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i like him the normal amount

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Tbh I just think any analysis that doesn't take into account the fact that, beside being just characters, the Sides are also externalized metaphors of cThomas' internal thoughts and feelings, is just really lacking
"X side is so selfish they only want what's best for them, not Thomas" so here's a crazy idea, and tell me if I lost you, but, they are all Thomas
what would rocky be the saint patron of and how would he be canonised you think
i'm going to be a bit of a pedantic fun ruiner and say that rocky just doesn't qualify for sainthood - and that's a good thing. the reason that you can sincerely call grace things like "the patron saint of one-way trips" with a straight face is because he is straight up violently sacrificed (both as a consequence of the project being a suicide mission and in the sense that the induced amnesia strips him of his former identity) and raised up in order to perform a miracle that will save humanity from an apocalyptic event of legitimately biblical proportions. for a cause named after one of the most famous sacrificial religious figures in all of human history, no less. it's an almost absurdly and rather horrifyingly literal take on the prayer for divine intercession "hail mary, full of grace". it's a catholic's wet dream.
rocky is... not that. rocky and his crew were never meant to be on a suicide mission. nobody was supposed to die at all. rocky is, in fact, the sole survivor. there is something to be said of the blip-a, with its intricate, almost unbearably beautiful cathedral-like structure that refracts and radiates light, singing as it soars through the skies, chasing grace playfully and sending him messages across the void as if to say "be not afraid", being evocative of the angelic, and something to be said of the eridian language being made of music; of rocky being able to use this to communicate with an alien megastructure in order to fly through time and space. rocky feeling compelled to fulfil his purpose to the point of spending nearly half a century alone rather than returning home, and push the boundaries of possibility itself to "fix" as much as he can. but rocky isn't an angel, either.
there is, however, something else that is a significant recurring motif in religious mythology and folklore across a variety of cultures throughout human history, but not exclusive to any one of them. something that travels across the universe, enduring the centuries, singing all the while, and bringing comfort to those who need it even when they have nothing else left. what do we call a rock in the sky, too blisteringly hot to ever touch even if we could close the immense distance between us, that burns itself up to show us the way home?
a star, of course.
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one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.
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If you do it 10 times, it turns into a 4 bit.
If you do it 20 times, it turns into an 8 bit, and then you can cash in on the nostalgia factor.
If you do it five times, it turns into a 2 bit, which you can cash in for a shave and a haircut
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The hoax took place in Florence in about 1409... The victim was a carpenter named Manetto, known as Il Grasso, "the Fat Man." Manetto specialized in carving ebony and owned a shop in the Piazza San Giovanni, not far from Filippo [Brunelleschi]'s house. He was prosperous and good-natured, but one day had the misfortune of incurring Filippo's ire after missing a social gathering. Never one to resist retaliation, Filippo resolved to exact his revenge for this perceived slight by persuading a wide cast of characters to convince Manetto that he had metamorphosed into someone else.... As Manetto closed his shop one evening, Filippo went to his house near the cathedral, picked the lock, slipped inside, and barred the door behind him. When Manetto arrived a few minutes later, he rattled the door and then, to his alarm, heard what sounded like his own voice (in fact, Filippo doing an impersonation) ordering him to go away. This impersonation was so convincing that eh retreated in bewilderment into the Piazza San Giovanni. There he met Donatello, who inexplicably addressed him as Matteo, and shortly afterward a bailiff, who likewise hailed him as Matteo and then promptly arrested him for debt. He was taken to the Stinche prison, where his name was entered in the jail book as Matteo. Even his fellow prisoners--all of them party to Filippo's prank--addressed him by this alien name. The carpenter spent a sleepless night, fretting over events but solacing himself with the thought that he was merely a victim of mistaken identity. This comfort evaporated the next morning when two strangers--the brothers of the real Matteo--arrived at the prison and claimed him as their kin. They paid his debt and liberated him, though not before chastising him for his supposed gambling and profligate living. More bewildered now than ever, he was escorted to Matteo's home on the other side of Florence, near Santa Felìcita, where his protests that he was not Matteo, but Manetto, appeared to fall on deaf ears.... He was then put to sleep with a potion supplied by Filippo and carried, unconscious, back across the river to his own home. He was laid on his bed in a reversed position, with his head at the foot and his feet at the head. Awakening many hours later, the poor carpenter was confused not merely by his position on the bed but also by the disarray of his house, for his tools had been completely rearranged. His perplexity grew with the arrival of Matteo's brothers... greeting him as Manetto and relating the curious story of how the previous evening their brother Matteo conceived the fantastic notion that he was someone else. The story was soon confirmed by Matteo himself--the real one--who arrived at Manetto's house to describe his puzzling dream of having been a carpenter. The disarray of the house was explained by the fact that in his dream Matteo noticed how his tools were out of order and in need of rearrangement.
Source: Brunelleschi's Dome, Ross King
What the hell was going on in 15th-century Florence. You miss a party and get elaborately mindfucked by a pissed-off goldsmith and his buddy Donatello. Manetto ended up moving to Hungary over this and who can blame him
Sometimes I think people’s complaints about queer genre fic boil down to them wanting litfic and not knowing there’s queer litfic. If you wish to read about sad lesbian adjunct professors having unsatisfying sex, rejoice! NPR has reviewed it for you

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