if i have to read any variation of the sentiment "crowley doesn't care about the world, he only cares about himself and aziraphale" with my only human eyes ever again i will not be responsible for my actions
This is a rant, an oddly specific, very unnecessary Radio Silence rant
Okay so we all remember that one tumblr post in Radio Silence in which a user talked about how privileged and rude Aled was for criticizing the education system and not wanting to go to university
This post - and I know it's not real, I know the person who wrote it doesn't exist - makes me so mad every. Single. Time.
Like have you ever thought about the fact that some people are simply not made for university, some people are just fucking miserable when they're - yk - stuck in university, i mean having the privilege of being able to choose if you want to go to university also means having the privilege of being able to not go
Also just because you have the privilege of being able to go to university doesn't mean you can't criticize a system that is so obviously shit, like i'm sorry, but even as someone who actually kinda enjoys university i 100% think that we not only have the right, but also responsibility to criticize when we see deficiencies or problems in the education system
And what kind of weird whataboutism is this "You don’t want to go to university, because you know it would make you miserable and think that the education system is deeply flawed? Well what about people that can't go to university at all, you privileged prick? How dare you not want to be miserable for at least the next 3 years of your life!!!!" Like i'm sorry but that’s so idiotic i can't even
Just because you CAN go to university doesn't mean you have to, the privilege is that you have the choice, that it's your decision
Ten: Let me out! Let me out, Lost, do you hear me! Anya! Anya! Hello?
Ten: Hellooooo? (echoing)
Lost (as ten): Hello.
Ten: Gah. Oh, Marvelous. Why is it that when everything hits rock bottom I end up talking to myself?
Lost Ten: I thought it a good idea to take the appearance of one you’re more likely to listen to.
Ten: Ouch. Am I really that egocentric?
Lost Ten: Yes, Doctor, you are. And your willingness to sacrifice your life is more vanity than true selflessness.
Ten: Don’t try that one on me.
Lost Ten: I am not lying though, am I?
Listen I know it was forever ago but what if after lesson 16, whenever the brothers mention how much MC reminds them of Lilith Mc is like, “Who?”
They’re grateful for what she did and honestly I love the thought of them being the only one to see her ghost and they’re besties but like
This is to piss the brothers off and stop them from comparing. They can talk about her. But not compare. Lilith supports this and does not want her greatx70 grandchild to be a walking memory.
The tldr is my boss couldn't go to this meeting today so I got sent to represent our archive, and I was the only archivist there in a group of professors and PhD students (whose research is tangentially related to the contents of the archive) and I'm just ahhhh
On the one hand, it was great, sitting around a table talking research for a few hours over lunch, it's all the best parts of grad school seminars and I've missed having those kinds of discussions IMMENSELY and it feels like a missing piece of myself has been returned. Even just from mostly listening for the duration.
On the other hand. The sense of imposter syndrome not being a Real Academic. And the sense of loss and regret. Yes yes I didn't go for my PhD because health, finances, awful job prospects for classicists. But I LOVED grad school. I love my MA and learning and studying and being a student. I miss it terribly, even though I'm good at and enjoy my profession.
Even had health/finances not been a concern, I'd never have been able to decide on a focused research topic for a dissertation. My interests are too broad. They're not even limited to classics. I'm bouncing between life changing academic interests constantly, and each one is foundational and obsessive, in its own way. I joked to Atlas this week that I was supposed to be born a foppish renaissance dilettante, but it's not even really a joke.
I know. I KNOW. My unlived lives aren't real. They shouldn't haunt me. The me that exists is de facto the best version of me because it's the ONLY me that exists. And life doesn't have to be perfect it just has to be Good. And it is good. But also. Why can't I be a full-time student just learning, never having to publish, but also an archivist and information professional, but also a mutual aid volunteer and praxis oriented person, and Also have time for hobbies like crafting and novel reading and video games, and things like cooking and gardening and strength training.
I'm aware that harmonizing and coming to peace with the multitudinous aspects of the self is the work of a lifetime but also I want it to happen /now/
this stuff was so full of worms—and so stiff—that soldiers in the american civil war had to dump it in boiling pork fat to soften in. and when they did that, usually a bunch of little worms and critters come spilling out of this little bread brick, and they mix it up and make a slurry with their rock bread and boiled bugs. it consistently caused stomach and diarrhea issues among soldiers fighting then.
so. headcanon time!!
warriors, when he served in the army, used to eat hardtack rations like this. (wild did too, because that stuff lasts forever and it’s cheap af and could reasonably still be used in his time, but whether or not he remembers eating it is up for debate). so after all that disgusting tooth-breaking food rations, he’s always grateful to have a cooked meal, even if it’s a bit concerning like hyrule’s er…soup.
it’s a bit extreme and a but unusual to the others, but having to eat those awful “long lasting” foods for months on end made warriors incredibly conscious of the quality meals he ate each day, and he always makes sure to go out of his way to express his thanks to whoever cooks no matter what. it’s rather wholesome, especially after wild gets confused by warrior’s continued (and somewhat overbearing) thanks and the two of them end up talking and getting closer as warriors explains everything to wild
me when sudden inspiration strikes and I'm typing vampire wilmon scenes into my little google doc at the library instead of reading for my courses tomorrow
gee, tsumugi! how come team danganronpa let you have THREE protagonists??
or as i like to call this drawing "i needed everyone to know that yeah sure i ship them, but also i find the fact that v3 has three characters who are all protagonists in their own separate ways really interesting and i think it's a fun parallel and they're a cool trio. also what if they kissed though"
Malia is trying to be nice, but she’s not good at it. She doesn’t really remember how to be. The Remake got rid of the puncture wounds in her thigh where the bear trap got her, smoothed out her hair until it was no longer matted to her head, scrubbed her skin raw and clean, but it couldn’t fix the way she didn’t feel right in her body anymore. She became something else, in there, something wild and terrified. Somewhere in that arena, Malia forgot how to be human. Now she’s just an animal in a girl’s skin. Empathy is a lot to ask for from something like her.
(Malia is the youngest victor in Hunger Games history. Now she has to live with it.)
catie hello :))) roman empire seb nando au?? saw the sketch you made during suzuka & would love to hear your thoughts!! <3
Aaaah Claire hello!!!! I think you're talking about this one, right?
I joked in the tags "Hadrian and Antonius who?????"so I guess that would be the basis??? Seb is a favorite lover of Fernando's and when he dies, Fernando deifies him 😥
This Seb is obv from a different au, but this would be how I'd vizualize them: