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philosophybits · 5 months
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Faith is a marvel, and yet no human being is excluded from it; for that which unites all human life is passion, and faith is a passion.
Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
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atamh · 2 months
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Do you both realise that you are in public? @consult-sherlockholmes @consultjohnwatson
Some discretion is advised!
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vhscorp · 8 months
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Prends-moi la main et viens m’embrasser, ça me donne le sentiment d’exister…
V. H. SCORP
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allmvrk51 · 28 days
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garadinervi · 3 months
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Emily Barker, Bedroom wall (under the window), (drywall and wood), 2023 [Sentiment, Zürich. © Emily Barker]
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Exhibition: Emily Barker: ‘Wall Works’, Sentiment, Zürich, November 18, 2023 – January 13, 2024 (extended until January 27, 2024) [Photo: Philipp Rupp / Julien Gremaud]
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lunar-inkwell · 7 months
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i dont think there's a reflection fandom on tumblr so i will make one. um. watch reflection if you like ttrpg actual plays and/or sci-fi-fantasy lesbianism
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romaheroic · 7 months
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grrlmusic · 3 months
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Claire Rousay - Sentiment
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The Czech novelist Milan Kundera made a famous observation. ‘Kitsch,’ he wrote, ‘causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: how nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass!’ Kitsch, in other words, is not about the thing observed but about the observer. It does not invite you to feel moved by the doll you are dressing so tenderly, but by yourself dressing the doll. All sentimentality is like this: it redirects emotion from the object to the subject, so as to create a fantasy of emotion without the real cost of feeling it. The kitsch object encourages you to think ‘look at me feeling this; how nice I am and how lovable’. That is why Oscar Wilde, referring to one of Dickens’s most sickly death-scenes, said that ‘a man must have a heart of stone not to laugh at the death of Little Nell’.
- Roger Scruton, Confessions of a Heretic: Selected Essays
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philosophybits · 5 months
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Man is man the world over. This fact is affirmed and admitted in any effort to deny it. The sentiments we exhibit, whether love or hate, confidence or fear, respect or contempt, will always imply a like humanity. A smile or a tear has no nationality.
Frederick Douglass, "Our Composite Nationality (1869)"
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Chemical defect or no, it makes life more fun wouldn't you agree?
I do have to admit life would probably be quite boring even more boring if there was not a single feeling at all. No exhilaration after a solved case, no thrill and high of the chase, no feelings of success and accomplishment after catching a criminal. Would it even be fun to solve cases then if there was no feeling at all? Would there be any motivational force at all anymore in life without any chemical defects?
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vhscorp · 1 month
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L’amour, ce n’est pas seulement un sentiment, c’est aussi un choix assumé, et appréhender le monde avec amour, c’est commencer à le sauver…
V. H. SCORP
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bluelead35 · 1 year
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the folio of foliage
alhaitham’s birthday special. 
alhaitham x gn!reader 
mentions of cyno, tighnari, nahida, nilou, and kaveh, and the reincarination theory, hints of alhaitham’s lore relating to his grandmother 
fluff, sfw, birthday blues, comfort, memories, nostaglia, sentiment, friendship,  bittersweet, confession, friends to ??? 
heavily inspired by  @l00106​ with their alhaitham birthday art, hope you dont mind me tagging you! 
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In ancient civilizations and time gone by, many believers of the Scarlet King would bring offerings to celebrate the manifestation of the first appearance of their leader. They would bring fresh fruit from the forests, sing songs in front of the great mural of his Eye, and have great feasts. Even his fellow divine would join in on the festivities. The Greater Lord brought her presence to the desert to listen in and bring speciality items and songs, but also the Goddess of Flowers would put on a dance for the king. Despite Scarlet King’s hesitation towards his birthday celebrations, when both of his friends ceased to exist, he missed them dearly. 
But to cover up this feeling of sorrow, he would frown on these celebrations until the end of his rule and the fall of Gurabad. 
Alhaitham’s eyes scanned the pages of his book, sitting in a big blue chair that was placed in front of a large table sprawled out with books and papers. He had no time to dwell on the past, but he could never put aside his time for reading. The scribe understood the Scarlet King’s hesitation towards celebrations because at the grand scheme of life, fluff is only there for filler and that there was no true purpose to that. Only through logic and events that furthered life along directly was important. 
But to Alhaitham’s friends, they believed that birthday parties were crucial to life. It celebrated the way that Alhaitham was alive. .Alive enough to help the archon of his city. 
“Whatever do you mean Alhaitham’s birthday party? He has never struck me as the type to party?” Cyno’s voice was soft and quiet but you could hear it just fine over the ruckus in the cafe. A couple of students at the Akademiya were giggling and gossiping just thinking about Alhaitham. 
“I would love to participate. I could gather the ensemble for a special performance for him.” Nilou chimed in, setting down a few cups of coffee down on the table, smiling. 
Tighnari’s ears wiggled for a moment in thought as he came up with something. 
“We could get the archon to help.” Tighnari suggested, as Kaveh began to saunter in. 
“You, making a birthday celebration for that hermit?” Kaveh exclaimed, as Tighnari sighed. 
“Hermit" means someone who lives alone, Kaveh. He lives with you.” 
Kaveh rolled his eyes, sitting down next to you. 
“Like what do you see in him anyways?” This prompted you to look at Kaveh with the softest and tender look on your face. You chuckled, a light blush on your face, but then swallowed the feeling with a big gulp of coffee. 
“What do you mean? I just want to do something special for him. He saved the city from that godawful sage and the archon too.” You explained, as you received four looks from your friends. You brushed it off, as you began to initiate ideas for the celebration. 
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His fingers brushed the spine of an old book-probably as old as him or even older. He couldn’t even remember a time without it. A small smile crept on his lips in the secret confines of his office, seeing the old lettering written inside the cover. It was addressed to him and I could still remember the feeling he had when he received it. 
The sunlight was seeping through the home, as an older woman sat next to him. He tore apart the wrapper paper meticulously and was surprised with a book. Its green cover with gold lettering brought his attention to the title. He looked at the woman and smiled wide. 
He held the book close to him as a young child, being inspired to read everyday, and now as an adult, he would always carry it around. The memories were worth it to bear sadness, but again, it’s a part of life. Celebrations were not. 
He shut the book, seeing the title of it, The Folio of Foliage, and put it away for the time being, feeling a tear inside but quickly dismissed it. He heard a group of students giggling up on the elevator, as he rolled his eyes. 
“Excuse me, do you have an appointment?” He asked the young ladies as they shook their heads. 
“Oh no, we just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.” 
He nodded at the regards, having no emotional response to it, and then dismissed them. He kept his head down in his books until nightfall. 
He closed up his office to be met with the shiny diamonds in the sky. He wiped his brow over the amount of work he had finished, and began walking along the street until he heard someone call his name. 
Her green eyes smiled into his own, as she was sitting on a swing she had crafted. He looked at her in admiration and respect, as she smiled. 
“A little someone told me it was your birthday, and you worked the entire day?” She questioned, as he nodded. 
“I don’t see celebrations as being crucial to life.” He responded, as she smiled. 
“I suggest you head down to Zubayr Theatre anyways. Just follow the scent.” The archon smiled, as she disappeared. He sighed, rolling his eyes and walked down the road to find the theater lit up with fireflies from the forest. He expected grand collaborations of sorts, but it was just you. 
You stood proudly on the theater’s stage with a few flowers in your hair, and surrounded by presents. You smiled at his appearance. He looked up at you with his mouth slightly agape, as the stagelight floated above you. 
“What’s this all for?” He asked, looking up at you. You turned red at his gaze, and titled your head up to find your friends above in the curtains of the stage handling the technical details. 
“Your birthday. I know you don’t like celebrations, so I thought maybe this doesn’t count as one.”  You offered his hand up. 
“The others helped clear Grand Bazaar out, so it’s just us two.” You smile at him, as he takes your hand. The softness of his hand onto yours made you blush even more, but kept strong. 
There was a silence that arose between the two of you, just watching the fireflies together and seeing the stars float in the sky, as you took a chance. 
Leaning on his shoulder, you clear your throat, “Did you tear up today?” 
He looked at you in confusion, “Huh?” “Did you get sad at all today? You know, birthday blues.” You explained, as he rested his head onto yours. 
“I did, yes, but I guess it’s quite alright.” “It is. It’s okay to be sad on your birthday. It’s a day celebrating your birthday and well the sad things that come across. The past memories make it sad sometimes. The thought of remembering someone when they’re gone, but isn’t that crucial to life?” You chuckle, as his eyes widen in shock. 
“I guess you found me out.” 
He eyed the presents in the back and having a bit of a smile, “Hope you accept these from the others. The one’s decorated in purple are from Cyno, green are Tighnari, blue are Nilou and red is Kaveh.” 
Another form of silence. 
“Also would you accept my gift for you? I know it would never top your grandmother’s, but…”  You trail off, the light blush resurfacing. 
“Hm, what is it?” He seemed a bit distant, aloof maybe, but he was inside his mind trying to process all of this. You whisper in his ear before giving him a kiss on the cheek.  “Happy Birthday, Alhaitham.”
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garadinervi · 3 months
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Emily Barker, Bathroom wall (across from the sink), (drywall and wood), 2023 [Sentiment, Zürich. © Emily Barker]
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Exhibition: Emily Barker: 'Wall Works', Sentiment, Zürich, November 18, 2023 – January 13, 2024 (extended until January 27, 2024) [Photo: Philipp Rupp / Julien Gremaud]
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ourburrows · 3 months
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"How sickening... Such a brutish show of violence, what little respect given to her fellow creatures... Disgusting."
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"I can't believe how someone would associate with this."
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"Hi!"
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