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[aurpiment]

silly pet peeve but boy do lot of people misread Omelas. “It doesn’t make sense that one child suffering lets other people live in a utopia” yeah that’s the point. It’s almost like even if the reader has been taught that some exploitation is simply part of life, they can still imagine a world where no one actually had to suffer.

These people are still all reading it better than that one pro life Christian blogger though so like. Partial credit?

Update: this was a pretty off the cuff post and I think it’s more fair of me to say that it’s a story that lends itself to multiple interpretations. Le Guin calls it a psychomyth, a genre which she defines as “more or less surrealistic tales, which share with fantasy the quality of taking place outside any history, outside of time, in that region of the living mind which—without invoking any consideration of immortality—seems to be without spatial or temporal limits at all.”

So yes, it’s supposed to be an atypical story. A thought experiment that takes place everywhere and nowhere. It’s about what we accept in a story on one level but it’s also operating on multiple layers and the disturbing image of the child locked in a scary dark room just to suffer is why the story is memorable enough that it gets memed and debated decades after it was written.

I shouldn’t have downplayed the ethical question it implicitly asks the reader— could you stand being part of a society where someone has to suffer for your comfort? The irony isn’t lost on me. In a post about how people don’t engage with one layer of the story, I failed to engage with another layer of the story.

But I would still argue that a radical imagination, one that lets you imagine how life could be structured without anyone having to suffer, is part of what it takes to dismantle any kind of system of injustice, and so the question of whether you can imagine a world where no one needs to suffer is a central question of the story too.

It’s not just, “would you walk away?” It’s also, “can you imagine a world where no one needs to walk away?” because thinking of something is an important step towards making something.

#mt #omelas #sorry I locked this I got self conscious! #don’t reblog

[rat-mans-things]

#digatal art #digital art #my art <3 #my art #fanart #the amazing digital circus kinger #kinger #the amazing digital circus #caine #the amazing digital circus caine #artists on tumlr #caine x kinger #don’t repost #dont reblog #don’t reblog

[goreandbunnies]

#me #selfie #tumblr girls #don’t reblog #girls with tattoos

[liesandbrokenhearts]

#me #mine #woman #don’t reblog #makeup #eyeshadow #you would think I put grain on these photos #i did not it’s just atrocious lighting as always

[vide0days]

what do you see when you look at the sky?

(some moments from peru)

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[reynita9]

How was July the longest month ever

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[funyariqa]

samarina wip umm burnout killing me tbh

#don’t reblog #drawlings #samarina

[nnnt-k]

🫐

#me #mypost #don’t reblog

[an-albino-pinetree]

Wip

You guys, Carnival is so sweet in this upcoming one, my heart actually hurts-

I DIDNT INTEND THIS- W- I KINDA DID?? BUT

I didn’t realize I’d pull it off so good QvQ

#wip #don’t reblog #I’m really happy about this one #help #my heart #is doin things #*sobs * #non sentient professor boi

[bakugoushotwife]

for ena <3 happy birthday loml, genuinely my other half i hope you have had the BEST day and as far as im concerned…you’re having a birthday MONTH! i’m still gonna buy that star and you can’t stop me hehehehe @suguru-getos

birthday bash || satosugena

you wake up when you feel something pressed against your nose. more aptly, someone else’s nose bumping up against yours. when your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the nearly frightful sight of satoru’s white lashes blinking over wide and crystal clear blue eyes.

“happy birthday princess!! i said it first just remember that—“

strong arms secure you fight against his abdomen and morning…excitement. “happy birthday, darling girl…” he purrs next to your ear. suguru. he smirks, a lazy little number. he knows that despite satoru’s hovering, his gravelly morning voice is enough to make you press your legs together on instinct. “we’ve got a big day planned for you, it’s going to be a lovely day.” he assures, nose nuzzling against your cheek.

satoru hums in agreement, diving down a bit to kiss your face, concentrating most of his affections on your lips. your own lips part in a smile, their warmth and excitement and love radiating off of them. “n it starts with breakfast in bed!”

splurging on breakfast isn’t inherently special. they usually order your favorites once or twice a week, the rest of the cooking usually done by the two of them together—with you happily kicking your feet on the nearby barstool bouncing conversation with them or humming along to the music to relax.

but today, they got all of your favorites. mocha lattes worthy of your growing instagram blog, nutella crepes and fruit, even the savory option of chicken sausage, scrambled eggs, and breakfast potatoes. some of geto’s servants bring it in already beautifully plated. it’s clear your fiancé’s have been busy this morning.

you won’t eat half of it—and it’s not about how much you eat. it’s about that satisfied grin on your face. you know they know you. to the core, they understand you completely. every detail you’ve mentioned, they’ve memorized. because you are their person. and their person is deeply worshipped. no other day but your birthday could showcase their utter devotion to the woman that ties them all together. satoru poses the plates together for you to snap a picture of—of course starting a birthday reel. instagram will eat first today. and while it’s not your intention—many a follower will fall for you and stew in jealousy all at once. satoru and suguru are going to put on a masterclass.

after eating, they urge you to shower and get ready in something casual. of course they never really specified, and even your casual is runway worthy. they’re antsy and ready to go by the time you step out of your own hair and makeup booth.

it seems your birthday falls during festival season all the way around, and what a beautiful coincidence. the start of spring suits you so well, it’s almost as if they’re celebrating you like your soon to be husbands are. the cherry blossoms are so bright and the vendors line the streets to the fair.

they take turns buying you hand crafted earrings from one stall, silk dresses and wraps, organic candles from the next. all the way into the arcade area, naturally. whose idea do you think that one was? satoru is very intent on winning all the games and getting you a huge fucking prize. suguru is proud to push him to lose his mind over arcade games meant for children by being unnecessarily competitive—and you actually make satoru lose his mind by beating him by being genuinely better. he’s tweaking. and it’s your birthday—but he’d never insult you by letting you win. or apparently even being a decent graceful loser.

“oh you’re CHEATING!!” he whines once your digital streetcar passes the finish line three milliseconds before his.

“i don’t think that’s even possible in one of these.” suguru chuckled out in your defense. you turn your nose up and just roll your eyes at him.

don’t even mention the punching bag okay. that was a mishap. if he could just simply do it over again he would have gotten a higher score.

“900?!” he yelps as the numbers keep rolling higher. he only got 846. “I barely hit the thing goddamn i didn’t know we were going all OUT—“

at least he still won enough tokens to pick out the nicest stuffed toy in the entire place for you. no matter how old you three get together—satoru will be sure to capitalize on the inner child.

you spend hours at the fair and festival, getting all kinds of treats and gifts and trinkets. this is what they can get the girl that has everything—new experiences and quality time!! soon it’s time for dinner, and suguru has all of that planned out.

the car takes you three back to the estate a little after sundown. you’re weighed down with bags and the giant stuffed animal you were so graciously gifted. shortly after getting back to suguru’s home turned the sole base of operations, suguru tells you not to get un-ready.

“woah woah, i hope you don’t think that was it?” he raised a brow when he saw you slipping off your shoes. “time to go out to the lake. let me guide you, my love.” he smirks, holding an arm out for you to take. satoru grins, knowing what to expect. you thread your arm in suguru’s and let him escort you out to the gorgeous lake under the willow in the back of your home.

before you even arrive at the lakeside, you can see the small intimate table set for three. candlelit, with the help of the moon and stars, a traditional italian course. wine paired with your salad, then another wine perfectly suited to your chicken alfredo and chicken parm duo, a third wine to compliment the tiramisu birthday cake with your name dripped in extra mocha. it’s like something out of a storybook. it’s just for you three, their gifts bringing you that peace of mind you had wished for. their joy was so evident—the tender crease of suguru’s brow as he watches you wiggle happily in your seat; satoru’s absolutely puppy lovesick stare even though you’ve been together for three years at this point—it all just makes you feel so safe. it’s always been hard for you to let yourself be loved wholly; almost like you believe you don’t need it or deserve it at times. they make you understand that not only are you a deity in their lives—but you should never feel anything less than this feeling right now. you should always feel cherished. like you’re a gift. that’s not spoiled or entitled or bratty, that’s just true. women like you are few and far between—you’re called princess and angel for a reason. you are holy, you are royalty. that’s why your feet don’t even touch the ground as satoru carries you back to the main house, up the winding stairs to the shared bedroom.

by now, you’re truly exhausted—but blissfully happy. part of you feared they’d go insane—have a full blown party to shower you in materialistic gifts you already have. especially with satoru’s tendency to throw money around like it’s free to him. this was perfect. suguru helps you get out of your birthday outfit, peppering kisses to the exposed skin of your wrist, your shoulder, your collarbone.

now it’s satoru in your ear, brushing the silky locks of yours away, “how about some birthday spankings?”

#wifey chronicles #wifey extraordinaire #just for ena #don’t reblog #other than ena #if you like it #i hope it’s not too long #i love you so much babe 🥳🥹 #literally you’re my sun i revolve around u 😔🔫 #pls like it #hopefully

[twinkleomorashi]

(Not omo, mental health mention but not really a vent just a personal post)

I think my little roadtrip situation will be good for me bc me and my gf are spending four whole days together in which I will basically be forced to get over myself lmfao.

Like oh we’re going to the beach?? Gotta take off my shirt for my swimsuit in front of my gf!

Sleeping in the same bed?? It’ll be okay to hold her and be held

So many opportunities to kiss and hold hands too! Skills I am still mastering lol.

I know it’s funny because hahaha I run like a well known (by piss standards) horny blog and write infinite smut but after what happened with my ex im so terrified of intimacy but i WANT IT SO BAD. I actually can’t even think about me and my gf actually fucking like I get so flustered that that is even a possibility. I want it so baddd she’s literally the hottest girl on the planet I see her and my brain short circuits. but in order for that to happen I need to AT LEAST get over myself first.

Who knows tho maybe as a graduation present my brain and the universe will allow me some lesbian sex as a treat idk

#don’t reblog #that’d be weird so I don’t think yall would but just in case

[goreandbunnies]

Been a second.

#selfie #blog owner #french #tall girls #me #don’t reblog

[liesandbrokenhearts]

#bad closet pics #me #girl #mine #woman #makeup #brunette #outfit #don’t reblog

[bisexualmoses]

Was watching a video on Mormon funerals by ex Mormons and at some point they were talking about baptisms for the dead and how Mormons have tried to baptize holocaust victims and hitler . And one of them says something about how the six million people hitler killed … context doesn’t really matter because he was trying to make a point how it’s obviously a very inappropriate thing to do but what stuck out to ME was that he said six million people and I don’t know if he misspoke or he just has a misunderstanding but like. Six million Jews were killed but over 11 million people total were killed … just got me thinking about how people really know nothing about the holocaust and how common “little” forms of holocaust denial are, like minimizing the number of people killed . accidentally or not right. because he was definitely not purposefully trying to minimize the number of people killed but for some reason had learned the incorrect number and had misspoken… and nobody in the comments section commented on it or noticed it at all

#don’t reblog #didn’t think I needed to them this s don’t reblog but I guess not

[twockles]

Don’t reblog!

#thank you for 200! #feet #feetpics #tickle tease #bare foot #foot tease #tickle community #don’t reblog

[slumberingfairy]

sleepy

#me #selfie #upload #don’t reblog