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“This is why spiritual teachers rarely get involved with social reform. They aren’t against it, but they recognize that it will not solve the world’s problems since those problems are based on cognitive distortions.”
— Facets of Unity, The Enneagram of Holy Ideas (A.H. Almaas)
#Enneagram#typology#enneagram#spirituality#facets of unity#enneagram of holy ideas#Reading the first part#gonna get to each individual type soon#quotes
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Mismatched Bridesmaid | Matt Murdock x F!Reader
PART 2 of The Vault
See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Summary: Deciding to go to your old college roommate's wedding turns into a bad idea when you suddenly have to function as a bridesmaid until you're paired with a very handsome groomsman.
Warnings: Fluff, attempt at humor, SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral f!receiving, use of "good girl", One-Night Stand, shameless flirting, kind of "horny at first sight", so cheesy it might make you hate cheese
Word Count: 4.3k
A/n: I was wondering why this didn't post until I saw that I hit "save draft" instead of schedule, so this may come on time for some and too late for others, but I'm still awake, so it counts as the 15th. Also, when I wrote this it was after hinting at it on here, and I was excited at first, but I'm not too happy with it now because it's just silly and falls a little flat, in my opinion. This is why I went back in and edited a hell of a lot, adding some things, etc. Nevertheless, I promised to clear out the vault for this event, so this is it. I got inspired by seeing the She-Hulk clips when the episode with Matty came out. It may or may not be noticeable. We're also working with the Nelson, Murdock & Page narrative. Enjoy!
You are not made for white-veil occasions.
While weddings, in their essence, symbolize unity while covering different facets of romantic beauty, they are also inherently stressful for nearly everyone involved in the proceedings. Over the years of adulthood, you’ve found that weddings tend to end in disaster when you attend—and you are not particularly fond of engaging in drama.
When your old college roommate sent you an invitation to her wedding in June, you considered responding with no. You’ve been close for a few years, but then you graduated, found separate careers, and then never talked again. You weren’t sure why she would send you an invitation until you called the number on the back of the card and you began catching up. She told you that she wanted to invite you because you were a vital part of her early twenties, and it reminded you that you are both adults and you have both grown beyond what you thought possible, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her that you couldn’t make it to her wedding. Instead, you told her that you wouldn’t miss it for the world. That answer though seemed to have turned destiny against you.
You were excited when you arrived at the chapel this morning, but as soon as your foot touched the holy ground, everything went wrong. Maybe it is because you’re an atheist and God hates you, or maybe Karma just really fucking loves toying with you. Either way, when your friend’s maid of honor—also one of the few people you hung out with during your wild college days—came up to you, looking pale and panicked, you knew that the curse you always bring to weddings was only continuing to wreak havoc.
She said to you, “One of the girls got into a car accident on her way here. Don’t worry, she’s not dead, just a broken wrist, but that means we are one bridesmaid short. I need someone to step in before Janet finds out and cuts off my head for ruining her wedding day,” and she was deadly serious about it, too.
You knew that it was a mistake to come to this wedding, especially without a date or a plus-one to fall back on.
You were so focused on marveling at the beautiful white and golden decorations living the aisle, fantasizing about the day you might be walking down one of those that you didn’t think anything could go wrong since everything had been going so right. You should have known better than to trust that treacherous feeling of excitement that you made sure to nurture before breakfast so you could enjoy the ceremony and the party afterward without making it dependent on the open bar—although that fact did help.
Instead of dreaming about free drinks though, you’re being squeezed into a satin green dress with a low cut in the front, and someone you don’t know is slathering burgundy lipstick onto your lips. They are purposely trying to turn you into a copy of all the other bridesmaids, and you hate it. You hate it so much you get the sudden urge to scratch your eyes out and tear the skin off your lips.
Janet, the maid of honor, comes back up to you. She’s aged at least ten years since you last saw her when she pulled you away from the aisle. You feel for her. The entire weight of this wedding rests on her shoulders.
She eyes you, checking your outfit, before giving you a curt nod. “Thank God, you’re hot,” she mutters. You’re not sure if you were supposed to hear it.
“Thank you?” you answer awkwardly.
“Alright.” She fixes the corners of your lipstick. “We need to pair you with a different guy than Miss I-Don’t-Know-How-To-Drive was supposed to walk down the aisle with. Your looks don’t match. You’ll get Kathy’s partner,” she says. “And we need to line up, like, now because shit is happening in five minutes, not a second later. We can’t give Bridezilla the time to kill us all.”
With a frown, you ask, “Is she aware at all of what’s happening?”
Janet shakes her head. “No, and it’s better this way. Trust me.”
You stop questioning her. She knows what she’s doing.
When she guides you outside to line up, you’re not sure what to expect. You don’t know the groom, and you don’t know his friends. You’re here on your own, and now you’re part of a bridal party that you are also barely familiar with, wearing a dress that you were forced into for the sake of aesthetics. You hate when something is reduced to aesthetics because beauty has many facets, and you would have walked down that aisle with anyone as long as you could get it over with.
Until you see him. Strikingly dark hair in a perfectly cut tuxedo that underlines the muscles hiding underneath the fabric. His eyes are hidden behind round, red glasses that reflect the sunlight coming in through the already stained glass of the chapel’s windows. In his hands, he’s holding a white cane, leaning his entire weight on it as he waits. And he waits for none other than you.
Janet paired you with the most beautiful man on this planet, you can’t deny that. The way he stands there, his sharp jawline on full display—he looks ethereal. Just looking at him makes you sweat, and you’re starting to panic. What if she made a mistake? You can’t do this. You can’t—
“Matt,” she says and shoves you beside him into the line of bridesmaids and groomsmen.
Janet introduces you, and then she’s gone. She pushes you into the cold water, forcing you to learn how to swim.
He tilts his head in your direction. “Hi,” he says. The sound of his voice resembles the purr of a black cat as it reverberates, but his grin reminds you of the Devil himself.
Fuck. Me.
You either did something very wrong to land here, or you did everything right.
“Hi,” you stammer. One look at him, and the blood rushes to your cheeks. Your face is burning.
He offers you his hand. “I’m Matt,” he says as if Janet didn’t already expose that to you.
Still, you take his hand. It’s the polite thing to do. “And I’m not supposed to be here.” Mentally, you curse yourself for being so stupid.
Matt chuckles. Even his laugh sounds bittersweet. Like dark chocolate. “I, uh, gathered as much.”
“I’m sorry,” you bite your lip, “I’m not—this is really weird. I don’t even know what to say.” You pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, maybe that will make it less embarrassing.
His features soften. There is no judgment. You can’t see his eyes, but there is a certain softness about him that throws you off guard, but you no longer feel like you’re drowning. “If it helps, I’m only here because I helped the groom graduate law school by writing his essays, and he feels like he owes me, so…I also don’t want to be here,” he says, and he reaches up to adjust his glasses. You get a small glimpse of his eyes. They’re hazel. Beautiful. He has an aura that draws you in; it’s not just his physical beauty that strikes you.
This man—this magnetic force of a man called Matt—is a stranger. He’s a man you were paired with to walk down the aisle even though you were never meant to be a bridesmaid in this wedding in the first place. So many things are happening to and around you at once, and you can feel the flames starting to burn and sizzle away at your skin.
You should pull yourself together. You shouldn’t stare at him. You shouldn’t listen to your heart which is hammering against your ribcage. But the emotions are already running high and you can’t possibly focus on anything else. He’s like a lifeline to you.
And God, you want him to put those calloused hands on your skin and take you to bed. But that’s not something to think about in a place of God. On the day of someone else’s wedding. Except that you can’t think of anyone else, and his proximity isn’t making the situation any better for you.
Another blush threatens to take over your features. “Oh, you’re a lawyer?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “I have a firm. Nelson, Murdock & Page.”
“Here in New York?”
“Hell’s Kitchen, yeah. Me and my associates just reopened our doors to the public after a rough year.”
“Oh, that’s...cool. I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you. And what do you do, if I may ask?”
His interest takes you off guard, but you don’t hesitate to answer his question. You tell him your profession, and how you met the bride, and he listens without another word. No man has ever paid you this much attention before.
Though Janet meant it when she said that you will have to start walking in exactly five minutes, not a second longer. She passed by everyone, handing out bouquets. Green with hints of red and gold. It fits the theme. They’re beautiful, but the flowers within the bouquet become a problem when she hands you your own set.
“Janet,” you stop her from leaving. “I can’t take these.”
“The fuck you can’t,” she retorts.
“Seriously, I can’t. I’m allergic to Jasmines. I’ll sneeze.”
She glares at you. “Then fucking hold it.”
There is no arguing with her, and she passes by you to continue putting everyone in their places. You stare down at the bouquet, your nose already starting to itch. The smell alone is enough to make you nauseous.
To your surprise, Matt reaches for the flowers. “May I?” he asks, but he has already grabbed a hold of them.
“Sure,” you answer, curious about where he’s going with this.
“Hold this.” He guides the top of his cane into your hand.
His fingers feel along the red ribbon. He takes a whiff. There are so many scents that would be overwhelming even to someone without heightened senses due to a lacking fifth one, so you’re even more surprised when he finds the Jasmines without a struggle. He traces the petals just to make sure, and he quickly pulls the flowers out of the bouquet, tightening the ribbon around the now smaller girth in the process.
Tossing them behind one of the pillars in the corridor, he hands them back to you. “Here,” he murmurs. “For you.”
Words elude you.
“Are you allergic to anything else?” The question is valid, considering you’re still not making a move to take the bouquet from him.
You exhale a shaky breath, reaching for the flowers, and answer without missing another beat, “Weddings.”
That elicits a giggle from him. The sound is enough to make your heart melt. Does he know what he’s doing to you?
Matt opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of heels clicking against the marble floors stops you both dead in your tracks.
Your entire body recoils when the bride’s voice rings out, echoing, “Who the fuck mismatched my bridesmaids?”
A hand rests on your bicep, and you don’t even have to look down to know that it is Matt’s. He’s the only one standing to your right, anyway. He squeezes as though to let you know that you won’t lose your head, but you’re not so sure now that your college roommate is glaring at you in a white dress that reminds you of a pastry, and her eyes are full of fury. He can’t see it, but he would cower in fear if he did.
Thankfully, Janet pulls her aside, explaining the situation to her.
“She what?!” she screeches. “On my wedding day? Are you kidding me?”
“Yes, because car accidents respect timing when it comes to special occasions,” Janet counters.
You snort. Matt beside you digs his teeth into his bottom lip, but even he can’t hide his amusement.
“Oh, snap,” you mutter under your breath.
“Shots have been fired,” he says.
“I think we’re witnessing a double homicide.”
“I’m not a very credible witness. I can only describe how it sounded, unfortunately.”
Your snort turns into a laugh. The bride’s head snaps around, and you go quiet. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” you choke out.
“If she decides to throw a punch at your pretty face,” Matt’s breath tickles your ear, “I can be your attorney and sue her ass.”
This time, you’re conscious enough to slap a hand in front of your mouth to stifle your reaction. “How do you know I’m pretty?” you whisper back between little giggles.
He shrugs with a smirk of his own. “I just know.”
He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, and you have no choice but to submit.
Janet manages to bring some calm back to her friend eventually, and then it’s showtime. Right on the second, it’s time for you to walk down the aisle, and you have never been happier about a strict schedule and someone adamant about keeping that schedule for the sake of all of your lives.
Your roommate has always been a very dominant personality, so you’re aware of the things she can do when she doesn’t get what she wants.
An 80s pop ballad begins to play. You make sure to match your pace to everyone else but also make sure that you’re not running away from your partner.
You may have been a mismatched bridesmaid, but you can’t complain about the company.
Against all odds, the service is beyond beautiful. It’s not often you get to stand so close when two people who seem to truly love each other make a vow to be there for each other for the rest of their lives. You can’t help but shed a tear. They complement each other perfectly. Is that ever in the cards for you? Will you ever be able to have what they have? Or will you always feel like you’re not worthy of this kind of unconditional love and endless devotion—of someone wanting to spend the rest of their life with you?
You look over at Matt. The hint of a cross necklace is starting to peek out underneath his dress shirt. Of course, he’s Catholic.
He carries himself with such a grace that puts everyone else in this room to shame. Does he know that you’re staring at him? You hope not.
After the ceremony, you lose sight of Matt in the masses. He doesn’t owe you a goodbye, but you still feel a little disappointed when you return to the dressing room and finally peel the satin dress off of your very sweaty skin.
At the party afterward, he’s still nowhere to be found. You give up. Not that you want to spend the evening with him anyway, but you kind of do. You drown your sorrows in a glass of vodka cranberry and a bowl of olives. They taste like rotten meat, but there are too many people by the buffet for your liking. The last thing you want to do is mingle and get asked stupid questions by people you don’t even know. So, you stay back, and you watch from afar as everyone is having the time of their lives not so far away from you, but far enough for you to breathe.
“And here I thought weddings were supposed to be a joyous occasion,” Matt pipes up beside you, and you twirl around in your chair to face him with wide eyes.
You didn’t expect to see him back here. “Hi!” you exclaim. “What’re you—I thought you left.”
“Nah,” he says. “I just had to take care of some things.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
He smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes, that’s why I asked.”
Folding his cane, Matt lowers himself down on one of the chairs beside you and orders himself a beer with the bartender. “Let’s just say that I have an important court case coming up and I had to make a call.”
You take another sip from your drink. “That sounds a lot more exciting than my life, to be honest.”
“You are sulking at a wedding. Thinking about an ex?”
“More like life in general.”
“Ah, yes, the eternal fear of dying alone.” He raises his bottle to yours. “I’ll drink to that.”
A laugh escapes you. “That was cynical,” you say.
“And you’re not?”
He beats you at your own damn game, and he finally gets that smile he has been vying for.
“Are you smiling?” his voice is barely above a whisper.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Maybe.” But the smile is audible in your voice, giving you away.
Matt smirks, nodding his head. “Good girl.”
The sharp vodka runs down the wrong pipe. You cough. Did he just—
He did.
He pats your back, and his hand lingers a lot longer than it should. He looks so smug. Pleased with himself. That part of him is stupidly attractive to you, even though you would usually hate such cockiness in any other man. But Matt isn’t like any other man.
You apologize for your reaction, but he should be the one apologizing to you for throwing you off your game. What is he doing? You can’t read him. You wish you could because that would make this so much easier, but that’s probably the point. He wants to tease you. He wants to mess with your head. He’s a dick. A fucking attractive dick that could tell you to do just about anything and you in your flustered state would go along with it without hesitations. That’s the kind of control he has over you, and you just met. It feels like a twisted form of destiny, but you can’t quite believe it. Yet.
“Do you always do that?” you dare to ask.
He frowns. “Do what?”
“Flirt with women who were forced to be bridesmaids even though they were only supposed to be guests?”
A playful smirk plays on his lips.
“It’s been known to happen,” says Matt.
You poke your tongue against the soft tissue of your cheek. “Cheeky,” you murmur.
“That’s also been known to happen.”
“What, being cheeky with—”
“—with women who were forced to be bridesmaids even though they were only supposed to be guests? Yes.” He’s catching on quickly.
You laugh and nod. “Yeah, that.”
“I do have to say though,” he adds, and for a second you think he might ruin the joke instead of playing it out further, but Matt is full of surprises, “Out of all the mismatched bridesmaids I’ve met in my thirty-something years of, um, living, you’re my favorite so far.”
With your hand, you start fanning your face rather dramatically. “I feel honored,” you say.
Again, he chuckles. “You should be.”
“Why, because you’re so irresistible?”
“I was going to say that I don’t like a lot of people because, you know, they’re dicks, but that works too.”
“Wow.” You take another sip. The liquor burns its way down your sore esophagus. “You have balls, man.”
“Is that a problem?” he counters with a question.
The answer comes naturally. “No,” you say. “I like it.”
“Good.” Hearing you clink the ice cubes against your empty glass by swirling it around, Matt concludes that you need a refill. “Can I get you another drink?” he asks.
The question sounds so innocent, but the look on his face renders you speechless. His hand inches dangerously close to yours on the counter, his knee brushing yours, and the heat shoots straight to your neglected cunt.
Fuck this.
“You could do that, or we could skip that part and just…you know.”
One brush of your hand against his thigh, that’s all it takes for him to know.
Pushing you through the door to his apartment a few minutes later, his lips are on you. The door falls shut with a loud bang, and he presses you against the wall of his hallway.
His lips feel like a silky cloud of lewdness. The way he kisses you is utterly erotic. Your lips part in a delicious moan that he swallows with a grunt of his own. He swallows it all, shoving his tongue into the tight confines of your mouth, and exploring every inch he can reach. He tastes you. He consumes you.
His hands desperately search for an ounce of bare skin. He’s tugging at your clothes, sliding and tearing them aside. Once his fingers finally brush over the bare skin of your stomach, he melts.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your leg hooks around his waist. You can’t wait. He has ignited a fire within you that no one has been able to light before. He’s touching you with a precision that puts your former lovers to shame. He’s paying attention to your every breath and heartbeat, and with every touch, he asks, “May I?”
You don’t even make it to the bedroom. Once he has successfully removed the bottom half of your clothes, he falls to his knees. He is a sight to behold. The disarray of colors that shines into his apartment illuminates his face, bathing it in a selection of hues that bring out his best features.
Matt has yet to take off his glasses, and you take the opportunity to tear them away from his face. You’re gentle though. You ask him, “May I?” mirror the question he has been asking you throughout the night, and after a thick swallow, he nods.
You caress his cheek as you remove his glasses, and when you finally see his hazel eyes in all of their glory, you have to bow down to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
“You’re beautiful,” you whisper. “So fucking beautiful, Matt.”
He whimpers. You could have sworn to have imagined it, but when you stroke his cheek with such a gentleness it almost makes him recoil in anguish, you know that you didn’t imagine the sound from his lips. You kiss it away. You kiss all of his insecurities away. You want him to feel as good as he is making you feel. You don’t know him, but you want to get to know him, and if he’s ready to surrender himself to you, you are more than ready to do the same for him. He can feel that with every brush of your fingertips and every kiss you deliver to his plump lips that taste like heaven and hell in itself.
Your words don’t leave him cold. His cock is aching in his pants—you take note of his impressionable size, which only makes you more excited for what’s to come—but he refuses to take it out. Not until you’re fully satisfied. To be honest, you could come just from staring at him on his knees in front of you, looking like he would lay the world to your feet and kill everyone who has ever dared to hurt you, but that is not enough for him.
He needs the experience. Feeling your skin, tasting you, and breathing in all facets of your natural scent mixed with the artificial one from your shampoo. He can’t get enough of it. Of you. Of everything about and within you. He’s as attracted to your body as he is consumed by your soul. You’ve got him in a deadlock, but he would never complain about that.
You gasp when Matt grabs your thigh and throws it over his shoulder. Your panties are gone within seconds, torn on the floor somewhere. You’re completely bare to him.
You want to warn him that you didn’t shave, but he doesn’t care.
Before you know it, he has flattened his tongue against your pussy, and he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit.
“Fuck!” you cry out, reaching for support on the wall behind you.
He flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, testing the waters before he sucks it into his mouth.
His grip on your thigh becomes bruising. Matt eats you out like he has been starving for years and you are his first and last meal. He sucks on your clit, and he fucks you with his tongue. Your pussy is the altar he worships at. Your arousal is his holy water. He dives deeper and deeper into the wetness between your thighs, and he moans loudly when you pull at his hair.
“Fuck, Matt–” You’re clawing at whatever you can find. It feels so good. You’re higher than you have ever been.
The sound of his mouth working your slick folds toward eternal bliss is obscene and utterly sinful. His stubble scratches against your inner thighs. The pain grounds you in the here and now, making you focus on the tidal wave that is about to crash into you and tear you to shreds.
You can’t even warn him before your orgasm takes over, and it takes you into another dimension. You come with a shout of his name. It’s nothing short of explosive. The orgasm drags on through his mouth on your clit, relentlessly sucking until the nerves jump, and you’re begging him to stop.
His face glistens. With every kiss up your body, Matt marks you. By the time he has reached your quivering lips, he still tastes like you.
“You did so well,” he whispers. “Such a good girl for me.”
You exhale. Without his shoulders to hold onto, you would probably lose your footing. “You’re crazy,” is all you can say.
He smirks. “In a good way, I hope.”
“Yes. Fuck.”
“Regret coming home with me?”
“Absolutely not.”
That’s all he needed to hear. He lifts you with ease. “Then I’m going to make it worth your while.”
And when your back hits the soft mattress and silk sheets of his bed, you don’t doubt that he is going to make good on his promise.
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Btw, may I ramble/rant about Stranger for a bit? Imma ramble about Stranger for a bit.
Most posts I see on them seem to be about the facets of Stranger audibly disagreeing with each other, and talking at different turns, when, like, that’s not how they work?
Even in their own route, when they all mesh together, they talk in unison — yes, their tones and their predominant emotions are different, but they all have the same goal — and all ask the same things (“Did you do this? Did we do this? Can you pull us back apart?”), and in the Stranger ending variant, they always refer to themselves as a collective, they work as a group — a system! — and when they talk, they talk for all of them.
Not to mean they don’t have disagreements within themselves, I imagine they very much do, but I think those are mostly dealt with internally — much like the Shifting Mound will spend their time in introspection, getting to know each vessel you give them individually, and waiting till their complete so that they can all figure out their goal as a unity.
Anyway, do y’all think Stranger would take up on sewing so that they can make clothes that’ll fit them and also personalize it to each alter’s taste?
#I’m tempted to give the alters individual names. but at the same time. I don’t feel like Stranger would feel the need to#they might agree on a collective name tho. especially once Quiet gets to know them better and their no longer ‘A Stranger’#slay the princess#The Stranger#stp princess#Sal Rambles#(note: I’m a singlet speaking from my own personal knowledge of systems. pls feel free to call me out if I ever speak smth that doesn’t#sound right >.< I’m always open to learning)
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The Four Faces of the Cherubim: Man, Lion, Ox, Eagle
The Symbolism of the Four Faces of the Cherubim:
The imagery of these celestial beings adorned with distinct faces – that of a Lion, Ox, Human, and Eagle – offers a visual journey into their multi-faceted symbolism.
Lion Face: A symbol of strength, courage, and royalty, the Lion face embodies qualities of leadership and dominion. In various traditions, it represents the majesty of the divine and the fearless spirit that guards sacred realms.
Ox Face: The Ox face stands as an embodiment of endurance and persistence. It resonates with hard work and dedication, inspiring individuals to navigate life’s challenges with steadfast determination.
Human Face: The Human face speaks to our shared humanity, inviting empathy, compassion, and connection. This face reminds us of the importance of understanding and supporting one another in our spiritual journeys.
Eagle Face: The Eagle Face soars above, symbolizing vision, spiritual insight, and ascension. It encourages us to rise above mundane concerns and embrace a higher perspective in our pursuit of enlightenment.
Uniting Symbolism: Harmony of the Four Faces:
As we unravel the layers of symbolism within each face, a remarkable harmony emerges from their diverse attributes.
The Lion’s courage complements the Ox’s endurance, while the Human’s compassion balances the Eagle’s visionary outlook.
The unity of these four faces transcends the superficial boundaries that often separate different spiritual paths.
Key Takeaways
Cherubim’s imagery with distinct faces (Lion, Ox, Human, Eagle) holds deep symbolism.
The Lion signifies strength, courage, and divine majesty.
The Ox embodies endurance and persistence, inspiring determination.
The Human face symbolizes shared humanity, empathy, and connection.
The Eagle represents vision, spiritual insight, and ascension.
These faces’ unity forms harmony, complementing qualities across spiritual paths.
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I honestly think that the ACOTAR series and it's characters are more complicated than fans give it credit for. Like a lot of fantasy readers in the modern age of booktok and all that shit always seem to crave a morally gray character, but when a character is actually morally gray they sort of...don't acknowledge it?
Because pretty much every single character in that series except for the obvious villains (Amarantha, king of hybern) are morally gray. Including Tamlin.
He's a really interesting case because he has these abusive behaviors, this consistent like Giving Up where he just heeds to his anger and his powers, but his entire driving force is that he doesn't want to be like his cruel, murderous father. Like, his essential action as a character is in direct conflict with his base characteristics, like isn't that so interesting??? But he's always just chalked up to the abusive anger issues ex who doesn't deserve any more chances because he already gave so many up. Like...do people know that even if a character is a Bad Guy, like a real bad guy, not your charming, suave, comedic villain bad guy, but like a guy who's fucked up and broken and mean and sad, can still be a compelling, multi-dimensional character?
And Rhysand. He's a super interesting character because though his intentions all come from the same place of like striving for peace and unity and other virtuous shit like that, he's still willing to overwrite his OWN MORALS if it means working towards getting what he wants--remember when he left a head in Tamlin's garden? I had totally forgotten about that because he never really exhibited any behavior that matched that, but if we think about it it was pointing to this facet of his character where, at least a the start of the series, he was willing to do a lot of fucked up shit for the greater good.
Which is like the definition of a morally gray character. But when comparing the two, often he's just taken as The Better One who can do no wrong and like rose above his role in society and would Never Ever treat Feyre like an object...which...he kind of did? Obviously not to the same level as Tamlin, or in the same way, but like for a lot of the beginning of ACoMaF he was pretty much Also using her as a piece in his personal war effort that he like didn't really fully inform her about for like...kind of a while.
Idk I know I'm rambling, sorry this is so long, but like I could make an entire other post about how FEYRE is ALSO super morally gray and like a lot of the point of her character is that she's like kinda fucked up and does fucked up things and has a lot of healing to do and makes mistakes even when she's still in the active process of like getting better, like the whole essence of her is that she's Not perfect, not that people don't get that, just that it's interesting that people will uphold these characters, her and Rhysand and the whole inner circle, and praise them and love them unconditionally, but when it comes to characters like Tamlin, they are deemed undeserving of a second chance because the bad shit they did was a) done to the main character(s) and b) magnified much more than the protagonists misgivings. Idk it's super early, I'm just rambling, I'm sorry
#feyre cursebreaker#feyre archeron#feyre#acotar#acomaf#a court of thorns and roses#rhysand#rhys acotar#rhys#tamlin#morally gray#morally gray characters#morally grey characters#books and reading#fantasy ya#fantasy#sarah j maas#im not trying to justify tamlins abuse#im just trying to highlight the interesting taking of sides#spawned from like this myopic view of characters thats like reminiscent of#separating the good guys and the bad guys in a disney movie#ramblings#rambles
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ode to the three of clubs
Pairing: Trey Clover x gn!reader
Synopsis: he appeared ordinary, but he was radiant in your eyes
Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for trey
Word count: 620
Notes: happy birthday trey! thanks for being the dependable older brother figure to everyone<3
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Your lover is an incredibly likable soul. From the instant your paths crossed, you found yourself entranced by his easygoing and amiable demeanour. He has this innate ability to put everyone at ease, like a soothing balm for the turbulence of life. His dormmates hold him in the highest regard, looking up to him as a brotherly figure, someone they can trust and rely on. The tenderness he exhibits towards those in his orbit is genuinely enchanting, making it impossible not to be enamoured by the genuine care he bestows upon others.
Your lover possesses a unique and invaluable quality in mediation. When conflict arises, he is the steady hand that guides everyone back to serenity. His ability to find compromise is nothing short of extraordinary. He is the first to step in and calm the storm, to make sure no situation escalates beyond control. His wisdom in handling disputes is a testament to his character, and you can't help but admire him for it.
Your lover’s demeanour under pressure is equally inspiring. While some may crumble or panic, he can always remain composed. He prefers to think things through and always has a backup plan at the ready. This level of foresight is both comforting and admirable. It shows his dedication to keeping things running smoothly and avoiding unnecessary stress. The way he carries himself during tough times makes you love him even more.
Your lover’s playful nature is a facet of his personality that unfailingly brings a smile to your face. He enjoys simple pranks, teasing others like he would to his siblings. You adore the simple moments when he affectionately teases you, all to get a glimpse of your reactions. This mischievous spirit adds an element of surprise and joy to your relationship.
Your lover, though he possesses a myriad of admirable qualities, shies away from the spotlight, preferring to operate in the shadows, unnoticed and uncelebrated. It's not that he lacks confidence or capability; rather, he's content with quietly making a difference without seeking acknowledgment. This unassuming nature is one of the many facets that make you love him even more.
Your lover prides himself on being a gifted baker, and it’s one of the few areas where he graciously accepts your compliments without feeling the need to brush them aside. In the kitchen, he crafts delectable treats on that delight the senses. Whether it's a batch of soft, warm chocolate chip cookies that melt in your mouth or a delicate, perfectly flaky pastry filled with seasonal fruits, his creations are nothing short of divine. It's no wonder that Heartsalbyul's tea parties are consistently filled with joy and delight when the treats are delectable.
Your lover, despite his disdain for being in the spotlight, is an incredible leader in times of necessity. He fosters a sense of unity and trust among his peers, empowering them to take initiative and make decisions while offering guidance from behind the scenes. This understated leadership style not only promotes a harmonious environment but also allows each member to flourish and contribute their unique strengths. His leadership isn't about seeking recognition; it's about enabling others to shine, making him a truly remarkable and unassuming leader.
Your lover, no matter how ordinary he may seem, is a beacon of light in your life. He may not always wear his heart on his sleeve, but his actions and his unwavering support speak volumes about his love for you and those around him. It's in these small details and everyday moments that you find yourself falling in love with him over and over again, and you can't help but feel grateful for having him by your side.
Your lover, is none other than Trey Clover.
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Rick Sanchez Character Study to the tune of Nothing's Working Out by meiyo
I love Rick Sanchez So SO much as a character--- he embodies a very anti-vulnerability, hyper-prideful caricature of a traumatized and grieving man
also ofc he functions under this misconception that he's essentially above human bc he's such a genius, which leads him to this belief that no one could understand his pain or the things he's seen (also supported by the way that two major relationships that he tried to share facets of himself with, Unity and BP, both rejected him). He holds a relationship with his family, but is always aware that they are replaceable and exist across timelines (young Rick holding a baby Morty in BP's house, despite meeting Our Morty only a year ago seems to prove (in my headcanon) that Rick C-137 has replaced Morty and the Smiths multiple times, but not BP). So that's part of why BP is particularly focused on as a sore point for him, alongside Diane and Unity ofc.
Other notes on the animation:
the "assimilated" pictures match up w how the smiths changed over the seasons, from jerry and beth's divorce to clone beth joining the family
starts at morty Also joining the diane-BP-Unity train of leaving rick behind, whichever way it might be, which triggers his big abandonment issues which is the animation
@birdperselias tagging you bc i love you <3
#rick and morty#rick sanchez#birdrick#morty smith#rick and morty fanart#rick and morty animatic#rick and morty animation#me post
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Fight Training
The Theban Band, also known as the Theban Legion, is a legendary group of seven Greek heroes whose heroic deeds and love for each other are immortalized in Greek mythology. This remarkable warrior troupe is said to have fought during the renowned Trojan War.
The members of the Theban Band were not only valiant warriors but also intimately connected lovers. Their bond of love and friendship represented a remarkable facet during a time when homosexuality was not frowned upon in ancient Greece. In fact, it was considered a natural expression of affection between men during that era.
This group of heroes comprised some of the most renowned figures in Greek mythology. Among them were the heroic duo Achilles and Patroclus, the inseparable friends Ajax and Achilles, the wise strategists Odysseus and Diomedes, and the mighty Heracles and his loyal companion Hylas. Each member of the Theban Band was distinguished by exceptional abilities and bravery, earning enduring fame through their heroic exploits.
Their exceptional unity and loyalty to one another were legendary, enabling them to act as an unstoppable force in battle. The Theban Band played a significant role as a fighting force in the Trojan War and contributed greatly to the success of the Greek side.
The captivating tale of the Theban Band has been immortalized by renowned Greek authors such as Homer, Hesiod, and Sophocles in their works. They narrate the courageous feats and deep bonds of affection that connected these heroes.
Today, the Theban Band remains a fascinating and inspiring subject in art, literature, and culture. It symbolizes the cultural openness and appreciation for different forms of love and friendship in ancient Greek society, leaving an enduring impact on our collective consciousness to this day.
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So I like Kate Quinn. I love the way she writes unsung women in history—not just that she writes them, but that she takes the time to flesh out their historical context. Women (people) don't just wake up and suddenly find out that they're a spy or a code breaker or an opera singer, after all. They're shaped by their time and their culture and their upbringing, and they have to navigate their present, at its best and its worst. Quinn makes sure that's true for her novels.
I also love that Quinn has a way of pulling you gently along so that suddenly you look up and you've finished the entire book. Her prose is strong, her plots are great, and her characters are compelling, but they never feel fast. There's time taken to build things up and build them up, to give small details and day-to-day lives. It's immersive without being grim. And yet, like I said, I get addicted. The longest I think I've taken to read one of her books is three days. Usually it's two.
Which is why you should listen when I say this is one of her best.* The vibrancy of the characters is a notch up. The topics she's tackling are wider ranging and so the research feels deeper. Her ability to look at the 1950s, see how complicated they were, and encapsulate that in the boarding house setting was marvelous. The structure was a step up too. And the way she spun the characters off each other and developed their friendships? She's always been good at that but again….
The basic plot, for those who haven't had this on their TBR for six months, which is probably most of you: it's 1950 in Washington, D.C., and a new woman has moved into a depressing boardinghouse in a seedy neighbourhood. Over the next few years, she brings the residents together through a secret dinner club, and then somebody is killed. (They all have secrets; it could be anyone, and anyone might have done it.)
The other boarders shine light on facets of the era: the British army wife, the Hungarian refugee, the pro-McCarthy Texan, the athlete, the plus-sized secretary who grew up in a Hooverville, the cop's daughter who's turned her back on her family, the imaginative teen son of the landlady and his kid sister, the young widow. (Not to mention the side characters who all drift in and out of the women's lives.) They shouldn't have anything in common and they shouldn't like each other, and yet there is so much found family in this. So much wholesome comfort and people helping each other fix problems. So much arguing and so much unity.
(It surprises me not at all that this book was Quinn's reaction to the fear and anger that was 2020–2021.)
And I've waxed on enough. Quinn's hit a home run, to use one of Bea's sports metaphors, not only in terms of setting and character and plot, but also in general everything else. It balances the darker parts of the 1950s with their hopefulness for the future and the found family of the house. It talks about a lot of stuff that gets glossed over in the standard pop culture '50s, and while it doesn't dig as deep into some (marginalization) issues as it could, I understand why Quinn left the depth of those tales to people with lived experience.
If I say more, I'll be truly spoiling the experience of reading this, so please, if you're going to read a Kate Quinn book this summer, make it this one.
Out July 9.
*Of her 20th century novels; I haven't read her Romans and Borgias.
#book reviews#book recommendations#book covers#adult booklr#booklr#historical fiction#upcoming releases#2024 releases#the briar club#kate quinn#my photos#read in 2024
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im VERY interested to hear your thoughts on the blood aspect... its one that i think is taken very much at face value, and is somewhat limited in the traits often ascribed to it (responsibility, heritage, friendship).
Though we have canonical explanations for the Aspects, you're correct in that they often get reduced down to face-value. It was a problem I encountered myself in my early analyses; human beings are multi-faceted, and thus, so are these aspects which are meant to represent many concepts within humanity as a whole. That was something I had to learn to ascribe to my classpect analyses.
My analyses now use four keywords I whittled down from the canonical descriptions as well as the wider concept I understood it to convey. This is an attempt to portray these aspects as multi-faceted as opposed to what is commonly done in flattening them down into only one concept. (IE, "Blood = Friendships, Breath = Independent, Light = Smart, Mind = Logic, Hope = Religious, Rage = Anger", and so on. These words aren't necessarily wrong, but they're definitely not right either, and they definitely don't fit everyone within those aspects. They do not encapsulate the full scope of the aspect as a whole, which means they do not encapsulate the full scope of whatever classpect they are applied to, which then provides a flat, confusing, or biased classpect analysis.)
From The Extended Zodiac, I pulled these keywords from the Blood Aspect description. These would be the "canon" traits; they are what I adhere to when analyzing, but it should also be understood that this concept encompasses much more to do with than these keywords. Its "vibe", if you will, is much more than what is written.
TEZ Blood Keywords: Bonds, trust, camaraderie, groups, inspirational, relationships, friends and allies, charismatic, uplifting, magnetic, (sullen, unkind, set-in-their-ways)
None of the above traits are inherently good or inherently bad. The Blood Aspect, like all the other aspects, is inherently neutral; it is neither good nor bad, but merely a representation of a concept we experience as human beings.
I will say that responsibility is definitely a core trait of the Blood Aspect, but the aspect should not just be limited to that trait and its synonyms. Responsibilities, promises, relationships, camaraderie, community, bonds, connections; these things are what Blood is about. The ties that bind and the blood of the covenant are strong themes for the Blood Aspect.
I would personally say that Blood is what drives humanity, community, and many cultures. That is not to then say that Breath, its inverse, has no place in humanity either; too much of anything is never a good thing, and these aspects have inverses to balance them out accordingly. This is also part of why I so strongly believe inverse classpecting is important to consider as well, as you must be aware of how you should balance to be able to balance, but I digress.
Blood does not just value the relationships they have. They can also be the core of their friend groups, the thing keeping their family members together or in touch, so on and so forth. I believe that particular concept is termed "Unity". They bring people together, which is very powerful.
This is why Karkat, as a Knight of Blood (Active Utilizer), was able to bring twelve extremely different and difficult people (including himself) together long enough to succeed at an extremely convoluted, long game session. Kankri on the other hand, as a Seer of Blood (Passive Knower), was not experienced in his aspect and wasn't able to bring his friend group together a long while before they decided to scratch, but that did not mean he wasn't trying; as inane as Kankri's rants were, they were founded from his understanding of Blood as someone who only understood it from the point of view of the Breath aspect. Had Kankri reached godtier as a Seer of Blood and fully properly understood the Blood aspect, I believe he could have succeeded in the same fashion Karkat was able to.
This got quite long, my apologies. I did not think I would have this much to say! I hope it was intriguing for you.
#classpecting#karkat vantas#kankri vantas#homestuck#blood classpects#classpect analysis#homestuck aspects#ao classpecting
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Harassment's an ugly stain, a blight on our unity. Spoken words can cut deep, causing pain and hurt, no parity. And opinion's just a viewpoint, a facet of thought's kaleidoscope. Yet to judge or belittle it, is to sow seeds of discord, let’s not instigate. Better we can be as a community, let’s cultivate compassion's bouquet, where every opinion can bloom, in a garden of respect, where understanding's found and allowed to sprout. Fanny is mid. I am sleep deprived as I am writing this
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The Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women: An Ongoing Tragedy
Shaina Tranquilino
October 4, 2023
The issue of missing and murdered Indigenous women is a devastating tragedy that has plagued Indigenous communities for decades. Despite being deeply rooted in the history of colonization, it remains an ongoing crisis that demands immediate attention. This blog post aims to shed light on this heartbreaking reality and urges society to acknowledge, address, and support initiatives aimed at ending the violence.
A Historical Context:
To truly understand the gravity of the situation, we must recognize the historical context in which this epidemic has unfolded. Since European colonization began in North America, Indigenous women have faced systemic discrimination, marginalization, and violence. These injustices persist today as a direct result of centuries-long oppression and the erosion of Indigenous cultures.
Disturbing Statistics:
The statistics surrounding missing and murdered Indigenous women are both shocking and disheartening. According to a 2016 report by the National Crime Information Center (NCIC), there were over 5,700 cases of missing or murdered Indigenous American women recorded in the United States alone. Alarmingly, many believe these numbers may be underestimated due to underreporting or misclassification by law enforcement agencies.
Root Causes:
Numerous factors contribute to this crisis. Poverty, limited access to education and healthcare services, high rates of domestic violence within communities, institutional racism, inadequate law enforcement response, and human trafficking all play significant roles in perpetuating this cycle of violence against Indigenous women.
The Need for Awareness & Advocacy:
Raising awareness about this issue is crucial towards mobilizing action to end it. It requires educating ourselves and others about the plight faced by Indigenous women who continue to disappear or be victimized every day. Social media campaigns like #MMIWG (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls) have played a pivotal role in bringing attention to their stories while demanding justice.
Government Action & Accountability:
Addressing this crisis necessitates a multi-faceted approach. Governments at all levels must take concrete steps to address the root causes of violence against Indigenous women, including improving collaboration between law enforcement agencies, enhancing victim services, and implementing culturally sensitive policies. Additionally, funding programs that empower Indigenous communities and strengthen support systems are essential for long-term change.
Community Empowerment:
Indigenous communities have been fighting tirelessly to protect their women and girls. Supporting grassroots organizations led by Indigenous people who understand the unique challenges faced by their community is crucial in eradicating this issue. By amplifying voices from within these communities, we can ensure that culturally appropriate solutions are implemented while fostering healing and resilience.
The missing and murdered Indigenous women crisis demands urgent attention from society as a whole. Recognizing the historical context, understanding the systemic issues involved, advocating for awareness, holding governments accountable, and empowering affected communities are all integral components of bringing an end to this deeply entrenched tragedy.
To honour the lives lost and prevent future victimization, it is our collective responsibility to stand in solidarity with Indigenous communities and work towards creating a world where every woman feels safe, valued, and protected. Only through unity can we hope to achieve justice for the missing and murdered Indigenous women who deserve nothing less than our unwavering commitment to ending this heartbreaking reality once and for all.
#MMIW#MMIWG#Indigenous women#missing and murdered indigenous women#justice for our sisters#protect our women#no more stolen sisters#support Indigenous communities#stop the violence#raise awareness#honouring our ancestors#remember their names#break the silence#stand with Indigenous women
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all of my nieces’ big threes ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
this is going to be interesting because i actually grew up with them so idk how accurate this interpretation is going to be but we’ll give it a shot! also, i’m going to preface this by saying, i do this for fun! in no way am i saying these are concrete facts, but just my research and from my personal experience (ノ*°▽°*)
oldest:
☉ in gemini @ 17°
☾ in gemini @ 27°
⇧ in gemini @ 2°
all in the 1st house!!!!
she’s a gemini stellium okayyy! a stellium is basically having 3+ placements in the same sign or house indicating a heightened level of focus on the sign/house. so having these gemini placements suggests that her mind is constantly full of thoughts and ideas; she’s probably really curious about a lot of things possessing an agile mind. gemini is ruled by mercury which is the planet of communication, thinking, and learning. one of my best friends who’s teaching me more astrology asked if she was a chatter box and surprisingly enough, she’s not! she’s actually quite reserved and i’m trying to figure out why. it gotta be other placements because the degrees aren’t really- in any position to be introverted. 17° is a leo degree, 27° is a gemini degree, and 2° is a taurus degree…none of which really scream secrecy or- i guess taurus gives off a reserved vibe being an earth sign but the degrees can only affect the placements so much, yk? and leo is a fire sign and is ruled by the sun which is the ego, vitality, energy, it gives extrovert. same with a gemini degree being an air sign, known to be social butterflies. i mean, i guess she do be hanging out with her friends outside of school, but does that really mean she’s extroverted? or a social butterfly? i don’t think soooooo, lolz. she’s probably really knowledgeable in areas she’s interested in. since her whole big three is in the first house, this’ll be kinda easy to wrap up—sun, moon, and rising all being in the first house typically means there’s a sense of unity and cohesion among the major facets of her personality with consistency. but i guess just bc she has all this gemini energy doesn’t necessarily imply she’ll relate to every single characteristic of a gemini possibly redefining what a traditional gemini would act like and help people gain a deeper understanding of what it means to be a gemini.
middle:
☉ in aquarius in the 9th house @ 12°
☾ in sagittarius in the 6th house @ 11°
⇧ in gemini in the 1st house @ 13°
crazy her sun is in the 9H at 12° bc my sun is in the 9H but @ 15° b-BUT my ascendant is @ 12°. her ascendant is in gemini too like her ate awww they understand each other. but anyways! aquarius is ruled by saturn being the traditional ruler but also uranus which is the modern ruler. as mentioned in previous posts, saturn is the planet of restriction, maturity, order, time, etc. whilst uranus is the planet of rebellion, freedom, originality, unpredictability, etc. lemme tell ya, she be unpredictable asf! i feel like—my best friend is more influenced by saturn from my previous post, and my niece is more influenced by the modern ruler. in the 9th house, it’s all about travel, wisdom, philosophy, higher education, law & religion, etc. as it is a sagittarius ruled house. so she probably has strong faith, which i’m sure she does; passionate, smart, probably loves to travel. at a pisces degree, 12° she’s supposedly enigmatic but like in the most not mysterious way possible. moon is in sagittarius and her younger sis is a sagittarius rising, that’s so wild to me. but anyways, the moon is your sense of security, your emotions, your instincts, your roots, etc. in sagittarius, she’s really enthusiastic, very energetic, upbeat, and cheerful—she needs her freedom like her aquarius sun—i would argue she’s a free spirit forsure. sagittarius is ruled by jupiter, the planet of expansion, optimism, good luck, etc. at 11° which is an aquarius degree, she probably tries to find a reason for everything dealing with emotions and feelings as aquarius is quite rational and analytical. just a hunch! it also doesn’t help that her moon is in a virgo ruled house which also tends to be on the analytical side, all about health fitness, systems, analytical nature, pets, work habits, organization, sense of usefulness, and service given. that’s the 6H. ascendant in gemini means she comes off as a gemini when you first meet her, and i can see that! because if anything! she’s the chatter box instead of her ate! lmao! laf out loud! at 13°, an aries degree, she’s probably struggled with her appearance growing up or possibly got bullied for it. she’s an athlete! a student athlete at that, they also have a whiff of authority to them. aries is a cardinal sign after all.
youngest:
☉ in virgo in the 10th house @ 24°
☾ in leo in the 9th house @ 27°
⇧ in sagittarius in the 1st house @ 3°
sun in virgo! finally some earth sign! in the 10th house, ooooo i like that. so the sun in virgo would imply they have a sense of order- or- she’s very practical. a perfectionist maybe?? i’m not too close to her so i can’t really say much about how she is. she is pretty introverted, i will say which is never a bad thing. she may be good at organization. @ 24°, a pisces degree, she’s very mysterious i will say, a lot more than her ate or both her ates/older sisters. aw her sister’s sun is a pisces degree as well, that’s so cute. being in the 10th house, which is a capricorn ruled house, i will say she’s probably really calculated with her career, long-term goals, status, reputation, public image, etc. she’s a virgo sun, ofc she’s like five steps ahead- probably. her moon is in leo, she may have an emotional need for recognition or acknowledgment. i’d say she’s quite motivated and inspiring, she plays the piano and she’s into basketball. big heart awww, and her moon is in the 9th house awww she gets along with her ate closest to her age, the sister i just talked about in the last paragraph. she probably understands her the most, maybe. i don’t wanna jump the gun. @ 27° is a gemini degree, which deals with a lot of twos! she has two older sisters! and lastly, her ascendant in sagittarius @ 3°. already, i talked about how i like sagittarius risings, they’re passionate about what they do, being a mutable sign as well, they’re understanding, open-minded, and thinkers! they adjust well to change as well. @ 3°, is also a gemini degree which rules communication. she probably has trouble speaking her mind a little bit but once you’re close to her, she’ll definitely show that passion, that drive, jupiter doing it’s big one with her!
and fin!
i miss them sm, even tho they’re literally like half an hour away from me rn HAHAHAHA and i just saw them a few days ago fr. this was fun to do! it was very interesting researching their placements. i hope to dissect their whole birth charts soon! but yeah, i love them, they love each other it’s so cute. :3 thx for reading! i’ll be posting more soon so, stay tuned >:D
#gemini stellium#aquarius sun#virgo sun#sagittarius moon#leo moon#gemini rising#sagittarius rising#astrology#astro observations
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hey doccy, i hope everything is alright with you! I don’t know if you would consider this a personal question, but what made you decide to convert to judaism?? (Pls feel free to not answer it!!)
this is a great question, thank you for asking!! i took the morning to reflect on my beliefs, which are complex and difficult to express…
the short answer: my partner and I are converting together, and judaism aligns with both of our personal philosophies very well.
the long answer: despite my anthro degree and extremely humanist approach to life, i have an annoyingly scientific and secular approach to religion, so i find it difficult to believe in what i can’t find evidence for. the jewish conception of G-d doesn’t demand blind faith - only respect and adherence to certain commandments, which i find very reasonable. that said, i do believe in G-d, and my version of G-d is a perfect state of peace, unity, and equality that can’t be found in our material universe; the universe is like a prism with infinite facets, and echad (אחד: one[ness], unity, center, the beginning) shines through/permeates it like light, which can’t be touched, only felt. as humans, we’re tasked with tikkun olam: repairing the world, to make it as peaceful as possible.
i took several pages of notes while thinking about your question, but for the sake of brevity, i see judaism as one facet/way of connecting with G-d, and it’s the one i’m choosing. i’m definitely an old testament girlie: the G-d of snakes and toads and death is also the G-d of stars and oceans and life. the only way for anything to exist is for everything to exist! relativity is divine, dust to dust, etc. etc.
#*two jacked bouncers drag me away from the karaoke mike*#um but YEAH this only applies to me and everyone else can do whatever they want#thank you for asking ♥️#jumblr
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"Film programming, a key facet of film exhibition that is often overlooked in film theory and scholarship, I would argue, played a pivotal role in this shift toward queers loving queer “bad objects” that had long been accused of producing homophobic and transphobic injury, shame, self- loathing, and stigma. “Programming,” which I define as the practice of selecting and grouping films to be exhibited for a specific venue and anticipated audience, was, over time, able to change the meanings and affective associations of once offensive texts. Although there are several queer examples of this phenomenon, it is perhaps the ongoing programming of lesbian “bad objects” that presents the most complex case studies, given the intersection of gender and sexual oppression and the illuminating feminist reading strategies that had become especially prominent by the 1990s.
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I zero in on several specific programs to demonstrate how repertory programming, by way of repetition, leads to reparative relationships with individual films by continually putting them in relation to other films. As I will explain, this comes with time’s passing, as texts lose their relevance and intensity, but repeated programming and viewing also weakens a text’s unity or rigidity, making films riper to be treated by audiences as what Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick refers to as “part- objects” or what Richard X. Feng deems “scavenged bits and pieces,” those shards or fragments of texts that can unmake and remake attachments.The examples that follow help tell the story or explain how problematic texts were “reclaimed,” but the programming of films such as Daughters of Darkness or Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! also lend nuance to theoretical definitions of reparativity. The later relationships lesbian feminist audiences forged with these films reveal that the reparative position entails more than a simple reversal of the paranoid one.
"Reparative reading” has become a popular practice adopted by queer theorists of affect since Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick first employed Melanie Klein’s psychoanalytic concept in her essay, “Paranoid Reading and Reparative Reading; or, You’re So Paranoid, You Probably Think This Essay Is about You.” This essay, which urges critical theory to integrate joy, pleasure, and healing into its analyses of cultural texts, has also made some cameo appearances in film and media studies. Strangely, however, no one has considered it in relation to those films that have been maligned in the past but later exonerated. Reparativity is a less reactive and more robust framework for approaching the questions laid out here than the notion of “reclamation,” which suggests some kind of cultural ownership, or “negotiation,” which might in turn suggest wishful thinking and feeling on the part of the spectator. “Reparativity,” in my conception of the paradigm, is not meant to simply explain a kind of unadulterated pleasure that takes the place of negative feelings. It is not simply about “feeling good.” Reparativity, instead, leaves room for a messy plentitude of simultaneous spectatorial psychological and emotional states in which empowerment, ambivalence, and shame, among others, may cohabitate. Like Patricia White’s use of the psychoanalytic term “representability” instead of “representation,” “reparativity” over “reparation” here attempts to gesture at what is available and apprehensible— as an open question or a proposition— to a spectator, as an option that may prove enriching or insufficient, and that may change with time."
Marc Francis, For Shame!: On the History of Programming Queer Bad Objects
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I kind of feel like this *can't* mean Megumi is dead, because wowie. If he gets basically off-screened with absolutely zero resistance or death scene immediately after Gojo dies with "no ragrats :D" that's just next level bad writing for so many reasons.
I absolutely agree it'd be bad writing and just straight-up bullshit, but I'm no longer sure that's enough to make it...not happen, ya know?
I don't think it's 100% certain that Sukuna assuming his OG form means Megumi's gone for good, but the evidence so far does heavily favor that interpretation. In Chapter 199, the Angel states that her rationale for wanting to purge the incarnated players is that most of them will suppress and destroy the host's consciousness when they take over, consciously or otherwise.*
Suppression seems reversible. Destruction is another matter. Given how JJK keeps emphasizing the link between the body and the mind, plus their unity, I've assumed that the physical form changing to match the incarnated sorcerer indicates that the host soul is destroyed. Two elements in the narrative also support this: the Yorozu-Tsumiki affair and Sukuna retaining Megumi's appearance until now.
If Tsumiki had been utterly lost from the moment Yorozu incarnated, there wouldn't have been much of a point in Sukuna killing her using Megumi's body and CT. But since Yorozu retained Tsumiki's appearance, the implication seems to be that Tsumiki's soul was still there, suppressed, leading to Megumi's despair when Sukuna kills her.
Sukuna retaining Megumi's body reads similarly. The in-universe explanation may be a mix of practical and psychological—more the former, probably, since Sukuna is Sukuna. He needs the body to use the Ten Shadows and thus counter Satoru. At the narrative level, it leaves saving Megumi as an option for us readers and the other characters, and we know that, at least at the beginning, Satoru was trying to do that. Now that Sukuna no longer needs Megumi's CT (and most of the shinigami are gone anyway), he's back in his true form. Following the above line of logic, it means Megumi's gone.
But these are more inferences than concrete facts. As far I know/remember, it's never been explicitly stated that the vessel's appearance changing indicates their soul is destroyed. That said, I do think these are strong enough implications that negating them would read as a retcon.
This then leads to a situation where (i) if this isn't the case and Megumi can be restored somehow from Sukuna's OG form, it's bad writing, and (ii) if this is the case, and Megumi really is gone without any meaningful resistance, it's bad writing. This particular facet of the narrative is fucked anyway...along with many others, as we saw recently.
There's the secret third option that Megumi is buried inside Sukuna (heh) and will resist but ultimately die, but it'll still be in line with point (i) in terms of the writing, though more satisfying overall.
I think the best indicator of whether or not Megumi's still kicking is seeing if Sukuna can still use the Ten Shadows in this form. It should tell us whether the body and the CT engraved in it are still Megumi's or if Sukuna has wholly supplanted both.
*I'm going by the TCB translation since I can't access the Viz ones online and don't have this volume in print. Feel free to correct me if the official translation or the original Japanese adds further nuance.
(Also, "no ragrats :D" got a laugh out of me. We stay salty 🤝)
#ansimplegoose#i love my anons#i want to see megumi again#i am however too wary to hope#jjk 237#jjk spoilers#jjk leaks
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