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Finding Her - Chapter 14

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ] A/N: This chapter's formatting may not read very well on Tumblr. See the AO3 link as an alternate.

Booting… Booting… Boot–

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%%% A problem has occurred and the Purah Pad will now shut down to prevent further damage.

%%% Shutdown process: Initiating…

### STOP: 0x0000008E (0xHE000000LP, 0x0ME00000)

### pp1371hud.sys – Address F87D91-HELP at F87DA0-ME

%%% Beginning memory transfer…

%%%Transfer Complete.

%%% C ontact your the Pur ah Pad technical admini5trat0r for furthe r # H##ELP!

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> Director’s Log, 104AC, 8th month, 6th day. I’ve made a start on the repairs to Link’s Purah Pad, but progress is slow. It was pretty badly damaged in the fight, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to save it. To think, just yesterday Link asked me to give it a once over.

As a stopgap, I’ve booted up a prototype Purah Pad and transferred all of Link’s data and inventory across. Its hardware is barely holding together, so I’ve asked Robbie to return from Hateno Village to help out, but he’s still a day away.

I’m using the guidance stone console to recover what I can. It looks like most of the data survived, but everything logged in the past week is completely scrambled. I’ll sort it out. I have to.

I know how much Link’s notes mean to him. Salvaging them is the least I can do.

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%[...]%Glad Tulin and Riju are with me. Have a bad feeling, about all this%[...]%Too many memories in Hyrule, and one over every rise and along every path%[...]%but Riju said I had no need for guilt, and Tulin said it was probably an accident%[...]%

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[][][] d[]te: ##VALUE! 8th [][][][][], 4th day 104AC ~~~ation: Lookout Lan[][][][] Weather: Mild

%[...]%Robbie’s upgraded the Message Medallions and made one for each Sage%[...]%I’ve briefed the Sages that I think it could be a trap, but we haven’t told the people of Lookout Landing. They’re so sure it’s her. They have so much hope. Who am I to take that away?%[...]%

A half-corrupted photograph, the shapes and colours decaying into noise. To describe it in more detail would be to describe peeling the Purah Pad back layer by layer, and unearthing the wriggling wires, blinking lights and humming components underneath. Look too long, and something starts looking back.

Caption: C an you% %see m e?

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RJ | 12:30 %[...]% made it to the Library%[...]% looking worse for wear.

UNKNOWN | 12:30 Roger that. Yunobo and I are ###here##in here, I’m##in here##

UNKNOWN | 12:31 Checking in! The Docks are clear but ###Gl# %% %.

YNB| 12:31 Plenty of Gloom here too, goro!

UNKNOWN | 12:32 What about you?%[...]%

LNK | 12:32 I’m at the second gatehouse. And I…

RJ | 12:32 ##[PURAH]? What’s going on?

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> Director’s Log, 104AC, 8th month, 7th day - After a day of work and no sleep, I’ve barely made it halfway through the data. I sent Josha off to find me some coffee but Goddess be good, she’d never heard of it. I guess they don’t make it in Kakariko anymore.

Robbie’s not far away. It’s possible it’s the damage to the Purah Pad itself that causing all the isues. But there’s a lot of noise in the data, more than there should be. Maybe someone’s been messing around with the backend somehow.

I just hope we can sort this all out before Link gets back. It would help if we knew where he went, and for how long, and why. Scorpis sent scouts, Harth too. They haven’t come back with anything. I told them he’s the Hero of Hyrule for the Goddess’ sake, look harder!

Okay, I think I’ve nearly cracked the entries made on the day Link and the Sages infiltrated Hyrule Castle. Hopefully something in there will help us find him.

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Log date: 14:45. 8th month, 4th day 104AC Location: Lookout Landing Weather: Mild

Made it to Lookout Landing with Tulin and Riju. Sidon and Yunobo were already here. All of Hyrule has come for 'Zelda'.

We’ve spent the morning planning the ‘rescue’. Robbie’s upgraded the Message Medallions and made one for each Sage, so that we can all go to the Castle together and communicate freely. The plan is to hit each main entrance – the Docks, the Library, the Dining Halls and the Gatehouses – all at once.

I’ve briefed the Sages that I think it could be a trap, but we haven’t told the people of Lookout Landing. They’re so sure it’s her. They have so much hope. Who am I to take that away?

And there is … another possibility. I can’t promise them Zelda is just an illusion if the opposite is true, but it’s too terrible… What would we do? What would we do, Zelda, if it’s really you causing all these problems in Hyrule, and really you who has turned on us? Goddess, what would we do?

A colourful photograph of Lookout Landing, with the banners of each land of Hyrule visible. Hyrule Castle stands in the background, brightly lit by the sun despite the Gloom that pours out of it.

Caption: Time to find out.

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Audio log transcription date: 104.08.05 Time: 26 minutes 31 seconds.

LNK | 12:27 Testing… testing… Can you guys hear me?

RJ | 12:27 Loud and clear! Wow Link, it’s like you’re right here.

LNK | 12:27 Thank Robbie. This was his idea.

TLN | 12:28 Cadet Tulin checking in! Or, no, can I be Officer Tulin?

RJ | 12:28 Sure you can, kid.

TLN | 12:28 Who are YOU calling kid?

RJ | 12:28 Only the Chief of–

YNB | 12:28 Hey guys! President uh… Yunobo, checking in! Is that the right term?

TLN | 12:29 You are President aren’t you?

YNB | 12:29 No the ‘checking in’ part.

TLN | 12:29 I guess?

SDN | 12:30 I am also here!

LNK | 12:30 Are we all in position?

RJ | 12:30 I’ve made it to the Library. This place is looking worse for wear.

TLN | 12:31 Roger that. Yunobo and I are in the Dining Hall.

SDN | 12:31 I’m at the Docks. They’re clear but there’s Gloom everywhere.

YNB | 12:31 Lots of Gloom here too, goro!

RJ | 12:32 What about you, Link?

LNK | 12:32 I’m at the Second Gatehouse. And I…

RJ | 12:32 Link? What’s going on?

LNK | 12:32 I can see her.

SDN | 12:33 The Princess?

TLN | 12:33 Zelda?

LNK | 12:33 I… I don’t know. Hold position, I’m going in.

SDN | 12:33 Uh, no need for alarm but, there’s something here…

TLN | 12:33 Wait… I can see something too.

YNB | 12:34 Do you think that’s…?

RJ | 12:34 Zelda!? But, she’s in the Gatehouse! What is she doing here?

SDN | 12:34 It’s… moving. The Gloom is moving…

LNK | 12:34 [roaring, crashing noises] Ack! Everyone! It was a trap! I repeat a trap!

TLN | 12:34 Yunobo watch out!

YNB | 12:34 Monsters!

RJ | 12:35 They’re everywhere! What happened to Zelda?!

LNK | 12:35 She was bait! Get out of there!

SDN | 12:35 [gasping] H-Help me! Help! It’s got a hold of me!

LNK | 12:35 Sidon! I’m on my way–

SDN | 12:35 [strangled] No, don't–! You damn-! Hyack, hyah! I’m… I’m free!

LNK | 12:35 Run! Don’t try to fight it!

SDN | 12:35 [screeching in the background] Okay, running!

TLN | 12:36 [arrows whooshing] One down!

YNB | 12:36 Yes, ha hah! We got this little guy, don’t worry!

TLN | 12:36 Not! Little!

RJ | 12:37 [thunder crashing] Take that! And that!

LNK | 12:37 Second Gatehouse is clear. Heading to the west apartments. Everyone report in.

TLN | 12:38 Roger that, we are nearly–!

YNB | 12:38 Done and done! Dining Hall is clear.

RJ | 12:39 So is the Library. Phew, that was quite the fight. And– oh, Sidon! You made it from the Docks!

SDN | 12:40 [out of breath] Indeed.

RJ | 12:40 Those marks on you… what was down there?

SDN | 12:40 I do not know!

TLN | 12:42 So did we… find Zelda?

YNB | 12:42 I think she left, after those monsters came.

TLN | 12:43 So it wasn't really her?

YNB | 12:43 Iunno…

RJ | 12:44 Link? What should we do now?

RJ | 12:46 Link? Say something. You’re scaring us.

YNB | 12:47 Is…is he alright?

SDN | 12:48 He’ll be fine. Maybe his talking stone is not functioning.

YNB | 12:49 It’s more of a talking rock.

TLN | 12:49 Looks like a pebble to me.

SDN | 12:49 It is distinctly a glowing stone, the markings typical of–

RJ | 12:48 Can we please focus?! Link, come in!

LNK | 12:49 I’m here, sorry. Monsters in Zelda’s old room. Caught off guard. Heading to the Inner Sanctum. Everyone else retreat. It’s too dangerous.

SDN | 12:49 No. We will join you.

TLN | 12:50 We can’t leave now!

YNB | 12:50 We’ve come all this way!

RJ | 12:50 We’ll fight together!

LNK | 12:50 Okay. I… Thank you. Approaching the inner sanctum. It seems clear but…

LNK | 12:51 …Zelda?

TLN | 12:51 Is it another ghost?

YNB | 12:51 Is it another trap?!

LNK | 12:52 No it’s… it’s really you, isn’t it?

RJ | 12:52 Link! What do you see?

LNK | 12:52 [softly] You came back…

RJ | 12:52 Link, wait! Wait for us to get there!

SDN | 12:52 We’re moving as fast as we can!

LNK | 12:52 I missed you…

RJ | 12:53 Link, answer me! Link!

LNK | 12:53 Zelda… you… wait. No–! [screaming]

RJ | 12:53 Link!

Connection terminated.

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> Director’s Log, 104AC, 8th month, 9th day - I’ve managed to recover more of Link’s logs, but Robbie wants me to hand over the Purah Pad ASAP. He took one look at it and shook his head. You’ve outdone yourself this time, he said. I told him I knew my behaviour was not becoming of a Lab Director. He agreed.

The logs don’t tell me much. I know Link was anxious about going to the Castle, and I know they had a hard fight once they got there, but when he and the Sages returned… he was in hysterics. And the Sages say they just found him like that.

But it wasn’t all for nothing. The Sages had good and bad news. The ‘Zelda’ we have been seeing everywhere was actually a puppet of the Demon King Ganondorf, who has survived to this era. It was Ganondorf that they fought in the Castle, and Ganondorf that caused all this Gloom and chaos. But the Sages believe there is still one of their number to be found, a fifth Sage, and that with their power they’ll be strong enough to take him on. But Link…

He said that he didn’t care about the Sages, or Ganondorf, or Hyrule. He said he had to find Zelda and that he had to do it alone. I told him to cool it, and that we must approach this as a team, but he just kept saying he would let us all down, and that we were better off without him.

I’ll be honest, I lost my temper. Pull yourself together, I said. The whole Kingdom is relying on you to defeat the Demon King, or we’re all dead, don’t you understand!? Zelda will have to wait, if she isn’t lost already!

He gave me the darkest look. When he grabbed his Purah Pad to teleport away I…I ripped it right out of his hands. He tried to grab it back and there was a tussle and the next I knew, the Purah Pad was smashed against the ground. There was silence, the worst kind, when you know you’ve done a terrible thing.

I have to repair it. It’s the only way I can think to apologise. And in the time I’ve been working on it, I’ve felt a judgement on me. Watchful eyes, deciding my guilt. I can’t believe I’m saying this but… I feel there’s something alive inside the Purah Pad, something that’s been rattling around in the circuits and is finally awake. I think it knows what happened here.

Maybe if I keep recovering what I can, I’ll figure out what it is, and maybe I’ll fix everything else too…

Well. Back to work.

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Incoming transmission…Processing…

Message Medallion activated.

Connection established.

PRH | 09:00 Hello?

UNKNOWN | 09:00 Hello, Purah. May I call you that?

PRH | 09:01 Who are you? How are you — No, I know. You’re whatever’s living inside the Purah Pad.

UNKNOWN | 09:01 Indeed, I apologise. I hope my occupation will not be permanent.

PRH | 09:02 So you tapped the messaging function in order to talk? That’s pretty brilliant.

UNKNOWN | 09:02 Thank you! I’m glad you think so. The Purah Pad has been a comfortable home. I am glad to meet its creator.

PRH | 09:03 Oh, it was nothing. I didn’t even know you were there. Anyway – WHO ARE YOU?

UNKNOWN | 09:04 I would prefer not to say. I was instructed to reveal myself only to the swordsman, Link. I do not know who I can trust.

PRH | 09:04 You can trust me, can't you?

UNKNOWN | 09:04 I did call out for you to help me.

PRH | 09:04 And I got your messages.

UNKNOWN | 09:04 The Purah Pad has survived the damage, I see.

PRH | 09:05 Yeah, sorry about that. That was my doing.

UNKNOWN | 09:05 And it was your doing to save me. Very well. I am Mineru, the Sage of Spirit.

PRH | 09:06 A Sage? The others are looking for you, you know.

MNR | 09:06 I would prefer you allow me to speak to Link and Link only.

PRH | 09:07 Well he’s not here right now. Something happened at Hyrule Castle. He never told us what.

MNR | 09:07 The Castle, yes. Ganondorf’s cruelty is as boundless as the sky.

PRH | 09:07 You saw what happened?

MNR | 09:08 I see what the Purah Pad sees. Thanks to you, I can finally communicate.

PRH | 09:08 Mineru, we need to know what it was. If Link abandons us, I don’t know what we’ll do.

MNR | 09:09 I understand, Lady Purah. It will be easier to show you.

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A series of photographs, or perhaps more accurately the memory of them. These images are reconstructed out of others and are more akin to illustrations than true-to-life pictures. The first is an image of Link, stepping into the Inner Sanctum of Hyrule Castle, restored to its former glory. Waiting for him there is Princess Zelda, bright as the sun. She beckons.

Caption: The puppet Zelda controlled by Ganondorf led us here, but this time when Link laid eyes on her, something was different. He was entranced.

An image of Link embracing Princess Zelda. He appears to be weeping, they both are. The Princess’ face then darkens, Gloom seeping from her body.

Caption: You must understand, Lady Purah, that even the tiniest sliver of hope was enough to tempt him. He had spent weeks knowing that this Zelda was not our Princess, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

An image of Link crying out in shock as Zelda grabs him by the throat and throws him to the ground. She then goes limp, as the ghostly image of Ganondorf taunts Link from above.

Caption: I have never seen such rage. Link would have burnt the whole Kingdom down at that moment if it meant destroying Ganondorf. But the Demon King is cruel as he is cowardly. He would not face Link directly.

An image of a phantom form of Ganondorf which has appeared to face Link. He and Link do battle as the puppet Zelda looks on. The image shifts – the puppet Zelda takes a dagger, and begins to attack at every opportunity. Link dodges her as he fights Ganondorf, unable or perhaps unwilling to retaliate. One of the puppet’s strikes lands across his side, and draws blood.

Caption: Her betrayal would have been less painful were she not still so graceful, so beautiful. Her image was the one thing Link had wanted to see, and it turned on him with such violence.

An image of the four Sages approaching the Inner Sanctum to join Link. The puppet Zelda hoists her dagger ready to throw at the intruders. Link cries out and, to prevent her murderous action, sinks a blade through her chest. The puppet falls into his arms, blood staining her white gown. Link holds her close until she dissolves into ash.

Caption: He was inconsolable. The Sages found him weeping on the stone floor, and when they tried to help him stand, his rage boiled over. It’s a miracle he didn’t kill any of them in his rampage. But they managed to restrain him, and had to listen to the Demon King’s threats of destruction while their Hero shook in their arms.

A final image of Link, back at Lookout Landing, arguing with the Sages and Purah. There is an altercation, and the Purah Pad falls to the ground, broken. Link departs in a huff, and the image fades to white.

Caption: This was where he left us, or left me rather. The Sages do not hold anything against Link, but they do not understand. They did not see Zelda, in the Inner Sanctum, as he did. They do not know what he was forced to do to save them, even if it was only a puppet. You say he is missing? There is a log of his yet unrecovered that I believe may set you on the path to find him. Go, and find what you seek.

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Log date: 10:45. 8th month, 2nd day 104AC Location: Hyrule Garrison Ruins Weather: Sunny

Short stop over in Hyrule Garrison before we head to Lookout. Tulin was flying over Hyrule Field and spotted us so he joined us on foot. One hour in and he was already complaining about how slow we move. Then he and Riju got talking about which Sage’s Vow is the best, and they’ve been hounding me for my opinion. I’ve convinced them that as Hero of Hyrule I don’t have favourites.

(It’s Tulin’s.)

Glad Tulin and Riju are with me. Have a bad feeling, about all this. It’s peaceful being alone, but company is good too. Too many memories in Hyrule, and one over every rise and along every path, sometimes.

One came back to me when we were exploring these ruins. I was young, when I was first sent here, though not sure how young. Did I already have the Sword? It’s all gone now anyway.

When I was first starting out I was all brute force. The quicker boys, or the ones that didn’t play fair, always had the upper hand. One day I just got fed up. I thought I could dole out some justice. Didn’t know how hard I could hit. The first time I cracked another boy’s skull was the last… but I never really forgot the sound.

The old me, the original Link, figured out how to quash that anger somehow. The current me is still afraid of what it will do, if pushed too far. I told Riju and Tulin all this, last evening by the fire. I thought they’d be disgusted, but Riju said I had no need for guilt, and Tulin said it was probably an accident anyway. I don’t know. I barely know anything, these days. But I do know I have friends at my side now, and ones I can confide in. Maybe that’s how he figured it out, the Link of times gone by.

Well, present day Link has to press on, no matter what dread he’s feeling. Hyrule Castle is only a day away, and Zelda is waiting. (As is the gear she made me, hopefully)

A photograph of Hyrule Field, with the looming Hyrule Castle on the horizon. It bleeds Gloom and beckons, forebodingly.

Caption: I miss the times we had there.

[ All corrupted logs recovered. ]

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> Director’s Log, 104AC, 8th month, 10th day - It’s done. The Purah Pad put back together and given a polish thanks to Robbie and Josha respectively.

I think I know where Link went now. It’s the only place no one thought to look, because it’s the one place we were sure he’d wouldn’t go. Zelda spoke of it, half a year ago now, and of the treasure she left him. I’m going to go there myself to deliver the Purah Pad to him, and make my apology.

Before I go: Lady Mineru, I know you can hear me. I’m looking at the Purah Pad right now, all but talking directly to you. I have to wall you off again, Mineru, I’m so sorry. Your awakened presence in the Purah Pad is frying its circuits. I don’t know how you even got in there in the first place. Maybe you’ll tell us someday, but for now our priority must be keeping you alive. I’ll tell Link that the Purah Pad is the key to the fifth Sage when I hand it to him. I’m sure he’ll get you out of there somehow.

I’ve also decided to delete the images you showed me of what happened in the Inner Sanctum. I don’t know how to tell Link what I know, or if I even should. But I will tell him I know how he’s feeling. We all miss Zelda, so very much. Our world ended twice over when we lost her. I can’t offer him much more than that, but I think that’s okay. Sometimes hope isn’t what you need. Sometimes all you need is to cry, and when that happens, it’s easier if you’re not crying alone.

Okay, back to work. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. One of them will be our day.

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Log date: 17:10. 8th month, 10th day 104AC. Location: Mabe Village Ruins Weather: Cool.

Ah, the relief, having the Purah Pad back. You start to rely on this tech, once it’s part of your day-to-day. And there's no way to lose your memory if you write it all down. It's funny, Purah was the one who found me, in the Throne Room. There wasn’t much to say. We were both pretty sorry. Hugged it out, shed some tears, patched things up. Then I showed her why I'd returned there: the new Champion Leathers, bespoke made by Zelda.

They fit perfect, a good blend of the old tunic and some new additions. Not sure what prompted the memory of her note about it, but I just knew I wasn’t going to let Ganondorf take that place from us. Zelda and I met there, after all, a long time ago now.

Head’s still muddy. I don’t like thinking about what happened in there. Nearly let my anger get the better of me, nearly let it hurt my friends. I thought the Sages would abandon me for it but, they stuck by me, and carried me kicking and screaming out of that Castle. It’s so easy to let rage destroy you – when someone holds you back from that, it means something. I’ll find a way to thank them, in time. For now, I've apologised at least three times over.

After all that, I think I’m not afraid of the anger, anymore. It’s just a part of me, as much as any other feeling. Old Link stamped out his feelings. The new one is going to try and roll with them.

Heading south. There’s more geoglyphs that way, more ruins to explore, and pirates in Lurelin (apparently). Kind of excited about the last one. It’s been a rough few weeks. I promised the Sages I wouldn’t get too sidetracked, and would definitely find the fifth Sage in no time. But, come on, pirates! Let us have one fun thing to look forward to…

A photograph of the waters of Mabe Prairie lake. In the reflection is Link, holding the Purah Pad, the impassive camera eye looking back upon itself. Garini of Lurelin Village is by his side, waving.

Caption: Me and my indispensable travel companion, and also Garini.

#totk #tears of the kingdom #purah #link #zelink #tears of the kingdom fanfic #my writing #tloz #sorry this one took me years to post on tumblr i procrastinated hard on getting the photo #i wanted it to be purah with a blood moon in the background but got sick of waiting for one to happen LOL

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shookethdev · 1 year

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nochd · 6 months

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Kia ora! I followed you before even realising you were from Aotearoa. ^_^ Ko Ngāti Whakaue te hapu. Nō Ōtautahi me Pōneke au. Kei Ōtepoti tōku kāinga ināianei. Just sending a request for elaboration if you care to on your pretty fantastic point from the post re: insulating ourselves from right-wing viewpoints.

"Capitalism promotes selfishness and greed."

"Value is created by labour. Profit is theft."

"From each according to his ability, to each according to his need."

"Reducing all value to monetary value is soulless and shallow."

"You can't earn a billion dollars."

At the very least, leftists need to become aware of the neoliberal answers to these, and start coming up with better counter-arguments.

Kia ora, e hoa. He Pākehā au. Kei Ōtepoti tōku kāinga hoki -- te hia te oruatanga!

I'm probably going to have to spread this out over a bunch of reblogs, but it's going to go quicker if I start by explaining neoliberal economic theory once to begin with, rather than going point by point.

The first premise is that value is subjective. Different things are valued differently by different people, and no-one is wrong about their own valuation of something.

This subjectivity is the foundation of all economic transactions. Economic value is created by the differential between two different people's valuation of a good or service.

Let's say you buy a coffee for $5, and let's say you do so freely. You wouldn't do that if that coffee was worth less than $5 to you. But the sale also wouldn't happen if the coffee was worth more than $5 to the seller.

Just for the sake of argument, let's say that if that coffee had cost $6 you would still have bought it, but if it had cost over $7 you would have gone elsewhere. Then that coffee is worth $7 to you.

Meanwhile, the seller would (hypothetically) be willing to lower their price if they weren't getting enough customers, but let's say only down to $2 a coffee. So the coffee is worth $2 to the seller.

In this scenario, you've paid only $5 for something that's actually worth $7 to you. You've gained value equal to $7 - $5 = $2. The seller, meanwhile, has been paid $5 for something that's only worth $2 to them. They've gained value equal to $5 - $2 = $3. You're both richer, in terms of total value enjoyed, than you were before you bought the coffee. A total of $5 in surplus value has been created out of nowhere, simply by the act of buying and selling.

I've described this transaction in terms of a dollar price, because that's an easy way to talk about value, but it's important to note that the logic works just the same if you're exchanging goods and services directly for other goods and services. If you don't have $5 but you're willing to wash dishes for half an hour in exchange for your coffee, then by definition that coffee is worth more to you than that half-hour of your time.

That, by the way, already illustrates another foundational principle: value is measured by what people are willing to exchange for it. People can talk all they like about what they want and what's important to them, but if they're not willing to put anything on the line, then it's just talk.

What we've seen so far already gives you the neoliberal answer to a couple of our bullet-points:

"Reducing all value to monetary value is soulless and shallow." -- the neoliberal economist would answer, if you're not willing to pay for something, if you're not willing to give anything up for it, then it is your claim to still "value" it in some sense that is shallow.

"Value is created by labour. Profit is theft." -- to unpack that a little, the difference between the sale price of a good and the production cost to make that good is created by the worker's contribution. The economist will answer, no it's not; it's created by the fact that the buyer values the good more than the maker does.

Workers willingly come in to work and exchange their labour for the wage they're offered; their acceptance demonstrates, by definition, how much their time and energy is truly worth to them. Selling labour to an employer is exactly the same as selling goods to a customer; once sold, the customer owns the goods and is free to do what they like with them, including sell them at a higher price.

(I imagine you can already see at least one of the major problems with this theory; but I'm going to leave counter-arguments for a later reblog.)

Also: "You can't earn a billion dollars." -- the economist would answer that if people are willing to pay you that much money, then by definition whatever you do for them is worth that much money. Provided, of course, that they're fully aware of what they're buying when they agree to buy it.

But if value is subjective, you might be asking, why do economists talk so often as if things had a "true" value or a "correct" price? That's where the market comes in.

Leftists love to use "market" as a word of scorn, but to neoliberals "the market" is simply -- people.

Let's go back to that $5 coffee. If you're only willing to part with $1 for a coffee, you're out of luck. The seller is not willing to sell at that price and the coffee will go to someone else, someone who is willing to pay $5. Contrariwise, if the seller asks for $8, they're not going to get many customers, and people will go buy someone else's cheaper coffee.

If the price is too high, some sellers won't find buyers; the coffee will go unsold, and it will be wasted. If it's too low, some buyers won't find sellers; the coffee will all be snapped up by the first lot of customers to get there, regardless of whether they're the ones who valued the coffee highest, and there will be a shortage. Either way, some surplus value which could have been created, won't be.

But in a free market, customers can choose whose goods to buy, and sellers can choose what price to sell their goods at. Mathematically, the price which will generate the most profit for the sellers is also the price which creates the most total surplus value for sellers and buyers alike, thus minimizing both waste and shortage. That's what's called the market price.

Remember, surplus value -- in neoliberal theory -- is basically people getting what they want. The ideal situation is for the greatest possible number of people to get the greatest possible amount of what they want. That's the same thing as creating the greatest possible surplus value across the economy.

I've already pointed out one of the problems with this aspect of the theory in a reblog of the earlier post. But again, I'll come back to counter-arguments at a later time.

In fact I think I'll wrap up here for now, because this post is already getting megabig. I haven't covered everything yet, but I'm going to save it for next time.

However, this is an ideology which is sincerely and seriously believed by people some of whom are very intelligent. Which means it's important not to underestimate its allure. So to counter that, I do want to impress upon you that according to this ideology, the best possible outcome for any situation is by definition that which is determined by the market, human consequences be damned.

If the market deems that climate disaster is better than cutting back on fossil fuels, then climate disaster is better than cutting back on fossil fuels. If the market deems that millions dying of Covid is better than lockdowns and mask mandates, then millions dying of Covid is better than lockdowns and mask mandates.

Just bear that in mind.

#nochd answers #economics #capitalism #neoliberalism #politics

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List of pred crushes i have but it gets progressively more unhinged /nonsexual /i have a type:

-gl/am/ro/ck f/re/dd/y from fn/af se/cu/ri/t/y b/re/ac/h

-c!s/co/t/t (as in character not content creator) from em/pi/re/s s/m/p & li/fe se/ri/es

-st/an (le/y) pi/ne/s from gr/av/it/y f/al/ls

-ma/rt/in b/la/ck/wo/od from th/e m/ag/nu/s a/rc/h/iv/es

-e/da c/la/wt/ho/rn/e from th/e o/wl ho/us/e

-bi/sm/ut/h from s/te/ve/n u/ni/ve/rs/e

-zo/ra (forgor her last name) from ep/it/he/t e/ra/se/d

-sp/ec/im/en 4 from sp/oo/ky/'s ju/mp/sc/ar/e m/an/si/on

-li/tt/le re/d r/id/in/g h/oo/d m/er/ce/na/ry from lo/bo/to/my co/rp/or/at/io/n

-ha/nk wi/mb/le/to/n from m/ad/ne/ss co/mb/at

This isn't even half of them tbh

GOD YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ST.AN ARE YOU KIDDING ME… I love him so much.

#extreme cuddling #vore confessions #sfw vore #soft vore #safe vore

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🗦HELLO. I AM FROM AN ALTERNIA WWHERE MULTIPLE TYRIANS ARE ALLOWWED TO LIVE SIMULTANEOUSLY DUE TO THE CONDENSCE BEING FIRED, SO TO SPEAK. AS SOMEONE WWHO KNOWWS PLENTY, I'LL GIVE YOU ADVICE.🗧 🗦IF YOU ARE NOT ALLIED WWITH GLYBGOLYB, DO SO RIGHT NOWW. IT IS AN UNBELIEVABLE HELP AGAINST SOMEBODY AS STRONG AS THE CONDESCE.🗧 🗦DON'T JUST ENLIST POWWERFUL OR FAMOUS TROLLS--ENLIST EVERYONE. IF YOU CAN, DRAG THE BATTLE ONTO LAND, AND GET SOME CERULEANS OR PURPLES TO HELP MAKE OTHERS FIGHT TOO. IT SHOULDN'T BE SO HARD. EVERY SOILDWWELLER I'VE MET HAS A HUGE PLATONIC HATE BONER FOR HER.🗧 🗦IF YOU KNOWW ANYBODY WWHO HAS GOD TIERED, ENLIST THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. ESPECIALLY VOID PLAYERS. THEY ARE THE ANTHROPOMORPHIZATION OF MYSTERY, AND WWILL HELP YOU AGAINST HER.🗧 🗦GRUBPROOF THE PALACE AND THE IMMEDIATE AREAS SURROUNDING IT. I'M NOT SURE IF YOUR CONDESCE HAS PSIIONICS OR CHUCKLEVOODOOS OR ANIMAL COMMUNION POWWERS, BUT IF SHE DOESN'T THIS WWILL HELP MUCH. AND IF SHE DOES? YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE HER THE EXTRA EDGE.🗧 🗦AND IF POSSIBLE, DO THIS DURING THE DAY. MANY JADES HAVE SUN RESISTANCE (ONE OF THE REASONS WWHY THEY ARE FORBIDDEN FROM LEAVING THE CAVERNS), AND I KNOWW AT LEAST ONE GOLDBLOOD WWHO HAS NO PSIIONIC ABILITIES AT ALL BUT A COMPLETE SUN RESISTANCE. IT'S HONESTLY REALLY WWEIRD.🗧 🗦ALSO, MAKE SURE TO REST AND EAT PLENTY. ALSO TRAIN!🗧 🗦I WWISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK. IF YOU NEED ANY EXTRA TROLLS, I CAN OPEN A RIFT AND SEND SOME THROUGH. OR SOME NEWWLY-PUPATED TRODDLERS.🗧

I -^-pprese-^-te the -^-dvice! This w-^-s surprisingly comprehensive... I'll h-^-ve to -^-sk -^-round to se-^- who's willing to kelp. This won't be e-^-sy, but with the se-^-pport of other trolls -^-nd the -^-dvice of everyone else, I'll be -^-bubble to h-^-ndle it.

I'm not ex-^-ctly shore how rifts in time -^-nd sp-^-ce work, but I'll t-^-ke -^-ny kelp I c-^-n. Se-^-rule-^-ns, purples, -^-nd golds will be -^-pprese-^-ted. Does -^-nemoneone know how to keep reefcently pup-^-ted trolls s-^-fe until their powers -^-re strong enough?

-^-nd on -^-nother note, does -^-nemoneone know -^-ny trolls with powers who'd be willing to -^-ssist?

#imperial stuff

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whatdoesshedotothem · 6 months

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1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

7 55/..

12 40/..

No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

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1836

Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]

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youvereachedthebadend · 10 months

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((Can I see what Iris is doing?))

It's ░░en h░░der t░ ░ell wha░░s ha░pe░░ng t░an ░he la░t time y░░ tri░d t░░s. It l░oks li░e I░░░ is in a ░ark ░░e░. You c░░ ma░e ou░ the s░apes of h░░ fol░ow░rs i░ the sh░░ows a░ound h░r.

░ris i░ hol░ing a b░░l of w░░te ░ight. Not li░e the last thin░, just a si░ple ba░l of ma░ic m░a░t to ill░░inate the ar░a. But be░ond that, th░░e are als░ ot░er so░░ces of l░ght, fis░-░ized ░░░░░░ls glo░ing whit░░ wi░h a tin░e of gr░en. Th░y are d░░ted aroun░ the are░. ░░ lo░░s lik░ th░░'re ░ttache░ to ░░e wal░s and ░eilin░.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #the-earnest-system

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windy-trickster · 11 months

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[CERVIN] -> Receive a message from your moirail

After a little heartfelt moment with your kismesis, and getting the two of you into some dryer clothing thanks to said kismesis being soaked head to toe in rainwater. Cervin had set the two Bluebloods up on his leather couch to watch a little movie together to wait out the rain. He had no plans of just having some heartfelt, emotional moment with the smaller Blueblood then just send him on his way home. Cervin had grabbed the blanket off the back of his couch, tossing it around the two of them while he allowed Dracma to put on one of his ridiculous mafia movies that he seemed to adore so fucking much. Cervin didn't see the appeal, but he just wanted this nice moment to continue. So he was going to keep "un7efined 9pini9ns ab9ut mafia m9vies" to him. He was snuggled up close to his kismesis, his head resting against the other Blueblood's head as he only half paid attention to the show in front of him. He REALLY didn't understand what Dracma found so fascinating about these flicks. But again, he was keeping these thoughts to himself. About halfway through the movie Cervin felt his palmhusk buzz in his sweatpants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellular device, adjusting his glasses to see who was texting him. It was Amdala. Oh jegus. Here we go. -> [doctrineTemplar] has opened the chat with [spiritualLucidity] <- [SL]: Cerv? AAre you busy aat the moment, hon? [DT]: Yes a nd no. Dr a cm a's over at my hive right now. So I c a n't physic a lly come a nywhere if th a t's wh a t you need me for. [SL]: Oh no no no, hon. [SL]: I'm aassuming you know why I'm textin' you, don'tchaa? [DT]: I do. A nd go right a he a d. S a y wh a t you need to s a y, you deserve to after all. [SL]: Cerv. I'm not gonnaa beraate you or aanything aabout whaat's goin' on. I wou|dn't do thaat to yaa. I just waanted to |et you know thaat I'm here for you if you need aa shou|der to cry on. [DT]: I know, A md a l a. A nd I a ppreci a te th a t a lot a nd you know you c a n a lw a ys come to me with your problems a s well. A nd I'm sorry for hiding this big secret from you. I know it w a s wrong of me to do. I know it w a s fucking stupid. A nd I promise you I won't do th a t a g a in. [DT]: I won't hide a nything from you or Fre a n a or Dr a cm a ever a g a in. I thought I could h a ndle this on my own. But it turns out I couldn't. [SL]: I forgive you, hon. I know you didn't meaan to worry aany of us. I know you're strugg|in' aand I reaa||y think you need to figure out aa waay to aa||eviaate some of thaat stress. AAnd you've got tro||s c|ose to you thaat'|| help you do thaat. [DT]: I know I do. A nd I'm gl a d for th a t. I re a lly truly a m. A nd I think I'm going to t a ke a couple of nights off work bec a use of everything th a t's h a ppened. M a ybe th a t'll help. [SL]: Thaat'|| sure|y he|p yaa, daar|in'. Taake some time to rest. You deserve it aafter everything you've been going through. Okaay? Cervin smiled a little at his moirail's message and sighed softly before sending his response. [DT]: Ye a h. You're right, A md a l a. Th a nk you. [SL]: Of course. Th a t's wh a t I'm here for, daar|in'. <> [SL]: You enjoy your |itt|e cutesy time with |_i| B|ueberry. I'|| stop botherin' yaa. [DT]: You're never bothering me, A md a l a. <> [DT]: A nd ye a h. I will. Need to get b a ck to "w a tching" this movie before Dr a cm a st a rts whining. [DT]: P a le for you, A md a l a. [SL]: Paa|e for you too, Cerv. <> -> [spiritualLucidity] has ceased trolling [doctrineTemplar] <- Cervin put his palmhusk down once he felt a small hand tugging on his sleeve. He looked down to see a cranky looking Dracma, the smaller Blueblood making some comment on how Cervin wasn't paying attention to this "p7ime m9vie content". Cervin just rolled his eyes, leaned on Dracma once more and went back to spending the rest of this rainy night with his kismesis. -> Mentioned Trolls [Not mine] <- Dracma Picpic - @wormstuck Freana Elkena - @jaded-daydream

#writing #cervin writing #oc writing #cervin dulcha #amdala ravvna #insight #blue spades #dracma picpic #freana elkena

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eyenaku · 1 year

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Ji ji fu ji ji

#‼️mutual #get tone-d

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naivet-e · 1 year

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Miti, demoni e famiglia

E’ da un paio di anni che non riesco più a stare serena con la mia famiglia. C’è un’atmosfera intollerabile per me. Niente di grosso succede, ma tante parole, tante pose, tante arie che mi feriscono come punte di aghi incandescenti. Mi detesto per questo, perchè vorrei solo saperli amare senza giudizio. Mi sento così distante, come in uno spazio siderale sola con le mie idee e il mio sdegno. Ma chi mi credo di essere? Sto zitta, mangio, cerco di raggiungere la Terra e riconnettermi con il calore della casa. Però, vorrei spiegarmi, tentare anche di difendermi dalle accuse che mi rivolgo. C’è questo mio cugino, E., 40 anni circa, un imprenditore, sposato con una ragazza straniera che ha salvato dal suo contesto socio-familiare, in realtà stanno insieme da parecchi anni e lei gli è devota come ad un re. Lui le compra i vestiti, lo smalto, le scarpe.. scelgo tutto io -dice- si, io non mi so proprio vestire -si sente lei dall’altro capo della tavola- Intanto io penso hai mai potuto decidere cara? Lui è ovviamente un intenditore di cibo, vino biologico, formaggi pregiati, champagne, vestiti, viaggi, prodotti artigianali, ristoranti e lei cucina da dio, dunque, ad ogni festività si occupano loro di tutto, portando cose gourmet che lui spiega con grande carisma. Ah! E. grazie, tutto buonissimo! Sei eccezionale, riesci a far star bene tutti E lui osserva tutto e tutti, riempie i calici, chiede se piace la roba e poi manco ti fa finire di parlare e ti da altre notizie. Oh si, si sente proprio questa nota di sottobosco nel vino, incredibile! ............. Bene, a me sembra un cazzo di burattinaio. Sotto questa maschera da benefattore, filantropo, zen del cazzo mi sembra solo uno che è terrorizzato di farsi vedere e vedersi per ciò che è, un cazzo di essere umano come tutti noi. E nessuno pare accorgersi di tutte queste piccole violenze che si nascondono dietro questa opulente generosità. .............. Parlavo con mia madre e con lui della psicoterapia. Ovviamente, lui ne parlava come se fosse il suo mestiere. Io non riuscivo a dire più di tre parole senza essere che mi interrompesse. Certo che ho fatto terapia, ben cinque anni, poi il terapeuta mi ha detto che ho tutti gli strumenti e le consapevolezze.. Faccio l’errore di parlare della mia terapia, di cui sono fiera e timida. E racconto che l’ho iniziata da piccola e ho ripreso ora con l’inizio della specializzazione in psichiatria e lui, acceso come da un lampo, Ma scusa quindi da quanti anni la fai? -d’improvviso curioso- Beh saranno ** anni.. in maniera disc-- AH! Ma come -con un risolino- ancora non hai trovato la chiave? A n c o r a non hai trovato l a c h i a v e ? -mi sento sprofondare dalla vergogna- Ancora non controlli le tue emozioni, sai quello è un fatto di auto-analisi, consapevolezze........ ......

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Io, graffiata in pieno viso, ho tentato di difendermi. Come se avessi dovuto difendere chi sono! Perchè mi ero sentita umiliata nella cosa più intima che può esistere: il rapporto con la propria vulnerabilità. Ho tentato, ma le parole non hanno consistenza se l'altro non ti ascolta e mi sono arresa: evidentemente ancora non ho raggiunto la consapevolezza (come te). Ho scelto di non giocare al suo gioco. sei un lupo travestito da pecora, sei la maschera di te stesso. ma ho taciuto. E mia madre, che di nulla si era accorta, continuava a sorridergli e a pendere dalle sue labbra, in questo gioco perverso che fanno i “vincenti”: adulare per essere adulati mentre io, in minoranza, ripiegavo nella solitudine. Come un cane randagio, rabbioso, scontroso, ferito, che non appartiene a nessuno, né a chi vince né a chi perde

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ase-trollplays · 2 years

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Revisit His Trauma

-- tapeFace [tf] began trolling sultrySiren [SS] --

TF: Maeron, it’s Florah. I’m using a friend’s phone.

SS: Flor@h???

SS: How did you get @w@y from @llm@h?? Where @re you?

SS: I need to tell k@rim@ where you @re §o §he c@n come get you.

TF: NO!!!

TF: Don’t tell her anything!

SS: §he’§ my be§t friend @nd your moir@il. Of cour§e I h@ve to tell her you’re ok@y!

SS: I’m §till your club, remember? P@rt of keeping you two on tr@ck i§ m@king §ure you communic@te.

TF: Just please do this for me! I’m not ready to face her yet!

TF: Shit went down, and I need space before I see her again.

SS: You’ve been gone for four perigee§. I think that’§ enough §p@ce. §he i§ liter@lly worrying her§elf §ick @bout you.

SS: Well, §icker.

SS: Why did you even me§§@ge me if you don’t w@nt me to tell her @nything? You h@d to know I would.

TF: Because I need a favor, and you’re the only one who can help.

TF: I need my phone, but it’s still at Allmah’s hive. I’m too scared to go back there, but I can’t let her keep it.

SS: §o you w@nt ME to ri§k my life going to her hive @nd getting your phone.

SS: Knowing full well §he h@§ no qu@lm§ @g@in§t killing me, @nd I would be @t @ huge di§@dv@nt@ge in @ §trife.

SS: §he @lre@dy tried to kill me once when I tried to get you b@ck @nd only f@iled bec@u§e my moir@il interfered. I’m not giving her @ ch@nce to fini§h the job.

SS: Just forget @bout it @nd buy your§elf @ new phone.

TF: I don’t want another one. I want that one. Karima gave me that phone while I was recovering after she rescued me.

TF: Plus, it has all my friends’ information on it, and I don’t want any of them on her radar.

TF: I’m begging you. Please. Please do this for me.

SS: Fine. With @ny luck, §he won’t be there. You owe me for thi§, though.

-- sultrySiren [SS] gave up trolling tapeFace [TF] --

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

Maeron and Cavler approached Allmah’s hive with caution. They both remembered all too well how her last meeting with Allmah ended, and they kept their weapons in hand for the inevitable strife that would ensue should they be caught. Cavler entered first, though as the door was opened they were both hit with a particularly awful smell: Blood and decay.

Maeron noticed the door to the garden was half open and decided to investigate that room first with Cavler following close behind. She pushed the door the rest of the way open with one of her morning stars and backed away in revulsion at the sight before her.

Allmah’s body lay decomposing with her throat ripped open and old blood pooled around her. Maeron covered her nose and mouth with her jacket both out of disgust and an attempt to filter out the horrid stench that emanated from the room.

“Well, Florah will be happy to know she’s dead for the time being,” she muttered as she stepped into the room. She grimaced as she looked down at the desiccated corpse and held her breath as she reluctantly searched Allmah’s body for Florah’s phone. Unfortunately, it was nowhere on her person, causing Maeron to curse that she touched her body for nothing. No amount of hand washing would make her feel clean after this.

She glanced around the room quickly before making a hasty exit, nearly knocking her moirail over in the process as she hurried to leave. “We’ll have to search the rest of her hive. Also, when we get back to my hive I need to wash these clothes immediately.”

The pair searched the other rooms of the hive, Cavler never once leaving Maeron’s side despite the primary threat apparently having been killed. Searches of her respiteblock yielded no results, nor did a search of her study. Across from the study was a locked room, though the door stood little chance against a barrage of strikes from Maeron’s morning stars.

With the door now in splintered pieces, the two trolls froze as they saw the contents of the room. It reeked of blood, and in its center was a bloodstained table with bindings clearly meant for holding people in place. Next to it was a small table with various tools: scalpels, a wood burner, a cattle prod, a needle and thread, a serrated spoon, and other items.

Cavler froze up as anxiety overtook him and memories of torture with his former captor flooded his mind. Maeron noticed him starting to shut down as anxiety took violent hold of him and slammed the door shut to comfort him. After several minutes, she managed to calm him and convinced him to wait for her downstairs to avoid being triggered again. She would have to enter the torture chamber alone.

“What the fuck... This place needs to be torn down. Messiahs only know how many people she killed in here for who knows why,” Maeron whispered as she entered the room and looked around. A thorough search of the room finally revealed Florah’s phone inside the drawer of a desk along with several books and journals. She tucked the phone safely away in her modus and flipped through the various books. A few of them were written in some other language she couldn’t understand, but the journals seemed to be a log of the trolls she sacrificed. Written within were various ages, castes, the methods with which they were tortured and how effective they were, how long it took them to die, and how much of their lifespan she was able to take.

There were three journals in total, all filled front to back with these entries. She didn’t even want to think how many innocent people were penned in those books, and it made her stomach turn to see the full extent of her sadism. Assuming that was the extent and there wasn’t more yet to be discovered. She threw the journals away from her in disgust and hastily exited the chamber.

She got what she came for. Time to go.

#things to read #Maeron Schiek #Florah Cronoa #You can't run #tw implied torture #tw death

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thecrazyworldbuilder · 2 years

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Some onomastics idk

Had an idea of making an onomasticon made from the most frequent letters in English

Those would be EAOITNSHR

But I thought, "Hey, that's not much of a variation is it?"

So I looked up the most frequent bigrams and trigrams in English, extending the whole thing to this: The And Tha Ent Ing Ion Tio For Nde Has Nce Edt Tis Oft Sth Men Th He In Er An Re Nd At On Nt Ha Es St En Ed To It Ou Ea Hi Is Or Ti As Te Et Ng Of Al De Se Le Sa Si Ar Ve Ra Id Ur T N S H R E A O I

Then I thought "Why not make a list of all possible bigraphemic names? So to GenWord I went and with some magic I did the thing*

So here are all possible "names" consisting of maximum two graphemes shown above:

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Some of them are quite unpronounceable but anyways.

Here's the GenWord settings for this:

--CATEGORIES-- A=eaoiOE B=tnshrHTSMтNнсг C=1234567890ЙЦУКЕНГШЩЗХЪФЫ D=ВАПРОЛДЖЭЯЧСМИТЬБЮю --REWRITE-- O||ou E||ea H||has T||tis S||sth M||men т||th N||nd н||nt с||st г||ng 1||and 2||ent 3||ing 4||ion 5||edt 6||oft 7||in 8||er 9||an 0||at Й||on Ц||es У||en К||ed Е||it Н||is Г||or Ш||as Щ||et З||of Х||al Ъ||ar Ф||id Ы||ur В||the А||tha П||tio Р||nde О||nce Л||he Д||re Ж||ha Э||to Я||hi Ч||ti С||te М||de И||se Т||le Ь||sa Б||si Ю||ve ю||ra --MONO--

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#onomastics #naming #names #fantasy names #name generator #onomasticon

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nassafa · 29 days

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On the Concept of Byzantium with Continual Reference to Alcibiades (v3) - Excerpt, Part 2-Section 1

download the PDF at: http://bluevelvetreview.com

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mstexalicious1961 · 5 months

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DOTK

devotion by Kesha Trippett

What's missing?

"I do not ask for these only, but also for those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me" John 17:20-21, ESV.

In Christ, we ll re import nt to the purpose nd pl n of God. He desires gre ter unity in the Body. He w nts us loving e ch other nd getting long. He w nts everyone supplying their part. He will get m zing glory s we do wh t He h s comm nded of us nd oper te s one.

How difficult was it to read the above text without the missing letter, "a"? On my keyboard, the letter "a" kept getting stuck and while I wanted to try to type without it in frustration or snatch the key out all together, I couldn't because the truth is, I needed it. The letter was important.

Holy Spirit speak...

"Just as you see your need for a letter of the alphabet, you will see your need for your sister and your brother. Every member of the Body of Christ are important to the mission you've been given. A document without all of the letters is difficult to read. Likewise, the message of Christ is difficult to be read when you believe you do not matter and you treat others as if they are unimportant. You have need of Me and you have need of each other."

Now, let's read that again with all of the letters:

In Christ, we all are important to the purpose and plan of God. He desires greater unity in the Body. The Lord wants us loving each other and getting along. He wants everyone supplying their part. He will get amazing glory as we do what He has commanded of us and operate as one.

#devotion

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nyabac · 5 months

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Thursday, 30 November 2023, 12 pm ET (US & Canada)

Online Zoom Lecture

70 Years of Wa/ondering: The Pylos Ta series and Mycenaean Ceremonies

TOM PALAIMA (Department of Classics & Program in Aegean Scripts and Prehistory, University of Texas at Austin)

The thirteen tablets of the Ta series at Pylos are arguably the most informative set of documents pertaining to paraphernalia used in ceremonies and rituals in the Linear B corpus.

The contents of the Ta tablets are diverse and significant for research in Aegean cultural history. There are a. clearly drawn ideograms of ceremonial vessels along with phonetic renderings of their names: pouring vases, receptacle vases, ritual heirloom tripods; b. references to the materials used to construct and decorate pieces of furniture; c. descriptions of abstract or figural motifs of decoration; d. observations on the state of repair of specific objects; e. likely identification of the region of manufacture of particular items (ke-re-si-jo); f. entries referring to implements connected with sacrificial actions (pa-sa-ro, wa-o and qi-si-pe-e) and equipment to use with fire (au-te, pu-ra-u-to-ro, -qa-ra-to-ro and e-ka-ra); g. inlaid tables (whether slaughtering tables or banqueting tables is now under discussion) with varying numbers of ‘feet’; h. throne and stool ‘sets’, other stools.

All this rich and detailed, if occasionally tantalizingly opaque, information was registered as the results of an inspection inventory involving a person named pu2-ke-qi-ri, whose status as an elite functionary, perhaps even a collector, is undebatable, although whether he is the actual tablet-writer of the Ta series and other important tablets that are identified as the work of Hand 2 is still being discussed.

Moreover, the header line for the Ta set specifies that the records were written on the occasion when the king (wa-na-ka) did something important (te-ke) with regards to an individual named au-ke-wa and the significant office of da-mo-ko-ro. What he did is in my view no longer a settled matter nor should it ever have been thought to be.

There are also other important socio-political terms embedded in the descriptions of individual items: for example, wa-na-se-wi-ja and a-mo-te-wi-ja.

I have myself turned to this series periodically since I wrote 49 years ago, as an advocatus diaboli, my M.A. thesis in fall semester 1974 trying to prove to myself and Emmett L. Bennett, Jr., that the tablet writer of the Ta series really was not Hand 2, but Hand 1, the master record-maker, whom Hand 2 closely resembles.

What I will do here today is give a reading of these texts that demonstrates how problematical it is (1) to address critical questions relating to their interpretation looking for either-or solutions; and (2) to keep the forest in mind when studying the roots, bark, branches and leaves of the trees and vice versa.

For seventy years now, the full Ta series of thirteen tablets (discovered in the 1952 excavation season at Pylos) has hardly ever not been under discussion. However, the last five years have seen a veritable renaissance. Behold:

Pierini, Bernabé, Ercoles (eds) 2021. THRONOS: Historical Grammar of Furniture in Mycenaean and Beyond.

Morton, J., N. Blackwell and K. Mahoney 2023. “Sacrificial Ritual and the Palace of Nestor: A Reanalysis of the Ta Tablets,” AJA 127.2, 167–187

Palaima, T.G. and N.G. Blackwell 2020. “Pylos Ta 716 and Mycenaean Ritual Paraphernalia: A Reconsideration,” SMEA NS 6, 67–95.

Blackwell, N.G. and T.G. Palaima 2021. “Further Discussion of pa-sa-ro on Pylos Ta 716: Insights from the Ayia Triada Sarcophagus,” SMEA NS 7, 21–37.

Perna, M. and R. Zucca 2021. “Il ta-ra-nu nel Mediterraneo antico,” in THRONOS, 97–104.

Petrakis, V. 2020. “Mycenaean thórnoi, Homeric θρόνοι: Textual Perspectives,” in L. Nosch, D. Brostowsky Gilboa (eds) The Ancient Throne: The Mediterranean, Near East, and Beyond, from the 3rd Millennium BCE to the 14th Century CE, 61–84.

Pierini, R. 2021. “Mycenaean Wood: Re-thinking the Function of Furniture in the Pylos Ta Tablets within Bronze Age Sacrificial Practices,” in THRONOS, 107–135.

Piquero, J. 2021. The Tables of the Pylos Ta Series: Text and Context, in THRONOS, 43–53

Díez Platas, F. 2021. “Imagining Chairs: Models and Representations of Mycenaean thronoi,” in THRONOS, 75–88.

Aura Jorro, F. 2021. Las interpretaciones de la serie Ta de Pilo en su context,” in THRONOS, 7–30.

Bernabé, A. 2021 How to Describe Things? Depictions of Tables on Mycenaean Tablets and in Present Day Furniture Catalogues, in THRONOS, 55–64.

Varias, C. 2016 “Testi relativi a mobilio e vasi pregiati,” in M. Del Freo, M. Perna (eds) Manuale di epigrafia micenea. Vol. 2: 551–563.

Murphy, J.M.A., S. R. Stocker, J. L Davis and L.A. Schepartz 2020. “Late Bronze Age Tombs at the Palace of Nestor at Pylos,” in J. M. A. Murphy (ed.) Death in Late Bronze Age Greece, 26–44.

Palaima, T.G. 2021. “Mycenaean *a-mo-te-u, Greek ἁρμόζω, and the Ideology of Joining,” MASt@chs Harvard Center for Hellenic Studies February 5, 2021. https://classical-inquiries.chs.harvard.edu/mastchs-winter-2021-seminar/ §§1–13.

Palaima, T.G. Forthcoming. “Historical Reflections on the Pylos Ta Series: Putting te-ke in Its Place,” in J. Bennet, A. Karnava and T. Meißner (eds) KO-RO-NO-WESA: 2021. Rethymno: School of Philosophy, University of Crete.

Zoom participation is limited to 300 people and registration is required. To register, please click here.

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