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as a chemist i would like to say BWAHAHAHAHAHA
image description at explainXKCD:
explain xkcd is a wiki dedicated to explaining the webcomic xkcd. Go figure.
its a bit easier for astronomers
NO! Where’s the non-metals and metaloids?!
are they hydrogen or helium
oxygen, carbon, sulfur, xenon, iodine, neon, etc etc.
ooo okay i see the confusion. you're listing off a bunch of metals there
…. You’re breaking my chemistry nerd brain. Hhhuuuhhhh???
im an astrophysicist
but but, science is science?!
and different fields of science have different conventions and definitions for their unique contexts
having a real "which could mean nothing" moment with the way hobb is writing leftrin and alise and how she writes fitz and the fool. if you even care.
feeling depressed? no problem! have your completely platonic heterosexual bestie kiss you on the mouth for a notably long amount of time and you’ll regain all your lust for life and range of emotion. works every time
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I love settings where gods can be just pathetic little guys. Yeah I met this gecko the other day and it told me at length of it's past glories, fallen temples and great rites then suggested I give it some blood sacrifice to revive its godly power. I wasn't interested but was too awkward to say so. I just started walking faster and faster until it's little legs couldn't keep up with me, now I have to take the long way home in case it's still there.
a new reality tv show called So you think you can write Doctor Who
twelve episodes, twelve contestants - a mix of annoying middle aged sci fi authors, fan fic authors and random people off the street
a variety of against the clock writing tasks, big finish scripts, ability to interact with actors without shouting at them and challenges where you have no budget or doctor for an episode
judged by solely by christopher eccleston
this is how you find the new doctor who showrunner
me and my wife (doctor who) separated, not on speaking terms for months & i just heard from a friend of a friend shes been shot
civil bresinga talks a lot of shit for someone who is visibly also in a weird situationship with a farseer who will never like him back. i’m kind of obsessed with him though he’s funny as hell
imagine you've been living in the woods, relatively secluded from others, for 15 years and then a witch tells you one of your life's great loves is coming back to you then your ex-situationship visits out of nowhere and oH NO THEY'RE EVEN HOTTER, they're shining like sunlight and they're GOLDEN and their hands are so long and nice to look at and and you get tipsy and stare at their profile in the firelight before you fall asleep. fitzchivalry farseer i know what you are.

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learning languages is fun because in some areas youll be like "oh wow theres one word for this thing thats covered by 20 different words in english? thats so easy and convinient!" and then in other areas you'll be like "what the fuck do you mean you use different numbers depending on what kind of object youre counting. im going to kill myself."
tonight im thinking about how when the fool took fitz's memories from girl on a dragon he said they were too much and too human. and about how when fitz and the fool flowed into each other in the skill fitz said the fool was giving too much and loved him too much. as if the sky can be too blue and the grass too green
quintessential rote reading experience except my face is filled with horror
jesus christ superstar bravely asks the question: what if you and your homoerotic best friend in occupied judea built a radical leftist political movement together based on principles you hold dear but as the movement grows more followers join who seem less committed to its message and more interested in your homoerotic bestie as a charismatic leader, and then they even start saying some crazy shit about him being the son of god, and you try to ask him about it because surely he doesn't think that's true and he's weirdly noncommittal like "oh, yknow, if that's what they think who am i to tell them no, it brings more people to the movement anyways," and you're like i guess... but then this son of god stuff gets really serious and people are calling him a king too, and you're like this is gonna end badly if the romans catch wind of it, so you try to tell him to drop the son of god stuff but at this point he's so intensely beloved you can't even have a private conversation with him, and you start to think is he just drunk on his own power, because now he's barely staying on message and even actively contradicting your founding principles--not only that but he starts getting weirdly morbid, talking about his death coming soon and limited time on earth, etc. he seems unwell and frankly irresponsible, randomly lashing out in anger and filled with bitterness towards the followers he's cultivated, and towards you, too, and meanwhile your volatile homoerotic bestie is being hounded by tens of thousands of maniac zealots urging him towards open war with rome, and you're really the only one capable of stopping it, all you have to do is turn him in to the pharisees, but every time you think about it it makes you sweat because you could swear he already knows you're going to do it, he almost seems to want you to do it yet he hates you for it too, but someone needs to keep him from bringing the full might of rome down on the jews (again), so what if he hates you, is he even the person you thought he was anymore, regardless he could never love you the way you love him, and you need to do this, you have to do this, it's the only way. Would that be fucked up or what?
it also asks the question: what if you'd spent three years rising from complete obscurity to being a massively popular charismatic political leader, and every day you are fucking hounded by thousands of people all trying to get you to Do Something For Them and not giving you a fucking break for two fucking seconds, which might be flattering except you know that almost none of the people who follow you really care about you as a person and only care about what they can get out of you and will just as quickly turn against you the hot second things start going bad, which is a problem because you are absolutely gonna be tortured and killed in a couple of days (which is perhaps the most bad "going bad" can get) and NONE of them can get this through their heads and all of them are like "no no no we love you" and it's FAKE, you know it's fake, and your most homoerotic bestie is going to be the worst fucking one because he's going to be the guy who sells you out and gets you killed all while truly believing he's doing the right thing, and the worst part of it is that you know all of this is going to happen but you have no idea if your abandonment and torture and death will actually accomplish anything or if you'll have sacrificed your entire fucking life for absolutely nothing. anyway would that be fucked up or what?
and ☝️ it slaps
emet-selch's role in the garlean empire is one of the best and funniest retcons ffxiv has ever implemented because all of a sudden almost every setting detail that didn't quite add up now works because an evil wizard did it.
like the nael thing goes from "what do you mean a young garlean officer's sister disappeared and father died in what was widely assumed to be an act of patricide, and then he publicly executed his house's officers and guards, and solus zos galvus said 'hang on, put THAT GUY in charge of a legion NOW'? how does that make any sense?" to "oooooh yeah. yeah he would do that."

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see the thing to me about the whole "sex is not important and Fitz does not and never has wanted the Fool sexually, their bond is more interesting/deep/straight/[insert additional adjective here] than that" take is that yeah like that's a perfectly valid reading and there IS a lot of great discussion in this series about how sex ≠ love and you don't need sex to make love true, but the other thing is that Fitz is lying. Like he's straight up lying to the readers and he isn't doing it particularly convincingly. He tells us he's an enormous liar and that the truth is subjective all the time. It's glaringly obvious when you begin to look for it that he wants Beloved sexually AND spiritually AND romantically AND emotionally. It's woven throughout the entire fabric of the story of ROTE as a whole. It's scattered throughout all nine Fitz books if you dive even a modicum deeper into the text than Fitz's (often purposefully evasive) blanket statements on the matter, ones, I might add, that he usually makes in moment of intense anger or severe emotional overwhelm, and later actively regrets.
He expresses lifelong dissatisfaction with his non-Skilled and even non-emotionally connected sexual experiences and cites them as not being "close enough to be a singular being and swept away." And at the points he does that, he's already been with Beloved in that Skill capacity (several times over). He knows exactly what he's talking about. He knows precisely what he's missing out on.
Even when it comes to the quarrel, I have always found his wording extremely telling: "I could never... do you understand me?" Not will not ever. COULD never. He can't desire Beloved as a bed partner, not won't. There is too much at stake for him if he admits this shameful and atypical desire to anyone, let alone himself. Too much to face head on, too much to grapple with, too much to lose. Too much that challenges his already precariously gripped identity. Too much that shifts his worldview. Too much stake placed on one single individual, an individual he can never hope to have a conventional life with, an individual he feels he can never possibly hope to understand in their fullness.
And yet whenever Fitz's barriers are broken down the most, whenever he finds himself most stripped bare and vulnerable, he DOES want Beloved. He finds Beloved attractive. He longs for closeness with him. He desires a child with Beloved, longs to raise a baby together to the point that THAT is the seduction Ilistore uses to try and win him over, mimicking "his" Beloved and projecting their similar appearances to entice Fitz further.
And I know it's a big joke that everyone thought TB and LG were fucking but I think that also goes to show just how unreliable Fitz is being with us because if every single person who has ever encountered those two together goes, "huh, they have GOT to be fucking," chances are they were getting that impression not just from a single party. In fact, the chances are great that Fitz was actually projecting that attraction in equal measure to Beloved, he just simply refused to recognize/acknowledge his role in it (a thing that is extraordinarily in character for him to do. He loved to downplay his own role in all manner of occurrences.)
He initiates almost all the affectionate physical touch he shares with Beloved, kisses his face, wipes his tears, comforts him, holds him, protects him, feels great possession over him, wants him near, admires his beauty, and is jealous for his time and undivided attention. None of those things equate to sexual desire. But it's well worth noting that he wants Beloved in an all-consuming and all-encompassing way that doesn't feel like the way he has wanted other people, because he knows Beloved in ways he has never known other people.
Their Skill link carries undeniably erotic undertones, by virtue of Fitz's own narration. I think it's so much more nuanced than "Fitz says he doesn't want Beloved sexually so he doesn't want him sexually." Ask yourself what Fitz stands to lose if he admits to himself those desires. Ask yourself if Fitz even had the context for what those desires might truly entail. Ask yourself what fears Fitz might harbor in regards to obtaining and then almost certainly losing that sort of love due to Beloved disappearing again. Ask yourself why, in Fitz's most private moments, it's the Fool he wants. Why in his most vulnerable states, it's the Fool's bed he seeks comfort in, quite literally, alongside the Fool's company. There is symbolism there, whether authorially intended or not.
I do lowkey think we need to demand answers about why he specifically adds the caveat "I have never felt less of a man that I did so" here. Like this is not the first time they've slept curled up against each other, it's not the first time they've slept holding hands. WHAT COMFORT were you letting that poor miserable angel take from the warmth and strength of your body that you felt you had to tack that shit on for the audience at home FITZCHIVALRY
Nothing gay happened but we shied at first from one another's touch; he did not know quite what his ordeal had left him capable of wanting, and I was afraid to allow my hands past the boundaries his body struggled to rebuild. I was careful, very careful, when he at last looked up from where his forehead was nestled against my chest to press his lips softly to mine. I could not have said with certainty which of us was first to open his mouth, nor who was responsible for the first tentative brush of tongue. He took my hands in his, despite the tremor in his slender, injured fingers, and moved them as he would have them. My steady, gentle grip on him felt like holding brushfire in my palms. The sounds he made heated my belly and encouraged me further. He whimpered for more of what he wanted in the broken way of a dog reunited with its master. This all seemed to comfort him in his time of need or whatever and it was a very masculine bonding ritual between two close platonic friends that was NOT gay.
"He seemed to take strength from my hand's touch and I, in turn, took heart from the succor he found in my arms and my companionship that night. I did, I believe, what any man might have under such circumstances, and I have never since regretted it. I cradled him afterward as I would, in similar straits, hope to find myself held, and cherished him as one might a brother, or their own pitiable and frightened self. He slept in my embrace without flinching nor shrieking, and I kept watch for us both while he rested. I felt no less manly for our tenderness, for if his need that night was great, so, then, was my capacity to comfort him. I would humbly and gladly offer such a sacred service to him once more, should he ever have further need of it. It reflects not on my manhood at all, I believe. Only my deep regard and loyal affection for my friend.
- Some burned up page of Fitz's journal somewhere, probably