it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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steve poking fun at eddie whenever his southern upbringing sneaks its way out is my new favorite thing to think about. his accent, a little bit of a drawl, comes out after a few drinks or when he gets overly excited or when he's angry. better yet, eddie will say things that steve has just never heard of and finds it too entertaining having him repeat certain things.
"okay, okay, just humor me this one last time!" he'll say and eddie will roll his eyes but he'll play along because, damnit, he'll do anything to see his boy belly laugh. "you're going grocery shopping. it's a big shop and you know you can't carry it all so... what is it that you need to help?"
and steve will be all barely held back giggles, eyes crinkling into crescents before he's even begun to really laugh and he looks like a kid waiting to catch santa claus.
and eddie will sigh, laying it on thick by rolling his eyes once more for good measure and crossing his arms over his chest before muttering out, "... a buggy, steve. you need a gotdamn buggy."
seeing steve bend over to cackle is worth any sort of humiliation eddie thinks could ever come from showing his true colors and laughs along with him, his own smile wide and bright as he pushes into steve's space so he can press a kiss to his crinkled cheek.
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I’m gonna try to say this without sounding weird… okay?
Another reason why I like Barbatos so much as an Archon is that he is the type of god I would want for me.
He’s so human-like that it’s easy to forget he’s a god. He actively interacts with humans regularly to understand their culture, and he encourages “rest” and “joy” in life through a strong drinking culture and “whimsical” lifestyle.
It really is about finding joy in an everyday life.
Not only that, but he actively participates in putting on events to further this motto, most recent case scenario: The Poetry Event!
It’s these small things that he partakes in that encourages his people to grow and learn new things/try new things while—most importantly—having fun (!) that portray a god that is FOR the people first and foremost. Remembering that even though it’s simple (ish. Poetry is hard, sometimes, to me LOL), it is something new and exciting and breaks that monotonous life cycle.
He’s also a god that doesn’t “hover”; he’s there if you really need him but, otherwise, you have to fight your own battles. You need to grow; you need to realize your own strength by not having him around all the time.
Sure, he pokes fun at himself in these instances, sleeps so often that he really isn’t there all the time, is a drinker, etc., that it’s almost hard to see him as a god at all. He is so human.
You’re only reminded he’s a god when you realize he’s had a whole life, and several lives, really, before this one.
So, perhaps the reason he’s so appealing as a god is because he doesn’t really act like one at all. He acts like a “good” and humble human.
I suppose those that you find similarities in are what attracts you, so maybe that plays a part in Venti’s appeal. (Aka his human similarities)
On the other hand, Zhongli is probably best in encompassing the picture of a god: strong, capable, ready to step in but also ready to test his people “if they’re worthy” of standing on their own.
Ei is… a god in the sense that she’s feared. Untouchable. Hard to see any likeness in her to a human, so, she is, indeed, separate from her people.
Nahida holds knowledge so unfathomable and intangible that she is otherworldly, but due to her age, she is hard to compare to an “otherworldly god” and more seems like “another power”/“oracle”/“great other being” to seek out advice but to never quite “worship”—or at least, that’s what the Archon quest felt like to me.
Focalors is… well, she is painted to be the one imitating a god—down to the dotted ‘i’ where she puts on a bravado with none of the power to back it up. By all means, she should be the feared god, the powerful and interesting one that has an iron hand and all-wisdom—as if she plays both Nahida and Zhongli at once—but her power is that of a Venti, an everyday man that speaks ostentatious language to intimidate but never follows up on his word—for now. She’s just getting started, after all.
(Note: haven’t played the continuance of the Archon Quest at this time)
I guess it depends on how you define a god, which is why these portrayals are all so unique. It would then also depend on each individual to pick which one is the most appealing god to you—a protector, one with wisdom, a feared god, one that is active and fascinating, or—the one that blends in with its people.
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One thing that will never not be funny about the Electric Callboy fandom on here is how much people are thirsting and gushing over these guys who, to me as a German, are very much Just Some Dudes. Like I cannot stress enough how Some Guys they are. I don't care how big they get, they will always have the vibes of a bunch of Deep West German dudes who drank too much beer with their homies and accidentally shenaniganed their way into fame. And don't get me wrong, I am here for it, but it's just so so so funny.
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