Are You A People?

27 Jul

So if there are places aside from this, That of course means that we can move from place to place. Or does it?

The leap of logic inherent is that we are things that move from place to place, and then the complicit falsehoods are that the places we can move to are places we would be motivated to move to, and that having each the ability, motivation, and place, the move is allowed by our situation.

Which asks the question of ability, Which would seem to include the allowance of situation, and that this is then just a recusion of deliberate definition.

But then anyway… the real question is that if this girl has gone to sleep on me…. then ought I leave?

First I must determine whether she is awake.

27 Jul
bearded-glory:


drcabl3:

jessicreep:

kittydoom:

A Multi-Function Clip That Hides a Toolbox In Your Hair

Um yes!

I still want to bulk buy these and adonize  batch pink.

would keep this in my beard at all times

bearded-glory:

drcabl3:

jessicreep:

kittydoom:

A Multi-Function Clip That Hides a Toolbox In Your Hair

Um yes!

I still want to bulk buy these and adonize  batch pink.

would keep this in my beard at all times

Reblogged from tehriz
Originally from kittydoom

(Source: Gizmodo)

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27 Jul

howtofightwrite:

Here’s some interesting info on how sharp medieval swords actually were, and how to actually use swords against plate armor.

Skullagrim has a lot of sword related videos up, including him taking a look at the practicality of various fictional weapon designs.

-Starke

Reblogged from clevergirlhelps
Originally from howtofightwrite

(Source: youtube.com)

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27 Jul

magicaldoole:

batcii:

smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.

I want this so badly.

Reblogged from justpartof-thenoise
Originally from batcii

(Source: batcii)

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26 Jul

now, what I want out of life is friends around me and possibly a girlfriend. But I might want to be the girlfriend and have a boyfriend, so that’s a confusing point for me, full of desires and jealously and strange back and forth. The person I want is muchly the person I want to be, and in that context, well, that’s somewhat troubling.

This isn’t a thing that I’ve mastered, but neither is it a thing that damages me on a regular basis. What does damage me is the feeling of isolation I put myself into whenever I’m not involved with a person in a manner that is..incredibly difficult to achieve, due in part to my depression and in part to my snobbish standoffish behavior and complete lack of comprehension of many of the meatsacks wandering around pretending to be people….

Except, then, what I want more than anything else, for some reason, likely because I’m an addict of some sort, is to intoxicate myself such that things are..a little bit harder. But also easier. Math is harder, and figuring out the fall patterns of things, reflexes, but people? people make a bit more sense.

So that’s a thing that finds me over and over. And it doesn’t hurt that I largely forget the part of me that is jealous and uncomfortable and wants to die.

Except for those times when such things are what are on my mind, and those times are…not quite fun.

But then…neither is drinking alone, and I fear I can’t replicate the pattern of drinking I managed to put together in college, which was, while incredibly unhealthy, at the very least, completely social.

And the fact that as an adult I’m not entitled to spaces like I had as a kid in school is somewhat bothersome.

I think there might be something wrong with that, because it seems a bit wrong that as things get harder and stranger, I ought back off from these other things and isolate myself and be self contained, rather than networked and helpful.

But perhaps I’ve a warped idea of what it means to be an adult, and had a warped view of my very private parents, and can get away with living a much more open life in a much tighter knit group.

If I can only manage to get one of those together.

Any suggestions?

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19 Jul
southsun-stalwart:

Treadrock Uplands, Dry Top.

We came to the canyonlands from the sea coast, a single ship isolated from our flotilla by storms on the seas. We had been traveling by sea clock and dead reckoning, but in the twelve days without sun, slung high and low by the surf and the waves, with our sails bound tight, sailors lost overboard, we lost all count of how fast we were moving, and in what direction, for the compass shifts wildly when the great storms are near.

So have we arrived, some sixty two men and nineteen women, in this harsh land of canyon and cavern, stretching as far as one can see from a day’s hard march from the cove where we are wrecked. Wood is scarce, and plants scarcer too, yet strange fungus grow in the shadier regions, and fresh water pools are abundant.

We think we can make a home of such a place, though we are unsure, and if we can’t find in our stores seeds that have not gone to rot, then our future will be bleak indeed. Lacking horses or beasts of burden, we must suffice with what hand-carts we can fasion from the wreckage. Shelter and defense will not be a problem, as the armory is intact, with blasting powder in vast quantities, twenty two cannon, and rifles and bullets aplenty. The Long Toms, however, are gone.

Some of the men say they can use the blasting powder judiciously to open caves in the canyon walls, inside which we might haul the accouterments of our cabins and make a sort of home.

For me, I hope quickly for any sheltered space that might count as a space for the scribe is one that I might expand into a library and later schoolyard, as some books have survived, many useful, though of our cultural heritage, only portional codexes of the great good book seem intact enough for copies to be made, and in this place…I wonder that we might be off the first courses of any ship, and in that sense…wild lands under the fold are now our domain…Has any person ever been here?

The world is vast, and we are few…but I expect we might survive. 
If current actuarial tables are anything to go by, and I fear I might need to impress on some of the women here a new duty to population growth, not a thing we are accustomed to…this fragment might grow to be a colony, though without hope of contact by the empire…

Something bothers me about our population that I will not put words to, but might be inferred from the above pages. My services of scribe might make me the most articulate of those who remain, and I expect this journal may become public record…and sooner than I might like. In that sense, I will explain here to those who might read that I am, actually, being quite circumspect in my descriptions of our state..though dire, we estimate we do have a chance, if not foiled by our own foibles.

Following this first account, a list of the dead.

Captian Alexandros
Mates first and second class Nan-Andra, Saled n’Thos
Chemiser Tralven, and apprentice Gin-Weln

Matrons Gharen, Chiss, Galet, Faran
Ship’s Lasses Ye-Tel, Jatara, Halven, Tori, Kiren, Charadan, Hatava.

Marines Anton-Levent, Kal-Levent, Darius, 
Centurion Xraxos and the six Unspeaking.

May the gods of our own Wild Sea, and whatever gods might listen in this new land watch over them.

southsun-stalwart:

Treadrock Uplands, Dry Top.

We came to the canyonlands from the sea coast, a single ship isolated from our flotilla by storms on the seas. We had been traveling by sea clock and dead reckoning, but in the twelve days without sun, slung high and low by the surf and the waves, with our sails bound tight, sailors lost overboard, we lost all count of how fast we were moving, and in what direction, for the compass shifts wildly when the great storms are near.

So have we arrived, some sixty two men and nineteen women, in this harsh land of canyon and cavern, stretching as far as one can see from a day’s hard march from the cove where we are wrecked. Wood is scarce, and plants scarcer too, yet strange fungus grow in the shadier regions, and fresh water pools are abundant.

We think we can make a home of such a place, though we are unsure, and if we can’t find in our stores seeds that have not gone to rot, then our future will be bleak indeed. Lacking horses or beasts of burden, we must suffice with what hand-carts we can fasion from the wreckage. Shelter and defense will not be a problem, as the armory is intact, with blasting powder in vast quantities, twenty two cannon, and rifles and bullets aplenty. The Long Toms, however, are gone.

Some of the men say they can use the blasting powder judiciously to open caves in the canyon walls, inside which we might haul the accouterments of our cabins and make a sort of home.

For me, I hope quickly for any sheltered space that might count as a space for the scribe is one that I might expand into a library and later schoolyard, as some books have survived, many useful, though of our cultural heritage, only portional codexes of the great good book seem intact enough for copies to be made, and in this place…I wonder that we might be off the first courses of any ship, and in that sense…wild lands under the fold are now our domain…Has any person ever been here?

The world is vast, and we are few…but I expect we might survive. If current actuarial tables are anything to go by, and I fear I might need to impress on some of the women here a new duty to population growth, not a thing we are accustomed to…this fragment might grow to be a colony, though without hope of contact by the empire…

Something bothers me about our population that I will not put words to, but might be inferred from the above pages. My services of scribe might make me the most articulate of those who remain, and I expect this journal may become public record…and sooner than I might like. In that sense, I will explain here to those who might read that I am, actually, being quite circumspect in my descriptions of our state..though dire, we estimate we do have a chance, if not foiled by our own foibles.

Following this first account, a list of the dead.

Captian Alexandros Mates first and second class Nan-Andra, Saled n’Thos Chemiser Tralven, and apprentice Gin-Weln

Matrons Gharen, Chiss, Galet, Faran Ship’s Lasses Ye-Tel, Jatara, Halven, Tori, Kiren, Charadan, Hatava.

Marines Anton-Levent, Kal-Levent, Darius, Centurion Xraxos and the six Unspeaking.

May the gods of our own Wild Sea, and whatever gods might listen in this new land watch over them.

Reblogged from southsun-stalwart
Originally from southsun-stalwart

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17 Jul

backonpointe:

aromatist:

The song is going to come with me on my recovery journey. I was crying 20 seconds in because it gives me a lot of hope. I want to dedicate it to anyone who struggles with self-acceptance.

So beautiful. Please don’t only listen, but watch the video. I’d love it if every single one of my readers took a couple minutes to watch this and really take it to heart.

Reblogged from backonpointe
Originally from aromatist

(Source: aormatist)

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17 Jul

REBLOG if you’re pan/bi/asexual

legacyofthetimewar:

Let’s show them we exist guys

Reblogged from tehriz
Originally from legacyofthetimewar

(Source: legacyofthetimewar)

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15 Jul

guildwarandpeace:

W-welcome to Zephyr Sanctum! This is my absolute favorite map, and I’m so glad it’s back. Everyone having fun?

Reblogged from guildwarandpeace
Originally from guildwarandpeace

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15 Jul

its okay. I’m not bisexual. I’m a white man.

That’s exactly what I am Because that’s what you see.

But when you see that..

Why do you assume I’m a white man of masculine intentions, hunting women in the street?

Because that isn’t who I am. And even if you ask…

I’ll probably not tell you. You’re not my friend.

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