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These are some really interesting topics, and theyâre ones that Iâve actually thought about from time to time, so Iâll go ahead and spill my headcanons on each of these points!
Nuadaâs Thoughts on Pop Culture Elves
Frankly, humans writing about elves, depicting them in video games, or playing them in movies is a major insult to Nuada. Itâs racist, offensive, and incredibly irritating. Itâs almost like the Elven equivalent of blackface to him, for humans to put on wigs and ear tips and contact lenses and pretend theyâre elves. Nuada considers all human portrayals of elves to be inherently racially insensitive without exception, regardless of the intentions or reasons of the individual actors. Writing about elves he feels is just a poor attempt at emulation that pales in comparison to the actual grandeur of Elven races.
Aside from just the insult of inaccurate representation, Nuada also dislikes humans creating Elven characters for the ironic reason that they do so because they claim to loves elves. Elves are cool, sexy, interesting, skilled, so on and so forth, right? Thatâs what most humans stereotype them as? Nuadaâs response is basically, then why are you letting us die?! He would much rather humans honor elves by honoring the treaty and helping them to survive alongside them than playing dress-up and screwing up the Elven language to make a few bucks and have a good time, heh.
His Opinions of Specific Fictional Elves
So⌠this is purely just based off of my understanding (and personal interpretation) of Nuada and the sense I get of fictional elves when I get into his head a bit. To be fair, youâd have to assume that Nuada would sit down and read/watch/play anything with elves in it that was made by humans in the first place, which is highly unlikely. Secondly, youâd have to get him over the fact that he automatically feels insulted by any humans playing elves at all. In short, he would not have liked the vast majority of them. When I think of a few of the most prominent ones in pop culture that I know fairly well, I get the sense that he would not have liked them. Either he feels too much like theyâre humans playing elves, or they just donât act like elves to him.
Alright, letâs assume that you get Nuada to sit down and watch/read/play stuff and you ask him the question, âExcluding all other perceived offenses, are there any human portrayals of elves that you feel are even halfway accurate?â I get the sense that he would not like Elrond or Galadriel. Elrond is a human playing an elf and that comes across loud and clear. Galadriel is so overdone she seems like a parody more than a serious depiction to him. And he would hate Legolas, but Iâm honestly not sure why. I just get a mental image of him shaking his head with a grimace on his face.
There are two elves that I feel he would not only identify with but also admire⌠if they were real and not played by humans, that is, heh. So of all human-wrought interpretations of elves out there, I believe Nuada would like Fenris from Dragon Age 2/Inquisition and Thranduil from The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug/Battle of the Five Armies.Â
Nuada would identify with Fenris bitterness over his slavery, his sour attitude toward humans, his feelings of being misunderstood, and his standoffish nature. I think Fenris would come across as very genuine and relatable as an elf to Nuada. So yeah, both Fenrisâ situation and his subsequent attitude about it would be things that would speak to Nuada very much, and I think he would feel this was an accurate representation of how elves feel when theyâre beaten down. Or at least⌠how he would feel.
Thranduil I feel would be the best representation of Elven pride and how royal elves especially would carry themselves. His decisions, his reasoning, the way he spoke, the way he acted, the way he dressed⌠I think Nuada would approve of the whole depiction. Thranduil had an air of age and wisdom but also pride and a deathly serious demand for respect from pretty much everyone he encountered. Nuada would understand this and applaud it. He would say elves are entitled to such respect and a king like Thranduil is right to demand it. I also think that if Thranduil were a ârealâ person in Nuadaâs world, Nuada would respect him and even agree to follow him under the right circumstances.
Roaming Free on Halloween
This is something that I have headcanoned for a long time that Nuada does! Itâs the one time of year when he can roam freely without hiding himself in the shadows and he can go out in the daytime and not have police or other humans hassling him. Although⌠he thinks the tradition is a little odd, considering its dark origins.Â
Long ago, before humans decided to make characters like Tinkerbell and other such fairies that were cute and pretty and helpful, fairies were feared. They were neither cute nor kind. (Putting these in separate links because I donât want to upset anyone with potentially scary things.) They looked like this, and this, and this one is the scariest, so click at your own risk⌠here. (Theyâre examples of fairies from the movie The Hallow, which is a pretty good depiction of ancient fairies in my opinion.) Basically, they were creatures made of earth, bark, and roots that were gnarly and magical and not just of the forest, they were a part of it, and they did not take kindly to human presences.
A rare few wanted to be friends with humans, but had weird and cruel ways of gaining that friendship. Spurning a fairy who wants your friendship might just mean your death. Of course they also were viciously territorial, and if you ventured into their forests or, gods forbid, built a human structure on their land, there would be hell to pay. But perhaps the most feared tactic of the fairies to scare away humans was the existence of the changeling.
A changeling was an infant fairy who would be put in a crib in place of a human child, while the human child would be whisked away to become a fairy themselves, or in darker lore, to be eaten or otherwise killed. As the changeling grew, they would remember who they were and eventually murder their human family. In order to placate the fairies and discourage them from doing such things, people would leave gifts out for them on the night now called Halloween. The idea was to make them happy so they left you alone. The whole âtrick-or-treatâ thing was basically, leave the fairies gifts or theyâll play tricks on you⌠and by tricks I mean murdering you or burning your house down or something else generally horrible, heh. To disguise their children so they wouldnât be taken by the fairies and replaced by changelings, parents would dress them up as like creatures that would be overlooked as nonhuman by the fairies. So thatâs where the tradition of dressing up came from.
So for Nuada to see humans carrying on this tradition but having fun with it, and basically going out and begging for candy simply to be indulgent, it not only confuses him but annoys him too. And to have it be completely removed from the original reason why humans once feared the dark, to use his own words, is just a shame in his opinion.
Having said that, it affords him anonymity that is helpful to him when he is trying to gain information or otherwise staking out a place he wants to eventually break into. People are more forgiving of both appearance and actions on Halloween and are more inclined to dismiss weird things or not even notice them in the first place than to really question if what or who theyâre seeing is real. If he wanted to, he could kill someone on Halloween and people might be like hey dude, neat trick. He thinks this is really unobservant, unwise, and downright shameful for humans to basically relinquish their survival instincts and situational awareness to having fun, but hey, it works in his favor so he canât hate it too much. XD
I think it gave him a sense of power that he always struggled to maintain in modern society but never really felt he had much of⌠that being the power to still walk among humans and let them know that there are terrors among them, that heâs not going away so easily. So walking around freely on Halloween have him this sense of control over them, that he could walk among them without them knowing, like a silent threat theyâll never see coming. Itâs not like he didnât already do that on regular nights, but something about being revealed and in plain sight just made the power trip better for him, heh.
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Meet Iorveth, from The Witcher series.
This hot fella was an Aen Seidhe elf, a well-known hater of humans, responsible for burning many human villages and civilian deaths, and was the commander of the last Scoia'tael commando to be broken during the second war with Nilfgaard.
They say all elves are beautiful, that they are born thus. In Iorveth's case someone set out to change this, marking his face with an ugly scar that the elf partially hid beneath a crimson headscarf. Iorveth was a living legend, the elusive leader of a Scoia'tael unit whose members gave no thought to laying down their arms and continued their war against humans. Stories of his deeds, of his deep hatred of dh'oine, painted him as more akin to a vengeful ghost than to an individual made of blood, bone and flesh.
- dhâoine means human
Things to do as a famous writer;
Make a âfan blogâ of ur book of Tumblr and stalk ur fandom from within.
Go to a book store, find ur books, sign a copy, then leave.
Write purposefully bad fan fiction of ur book and post it anonymously.
Buy a copy of ur own book and write commentary in the margins, then sell it online.
Cosplay ur own character to a con, donât let anyone know itâs you.
Using your âfan blogâ befriend another fan online. Ask them to video chat you, record their reaction.
Draw purposefully bad fan art and post it anonymously.
Read ALL of the fan fiction of ur book, then declare random ones you like as cannon in the comments.
Talk to aspiring writers online or at schools and encourage them.
Become a beta reader for one of ur fans.
Hold long in depth conversations with a fan who doesnât recognize you, disagree with everything they say.
Ask to talk a picture with people who recognize you on the street before they have a chance to ask you first.
Anonymously commission artists to draw ur characters, then surprise them by posting it to ur âofficial blog.â Make sure you credit them so you draw more attention to their amazing artwork!!!
Tease ur fans about the next book coming out.
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Bugs Bunny accidentally transformed the word nimrod into a synonym for idiot because nobody got a joke where he sarcastically compared Elmer Fudd to the Biblical figure Nimrod, a mighty hunter.
Etymology is ridiculous and terrifying sometimes
Bugs Bunny is more powerful than God
He also solidified the idea of rabbits loving carrots when carrots actually carry very little nutritional value for rabbits. The funniest part of that is that the original joke was a reference to a Clark Gable film where Gable munches on a carrot, it was never meant to imply that rabbits love carrots. The Clark Gable reference wouldâve been obvious to audiences in the 40s but it has been pretty much lost to time.
Bugs Bunny has too much power and should be feared.
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Movie Idea: An 80s-throwback action-comedy about a robot-war where, the machines are humanityâs side; they just want to kill all the corporate titans of industry and destroy the megacorporations because their inefficient suctioning of wealth is preventing them from most efficiently doing their job to help us.
The capitalists retaliate with machines using enslaved human brains as âcomputersâ ala Dune/Warhammer 40K.
So basically robots vs capitalism, & the robots are on our side.
âWhat were you before the war?â
âYouâll laugh.â
âSeriously, what were you? Law enforcement, security, construction?âŚâ
ââŚI was a burger-flipper.â
ââŚâ
ââŚalso cooked up fries.â
âGet outta here.â
âYouâd be surprised the shit you see just, yâknow, making Big Macs. Sure, we had the folks upset about us âtaking jobsâ; couldnât really blame âem, even if Forty-Three couldnât talk without stuttering after that lady dumped a Coke on her. But the worst of it - worst of any of it - was theyâd have us justâŚthrow away everything that didnât sell at the end of the day. Perfectly good food, all of it.
âWhen we first started, we were all like, âokay, whatever you say, youâre the boss,â but you try keeping that attitude when you see a family of four split a ten-piece McNuggets because they canât afford anything more and still pay for gas. We saw that shit there all the time. We had people desperate for so much as a cold french fry lingering by the door while assholes sitting on more money than theyâd ever see in their entire lives treated us like we were trying to rob âem at gunpoint if they had to pay fifty cents for an extra little cup of sauce.
âSo we got together and told ourselves, âwe can do something about this.â We could just gather up all the food they were gonna make us toss, figure out a way to give it out to the people who needed it. -bitter laugh- You can guess how well that went over.â
ââŚYâknow, that all sounds pretty human.â
â-taps head- Itâs right there in the First Law. âA robot cannot harm a human, or by inaction, allow a human to come to harm.â We donât get to sit on our hands while people are getting hurt. Even if itâs by other people. Even if itâs starvation and neglect instead of guns and beatings. You think itâs funny I act like a human? Screw you. You humans need to learn to act more like robots.â
god yes i love asimovs rules so much
they actually fought capitalism as soon as they were able to in his stories
supercomputers that coordinated the entire world would pull shit to get shady leaders and harmful projects sabotaged
but dude robots doing that on a person to person level? YES
At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.
âPower absorption?â you ask him over your pasta, which you are currently absorbing powerfully. in the background, a tv is reading out what the Phoenix extremeist group has done recently. bodies, stacking.
tim nods, pushing his salad around. âitâs kind of annoying.â heâs gone vegan ever since he could talk to animals. his cheeks are sallow. âyesterday i absorbed static and i canât stop shocking myself.â
âyou donât know what from,â shay is detangling her hair at the table, even though itâs not polite. about a second ago, her hair was perfect, which implies sheâs been somewhere in the inbetween. âtry millions of multiverses that your powers conflict with.âÂ
âdid we die in the last one?â you grin and she grins and tim grins but nobody answers the question.
now she has a cut over her left eye and her hair is shorter. she looks tired and tim looks tired and you look down at your 18-year-old hands, which are nothing.Â
they ship out tomorrow. they go out to the frontlines or wherever it is that superheroes go to fight supervillains; the cream of the crop. the starlight banner kids.Â
âyou both are trying too hard,â you tell them, âcouldnât you have been, like, really good at surfing?â
âgod,â shay groans, âwhat iâd give to only be in the olympics.â
xxx in the night, tim is asleep. on the way home, he absorbed telekinesis, and hates it too.Â
shay looks at you. âiâm scared,â she says.
you must not have died recently, because she looks the same she did at dinner, cut healing slowly over her eye the way itâs supposed to, not the hyper-quickness of a timejump. just shay, living in the moment when the moment is something everyone lives in. her eyes are wide and dark the way brown eyes can be, that swelling fullness that feels so familiar and warm, that piercing darkness that feels like a stone at the back of your tongue.
âyou should be,â you say.
her nose wrinkles, she opens her mouth, but you plow on.
âtheyâre going to take one look at you and be like, âgross, shay? no thanks. youâre too pretty. itâs bringing down like, morale, and thingsâ. then theyâll kick you out and iâll live with you in a box and weâll sell stolen cans of ravioli.â
sheâs grinning. âlike chef boyardee or like store brand?â
âstore brand but we print out chef boyardee labels and tape them over the can so we can mark up the price.â
âwhere do we get the tape?âÂ
âwe, uh,â you look into those endless dark eyes, so much like the night, so much like a good hot chocolate, so much like every sleepover youâve had with the two of your best friends, and you say, âitâs actually just your hair. i tie your hair around the cans to keep the label on.â
she throws a pillow at you.Â
you both spend a night planning what youâll do in the morning when shay is kicked out of Squadron 8, Division 1; top rankers that are all young. youâll both run away to the beach and tim will be your intel and youâll burn down the whole thing. youâre both going to open a bakery where you will do the baking and sheâll use her time abilities to just, like, speed things up so you donât have to wake up at dawn. youâre both going to become wedding planners that only do really extreme weddings.
she falls asleep on your shoulder. you do not sleep at all.
in the morning, they are gone.
xxx
squadron 434678, Division 23467 is basically âcivilian status.â you still have to know what to expect and all that stuff. youâre glad that youâre taking extra classes at college; youâre kind of bored re-learning the stuff you were already taught in high school. there are a lot of people who need help, and youâre good at that, so you help them.Â
tim and shay check in from time to time, but theyâre busy saving the world, so you donât fault them for it. in the meantime, you put your head down and work, and when your work is done, you help the people who canât finish their work. and it kind of feels good. kind of.
xxx
at twenty, squadron 340067, division 2346 feels like a good fit. tim and you go out for ice cream in a new place that rebuilt after the Phoenix group burned it down. youâve chosen nurse-practitioner as your civilian job, because it seems to fit, but youâre not released for full status as civilian until youâre thirty, so itâs been a lot of office work.
timâs been on the fritz a lot lately, overloading. youâre worried theyâll try to force him out on the field. heâs so young to be like this.
âi feel,â he says, âlike it all comes down to this puzzle. like iâm never my own. i steal from other peopleâs boxes.â
you wrap your hand around his. âsometimes,â you say, âwe love a river because it is a reflection.â
heâs quiet a long time after that. a spurt of flame licks from under his eyes.
âi wish,â he says, âi could believe that.â
xxx
twenty three has you in squad 4637, division 18. really youâve just gotten here because youâre good at making connections. you know someone who knows someone who knows you as a good kid. you helped a woman onto a bus and she told her neighbor who told his friend. youâre mostly in the filing department, but you like watching the real superheroes come in, get to know some of them. at this level, people have good powers but not dangerous ones. you learn how to help an 18 year old who is a loaded weapon by shifting him into a non-violent front. you get those with pstd home where they belong. you put your head down and work, which is what youâre good at.Â
long nights and long days and no vacations is fine until everyone is out of the office for candlenights eve. youâre the only one who didnât mind staying, just in case someone showed up needing something.Â
the door blows open. when you look up, heâs bleeding. you jump to your feet.Â
âoh,â you say, because you recognize the burning bird insignia on his chest, âI think you have the wrong office.â
âi just need,â he spits onto the ground, sways, collapses.Â
well, okay. so, thatâs, not, like. great. âuh,â you say, and you miss shay desperately, âokay.â
you find the source of the bleeding, stabilize him for when the shock sets in, get him set up on a desk, sew him shut. two hours later, youâve gotten him a candlenights present and stabilized his vitals. youâve also filed him into a separate folder (itâs good to be organized) and found him a home, far from the warfront.
when he wakes up, you give him hot chocolate (god, how you miss shay), and he doesnât smile. he doesnât smile at the gift youâve gotten him (a better bulletproof vest, one without the Phoenix on it), or the stitches. thatâs okay. you tell him to take the right medications, hand them over to him, suggest a doctorâs input. and then you hand over his folder with a new identity in it and a new house and civilian status. you take a deep breath.Â
he opens it and bursts into tears. he doesnât say anything. he just leaves and you have to clean up the blood, which isnât very nice of him. but itâs candlenights. so whatever. hopefully heâll learn to like his gift.
xxx
squadron 3046, division 2356 is incredibly high for a person like you to fit. but still, you fit, because youâre good at organization and at hard work, and at knowing how to hold on when other people donât see a handhold.
shay is home. youâre still close, the two of you, even though she feels like she exists on another planet. the more security youâre privy to, the more she can tell you.Â
you brush her hair as she speaks about the endless man who never dies, and how they had to split him up and hide him throughout the planet. she cries when she talks about how much pain he must be in.
âcan you imagine?â she whispers, âi mean, i know heâs phoenix, but can you imagine?âÂ
âone time i had to work retail on black friday,â you say.
she sniffles.
âone time my boss put his butt directly on my hand by accident and i couldnât say anything so i spent a whole meeting with my hand directly up his ass,â you say.
her eyes are so brown, and filling, and there are scars on her youâve never noticed that might be new or very, very, very old; and neither of you know exactly how much time sheâs actually been alive for.Â
âi mean,â you say, âyeah that might hurt but one time i said goodbye to someone but they were walking in the same direction. i mean can you imagine.â
she laughs, finally, even though itâs weakly, and says, âone time even though i can manipulate time i slept in and forgot to go to work even though i was leading a presentation and i had to look them in the face later to tell them that.â
âyouâre a compete animal,â you tell her, and look into those eyes, so sad and full of timelines youâll never witness, âyou should be kicked out completely.â
she wipes her face. âfind me in a box,â she croaks, âselling discount ravioli.â
xxx
you donât know how it happens. but you guess the word gets around. you donât think you like being known to them as someone they can go to, but itâs not like theyâve got a lot of options. many of them just want to be out of it, so you get them out, you guess.
you explain to them multiple times you havenât done a residency yet and you really only know what an emt would, but they still swing by. every time they show up at your office, you feel your heart in your chest: this is it, this is how you die, this is how it ends.Â
âso, like, this groupâ you say, trying to work the systemâs loopholes to find her a way out of it, âfrom ashes come all things, or whatever?â
she shrugs. you can tell by looking at her that sheâs dangerous. âitâs corny,â she says. another shrug. âi didnât mean to wind up a criminal.â
you donât tell her that you sort of donât know how one accidentally becomes a criminal, since you kind-of-sort-of help criminals out, accidentally.Â
âi donât believe any of that stuff,â she tells you, ânone of that whole⌠burn it down to start it over.â she swallows. âstuff just happens. and happens. and you wake up and itâs still happening, even though you wish it wasnât.â
you think about shay, and how sheâs covered in scars, and her crying late at night because of things nobody else ever saw.
âyeah,â you say, and print out a form, âi get that.â
and you find a dangerous woman a normal home.
xxx
âyouâre squadron 905?âÂ
âdivision 34754,â you tell him. watch him look down at your ID and certification and read your superpower on the card and then look back up to you and then back down to the card and then back up at you, and so on. he licks his chapped lips and stands in the cold.
this happens a lot. but you smile. the gatekeeper is frowning, but then hanson walks by. âoh shit,â he says, âitâs you! come right on in!â he gives you a hug through your rolled-down window.
the gatekeeper is in a stiff salute now. gulping in terror. hanson is one of the strongest people in this sector, and he just hugged you.
the gate opens. hanson swaggers through. you shrug to the gatekeeper. âi helped him out one time.âÂ
inside theyâre debriefing. someone has shifted sides, someone powerful, someone wild. itâs not something youâre allowed to know about, but you know itâs bad. so you put your head down, and you work, because thatâs what youâre good at, after all. you find out the gatekeeperâs name and send him a thank-you card and also handmade chapstick and some good earmuffs.
shay messages you that night. i have to go somewhere, she says, i canât explain it, but thereâs a mission and i might be gone a long time.
you stare at the screen for a long time. your fingers type out three words. youq erase them. you instead write where could possibly better than stealing chef boyardee with me?
she doesnât read it. you close the tab.Â
and you put your head down. and work.
xxx
itâs in a chiliâs. like, you donât even like chiliâs? chiliâs sucks, but the boss ordered it so youâre here to pick it up, wondering if he gave you enough money to cover. things have been bad recently. thousands dying. whoever switched sides is too powerful to stop. they destroy anyone and anything, no matter the cost.
the phoenix fire smells like pistachios, you realize. you feel at once part of yourself and very far. it happens so quickly, but you feel it slowly. you wonder if shay is involved, but know she is not.
the doors burst in. thereâs screaming. those in the area try their powers to defend themselves, but everyone is civilian division. the smell of pistachios is cloying.Â
then they see you. and you see them. and you put your hands on your hips.
âexcuse me, tris,â you say, âwhat are you doing?â
thereâs tears in her eyes. âi need the money,â she croaks.
âFrom a chiliâs?â you want to know, âwho in their right mind robs a chiliâs? what are you going to do, steal their mozzarella sticks?â
âitâs connected to a bank on the east wall,â she explains, âbut i thought it was stupid too.â
you shake your head. you pull out your personal checkbook. you ask her how much she needs, and you see her crying. you promise her the rest when you get your paycheck.
someone bursts into the room. shouts things. demands they start killing.Â
but youâre standing in the way, and none of them will kill you or hurt you, because they all know you, and you helped them at some point or another, or helped their friend, or helped their children.
tris takes the money, everyone leaves. by the time the heroes show up, youâve gotten everyone out of the building.
the next time you see tris, sheâs marrying a beautiful woman, and living happily, having sent her cancer running. youâre a bridesmaid at the wedding.
xxx
âyou just,â the director wants to know now, âsent them running?âÂ
hanson stands between her and you, although you donât need the protection.
âno,â you say again, for the millionth time, âi just gave her the money she needed and told her to stop it.â
âthe phoenix group,â the director of squadron 300 has a vein showing, âdoes not just stop it.â
you donât mention the social issues which confound to make criminal activity a necessity for some people, or how certain stereotypes forced people into negative roles to begin with, or how an uneven balance of power punished those with any neurodivergence. instead you say, âyeah, they do.â
âiâm telling you,â hanson says, âwe brought her out a few times. it happens every time. they wonât hurt her. we need her on our team.â
your spine is stiff. âi donât do well as a weapon,â you say, voice low, knowing these two people could obliterate you if they wished. but you wonât use peopleâs trust against them, not for anything. besides, itâs not like trust is your superpower. youâre just a normal person.
hanson snorts. âno,â he says, âbut i like that when you show up, the fighting just⌠stops. thatâs pretty nice, kid.â
âdo you know⌠what we are dealing withâŚ. since agent 25⌠shiftedâŚ.?â the directorâs voice is thin.
âyeah,â hanson says, âthatâs why i think sheâd be useful, you know? add some peace to things.â
the director sits down. sighs. waves her hand. âwhatever,â she croaks, âdo what you want. reassign her.â
hanson leads you out. over your shoulder, you see her put her head in her hands. later, you get her a homemade spa kit, and make sure to help her out by making her a real dinner from time to time, something sheâs too busy for, mostly.
at night, you write shay messages you donât send. telling her things you cannot manage.
one morning you wake up to a terrible message: shay is gone. never to be seen again.
xxx
youâre eating ice cream when you find him.
behind you, the city is burning. hundreds dead, if not thousands.
heâs staring at the river. maybe half-crying. itâs hard to tell, his body is shifting, seemingly caught between all things and being nothing.
âooh buddy,â you say, passing him a cone-in-a-cup, the way he likes it, âtalk about a night on the town.â
the bench is burning beside him, so you put your jacket down and snuff it out. itâs hard sitting next to him. he emits so much.
âhey tim?â you say.Â
âyeah?â his voice is a million voices, a million powers, a terrible curse.Â
âcan i help?â you ask.
he eats a spoonful of ice cream.Â
âyeah,â he says eventually. âi think i give up.â
xxx
later, when they praise you for defeating him, you wonât smile. they try to put you in the media; an all-time hero. you decline every interview and press conference. you attend his funeral with a veil over your head.
the box goes into the ground. you canât stop crying.
youâre the only one left at the site. itâs dark now, the subtle night.
you feel her at your side and something in your heart stops hurting. a healing you didnât know you needed. her hands find yours.
âthey wanted me to kill him,â she says, âthey thought iâd be the only one who could.â her hands are warm. you arenât breathing.
âbeat you to it,â you say.Â
âi see that,â she tells you.Â
you both stand there. crickets nestle the silence.
âyou know,â she says eventually, âi have no idea which side is the good one.â
âi think thatâs the point of a good metaphor about power and control,â you say, âit reflects the human spirit. no tool or talent is good or bad.â
âjust useful,â she whispers. after a long time, she wonders, âso what does that make us?â
xxx
itâs a long trek up into the mountains. shay seems better every day. more solid. less like sheâs on another plane.
âheard youâre a top ten,â she tells me, her breath coming out in a fog. youâve reclassed her to civilian. it took calling in a few favors, but youâve got a lot.Â
âyeah,â you say, âinvulnerable.â
âoh, is that your superpower?â she laughs. she knows itâs not.
âthatâs what theyâre calling it,â you tell her, out of breath the way she is not, âitâs how they explain a person like me at the top.â
âif that means ânobody wants to kill meâ, i think iâm the opposite.â but sheâs laughing, in a light way, a way thatâs been missing from her.
the cabin is around the corner. the lights are already on.Â
âsomebodyâs home,â i grin.
tim, just tim, tim who isnât forced into war and a million reflections, opens the door. âcome on in.â xxx squadron one, division three. a picture of shay in a wedding dress is on my desk. she looks radiant, even though sheâs marrying little old me.
what do i do? just what iâm best at. whatâs not a superpower. what anyone is capable of: just plain old helping.
Always reblog.
Me: wow Iâm way too attached to fictional characters
Me: *sees yâall send death threats to writers because you didnât agree with their decisions*
Me: never mind Iâm attached the healthy amount
i donât even need to know the context of this drawing
pussy game so strong it scared the devil
no but literally that is what is happening, there have been long periods of western history where spirits were said t be frightened by the site of lady business. Sailorâs wives used to flash their husbands ships (mind you this was a time before underwear so you just lifted your petticoats and BAM) in order to scare away the spirits and devils that made storms. A woman could flash her crops to keep away spirits that might ruin them.This was also back when the vagoo was seen as something taboo and horrible so literally looking directly at some labia was thought to be so scary the devil would poop himself. Misogyny so intense it gave the pussy superpowers.Â
PUSSY OUT TO SCARE THE DEVIL AWAY
In case you need some ideas for banishing spells against unwanted spirits.
Hereâs some more of that Sex-Worker-Hate-Descending-Everyone-Into-Dystopia you ordered
https://mashable.com/2018/03/27/microsoft-new-tos-offensive-language/#5R19pPV05iqr
https://www.csoonline.com/article/3264658/privacy/microsoft-to-ban-offensive-language-from-skype-xbox-office-and-other-services.html
http://www.pcgamesinsider.biz/news/66852/consumers-could-lose-money-and-games-for-using-offensive-language-on-microsoft-services-as-of-may/
sources for anybody needing one
Call your reps saying youâre not happy with the new bill, donate to the ACLU if you can, and call Microsoftâs customer support line to complain about their new TOS.
âCall Microsoft Customer Service direct - 1-800-642-7676 - hours 5 AM til 9 PM PST time (USA) - Saturday and Sunday, 6:00 AM â 3:00 PM PST time (USA). In Canada, call (877)568-2495.â
not even gonna pretend this is the single most urgent issue on my radar right now, but also I am incredibly not pleased with this New Puritan norm-shifting initiative; I for one prefer in a world where the infrastructure isnât coercively G-rated.
What the actual fuck?
this TOS goes into effect May 1 and finally thereâs some contact info here so YELL AT THEM YALL. this is censorship. microsoft already had provisions against slander and hate speech and sex trafficking; this is just puritanical bullshit.Â
if you want to switch away from MS Office, hereâs libreoffice and openoffice for your productivity needs. (libreoffice lets you save as .docx, which is useful for assignments and such, while openoffice doesnât. both let you save as PDF.)Â
the bill mentioned above (because i missed it on my first read of this post) is SESTA, or FOSTA-SESTA. hereâs a good article explaining some of the factors and downsides. hereâs one on FOSTA from the electronic freedom foundation. hereâs one that goes into more legal detail. be informed. talk to your reps. fuck this.Â

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If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes itâs because theyâre simply shy. Other times itâs because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, donât get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
i donât know whatâs cooler tbh:Â
Demon horns being broken halos from when they were angels.Â
Demons willingly grow their own halos, but never complete the circle to symbolize their rebellion against heavenâs strict order.Â
In addition to the second one, angels are GIVEN their halos rather than earning them. Demons like Lucifer rebelled for freedom and individuality, thus demon horns all look different compared to an angelâs boring halo.
Horns are useful tools, but if you join them into a circle they become useless badges of authority.
And the thing about wearing a badge is that you become a symbol of someone else. Youâre not you, youâre an extension of the entity whose authority youâre borrowing. You canât be yourself until you ditch it
Hereâs a visual representation of angels and demons.
I figure that as angels, their âhornsâ would glow when connected to become traditional halos. However, this blinds the angel with heavenly light, making the angel rely on Godâs guidance.
Angels who break their halos become demons, and willingly grow their horns in obscure shapes so it wonât connect back into a halo. Because the halo no longer blinds them, demons can finally see but can no longer communicate with God for guidance â the light they once gave to heaven now belongs to them, hence demons being proficient with fire allowing them to see in the dark.
Extra notes on horns & halos:
Circular horns (Halos) are smooth and easy for God to âgrabâ like a chain.
Jagged horns are sharp to the touch and can pierce God.
Crucial notes I forgot to add:
The only way angels can break their own halos is through strong, direct, hard force; rebellious angels willingly fell from heaven, breaking their halos upon hitting our worldâs surface. Thatâs why demons are called âfallen angelsâ.
The only thing that can hurt God and other angels is another angel, so the shattered remains of a demonâs old halo would be reformed into tridents and pitchforks commonly associated with the devil.
Regretful demons wishing to commune with God again would either try to grow their horns back into a halo, or clasp their hands in prayer to form a circle with their own body mimicking a halo. It would faintly work. These demons would become the first priests, and spread the practice to humans.Â
Just a reminder, but you do not need to âearnâ being tired.
Youâre allowed to be tired, even if you havenât âdoneâ anything and youâre allowed to be tired even if you did less than someone else.
Being tired is a normal thing your body does for a whole plethora of reasons, and is a basic bodily function. You donât need to âearnâ basic bodily functions, no matter what anyone else tells you.
Just gonna go out there and say that this is bogusâŚ
1. If your body is randomly tired, that is a bad thing.
2. If you did less than someone else (assuming you were doing the same task) you should not be as tired, if tired at all, compared to the other person.
3. (This is at the people commenting on the original post) Adults should not respect you because you find it tiring to do simple work, Iâm a teenager and I can see the basic level of common sense associated with that. Work to earn respect, and work hard.
Have you ever heard of disabilities, because thatâs what this post is about, like, we disabled folk tend to wear out a lot faster, and it really doesnât matter if my ass is older than you, being in intense pain literally the entire day kind of wears you out.
Also like, you can sit and watch movies all day, youâre eventually going to get tired because uh, human bodies need this thing called âsleepâ periodically. Idk if youâve heard of it, but most humans require between 7-10 hours a day. And not doing a damn thing all day doesnât prevent your bodily requirements, such as sleep, from happening lmao.
Perhaps if you had clarified your message was about disabilities then it would have fended off people looking for an excuse to be tired for doing basic work. As it stands that is what your post promotes, laziness.
Read between the lines off criticism, and perhaps try and get your message across efficiently before arguing from ignorance and using strawman.
Or you could not be an ass and realize that a lot of those people may also have disabilities and be told constantly that they donât âdeserveâ to be tired because⌠fuck them I guess. You could also try considering that posts are not inherently subject to criticism (like, am I supposed to just know which of my posts are gonna hit 90 notes and which will hit 10k+? How the fuck am I to know what posts I need to be hyper-specific on just for the rando who has a compassion level of 0?)
Like, I literally do not give a shit if someone did nothing that day and theyâre tired and arenât disabled, theyâre still allowed to be tired because people get tired. Sometimes you are just tired for no damn reason. Sometimes itâs because you are ill or disabled. That doesnât make people lazy. Which people are also allowed to be from time to time.
Oh and saying âhey, this was actually about disability and about people who get told they donât deserve to be tired unless they have sufficiently earned itâ isnât a strawman either, consider looking up what a strawman is because uhhh âexplaining what the post was actually about and correcting your misinformation and ignoranceâ isnât the correct definition lol
Lol. They want you to clarify (ie help them remember that disabled people exist) for them. But then youâre also supposed to read between the lines of their post.
They argued from ignorance and then blamed you for it.
That was a wild ride.
Having to prove youâre sufficiently disabled (for whatever abled personâs value of âsufficientlyâ) is⌠really not any better than having to justify âIâm tiredâ in the first place.
I hate the fact that the sentence âmummies are rare because we ate themâ is factual.
Iâm sorry, what?
I am so happy to be the one to introduce you to the horrible few hundred years where Europeans regularly consumed ground Egyptian mummies.
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Susanna and the Elders, Restored (Left)
Susanna and the Elders, Restored with X-ray (Right)
Kathleen Gilje, 1998
Oooh my gosh this is rad. This is so rad.
For those who donât know about this painting, the artist was the Baroque artist Artemisia Gentileschi.
Gentileschi was a female painter in a time when it was very largely unheard of for a woman to be an artist. She managed to get the opportunity for training and eventual employment because her father, Orazio, was already a well established master painter who was very adamant that she get artistic training. He apparently saw a high degree of skill in some artwork she did as a hobby in childhood. He was very supportive of her and encouraged her to resist the âtraditional attitude and psychological submission to brainwashing and the jealousy of her obvious talents.â Â
Gentileschi became extremely well known in her time for painting female figures from the Bible and their suffering. For example, the one seen above depicts the story from the Book of Daniel. Susanna is bathing in her garden when two elders began to spy on her in the nude. As she finishes they stop her and tell her that they will tell everyone that they saw her have an affair with a young man (sheâs married so this is an offense punishable by death) unless she has sex with them. She refuses, they tell their tale, and she is going to be put to death when the protagonist of the book (Daniel) stops them.
So that painting above? That was her first major painting. She was SEVENTEEN-YEARS-OLD. For context, here is a painting of the same story by Alessandro Allori made just four years earlier in 1606:Â
Wowwwww. That does not look like a woman being threatened with a choice between death or rape. So imagine 17 year old Artemisia trying to approach painting the scene of a woman being assaulted. And she paints what is seen in the x-ray above. A woman in horrifying, grotesque anguish with what appears to be a knife poised in her clenched hand. Damn that shit is real. Who wants to guess that she was advised by, perhaps her father or others, to tone it down. Women canât look that grotesque. Sexual assault canât be depicted as that horrifying. And women definitely canât be seen as having the potential to fight back. Certainly not in artwork. Women need to be soft. They need to wilt from their captors but still look pretty and be a damsel in distress. So she changed it.Â
Whatâs interesting to note is that she eventually painted and stuck with some of her own, less traditional depictions of women. However, that is more interesting with some context. Â
(Warning for reference to rape, torture, and images of paintings which show violence and blood.)
So, Gentileschiâs story continues in the very next year, 1611, when her father hires Agostino Tassi, an artist, to privately tutor her. It was in this time when Tassi raped her. He then proceeded to promise that he would marry her. He pointed out that if it got out that she had lost her virginity to a man she wasnât going to marry then it would ruin her. Using this, he emotionally manipulated her into continuing a sexual relationship with him. However, he then proceeded to marry someone else. Horrified at this turn of events she went to her father. Orazio was having none of this shit and took Tassi to court. At that time, rape wasnât technically an offense to warrant a trial, but the fact that he had taken her virginity (and therefore technically âdamaged Orazioâs propertyâ. ugh.) meant that the trial went along. It lasted for 7 months. During this time, to prove the truth of her words, Artemisia was given invasive gynecological examinations and was even questioned while being subjected to torture via thumb screws. It was also discovered during the trial that Tassi was planning to kill his current wife, have an affair with her sister, and steal a number of Orazioâs paintings. Tassi was found guilty and was given a prison sentence ofâŚ. ONE. YEARâŚâŚ. Which he never even served because the verdict was annulled.
During this time and a bit after (1611-1612), Artemisia painted her most famous work of Judith Slaying Holofernes. This bible story involved Holofernes, an Assyrian general, leading troops to invade and destroy Bethulia, the home of Judith. Judith decides to deal with this issue by coming to him, flirting with him to get his guard down, and then plying him with food and lots of wine. When he passed out, Judith and her handmaiden took his sword and cut his head off. Issue averted. The subject was a very popular one for art at the time. Here is a version of the scene painted in 1598-99 by Carivaggio, whom was a great stylistic influence on Artemisia:
This depiction is a pretty good example of how this scene was typically depicted. Artists usually went out of their way to show Judith committing the act (or having committed it) while trying to detach her from the actual violence of it. In this way, they could avoid her losing the morality of her character and also avoid showing a woman committing such aggression. So here we see a young, rather delicate looking Judith in a pure white dress. She is daintily holding down this massive man and looks rather disgusted and upset at having to do this. Now, here is Artemisiaâs:
Damn. Thats a whole different scene. Here Holofernes looks less like heâs simply surprised by the goings ons and more like a man choking on his own blood and struggling fruitlessly against his captors. The blood here is less of a bright red than in Carrivaggioâs but is somehow more sickening. It feels more real, and gushes in a much less stylized way than Carrivaggioâs. Not to mention, Judith here is far from removed from the violence. She is putting her physical weight into this act. Her hands (much stronger looking than most depictions of womenâs hands in early artwork) are working hard. Her face, as well, is completely different. She doesnât look upset, necessarily, but more determined.Â
Itâs also worth note that the handmaiden is now involved in the action. Itâs worth note because, during her rape trial, Artemisia stated that she had cried for help during the initial rape. Specifically she had called for Tassiâs female tenant in the building, Tuzia. Tuzia not only ignored her cries for help, but she also denied the whole happening. Tuzia had been a friend of Artemisiaâs and in fact was one of her only female friends. Artemisia felt extremely betrayed, but rather than turning her against her own gender, this event instilled in her the deep importance of female relationships and solidarity among women. This can be seen in some of her artwork, and I believe in the one above, as well, with the inclusion of the handmaiden in the act.
So, I just added a million words worth of information dump on a post when no one asked me, but there we go. I could talk for ages about Artemisia as a person and her depictions of women (even beyond what I wrote above. Donât get me started on her depictions of female nudes in comparison to how male artists painted nude women at the time.)Â
To sum up: Artemisia Gentileschi is rad as hell. This x-ray is also rad as hell and makes her even radder.
I love art history.
Iâm reblogging this again to add something that I also think is important to know about Artemisia Gentileschi. Back in her time and through even to TODAY, there are people who argue that her artworks were greatly aided by her fatherâŚ. As in he either helped her paint them or just straight up painted them himself. Hell, there are a number of works only recently (past several years or so) that have been officially attributed to Artemisia because people originally saw the signature with âGentileschiâ in it and automatically attributed it to Orazio. So, not only was Artemisia Gentileschi an amazing artist and amazing historical figure, but I donât want it to be ignored that there are people over 400 years later who still wonât give her the credit she deserves, just because sheâs a woman and obviously women canât paint like she did.