#conceptually speaking.

[hauntedmoors]

everybody’s always complaining about wot’s lengthy descriptions like speak for yourselves,,, I was personally on the edge of my seat everytime the characters travelled to a new city and sighed in relief when robert finally started describing the food and popular fashion, detailed the city’s unique architecture and the kinds of tiles used for roofing, described the weather, the various modes of transportation, gave a rundown on the governing system, and explored the endemic social tensions. then I would reread those descriptions all over again.

#and I was sad when those descriptions ended to do plot things! #in my opinion his humor is simultaneously his strongest and weakest suite because it can make or break your reading experience when it #enters the distasteful territory. #if you expected good romances from him it’s a you problem. I hated every single romance on page although I think they worked beautifully #conceptually speaking. #if you got in because of the characters: okay. I hated every single one of them except moiraine for the first two books. I liked mat while #reading the third book. I finally grew fond of the characters in the fourth book. #<- girl who got into wot because of the worldbuilding and you can tell I guess #text #wheel of time

[yarrowleef]

hey, hold up, hang on

I was doing some random wiki research about Midnight, and I came across this???? apparently there were bonus info videos released with The Last Hope's ebook?

look, this is decade old info, and maybe everyone already knows and stopped caring years ago but like??? I don't think I knew this?? this is news to me!!!

time stamp 1:00 - 2:10

Midnight was supposed to be the twist villain for OotS?? are u kidding me so much of why I remember the last Hope being anticlimactic is because nothing interesting happened, the bad ghosts had been saying "we're going to do a big attack" for books and books, and then they just did that big attack exactly as we had been told and it was the same as any other Big Battle scene and there wasn't really any more interest to the plot. This kind of plot twist might have actually added something interesting to that book!

And Vicky makes it sound like she had this plan for a long time? it was even going to tie back to Midnight secretly having a hand in the badger attack in arc 2?

THIS!? This is why she told Sol that info about the eclipse?? and then never explained why??? Like!!!! is this why Sol was Like That!?? a guy set up to be a big mysterious deal, but then he didn't really do anything and just fizzled out of existence??? because he was conceived of for an idea that was scrapped before going anywhere, but he was already sort of part of a (presumably already started) plot mid PoT so it was too late to cut him 'cause they still needed SOME minor antagonist there to fill pages, right? .... but he had no where to go and no (good) reason to do anything, no ending, since HIS BOSS, his Motive, suddenly stopped existing as a concept??? bro??? no wonder his random tie to SkyClan felt so unfitting as a reasoning for this kind of villain

Erica!! Erica wtf!! I don't care if it felt absurd, absurd is better then underwhelming! so what if Midnight was nice and helpful to some cats, maybe she has complex feelings about certain clan cats despite still secretly wishing to unleash chaos on the society as a whole for personal reasons, heaven forbid there be a complicated villain :'(

anyway I am going to be thinking about this lost timeline forever.

#warrior cats #warrior cats midnight #wc midnight #this is a joke. sort of. I mean I dont know erica sussman or the full situation #i mean erica was also very wrong about brambleclaw though. #but i also have no idea HOW exactly Vicky pitched this reveal to her editor #maybe the way she wanted to do it was executed in such an unbelievable way that it felt like the best call to be like 'no' #but CONCEPTUALLY? #I am having SO MANY IDEAS about how Midnight could have potentially been used as a surprise villain!! screaming! #the way that i am having Thoughts about incorporating this into my fanfic rn #yarrow speaks #Youtube

[kenobihater]

my old star wars mutuals are like siblings-in-arms to me. if you've been around since the beginning of my blog back when mando was good and we still posted about it during s2? we've been forever bonded by our shared service in the discourse trenches. if you remember the ENDLESS cult discourse, the frog egg discourse, the birth of dincobb, the recanonization of jaste(r mereel), the helmet discourse 1.0, the finale marking the decline of the show as a whole, the helmet discourse 2.0 post finale, and the birth of dinluke?? man. i would do ANYTHING for you. you get me on a visceral level. our mutualship has been forged in fire and flame.

#len speaks #if you recognize not just some of these but ALL of these? you should be entitled to a veteran's discount 🫡🫡🫡 #we've both been thru a hell no civilian can conceptualize #not that it was all terrible or anything. my moots had top tier posts. but the tags were like an active warzone no exaggeration #i incurred SOOOOOO much psychic damage for frequenting those tags 😕

[dirtytransmasc]

[TW implied/referenced rape/forced consent]

did Alicent call for her mother? did she ask her, a woman she thought was so wise and all knowing, why? why it happened to her? why her father betrayed her so? why this man who was so much older than her, looked at her with such empty lustful eyes? did she silently pray for her mother when Viserys raped her, night after night, begging for her to save her? did she imagine her mother walking next to her as she made her way to Viserys's chambers, knowing what was to happen, unable to change her fate? did she scream for her during labor, begging for her to be by her side, to hold her hand, to make the pain stop? did she cry for her mother when she was raising a child, while still a child herself, another on the way, clueless as to what to do? did she ask her for advice? did she beg for forgiveness cause she was failing her children? did she kneel at the Sept till it hurt more than she could bear, trying to feel her mother's arms around her? did she take Aegon? Helaena? Aemond? Daeron? did she take them with her to pray, to get to know her mother? did she have to hold them still and remind them to be quiet in such a place? did she hold them close as she told them stories of her?

did she ever think of Aemma? she must have, she must have when Viserys forced her into the late queen's robes, she must have when he frequently called her by the wrong name, when he sought her hand in marriage before his mourning period had even ended. did she beg for Aemma's forgiveness? was she sorry for what Viserys was doing to her? did she blame herself? did she feel guilty for having a healthy son on the first try, for having 4 healthy babes? did she tell her kids of her? did she share her memories of Aemma with them? did she question how she managed to be with Viserys for so long? how she lost so much cause of that man yet pain and anger never once flashed in her eyes? did she think of the last conversation she heard from her, about the child bed and royal wombs, often?

#im having a moment #its fine #im fine #not reflecting on my mommy issues as we speak #definitely not projecting them onto alicent #no no no why would you ask? #the (conceptual. since hotd never explored it) bond between Alicent. her mom. and Aemma is something that can be so personal #like did she think of them? did she bury her memories? did she seek forgiveness or mercy? #I need to know #how deep did Alicent's guilt run? #how desperate was she to have her mother back #please hotd writers please I'm desperate #alicent hightower #aemma targaryen #I can't even find a concept name for Alicent's mom (she deserves a name) #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #anti viserys i targaryen #anti otto hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #going mad. chewing my own leg like a dog. shaking uncontrollably. seeking gods mercy. help

[moonshynecybin]

fco ‼️‼️

okay damn!! short fic (1kish) for forced coming out au set near the end of the story when vale has realized some THINGS ! (not everything. especially about marc's feelings for him...) and they ARE fucking again... which of course is righttttt when hondayamaha PR are like. okay you two can break up now ! and vale's like yall mind if i fall on this sword real quick. would that be fun.

“So, we think that at the end of the season you two should be in the clear to go your separate ways, we’ve built out a separation schedule for you both to use, and emailed it to you and Marc as well. As long as you keep it relatively civil after that, we think we can call the last year a success.”

“This is—“ Vale flips the page back over, finished with it. He looks back at the bland smile of the PR person. She's very nice.

He hates her.

But he knew what this was, going in. It shouldn’t surprise him when he’s reminded of what it’s not.

He gestures at the folder in front of him, smile still easy on his face, his pulse rabbiting anxiously in his throat. He asks for clarification. Finds he needs it, badly.

“This is permission to stop? To break up?”

“Yes!” She says cheerfully, like it’s exciting, and Vale knew that was probably going to be her answer, but he still feels like he’s been cut off at the knees, cold water trickling it’s way down his spine. He digs his nails into one of his palms, making sure his expression doesn’t change.

She keeps speaking.

“You two have done an incredible job, and we got together with the PR team at Honda,” She gestures at Marc, somewhere to the left of Vale’s elbow. “And they agree. After the season ends you can start to move apart. You can put it all behind you.”

Like it never happened, Vale hears, and he twitches.

He should have expected this, but he didn’t. He thought that it would be up to Marc and him, when they wanted to call things off. That they could keep up this equilibrium that had the two of them balancing on an edge as sharp as a razor. Push and pull, living in anticipation of a deadline that some part of him thought would never come.

Like it never happened.

What was his relationship with Marc before all this? He knows it well enough, created most of it. The shape that it took, those last few months of the season. All the resentment. What he did to it. The way Marc had folded in on himself for weeks.

He’s only started to act like himself again recently, open and happy with the press, with Vale.

What would it look like, returning to what it was? What would it feel like, to pretend it never happened?

He scratches at the side of his face. He wants to vomit. He doesn't. He shifts a little, glances over at Marc beside him for the first time since the beginning of the conversation. He needs more information on how to react, which way to spin this, where Marc might be, when he thinks about a life without Vale.

And Marc isn’t necessarily hard to read, at this point, though there are nuances that he can— and has—missed. Álex, for instance, always seems to know, seems to have a handle on the degrees of Marc’s smile, the tone of his laugh, when he’s upset or not. But Vale is a more recent student. Has only found it necessary to apply himself this last year or so, obsessing over the angle of his eyebrows and the lines around his mouth, the way he forms his words. The timbre of his voice. Anything to perform better, to gauge how he’s feeling, to perfect the picture, find out what Vale can do for him. A catalog of Marc. 

And right now— Marc’s back is ramrod straight, unnaturally so. He is fidgeting with his hands.

No part of him is touching Vale.

Vale’s stomach bottoms out, he flicks his eyes back to the page in front of him. Thinks. Reviews.

His face, just now. The slight pinch of his posture. The inches between their bodies.

Vale had pressed his knee against him earlier. He must have moved away, sometime in the course of the conversation.

Vale glances back.

Marc looks serious, like he’s staring down the beginning of a race. His face is calm, remote, and the PR lady doesn’t seem to notice, but Vale sees the cracks show through. A stark contrast to the way he was last week, sprawled out in the sheets of Vale’s bed, loose and relaxed, the sun playing on the muscles of his back. Vale had licked a hot stripe up his spine, and Marc had shivered, ticklish. When Vale had placed a hand against the spaces of his ribs, he had laughed, and Vale could feel it against his hand. Had pressed his nose to the warmth of Marc’s skin, breathing deep. Had almost let himself think it was something he could keep.

But here and now, there’s none of that, erased in the gray light of the conference room. Marc’s shoulders have inched their way up around his ears, and he’s jittery, frenetic, picking at his cuticles. His jaw jumps when Vale speaks, brittle, like he’s bracing for something. A hit, maybe. A crash. Marc hasn’t looked this way in months. Since— Probably since Sepang, last year. Maybe Qatar, this season, before that first press conference. Staring down the field of cameras ahead of him.

A thought occurs to Vale, sudden and sickening.

He must be nervous about the breakup. Worried about the media backlash. Vale’s fans. About what people will do to them if they decide Vale hates him again. About going back to that.

Vale thumbs at the paper edge of timeline, stares at the logical sequence of steps. Plan for the Dissolution of Relationship, he reads in clinical font. Calculated to let them both get out of this with minimal damage, please the advertisers. An amicable break up. Mutual, they’ll call it.

But Vale was listening earlier, and he knows it’s not good enough— doesn’t do enough to ease the way. It'll just set them back where they were in the off-season, when Marc was losing sponsors and everyone knew that a photo of him on his knees might be enough to keep him off the bike for good. All because of Vale. And he can’t— that’s not an option.

“What if I'm seen out with someone else, at a bar or a club?” He says, and the eyebrow of the PR lady shoots up. “Would that make it cleaner for us?”

She tilts her head, considering it. Infuriatingly placid. Vale wants to scream.

“Well, you would certainly be in the tabloids again for a few days, and you’d have to be careful not to be too public about it, but–” She ends it by giving him a knowing glance that makes him feel like live ants are crawling under his skin. He doesn’t want to be seen with anyone else. He wants— “That would send a message! If you think it would make things simpler and faster, we won’t stop you if you want to do it.”

“Two weeks you said?” Vale interrupts, before she can open up the conversation any more. He needs to know how long he has left, how long Marc will— how long before he has to see Marc with anyone else. How long he can expect to be able to roll over in the middle of the night and watch him breathe. Count his lashes until he falls back to sleep.

And two weeks is—that’s. That's no time at all. That's a blink, a heartbeat. And Marc will be able to leave, like he wanted to at the beginning, and it’ll go back to how it was. In the off-season, when they weren’t talking.

The world feels distant and immediate all at once, and Vale can see the future stretch out ahead of him—polite smiles on podiums. Spraying champagne anywhere but at each other. Bland platitudes about respect in press conferences. Pretending that he hasn’t seen the freckles on Marc’s back play against his eyelids every time he's closed his eyes since Phillip Island last year 

“Two weeks, yes, and then you two can go your separate ways.” She says, and Marc shifts beside him. He hasn’t pulled further away, hasn’t put any more space between the two of them, but he’s being very quiet. Deliberately so. Cards close to his chest, clamming up like he does, like he did when Vale confronted him after Sepang. When he told him he’d only be remembered for that. They’ve both made sure that’s not the case, now.

Vale leans back in his chair and lets their arms brush, trying to get a read on him, do something— and Marc’s drawn like a bowstring, the muscle of his bicep so taught against Vale’s it feels inorganic—steel or brick. Something hard and immovable. Vale doesn’t look at him, doesn’t want to see his face. That would feel like open heart surgery.

Marc will be okay without him. He was always going to go, competition was always going to find a way between them. But he’s just like Vale, was born to ride a bike, and Vale can’t—won’t— let himself be the reason Marc is getting torn apart by the press again. Won’t let himself be the reason Marc can’t be in the paddock. Can’t be on the track, getting in Vale’s way.

He can’t be the reason this is all Marc gets remembered for.

He takes a deep breath.

“I can find someone by then.” He says.

And he feels Marc shift, and pull away from him completely.

#the arrogance coming off vale STILL lol. marc like you left me. AGAIN?? vale like i was being noble!!!! #this isnt in line with the intial conception of this fic BUT. im havin fun. what if vale was real stupid. trying to protect marc #but still not entirely conceptualizing what was so hurtful about sepang... it wasnt JUST the media. idiot. #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #forced coming out au #my fic #it really is like marc is not physically in his lap the entire convo and vale freaks out so bad he detonated the entire thing….

[pollenallergie]

“do the hardest task first”

no. just… no.

hot take: this doesn’t work for people with adhd (in my experience/from what i’ve heard from other people with adhd in my life). i recommend doing the easy/moderately difficult stuff first, that way you can convince yourself that it’s all going to be this easy and undemanding. then hyper-focus will kick in because your brain is like, “yeah, we can do this, we’ve got this.” then, before you know it, you’ve completed both the easy tasks and the hard tasks while hyperfocusing.

like, on a serious note, it’s always been easier for me to convince myself to get the most difficult tasks done when i’m already working/in the working frame of mind, not when i’m laying in bed or sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through stuff on my phone, and struggling to start at all.

if the choice comes down to you not starting at all or starting with the easiest task first (which, for me, it often does), always, always pick starting with the easiest task first. sometimes you need a small victory, a little bit of an accomplishment, to give you the courage to take on bigger challenges.

#adhd #audhd #in my experience… ‘study tips’ or ‘time management tips’ from neurotypical people will almost never work for us #they don’t conceptualize time the same way we do #they don’t look at challenges the same way we do #it’s okay to take bits and pieces of their advice #ya know… whatever parts of it work for you #but don’t think that you have to use all the strategies and programs that they do to be successful #because you don’t #all that fake business soft skills/mental health guru/grind mindset stuff is total bullshit #pick strategies that speak to/work for you #it’s okay to fail at things and to have to try again #it’s okay to make mistakes and not get shit done sometimes #sometimes you need a fucking break #it’s okay to start with the easy stuff first and just ease your way into being productive #it’s okay to hyperfocus and work for hours on end sometimes #if it’s hard for you to take breaks when you’re studying and you feel like you learn better if you stay in that hyperfocused zone #than just go until the hyperfocus wears off #then take a break… eat… nourish your body… take care of yourself… and come back later #maybe later is later on that day #maybe later is tomorrow #either way is completely fine #do what works best for you #work with your neurodivergent brain… no against it #pol’s diary <3

[invidiatechdemo]

think people should draw more dramatic art of kairi with the damn master xehanort 'some pronounce it kye'' thing especially since like.

"Death... A letter that spells endings." when kairi's game chronologically is the last game in the 'dark seeker saga'. in the world of kingdom hearts her name is literally x-ri basically, and she capstones the series with her presence.

#nomura i am handing you money to make good on the audacious stuff that you ended up implying re: kairi. #seriously though if you think there's nothing going on w/ kairi you flat-out have not been paying attention. <3 #the issue is the writers do not like her so they keep writing stuff that should make kairi conceptually /bonkers/ but then refuse to linger #like. TECHNICALLY SPEAKING. kairi is 1/20th of a legendary sword. #and while the new seven lights thing is whatever i think kairi being that /consistently/ is wild. #invidia hort talk

[bonyfish]

When I was in the operating theater for my top surgery and my surgeon was doing his little last minute adjustments to the arcane sigils that had been drawn on my chest, I made a comment about how it was like he was putting darts in, and he was like, "yeah, I'll go ahead and add some ruching while I'm at it" and I was so delighted and I still think of that little joke when I'm applying my various healing balms

#me posts #wild that you can just take stuff out and move stuff around and put it all back together again and keep being alive #i don't know about medicine but i do know about sewing and i like that there is overlap #conceptually speaking

[ghouljams]

Hi! I do not want to bother you but I just wanted to know if you are going to write more about viking!Soap in the future, it is really good

I am! I'm working on the next chapter, it's taking me a little while because I'm bouncing between that and the next Sin Summer update, but I'm absolutely going to keep writing for Viking!Soap. We haven't gotten to any of the real romance yet!! I can't stop now!!!

#ghoul speaks #we also haven't gotten to the like.... #scenes that I wrote when I was first conceptualizing this au #I already have the climax written we just have to get there

[dennisboobs]

blacked out and came to with a document full of macden

#ada speaks #ada writing macden in 2024........ hm #its all dennis introspection but i have a Plan #the funny thing abt macden is that mac is so goddamn dense i can commit to usual den shenanigans #charlie is way too perceptive it doesn't usually work #i will laugh if i manage to post this before any of my longass fics #its. playing with some concepts i have used before (i will say. victoria being conceptualized as an entirely separate person.) #i find den's separation of self really fascinating bc for me the trans experience has been. hm #playing a part for the masses but knowing who i am beneath that #its opposite for dennis but also the same. he doesn't see vicky as himself but he doesn't have a core either #he's a shell hosting her in his body but she also feels like the most authentic version of the self #and thus. gender euphoria. very weird and complicated gender euphoria. #one dennis holds himself back from expressing to its fullest extent #what was i talking about again #oh yeah macden. that's there too. i think probably den's gonna put the moves on mac but i haven't decided how itll go..... #this fic is just dennis doing psych student brain things thinking abt mac and their relationship and breaking it all down

[genderstudiesnatural]

the thing i really enjoy about crowstiel is that they're both bitches, in such different ways. like crowley is snarky and overly sarcastic, and cas has the world's driest wit and rolls his eyes. and so them interacting is always so competitive (mostly 'cause of dean, narratively) and their energy drives me insane

#i enjoy crowstiel conceptually. don't think i could really read fics about it but i wan to put them under a microscope #season 6 you gave us that #and some in season 12 #pb speaks #crowley macleod #castiel

[joeyridersvoid]

I know people hate on conceptual modern art + that’s totally fine + none of my business but GOD personally I fucking love art that has to be explained. I love when a pile of candy or a line on paper or a bunch of crystals on pedestals become something tangibly more, something important, just because someone told you what it means to them. Anything can be a symbol and sure, maybe that doesn’t make it art, but being able to feel the connection someone else feels to an object, because they let you in on it? That’s something so distinctly human. An AI can make a beautiful drawing of a flower, but it can’t tell you “the touch of the air from this fan is the only touch I’ll ever feel from my lover again. He was stolen from me and I am sharing all I have left of him with you” and mean it. A portrait or a sculpture that exists to be objectively beautiful, or an undescribed work where you can choose your own meaning is awesome, but someone sharing their own meaning with you and letting you hold it in your hands…. that moment when their perspective clicks with yours, and suddenly you’re looking at this work of art where a moment ago there was a pointless object — this thing that means so much now — it meant nothing until someone gave you a lens to see it through, and now you care just because they cared… that’s high art to me and it always will be.

#idk who I’m talking to but I had a lot of feelings at the museum today #it speaks #art #modern art #conceptual art

[moonshynecybin]

Sometimes I just randomly stop and remember that the age gap between Luca and Marc is only like 3 years and it hurts my brain a little cause because of the success he had I though he’d be a lot older than the grid but he’s really not.

makes me laugh that vale and marc’s little brothers are born within like a year of each other. MEANWHILE

#rosquez age gap an interesting conceptual playground #shout out to vale’s real life partner who was in fact also born in 1993. which could mean. nothing. #callie speaks #motogp #asks

[silent-scribbs]

A thought

#my art #art #sketch #traditional art #welcome home #welcome home comic #comic sketch #rough sketch #welcome home au #LD Wally? #perhaps? #welcome home art #wh wally #wally darling #fanart #fan comic #hmmmm #conceptualizing as we speak

[nadineross]

getting preemptively anxious about western “leftists’” excitement over iran bombing israel in retaliation. this is not bloodsport. your MENA friends and acquaintances are going to be disproportionately affected by this. ffs.

#🕸️.txt #i can only speak from an iranian pov but. post-9/11 racism part TWO #all bc americans cannot fucking conceptualize palestinians as human beings. l #im just so tired. any MENA-americans also just so fucking tired?

[cybersodas]

Finally, after individually gilding 660 cards, everyone’s orders tarot cards have been packed and prepped for shipping!! I can’t wait for everyone to receive their orders, and when you do, please don’t hesitate to post photos and tag me! I’d love to see how everyone feels about the final product!

I want to thank everyone again for their support and their patience- I couldn’t have seen this project to the end without your help, and I really really hope you all like them!

And of course, Thanks for stopping by the Cybersoda Shop!

#speaking in binary #shop announcement #after working on this project for like upwards of TWO MONTHS im so happy to finally see it fully conceptualized #the cards turned out so GOOOOODDDD I RLY HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THEM!!!!