#contact is crisis

[luthienne]

rosanna warren, "eclogue" / wendell berry, "marriage" / ada limón, "the unbearable"

#wendell berry #marriage #rosanna warren #eclogue #ada limón #parallels #words #poetry #typography #it is healing it is never whole...... god #there's no return from a red like that #contact is crisis

[butchermybigheart]

— Sally Rooney, Normal People: A Novel

#quotes #lit #irish lit #normal people #normal people: a novel #contact is crisis #sometimes love has teeth

[rellasnowheenim]

Rónán Hession, from “Panenka”

[text ID: “Panenka could sense Marie-Thérèse and Arthur just inches away from him; their easy proximity felt extravagant, given how scarce it would soon become. If only there was a way of storing and rationing it so that he need never have to miss them. Habituated loneliness was bearable, but the heart was not built to endure glimpses of what it could never truly have. / His mind became a parliament of fractions.”]

#words #quotes #Panenka #rónán hession #on loneliness #contact is crisis #notes on the human condition #my post

[this-user-is-sus]

Scientists this week warn that the collapse of the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Current (aka AMOC, contains the Gulf Stream) is closer than they previously predicted, as early as 2025.

This is bad and will lead to ripples in climate, weather patterns, local "normal" temperatures, storm severity, ocean oxygenation and fishery productivity (hello phrase "fish die-offs" 😭), and sea level that will disrupt life as we know it and cannot be reversed in this century or maybe (likely) for centuries to come.

(You can check the Wikipedia page for more information.).

Scream at someone about this.

Go here -- https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/ -- or here -- https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials. Start typing. Feel free to use the template I'm putting under the "read more." Press send. Repeat if you have the energy. Ily if you do it even once. Thank you, and keep fighting the good fight!

Dear <NAME OF OFFICIAL>,

<OPTIONAL SENTENCE OR TWO TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF. Say why climate change matters to you. Say if you're frightened. Say if you're depressed. Say if you're anxious. Make it personal.>

This week a study was released (https://www.cnn.com/2023/07/25/world/gulf-stream-atlantic-current-collapse-climate-scn-intl/index.html, https://www.nature.com/articles/s41467-023-39810-w) showing that the collapse of the Atlantic meridional overturning circulation is far closer than scientists had previously thought. When this current stops, it will have far-reaching impacts on sea level, weather, storm patterns, and fishery production that will be irreversible for a century or far longer.

I am deeply worried about the future. We need climate change ACTION now, not just voluntary incentive programs. Please take action to improve our electrical grid, transition our power plants to clean fuels, transition to clean modes of transportation, and tax carbon emissions.

Sincerely,

<YOUR NAME HERE>

#AMOC #honestly this is not surprising to anyone with pattern recognition #those extremely high gulf of mexico temperatures? #the cold blob off the south of greenland? #those are all signs #bad bad signs #climate change #advocacy #climate action #climate advocacy #global warming #mid atlantic current #gulf of mexico #contact your elected representatives #action #take action #climate crisis #tipping points

[aphel1on]

not sure how to phrase this but something i have been ruminating on recently is that xue yang is strangely fragile. obviously he is also incredibly resilient. he survived, and continues to survive, impossible things. he has a million barriers between himself and the world, but none of this actually matters when it comes to what he feels. everything is personal to him. everything pierces straight through all that armor and goes right to his battered heart, the heart that no one else believes he has. that even he is not fully cognizant of. the world strikes and strikes and strikes and so he strikes and strikes and strikes back, even (especially) when the wound is something other people would not think worthy of retribution.

xue yang would never realize this- would be outraged at the concept of it- but the way everything, everything is something to rally a defense against is in itself a form of fragility. he does not know how to let go of things, or let them pass him by. passivity is death. so he is ruthlessly cruel and violent. he projects himself as a lunatic untouchable by anything you might possibly do to him, and on some level he even believes this. but in actuality he is one raw emotional wound. he never learned to separate himself from his emotions, much less process them. the volatility is not so much insanity as it is the constant lashing out of an animal in a trap, and the trap is the world, and the trap is himself, and he is never going to get out. and like so much else, this pain is just part of the background radiation of his life. it hardly registers. to be able to register the hurt, you would have to be able to register a time in which you were not hurt.

i feel like it is a fragility that could blossom into such tenderness, given exactly the right set of circumstances. how at the very first touch of softness in his life he fell into a domesticity from which he never recovered. how much was there, still, to be salvaged from the cruelty. on some level i am always thinking about the little apple bunnies. about the meal for daozhang and the straw in a-qing's bed.

it was too little, too late. it shattered like glass when the world intruded back in. but the tenderness was there. no one, least of all xue yang, knows what might have happened had it been unearthed in him any sooner.

#he is easy to hurt. this is a fact. it is also anathema to his own self conception as well as the model of him in anyone elses minds. #xue yang #yi city #mdzs #aphelion.txt #xy #Contact is crisis; every touch is a modified blow #<- xycore anne carson quote. if you even care #meta #i guess? idk #it is always character analysis hour in my head #with a disclaimer that whether or not someone experiences empathy is NOT correlated to their morality #i dont think its necessarily that xy is incapable of empathy it's that any empathy that might exist in him is deeply deeply repressed #bc he views it as a death warrant. he (at every moment in his head and really quite often in reality) is on trial for his life #and it would be suicidal to give a shit about anyone who is not him. #especially since he knows- down to his bones- that no one is ever going to give a shit about him EXCEPT FOR him #the one chance he ever got to escape this cycle of brutality came with an expiration date built in by consequence of his past atrocities #and he only first started to comprehend anything about his own emotions after it was all already irrevocably fucked #in canon he is doomed. in fandom i am always picking him up and putting him somewhere kinder #shakes you by the shoulders do you understand what he does to me. do you. do you #if you tell me im excusing his crimes i will kill you w my lazer beam. #this isnt ABOUT THAT. this is ME BEING UNHINGED ABT HIS PSYCHOLOGY in a moral vaccuum. #i'm not saying 'hes sensitive uwu' but like i kind of am. unfortunately it mostly just motivates him to murder people #OH and when i connect the fragility to the tenderness i dont mean that i believe hes like. secretly soft #i mean that being as he is so deeply impacted by people's slights against him. he is just as deeply impacted by people's kindnesses #and he's not incapable of reciprocating it. he is INCREDIBLY fucking bad at it. but not incapable #ok i have to post this before i feel compelled to ramble any longer in the tags. jesus #got consumed by my a-yang feelings on a sunday morning sorry #not sure why i worded it as 'continues to survive' other than a constant subconscious denial that xue yang is dead

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

#whole lot of internalised misogyny to unpack here #in my head Daniel is looking like Tash Sultana in the music video for “Jungle” #Max just meaning :))) Kelly knows you and she knows me :))) and she knows we are both two good people who would not cheat :))) #while Daniel just going into an existential crisis of #:((( Kelly knows Max and I :((( and I am zero threat to her because I must be utterly undesirable :((( and not Max's type at all :((( #maxiel #girl!Daniel #for the first time ever lol #my fic #ending involves the tension between them growing and growing #and Kelly watches them share a podium and sees the way Max wraps his arm around Daniel's shoulder and hugs her tightly #and the way Daniel laughs so happily and loudly everyone can hear her #and suddenly Kelly realises she had been wrong and Daniel was a threat #and basically gives Max an ultimate to choose one of them and stop all contact with the other #somehow Daniel finds out and just locks herself away from the world during summer break because it's not even a question who max will pick #and their story ends with Max knocking on her door with looking annoyed with a bunch of drooping flowers #and before Daniel can even say anything he's stepping into her apartment and getting a vase from her cupboard #while complaining about how he ordered the flowers that morning but the florist fucked up his order and of course the flourists in the #Netherlands are much better and soon he will take Daniel there and pick proper flowers like tulips for her #she stares at him in pure disbelief and then starts to laugh. and Max looks over and laughs too and they're still smiling when they kiss #:))))) #apologies but I'm a sucker for a soppy cliched ending lol

[drsteggy]

Oh, just Katsucon 2024

Photos my MGCosplayphotography on IG

#my midlife crisis is more fun than yours #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #royal guard #link cosplay #my contacts were digitally tweaked here #I’m not exactly this anime IRL #Katsucon

[bestoflupiniiipoll]

Best of Lupin III Poll

#lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #lupin the third #polls #anime #bye bye lady liberty #goodbye liberty crisis #episode 0 first contact #first contact

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 5 #identity crisis #i really think hands down columbo's secret to reading people isnt that he's a ghost or clairvoyant. he just looks into their eyes #look at the soft lil smile of self-assurance when he makes eye contact with brenner #how he figures out the belly dancer is shy just by looking into her eyes from across a room #how he talks about eyes (victims. suspects. random people) in general throughout the series. jennifer wells in etude in black comes to mind #anyway hope you have a pair of really dark anti lumbo sunglasses #he'll have this big hunch about you but he'll spend the entire episode wandering around sad and confused because he can't see your damn eye #eyes

[fanworldbuildingfun]

Tonight I have two moods:

·         Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

·         And Desmond being reborn as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

(note of warning: these are NOT in the same universe) (Unless?)

1.       Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

So. This one leans heavily into feeling of entrapment that never went away after Abstergo. Desmond DID technically go from being used as Animus subject to being used as Animus subject. Admittedly, he did swap the relatively comfy accommodations for relatively better company (listen. Listen I may not dig the ascetic glass-n-white style Abstergo rocks, but I can appreciate that the room looked like a good hotel room). But that negate the fact that he, technically, had no real choice in either scenario

And here, instead of learning to trust Lucy/Shawn/Rebecca, Desmond instead clings to the memories of his ancestors. After all, they have neither any way nor any reason to use him, right?

He’s amicable with the team. Jokes sometimes, has lighthearted impersonal talks – basically, treats them as colleagues at most. But whatever vulnerability there is, is shown to the people he sees during Bleeds

So leaning against where he sees a ghostly Ezio sitting on his bed, or laying on the floor where he can see barely-there shades of throw pillows and rugs that normally sit in Altaïr’s office? It’s comforting. And so is the skritch of quill on parchment as Altaïr writes… Something

To Desmond, it’s not real

But for his ancestors, from the moment they held the Apple in their hands? The shadowy form of Desmond is very much real. Ezio can feel the press of Desmond’s body against his side. Altair can see how the pillows dip under Desmond’s weight

And Desmond probably wouldn’t have said half the things he did if he realized that the ghostly Connor who was making his own arrows across from him was listening. That they all listened. And could do precisely nothing

2.       Desmond as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

This is a complete and utter crack taken seriously(-ish). No one can prove Al Mualim never had any lovers, in or out of the garden. And he is not THAT old, by our standards (the man is killed at 56. Only 56!)

But he never did plan to sire a child. There was no time nor desire had for one

Except, no one thought to tell whatever Isu-bull went on with the Temple that

So in 1174, he gets “blessed” with a child from his preferred Flower who had never, to point, had a pregnancy. Ever *thoughtfully sprinkles in some more Isu bullshit because the lady genuinely never had it be an issue*

One may think Al Mualim would be the kind of man who would be a distant parent, or just forbid anyone from speaking of him having a child. But nope. Instead, Al Mualim goes completely Rodrigo Borgia over his newborn daughter

#assassin's creed #Assassin's Creed ideas #Ancestor angst #Ezio wants to motherhen but can't #Altaïr wants to murder someone but can't #Connor is sad #Desmond needs a hug #Ant probably some skin to skin contact #Al Mualim as proud dad #Desmond suffers identity crisis on a whole new level #Flowers get to practice self-defense assassin style #Because Al Mualim is a Dad who would get overprotective over his daughter #Is Altaïr being raised a proper spouse that Al Mualim can insure deserved his kid? #The possibility is more than 0

[tired-bisexual-brainrot]

steve: so, should i take out my contacts?

robin: oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. it’s a gay test.

robin: now tell me: #1 *nancy*, or #2 *tammy thompson*?

steve: #1?

robin: interesting. ok #1 *nancy*, or #2 *eddie*?

steve: *gasp* oh my god

robin: #2 right? 😏

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckely #does this count as #incorrect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes #idk #it does now #ig #bi steve harrington #bisexual crisis #bisexual panic #bisexuality #you get the picture #strangers things season 4 #hc that steve wears contacts ig #glasses didn’t feel right #he doesn’t seem like he’d wear glasses #unless they were sunglasses ofc #the fruity four

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "The Bay Bridge from Potrero Hill"

#jack gilbert #collected poems of jack gilbert #the bay bridge from potrero hill #words #poetry #typography #id in alt text #to be human #contact is crisis

[butchermybigheart]

He didn’t do anything that bad. He had never tried to delude her into thinking she was socially acceptable; she’d deluded herself. He had just been using her as a kind of private experiment, and her willingness to be used had probably shocked him. He pitied her in the end, but she also repulsed him. In a way she feels sorry for him now, because he has to live with the fact that he had sex with her, of his own free choice, and he liked it. That says more about him, the supposedly ordinary and healthy person, than it does about her.

— Sally Rooney, Normal People: A Novel

#quotes #lit #irish lit #normal people #normal people: a novel #contact is crisis #the aftermath of love #y i k e s

[yusufstits]

thinking about nile having nightmares and not being able to sleep post london and then being very tired during the day and taking naps on whoever's around

#like. my heart aches for her thinking about what she's going through after london #debating whether it's safe to contact her family and knowing she'll outlive them and could put them in danger if she does contact them #her friends completely ostracizing her after she came back to life #(once again. what the fuck they should have been so happy??) #so she's completely separated from her former life and is dealing with that loss #the trauma of killing and being killed #like given that she had nightmares about the man she killed in afghanistan i imagine she would also have nightmares a #about the people she killed during the rescue #and this would bring up a lot of complicated emotions and possibly a bit of identity crisis/self reflection on her being a marine #all of this plus being dropped into a group of people who've known each other for hundreds of years + mortal andy - exiled booker #anyway... she is going through a Lot #but: going back to “tell us” i think they would try to take care of her #and talk about her nightmares #(but also. there might be reluctance from nile to share or joe/nicky/andy to ask when she wakes up gasping #because what if she dreamt of quynh. like that's a whole other dimension - do they want to hear about it because it means she's alive #or do they not want to think of her dying over and over. i imagine nile would wrestle with this at first) #ok i got off track the point is. nile taking naps on andy nicky and joe and being comforted. i think that would be nice for her and everyon #there is a lot happening emotionally and andy has to heal physically and they all need to heal emotionally #so. naptime #sorry these tags are so long lol i had more thoughts than i thought #the old guard

[lazyvoyager]

WHAT

WAIT NO-

#ahahahahahaha I’m having a crisis oh my god #LEVI IS A NAME #i SWEAR its not just a JEANS BRAND #I didn’t even make these ocs with the intention of ever coming into contact 🤣🫠

[ronnyraygun]

Tim about Robin!Kon: idk man this version of Kon is so weird. He's obsessed with me and like smells my hair and is in love with me and cries when he sees me and I'm pretty sure he's stalking me-

Dick, who he called, deadpan: that must be so hard for you

Tim: yeah it-

Tim: Dick I can FEEL your side-eye all the way from Bludhaven, I hear myself now. I'm sorry

Dick: good. Now be nice to him, God knows you can't judge his grief over his "best friend"

Tim: don't say best friend like that. Like it's a lie.

It’s deserved, to be completely and absolutely fair. His Kon would be watching this all go down and just, “Man, idk if I should help him or not…” and Cassie just puts her hand on his shoulder and shakes her head so solemnly.

Especially since it’s, like, it’s Prime Earth Tim. If it were one year later Tim?? They would be equally weird about each other. They are staring into each others eyes and everyone’s uncomfortable but, like, hey, at least he’s not digging up graves and taking DNA samples and he’s not snapping at people anymore, so this is better…right?

#tim drake #kon el #Robin Kon #Ron’s interview questions #shut in the fuck up ron #it’s just kinda funny because like… #if Robin Kon came to E-0 BEFORE crisis? he’d be weird but like…everyone would try to help Tim because he hadn’t dONE anything to deserve #this kind of behavior and he’s like…a baby. 😭 #but then you have OYL and they just…make eye contact and immediately get weird #they’re attatched to each other #fucking weirdos #and then there’s prime earth tim. deserved. get stalked idiot #woe Kon be upon you. :/