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"i wanna do this with you" is a love language 🫀

Me: okay I'm giving up on writing normal romance, let's hear it for middle-aged space sex workers.

Me, helpless: so here's the complex social structure that results in miscommunication around the concept of indentured sex work with aliens from this particular planet okay okay not too bad.

Me, 500 words later, angry at myself: and here's how the union scale works for the welding crew comprised of many different species with different sizes and which age differently and which have different senses and abilities.

“You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”

— Albert Camus

13 October 2024.

Palestinians bid farewell to children who were killed in an Israeli air strike in the Shate refugee camp, west of Gaza.

The children were playing next to their homes in the beach camp, until an Israeli missile struck them.

Israel slaughtered 5 Palestinian children in cold blood, with no repercussions whatsoever.

(source)

Wait... you actually do really want to fuck werewolves and it's not a joke???

You phrase this like it's unbelievable and yet you're on the site that wanted to fuck the Onceler and Sans Undertale. I'm very tame comparatively.

for a satire news site they hit the nail on the head

In the name of progress, you signed your name.

In silence, you wrote it with their blood.

In fear, you turn your head so much, it has twisted into headlessness.

Will you wait for the sinew to snap?

They will wear your head to the next met gala.

Your childrens souls will tear you apart in condemnation, and you will let them, watching the blood drip from their haunted faces.

You will not know hell, unless it is of your own making.

Your eyelids will be peeled from your flesh, for all that you closed your eyes to keep from seeing.

You will watch your actions on loop, screaming, out of any binding with time, through a throat decayed from poisons spoken and ashes of war, permissively consumed. From lungs drowned with the shit of war pigs.

You will do this, you now choose this.

You will remember only this, nothing more.

I'm trying to understand something that seems a bit contradictive. On one hand, you say old experienced fighters can easily beat young fighters solely through their experiences. However, you also say the more someone is in combat, the more wear and tear they have. So, why couldn't a young healthy fighter take advantage of all that body strain and easier injuries that could cripple an old figher despite their experience?

Congratulations. You’ve hit on the crux of most traditional martial arts narratives—the dangerous old timer versus the young up and comer.

The young have youth and virility at their physical peak. The old have experience and wisdom.

The Aliens vs Predator 1997 card game had a great reference about old fighters. It’s a line I really like, “a bit slower, a lot smarter.”

I’ll be completely honest, it’s difficult to really grasp the vast gap experience creates until you’ve had your ass handed to you by a guy pushing seventy. Or watched him shatter a wooden baseball bat with his shin. Or watched him float through the air nimbly like a butterfly with more agility and grace than you will likely ever manage.

The funny thing is that the old, wise martial arts master on the mountain isn’t just a trope or a joke. A person who has been training for forty to fifty years can be equal parts breathtaking, terrifying, and unforgettable.

It’s true, there’s more wear, tear, and strain on a thirty year old that’s been fighting for a decade than an eighteen year old. The problem is you’re just thinking about the physical body and not the experience they’ve gained fighting and surviving for those ten years beyond what their initial training offered. What they’ve learned is the difference, because the dumb ones and the unlucky ones are all dead.

A lot of writers have this problem with writing more experienced warriors and, ironically, a lot of young fighters have this problem with experienced warriors. They both have the problem of thinking the fight starts when the violence starts, and that all violence is force on force. If you think about your fight scene (and violence in general) like you’re clashing two action figures together, obviously the younger, less damaged toy is going to hold up better. The older toy is more likely to break first. Unfortunately, life isn’t that simple. Also, if you’re just clashing action figures, your fight scenes are going to be really boring.

The name of the game is brains. One of the most decisive aspects of combat is control. Controlling when the fight happens, controlling how the fight happens, controlling the speed of the fight, and ensuring the fight happens in the place of your choosing are all part of an experienced warrior’s repertoire. Depriving your opponent of their advantages while boosting your own is strategy.

This is why the experienced fighters often end up as antagonists because they’re best able to pressure the protagonist to learn and grow. Only by learning new techniques, to fight smarter, not harder can the protagonist defeat their antagonist.

The more experienced your fighter is, the more likely they are to be fighting smart. You’re right, they can no longer rely solely on their physical advantages but they’ve been gaining in time while they’ve been losing to time.

-Michi

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Earth is not liking the burning spots but the rest feels lovely. Got a bit of a parasitic bug that keeps trying to go everywhere and fight everything though, going on ebay to order an extinction for that.

Earth has no idea why humans think global warming hurts her. In fact she is excited! Its been a while since the last extinction. She was already starting to get tired of mammals.

Okay okay we all know Johnny cash did his cover of Hurt and we were all like “ok he owns that now” but I watched the music video he made and I’m like “oh he OWNS it owns it”

Timepiece with the fewest moving parts:

Sundial.

Timepiece with the most moving parts:

Hourglass.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Explainlikeimscared/

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

“When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you’re happy and it’s easy.”

— Lauren Olivier

— Evelyn Graham Frost, ‘Memory’

*click clacks across your feed with tongs* listen to the click! Become crabs with your fellow clicker!

“Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that click.”

— Ann Aguirre

I don't believe in ownership.

No one being can belong to someone else.

I think that states a level of permanence that just isn't really feasible, especially when it comes to living creatures.

I believe we deem things, relationships, contracts, as useful or important to us, and are most definitely responsible for the benefits and consequences of said things - therefore try to retain them for obvious personal reasons, but we do not own anything.

Registration of ownership is record keeping for the benefit of a social contract held by the community we enter into when born into the social system. But there have been entire civilizations in the past who maintained such a close relationship with their communities and the earth, that they never needed to keep any written records of these figures, because resources were shared, found and honoured, as were their social bindings. We thrived, living with the land.

Then we started owning it. We started to bicker over rocks and trees, things the Earth held in agreement to provide continually in return for pieces of itself to live faster, feel and think faster, to explore yet another way of existing. We forgot about the agreement, in exchange for bigger brains and fancier shelters. She tried to communicate, and those who listened found their way back to the agreement. And then we killed them. We started killing ourselves, and never stopped, trying to get back to an agreement of our own design and construction, forgetting that we are not all powerful, all owning. We forgot, some chose not to look back, and now we lay the consequences of ownership at our own feet. Do you feel fulfilled? Is your belly full of fish?

I don't believe in ownership.

Least of all owning a life. I do not own Inni.

I am responsible for her but that is a choice I make, an agreement we honour daily, her comfort and care is bound to me because I care for her.

If I'm lucky and if I do that well enough, she is happy. And if she is happy, that I may be fortunate enough to feel her happiness, and continue to do so.

In keeping with the social contract I was born into and choose to submit to day after day, yes I suppose I "own" her, but to say so feels garish and blunt.

In a world of balanced love , there is no ownership. Only choices. Only agreements, a two way binding. In a community this becomes a spiderweb (and the breaking of an agreement breaks part of that web, causing others to slacken and some to grow taught enough to snap soon, but who hold on with every fibre of their being until they too, break).

I choose to care for her, share my gathered resources with her. She chooses to plonk herself down next to me day after day and tell me that she is happy and content, with purring and consensual cuddles. And that choice, at least to me, is worth more than telling her and the world that I Own her, like I'm a performing seal trying to dance for an audience in exchange for fish.

What does your proud supposed ownership of a life, of a land, of the earth prove, exactly?

Seems to shine a light on all the gaps you're filling with smelly fish, to me.

The birds, the mice, the insects do not honour such agreements, they cannot even comprehend such folly. Creatures can be territorial, but it does not do so to the extreme of vacating and destroying every life and organism from it's projected territory.

I HAVE a cat, because she lives in the safe confines of my home. She is part of my environment now and we live as colony mates. If I lived somewhere where I could guarantee her safety, and the safety of others, in roaming free, I would give her spatial freedom, too.

I love her. She loves me.

She HAS a person. She knows without speaking that I will provide and care for her, because this is what I have shown her that I do and knows that I made that agreement. I may be beholden to her. But she does not own me.

And even if she didn't love me,

I would still love her.

But she chooses to,

too, and that's priceless,

that is freedom and love, to me.

An agreement. A choice. An understanding.

A cat knows this. The land that hugs your feet with every step knows this. Are we so clever as to tell them they're wrong? Are we brave enough to admit when we are, even if that wrong goes back to the beginning of time? You have the ability to choose, to agree to or divert from anything, and be receptive to the consequences of that choice, be it to love, be loved, be responsible or be content . But first the choice must be made, to truly see, the agreement. The choice must be made to sometimes say they did not agree, so together we must find another way. That in itself is an agreement. Life is simply an agreement with death, a choice made to explore something apart from it, but the agreement death keeps in turn is that life will always return to it's loving, flowing arms, to be cast again, for love. Love, is the agreement.

Hey, cis women who say "I wish I was a man but definitely not a trans way, haha! I would never be a man :)"

I say this with all the gentleness in my heart: It is okay for you to be a man. If you want to be a man, you can just be one. You also don't have to stop being a woman to be a man. Multigender people exist. You can be a man and a woman at the same time. Or you can be just a man, or a non-binary man, or non-binary, or something entirely different. You can do and be whatever you want and whatever makes you happy.

Becoming a man is not a betrayal of womanhood and feminism. And everyone who makes you feel like it is an absolute asshole, and you should not ever listen to them. You do not have to push your own happiness aside for other peoples' comfort.

If you want to be a man, try it out! See where it gets you. Maybe it turns out that you really weren't trans, or not a trans man but something else entirely, and that's fine, too. Maybe it turns out you are a trans man. In any case, following those thoughts might get you to a happier and better place in the end. And if you turn out to be happier as a man than you were as a woman, that is wonderful.

Please don't feel forced to stay a cis woman for feminism - any feminism that mistreats or hates trans men and transmasculine people is bad feminism. Being a trans man or transmasc is not a moral failure.

Trans manhood and masculinity are wonderful, and you deserve happiness. And if you find that happiness in manhood/masculinity, you don't deserve to be shamed or harassed for it, and you should not be made to feel the need to put yourself down for it, either.

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that