If you're sad right now, this is for you, too. 💙
🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞
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ougghhh everyone’s talking so fondly about lionpaw and his new friendships made by the ripwater event but all i can think about is his mention of ashfur’s comment. and how lion probably thinks it’s just a little joke but ash might actually mean it :(
There's this little pearl of a theme hidden in the Ripwater Episode, if you look carefully; abuse acts on people in insidious but subtle ways.
It's Mistystar who's defensive of asking for help or admitting a problem, thinking of what she did to Leopardstar and also repeating cultural sentiment that once victimized her herself.
It's Squirrelflight shouting at her daughter for acting like she used to, because she's spent some years being yelled at in a similar way
It's Hollypaw who isn't allowed to enjoy her achievement of saving Otterpaw's life or lean into how much she has in common with Lakepaw, because she's ashamed of how she did something "wrong" by snooping
And lastly, it's Lionpaw, who's starting to believe the vicious comments that Ashfur says about him. I referenced Willowpelt partially for the sweet little irony of him teaching her recipe to her unknown grandson, Ripplepaw, but ALSO because Ashfur is starting to isolate him.
Willowpelt is the Head of Hunting, currently, a position that Lionblaze is going to succeed her in. I don't think Ashfur is playing 4D chess quite yet, but there's a couple of little motivations knocking around in Ashfur's heart for why he's nasty whenever Lionpaw interacts with her;
Ashfur hates Willowpelt, because of the events from Ferncloud's Parting. He isn't aggressive to her directly, but he does spread rumors and slander whenever possible, happy to remind others of her exile.
Lionpaw getting close to Willowpelt will annoy him. Ashfur both hates and resents his apprentice, but also feels POSSESSIVE of him. He feels like Willowpelt will "steal" what's his.
A simple but hard truth; Ashfur wants Lionpaw to hurt. Maybe Ashfur sees it in his head like "telling the hard truth" or "toughening his apprentice up," but when he makes those malicious little comments, makes him recoil with hurt, it feels righteous.
Maybe in the next draft, it should actually be Ashfur, not Blackclaw, who comes to growl at Lionpaw for bonding with Lakepaw over the spears. Maybe have Willowpelt come in to show them how to properly use one and that's actually what set Ash off. Like he just used xenophobia because it was convenient in that moment.
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The fact that Trapper is quick to do his usual "So you got yourself knocked up, big whoop, get out," schtick up until the moment that Margaret says "Please," is so fun. I know in large part it's because Margaret has barely ever said please to either of them—she's too keen on giving orders and demands—and that's what tells him that it's serious, actually. But also, for better or for worse, this man is a husband, and if a beautiful, panicked woman shows up in front of him in her robe in the middle of the night, I don't think even a hurricane could stop him from providing some assistance.
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homosexuals 🫵
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just have to get through tonight and tomorrow morning and then my dad's gonna be back and this horrible awful week from hell will be over
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🪆would love one featuring Russian thoughts on God! ✝️
SO. I could have sworn that I've posted "Avvakum in Pustozyorsk" on this blog before, but I can't seem to find it so here it is.
(For context, this is written in the voice of a 17th century Russian Orthodox priest and religious dissident (an "Old Believer"). Avvakum was sent to the military outpost of Pustozyorsk where he was imprisoned four fourteen years, then eventually burned at the stake. It uses this historical voice to reflect on the religious persecution of the Soviet era. Also, it's fairly long, so I've highlighted my favorite stanzas.)
Avvakum in Pustozyorsk
The walls of my church
are the ribs round my heart;
it seems life and I
are soon bound to part.
My cross now rises,
traced with two fingers.
In Pustozyorsk it blazes;
its blaze will linger.
I’m glorified everywhere,
vilified, branded;
I have already become
the stuff of legend:
I was, people say,
full of anger and spite;
I suffered, I died
for the ancient rite.
But this popular verdict
is ugly nonsense;
I hear and reject the
implied censure.
A rite is nothing –
neither wrong nor right;
a rite is a trifle
in God’s sight.
But they attacked our faith
and the ways of the past,
in all we’d learned as children,
and taken to heart.
In their holy garments,
in their grand hats,
with a cold crucifix
in their cold hands,
in thrall to a terror
clutching their souls,
they drag us to jails and
herd us to scaffolds.
We don’t debate doctrine,
of books and their age;
we don’t debate virtues
of fetters and chains.
Our dispute is of freedom,
and the right to breathe –
about our Lord’s will
to bind as he please.
The healers of souls
chastised our bodies;
while they schemed and plotted,
we ran to the forests.
Despite their decrees,
we hurled our words out
of the lion’s mouth
and into the world.
We called for vengeance
against their sins
along with the Lord;
we sang poems and hymns.
The words of the Lord
were claps of thunder.
The Church endures;
it will never go under.
And I, unyielding,
reading the Psalter,
was brought to the gates
of the Andronikov Monastery.
I was young;
I endured every pain:
hunger, beatings,
interrogations.
A winged angel
shut the eyes of the guard,
brought me cabbage soup
and a hunk of bread.
I crossed the threshold –
and I walked free.
Embracing my exile,
I walked to the East.
I held services
by the Amur River,
where I barely survived
the winds and blizzards.
They branded my cheeks
with brands of frost;
by a mountain stream
they tore out my nostrils.
But the path to the Lord
goes from jail to jail;
the path to the Lord
never changes.
And all too few,
since Jesus’s days,
have proved able to bear
God’s all-seeing gaze.
Nastasia, Nastasia,
do not despair;
true joy often wears
a garment of tears.
Whatever temptations
may beat in your heart,
whatever torments
may rip you apart,
walk on in peace
through a thousand troubles
and fear not the snake
that bites at your ankles –
though not from Eden
has this snake crawled;
it is an envoy of evil
from Satan’s world.
Here, birdsong
is unknown;
here one learns patience
and the wisdom of stone.
I have seen no colour
except lingonberry
in fourteen years
spent as a prisoner.
But this is not madness,
nor a waking dream;
it is my soul’s fortress,
its will and freedom.
And now they are leading me
far away and in fetters;
my yoke is easy,
my burden grows lighter.
My track is swept clean
dusted with silver;
I’m climbing to heaven
on wings of fire.
Through cold and hunger,
through grief and fear,
towards God, like a dove,
I rise from the pyre.
O far-away Russia –
I give you my vow
to return from the sky,
forgiving my foes.
May I be reviled,
and burned at the stake;
may my ashes be cast
on the mountain wind.
There is no fate sweeter,
no better end,
than to knock, as ash,
at the human heart.
--Varlam Shalamov
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(-Whispers- SoOoOo-.... Is any good Samaritan out there with a Switch able to tell me the difference between a normal, an OLED, and a Lite?)
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whatever. love the writing of the DHMIS show because EVERY single character in it switches violently between the roles of either straightman or bugs bunny with no in between.
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Me when i procrastinate on school work so i draw, but then i get to a point that i just cant draw so i procrastinate on drawing by studying, but then im bored so i go back to drawing, but i still cant draw that thing so I-
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I FEEL LIKE A RABID DOG WHILE READING THE PORNSTAR!GHOST SERIES!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
LMAO exactly the reaction I was hoping to coax out of you all 💕
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Finally got to that Act 2 Durge camp scene if you refuse to kill Isobel last night, and while I've seen that scene like a billion times other places, going through it with both Astarion and Shadowheart as Aurora gave me some thoughts whirring in my head
Aurora's mental state for most of the game is in the gutter. Like the level of self-loathing she carries with her at all times is honestly a bit much, leading her to be very self sacrificing and borderline suicidal. She's kept it together thus far, even finding some renewed hope and purpose after discovering her connection to Lathander at the monastery, but when she's forced to almost kill a loved one in camp she just falls apart completely.
When she's finally back to her self again, all she has left in her is tears. She's just so tired. Between the sleepless nights, the chronic headaches and pains, the constant battles both within and without her cup is already full, and now it's spilling over.
She genuinely contemplates just leaving, putting as much distance between herself and the others as she can before turning, maybe taking down some shadowy abominations with her as she goes. And if push came to shove, a dagger to the heart always does the trick.
She's kept her Urge mostly secret until now, afraid of what the others would think, and is very pleasantly surprised to discover she's met with compassion of all things. The others are wary of her, sure, but none of them seem to blame her for her affliction, and seem mostly preoccupied with how to avoid any possible incidents in the future.
And then there's Astarion, who almost got killed by her uncontrollable bloodlust, and Shadowheart, who could just as easily have become the victim had the dice of fate rolled slightly differently. The way both of them are so supportive of her, seemingly unfazed by the moral aspects of the Urge. How Astarion is being a little cheeky about the whole thing, joking about it in all the right ways to ease the tension, while Shadowheart's more earnest and serious approach still makes her feel seen and taken seriously.
To be met with such understanding and love when she has none for herself is so important to her I think, to have something more to live for than just a sense of duty and spite. Someone to keep the candle of hope lit, even when the Urge tries to snuff it out.
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grabs ur shoulders OH ANON IM GLAD YOU ASKED :)
i like it as a ship, i don’t mind it at all! one of my FAVE trial moments is in trial 3 when gundham gets confused about the uhhhhhhhibuki’s body thing and chiaki is like “oh you want me to explain it to you right? because you dont understand what im saying right? :o” and gundham says “an even bigger jerk?! IMPOSSIBLE!!! >:(” and then he continues to speak gibberish @ her while she’s trying to explain it, their own mini rebuttal showdown lmao AND THEN hajime has to consent with sonia’s statement to prove that chiaki is right before he just rebuttal showdowns with hajime (”’does that mean you have a rebuttal?’... hmph, thats a good line.”) omg i love him :’)
uh anyways there’s also that little part in chapter one where chiaki helps look under the lodge with him. “oh these two are silly :)” was one of my first thoughts when i was getting through sdr2 for the first time
she also has that thing with thinking animals are wierd/they make her uncomfortable SOOO gundham would be The Guy for her to talk to about getting more comfortable with them (like how in her third fte her and hajime go to the ranch and she pets the cow AND like with pekos first fte hajime suggests she go talk to gundham about her own problem with animals RAISES BROWS)
sonia x gundham x hajime x chiaki poly i love any combo of those four tbfh!!!!! im a fan!!! call me a parrot how im polly wanting some crackers!! <3 double anyways this got too long, have this little doodle anon thank you for your question :)
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I'm going to be in 🇬🇧London🇬🇧 25-28 April 2025 at the very least =D.
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they need to open a proper independent coffee shop in my village or i'll kms
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if i did a reread of the walking dead and wrote an essay on how aegon ii and carl are doomed to be the last man standing by their narratives, and what starts out as a sort of cool & nifty super power of always surviving turns into this horrific curse where everyone they know is dying around them & sometimes it’s their fault & sometimes it’s not but either way they can’t ever stop it until they’re sitting at the ending with nothing but their lone daughter to protect but so broken they can no longer connect to her and then their story abruptly ends-
would that be like the Most stupid, nerdy thing i have ever done in my life or
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