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adhdvane · 1 year

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Okay but the new gbf event, literally going to cry. I stayed up to read it last night (er this morning at 3 am), bc I was excited about it being a sequel to Together In Song. I loved Together in Song, that event fucking crushed my hear (also shipping Elta with Caro). This new event was SO GOOD. I LOVE CANTATE. WHAT THE FCUK WHAT A BABY. HER PASSION AND ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND STRUGGLE AND LOVE. What a wonderful character. I really wanted to start crying when she was so happily and excitedly info dumping about violins and Selfira was genuinely interested and enjoying listening. I need to ship this so bad. Like, I usually don’t go to hard for ships that seem mostly wholesome, but god. You can’t tell me not to hc Cantate as autistic, like there is no way I won’t. I want Selfira to meet Cantate again and for them to make music together and fall in love and ;ojlhkgjhfdghjhjgfdsfgh

more under the cut because i take issue with some of the ending of the event and started ranting about it lol

The only issue I had with the story was the ending with the “see the price is important so your instruments will be bought by professionals who can play well and bring joy to listeners.” Like whoa, I’m sorry lol, hold the fuck up. Please tell me why conflating wealth with skill (and talent as much as I hate the word talent, bc it’s often used to overlook the hard work people have put in to honing their skill lol) is a good and accurate idea. Like people who are poorer are incapable of being extremely skilled in music, what the fck gbf? Like I get the issue of don’t price your skill so slow because you put so much work into your ability. Your skill’s have value and unfortunately in a capitalistic society money is required to survive. It is her profession. In a perfect world it could just be a hobby and I think there should be zero issue letting her give instruments away for as cheap as possible. Let her do what she wants. And it was important for her to learn that letting someone thank you with materials things is not a bad thing, and it can be insulting or hurtful to refuse their gift (and explaining that there’s a cultural barrier here too that’s causing the conflict, which was great). I feel for Caro about not being sure if pushing her in the direction to leave the island and sell her instruments will make her happy. It did selfish to think of it like but all that waisted talent. Like cool, but maybe just let her do want she wants? I guess the idea was supposed to be like, well she wants to give more people a voice and doing that and helping her reach her goal means spreading her work beyond the island. I guess there was some level of, she also really needs to price higher for the sake of not being taken advantage of??? But the story insisted she was really good judge of character??? So like I guess in the end I think the only reasonable reason that I think should of been why she should price her instruments higher is that leaving the island means leaving her apprenticeship, means needing money to support herself, and the prices she was trying to charge before did not accurately reflect the hours of labor she was putting into each instrument. Like the island mentions that price of material sometimes affects the cost but did not say anything about the time that is put into making an item. I think the first part of the argument that she should value her ability more was a better argument than, you need to make your instruments more expensive so random people who cannot play them to their full potential don’t buy them all. Because professionals only care about the monetary value of an instrument. And also only professionals should play her instruments that’s literally not what she wanted. Idk that last bit came off really elitist/classist. Like let her make beautiful instruments for anybody who wants them, like fucking boo-hoo people who aren’t professional are playing them which means its a waist of such a good quality instrument, like fuck off with that. Low supply and high demand meaning only wealthy people get nice things is fucking messed up, lets not pretend it’s a good thing. Especially when the person suppling wants to let anyone be able to play. It’s fine to put value on the experiencing of listening to music but trying to gatekeep people out of playing via price is still shitty, you know. I’d rather we didn’t frame that as a “good” thing. So yeah, I agree that she should consider pricing higher because she needs desperately needs to value her own work more (and just value a lot of herself more, sob). But I don’t agree we should just pretend it’s totally good thing that society believes that high quality = most expensive and that the people who can afford them are the people that deserve them the most. :\\\\\ It’s a complicated subject and I think gbf fumbled on the end in that respect but I give them props for the, please value your work, bc there are a lot of young artists who underprice themselves because they don’t think about the amount of time they put into a piece and the amount of time they spent honing their craft. (obv the real solution lies in paying people more, a reasonable fucking wage, so people can fucking afford shit. and not letting .01% hoard money and not put it back into the fucking economy because they underpay their workers and [froths at the mouth]. anyways... it’s more complicated then that but I’m not here to have the discussion, it’s just relevant to mention with the topic of this event.)

#sammy liveblogs about granblue #sammy be quiet #regardless i love cantate #and i very very very much enjoyed the story #like tbh i don't fully read all that many gbf events because i'm usually mostly interested in a few characters #and gbf has a massive cast #and i tell myself the event story will go in my journal and i can go back and read it later #but i loved the previous event so i went in planing to not skimming it #and was very glad i did #tbh i like selfira way more now i was super indifferent about her before bc i am 100% guilty of skimming her fates #and i completely skimmed her previous event and she didn't do a whole lot in together in song #like elta was little more focused on in that event and i already like him bc he was sweet baby and had watched his sr events #bc when i was baby player and for a while when i did run sr teams for the pendents i used both his wind sr and light sr so i cared about him #im glad selfira got to shine more in this event and i do want to go back and read her other event #bc god also when she started crying about feeling like she ruined her great grandmothers legacy uhg it hit me in the chest #im very interested in her now <333 #okayyyy i need to shut up now #im done i swear #OKAY ONE LAST THING #I JUST WANT TO SAY ITS NICE TO HAVE AN EVENT I ENJOYED THE STORY FOR AFTER DESTROYING MYSELF WITH GW #i needed some of my faith for why i love playing gbf so much after farming to the point of frying my brain #bc god do i really love some of the story in gbf (and i adore so many characters)#yes i'm a hopeless farming addict but i can burn out on that #and the reason i kept playing gbf was not just the gameplay loop but the story too #lol ''gameplay loop'' you mean farming hell]

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peachesofteal · 3 months

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This post contains resources for leaving a domestic violence situation (in the United States). If you have additional domestic violence resources from other countries/places in the world, please leave them in comments.

This is a content warning: beneath the cut is a conversation about Simple Math, domestic violence, and my boundaries.

Hi.

I want to preface this conversation by telling you how much I love you all. I'm so grateful to the little community that we've built here, and I really feel like we've created a space where we can talk to one another comfortably. I adore interacting with you all and I've been pleasantly surprised at Simple Math's reception. I knew writing a fic with a character who had survived domestic violence would open a certain kind of conversation, and I'm okay with that, to an extent.

That being said:

For my own peace, I ask that you refrain from sending me GRAPHIC messages about your experience with domestic violence. If you are a victim/survivor/witness/etc, and you want to open a conversation with me reference your experiences and/or trauma, I am absolutely okay with that as long as it's done in an appropriate way. A lot of us can relate to Bun, and I don't have an issue sharing enthusiasm for the story in relation to your life. I am not okay with DMs or anonymous messages detailing graphic descriptions of abuse. You don't know me, my personal life, or the things I've experienced, and sending a detailed play by play of your past or current experiences (without even a warning) is not okay. I understand that you need someone to talk to, or maybe even someone to ask for advice, but I cannot read the graphic nature of these messages, and I encourage you to turn towards someone who knows you personally so you can receive help. Leaving the details of a current or ongoing domestic violence situation in my inbox, with no way for me to report what is happening or ability to get you any kind of help or resources, cannot happen. Domestic violence is a crime. In the case of physical abuse, it is a violent crime. Please do not detail violent crime to me in my inbox.

I consider myself to be a kind person. I try to help my community in real life and here as much as I can. I strive to make this a space where you feel comfortable and welcomed. I enjoy the way we interact and talk about these stories. It pains me to have to write something out like this, but I really don't know what else to do. It's very upsetting to read a message from someone who possibly is being harmed, and then feeling like I'm screaming into a fucking void because it's an anonymous message and I cannot help.

I've included some resources below if you're in the US and need somewhere to start in regard to getting out of a domestic violence situation.

US resources: Phone: 800-799-7233 Text: Text START to 88788

Create a safety plan. It’s important to plan how to stay safe while still living with an abusive partner and how you can safely leave the home or relationship. Record evidence of any abuse you experienced. This could include pictures of injuries you received or threatening messages. If possible, keep a journal of violent incidents, noting dates, events, and any threats made. Store your journal in a safe place. Establish where you can go to get help. If you’re comfortable doing so, tell someone trusted about what’s happening. They can help you with safety planning or finding resources that support survivors. Plan with your children and identify a safe place where they can go during moments of crisis, like a room with a lock or a friend’s house. Reassure them that their job is to stay safe, not to protect you. When preparing to go to a shelter, if you can, call ahead to see what the shelter’s policies are. They can give you information on how they can help and how to secure a space when it’s time to leave. Our advocates can also provide you with local resources. Try to set money aside or ask trusted friends or family members to hold money for you somewhere an abusive partner can’t reach it. Financial abuse is very common and creates many issues for someone preparing to leave. If relevant and feasible, pursue job skills or educational qualifications that expand your opportunities for independence. Talk with an advocate at The Hotline. Our advocates are highly trained in all aspects of domestic violence. They can help you create a safety plan, give information on preparing to leave, and can connect you to local domestic violence resources for further support. Create a safety plan. It’s important to plan how to stay safe while still living with an abusive partner and how you can safely leave the home or relationship. Record evidence of any abuse you experienced. This could include pictures of injuries you received or threatening messages. If possible, keep a journal of violent incidents, noting dates, events, and any threats made. Store your journal in a safe place. Establish where you can go to get help. If you’re comfortable doing so, tell someone trusted about what’s happening. They can help you with safety planning or finding resources that support survivors. Plan with your children and identify a safe place where they can go during moments of crisis, like a room with a lock or a friend’s house. Reassure them that their job is to stay safe, not to protect you. When preparing to go to a shelter, if you can, call ahead to see what the shelter’s policies are. They can give you information on how they can help and how to secure a space when it’s time to leave. Our advocates can also provide you with local resources. Try to set money aside or ask trusted friends or family members to hold money for you somewhere an abusive partner can’t reach it. Financial abuse is very common and creates many issues for someone preparing to leave. If relevant and feasible, pursue job skills or educational qualifications that expand your opportunities for independence. Talk with an advocate at The Hotline. Our advocates are highly trained in all aspects of domestic violence. They can help you create a safety plan, give information on preparing to leave, and can connect you to local domestic violence resources for further support.

You are loved, even if it doesn't feel like it. You have the ability to do things you never could have dreamed of, and that includes getting out.

#tw domestic violence #simple math #tw stalking #tw abuse #I will stop writing Simple Math if my boundaries are not respected

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seat-safety-switch · 4 months

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When the fires finally got put out, the reporters were there. This was odd to me at the time, as I was convinced in this timeline that "reporters" were obsolete. These folks, such as they were, were in fact contractors, eking out their precarious pseudo-employment by selling tasty nuggets of news to the omnipresent media sentiences that decided which of them we got to see on TV. Er, the other thing, not TV.

Better people than myself have complained about the decline of journalism, especially local, human-interest stories like the one I was now at the epicentre of. What's important here is that the story was so exciting, so salacious, so profitable, that I was swarmed like toddlers playing soccer. A million questions were shouted at me. Near-infrared beams scanned the contours of my skull to see if I was perhaps some kind of wanted criminal or previous-generation internet celebrity. One of the firefighters even stopped, mid-dousing, to see what all the hubbub was about.

Here now is the story I couldn't give them then. It was Lobsterfest at Red Lobster. For those of you unaware of the tradition, it is a period of time in which Red Lobster gets a little cooped-up and starts making crazy, experimental dishes for cheap.

Where this becomes a must-visit event for me is that Red Lobster corporate is historically very bad at pricing, especially when a short-term promotion is being forced on untrained management. Someone with a devious enough mind and absolutely no shame about arguing the minutiae of the menu can easily combine the cost of two meals into enough lobster to fill a bathtub.

I have many great memories of Lobsterfests past, which lured the entire Safety-Switch clan out of their various hibernations in an attempt to do what we did best: exploit legal loopholes in restaurant promotions. When I was 14, my uncle got shanked by a waitress at the former place off Halton when he asked for a sixth refill on his "bottomless" shrimp cocktail. He still ate another full one before collapsing at the table from blood loss. My dad covered the bill, half out of shock and half out of awe.

Well, Uncle Disconnect was going to be really proud of me this year. It's just as well, because I didn't have time to buy him a Christmas present while he was in jail and all (his attorney stresses I must tell you it was for an unrelated matter.)

Still, "driving a line manager insane enough with special requests for substitutions that he tries to burn his own kitchen down with a homemade Molotov Sizzler®" is the gift that keeps on giving all year.

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gaslysainz · 8 months

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Lost (PG10) pt.3

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So it's finally here! Tbe 3rd part of my fanfic.I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry - 3

Pain is something that can be forgotten if that one person that you love gives you a smile. Butterflies, jitters, rainbows! Yea, that's my heart right now. I can melt right away. Right in front of him. Pierre Gasly has a beautiful smile!

Those sparkling eyes when he smiles has the power to light up my whole world. But why did he smile at me today?

Let me tell you what exactly happened.

I woke up a little late today because of all the crying I did yesterday. I went into the washroom to take a shower and freshen up and when I saw myself in the mirror I was scared of myself! Like seriously I look like a fucking zombie! Tear stains and melted mascara stains all over my face. But what's worse are my eyes. They were blood red and super swollen. No makeup, no face wash could cover that shit up. But I couldn't let Pierre see me like that. So the only thing that I could think of was wearing sunglasses. BIG BLACK SUNGLASSES! That too inside the house cause I wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside unless it was one of his races or events, where we'd have to pretend to be a super happy and In love kind of a couple. Life Sucks for me. Anyways I changed and was going to go down when I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Other than me no one usually goes inside the kitchen , so who might it be?

A little bit curious and also frightened I went inside the kitchen only to find my ever charming husband sporting the brightest radiant smile I've ever seen. My Husband Pierre Gasly! Standing right there with black shorts and a tight fitting black tshirt. His muscles stretching and struggling from it. The tshirt seems to be too tight but he still looks like a prince.

To be very honest it was a bit weird for me. Okay chuck it! It was very weird for me but I just played it cool by returning a very awkward smile to him.

" Good morning and thanks Y/n" Woah! That was the first time he actually wished me good morning. I seriously felt like I was on cloud 9 but I don't really keep high hopes in life anymore since I have lost a lot of things in this journey.

"Good morning to you too , but why thank you?"

"Oh! Yes, actually thank you for yesterday. You prepared the soup and the medicine for Julia" those words made me want to stab myself . After a whole night of torture and tears he finally finally smiled at me for the first time and that too the reason was Julia. That bitch of a step sister. Who is stealing my husband day by day from me. But who cares if the person who's supposed to actually care does not care about me.

I sometimes think if he ever thinks about me? About my happiness or, I'm just a mere housemate for him? Actually what's funny is that even the housemates are treated better than I am . Also I'm a bit disappointed. Why did he not ask me why was I wearing those hideous sunglasses? Why was I late to wake up this morning? But no, no questions of such were asked by him.

But you know what? I'm not complaining cause this was the first time he actually smiled at me properly.

That's all I've ever wanted. A little bit of genuine recognition from him. Not because of the camera's, not because of the families. Not pretentious.

And so I , Mrs.Y/n Gasly is again LOST!

LOST in His Radiant Smile!

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

@peachiicherries @crimeshowjunkie @oblomovissad @torossosebs @janeholt3

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hold-my-dr-pepper · 2 months

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ok ok ok. incoming tw for sui ide mentions and correlating depression mentions, but i feel like this needs to be said

those posts that say "this is your sign to stay alive !!! you are loved !!!" are all good and well meaning, but as a fellow sufferer of the Big Sad, at least for me, these are quite unhelpful. they dont know you. they dont interact with you. its like filming buying a homeless person a $1 mcdonalds coffee.

so im gonna share some tips and general thoughts that have helped me.

when you want to hurt yourself:

-get a rubber band/hair tie, wear it around your wrist, and snap it. my psychiatrist actually recommended i do this. it stings a bit, but ultimately, it's better than taking a knife to your arm.

-draw with a red marker on the body area you want to hurt. stitches are my go-to, but it can be literally anything. try not to use the super thin tipped markers if you can help it because you could start digging them into your skin, and thats counterproductive.

if anyone else has tips for this specific section, feel free to chime in.

when you're having serious thoughts about killing yourself:

-write. journal, story, ramble. just write. write your thoughts and feelings in a notebook. project your feelings onto a fictional character (try not to get too attached to the character you're killing). depending on what you write, it can also be distracting and help get your mind off the Thoughts (comedy, romance, the like).

-text/call/talk to someone. doesn't have to be a professional at first. doesn't have to be about suicide either. text a friend, try to talk about other topics (jokes, fandoms, music, literally anything). if they notice something's off/if you want to tell them outright, TELL. THEM. more likely than not, they want to help you help yourself and will tell an adult, or even call a hotline, for you.

-tell your parents. im sure i'll get backlash for this, but no matter the situation, most parents genuinely do not want their child dead. they will help you. if they dont, burn them to the ground go back to the previous point, and try talking to a friend instead.

-keep the lights on. being such a raccoon myself, i enjoy sitting in the dark. it can be comfortable. but it can also be dangerous. i dont know if there's some science behind it, but for me, turning on my bedroom lights and/or opening the window blind has at least distracted me from the more serious Thoughts.

these are all the coping mechanisms i can think of off the top of my head. i might edit this later if i think of more. this is a heavier topic than what i usually talk about, but what with recent personal events and other things, i generally wanted to get this off my chest.

additions to the lists are appreciated, but i judt wanted to try and help other people yk

make sure you know your hotline numbers and hospital locations, and stay safe. 🫶🏻

#tw sui ide #depression tw #rant/vent #lord this took me forever to type i kept making typos it was so ANNOYING #idk how to like end this post so uh #drop kicks this post into the void

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mycatsaidwhat · 1 year

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things i’ve heard english majors say pt. 17

-not capitalizing I’s in poetry was a moment in tumblr history but that moment is gone and we don’t have to do that anymore

-have you ever killed off a main character in any of your stories?

Like physically?

-I’m almost done with this stupid discussion post and then I’m gonna go for a stupid walk before I make any more stupid decisions about my stupid life

-I read over 55 poems for the lit mag and I read 46 pages of an 18th century diary for my American revolution class and yet the most productive thing I’ve done today is adding “Scarborough” to my list of name for future pets

-what’s my specialty? Prose-poetry nonfiction vignettes about the generation z experience

What the fuck?

-go to class, just don’t run into a guy who you ask to be the father of your children on the way there

-we’re running on poet time, so the event is gonna go late for sure

-killing off a main character is so original that it’s unoriginal. Living people can make you cry too, John Green and Suzzanne Collins and me

-I’m all concept, no practicality

-someone pry the word slay from my cold dead hands

-I don’t know why I like poems that are, like, gross

-not to be a prude but I would have liked the poem more if it was in a more traditional format

-most shitty poetry of this era can be traced back to the grip that milk and honey had on us for a good year there

-this piece looks like it was mauled by a thesaurus

-don’t look at me using slash marks in a poem it’s a stylist choice and it isn’t cliche yet

-I can hardly keep living at all, in any condition

-I’ve been at college for two and a half years, I know how to bullshit for 10 pages

-I changed what I was going to read six or seven times since we started this open mic–

*deafening* MOOD

-ugh, is it really necessary to submit portfolios for job positions with literary magazines?

Everyone: YES

-yeah, Buzzfeed used to be into deep long-form journalism. And now it’s not.

-hey, there’s no mirrors in your apartment

Well duh

-honey, I’m an English major with minors in political science and American studies, critiquing the American Dream is what I do

-English majors love to read right that’s what we all say even though we don’t

-I should really go get a green-colored juice so I eat a vegetable

-the idea of a very hungry spider patrolling our house is terrifying but also like. Kind of on brand for us

-I titled my creative nonfiction collection “The Hauntings and Homelands of One-Cent Treasures” and I need you to be proud of me that I came up with a title at all

That’s literally so sexy

-if you tell the teacher that it’s my turn to talk, I will kill myself in front of you

Don’t do that, then I’d have to write a poem about you

You’re welcome

-don’t you get free tuition if your roommate kills themselves?

Is that written down somewhere?

-are we all just unstable then?

We’re creative writing majors, there’s some sort of preamble there to not be okay

-an undergrad never asks for permission. We walk into rooms and say we should be here

#college #college student #still tagging this as shit i've heard high schoolers say #college life #college humor #college memes #college problems #school memes #school humor #student humor #student life #studyblr #gen z humor #gen z problems #gen z life #writer problems #writing #writing prompt #english majors

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ome-magical-ramblings · 9 months

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Scrying Air elemental kingdom and Journaling importance.

Per the instruction of my ancestral guides I got told to focus on my elemental foundation lately, so I decided to scry the elemental realms that I maybe able to learn practically within the realms.

I think people don't want the initial story of why I am working with elemental cards or tattva/tattwas but let's say that I was guided to it and now I need to work on my elemental foundation. I sat down with my partner and after praying to my guides, St Cyprian, Jesus Christ, and praying to Sandalphon AND Raphael for protection in our trip we got to scrying. At first we started with looking at the card above that I and my partner made together, the image slowly became "in my head" and I was able to see the after-image of it and we started by going inside of the card like a portal trying to get a grip on the disorienting entrance. Usually people don't exactly tell you how it look like and don't want to tell you how elemental realms look like and I can't exactly put it to word how it look like except it is this cloudy and air kingdom full of ethereal clouds and buildings made out of "air" and there's nothing too static about it, even the guide I called in the authority of YHVH looked a bit like rushing winds without specific form except particle of "air" moving around in one area. Again different people, different perception of it, try to engage all your senses in these scrying sessions to really feel them. Anyway! I followed the guide to learn what's suitable for me and I was presented with a symbol of Air and this symbol is EVERYWHERE and I wasn't told anything else except putting my hand on it, once I did put my hand on the symbol I felt inclined to start praying, and praying I did on the spot for myself, my partner, for my guides, and for the elementals of the kingdom, maybe what we can learn from these realms isn't always "taking" but also giving to them. Giving incense, or prayer like thanksgiving, it's good because you don't need to look at them from an ivory tower. After that due to some circumstances I couldn't continue, wrapped up the scrying session with my partner and discussed what we saw and verified some stuff.

Where's the journaling in this case? in September 2022 I remember @tarotandnonsense mentioned to me that I saw the tattwas in a vision caused by Aratron the olympic spirit of Saturn. It seems like that this is related to this working, going back full circle to it I realized that maybe the planetary archangels and olympic spirits are telling me to work on my elemental foundation/work more. SO YEAH! keep a journal! it's useful when these events/data points arise everywhere in your life and connect together!

#magic #ritual magic #witchblr #occult #invocation #folk magic #spirits #occultism #scrying #tattvas #elemental #witchcraft #ceremonial magic #golden dawn

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eregyrn-falls · 2 years

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Earlier I read a post (reblogged by @scribefindegil) that was about how people criticize stories that feature children having to fight the Big Evil themselves, and often these are criticisms of “child soldiers” and “where are the parents”, etc. I admit, I’ve had that criticism of some works, myself; and the post is making the point that the people most likely to criticize those aspects of that kind of story aren’t the actual target audience. Which I get!

I’m mentioning that and linking to the post because I did not want to append this in a reblog of it, since this is not meant to be a refutation of the point, or anything. It’s just that reading that reminded me of a thing that I Really Like About Gravity Falls, and it seemed like a good jumping off point for summarizing those thoughts. (In this, a week where we’re celebrating GF leading up to the 10th anniversary.)

You all will recognize the sequence above, of course!

I came to Gravity Falls as an adult; and, while I love Dipper and Mabel, and love watching their adventures and their growth, they weren’t my point of identification with the series. (I’m putting that as an “and” and not a “so” or “therefore”, because I think it’s perfectly valid for adults who watched and loved the series to identify with Dipper and Mabel! I’m just saying this from my own perspective.)

Gravity Falls, obviously, is a balancing act (in the first season especially) with allowing the kids to have all kinds of adventures, some of which are Very Hairy, while keeping the main “parental” / adult authority figure (Stan) sidelined from those events for various reasons. And the thing is, that worked for me. While you are watching Season 1, I think, the impression you get is that Stan might be oblivious to some of the supernatural stuff Dipper and Mabel are dealing with; and at least, that’s what the kids believe. (Of course we know Stan has his own deal going on and we don’t know what that is; and I know people watching S1 really question whether Stan is as oblivious as he sometimes seems.)

That works better for me than “the adults all know about the Big Evil (or the Big Problem or what have you), but they feel they cannot do anything about it and so they will not do anything about it”.

In Stan’s case, of course, we finally get an explanation for his whole deal, and THEN the show addresses his absence from some of the supernatural problems. He hangs a lantern on it by saying that he thought pretending he didn’t know would keep the kids from finding out, and keep them safe. (Who knows if that really would have worked, had Dipper not found Journal 3? I mean, probably not. But Stan did not know that Dipper had a source telling him all about a bunch of the supernatural stuff, in his hands.)

Anyway -- what we see during Season 1 is that Dipper and Mabel are very capable of dealing with things themselves. They’re brave and resourceful. They’re not stepping up because the adults won’t, or can’t. In fact, despite Dipper’s protests, they spend S1 hiding most of their adventures from Stan. (Or certainly not bringing him into their confidence; until the very end.)

But what I love is that even though Dipper and Mabel are very brave and resourceful, when push comes to shove (and when circumstances align), an adult steps up, and helps them with problems they can’t (and probably shouldn’t be) handle on their own. (See Stan’s entrance in “Scary-oke”, above.)

This is echoed of course at the end of the series. Once again, we get Dipper and Mabel asserting their bravery and confidence in the idea that they can deal with Bill. And indeed, they’d just been demonstrating in a bunch of ways that they CAN fight Bill and leave a mark on him. But I was just so, so grateful that when they said, “Save yourselves! Run! We’ll take care of Bill!” Stan and Ford immediately protest this.

The adults aren’t going to leave the Big Evil to the kids to defeat, because the adults are too afraid, or too pessimistic, or whatever. The adults WANT to intervene, and they are prevented from doing so.

Again, that works for me, because it allows the kids to take action, and contribute, without the narrative having them do so because there’s no other way, or no other choice.

And in the end, of course, it comes back to the adults stepping up -- to deal with the problem that originated with them, a problem that is indeed too big for the kids to defeat.

And yet, the narrative comes back and allows the kids one more huge moment of agency and triumph, where their optimism and actions ARE responsible for completing the narrative’s happy ending.

I’m not saying that every narrative has to be like this! I just wanted to ramble a bit about something I really like about Gravity Falls and the way it handles the empowerment of its kid protagonists, alongside involving adults who do take responsibility and step in to help or to accomplish things that, really, the kids shouldn’t be left alone to deal with.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #bill cipher #meta #long post

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @ppeonppeonhan @wen-kexing-apologist and @troubled-mind a while ago and finally found the peace in mind to answer these quetions. The holidays are always a stressful time and it feels like I don't have any time for myself to do things... I heard it gets worse the older you get and now I am afraid the next years are going to be over in a blink of an eye 😅 There are so many things I want to do! Anyway, thank you for the tag! 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My parents liked the name and that is the whole story 😊

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago I watched Howl's Moving Castle and was crying like a baby. I love this movie and what it does to me!

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't want to have kids. I like them, I love my niece and nephew, but I don't want my own.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have played softball (Pitcher and Third Base) until I moved and didn't like the local team. So I stopped. I did a little bit Krav Maga, but stopped after my friend stopped too. Yeah, I don't like doing such things on my own.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. Often and with pleasure.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends? Like appereance wise I guess a facial thing that stands out for me and as soon as I talk to them I listen to their tone and how they talk to me and others.

7. What’s your eye color?

Bluish with a hint of grey and yellow.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was The Grudge 2 and that fucked with my brain. After the Exorcist I couldn't sleep in peace for a long time. So no horror for me. I do love Vampires and Witches and don't mind those scary movies and Sc-Fi is totally fine with me too - I love the Alien movies, could watch them over and over again (Part 2 is my favorite), but I hate movies like Event Horizon... So I go with happy endings. I love happy endings, but I have watched enough queer movies to appreciate a good sad ending in the right setting. Not every fucking story needs a sad ending, movie industry! There are happy queer stories! Tell them please! One reason why I love bl so much 😊

9. Any talents?

I try to be more self-confident, so: I have many different talents. I have a talent for seeing the beauty in a bad situation. I can comfort my friends and family and give them good advices and make people laugh. I have a talent to learn. I do have different talents and I am proud of them and I would love others to see themselfes with more patience and love and kindness to own their talents, to be proud of them, even though they think, this is lame or nothing special.

10. Where were you born?

Germany. This should be enough information.

11. What are your hobbies

Whatching beautiful series and talk about them or photoshop the shit out of my favorite scenes. And I do have a life besides all that (even if I don't know how I manage to have social contacts with this many shows to watch 😅). But I do Journaling (Bullet Journal and Junk Journal) and I play some "The Dark Eye" and other pen & paper roll-playing games with my friends.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I always wanted a cat, but I just realised this isn't a good idea. I love to travel and I don't want my pet to be stressed because there are other people coming to their home to feed them and don't play with them and so on. And I work fulltime and won't have that much time for the pet. I do take care of the pets from friends, but most of the times I just move to their homes for the period and spend the days and nights with their beloved pets so they don't feel lonely. It is like a little vacation for me too 😅

13. How tall are you?

I am a tall girl.

14. Favorite subject in school?

German, sports, philosophy and arts.

15. Dream job?

I had so many over the years. But right now I dream of having my own little queer book store with one or two cats and coffee, tea and hot chocolate for the customers and on weekends I would sell selfmade cookies or cake. That would be so lovely.

I don't know who of you already done this one. I am still tagging you and if you have, please just tag me in a comment so I can read a little bit about you 🥰 And as always: If you don't want to play along, just ignore me 🤍 @pose4photoml @leonpob @nieves-de-sugui @bl-bam-beyond @maxescheibechlinichacheli

#tag game #personal #about me #15 questions #thank you for the tags! 🧡

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My spread of one of my top 3 favorite written works made -- Congruent (and Isometry) by @sincosma! This is the only fanfic I have journaled and wow this fic is truly incredible. It's always amazing finding a piece of fiction that just connects with you completely, and I'm so glad I found it by chance (or was it fate?) from a beautiful piece of artwork by Art Nevoa.

Thank you to sincosma for writing such a beautiful story and it just makes me much more excited to be in the Sheik zine! And spoilers for anyone who hasn't read Congruent!!

Writing typed below! (plus an extra blurb on the review and some other fanart links)

This review is structured more for myself detailing what made me love the fic throughout the story, which is different than a review I'd post on AO3 as this is for me to recall what I was thinking at the time of reading the fic. It was only around this time that I considered posting my spreads online so this was mostly a personal review! If I spent more time on it I would have worded some things differently but alas, it is in permanent ink.

Here's two other pieces of art that I absolutely love here and here (although this one is a spoiler).

By: Sincosma 9.7/10 - Febr. 2023

What a beautiful and devastating story. This fanfic perfectly captured my thoughts and feelings about post canon OOT Link and Sheik. Congruent perfectly depicts both Link and Sheik suffering from PTSD while also trying to understand their feelings for each other. It was definitely odd at first to have Sheik be a separate character from Zelda, but the author handled him with such tender care that I completely understand her disappointment when they were revealed to be the same person. Sheikah lore is expanded on so well and in a way that perfectly fits the OOT depiction of Sheikah. Not to mention keeping and emphasizing Sheik's darker skin tone. I would honestly love to learn more about the Sheikah from the OOT era especially because they are completely different in BOTW. There were also some details (minor) that were different but were only mentioned once and didn't bug me much. For example the small comment about Link being tall, when in fact he is a short king. This fic also stressed me the hell out. The author really put Link and Sheik through it but also perfectly encapsulated the anxiety these events would give them. The Nether added a whole new level of horror I was not expecting. The void walker scenes especially were so bone chilling and anxiety inducing. I would actually be surprised if Link DIDN'T change from his experiences there. After the Nether was the development of a delicious slow burn consisting of Link constantly trying to suppress his very gay thoughts of his best friend. One of my favorite moments is when Link thinks "I don't understand why Sheik wouldn't want to be with Malon." Like huh Link I could ask you the same exact question LMAO. Not to mention the desert scenes where Link and Sheik started opening up to each other more and more omfg. My absolute favorite scenes all happened in the lost Sheikah city. Incredible mental environmental imagery, amazing plot points, and the beginning of congruence and healing. Man I wish we had more about the Sheikah than just Kakariko UGH this fic is so good with Sheikah lore. The revival of Kalyh was perfect not only to add tension to Link's budding feelings, but to also add tension to the plot and rising threat. The threat of Fourskys was really interesting. I like how Termina was always in Link's fate. I also like how Fourskys community is just filled with refugees from Hyrule, it emphasizes how corrupt Hyrule is while also showing even your own community can fall into corruption. Ugh this fic just felt so true to oCarina of Time I really have to tell myself it isn't canon. Even when Link and Sheik got together it was still tragic as they didn't know if they were going to die, or worse, during the fight. I love that the end concluded with Sheik losing his arm and magic as it shows just how cruel fate and prophecies can be, but also his willingness to give up anything just to be with Link. And that leads into Isometry, the perfect bittersweet conclusion. Link and Sheik still struggle with PTSD, but they have each other and were able to leave Hyrule. Nothing is perfect but they get to live humble and secluded lives, married. UGH I could go on forever but this is such an all time favorite piece of writing. I am so happy to have stumbled across it and hopefully I van do more with it in the future.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #tloz #legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #zelda journal #oot #congruent #fanfiction #ao3

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What help would you recommend for someone trying to survive ongoing trauma? I’m going through emotional abuse from my father and there is no way I can change the situation. I’m trying to mentally get better but every time I try it all gets knocked down again. What do you recommend to go hermit mode but in a healthy way? If that makes any sense. Thank you so much for your time I love your blog ❤️

Hey :)

I am very sorry you have to go through such a painful experience. This is something I am still going through in my life as well and I may not be the best at giving advices cause I'm still figuring things out myself. Emotional abuse can happen in different ways, and since I don't know what is really going on for you and I don't know you (and I am not a professional figure of any type), I... don't know exactly what to suggest you that can really be of help to you.

In my case, I personally tried to realize that I had no fault in what was/is going on and tried to imagine why he was acting like that with me (his own personal story speaks of immense lack of patience, perfectionism, a huge loss and possible emotional abuses as well, which never helped him deal with his own emotions the correct way -his mother wasn't able to deal with that either- but simply pour them out whenever he's overwhelmed through some repressed anger -which shows up in different ways-). I'm not saying I forgive him, but understanding his "hidden reasons" behind his behaviour, made me at least recognize and understand his triggers and kinda foresee (most of) his reactions, so that when they happen I feel a bit more ready/in control and remind myself it isn't directly on me even when he's having it against me and telling me bad words (mostly cause in the heat of the moment). With time, I realized it helped me to get away from him when he wasn't talking with me but overreacting for other things, or (if I couldn't physically move away) simply try to disconnect and then come back to myself once the "danger" was over. I also tried to distract myself by doing things that helped me relax any time I could, even right after an event like that (from a walk outside under the sun, to watching kitties' vids or drawing and writing -journaling in particular has helped me-, for example). I have always been a pretty sensitive child so I had a tough time bearing with shouting and anger when I was a toddler, and trying to take care of that child-side of me by showing I can afford things on my own now, that I can get away or simply not accept/reject that abuse (even just in my mind, without having to reply to him and make him notice, but explaining myself what's happening and distancing myself from it) and stand up for myself (since it's not on me but it's his own problems speaking), has made it better. Basically I learnt to try staying more in control of the only thing I could control: my own reaction about his abuse. And what I made it mean about me: objectively nothing much anymore (once I used to *unconsciously* make it mean I wasn't good enough, I was a bad child, I was unworthy, I really was that terrible person he told me I am... but I have never been so, I was just a child and a teen and... a common flawed person as he is too, nothing that would support/validate such an overreaction). I tried to learn how to be my own safe place while outside there's a storm. To shield my younger self in any way I could/can.

But again, I don't know exactly about your abuse, so really... I hope you don't mind if this doesn't resonate. I think out of all the abuses, emotional abuse and neglect are very very though to confront and each of us deals with them in their own personal way. Not sure what you mean by "healthy hermit mode", maybe not dealing with him? Or maybe what I use/d to do as well, by distancing yourself... I hope it's that.

If you can, please refer to a professional figure that can guide you through in a better way or at least give you hints on how to work on yourself more accurately than me. All the best, take care as you can (and remember, any copying mechanism that you think and find out works for you atm, is valid. You'll get out of that anyway, try to stay strong).<3

#asks #tw emotional abuse #tw family trauma #i also wanna say that my father isnt just this #and im being objective #hes not just his trauma as anyone of us is not just their own trauma #he just hasnt learnt to recognize and deal with his own triggers and issues #we can be good-hearted people and still have triggers that make us bad in specific situations/moments #we have our own demons and everything comes down to how we deal with them when/if we learn to see them

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Before the Glitch: “Stylized Repetition” and Gender Performance in the Online Mainstream

By: Andromeda 🌊🪨

In the introduction to her book Glitch Feminism: A Manifesto, Legacy Russell writes, “Online, I sought to become a fugitive from the mainstream, unwilling to accept its limited definition of bodies like my own.” The “real world,” or the world “AFK” (Away From Keyboard) involves an immediate and fixed form of visibility, and thus pressure to conformity that the digital one doesn’t necessarily demand. However, as Russell writes, the “artifice of a simple digital Shangri-La” has been “punctured”– escaping the mainstream isn’t as simple as logging on. As all worlds do, the digital world is dominated by a “mainstream”, one rife with the “incessant white heteronormative observation” that Russell describes in her “AFK” to be fraught with. So what exactly does this digital mainstream look like? How do we “construct and perform” our “gendered self,” as Russell puts it, in the language of social media?

As a university student, meeting people typically demands 3 obligatory pieces of information: name (to be immediately forgotten), major (to be vaguely commented on), and Instagram account (to follow, and thus cement your new acquaintanceship. Also, to remind you of the name you just forgot). Despite what self-proclaimed “free spirits” and “casual-Instagrammers” will tell you, your Instagram is not just a photo-album for you to look back on, or a journal in which to document the events of your life. That’s what photo-albums and journals are for, people! It’s an image of yourself designed for presentation, the digital face you present to old friends and new acquaintances alike: it’s your own curation of exactly how you want to be perceived, neatly packaged in rows of three. On Instagram, “performing [one’s] gendered self” under “incessant white heteronormative observation” is the name of the game. Personally, I would even venture to say that any online presence is an inherently exhibitionistic one. If you disagree with me on that one, fine. Go write about it on your tumblr.

What you can’t argue is that using Instagram, arguably the most popular social media platform today, is an exercise that begs for observation, for engagement, for the imposition of opinions and identifiers. In Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, Roland Barthes (one of the only tolerable men that France has ever produced) writes, “every photograph is a certificate of presence.” Let’s for the moment table (read: ignore) the complications of technological tampering on the semiotic-ontological-whatever relationships between photo and subject raised by the likes of Stephen Prince and Lev Manovich (as neither of us have the time for that), and take what Barthes says at face value.

If a photo is a certificate of presence, we can consider Instagram to be a glass case of certificates of your choosing still and pristine as they tell the story of digital you, spectated you, ossified you. And here’s the kicker: you’re not only on display in the case, but you’re on display as the person who curated it. If you’re a pretentious asshole like myself, you can think of these curatorial choices as the metalanguage of your Instagram (I warned you!). What, with whom, and how often you post all exist in the context of your choice to post at all, and the fact that every post has an agenda (regardless of what that agenda might be). Each post is a stylistic choice, a piece added to the puzzle of one’s digital identity.

In Performative Acts and Gender Constitution, Judith Butler (who happens to be the celebrity hall-pass of a friend of mine) describes gender identity as, "an identity instituted through a stylized repetition of acts. Further, gender is instituted through the stylization of the body and, hence, must be understood as the mundane way in which bodily gestures, movements, and enactments of various kinds constitute the illusion of an abiding gendered self."

I feel that this passage (along with facilitating my understanding of the hall-pass thing–I can think of bodily movements of various kinds that I’d like to repeat in a stylized manner with Judith) is easily translated to the idea of gender performance online. What are posts, if not stylized acts? Lighting, pose, caption–every element is designed to, quite literally, cultivate an image. The sharing of posts, how they accumulate and interact, are acts of stylized repetition that, whether we know it or not, construct our digital identities.

As an example, take a look at this TikTok, which outlines a “recipe for a perfect photo dump.” A photo dump is a group of photos collected in one carousel Instagram post, typically designed to look effortless. But the detailed instructions in this post (including one “effortless photo”, an “outfit pic”, and a “personality pic” amongst others) exemplify a guideline for the exact kind of “stylization of the body” (albeit a digital one) that Butler describes, meticulously designed to communicate an identity. Even the arrangement of our Barthesian certificates of presence (the TikToker has graciously numbered each picture, so they may be ordered “perfectly”), is paramount in constructing our digital selves.

“The glitch,” Russell writes, “acknowledges that gendered bodies are far from absolute but rather an imaginary, manufactured, and commodified for capital.” What an unbearably fierce and pithy way to phrase how the body exists in the digital mainstream! From clean-girl to rat girl to coquette girl to messy girl (this one strikes me as particularly ironic–who knew there were so many rules to being messy?), it never fucking stops! These inflexible hole-in-the-wall shapes that we contort ourselves into through our online behaviour generate the same kind of frustration in me that led me to memorize the cool girl monologue in high-school. These trends and their proponents demand of us, as Russell writes, “a gender performance that fits within a binary in order to comply with the prescriptions of the everyday.” Unspoken rules and categories like these are just as, if not more, stifling than those in the mainstream that exists AFK.

Russell’s manifesto calls to mind one of my favourite winners of RuPaul’s Drag Race, Sasha Velour, and her verse in ‘Category Is…’, the song performed by the season’s final four competitors. There are a few lines in there that I think Russell might enjoy:

Wear a crown

Fuck with gender

Bend the rules

Don’t surrender

Sounds about right to me! The next time you see a clean-girl TikToker’s hair tutorial or diet plan or morning routine, just take three deep breaths, and think of Sasha. And you think hard enough, who knows? Maybe the force of your psychic energy will crack her forty-dollar gua sha.

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writers4life · 10 months

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Advice For New Writers

Writing is the long game. I've been passionate about writing for around ten years and I'm still a beginner, but I have some useful tips I've picked up that ACTUALLY help you write. So in no particular order...

1. Stop thinking your writing is fragile.

You might have the best idea of your life and jump in full steam ahead, when suddenly you see someone online criticising a genre, or your friend says "sci fi isn't my thing" or you decide that no one will like your book, that it's too tropey, or something like that, so you completely ditch the idea and move on to something new. This isn't going to help you write! You can never write something that everyone likes, so focus on writing something that you want to write for whatever your reasons are. There are some people who like romance, some people like historical fiction, etc. You can't listen to everyone. If you decide you don't like something about your story, CHANGE IT. You're the author, you get to make decision, and change and edit things, and that's fine. Just keep working on it.

2. Write from life doesn't mean write your autobiography.

Most writers will have had people tell them "write what you know," or "draw from your own experiences," and this can be really annoying. When you want to write an epic high fantasy and your relative tells you to "write what you know" it's not very encouraging. But I have a different take on the advice. Rather than writing a play-by-play of your real life, or writing about something mundane that happened to you, take the metaphorical and abstract instead of the literal. If writing about your real life isn't working, instead write a fictional version of something. Example: instead of writing about the event you went to where you hung out with one person because neither of you liked it, write about a character finding friendship when another character is also struggling during a fantasy apocalypse. Change the setting to fit your novel, then take the bones of the thought, the feelings or the interactions, and put it in your story. This will help you make it more real and human, or elf if that's your jam.

3. Keep a journal.

Planning your novel with a word doc dedicated to it and specific plot points can often be stressful because of the pressure to get it right. So instead, keep a journal in which you can write about anything, including your novel or story. This way you can explore ideas and write anything related to them, and get in a creative state where you're more free to brainstorm. You can also write about your life here and use this to feed your writing, by taking bits of your life that you wrote down and translating them to your novel.

4. Break it down to small tasks.

It can be hard to beat procrastination, and sometimes the best way is to break it down into simple tasks. People tell you this all the time, like "break it down to small tasks, just write a chapter and then you'll have one more chapter," but that's not helpful when you're a grade A procrastinator like myself. I mean REALLY SMALL tasks. Just think of a sentence in your head for the next part of your novel, and write it down. Just write at least one word.

That's all folks. Happy writing!!

#writing #author #how to write #how to write a book #how to write a novel #novels #writing tips #writer tips #writing advice #writer advice #fantasy #fantasy writing #romance writing #novel writing #sci fi writing #writing life

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madhogthymaster · 3 months

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The following is a collection of journalistic accounts and anecdotal passages from various sources directly involved with the incident that has now become known as [REDACTED]. Due to the unascertainable nature of the event, these materials cannot be considered entirely attendable.

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From the blog of [REDACTED]:

XX/XX/XXXX

Save for a few scattered pieces we were able to scrounge up from obscurity, most of the media related to the incident remains invariably lost to this very day. It is this reporter's intent to reconstruct a believable version of the facts based on these means.

An alleged portrait of the "Beast" recovered from the burnt remains of a bed stool. Artist unknown.

From the blog of [REDACTED]:

XX/XX/XXXX

This un-sent post was found in a lost phone discovered nearby Ground Zero. The owner has been missing ever since. The family wishes for anonymity. At the time of writing, the post is considered the most reliable witness for the first incident.

XX/XX/XXXX

A colleague of mine who was investigating a nearby area sent me this photo of some bizarre scribbles they received from an unverified source, whether it bears a connection to [REDACTED] or it's simply a juvenile prank remains to be ascertained. It might be a warning.

XX/XX/XXXX

We recovered what appears to be a half-burnt journal. It was found inside a furnace conveniently located close to the cabin. Most of the manuscript is unsalvageable except for a couple of passages, which were still in a poor state. To put it frankly, the text was intelligible. Pure chicken scratch. Being mostly incinerated didn't help matters. Still, with a bit of effort, we manage to *mostly* translate what was written in it. These are the results of our work.

The symbols at the end were lifted as they were from the original text. Their presence in the journal, as well as that earlier photograph, make for a compelling case that this might not be, in fact, a simple prank. Although, it could still be a very elaborate hoax.

From the blog of [REDACTED]

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My colleague is missing. After they failed to answer any of my calls and messages, I went to check on them personally. They were not home. None of their acquaintances knew of their whereabouts. They had no living relatives, either. I am worried. My colleague had a... unique interest in this case. An obsession, one might say. They were hell-bent on finding out the truth about the [REDACTED], the Pillar of Light and the "Beast." They would often tell me how close they were to a major breakthrough. And now, they're gone. Right after receiving that accursed photograph. That cannot be just a coincidence, can it? I fear that whatever befell them might happen to me as well. Still, I refuse to yield in my pursuit of the truth...

I can't stop now. I just can't.

From the blog of [REDACTED]:

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I'm at the end of my rope. The sources I was supposed to interview bailed out on me. The families of the victims that previously agreed to share their stories suddenly refuse to even talk to me! All my leads are slowly beginning to dwindle. Are they on to me?

XX/XX/XXXX

I have received this photo on my phone, just as my colleague had before disappearing.

Now I know without any shadow of a doubt they are after me. I was in too deep. I was aware of the risks but I kept going. This case, it consumed me like it consumed... Yeah...

I kept telling myself that it was all for a good cause, the pursuit of the Truth (as my colleague used to put it) but the only Truth here was my desire for clout and notoriety, regardless of whom was going to get hurt in the process. Part of me wishes I could rewind time back before I met them, before I fell into this hole. But I was ambitious. I was arrogant and foolish. I let their cause become My Cause and it lead to many lapses. Many mistakes were made in the name of the Truth. Alas, what's done is done. We opened Pandora's Box. We involved ourselves with something far more sinister than any of us could have possibly imagined. An unfathomable horror lurks upon the world ready to asphyxiate us in its warm "embrace." I doubt anyone can stop it now. Our investigation only served to accelerate our own demise. It was always going to happen, regardless of the actions we took. I long for the ignorance I had before this whole mess began. Still, I refuse to just give up. Call it hubris, call it animal instincts, but I shan't simply lie down and beg for Salvation from an entity beyond Comprehension. I will run. I will keep running until I can't run anymore. I want to survive. I want to live.

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This will be my final post for the foreseeable future. If you've read thus far and you don't think I've gone mad, grab your loved ones and leave. "They" are coming for you as well. I just hope I can get away in time.

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Hello there. I have returned. I know I said I was going to get away, to run from my problems like a coward but that was wrong of me. One should always strive to be brave, to look Fear in the eye and stand their ground! And that's exactly what I did. First off, I owe several people a heartfelt apology. I want to sincerely apologize to the families of the victims for drudging up painful memories, to my coworkers and family for my toxic behaviour, to my colleague for enabling their own unhealthy obsession.

But most of all, I must apologize to the very fine and good people from the Faith of The Lamb for slandering their beliefs in the name of my disdainful pride. Yes, I've met with them and they were so graceful towards me and my predicament. I was such an ignorant fool, consumed by my wayward ways to the point I became blinded to the Truth. And the Truth is, this small community had nothing to do with The Incident! It was nothing but speculation and conjecture brought forth by conspiracy nutcases and grifters to discredit the Good Name of a charitable religious organization, one that deeply values its privacy and refuses to engage openly with toxic Internet discourse! Alas, I too became a cog in the machine. Motivated by fame and greed I hurt so many fine and humble folks and I cannot apologize enough to them. Fortunately, their Leader was kind enough to forgive my awful conduct and welcomed me into Their Flock with open arms! How could I not accept such a generous offer? How could I refuse to join after my eyes were opened to The Truth! The Lamb is our Lord and Saviour, sent into this world to teach us about The One Who Waits and His wonderful plan to save us from the False Gods!

The Lamb welcomes all in Their Herd - the unfortunate, the downtrodden, the wretches and the undesireables – for Their Love is boundless and Their Generosity endless. The Lamb walks amongst us unburdened by human flaws, an Unattainable Inspiration, spreading the Holy Word of The One Who Waits, that which we are sworn to serve for the remainder of our mortal lives... and beyond. As long as we devote our meager existences to The Cause, we may yet find Salvation in the woolly warmth of their sweet embrace. Life can be good. Life will be good.

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Life is Good.

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Life is Good.

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Life is Good. Life is Good.

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A/N:

Thanks for reading. I typed this "horror story" on Twitter over the course of four days back in 2022, to celebrate the release of Cult of the Lamb. I figured it was a good idea to transcribe it here, as well. The original framework was meant to be complemented by the Twitter format. As such, it might not be as effective in the form of a Tumblr blog. Nevertheless, I attempted to repurpose it as best as I could given the limitations. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy sinning, everybody.

The original posts: https://twitter.com/AdrianoBordoni1/status/1562269329223471104

My YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXotPYvDsNYYAiefRjwrGiA

#madhog thy master #cult of the lamb #call of the lamb #call of cthulhu #twitter #horror #short story #lovecraft #indie game #cult #massive monster #devolver digital #sins of the flesh #Untitled Story #Life is Good #creepypasta

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dobryvecir · 4 months

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this post maybe won't make sense, but i need to get things off my chest. i am a student of FF UK, i wasn't present in the building at the time, when it happened. all my friends are safe, and in a way i am incredibly grateful that we get to grieve together. we all share feelings of guilt - guilt that comes from being close to the event and grieving everything, though it didn't touch us directly. feelings of not deserving moments of happiness, when so many lives were taken by the hand of some fucked up idiot, and when so many people now grieve the loss of a close friend, a family member, colleague, a member of their collective. all of this, maybe directly maybe not, were the intention of the murderer. i keep telling myself that i cannot let him win in this sense, to spread fear and feelings of hopelessness beyond the event itself. i was really grateful to see my parents after a few weeks of not seeing them, but my mind kind of automatically went to the fact that some people will not see their parents again, that some parents won't see their kids ever again, or that some people will spend the holidays in waiting rooms and beds of hospitals.

the faculty is our second home. we spent so much time in the halls of the building, felt safe there, cried there because of the load of work we had, laughed and shared nice moments. it feels all so far away. nothing is going to be the same ever again. i cannot imagine returning to the building, and i wasn't even there. i cannot imagine the fear and all the emotions that the people present must've felt. my thoughts are with the people who were killed, injured and the people who will be scarred for the rest of their lives by the event. and i wish them all a speedy recovery, if it is even possible. i will never forget the moment when i came back home from work, and the university groupchats started going off with questions like "are you guys okay?", "is anyone in the building?". the fear that struck me when i realized one of my flatmates isn't home and was supposed to be in class. the relief i felt when they started responding to messages and said that they don't know what is going on. me and my friends were lucky, and it feels so incredibly strange to have the possibility to say that. many people don't have this.

i don't know how to exist now, it feels really meaningless. but i also keep telling to myself, that this is exactly what i cannot give to the murderer. we all have to keep on going on. it's going to hurt, it's going to feel unreal. but we have to keep going on.

do not share information about the shooter. do not share information about the victims unless it is with the consent of the families or close friends. some czech media seriously messed up with their coverage of the mass murder, sharing photos of the people hiding while the shooting was happening, sharing images of the killer. sharing his story, when that's probably what he wanted. there is an open letter from students of journalism at FSV UK, which covers this in a way that i never would be able to, if you speak czech i recommend to read it. i recommend to take time to grieve, even if you weren't a witness or a victim of the crime. there is no right way to grieve. but slowly and surely, we all somehow have to return "back to normal life". there is no shame in reaching out, even if you weren't directly affected. we all are impacted by the event, and have to process it in some way. there are contacts on the official page of Charles University that you can reach out to, to get professional help. reach out for help. reach out to your friends and family. tell them you love them. tell them you appreciate them. share your grief, if you need or want to.

i have no idea how to end this post, or even if it makes any sense at all. but i wish us all a recovery, i wish us all the possibility to "go back", if possible. my heart goes out to the victims and injured. i am really sorry that this had to happen.

#prague #ff uk

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mlobsters · 10 months

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supernatural s6e18 frontierland (teleplay: andrew dabb, daniel loflin; story: andrew dabb, daniel loflin, jackson stewart)

i know vaguely of dean's cowboy thing. i may expire from embarrassment. (telling myself to just let dean enjoy things). supernatural i will pay you $5 if you stop including bobby's bad evil ear worm speech in the recaps

wait so are all the campbells dead now? wiped out the family. *research montage to funky jazzy rock*

sam and dean's mutual excitement over the colt journal is about the cutest thing. a genuinely happy moment for them both at the same time, in my supernatural?! (thank you, writers)

DEAN Like the Colt. From... Samuel Colt's Journal.

SAM What?! That's his?

DEAN Yeah.

SAM Dude, no.

DEAN Dude, yes.

RACHEL I'm his friend.

SAM What, you think we're not?

RACHEL I think you call him when you need something.

i mean, show me the lie. he's like... a work friend.

DEAN This here is, uh, Walker. He's a Texas Ranger.

LOL okay. played the long game on that role, apparently!

SHERIFF So, what can I do for you boys?

SAM Uh, we're looking for a man.

JUDGE MORTIMER I'll bet. (gesturing to Dean) Nice shirt, there.

le sigh. as ever, side eyeing the gay joke there.

listen. i just. if dean was going to buy clothes to wear in this time period, i don't believe he'd be going for something so relatively flashy. having seen all those movies a million times, he knows the aesthetic. the bad period clothing for time travel low hanging fruit was done in back to the future 3 (he also stepped in horse shit)

back to the future part 3 (1990)

*deep breaths* i can do this. just get through this saloon scene.

okay. the posse magnet thing. something a fic made me appreciate, or maybe try to reflect on, when dean is being a goober and embarrassing himself; sam expects him to be like this and rolls with it. trying to channel the fond little brother vibe so i can roll my eyes with a smile instead of wanting to shrivel up and hide under a rock

thinking to myself, well j2 are from texas, surely they know their way around horses. but then, i lived in phoenix for half my childhood (in an area with a lot of semi-rural horse people), had family we visited semi-regularly with a farm and horses in nebraska. and i've never been on a horse! okay but padalecki clearly has LOL riding just fine before hamming it up

RACHEL Castiel, I've been hearing things. Things I don't want to believe. Just tell me if it's true.

CASTIEL If what's true?

RACHEL You know. Your dirty little secret.

CASTIEL I have to defeat Raphael.

i'm guessing this is the souls thing but i still don't get it. but i guess they're throwing down in this warehouse abandoned factory or whatever over it

uh oh cas sprung a leak, how's he gonna get the boys home now

SAMUEL COLT Well, when you've done this job as long as I have...a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors.

cute

SAMUEL COLT You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk.

SAM Trust me, I've got plenty of mileage.

thanks for reminding me of all the suffering in hell he's got cooped up in his brain

all right so, souls are like. batteries. for the angels??? slippery slope this rebelling and free willing, apparently

all right so they had to give the phoenix a tragic event to turn all this on, of course it's the sexual assault and murder of his wife. OF COURSE.

he's swimming in that coat 😔

LOLOL how exactly did samuel colt get the address off his phone? just gonna ignore that ridiculousness.

made it through in one sitting, it's a miracle. surely gotta be done with the cringey episodes until next season. suffering and misery from here on out?

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 6x18 #walker #andrew dabb #daniel loflin #jackson stewart

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