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Del Toro just posted this on twitter and i thought some people would find it interesting (link to the original tweet)
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A trend in fandom shipping that really bothers me is the assumption that the partner with the most âtraditional,â most structured, and/or most âseriousâ approach to romance or relationships should be the one whose preferences win out.Â
i.e. all the Homestuck kids just taking it for granted that their relationships with the trolls should be categorized according to the quadrants, with no mention of trolls adapting to human conventions of romance for the sake of their partner; fanon about the Lans being Super Ultra Monogamous and/or taking Marrying For Love very seriously being executed with the expectation that the love interest in question go along with that, and no mention of said love interest having their own, divergent needs that the Lan partner might need to take into account; probably something about Tolkien fanon re: elves and romance and what that means for human partners, but I havenât seen that as much.
It really creeps me out how little negotiation there is in some of these cases. Honestly what it feels like is a distant cousin of the expectation that if one partner wants to be monogamous, itâs up to the other partner to change their ways to suit that. Or alternatively, the idea that if one partner wants to move their relationship farther up the relationship escalator, the other partner is being immature or a dick for not wanting to.Â
-nodnods- I think the notion of sacrifice - as opposed to negotiation and adaptation - in a relationship is way too romanticized as it is. And when it always seems to boil down to âthe person whose approach is less normative should make the sacrificeââŚ
Oh yeah, love being measured by how much youâre willing to sacrifice for your partner is definitely a thing in our culture. Moreover, in many iterations of this trope, going along with the more normative thing the other person wants isnât even framed as a sacrifice - the desire for traditional or explicitly demarcated romance is something the other character is often uncovered to have wanted all along. Â
To be clear, Iâm generally in favour of romanticization in a fandom context! I will confess though that in this case iâm unsure what the underlying fantasy is. There are plenty of romance tropes that I donât like, but can understand the appeal of - paranormal romance tropes that would be stalkery in real life I get are about the fantasy of being wanted by some mysterious and powerful creature, and I doubt that many Twilight fans seriously think Edward Cullenâs behaviour would be acceptable in real life at this point. But here, I canât quite figure out what the fantasy is - because a lot of these scenarios are told from the perspective of the character who has to adapt, so it doesnât feel as if the reader is meant to see themself in the character whoâs having their long held notions of romance fulfilled?
Iâm certain there is an appeal to others, and donât want to come across as policing. But I do think that, unlike the Twilight example, there are likely fewer people who have thought through the implications of this sort of thing, and itâs worthwhile having a conversation that pokes at those implications a bit, in a non-prescriptive way.Â
(@ciaranâ here)
from thinking about it for a couple minutes, i can spot a couple things that appeal about this entire thing
1. sacrificing for someone is inherently kind of a romantic fantasy? especially because in real life sacrificing some aspect of who you are in order to conform will make you unhappy, but in fiction you (general you) get to make characters have different emotions entirely, and you get to act out the part of yourself that would like to sacrifice something important for someone you love and have it actually mean something/lead to more happiness instead of less.
2. you know how some trans people say they wish they were a cis person of their assigned sex? that exact fantasy in a different place. magical dick that makes you acceptable and normal and loved seems like something people would desire if theyâve been kept on the margins all their life and - regardless of how their politics play out - itâs compelling to imagine someone giving in and being better off in the narrative for it.
i feel like iâd come up with a few more things if i thought about it a while longer, but this is just off the top of my head. itâs not really a fantasy i have but i like writing it sometimes (though for me itâs kind of about the fact that it is fucked up and making people be happy with something awful feels good in my brain)
Ordinary people had a voice in some early Mesoamerican societies.
The candidate for political office stood in a plaza, naked, bracing himself against the punches and kicks. The crowd roared, pulsing around him like a beating heart. People for whom he had risked his life in war after war hurled blows and insults from all directions. The candidate breathed deeply. Trained as a warrior, he knew he had to stay calm to reach the next phase of his candidacy.
This ordeal, documented by a Spanish priest in the 1500s, was merely the beginning of the long process of joining the government of the Mesoamerican city of Tlaxcallan, built around 1250 C.E. in the hills surrounding the modern city of Tlaxcala, Mexico. After this trial ended, the candidate would enter the temple on the edge of the plaza and stay for up to 2 years, while priests drilled him in Tlaxcallanâs moral and legal code. He would be starved, beaten with spiked whips when he fell asleep, and required to cut himself in bloodletting rituals. But when he walked out of the temple, he would be more than a warrior: He would be a member of Tlaxcallanâs senate, one of the 100 or so men who made the cityâs most important military and economic decisions.
âIâd like to see modern politicians do all that, just to prove they can govern,â says archaeologist Lane Fargher, standing in the shadow of one of Tlaxcallanâs recently restored elevated plazas. Fargher has led surveys and excavations here since 2007, studying the urban plan and material culture of a type of society many archaeologists once believed theyâd never find in Mesoamerica: a republic. âTwenty or 25 years ago, no one would have accepted it was organized this way,â says Fargher, who works at the research institute Cinvestav in MĂŠrida, Mexico.
Now, thanks in part to work led by Fargherâs mentor Richard Blanton, an anthropologist at Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana, Tlaxcallan is one of several premodern societies around the world that archaeologists believe were organized collectively, where rulers shared power and commoners had a say in the government that presided over their lives.
These societies were not necessarily full democracies in which citizens cast votes, but they were radically different from the autocratic, inherited rule foundâor assumedâin most early societies. Building on Blantonâs originally theoretical ideas, archaeologists now say these âcollective societiesâ left telltale traces in their material culture, such as repetitive architecture, an emphasis on public space over palaces, reliance on local production over exotic trade goods, and a narrowing of wealth gaps between elites and commoners.
Thereâs no type of content that is natural to social media
Interfaces typically offer us tools such as likes, shares, comments and retweets to give us the impression that these are sufficient to understanding how platforms work. But these are just a small part of the data used to analyze our activity and then shape our experience and influence our behavior. The mechanisms that actually dictate what appears on our feeds include a multitude of elements, including the algorithms that arrange what will connect with who, at what time and how, as well as the automated advertising market that monitors us and bids on space in our feeds in auctions that take milliseconds. Facebook spies, measures, and records many of usersâ âsilentâ actions and decides which ones to make visible according to what will yield more profit.
In other words, platforms donât just moderate or filter âcontentâ; they alter what registers to us and our social groups as âsocialâ or as âexperience.â Their design influences behavioral patterns across different conversations, groups, and geographical areas, with different frequencies and paces. Given these different orchestrated (re)organizings, it may be better to think of how feeds are ordered not as âorganicâ and âinorganicâ but in terms of their rhythm, or as I call it, ârhythmedia.â This concept describes how media companies order our tempo-spatial experience according to economic purposes. Rhythmedia shapes the way we engage with information and others and how we understand what we can do in mediated environments.
what happens to your fic after you die?
It depends. Like anything else on the internet, it could just sit on the Archive forever.
But if you want something more than that, then you might want to look into a Fannish Next of Kin (FNOK). This is a person you choose to get control of your account if youâre ever incapacitated or if you die.Â
How do you choose them? They can be a real life friend or family member. They can be someone you know in fandom. Whoever it is, it should be someone you trust because theyâll be given access to your account in the event of your death. Youâll need to be able to talk to them about how you feel about your fanworks and what you want to have happen to them. Do you want them to stand just as they are? Do you want them added to the orphan_account? Do you want your entire account deleted?
After you have chosen your FNOK, both you and your chosen person will need to send a message to the Abuse team - theyâre the team who also manage next of kin requests. Both of you will need an AO3 account in order to do this, so if the person you choose isnât involved in fandom theyâll need to get an account first.
You donât have to be next of kin for each other. Itâs fine if the relationship is just one way. But, you can only have one next of kin. If there are 2 or more, there is the possibility of disagreements about what you want done, and AO3 has no way to arbitrate those disagreements.
You can end the agreement if you want to. If you have a falling out with your friend, or if they leave fandom and you lose touch, or if you want to end this part of the relationship for any reason, either one of you can send another message to the Abuse team and provide both usernames of the people involved. Theyâll send you both a message to let you know the FNOK relationship has ended.Â
How does AO3 know youâre dead? Your FNOK will tell them by submitting another report to the Abuse team. The Abuse team will then send an email to the address they have on file. If you donât reply back within 10 days, theyâll pass control of your account over to your FNOK. It is important that you keep your AO3 account email up to date so you donât miss this message. Remember that AO3 doesnât know your real life identity, so if the person you trust says youâve passed and you donât tell AO3 that you havenât, then theyâll believe them.
If your account is transferred but youâre still alive, submit a form to the Abuse team and let them know! Theyâll do their best to get your account back to you.
You can read these and more details about Fannish Next of Kin over at the AO3 Terms of Service FAQ. Live long and prosper - and plan for the future đ
Iâm sorry why is it called the Abuse team
Short for Policy and Abuse. They handle reports dealing with harassment, breaking the Terms of Service, etc. I used that name because you need to use the Report Abuse form to contact them, even if itâs not an abuse matter youâre contacting them about.

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âItâs taboo to admit that youâre lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you havenât left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and youâre not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldnât transition well to adult life, that youâd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, itâs happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like youâre some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. âGetting old ainât for sissies,â your father tells you wearily. You wish theyâd stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much youâre not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a strangerâs bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesnât get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if youâre closed off now, you can only imagine what youâll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, youâre starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. Theyâre the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because itâs not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. Youâve already spent enough time feeling like youâre stuck, like youâre watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and youâre unable to hold on to anything. I donât know if you ever get better. I donât know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. Iâd like to think so. Iâd like to think that people get better each and every day but thatâs not really true. People get worse and itâs their stories that end up getting forgotten because we canât stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesnât happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.â
â Youâre Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan OâConnellÂ
cant stop thinking abt ursula k. le guinâs essay abt the carrier bag theoryâŚ.. sheâs like, maybe the first human tool was not a weapon, but rather something that holds, a bag, a pouch, a vessel, something for gathering and storing and sharing. letâs shift the narrative of humanity from that of violence to that of safekeeping. and iâm like
and THEN sheâs like, a novel is also a carrier bag. thereâs the Heroâs story, sure, but thereâs room enough in fiction for every experience, for every little thing, and itâs that other story, the life story, that she seeksâŚâŚ. o|-<
turns out the entire essay is online (thanks, Anarchist Library) and i really canât recommend it enough
Two new books cast light on the similarities between Indira Gandhi and Narendra Modi.
In effect, Gandhi ran a big-business-friendly autocracy. Perhaps that is why her Emergency was backed by most industrialists, including JRD Tata who held that parliamentary democracy was not suitable for India. Heads of leading universities even colluded with the state to punish dissenting students. Gandhi also had the support of certain intellectuals and a large section of the middle class, which saw her as restoring law and order and social discipline. Their democratic spirit and commitment to the values of liberty, equality, and fraternity were evidently much weaker than their deep-rooted sense of hierarchy and respect for authority. (It no doubt helped that Gandhi also lowered duties on middle-class consumer goods.) Crucially, the state bureaucracy played a pivotal role as the vanguard of her repressive regime. A cartoonist called it âthe dictatorship of the Secretariat.â
Democracy, write Jaffrelot and Anil, âfell apart so quickly in India in 1975 because its core values, including liberty, were poorly institutionalized in the Indian setting.â Constitutional morality was a theoretical idea to most people, especially in villages, where lives were governed by older social codes. The Emergency was only an intensification of the violence that most citizens, especially the poor, had long suffered from the state and society. Deep down, many still accorded their âpedigreedâ leaders the sort of feudal reverence that monarchs had once enjoyed. If anything, they tended to blame state officials for the excessesânot Gandhi or her son, who remained popular afterwardsârevealing a sizable preference for charismatic authoritarian leaders that continues today.
This is because of the Ray-Bans isn't it?
love how they're blaming users instead of making their website more secure
I totally get shitting on Tumblr staff for the lulz but the last major Tumblr data breach was seven years ago and was announced four years (and, like, three new Tumblr owners) ago.
Tumblr has made it extremely easy to use 2FA and has beefed up security in a lot of ways over the years.
And none of that matters if users haven't changed their passwords since 2013 or reuse passwords across accounts or have handed account access to third party apps with ToSs that people never read.
Change your password, use a password manager (my rec: bitwarden - free, open source, and simple to use), don't reuse passwords across accounts, and enable 2FA on every site that gives you the option to do so.
If you think this isn't your problem and you don't have to worry about it maybe head over to Have I Been Pwned to see if your email address or password has been put up for sale after a breach.
And for the record: your email addresses and usernames are likely to show up as "compromised" or "breached" or whatever but an email address or a username without a password is completely useless (and even if your security answers were exposed all of that is useless without a password if you've got 2FA enabled)
Don't worry so much about usernames or email addresses that are being sold in lots from data breaches, just let them act as a warning that you need to be especially careful to use unique, complex passwords and 2FA on those accounts.
As an illustration - when I search my old tumblr password from when I first joined the site:
And what shows up when I look up my email address:
The way HIBP works is that they collect lists of breached data, sort it into a database, and search it when someone sends a request to check their credentials. They show their work and you can download some of the lists yourself; if youâd like to learn more about why itâs not possible for tumblr to protect against these kinds of attacks without some action on the part of the user Iâd recommend reading Have I Been Pwnedâs FAQ: https://haveibeenpwned.com/FAQs
If your email shows up in breaches PLEASE make sure to change your passwords on all the sites known to have breaches that have included your email. This is an EXCELLENT, free tool that you should absolutely make use of and is safe to use.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?,
or: a few of my favourite poems about unreciprocated feelings, short-lived flames, messy partings, & loveless lovers. for those who carry the torch, those who hope against hope, those who know it was never meant to be, those who still mourn the one who got away, those who want to learn how to grieve, & heal, & then finally move on. in no particular order:
âlady of miraclesâ, nina cassian (since you walked out on me / iâm getting lovelier by the hour. / i glow like a corpse in the dark.)
âlessons in hungerâ, anne sexton (blackness lunged in my heart, / and something that had been good, / a sort of kindly oxygen, / turned into a gas oven.)
âtime does not bring relief; you all have liedâ, edna st. vincent millay (and entering with relief some quiet place / where never fell his foot or shone his face / i say, âthere is no memory of him here!â / and so stand stricken, so remembering him.)
âpoemâ, lucy ives (that person does not know where i am, does not think of me. / does not know i have exhausted every argument against him. / that person does not know i no longer love freedom.)
âthe more loving oneâ, w. h. auden (were all stars to disappear or die, / i should learn to look at an empty sky / and feel its total dark sublime, / though this might take me a little time.)
âdonal ogâ, isabella augusta, lady gregory (you have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me; / you have taken what is before me and what is behind me; / you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me; / and my fear is great that you have taken god from me!)
âmad girlâs love songâ, sylvia plath (i fancied youâd return the way you said, / but i grow old and i forget your name.)
âletter to the past after long silenceâ, sarah murphy (love, it is a little lonely without you. / i sit on the porch swing and whistle, / but stillness still stings. love, i loved / your stories. above all other things.)
âone last poem for richardâ, sandra cisneros (richard, itâs christmas eve again / and old ghosts come back home. / iâm sitting by the christmas tree / wondering where did we go wrong.)
âi know i have been happiestâ, dorothy parker (i will not make you songs of hearts denied, / and you, being man, would have no tears of me, / and should i offer you fidelity, / youâd be, i think, a little terrified.)
âpad, padâ, stevie smith (what i cannot remember is how i felt when you were unkind / all I know is, if you were unkind now i should not mind.)
âiâm glad your sicknessâ, marina tsvetaeva (thank you for the nights iâve spent in quiet. / thank you for the walks under the moon / youâve spared me and those sunset meetings unshared.)
âyesterday he still looked in my eyesâ, marina tsvetaeva (i know everything, donât argue with me! / i can see now, Iâm a lover no longer. / and now i know wherever love holds power / death approaches soon like a gardener.)
âyou thought i was that typeâ, anna akhmatova (and i swear to you by the garden of the angels, / i swear by the miracle-working icon, / and by the fire and smoke of our nights: / i will never come back to you.)
âbruise ghazalâ, sharon olds (sleep and dreamâbut not of his return. / since it cannot harm him, wound him, in your dream.)
âlitany in which certain things are crossed outâ, richard siken (hello darling, sorry about that. / sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we / lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell / and how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.)
âno, i wasnât meant to love and be lovedâ, mirza asadullah khan ghalib (knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry. / knowing you faithful would kill me with joy.)
âletter to ____â, mary oliver (just as well. time / to read books, rake the lawn / in peace, sweep the floor, scour / the faces of pans, / anything.)
âlove after loveâ, derek walcott (give back your heart / to itself, to the stranger who has loved you / all your life, whom you ignored / for another, who knows you by heart.)
âpostcardsâ, wendy cope (i donât know / if weâll meet again. be happy. / if you hear this, send a postcard.)

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Hello and thank you for all that you do. I love your blog. I don't know if you're taking requests currently but do you happen to have any poems on visions/hallucinations/dreams? I'm reading Oliver Sacks' book Hallucinations and would love to accompany it with some poetry. Thank you.
Aw, thatâs very sweet of you to say. I havenât read Oliver Sacksâ Hallucinations so Iâm drawing on my own definition of dream-like and vision-like, but Iâd say exploring surrealist and magic realism-adjacent poetry might be a good bet, in general. Itâs all about substance morphing, isnât it? Think absolutely Arthur Rimbaudâs Illuminations (trans. by John Ashbery or Louise Varese), Paul Ăluardâs Capital of Pain (trans. by Mary Ann Caws, Patricia Terry and Nancy Kline) and Fertile Eyes (canât find a translation on this oneâthe poem, yes, but not the book); and my favourite, MallarmĂŠ, especially The Afternoon of a Faun (trans. here by A. S. Kline).
Personally, Iâd recommend Alice Notleyâs The Descent of Alette, Angela Carterâs The Unicorn, H. D.âs Sea Garden, Rainer Maria Rilkeâs TraumgekrĂśnt/Dream-Crowned (trans. by Lorne Mook). Oh, and thereâs Alice Oswaldâs Nobody: A Hymn to the Sea and A Sleepwalk on the Severn.Â
Not necessarily about dreams or visions, though they do come up, but hallucinatory in their own ways, Ilya Kaminskyâs Dancing in Odessa, Odysseus Elytisâ The Sovereign Sun (trans. by Kimon Friar), and Maggie Nelsonâs Jane: A Murder.
In terms of single poems, Iâm thinking Elizabeth Bishopâs Insomnia, Sylvia Plathâs Fever 103°, William Shakespeareâs Sonnet 43, Christina Rossettiâs Dreamland and Echo, Emily Dickinsonâs We Dreamâ, Anne Carsonâs The Glass Essay and of course Emily BrontĂŤâs The Prisoner. And I know itâs not strictly poetry, but Maurice Maeterlinckâs Pelleas and Melisande (trans. by Charles Alfred Byrne) and of course, William Shakespeareâs A Midsummer Nightâs Dream are wonderful.Â
[id: two tweets by twitter user sickgirlmeg reading 'I'm not sure how to express how annoying it is to me that most people consider 2020 a "waste" because they had to spend part of it living like I've lived for nearly a decade due to chronic illness and disability'
the second reads 'I have so much more to say about this, but mostly: my life is not a waste.' dated 9/17/20 /end id]
I donât want to be too curt here, but this is emblematic of a trend that really, really annoys me: personalizing someone elseâs complaint about their own life and thereby making their distress about you. No one is saying your life is a waste (and if they are, they shouldnât be, because that would be both wrong and cruel). Theyâre saying theyâre miserable and cooped up and they feel an entire year has been stolen from them. â2020 was a wasteâ is properly interpreted as â2020 was a waste for meâ, because thatâs generally how colloquial conversation works: people are speaking about their own lives and perspectives unless itâs clear otherwise.Â
I understand, and often argue for, the role of precision in political slogans. I think people, when theyâre trying to persuade, should say what they mean. But a person opening up about how miserable they are isnât trying to persuade. You donât need to harp on their word choice to make yourself the victim of their suffering.Â
âFascists are repulsed by actually existing modernity but enamored with its innovations. To resolve this dilemma, they claim that capitalismâs expansionary and self-revolutionizing tendencies are actually inborn properties of the white race. In what Moishe Postone would call the capital fetish, white nationalists insist that capitalâs propensity to break through every limit and remake the world is merely the external manifestation of a Dionysian drive or Faustian sprit infusing Aryan blood. Conversely, fascists displace all of capitalismâs negative qualities onto racialized others â especially Jews â who are blamed for the anomie, atomization, and alienation of modern life.â
â Jordan S. Carroll, Race Consciousness: Fascism and Frank Herbertâs âDuneâ
Marvel Comics #1000: Weâre Calling Him Ben
I feel this is an important addition. He saves so many people on a regular basis that this just keeps happening. And he feels so much for his uncle that the answer is always the same.
âŚ. This hits different when you realise heâs canonically Jewish
Can you please elaborate ? Iâm curious as to what it means
You can read a pretty good summary of it here, but as (most likely) Ashkenazi Jews, PP probably follows the minhag (custom) that says âthat by naming a newborn child after a deceased loved one, the soul lives on through the child.â (Quoted from the site linked above.) And given how his Uncle Ben died, it just makes it all the more sadder tbh.
another fine distinction is that the soul isnât thought to be reincarnated, itâs that the memory of the loved one is kept alive and more good deeds in life can be inspired by (and thus partially attributed to) the dead. âmay their memory be a blessingââthe memory of the deceased is honored, respected, and who they were is retold as inspiration to the next generation.Â
benâs memory is a blessing. thatâs extremely jewish. spiderman is inspired not just by the shame of his death, but by the moral teachings heâd given peter in life. and his name given to these babies is another part of it: babies named in spidermanâs honor are also very honestly and truly named in his honor, and continue to be blessings to the world.Â
itâs very joyous, i think. very sweet. Â
Fiction & Poetry:
A Life Apart, by Neel Mukherjee
A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn, by Sahil Sood
Babyji by Abha Dawesar
The Best at It, by Maulik Pancholy
Blue Boy, by Rakesh Satyal
The Boy and the Bindi, by Vivek Shraya
Bright Lines: A Novel, by Tanwi Nandini Islam
Cinnamon Gardens, by Shyam Selvadurai
The City of Devi, by Manil Suri
Cobalt Blue: A Novel, by Sachin Kundalkar
Funny Boy, by Shyam Selvadurai
High Noon and the Body, by Kyla Pasha
My Magical Palace, by Kunal Mukherjee
Marriage of a Thousand Lies, by SJ Sindhu
Mohanaswamy, by Vasudhendra
My Fatherâs Garden, by Hansda Sowvendra Shekar
Ode to Lata, by Ghalib Shiraz Dhalla
The Paths of Marriage, by Mala Kumar
The Pregnant King, by Devdutt Pattanaik
Quarantine, by Rahul Mehta
She of the Mountains, by Vivek Shraya
Stealing Nasreen, by Farzana Doctor
Swimming in the Monsoon Sea, by Shyam Selvadurai
The Tree Outside My Window is a Drama Queen, by Avinash Matta
Trying to Grow, by Firdaus Kanga
The Two Krishnas, by Ghalib Shiraz Dhalla
Valmikiâs Daughter, by Shani Mootoo
The World Unseen, by Shamim Sarif
Non-Fiction & Anthologies:
AIDS Sutra: Untold Stories from India, by Amartya Sen and various authors
Because I Have A Voice: Queer Politics in India, edited by Arvind Narrain and Gautam Bhan
Dirty River, by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
Gay Bombay: Globalization, Love, and (Be)Longing in Contemporary India, by Parmesh Shahani
Impossible Desires: Queer Diasporas and South Asian Public Cultures, by Gayatri Gopinath
The Invisibles, by Zia Jaffrey
A Lotus of Another Color, by Rakesh Ratti
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@national-shitpost-registry This is a modular synth! Basically an instrument that works with voltage that you can control in order to generate and modulate different parameters to create sound, logic and, eventually, music. Here what is happening is that the mushroom is controlling the voltage thanks to the pin. By doing that, all the parameters connected to the mushroom went crazy, probably because it generates a really weird voltage and in a very random way. You can check a youtuber called Andrew Huang and his music and also Omri Cohen to learn how to do it yourself with a freeware called VCV Rack!
The electricity generated by the mushrooms has to do with the hyphae, the ârootsâ of the mushroom, that make up the organism! The ends of the hyphae contain potassium ions that the mushroom uses to send electric pulses across its mycelium! Itâs theorised that this is how distant parts of a mushroom âknowâ whatâs happening to each other!
who is pete wentz writing songs about?
mikey way. okay, here we go.
so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have âi cant remember just how to forget the way we dancedâ. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.
then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded âme and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males⌠sort of⌠maybe⌠umm⌠next!â. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jacketsâŚ.
on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: âAmazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.â on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with âhot and miserable but totally back in loveâ. on july 15 he posted âThough I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. Iâm over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We donât care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believersâ. on july 17 he posted âwrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldnât have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you donât know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss youâ. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.
during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspiciousâŚ. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his faceâŚ.
there are also fan reports of them being seen together. âat my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken togetherâ. and âduring Fall Out Boyâs set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, âThis song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!â Mikey smiled and nodded, and during âGrand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boyâ he mouthed along to all the words.â
pete also posted at one point âi wish you were my bass, not just my friendâ. on august 19 he posted âWarped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. Iâm in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournalâ.
on september 4, pete posted âon the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: itâs strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/âmeandyouunderneaththehoneymoonâ. âgo back to what it meant back thenâ: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but iâm guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but thatâs okay. weâre gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, youâre gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my driftâŚ. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.â (Note⌠baby BOY)
after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: âyou know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know theyâre not happy either.â and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying heâd âfound new loveâ
the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted âim so sorry, but not really. (âstraighten up and die rightâ) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said âno, youre something differentâ. like what? âsomething betterâ. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.â then the next day, on the 8th, he posted âthe fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. âyoure the stranger ive been dreaming ofâ, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. âim blowing smoke rings around the moonâŚ.â i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.â
then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of likeâŚ) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with âyou are my favorite what if, you are my best iâll never knowâ
also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be withâŚ.Â
so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.