something about the way guilt is portrayed in beyond evil. guilt as a state, guilt as a place you're condemned to. 'i will go to hell' 'life is hell' 'you shouldn't even set foot in that hell' but it's not really the hell we think of, not in the traditional sense. hell is where you're supposed to be sent to suffer and repent forever but all of them go there willingly. (that's why han kihwan will never end up there as juwon wants because he feels no remorse over his actions) they choose to stay and let it scorch the life out of them until all that's left is someone hollow and brittle, real person buried beneath the surface in a grave they themselves dug. in that way it's not lee changjin or the water that killed nam sangbae. it's guilt. that's what doomed him in the end. that hell of his own making he never managed to escape. and as he drowned, he probably thought he deserved that too. jeongje's still there until the end but so much of him died long ago. he's a ghost haunting himself. he tells juwon 'if you don't get out quickly, every breath, every moment of your life becomes a nightmare' if you stay that hell alone long enough, that's what happens. at a certain point you can't wake up anymore. you forget how to leave
this is a reminder for everyone to do more stuff alone even if it's scary. go on that trip, go to that concert, sit in your favorite coffee shop. i know it's terrifying but i promise it will get easier every time. don't miss out on things just because no one wants to do them with you.
Kaeya once jokingly referred to Bennett as 'Bennett Guildson' in lightly scolding him over endangering himself, and Bennett most Definitely considered making that his actual name on his official Adventurer's Guild paperwork, send post-
hey, i just wanted to say that i haven't been able to draw in over a week because my wrist has hurt so much and i'm not sure how long i'll need to rest it
so here's a scrapped sunny and moon doodle from the beginning of march i never posted since i have nothing else ^^;
there's something about "you won't remember all my champagne problems" -> "put on your records and regret meeting me" that i can't articulate like... how her music is so littered with wishes and hopes that they'll/we'll/you'll remember her, but here is the rare thread where for once, she wishes they'd forget her. she hopes for mercy from the pain she caused them. it's so much more than an apology for wrongdoing, it's more like an apology for starting something she knew she couldn't finish, for knowing she was going to poison the water first, for how she poisoned them forever in a way they may not have deserved entirely and will never be able to shake, just, you know, for always knowing, if not deep down, how it was going to end and still deciding to say hello in the first place. but more than anything, it's an apology for not feeling any regrets for the pain she caused them, not really, not when it came down to them or her and she knew she would choose herself every time without hesitation or remorse, and for how easy that choice was to make when pushed to make it, and that's reckoning with a colder, darker side of yourself that touches on something i deeply relate to and wish i didn't.
So anyway, It's 1 am. And I can't tell if it's actually bad or if I just need to go to sleep
Revali. Wild. Vigelante au. I will clarify the stick wild is holding is supposed to be a baton. Like, the police ones. I got carried away and ranted about the lore of the picture in the tags so read it if you want.
me when i'm getting booted from my low wage, shitty part time job where i'm not even trusted with basic shit that new hires get to do, where it's obvious i hold no value to them: OH you fire ME, you KICK ME TO THE CURB????? oh! oh! fuck you!! you would not survive a single day without me, I'm the best fucking worker here, you're going to regret this when I'm gone and if you want me back you're never gonna get me >:), everyone else here is an idiotic loser who can't even do basic tasks right, unlike me, the best worker, the only one who does anything correctly or efficiently
7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
OH OH OH. I can answer this one pretty easily.
Normally I'm a sucker for the touch tank (love the texture of sea cucumbers specifically) but I recently visited the @montereybayaquarium for the first time in a few years and they had a new exhibit with giant sea isopods! And I got to TOUCH THEM. Haven't stopped thinking about it since lol
Wow. I can't believe I actually finished writing something for once lol.
I really tried to make sure I wasn't copying Plushii-gutz's Fallen Stars (which you can read the first part of here, please do it's fantastic) but "bad things happen to the Celestials" is a really niche topic so I'll absolutely take this down if it's too similar ^^"
Content warning for brief mentions of injury? Also keep in mind that if I'm able to continue this it will get darker so keep an eye on this segment for content warnings and stuff
So, uh, yeah?
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Celestial Island was quiet, at first.
Amongst the shattered bricks and swirling sands, twelve stone statues stood motionless. Anyone that could see it knew it was a tragedy, but few truly knew just what had happened here. One sculpture sat at the middle of the island, as though it were the centerpiece. It stood tall and magnificent, with its staff held high into their air. Its expression was strange: so calm and yet so petrified with the strangest hint of sadness. Not even a critter dared to move, as though the entire monster world had plunged itself into silence as a form of respect.
That was until, a little boat appeared on the horizon. Two pairs of curious eyes watched the island: crimson red and penny brown. They had been observing this strange place for a while now, only just gaining the courage to approach.
"...Oh my Galvana..." One uttered, their soft voice barely above a whisper, "Is it really? Do you think it—"
"Looks like it." The other replied.
They didn't want to believe it, they couldn't believe it, "...But how do you know for sure?"
"Let's take a look."
The water was an inky black as the smaller one grabbed the oars and started rowing again; the moon sparkled and shimmered in each hypnotising circle of ripples. When they reached the side of the island, they scrambled clumsily up the mess of floating boulders and ancient bricks. The more timid of the two nearly fell off, hitting their back on the sharp rocks and only narrowly being caught by the tail. They could feel something crack as they struck the cliffside, but it subsided after a moment and no tingling or numbness followed - they prayed that meant they hadn't damaged their spine.
"Come on." Though they didn't offer any sort of concern through their words, even though the darkness their worried expression was as clear as day.
"I'm fine." They reassured, dragging themselves up the rest of the way. When they saw what lay before them, their jaw dropped, "It- It's really?"
"By the stars..."
A dozen statues stood before them: as tall and as mighty as the legends claimed. Floating chunks of the Island displayed each element's symbol, as though they were the information plaques in some kind of museum. The ground felt unstable beneath their feet, as though the whole island could crumble away at any given moment and yet, paradoxically, so strong and sturdy that it could survive the end of an era a thousand times over.
"Wh-... What's wrong with them?" The one with the quiet voice whimpered, sympathetically glancing at two sculptures which resembled a tiny-but-mighty fae and a column of crystals. Something felt very, very wrong; as though they had stumbled upon the most forbidden secrets of the universe.
The other ran their hand across the fluffy mane of one statue. Instead of shifting and moulding to the movement like fur should, it remained as still as, well, a statue. The cold stone seemed to sap the warmth right out of them, "No life in 'em... Like statues..."
"What?!"
"Statues... Statues!" Their eyes widened at the realisation, as though everything made sense now, "Remember that Island off in The Storm? With the living statues?"
"Yeah..." Though they had never visited themselves, they knew well the stories of the artificial and alien Wublin Island. Ancient scrolls suggested that the monsters there were connected to this place through their creator: so it made logical sense. An awful thought crossed their mind, "Do you think—"
"Yes, something happened here." They didn't need to hear the end of that sentence; their colleague was extremely predictable.
They waved their paw frantically in front of one of the carving's faces, as though that would wake them up, "What are we gonna do? We have to tell someone, right? Let an archaeologist know or something?"
"And tell them their Gods fell out of the sky dead as a doornail?!" They bristled, a mix of anger and disbelief swelled into a furious screech, "That'd create chaos!"
"Well what are you suggesting we do?" They yelped, fearful of their teammate's outburst despite being physically much stronger than them.
Neither dared to utter a word for a few too many uncomfortable seconds, as though neither dared to wake the slumbering deities that surrounded them. Then, they got an idea. It hit them like a meteorite, the whole world suddenly morphing into a new reality as the pieces fell into place. It was ridiculous - dangerous, even - but it might just work. And if they were able to pull it off: they'd be the most powerful beings to ever walk this planet. Maybe even more powerful than...
Things I wish I had read in "beginner" sewing tutorials/people had told me before I started getting into sewing
You have to hem *everything* eventually. Hemming isn't optional. (If you don't hem your cloth, it will start to fray. There are exceptions to this, like felt, but most cloth will.)
The type of cloth you choose for your project matters very much. Your clothing won't "fall right" if it's not the kind of stretchy/heavy/stiff as the one the tutorial assumes you will use.
Some types of cloth are very chill about fraying, some are very much not. Linen doesn't really give a fuck as long as you don't, like, throw it into the washing machine unhemmed (see below), whereas brocade yearns for entropy so, so much.
On that note: if you get new cloth: 1. hem its borders (or use a ripple stitch) 2. throw it in the washing machine on the setting that you plan to wash it going forward 3. iron it. You'll regret it, if you don't do it. If you don't hem, it'll thread. If you don't wash beforehand, the finished piece might warp in the first wash. If you don't iron it, it won't be nice and flat and all of your measuring and sewing will be off.
Sewing's first virtue is diligence, followed closely by patience. Measure three times before cutting. Check the symmetry every once in a while. If you can't concentrate anymore, stop. Yes, even if you're almost done.
The order in which you sew your garment's parts matters very much. Stick to the plan, but think ahead.
You'll probably be fine if you sew something on wrong - you can undo it with a seam ripper (get a seam ripper, they're cheap!)
You can use chalk to draw and write on the cloth.
Pick something made out of rectangles for your first project.
I recommend making something out of linen as a beginner project. It's nearly indestructible, barely threads and folds very neatly.
Collars are going to suck.
The sewing machine can't hurt you (probably). There is a guard for a reason and while the needle is very scary at first, if you do it right, your hands will be away from it at least 5 cm at any given time. Also the spoils of learning machine sewing are not to be underestimated. You will be SO fast.
Munther Isaac's Christmas message from Bethlehem. It's in English so there's no mistaking who needs to hear it. Please don't ignore it.
"We will be OK. Despite the immense blow we have endured, we, the Palestinians, will recover. We will rise. We will stand up again from the midst of destruction, as we have always done as Palestinians. Although this is, by far, maybe the biggest blow we have received in a long time, but we will be OK.
But for those who are complicit, I feel sorry for you. Will you ever recover from this? Your charity and your words of shock after the genocide won't make a difference, and I know these words of shock are coming, and I know people will give generously for charity, but your words won't make a difference. Words of regret won't suffice for you.
And let me say it; we will not accept your apology after the genocide. What has been done has been done. I want you to look in the mirror, and ask: Where was I when Gaza was going through a genocide?"