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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.

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Utenablogging: Why Anthy Keeps Vanishing From Her Clothes

She enters the gondola as a schoolgirl, but she vanishes and the clothes fall to the ground, and the roses grow through her clothes because Anthy is not that carefree, smiling person. She’s not there. The roses are the beautiful illusion of the rose bride that fill her place.

Her rose bride outfit falls away from the couch to reveal her disheveled and naked when Nanami sees Akio abusing her. The noble rose bride Utena fights for is not the real Anthy. She’s not there, either.

And her princess dress falls empty to the ground after she betrays Utena, because she’s not there, either.

The Anthy caught up in swords is Anthy’s “witch” self-identity, created by self-loathing and punished eternally for the crime of stealing the Prince from the world by being his victim. She is nearly naked except for the swords, which she wears as her final empty costume, and she is the last illusion to vanish. She’s not even there.

the real Anthy has been in the coffin, naked and without illusions or costumes, all this time, and Utena has never seen her before.

She’s not an innocent and carefree schoolgirl. Empty costume.

She’s not a mystical rose bride to be fought over. Empty costume.

She’s not a betraying princess. Empty costume.

She’s not a witch who deserves to be punished. The swords are another empty costume.

She’s just a scared girl in the dark, finally choosing to come out into the light after someone took the time to meet her as herself instead of one of her many costumes.

world revolution: granted.

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Logis du Feés, France by Sies Kranen

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Emma of Normandy Vikings: Valhalla S2E3

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Perseids   -     Greg Mort , 2015

American, b.1952-

Watercolour on paper , 24 x 24 in.

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From JaME World

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why does everyone on frevblr call Robespierre 'Maxime'. that's not your friend that's a 200 year old dead man. it's Maximilien François Marie Isidore to YOU

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More than a millennium before Ferdinand Magellan landed in the archipelago that he called Filipinas, the islands were filled with thriving communities, ruled by their respective datu (rulers). They have sophisticated pottery and artifacts developed from trading with the surrounding civilizations in this part of the world. There was no extensive documentation on these cultures because of the lack of a permanent source of writing material, but one thing is certain—they are exceptional goldsmiths. 

One day in April 1981, a local named Edilberto Morales working with heavy machinery for an irrigation project in the province of Surigao del Sur found what turned out to be 22 pounds of gold artifacts. Morales quietly took home his stash on a rice sack and covered them with bananas. He wasn't sure what to do with the artifacts, so he entrusted them to the local priest. As words of the discovery got out, buyers and looters flocked to the village. Before long, the treasure was gone.

Fortunately, most of them made their way to the few buyers who could afford to buy them—the Central Bank and prominent people in the capital.

The items dated back to the 10th through the 13th centuries. The most prominent artifact is a sash made of  3,860 grams of gold. This piece was likely worn by an important datu during key rituals. The sash is made of tightly braided gold wires and beads woven to assemble a four-cornered halter with a slit on one end, perhaps to hold a ceremonial weapon.

It was likely made for ceremonial purposes, but no one can be sure. Similar golden regalia have been used by the Brahmin caste in India.

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Too many of my neighbours have gotten themselves caught up in a false idea of success. White picket fences. Two-point-three-five children. A career that advances. All of these things are impossible now, for a variety of reasons that all rhyme with the sentence "rich people said no."

That's what we in the engineering world call "a constraint." Engineers are used to rich people getting upset about things like properly bolted-on fenders, fully-welded roll cages, and not having a big ol' hole in the side of the space shuttle. They want to hold onto as much of their ill-gotten blood money as possible. Your job is to subtly undermine them, working around the specific letter of their wording to implement the best shit possible. This is because everyone knows that if anything goes wrong, your ass is the one that's getting in trouble instead of Uncle Pennybags.

So, how do we make irrelevant the fact that the limitless promise of capitalism is, at best, an illusion? Getting real weird with it is my usual choice. Human creativity can come up with any number of totally unprofitable but somewhat enjoyable endeavours that you can be doing, instead of work for The Man.

Sure, they're gonna catch you and yell at you for doing things like "spot-welding together some reclaimed yard-lantern batteries on your company-approved ergonomic productivity pod's work-surface." Take heart: HR had to learn a whole lot of words to write up that complaint. They are irreversibly changed by that encounter. Maybe one day, the trauma will resurface in a strange way, and they'll start collecting old tractor tires, building a model train layout, or throwing tinfoil-wrapped rocks at the Amazon drones charging on the overhead power lines. That can be your legacy. Now isn't that a lot better than having to remember how to maintain a lawnmower?