People are like “these animals have exoskeletons and these ones have endoskeletons” but no. It’s all exoskeletons, your exoskeleton is protecting your bone marrow which is where your soul (which is you) is. The rest of the stuff is extraneous decoration that Big Pharma wants you to think is important/
Why do you think there’s so few ghosts around? Why are most ghosts
people who died violently? You gotta crack the bones to let the soul
out. Most souls are trapped alone in the dark and silent ground (or
teaching hospitals) for hundreds or thousands of years until the bones
eventually start to break. People who are cremated get their whole soul
released and it can reincarnate. But if someone dies violently then
maybe only a couple of their bones are cracked and a little scrap of the
soul escapes but it’s incomplete and confused. Can’t figure out how to
leave, gets obsessed with its own circumstances, repeats actions, CANNOT
be reasoned with. PROOF that the soul is in the marrow.
See I know what I’m talking about.
Sin is stored in the teeth btw which is why young children are innocent (they’ll get a do-over with replacement teeth) and the elderly are shameless (once you have no teeth to remember your sins, you have nothing to fear).
Upon review I think that maybe vodka isn’t for me.
This has nothing to do with anything except that I just spent five straight minutes examining the text of the Serenity prayer for a fanfic, but accepting the things you cannot change is not like, a learned helplessness thing. It’s not, or at least it needn’t be, about making yourself smaller, or being passive in the face of injustice. If your inability to change a thing is like, real and unsolvable, you gain nothing and help no one by being upset about it. If your inability to change a thing could, itself, be changed, then it’s not a thing you cannot change, there are just, you know, steps to it. That’s where the wisdom to know the difference comes in.
I hate the sound of babies crying, but I can’t hate a baby. They’ve been here for like five minutes and approach this situation with an unhesitant attitude of “my needs are unmet and I am going to make it everybody’s problem”, and I respect that.
Something I read years ago and completely agree with, is that human babies are pretty helpless compared to many other species. We can’t walk or run within hours of being born, as many mammals can. We don’t have teeth yet, to defend ourselves. We can’t get our own food for a long time.
But one thing human babies are really good at - often within seconds of being born - is asking for help.
As we mature and gain new skills - vocabulary both verbal and written, gestures, facial expressions, and so forth - the way we ask for help changes. But babies have just one way of asking for help - filling their lungs with air and wailing. And they’re right to do so! Their needs are unmet and they cannot do a damn thing about it except request assistance.
There’s plenty of adults who could stand to take some pointers.
I still think it’s objectively fucked how the world is built for morning people and if you wake up later than everyone else you’re seen as a malicious aberration of some sort. I am that but it’s not because I wake up at 11 fuck yourself
What all historical fan fiction writers need is a database with a series of videos showing someone getting dressed and then undressing step-by-step with subtitles that tell us the name of each item of clothing, for every possible era and culture
Yes, so we can write smut, obviously, but very informative smut where you come out learning a little something about the undergarments of a woman in the early 1600s Italy and how you might take them off with your teeth
Thanks enonem for this great European source! If anyone has other great sources, please share
one of the best gideon moments hands down is when, post battle with new lyctor ianthe, she finds out that dulcinea and palamedes are sort of exes and she LIES DOWN ON THE GROUND ABOUT IT AND GROANS FOR FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. everyone is like “gideon get up” “gideon it’s not a big deal” and she is like literally i’m going to end it all. this is so embarrassing for me and palamedes must hate me (cam has told her four times this is Not True) i must go make things right with him immediately. babygirl there’s a feral infant proto-god who just consumed the soul of her 1950s greaser chewtoy sprinting around canaan house you HAVE to change your priorities. and yet she won’t and she doesn’t. i love her so bad
The thing about Gideon is that up until Canaan House, she has literally never in her life had a friend and she is desperate for that connection. And that desperation doesn’t occur in a vacuum: it’s been simmering in the neglect and abuse of the Ninth for eighteen years. That’s part of why she dreamed of joining the Cohort, to finally have those relationships. When she stays shut up in the Ninth quarters at Canaan House, she goes to bed “furious with loneliness.”
And then suddenly she has that, with Palamedes and Camilla. She gets a taste of it with Magnus, and Isaac and Jeannemary, even a little with “Dulcinea,” but none of those reach the friendship she experiences for the first time with the Sixth. They look out for her, as she does for them, they collaborate with her and Harrow, she confesses her most shameful secrets to them. She has no template for how to navigate these relationships, no experience handling the emotions that come with them (regardless of whether or not she’s acknowledging those emotions).
To think that she’s ruined one of her first friendships and hurt one of the few people she’s ever been remotely close with in her life? Of course she’s devastated. Of course she’s inconsolable. Of course she sees repairing and preserving that friendship as a priority equal to the newly hatched baby Lyctor fresh off a murder. She’s been longing for this her entire life, and she’s not going to let it go without a fight.
