Tattoo-Lotus

(Edited)

Spoiler-Free Introduction:

• Short and attention-grabbing blurb (reminds me a little of the blurb of another novel, “The Person I Buried Alive”):

我必须把他抱回家养殖起来，家里没有浴缸和大盆，于是不得不把他暂时放进洗衣机里。

一个小时后我才重新记起这件事，此时他已经被洗得很干净。

My translation:

I just had to carry him home and keep him. There was no bathtub or big basin at home, so I had no choice but to temporarily put him in the washing machine.

This matter only came to mind again an hour later; by then, he’d already been washed to squeaky cleanliness.

• Genre/setting/key words: sci-fi, ABO, superpowers tied to different animal/plant/object characteristics, secret service/special ops, combat involving firearms—very interesting combo

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

It’s an interesting question on a couple of levels. The Weeping Angels send people back in time (if I’m remembering properly) so that they can consume the “temporal energy” left behind by the gap that person’s sudden lack of existence has caused, or something similar. But I wonder what happens when they do it to someone who wasn’t meant to be in that time in the first place. Steve didn’t time-travel so perhaps the point is moot, but he wasn’t meant to live three-quarters of his life in the twenty-first century, only scientific tampering on a very severe scale allowed that to happen. So I wonder if the angel who tried to do it wouldn’t like, glitch it up and end up starving because they “fixed” something instead of sending it awry. Though you could also use the glitch as a reason to have them send him back to the moment he went into the ice.

Which leads us to the second point of interest, in that the Angels didn’t choose a specific, meaningful moment to send people back to – they just zapped them away and wherever they ended up, that wasn’t the angel’s concern. So you could play it a couple of ways. You could have Steve waiting for Peggy and Phillips when they emerged from the radio room where Peggy just heard him die, as confused about what just happened as they are. Or you could have him zapped back to sometime in the fifties, which would keep the timeline of Agent Carter intact, not that I think that timeline is particularly interesting unfortunately. 

But there’s a third option, where Steve ends up further back in his own timeline. There’s a lot of scope for storytelling there – you could have him go WAY back so that he influences his younger self growing up (ala Night Watch), or you could have him go only a few years back and enlist as a “normal” soldier, and end up as a masked superhero who eventually mentors his own younger self, perhaps even have him save the 107th before they can be captured, which obviously impacts Bucky’s timeline and the formation of the Howling Commandos (or you could have him deliberately NOT save them, so as not to contaminate his timeline). 

And if he does contaminate his own timeline, he might prevent his other self from going into the ice, which either creates a paradox that reality can’t sustain (where he never went forward in time so could not have been sent backwards in time) or just sets up a new parallel universe where there are two Steve Rogers, depending on how you think time travel works best. 

Hi, you may or may not know me. I go by Tyramir, and I’m an author. Mostly I write fanfic, but I have also published a book at some point. (Yes, that was a subtle plug – don’t feel obligated to click the links, they’re there to justify to myself why I’m doing this so I can say this wasn’t 100% altruistic because I’m a crusty old troll)

So, recently, Tumblr has made something of an announcement regarding what kind of content they will and will not host in the future. And you know what, that’s okay. It’s their site. They can do what they want. Just like I’m free to say, “Hey, @staff, go fuck yourselves with some sandpaper, you masochistic fucks.”

Ah, that felt good. You know what else feels good? Moving to Pillowfort. I’m in no way associated with them, beyond that I am now a user. I just bought a key. More than one, actually. I bought a whackload of them. I am not rich. See: author. Very poor profession if you’re not ultra-successful. However, what I am is angry, and disappointed with the direction this site is taking. 

This site is home for the marginalised, for the outcasts, for the misfits. It’s also the home for a lot of fellow artists, like myself. Ones that might not have a little extra cash in their wallets. So, as a Christmas gift (and as a way of sharing that link up above advertising my book, see self, you’re not totally altruistic), I’m making this offer.

Reblog and like this post. You don’t have to follow me. You don’t have to buy my book. You don’t have to tell anyone it exists. You don’t even have to click that link. Just like and reblog. Anyone who likes it will get one entry for drawing for a key. Anyone who reblogs it will get one. Anyone who does both will get two. And on December 17th, the Day of Ignominy, I will draw ten names, and I will gift ten keys. I’ll even wear a Willy Wonka hat while I do. You won’t be able to see it, but the spirit will be there.

If you want to get the word out, but don’t want to get an entry (say you already have a Pillowfort account), just reblog and tag the post with “no entry,” or some variation thereof. I’ll exclude you from the draw, but thank you (in my mind, I’m not gonna actually thank people, but that requires effort, yo) for helping others learn about this opportunity.

(Target)

Are you sure?

Are you

(Walmart)

ABSOLUTELY SURE??

BECAUSE I’M NOT ENTIRELY CONVINCED

LIKE AT ALL

THAT MEN HAVE IT HARDER

(Victoria’s Secret)

OH AND SHOULD I BRING UP PANTIES WHILE I’M AT IT? I am a firm believer of the “fuck you, I’ll wear briefs that don’t give me a wedgie, I don’t care if they’re not sexy” policy, but a lot of women are expected to wear panties and thongs because GASP WOMEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL AT ALL TIMES. Here’s a screenshot of some Victoria’s secret panties!

Wow. It’s almost as if there’s a pattern here.

There is only one single exception to this that I can found. And that is underwear. I don’t mean lingerie like the Victoria’s Secret stuff above, I mean basic knickers vs basic boxers. A multipack of 7 knickers from Primark costs about £4. A multipack of 3 boxers from Primark costs £7. That is literally the only exception that I’ve found.

Of course, considering that a lot of women also wear bras that tiny concession ceases to be a factor once you add in the cost of a bra. Even a basic Primark one costs about £6 for one. That basic bras aren’t supportive, comfortable, long lasting, or anything else you need from a bra.

The sequence of events is a little jumbled in the telling above. The actual chastising from the teacher came days before the woman’s thesis, during a practice run of her presentation. This was not a spur-of-the-moment thing where she just whipped off her clothes for the sake of being angry. Chai took the time to think things through before deciding this was the way she wanted to protest. She used critical thinking and level-headedness to decide instead of becoming volatile and aggressive, she would choose non-violent protest. 

I just don’t like the way the story’s being told by others because it makes her come across as “overly-emotional” and “erratic” (as women often do in the media, because it’s easier to attribute extreme action to “hysteria”), whereas in actual news reports, she had time to think about her decision and choose the best way to handle what happened to her. 

Sources: 

New York Post

CBS

because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?

a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”

The next day, he surprises her on her walk. He hands her a letter, asks that she read it, and then takes off.

When this happened to me after I had turned someone down IN REAL LIFE, the letter contained a passionate argument to the tune of “actually you’re wrong and you do like me and you should go out with me” and it was creepy af.

Darcy’s letter to Elizabeth starts with: “Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to you”. He goes on to set the record straight about the stuff he didn’t do (as well as the stuff he did) which is *actually relevant* to Elizabeth. And he, as promised, doesn’t romance her further.

Darcy’s second proposal: “One word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

His whole arc in the book is about learning to consider other people’s feelings and not just his own, but the fact that it’s expressed via who gets to talk and who is told to shut up is so, so telling. The first time around, he imposes his voice on her whether she wants it or not. The second time, he asks how she feels, and in exchange, offers her the gift of his silence.

JUST FUCKING LISTEN. 

THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT