my biggest swiftie claim to fame is having my birthday mentioned in a song and i WON’T move on and i WILL bring it up for the rest of my life and NO ONE can stop me

i mean it was already made official in my head but here’s a serious trans athena rundown for you guys

her story is and always has been a unique one.  i think what is most significant about it to me is the prophecy concerning her birth -- zeus was warned that his first born son would overthrow him, and killed metis with the knowledge that their child was to be a son. which wasn’t exactly incorrect by most standards.  but then out springs athena, a woman in full battle armour who turns out not to be the son that was promised.

but its because athena spent years, an entire lifetime as a thought in the back of her father’s head.  by the time she was ‘born’, she had figured herself out and configured for herself an appearance that passed as what she knew to be feminine.  she was not his son, but his daughter, and made that clear from day one.

not only is athena trans, therefore defying the prophecy on a technicality -- but i think she actively chose not to be a part of it by siding with her father.  in that way, i think, athena really did defy the will of the fates, both intentionally and unintentionally. 

i think her transition and understanding of gender (her own included) still took a really long time.  athena didn’t have everything figured out, because her knowledge was limited pre-birth.  but she knew intrinsically that this son her father feared never could have been her and that’s beautiful. 

[my grandson]

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Being born is like this: The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun. The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.

—  Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

My buddy gave me a bowl of curry and I realized he’s actively trying to kill me.

This rice was banned in the Geneva conventions.

I might catch actual fire.

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

Someone: Why do you keep showing me clips from Star Trek TOS all the time?

Me:

i've been looking everywhere for you!

I think there's no greater indication that disco elysium is sympathetic towards communism when it literally says "communism is failure" and then the literal gameplay itself rewards trying and failing. The most obvious one being the Shivers check at the FELD mural, which is an Impossible 20 check BUT opens itself up again and again the longer you spend in the world doing things, but even just looking at sheer probabilities, for any given white check, rolling first and THEN putting a point into that skill upon failure is more likely to grant you success than putting a point first and then rolling, but that would require failing first.

Other things too: Precarious world saying you'll 100% fail red checks no matter what (not necessarily a bad thing, btw!! throwing the boule into the sea is a success but like. in some other ways one would want a perfect petanque throw instead. but people wouldn't typically assume that failure is desirable sometimes from the start) persuading you to accept that you'll fail some things that is irrevocable, for a world where everything is just a tiny bit easier.

The faux game over screen when you faint after reading Dora's letter— emulating a sense of failure on the scale of the entire game. When it rolls up most people go "What?? Game over?? No way, what did I do wrong!!" and waking up after that, with no huge or lasting impact on Harry's health or morale really tells the player, "Sometimes things will seem so bad that it all seems like it's coming to an end, but it's not the end, it's really not the end, go drink so water, you can still go on despite this failure"

I'm sure there are other things as well that are eluding me but like. The literal gameplay rewards failing and succeeding far more so than simply succeeding every single time, and I think you get a fuller experience of Elysium that way too

"Hey, Kento," you began, approaching him, thoughtful, while the shower warmed up in the background. Kento hummed in response, turning the page of his book.

"Darling?" Kento inquired.

"Have you ever noticed how...I don't know...convenient and...I dont know, I suppose how coincidental some details of your life are?" Kento caught your eye now, one thin eyebrow arched uncertainly.

"...what do you--"

"I mean," you interrupted, "your 7:3 thing. It's...it's everywhere. You part your hair in 7:3. Your inherent technique is 7:3. Your surname means 'seven-three'. I mean, jesus, your birthday is even--"

"--July the...3rd." Kento looked a little ill, closing his book and feeling his world close in around him. You headed to the shower, calling back; "Just a crazy random happenstance, I'm sure!"

You came out, some time later, to an abandoned book on the bed and Kento stood at the balcony, with an enormous whiskey in his hand and staring, haunted, into the distance.

"...Kento?"

Kento turned, face twisted with existential crisis; "I don't-- I've never-- ...am I an anime character or something?"

Clone’s Best Friend

“Cute dog!” the girl says. “What breed is he?”

“Uh,” blinks Kon. "Are you asking what breed Superdog is?"

“Uh, duh?”

Well. She’ll have to forgive him his stunned expression, ‘cause he doesn’t usually run into other dog walkers on this path. This is, of course, because “path” is used in the loosest sense, the one that connotates direction and not tread ground, and the “walk” bit is entirely inapplicable, with all of them currently flying one thousand feet above sea level.

“Cujo’s a rescue,” she continues, swinging her feet in the sky, “so we don’t know for sure, but my sister thinks part husky, part shar pei. Half-and-half, like me!”

Cujo is also, apparently, half green and half glowing. He wiggles happily in a play-bow. It’s very cute, except for the way he’s the size of a small house.

Krypto’s tough, though. He barks and chases his new friend through cloud cover. Gamely, Cujo flees. They frolic in the chilly condensation, occasionally poking a head out before diving back in, like a fox in a snowdrift.

Neither of them see anything surprising about this. It’s all good fun. And, well. Krypto’s always been a good judge of character.

Kon turns back to the girl and gives her a megawatt smile.

“He’s Kryptonian. Like me. But he looks like a white lab!”

Feel obligated to post this.

u/KingJellyfish95: "my buddy always says 'youre the one who pulled me out of the void kicking and screaming, not the other way around.' which is solid."

u/jedielfninja: "no one asks to be born. And if they could, no one in their right mind would take the risk."

u/Lyraxiana (me): "I need to know who said that."

u/jedielfninja: "I did. The quotes are pure arrogance."

u/Lyraxiana: you call that arrogance. As a Veteran Tumblr user, that's what we call Legacyposting.

El Arte Es Como La Vida ,..Este Es Mi Libero De Mi Vida ,Ojala Que Le Gusta.Art Is Like Life , My Book Is About My Life , Hope You Like it.2020 .

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