starfalloblivion
starfalloblivion
starfall oblivion
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Some people bleed blood, others bleed words. Not art is visual and not all lies are spoken. aesthetics & poetry blog.
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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There was a phrase that I used in my classroom when my students would ask me about doing questionable things, and my response was always, "Technically you can, but should you?"
The reason I used this instead of a simple yes or no answer is because it opened up conversation. Instead of blindly looking for permission, the conversation became more about cause and effect. Usually it navigated the "well you can't tell me what to do I'm going to do it anyway" instinct in kids when I'd say no, because all they were looking for is something to challenge them.
For example: "Can I jump off the slide?"
"Technically you can, but should you?"
If they answer no, I'd ask why. Usually they'd say because it's against the rules or I don't know.
If they say it's against the rules, I'd ask them why they think it's a rule. And if they'd say I don't know, I'd explain that the slide is five feet off of the ground, and jumping that high is a good way to hurt your knees or worse.
And then the most important part: if you did do it, how can you make it safer?
That's when the creativity juices started to flow. I'd get anything from pillows to beds to bouncy shoes to wings to someone catching them (which became a whole different conversation). And I told them since we didn't have those things here, it wasn't safe. And safety is everyone's number one job at school.
It stopped them from doing it behind my back. It got them to engage in critical thinking. And it helped them figure out how to do things without help.
However, there's always been an itching thought in the back of my head. Somewhere out there, did one of my past students drag their mattress out to the slide and jump off of it?
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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"I'VE DONE EVERYTHING ON MY OWN, NO ONE HAS EVER HELPED ME" types some one on a computer or phone he did not make, onto a social media site made by some one else and maintained by hundreds more, specifically to SPEAK to other humans and have his statement SEEN by them, while wearing clothes he did not sew made of out of materials he did not create made from plants and other things he did not grow or cultivate.
He sits on a chair he did not make and would not even know HOW to make, made of wood from a tree another human planted on purpose, with the future of other humans and this world in mind as they did.
"I'M INDEPENDENT, AND ALL OF MY SUCCESS HAS BEEN MY OWN BOOTSTRAPS, CUCKS" he continues to type, ignoring that his job was only secured because he had friends in the right places at the right time willing to help him out and get his foot in the door, ignoring the schooling and training necessary to be good at this job that he needed others to help him learn, ignoring the car he drives to work and back every day that wouldn't have existed at all if not for years of engineering and perfecting of this model by countless humans who've come before him.
"GET ON MY LEVEL" he finishes his comment, laughs, and continues to eat the lunch made of ingredients he did not grow or kill. He closes his app, satisfied with his own prowess, never once noticing the thousands of human lives who've made this comment he left even possible.
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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So one of my tweets kinda blew up. :v
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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hear me out…
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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Chat, is it considered “abusive roommate behavior” to release a raccoon into the living space after you have asked your roommate for months to please clean up their messes (they do not pay any of the mortgage)
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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prime minister albanese fire when ready
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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About the child slave thing: It was a huge thing like 10 years ago that Tumblr user Sixpenceee's family owns a child slave
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starfalloblivion · 4 months ago
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Before I knew I was bisexual I was just insanely dramatic and weird around guys I liked. I had a crush on this guy in my ward - he was older than me, he played bagpipes and had a cheerful dog and an old Volkswagen bus that he worked on all the time. He also had nice scruff and unnaturally attractive hands and a good sense of humor, so I was like FULLY smitten.
I talked about him a lot and about how he was just so dang COOL, dang it, because he was so frickin’ cool. And I really liked him. I thought he was funny and smart and interesting and cool and fascinating and a bunch of other weird feelings I barely had the attention span to think about (I think my ADHD may have prevented me from coming out for a while tbh).
One day, I’m like 14-15, his dad is called to be my Sunday School teacher. His dad is this ex-military hardass with a chip on his shoulder for absolutely no reason and unattainable standards for his children. He spent most of Sunday School talking shit about his eldest boy and how he was rebellious and didn’t listen to him and how that was going to make him a bad adult and a bad son forever. How his son was too lazy and unmotivated to be successful because he didn’t listen to his advice on how to read the scriptures. He complained about how our generation was too weak to do things right and that our generation would surely be the one that brought the world’s downfall because of our laziness and sin.
And like, first of all, that guy can already go fuck himself for that. To clarify, that’s already stupid. BUT. He was talking about the man I had uncomfortable dreams about at least once a month. I couldn’t stand it. I’d get so mad I’d go home shaking sometimes because how fucking DARE he insult his hardworking stunning son by calling him lazy? For not reading the Bible the way his dad wants? When he’s already spending his time learning bagpipes? And fixing cars? And being cool? And cute? Who the fuck even cares if he uses the footnotes in the Book of Mormon? Who gives a rotten rat’s ass if he doesn’t use the scripture study manual his dad uses? He’s so cool he doesn’t even need it? So fuck off?
And eventually I got fucking Sick Of It and decided to mutiny. And by mutiny, I mean skip class. I’d just not go. And after a bit, adults started noticing and bugging me about it. At first, this was put off by small talk and excuses, but as my absence from Sunday School became more well-known, my excuses began to be rejected.
“Oh, Lizard, why aren’t you in class?” Uhm idk because my Sunday School teacher is mean to his kid and that makes me so mad wtf do you want from me? 🫠🤔
“Where’s your class, I’ll go with you!” Oh no ty I’d rather peel my own eyes than have my taste in men critiqued tyty 🩷
“Lizard, you should go to class, I’m sure they miss you!” And I miss the innocent days where my stomach didn’t hurt when a cool boy I knew was being belittled but unfortunately for us both those days are LONG gone and all that’s left is a budding psychosexual clusterfuck that will render me almost fully incapable of functioning for the better part of a decade so Bye Bye, sister Smith 🙂‍↕️
It had gotten to the point that ward leadership was involved. I was being approached by members of the Young Men’s presidency and the Bishopric to try and make me to back to class. They were telling me God had told them to find me and instruct me on my rebelliousness. This is where I implemented my secret weapon - women. Mormons are weird as hell about a lot of things, but especially about women. And I was GREAT with women. So to combat the leadership’s attention, I started helping women.
Our ward had a lot of new moms with babies who were, as babies tend to be, fussy. But for Mormon women the church is often their only social outlet, so they try to power through as long as they can even if it means enduring the exhausting ordeal of taking care of a fussy baby at church.
For what it’s worth, I have a lot of sway with babies. I got baby street cred. Me and babies have a rapport. I have always known this. I have always loved this. And in this crucial gay time in my faggot life my baby mind powers came in clutch - Every time I saw a member of the bishopric getting close, or a young men’s leader giving me side-eye, I’d start walking slowly towards class, passing by relief society. I’d wait until a mom’s baby had gotten too fussy and needed to leave the room, and I’d swoop in like a knight. “Oh, don’t you worry sister, I’ll bounce him a bit. You go back and hang out with your friends in class. You deserve a break.”
If it was a diaper change or something they’d tell me no. But if it was just some good old-fashioned baby fusses, I mean, they’d be moved almost to tears. They just got their social time back AND a free babysitter who is renowned as the Baby Whisperer. And because I was holding a baby as a favor for someone else, I of course could not reasonably be bothered to return to class.
So just like that, I was out of everyone’s sights. This went on for about a month before the straw that broke the camel’s back, which was that without my class participation the classes were quiet and awkward. I’d often take the brunt of Sunday school lectures by answering questions impulsively and over explaining myself enough that the clock could run out without anyone needing to do or say much. My absence meant everyone else was getting hit with the full unpleasantness of this guy’s bullshit. And so slowly, one-by-one, I had a group of about 8 kids on baby-holding duty. These new moms were so overjoyed, they and their husbands were both so actively in our corner that now chastising us was untenable. Now we had bargaining power. So the Bishopric approached us, confused beyond confused and uncomfortable beyond uncomfortable, and said,
“What’s it gonna take to get you back to class?”
The POWER I possessed in that moment was addictive. By being kind to the women of the ward and ignoring the Mormon de facto Rule of Law of following rules en-masse so the rule breakers feel left out, there were now so many people breaking ranks that we had effectively enacted a church boy labor strike. And they crumbled so fast it was almost like we had swayed God himself to our cause.
“I want brother assholedad gone. He sucks at teaching.”
I didn’t even have to say it. One of my rebels said it for me. I just nodded sagely and said “Yes, his class is not edifying. It’s better to not go and hold babies.”
And just like that, with a snap of my limp-wristed, Christ-wounding, bottom-brained fingers my faggot will was enacted. God’s revelation that brother shitdad was his chosen Sunday school teacher flipped on a dime. Suddenly brother shitdad was asked to be an usher and the fun dad of another one of my crushes was called in to teach us. I still stayed to hold babies a lot, but the rest of the class returned and all was well again.
Although I didn’t recognize it then, I think that was a formative moment for me in a lot of ways. I learned that being really persistently annoying will get me what I want from authority eventually. I learned that God’s will can be swayed by going in strike. I learned that ignoring men’s made up authority forces them to level with you as a person. I learned that caring for women, especially vulnerable women, can make a whole world happier. I learned that letting women rest can help them feel more love for the things that matter in their life. I learned that social bonds make everyone stronger and happier. And I learned that loving others in a gay way can change the world.
Be gayer. Read Terry Pratchett. I love y’all 💕
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starfalloblivion · 5 years ago
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Yavanna
queen of the earth she prayed for the forest to be protected and so, Eru created the Ents to guard the green lands
creator of the light of the moon and the light master of radagast the brown giver of fruits and all things that grow
Yavanna! may you ever look upon us with favor
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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High School AU: Rakan
Rakan’s the star of every talent show, the lead in every local ballet, the soloist of the choir - and a keen ornithologist! He’s befriended half the school, too charming to resist, and wears little bird skull accessories that nobody dares mock. Rakan works hard, plays even harder and enjoys every moment of his life.
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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High School AU: Ezreal
Ezreal flies off during the holidays, finding warmer climes so he can spelunk to his heart’s content, and boasts a perpetual tan. To avoid his uncle, who is his legal guardian, he spends all his time out geocaching and exploring. Despite only showing up for class when it’s exam time, he still get perfect grades. Genius has its perks.
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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High School AU: Sarah Fortune
Orphaned at a young age, Sarah now spends all her time in at the sea, in a swimming pool or at the shooting range. During the summer, she works part time at the local marina. Between that and Model UN, Sarah doesn’t have much time for studying but she doesn’t care. She’s more interested in going to sea than going to college. 
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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College AU: Evelynn
Evelynn is a part-time cam girl with an absolutely massive following. Her grades aren’t the best but she doesn’t care; by the time she’s thirty, she’ll have earned more than most people do in a lifetime. She’s a foster kid with a black heart and she’s going to make everyone else bleed.
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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milk for blood, pearls for teeth white as winter’s first defeat
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starfalloblivion · 7 years ago
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Learning, requested by thealicehuntt.
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