts breakdown of the procedure and what it *means* literally, figuratively, strategically, politically, etc., etc. 👀

Quick breakdowns:

Literally: Leo's spinal fluid + bone marrow was taken against his will because he was a likely match to a rich dude's kid, who due to medical reasons, presumably, needed a donor.

Figuratively (using to be implied): Already established that workers are government property/cogs in a governmental wheel. The DLS is a government department, similar to the department of education or the department of motor vehicles, maybe more aptly. They're leased out to people, but the implication here is that all contracts include clauses that allow for temporary emergency measures to be taken in the event that a medical procedure is deemed clinically necessary. This is seldom invoked. Other implications to this piece include reproductive rights, organ 'donation', etc. How far can/will this go before it's too far? Probably pretty far but who knows.

Strategically: There are, and have been, larger strategic moves at play since the first first chapter in October 2021, I just got a little in the weeds with the whumpy little stories and have kind of fucked off from the greater plot for right now. An additional consideration is I have no idea what I'm doing 80% of the time, with just general plot bunnies in my head that aren't fully fleshed out, some groundwork gets laid here and there and eventually I'll tackle the plot of the thing. But This Evil Doctor was intentionally selected by people for reasons. And Leo was not given anesthetics for reasons. We know that historically, when undergoing really tough medical procedures, workers are generally treated as humans, and pain medicines/anesthetics/etc are generally used, because that much has been established at a few points throughout Leo's history. The bitch of it is that I have not fully fleshed out the details of the strategy, so for now, it sits at, there had to be a reason they wanted him to suffer.

Politically: I think most of these early chapters serve to help Luke understand exactly what is happening and to light a fire under his ass, so to speak. I know fuck all about actual politics so I'm not sure how much individual power senators have but I think it's not that much, but right now they're still in the phase where they're aiming for reform one right at a time and not going HAM on actually upending the thing, however, that's destined to change as soon as I get around to figuring out the smaller details.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, AKA holdy uses a lot of words to say not a lot of things.

[itsthatoneidiot]

Let me paint a picture from words in my brain

I woke up in the middle of the night, zero light pollution, being gently rocked by the water, as my eyes adjusted, more and more of the Milky Way showed herself to me, painting the night sky with her colors, I felt weightless, the stars seemed to be pulling me to them, the air was light and my lungs filled with stardust

One wrong move and I would of fell into the icy depths of the night ocean, if my hammock broke, I would of rolled right in, but that didn’t matter, time felt frozen, blocked by my awe for a sight I will likely never see again, I was able to completely let my guard down, in the hour I spent studying the nights glistening eyes I knew nothing of danger and harm

my mind was free from its tethers, free to wander the vast expanse of ever growing nothingness, free

and then I closed my eyes and opened them to the sun on my face

[redsandtemple]

Finally fished it out of my brain but my hot take is just bc previous/other mcyt fandoms consider the creator separate from the skin doesn't mean that was or ever will be the case for hermitcraft UNLESS EXPLICITLY STATED(ie iskall). As a fandom we generally run under the logic that the skin is representative of the creator and beg for common decency because of it

[teroar]

ok the fic is done

[yuki7900archive]

If I wrote a really long fanfic about (Movie) Garmadon and Misako, would anyone read it?