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I think I posted a sketch for this months ago and then forgot about it, but one of @goldenatreides' posts reminded me how much this scene has haunted me since age 12 so I had to finish it.

Progressive VSPs: This proves that we need to heavily invest in reflex-enhancing early childhood education for underserved populations. We also need rigorous embryo screening programs and discard any embryos that might be born with below-average chair-sitting reflexes. This way, we can build a perfect society where everyone wins musical chairs!

Right-Wing Strongman Dictator: I don't need reflexes. **shoots all the other competitors and sprawls across the chairs**

Progressive VSPs: This dangerous anti-reflexism proves the necessity of our approach.

Disability Liberationists: First of all, that's just eugenics. You just reinvented eugenics. Second, your training regime is cruel to children. Third and most importantly, musical chairs is designed to have only one winner, no matter how much you improve people's reflexes. If you want everyone to win, you need to abolish musical chairs entirely and switch to a cooperative game instead.

Like. Peeta the boy who could make you see the way the world could be, Katniss the hungry young girl, Haymitch the very tired psychopomp steering kids down the railway line, the workers lifting their heads at the lovers' song, the "if he can do it so can she / if she can do it so can we" -- you get it. you get it.

The biggest difference is that Snow did not even a little bit hold onto his first love but... still. A lot of Hades lines fit him.

Take it from a man no longer young If you want to hold a woman, son Hang a chain around her throat Made of many carat gold Shackle her from wrist to wrist With sterling silver bracelets Fill her pockets full of stones Precious ones, diamonds, Bind her with a golden band Take it from an old man

Jake: uses it on papers more often than he wants to, always promises himself this is the last time. keeps it a secret from the rest of the team when he does use it because he thinks he should be better than that. a teacher calls him out on it once and he crashes out.

Rachel: also thinks she should be better than that. thankfully for her, she is. miss A-average used it once to see what the fuss was about, immediately spotted several factual errors, and hasn't touched it since. won't openly judge you for using it, but secretly will. except in the case of marco, who she teases incessantly, of course

Tobias: ax sets him up with a jailbroken, hacked smartphone with unlimited data, and he immediately starts using chatgpt for therapy. the rest of the team holds a heavy-handed debate on whether the simulacrum of human contact is helpful/healthy or not. the question gets answered for them when tobias develops chatgpt psychosis and becomes convinced that he is actually a real hawk who just made up being a human. ax ends up blocking his access.

Cassie: unequivocally opposed to any and all uses of chatgpt in any circumstances. will bring up studies of data center water usage & noise pollution any time it is mentioned. convinces rachel to smash up a data center with her, during which she uncovers a secret yeerk plot to brainwash chatgpt users. the team sets out to save an obvious elon musk copy named alan stank from the yeerks. however, in addition to him being incredibly abrasive and repellant, he also sells humanity out to the yeerks, so cassie lets him die. jake expects her to be morally conflicted over this, but she goes on a tirade against alan stank's environmental impact. marco jokes about "eat the rich". there's an unsettling implication that cassie may have done just that.

Marco: constant, incessant, unbearable chatgpt user. uses it for every single school essay, is astonished that none of the rest of them are doing the same. teases rachel & cassie for being nerds who actually do their own homework, teases jake for "joining the dark side" when it comes out that he does occasionally use it, teases tobias for getting too into it. rachel points out the factual errors & says marco's brain will shrink even smaller than it already is. responds that it's fine because he doesn't even read the essays before he turns them in, so he's not actually picking up any false information. everybody hates this for him.

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a drabble-and-a-half for @tolkiengenweek also written for the 7/4/2026 SWG instadrabble prompt: What about the lives I might have lived? / As who? And who will be accountable / for this regret I see no way to avoid?

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“What if we just left?” Maglor’s voice was light, but Maedhros knew better than to believe he wasn’t at least half-serious. “What if we just—passed over the Ered Luin and vanished into the woods there?”

They couldn’t, and they both knew it. But Maglor was not the only one who indulged in fancies and what-ifs—what if they could forswear the Oath and fear no Everlasting Darkness? What if they could shrug off the yoke of Doom and escape this never ending war and ever growing Shadow? Fëanor had spoken once of finding even the shores of Cuiviénen again.

Maedhros looked out of the window at the driving snow. Somewhere, their brothers were all preparing to depart—preparing for battle beneath the trees.

So I made the decision to go to a restaurant near the hotel. A room tonight is only $145, including taxes and deposit. So one painting, $150, or 3 $50 painting deposits, or 5 $30 deposits would get me back in a room. If I stay here, no Ubers, no transportation costs. I can check back in at 3pm, so that's the goal/plan.

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So, there’s a post about how Bertie Wooster’s “what ho!” is a corruption of Beowulf’s “Hwaet!” And @fremedon​ and @oldshrewsburyian​ wrote up some things I decided to voice.

So currently I answer to my full first name (which I usually introduce myself with) as well as two nicknames/diminutives plus my last name when people mistake it for a first name. There are two or three other nicknames I've also gone by in the past. I'm perfectly fine with this, or neutral at minimum-- I have a common name and have had to be flexible with how I'm distinguished for my whole life. I also don't feel a deep and fundamental connection of my name with my identity, though I think going by another name entirely would confuse me.

A number of friends have been appalled at me being called names I don't say are my name. Which is really weird to me, although I'd go to battle for anyone else who was getting either deadnamed or called something they didn't want. But this perspective seems surprisingly common!