#NOT EVERYONE IS UP FOR A CIVIL DISCUSSION OR DEBATE NOT EVERYONE IS AS OPEN MINDED AS THEY CLAIM TO BE.

[vaniliens]

I gotta get outta this coubtry

[undertheorangetree]

The Last of the Dragons

Chapter Four- Cooperation

Summary- Cregan Stark has a proposition and Aemond struggles with the lord’s arrival.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Incest. Grief. Talks of treason. Angst cuz I literally can’t stop. Semi public sex. Also private sex. There's a lot of sex. Mild breeding kink. Praise kink. Jizz?? Dry humping. Discussion of dead babies and children. And Alys cuz apparently she needs her own warning now. Cockwarming.

Author’s Note- sorry this took longer than usual it’s end of semester and I am a shell of my former self lmao. Anyway this is once again debatably too long (10.2k) and the full chapter is linked below as usual :)

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It takes a few more days than she had hoped before she is able to speak with Cregan Stark. It seems as though the council had been saving the true work for after the coronation and now they refuse to allow a day to pass without attempting to fix one issue or another. She learns very quickly that even with a council to do the heavy lifting, Aegon had done next to nothing in his six months on the throne, the realm still in shambles from the civil war that has destroyed it.

The Riverlands burnt and all but decimated due to Aemond and Vhagar. The Ironborn raiding every village, port, and town they can reach despite more than one letter arriving in Pyke demanding an end to it. All the great houses still at odds over their differing allegiances. Cregan Stark still thirsty for blood in order to avenge her mother and fulfill his promise to his men. King’s Landing only repaired with half measures after the revolt in the city and less than a quarter of the repairs underway. The list seemed never ending and by the end of each day, she finds a headache sitting heavy behind her eyes, so deep she can’t even attempt to massage the pain away.

To his credit, Aemond takes it upon himself to begin rebuilding the Riverlands himself, taking the initiative to lead the restoration. She has Corlys send word to Alyn Velaryon and command him to sail to Pyke with some of Velaryon fleet with the hopes that conversation and some bribing will be enough to stop Dalton Greyjoy from his raids. Lord Tyland informs them of just how much of the crown’s coffers he had spirited away and begins rationing what can be spared to begin repairing the city. Lord Larys assures them that the hunt for Aegon’s murderer is still well underway, though he has little to show for it.

It is Cregan Stark that is left to her. Handsome, bloodthirsty Cregan Stark. Where he had cast a glare upon almost everyone when he had arrived for the coronation, he had smiled at her, had been friendly and chivalrous. Though Aemond had vehemently disagreed, the council had all but unanimously decided that she was to charm him and turn him toward peace or, barring that, some acceptance of who was now ruling. She does not mind the task, already having planned to speak to the man and not prepared to be usurped less than sennight on the throne, so she agrees and leaves the council chamber with Aemond staring daggers into her back.

She is even more glad for the task as she sits on a bench in the gardens, eyes closed and face tilted up toward the sun as she waits for Lord Stark’s arrival. It feels as though it has been an age since she had the chance to simply be and in this moment, the sun warm and the air sweet with the smell of flowers, she feels completely and totally at peace. It is a strange feeling to have when worry and panic have been all she seemed capable of feeling as of late, but she will take it as it comes. She would rather feel this than the latter and she plans to enjoy it for as long as she is able.

A throat clears and she opens her eyes to see Cregan Stark standing before her, a servant at his side. The girl bows her head to them both before scurrying off as quick as she came and she stands from the bench with a smile.

“Lord Stark. I apologize for the delay in finally being able to speak to one another. My council seems content to work me like an ox now that everything has become more official but I insisted they release me so that I may fulfill my promise to you.”

He smiles as he offers her his arm. “I am honoured you were able to find the time at all, your grace. I know the early days in a new role can be exhausting.”

She mimics his smile gratefully as she takes his arm, allowing him to begin leading her through the gardens. They have not received the attention they deserved as of late- the shrubbery and bushes beginning to grow a bit wild, the flowers untrimmed- but she finds she likes it this way. Being so far into spring, everything is in bloom and beautiful even if they have not been well tended to, the green brilliant and dotted with red, yellow, purple, and white. She allows the silence to fall between them for a moment as she admires it all, feeling as though it has been too long since she has been allowed to enjoy something so simplistically pretty. Whenever she is given a gown or a piece of jewelry, she cannot help but feel as though it is a piece in this great game she never asked to play. The flowers, though, nature, they do not suffer the same fate.

Eventually, she knows she cannot allow for the silence to reign much longer and turns her head to look at the young lord. “My brother told me much about you in his letters. I feel as though you and I are already acquainted.”

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[readychilledwine]

Hey Liz! I've noticed you don't use MDNI for your smut. Can I ask why?

Warning - controversial opinions below cut and a long post

I have several reasons, but I want to start by saying that I respect everyone's opinions on this, and I hope that even if our opinions are different, we can discuss this like civilized humans.

To give you all some background:

I grew up in a fairly strict traditional midwest home. My parents held my purity to a very different standard than my brothers. My virtue was to be a gift to my future husband, and my body was to be a temple and treated with kindness and worship. We can get into my whole sexual awaking later, but I will tell you all, smut fanfics, lemons as they were once lovingly called, were part of my sexual education and how I learned my body was reacting normally as a teen. I lied about my age on fanfiction websites constantly because I have always preferred fanfiction smut over traditional porn. So, as someone who grew up in my background, let me first say, I can understand why a minor would make the choice to read on here instead of watching.

Anyways, to my reasonings:

1. The children I legally have responsibilities to and monitor are my daughter and occasionally my nephews and nieces when we are watching and caring for them. If my daughter came to me as a teen and said she found a smutty story online, we're going to discuss it and make a plan that best fits us regarding everything. As all parents should, from jump, when allowing children and teens access to the internet.

2. Legal ages are different everywhere. 18 to 19 is a good standard, but there are countries where teens as young as 16 are considered adults and countries where you are not considered an adult until 21. I ultimately am not creepy enough to stalk your page, ask where you live, figure out how old you are, and then look into majority laws in your country. That's how you end up on the registry.

3 - Putting MDNI will not stop a minor from reading my fics. They're going to do what they're going to do, and there are very few jurisdictions where I can legally be held liable for that due to the following reason:

4 - Nothing is preventing a minor from lying on their profile regarding their age. We've all done it. Let's be adults and admit that. As long as you are not actively sending "pornographic content" (which in itself is debatable as to what that means in different locations,) you normally cannot be held liable.

5 - Trying to message me is like pulling teeth from a bear right now, so I very rarely interact with people in my messages, and I am getting horrible regarding my comments (and I'm working on that, please know I see them and am always grateful.) The people I do actively message back, I do stalk you all a little (because i do love you and want to talk to you💕) and I do not actively send those people smut related things.

6 - video related porn is incredibly harmful to the young mind. That's coming from someone who has a sex positive lifestyle. Porn sets unrealistic expectations for teens and young adults regarding how sex should look, how it feels, and how it should sound. It's actually a huge topic of debate and discussion in the psychology and sex therapy world. I personally would rather have a teen read smut instead of watching porn. I could write an essay on this alone.

7 - Smut novels are also easy to purchase and access for teens. I do not see a difference in allowing in allowing a teen to read a smut novel versus smutty fanfiction. Again, AS LONG AS THE AUTHOR IS NOT DIRECTLY SENDING IT TO THEM.

8 - Using the "You are responsible for your own consumption" divider with my warnings and a cut is typically warning enough. By seeing that divider, seeing the warnings, and making the choice to open it and read any ways, the minor is now choosing to do something and accessing it by their own choice.

Is all of this to say I want minors actively interacting with my smut? Negative. Please don't.

I think it's very important to make sure you are marking it with something, but I do not think explicitly putting MDNI is going to do much more than just using the above divider.

Again, this post is NOT me saying minors should interact with my smut stuff or message me about it. Read in peace and don't tell me.

I'd like to leave you all with one of my favorites poems:

Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them by Brenna Twohy 💕

[justroaminground]

long time no see (Dean Winchester x Reader)

summary: the winchester's had a case in your city and back then you got pregnant from dean. later on in life you and the winchester's including your boy cross paths.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fluff, oral, mentionings of motherhood, single mom

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

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it was a autumn windy day and you made your way to the city. you haven't been there for quiet a while since you move up the hills leaving each and everyone behind you. still you had to get back to the civilization here and there to get some things done.

the reason you left, was because a few years prior you were involved in a case from the winchesters. it had changed your life completely. demons were possessing your family including the complete neighborhood and you were the only one surviving.

since the case wasn't over just then the winchester stayed for a few more weeks and helped the city get back to normal. it was horrible to see all of that going down no discussions, but one "thing" stayed forever since then.

you looked down at your little boy and smiled at him. "c'mon ames, we will go to the city and after that i will check up what we learned yesterday!"

"can't we do that tomorrow mommy?! i am sure i will be veeeery tired after we come back.." ames dramatically whined and looked up at you with his green eyes.

"i will play your favorite ACDC cassette in the car!" you knew just exactly what you had to do, to get him where you wanted him.

"deal!!!" he jumped with a huge smile on his face and ran to the car. you followed him and loaded all the needed essentials into the car. getting into.

you drove off to the city, listening to the ACDC songs playing and your son singing along. you peeked over to him just to admire this little creature, which is the only reason you still see this world as a happy place, protecting him with everything you have.

a few hours in the trip the environment started to change. a punch of people rushed trough the streets, bright billboards flashed from all sides and everyone seemed busy.

"mom why don't we live here?" ames mumbled while observing every inch of the surroundings.

"maybe one day little rockstar" you smiled at him. quickly your gaze went back to the streets. when this one particular car got your attention.

a 1967 chevrolet impala

"mommy mommy mommy look at that car!! can we stop here?!??" ames said excited while clapping his hands.

"u-uhm" you coughed trying to find your voice. "i don't know we should get the groceries ames." you finished of your sentence trying to convince him. a quick gaze to your side confirmed your instinct, ames looked at you with his puppy eyes.

"alright, alright.." you calmed him down and parked your car at the next parking lot.

you got out of the car and walked around it, helping the 6 year old boy out of your car you took his little hand in yours and walked to dean's car.

your feelings mixed up and you weren't sure anymore how you felt. praying you would be able to walk away before the winchester got back to their car.

ames walked around the car looking excitedly trough the window. maybe it wasn't even their car?! you though to yourself when a male voice knocked you out from debating with yourself.

"wanna get in and look at it from the inside?!" dean talked straight to ames, not noticing you yet.

"hell yeah!" ames looked up at dean, sparkling eyes and bright smile on his face.

"ames! watch your mouth!" you told him and felt nervousness creeping up in your veins.

dean laughed at ames and unlocked the car, while opening the door he froze in shock and looked straight into your eyes over the roof of his impala.

"Y/n?!´" he spoke out in a calm but surprised tone.

"hi dean."

a bit unsure what is about to go down, ames walked back to your side and took your hand.

"mommy you know this man?" he questioned you and looked up at you.

"u-ugh, yeah this is dean." you smiled down at ames and looked back at dean. "dean this is ames." your nerves eased a bit and stroke through ames hair.

"glad to see you again and nice meeting you little..boy" a heartfelt smile crossed deans face and you were able to see insecurity crossing his face because of ames. "i was just on my way to a diner, sam's waiting for me. wanna join? would love to spend some time with you." his look full of hope made you literally weak

it seemed easier the way it was. ames never really wanted to know where his dad was. he knew that he left which left the two of you as a team. on the other hand you'd love him to have a dad, but dean just wouldn't be able to fulfill this role considering his "lifestyle".

"yeah why not, haven't eaten yet!" taking your keys out you wanted to walk over to your car.

"uhm..mommy can't we just drive with dean?!" ames asked and looked at dean.

"please! i am asking you to drive with me." dean spoke up and pointed to his car.

the two of you got in the backseat and acdc started to play.

"you have the coolest friends!" ames excitingly said while singing along.

dean laughed and looked at the two of you through the mirror.

"he loves acdc" you confirmed to dean and laughed.

arriving to the diner the three of you met sam. he still remembered you from the case a few years back. ames loved them right away and it would be a hard time saying goodbyes, but for now the four of you were here and enjoyed the burgers.

"ames you have a very cool necklaces there." dean complimented ames amulet and looked over at you. you sipped at your coke and bit your lip.

it was the one dean gave you before he left you. back then you thought you were having a special place in deans heart only to be confronted by reality and never hearing from him to this day. maybe this was fate or simply just coincidence. either way you enjoy every second right now.

"thank's, mommy gave it to me. telling me it protects me from evil things." he proudly told dean and showed him, his own amulet.

sam laughed slightly and looked from ames to dean and back to you. already feeling something is off.

"very nice i like it! how does you mom protect herself from bad stuff?" deans gaze went form ames to you, raising his eyebrow.

"she has a very cool tattoo! i want the same one when i am bigger!" like the little ball of energy ames is he answered before you were able to answer.

"yeah exactly." you confirmed. "the pentagram, i am sure you know." you added while looking from sam to dean.

insecurity and slight panic crossed deans face once again at the fact of how similar ames is to him. sam leaned back with a huge smirk on his face and looked at dean from the side.

"c'mon ames need a toilet break? we should definitely get our things before heading back home." you cleaned a bit of ketchup from his mouth. "we live about 2 hours from the city, up the hill. we do a city trip every month and mostly live up there. that's why we are a bit in a rush." you explained to sam and dean.

"nooo mommy i do not wanna go yet!" ames whined out and looked at you with his puppy eyes.

"ugh yeah no i mean i get it, but you can't leave just yet!" dean managed to speak up.

"sorry we really have to.." you smiled at him in excuse and went to the toilette with ames.

coming back to the table you find the two brothers still sitting there and took your bag from the seat.

"hold on." dean said getting up. "sam just said he'd love to get all the things you need. if you want you can join my brother little one" dean spoke down to ames and smiled.

"ugh i-" cut off by ames already being convinced from dean's plan he stood next to sam, holding his hand and smiling up at him.

sam looked down at ames a bit overwhelmed and smiled at you. you knew from the bottom of your heart there is no safer man to leave ames with, than sam.

"okey okey..uhm..at least let me pay!" you said while handing sam your wallet.

"i am just taking that because i do not talk back to a woman, but i won't use it y/r." sam said while turning on his heel and leaving the diner with ames.

looking at dean you smiled insecure.

"if you don't mind i'd love to take another drink and speak about some things..?" he looked at you.

knowing there was a reason he sent sam away with ames.

"yeah sure" you sat back onto the bench and the two of you ordered something to drink.

hours passed and the two of you talked about what was going on the past few years. most of the time you were talking since dean wouldn't be able to explain what was going on in his life in one sitting.

"so yeah i decided after everything that went down to move up the hills." you explained while taking another sip.

"thank you for sharing all that, but i think you forgot a very big part in your story" dean said in a very serious tone.

trying one last time to pass over the topic "ames" you played with your fingers and looked him in the eyes.

"i thought we were passing over some things?" you said while touching on the fact that he hasn't explaing everything from the past few years himself.

"y/r.." dean spoke out in a warning tone.

"alright alright.." you nodded your head and exhaled loudly. "would you mind getting out of here?" asking him you wanted to have some privacy with him.

"no! our motel is right around the corner.." dean explained and the two of you payed.

getting out of the diner and to their motel room, he set you up with a coke but you shoke your head.

"i think i need a beer this time" you said while sitting down.

his eyes widened a bit and handed you the beer. you drank a bit of it and forced yourself to finally confront him with the topic.

"you see i don't wanna talk around it for too long, but yes. ames is your son." you talked it right out. your voice shaking and you're sitting there in front of him feeling the most vulnerable you have ever felt.

his face turns sad and he looked away onto the floor. he leans against the counter with his feet crossed. his head slightly nodding while letting the fact, he's a dad sink in. his assumption's only being confirmed it weighted heavy on him.

silence filled the room and you couldn't just sit there any longer. you walked over to him, leaning at the counter next to him.

"i found out i was pregnant about 2 months after. i got all the savings from mom and dad and moved up the hills. the few thing's i learned from you and sam i used to be safe, but thank's to god, nothing really happened except for this one ghost encounter. anyway the pregnancy went just fine and after 9 months we were two living up there. he had the most wholesome and happy childhood and still has. he is homeschooled and thing's are good. i thought of you many times, but thought it was better that way." you explained pretty rough how thing's went down and put one hand on his shoulder. "don't get me wrong dean, you'd be a amazing father. i just thing it is better for ames this way. it would break his heart knowing you're his father and not being able to spend enough time with you."

silence fills the room again and you can clearly see tears in deans eyes. he bit his lip to hold them back and looked at you.

"c'mere" he whispered, while pulling you into his arms. you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his neck. you stroke along his back and it felt like he has never been away.

he hugged you tight, placing a small kiss onto your forehead. "thank you for being such a brave and strong mother. he's such a wholesome and lovely boy." dean calmly said and pulled back a bit just to be able to look into your eyes.

your cheeks got red real quick and you smiled. "you are always welcome to spent time with him.. know that." you whispered and the words faded away.

time suddenly seemed to stand still and the eyecontact got very intense. "dean i-" you tried to stop what was about to happen, because you knew there was no way out.

not being able to finish your sentence you felt his soft lips against yours. a huge weight fell off your chest and you closed your eyes. carefully you moved your lips agains his and showed him you were okey with the kiss. his hands were laying flat on your back and he pressed you against his body.

you hummed a surprised whimper against his lips and put your hands on his chest. one sliding up to his neck. his hands started to roam your body and found their way under your jacket. he stripped of your jacket and you pulled slightly away from him just to let it fall to the ground.

the kiss got more heated as you crashed your lips back onto his and clawed his flannel needy. you stood up on your tiptoes just to get more of him. his hands grabber your sides and you pressed your body against his. feeling every inch of you against his body. within seconds he grabbed your waist, picked you up and placed you on top of the counter. your legs interlocked around his waist and you started to unbutton his flannel. softly stripping it off his shoulders, exposing his well trained upper body. you bit your lip and placed your hands on his strong chest.

dean looked at you with a smirk and his hands slowly made their way up your thighs. with flustered cheeks you looked up at him and kissed his lips again.

"i missed that so much" you whispered against his lips.

"let me care of you" dean mumbled into the kiss and made his way down your neck. leaving wet kiss.

your head leaned back onto the cupboard and your body arched against his body. his fingers made their way to your panties and with his thumb he slightly but knowingly pressed against your weakness.

a sweet moan left your lips and your hands were searching for support, resting on his biceps.

"does that make you feel good baby?" his gaze scanned every inch of your facial expressions and you looked up at him with innocent eyes. you quickly nodded, pressing you hips slightly against his fingers.

"use your words, i wanna hear how i make you feel." he stopped for a second undressed your pantie.

"yes sir." you said while following his movements with your eyes.

he came back up and spreaded your legs just a bit more and his hands shoved up your dress. a smirk formed on your lips and you bit your lower lip.

"lucky me i chose just the right outfit today" you whispered in arousal and your hands found their way to his jeans. you started to unbuckle his jeans. letting them fall to the ground including his boxers. exposing his hard member.

his fingers found their way back to your already wet pussy and he played with your clit while sliding teasingly slow down to your entrance. his boner pressing against your thigh.

"lucky me having such a hot mess all to myself." dean growled into your ear and you clawed into his shoulders with one hand. you spit into your other hand and took this length in your hand, starting to stroke his cock.

"d-dean please" you moaned softly while pressing your eyes shut.

slowly but determinant his fingers entered you. you walls clenching around his fingers not being used to the feeling since you haven't been touched since the last time the two of you slept together.

"gosh your so tight!" dean couldn't help but moan out and started to move his fingers inside you. pushing them in and out, curving them just the right way to hit your sweet spot.

you moaned out loud his name and felt yourself getting close. you let go of his cock and hold onto his hand.

"i-i'm gonna cum dean." you breathed out heavily and licked your lower lip.

"c'mon" he said while helping you hop from the counter. he helped you undress the dress and threw it to the floor. your arms found their way around his neck and you walked him to the wall, pressing him slightly against it and letting yourself fall on your knees in front of him. whitout any hesitation you wrapped your lips around his tip and teased him with your tongue.

"holy fuck y/r!" dean moaned out ins surprise and his hand buried in your hair.

you started moving your head and at first you had quite a bit of a problem fitting him into your mouth, but the more you relaxed the easier it got. you sucked him off hungrily and even gagged a bit on his length and thickness.

"just like that baby" dean praised you and pushed his hips against you. your hands rested on his thighs and your doll like eyes looked up at him.

"gosh you're making me weak with those eyes!" dean moaned out and leaned his shoulders against the wall. his hands in your hair and eyes shut. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and your mouth started to water even more. pressing his hips gently back onto the wall you move your head and support your movements with one hand. he couldn't hold it any longe and came into your mouth.

"fuck y/n, where did that came from?!" he breathed out surprised and quickly pulled you up on your legs. pushing you against the wall with your back facing him.

"never pull any preconceptions.." you warned him cheekily, grinding against his length. "i wanna fell you dean" you pleaded out and felt sich hands on your hip. you upper body still pressed against the wall while your bottom his pressed back against him.

dean took his cock and parted your lips, teasingly stroking your clit he moved his length up to your entrance and held you still. he pushed his pelvic against yours and enters you inch by inch.

a throaty moan escaped your lips and your hands laid flat on the wall next to your chest. dean pressed you against the wall, thrusting into you deep and slow. pressing your eyes shut you had to concentrate to not collapse onto your knees.

"f-faster dean. fuck me faster and harder" you moaned over your shoulder and grabbed with one hand his hand, which was laying on your hip grabbing into it for support.

he kissed your shoulder blade and bit teasingly into your neck. "as you wish my love" he spoke with a raspy voice into your ear and picked up speed. his trusts got faster and harder. your moans got louder and you held with both hands onto his hands, which laid on your hips for support.

you could feel your body tens up and your knees getting week. one of deans arms wrapped around your torso supporting you and the other one rested on your shoulder. your body started to get shaky and your walls tightened around his cock.

"i'm gonna cum!" you cried out and held onto the wall in front of you.

with one quick move he turned you around and put you on the bed. a needy whimper escaped your mouth at the loss of his body and you looked up at him. he quickly hovered over you and carefully got back into you.

"i wanna see your pretty face, when you cum all over my cock." dean whispered against your lips and lifted your pelvis. with that, he hit your g-spot and you couldn't help but roll your eyes in satisfaction.

your mouth fell open, looking down how he fucked right into you. crashing your lips against his you couldn't hold it in any longer. legs pressed against his sides and your nails clawed into his back.

dean escaped a harsh moan and he trusted all the way into you. you could feel loosing every bit of strength as you finally reached your release. you cried out his name one last time and sunk back into the soft bed underneath you.

right then and there he finished himself while cuming into you. he paused for a minute, kissing you softly and you could slowly feel your body coming back from your high.

"you okey?" he sounded slightly worried, pulling himself out of you.

you cuddled against his chest while nodding. "yeah it's just, i know already i won't be seeing you for quit a while now." you whispered softly against his skin. slowly you sat up and put your hair into a ponytail.

"i promise you will hear from me now more often, even if it's just by phone y/n. i didn't knew about amen." he sat up in bed and sat right behind you. dean kissed your shoulder and gave you a warm look.

you simply smiled and hugged him one more time. before you were able to say something you two heard a knock on the door and sam's voice was echoing through the door.

"guess who's back!" he announced.

"sam and ameeeeen!" amen added while laughing.

both of you hurried out of bed and got dressed quickly. dean got the door while you freshened up in the bathroom. sam and dean brought the two of you back to your car and while sam helped you getting the groceries from the impala into your car. dean took the time left and spent it with amen.

"he's literally his twin.." sam silently told you while the two of you were watching them.

you laughed and just nodded. "take care of yourself and your brother. i am sure amen wants to see the two of you as son as possible again." you smiled up at sam and gave him a hug.

"course. we will" sam confirmed to you and you went over to amen and dean.

"c'mon little rockstar..we should go" you said with a heavy heart and hold your hand into amens direction.

giving you sad look he looked back at dean and hugged his waist one more time. "you're the coolest friend my mom has dean!" he whispered against his tummy and looked up at him. dean kneeled down into amens level and patted his shoulder. "you're the coolest little guy i met. take care of yourself and your mother." amen nodded fast and gave dean one last smile before he turned and also gave sam one last hug.

the two of you got into your car, driving out of the parking lot and amen waved them goodbye.

[mydaroga]

Happy Discordversary

For personal reasons, I've been a little absent from fandom the past little while. You know, stuff comes up, you get covid, things slide. But it was bought to my attention that it's the 1 year anniversary of this discussion discord I created when I realized I wasn't going to get the kinds of debate I wanted on tumblr, at least not without a lot of grief.

It's not for everyone. There's no drama, it's not super fast-moving, and we tend to get into the weeds about the music, the meta, the history. There's a wide range of tastes and ideas for a small group. We pick a record, a film, and a book to discuss, with varying success, and we also have channels for podcasts, fic, and anything else that comes up. Four of us actually met up at the last Fest for Beatles fans in NY in February!

I think it's been a success, for the given value of being the thing I was looking for--in depth discussion without ego or vitriol. I think a huge part of this is the weekly voice chat, which is by no means essential but really has served to create a space where we know each other well enough to disagree amicably.

Anyway given that the whole reason I started it was I wanted there to be a place without barriers to entry (beyond the 18+ rule--sorry) and not controlled by anyone beyond the minimum needed to keep civility, I periodically mention it here in case anyone else is also looking for it. If you check it out and it's not for you? That's fine!

But the link is open and doesn't expire: ------->HERE<-------

Also, we have custom server emojis like "Y'KNOW" and John drinking milk. Like winners.

[amyinnile]

|| Karter & Amy ||

Having just finished with the last summer class of the day, Amy was packing her things off the desk in the lecture hall, waiting for it to get emptied before she would leave too. Although that did not bring any relief since it was Wednesday and the middle of the week and therefore still plenty to go before the upcoming weekend. However, being at GSU when everyone else was enjoying summer break still had its perks. The people who had enough enthusiasm to come for classes over summer were usually very fun and interesting to work with, because they brought some passion to the classroom. And being passionate about anything made it worth Amy’s while.

Aside from making sure that everyone left, she also stayed behind in case someone had any after-class questions for her. Today’s topic of discussion was a comparison between Mesopotamia and Ancient Egyptian culture and it provided such a wide variety of points to discuss. If the people attending the class had checked out even a fraction of the suggested literature for Amy’s lectures, they would still have plenty to discuss and get themselves involved in. After all, this was Amy’s preferred way of teaching - a debate, rather than being the only one speaking all the time, even though she always had a lot to say when it came to her area of expertise.

Her favorite method was to suggest literature to check out before class, raise a topic or two to think and ponder over or even write an essay on, then start the class with a number of questions and see how her students would answer them first. If their answers were on the wrong track, she would guide them to coming to the right, logical conclusions. ‘Why were these civilizations so advanced in their invention of writing? Because it was used for trade, a way for merchants to keep record. And if writing was needed, then they needed something to write on. Which led to the invention of paper. And that was invented after the invention of the wheel, which was also needed by the merchants to transport goods…’ and so on and so forth, connecting all the dots in a way history had them arise out of a growing humanity’s need for advancement and prosperity and survival. History was a beautiful example of cause and consequence, of a very logical order of events that could be traced down to circumstances and reasons why they took place. When Amy looked at it, it was like looking at a very organized, complicated schedule, and it was beautiful and predictable and right on time.

Taking a sip off her bottle of water as she packed up her briefcase, the siren looked up, seeing someone had remained in the hall and was approaching her desk. She put on a polite smile, recognizing the face from the crowd as a pretty new addition to the class whose name she could not place yet. “Hello there, what can I help you with?” She asked, open to dedicate some of her after class time to anyone who might need her.

@the-karter

[concordefliesinmyroom]

introduction !!!

hii !!!! my name is Violet. i am a really big fan of art & whatnot (basic). i have been taking on a little bit of a personal challenge 2 listen 2 at least one new album every day & ive been working on that challenge for about 1.5 years now !!! i looove talking about art and sharing my thoughts and 4 the past year or so i have been posting all my thoughts and media analysis and whatnot onto my Instagram story, but i have always wanted 2 start posting my thoughts somewhere that is more.... permanent, i guess? bc Instagram stories expire after 24 hours yk. anyways. i finally made a Tumblr blog !!!!! i am COMPLETELY new 2 Tumblr. so i apologize in advance if my blog is like informal or not very "good" quality by Tumblr standards or whatever else i will get better !!!

here is what u can expect from this page:

i am going to post music reviews/recommendations most likely, as well as film & literature & all of that stuff. whenever i see a piece of media that interests me enough 2 want 2 talk abt it im gonna use this blog 2 share my thoughts !!!!

i also am really interested in philosophy, i am only just now formally getting into it, but i have been thinking about that sort of stuff and asking questions like that 4ever. erm. i wouldnt call myself a philosopher bc that feels pretentious but i aspire 2 be a philosopher eventually. ill probably post abt that sort of stuff as well. i am also VERY interested in sociology, psychology, anthropology, political science... pretty much anything like that. i just love learning about things in general EVERYTHING is so fascinating 2 me but especially humanity.

i am a bit interested in politics as well !!!! i dont like to use any labels 4 my political ideas bc i feel like those can be limiting & contribute 2 close-mindedness but if i had 2 describe my alignment in any way i am probably pretty far-left. although i am completely open 2 hearing everyone's ideas!

i might also post about other things as well, im not sure yet !!!

some info abt me:

i am a girl, so, she/her pronouns ig !

i am 16 years old (well im 15 but i turn 16 in two weeks)

i am a member of the LGBTQ community

my handle on most social media sites is yourdadcosplay if u want 2 follow me anywhere else !!! (i dont do cosplay or anything~ when i was 13 i heard some guy on tiktok say the phrase "your dad cosplay" and i thought that combination of words was super funny so i made it into my username on instagram and then it just kind of stuck. and i use that on everything now. only reason i didnt use it 4 my tumblr is bc i didnt want ppl 2 think my blog was a cosplay blog or something idk)

my favorite music artists r: Black Country New Road, Kimya Dawson, Death Grips, Xiu Xiu, and Car Seat Headrest !!!!

my favorite album of all time is Ants From Up There and my favorite movie of all time is Everything Everywhere All at Once, both of those pieces came out in the year 2022.

my favorite book is the manga Goodnight Punpun by Inio Asano, and its actually the book that made me fall in love with literature.

im currently working on creating my own website!!! i dont know anything about HTML though, so it will be a long process.

i dont believe in astrology rlly but i am a Gemini.

my iq is 122 or something around that i dont remember the number i just remember im in the 93rd percentile

i am an INFP

boundaries:

i do try my absolute best to be open-minded and tolerant towards everyone's ideas and beliefs; even those which i disagree with. i actually encourage ppl who disagree with anything i say 2 challenge me or discuss/debate with me. that being said, if u r not willing 2 have a civil and open-minded discussion with me, and if ur only interest is arguing, then i will ask u 2 pls leave me alone. i love talking 2 ppl who have ideas different than my own, but i do not wish 2 engage in any immature internet beefs or anything of that sort.

pls, 4 the love of god, if u r the type of person who gets offended over every little thing; if u r more concerned with petty discourse & things that have no significance 2 any real-life problems; if u lack media literacy; or if u r otherwise just unintelligent, then PLEASE dont interact with my page.

i try my absolute best 2 be a good person. if i ever do anything that u find 2 be morally offensive (this is not just if i say something that makes u feel a bit of angst, but if i say something that u feel is actually problematic.) or if we r interacting directly & i make u uncomfortable, PLEASE TELL ME! i hate it when ppl have problems with me that could easily be resolved but they just dont tell me. it makes me anxious.

also, pls note:

just because i talk about a certain piece of media or art or literature on this blog does not necessarily mean that i agree with the ideas expressed in that blog or even that i like that piece. i try my best to think 4 myself and i do not take all of the ideas that r expressed 2 me as the absolute truth. just because i read any given book does not mean that i necessarily agree with its ideas; the same goes 4 all of the topics i discuss here.

as a large part of this blog is abt media discussion & whatnot, i want 2 say that i am absolutely open 2 any art. and i will not avoid any piece of media just because it is allegedly problematic.

most of this page is dedicated 2 sharing and discussing my ideas on various topics like art, philosophy, politics, and such. i dont think that im going 2 be posting or saying anything that is incredibly morally offensive or anything, and 2 be honest i dont even think my ideas r particularly radical or controversial, but, if there ever does come a time when i might have a potentially controversial idea, i wont hesitate 2 share it. im not going 2 censor myself or sugarcoat my beliefs on this blog just 2 avoid discourse.

all of that being said, this blog is not 2 be taken 100% seriously either. i will talk abt serious topics on here, but i like 2 laugh as well! u should not assume that anything i say is 100% serious or 100% satirical. that SHOULD be a given, but on my Instagram account, i have had a worrying amount of interactions with ppl who got mad at me 4 things bc they assumed i was serious when i wasnt or vice versa.

ok, that is all !!! thx 4 reading !!!

[99raritah]

sick and tired of trans kids being treated like crap just for the way they express themselves and their identity. today a large group of kids at my school tried to rudely debate with a trans/queer kid. the large group of kids began recording the situation, and none of them were taking it seriously. the boy who had came up to the trans kid said "convince me theres more than two genders". the trans kid tried to go along with it, and politley debate with the boy. once kids noticed they were getting a reaction out of the trans kid, more showed up and began recording, and as far as im aware, all of them were doing it to mock and belittle the trans kid, under the guise that they were having a civil debate. transgender identities should not be debated. one of the primary reasons why so many queer teens commit suicide in this day and age is because of homophobia and transphobia. when you go up to a trans kid and tell them to debate with you about gender, youre telling them that they have to fight in order for them to be taken seriously. youre telling them that you dont care how they identify, and that its wrong. youre telling them that they should prove themself to you. trans people do not fucking need to try and validate themselves to others. its sad that its even something to be considered. trans youth is so often judged and ridiculed, that people now think its okay to walk up to a trans child and ask them to debate on whether their identity is real and valid. the sad thing is, this will never change. it may decrease and get better, sure, but it was always be there, and it will always be taken less seriously than other problems. when people think of queer youth, they think of queer youth who express themselves through their clothing. through their hair. through their interests. they target the ones that are proud of their identity, and arent afraid to hide it, and harass them until all of their pride is tucked back away. schools need to start enforcing these rules so, so much more strictly. a school will get a child in huge trouble for saying a racial slur, but a child harassing a queer child is simply given an eyeroll, and a slap on the wrist. transgender and queer youth are just as valuable and important as anyone else. we deserve to be protected, and respected. we need to stop hiding who we are, and continue fighting. not for validation, but for respect. a transphobe, no matter what you do, will always find somthing to be transphobic about. same with homophobes. what you can do, is spread the word. talk about it. dont stay silent, bring up the discussion with others. we need to be protected. almsot every single transgender person ive met has been/is suicidal. these people, if pushed enough, will lose their life, and all the wonder that it had. transgender children arent just "weirdos" for you to mock. we're people. we express ourselves by our identity. we're proud of who we are, because who we are is what makes us happy. everyone has their different traits that make them happy, but just because someone is more open about it, doesnt mean you have the right to treat them like scum.

[mgjong]

★ Intro Post ★

| She/Her | 19 | Lesbian | INTP | Hi, I am Mg and I scream about characters and stuff!

➤Current hyperfixation: MILGRAM

In this blog: ➜ Art and text reblogs, mainly pertaining to the current fandom ➜ Analysis and videos/AMVs (rarely) ➜ Rambles ➜ General simping and the occasional vent

DMs are always open, feel free to tag me in stuff! If there is something you need me to tag, please inform me. My blog is a safe space for all kinds of people as long as you are civil and not a bigot <3

Fandom specific info, tag guide and post masterlist below ⤵

》》 About me

➜ I go by Mg but you are free to use whatever nickname you want ➜ 19 so not a minor. University trying to kick my ass but idgaf ➜ I am just... very gay, apologies for that, I love women ➜ English/Portuguese/Spanish (awful speaker but I understand) ➜ I am a cat person. This is very important and not ironic at all ➜ I am very shy and it's hard for me to initiate conversations but if I start talking I can't shut up ➜ I have some trouble understanding social cues so if something I said wasn't worded correctly or something I did came across in a way that made you feel uncomfortable, please reach out to me. I am trying to grow as a person!

》》 Milgram Specific Info I joined this fandom early September, exactly one week after TPM's release. I haven't been here for that long but it has been a blast. Can't wait for trial 3 to destroy us all! ➜ Characters: My favourite character is Kotoko. My posts and reblogs are usually about her. Literally can't leave my brain Having said that there is no character I dislike and I love discussing all of them so if you ever want my opinion on someone feel free to ask. I love reading theories about every character ➜ Ships and Pairings: All ships in this blog are tagged so you may filter at your own discretion. While I understand this is not exactly the right series for it I do indulge in some shipping My favourite pairing is 0610 and I won't shut up about them Other pairings I like include 0507, muurei and 0909 I am open to most other ships to varying degrees, just don't ship adults with children please. I love most platonic pairings, especially 030910 (they are siblings your honor), 0010, 0710, 0104, 0206, 0810, etc. ➜ Voting: I will be voting everyone innocent on the third trial regardless of what they do. We will be definitely pushed to vote guilty and I am not falling for that. JOIN THE T3 INNO ARMY TODAY!

》》 Other Info ➜ I write sometimes and have an AO3 but haven't posted anything in a while ➜ I have a youtube channel where I post my videos unlisted ➜ My discord is literally mgjong so feel free to add me there! (Just give me a heads up first so I know who you are) ➜ I have a side-blog... which I won't link here for your own good. I am sure you can easily find it if you try <3

》》 Post Masterlist This is not everything under "my posts" only the stuff of relevance.

Disclaimer for my Kotoko posting

➜ Videos and AMVs Hated by Life Itself - Milgram AMV Kotoko's ear phones voice lines (VERY BAD QUALITY, low sound) ➜ Theories and analysis Lucky and Kotoko's relationship (Thoughts on Deep Cover) Analysis on the start of Deep Cover Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #1 Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #2 Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #3 Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #4 Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #5 Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #6 Kotoko iiya/118 cover propaganda!!!

➜Meta Kotoko and Projecting Rant about characters treated by fandom Liking vent posts

➜Rambles, memes, shipping Small ramble on question 18 Yelling about Deep Cover (before the MV came out) Post that sparked a debate about... Kotoko's chest size... Kotoko girlboss to girlfailure spectrum meme 0610 day hopes and dreams (before they were crushed) Calling out a friend in tags ft 0610 April fools!

This post is still a wip

PS: GO CHECK OUT @polarmary I AM HERE TO HYPE THE ART SHE MAKES FROM OUR SILLY IDEAS!

Tag guide? What tag guide, I only use these two:

[ashroman97]

Hello, world

Good evening and welcome to my blog. I'm sure this place is going to end up an interesting place but...right now its brand new.

I am going to preface this first because I have faith that my community has people that will at least take a moment to debate civilly with me rather than to go straight for the jugular. I am a civil person, even if I disagree with you - with few major exceptions.

This blog is going to be a place for discussion. Not for hate. Everyone's opinions are formed based off their life experience or lack thereof. I welcome them all and am open to changing my own mind, or find a middle ground.

My name is Ash, I am 26, and have a dog named Bennington.

I am a FtM transsexual (yes, I am using this as my identifier, more on that later) I started transitioning socially over 10 years ago and medically 8 years ago.

I am gay,

I am a drag queen and I run my citys drag group.

I have spent the last 8 years learning and growing and changing in the community as a trans person and as a human.

Theres not enough voices that are level headed and slow to anger, so I want to be that voice. I hope that if it impacts someone positively - or even gives another perspective on things, then I am doing what I came here for.

These next few posts are going to be my goals and mission for this blog and I hope you can join me on this journey.

If you would like, please introduce yourself and tune in for an honestly fun and wild ride while I write my story and read yours.

[the-hem]

"The Siege Ramp." 2 Samuel 20. David vs. Sheba, Part 5.

We have been discussing the need to integrate the law with the authority we place over us. The onset of tomorrow is the greatest authority man must submit to, next in line are those laws that extend the existence of life as long as possible.

While we don't exactly like to pay attention to laws that forbid election malfeasance, tyranny, pollution, or civil rights violations they are there. All we need is an HP printer with some ink in it, a woman with fingers to type into a computer and arrest warrants for all those people who have been breaking these laws and then hot cops to go and serve them, and life, the Book of Samuel promises will become merciful and just to those who need these things the most.

Persecuted persons have always needed the law to protect them, as far back as King David's time when the very first laws were written by early Jews. Before there were police stations, judges, prosecutors and governors, there were the Seven Noachide Laws, called Beersheba, "the Seven Wells."

Sheba is an oath to the Seven Laws, Bathsheba, the surrogacy wife of King David is their extrapolation into society through global study and magnification. Solomon, "a conclusive peace" is the result.

The Seven Noachide Laws as traditionally enumerated in the Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 56a-b and Tosefta Avodah Zarah 9:4,[21] are the following:[22]

Not to worship idols.[23]

Not to curse God.

Not to commit murder.[24]

Not to commit adultery or sexual immorality.[25]

Not to steal.[26]

Not to eat flesh torn from a living animal.[27]

To establish courts of justice.[28]

They roughly correspond to the Seven Days. As we have stated by the Third Day, one should be grown up enough into one's animal skin to know not to commit murder or even think about planning a murder.

As the Days pass, one proceeds to give up on chasing every pair of Levi's Flies, coveting or stealing, especially time from others. Then one attains to laws that explain how to sustain agriculture, manufacturing and competition for scarce, but sufficient resources everyone on this planet needs to live and one day, be happy.

The beginning of this permeation of the law throughout one's being and then throughout the world begins with a siege ramp, which is synonymous with the Ha, part of Ha Shem: "To perceive is to know."

As hayeh, it is a living breathing thing that can grow and change as its experiences become more and more complete:

The feminine noun חיה (hayya) meaning living thing. It may denote a living, active animal (Genesis 8:17), an angelic animal-like creature (Ezekiel 1:5), or it may denote life in general (Psalm 143:3), and even appetite in an active sense (Job 38:39) or revival or renewal (Isaiah 57:10).

The identical feminine noun חיה (hayya), meaning community. This word occurs once or twice in the Bible (2 Samuel 23:13 = 1 Chronicles 11:15, and perhaps Psalm 68:10). Note that in Hebrew reality, a community was the same kind of thing as one living creature.

The adjective חיה (hayeh), meaning lively or having the vigor of life. This word occurs only once, in Exodus 1:19.

The masculine plural noun חיים (hayyim), meaning life, or rather 'living[s]'.

Why this word comes in a plural form is open for debate but it might be to indicate that to the Hebrews, 'life' was not some abstract concept but rather the effect of a whole array of goings on; the common term 'living water' for running water uses this word (Genesis 26:19). The nuances of this word fall in three categories:

Life as a period: the life of Sarah — Genesis 23:1.

Welfare and happiness; earthly felicity combined with spiritual blessing (as beautifully put by BDB Theological Dictionary — Proverbs 16:15, Deuteronomy 30:6).

Sustenance, maintenance (Proverbs 27:27).

Life is the onramp, it connects the tomorrows. Night, the wall between the tomorrows and the city beyond today it protects, can be sieged only if the law is applied.

Sad but true, but persons who are incapable of understanding the concept of Beersheba are not quite as alive like those who can. As the above states, life within must be transmitted the same way life in the womb is made, by the male penis.

In the concluding passage of this part of 2 Samuel we learn how life begins on the other side of the Seven Laws the Seven Days, where the Ultimate Tomorrow called Shabbat awaits:

14 Sheba passed through all the tribes of Israel to Abel Beth Maakah and through the entire region of the Bikrites,[b] who gathered together and followed him. 

15 All the troops with Joab came and besieged Sheba in Abel Beth Maakah. They built a siege ramp up to the city, and it stood against the outer fortifications. While they were battering the wall to bring it down, 

16 a wise woman called from the city, “Listen! Listen! Tell Joab to come here so I can speak to him.” 

17 He went toward her, and she asked, “Are you Joab?”

“I am,” he answered.

She said, “Listen to what your servant has to say.”

“I’m listening,” he said.

18 She continued, “Long ago they used to say, ‘Get your answer at Abel,’ and that settled it. 

19 We are the peaceful and faithful in Israel. You are trying to destroy a city that is a mother in Israel. Why do you want to swallow up the Lord’s inheritance?”

20 “Far be it from me!” Joab replied, “Far be it from me to swallow up or destroy! 

21 That is not the case. A man named Sheba son of Bikri, from the hill country of Ephraim, has lifted up his hand against the king, against David. Hand over this one man, and I’ll withdraw from the city.”

The woman said to Joab, “His head will be thrown to you from the wall.”

22 Then the woman went to all the people with her wise advice, and they cut off the head of Sheba son of Bikri and threw it to Joab. So he sounded the trumpet, and his men dispersed from the city, each returning to his home. And Joab went back to the king in Jerusalem.

Walls are also called Arks, altars, and beaches. They represent the looming experience that will change everything. Birth is the first wall, the one between non-existence and life. Virginity is a wall. Superstition is a wall. Politics, religion, myth, legend, propagaganda, anything that prevents us from pure deduction is a wall.

"Jesus died for our sins" is an example of a wall. There is nothing, nothing at all stated in the Gospels Jesus died as a way of taking on the sin of the world. As all the laws of Judaism state, no matter what, life goes on. The Gospels insist upon this in their own way: poverty and destitution are not ways life is to be lived.

As the passages above state, life will try to find its way into a prosperous condition that lasts provided a law abiding mankind is present to channel it. Remember King David was trying to avoid this:

v. 14: Abel Beth Maacah is the Stream Of The House Of The Squeeze.

The verb יבל (yabal) speaks mostly of a flowing along some course, which of course requires the bottom of the course to be saturated and reject any further absorption.

Noun יבל (yabal) means water course or conduit, noun יובל (yubal) means stream and noun אובל ('ubal) means stream or river.

Adjective יבל (yabbal) means suppurating (discharging pus from a wound). Noun יבול (yebul) denotes produce from the soil and noun בול (bul) means produce or outgrowth.

Noun יובל (yobel) or יבל (yobel) describes "a carrier" or "a producer" or "something that drives a flow" (e.g. a trumpet, or the principle of Jubilee). Noun תבל (tebel) refers to the whole world-economy.

The entire planet needs to flow on top of the same stream bed- these Seven Laws. They must be taught and agreed upon by every human being.

Bikri, The First Born, persons who have achieved Shabbat, who understand life depends upon non-violence and a steady war against corruption, must lead from mouth of the stream to the sea where all men gather awaiting their choices (or absence of them) to turn into some kind of destiny.

v. 15: Joab is the power of God to create life; men who follow Joab will use the Beersheba to sustain it. The Gematria value is 10909, י'‎ץט, the 16th, the 16th Letter, which is another example of a pictographic explanation for the scripture:

There is good, there is evil, and they appear based on the hidden desires of the soul. The siege takes place always to attack the hidden evil in mankind before it becomes a City of Evil like Washington DC.

Note the Evil Eye is kind of slanty, the Good Eye wears the crown, one beseiges the will with its upright authority.

v. 16: A wise woman named Serah, which means "the Princess of the Senate" confers with Joab:

The wise woman from Abel-Beth-Maacah is identified in midrashim as Serah, daughter of Asher. The rabbis attribute great wisdom to her. She successfully instituted a negotiation with Joab, who had besieged the town of Abel-Beth-Maacah. She then spoke to the people of the town, who beheaded Sheba son of Bichri in order to induce Joab to leave.

Rabbis draw parallels between her story and the story of Abraham negotiating with God for the people of Sodom. The wise woman from Abel-Beth-Maacah is greatly admired by many, including Solomon, who lauded her when he said: “Wisdom is more valuable than weapons of war”; this woman’s wisdom was superior to all of Joab’s weapons (Eccl. Rabbah loc. cit.).

The Prophet now says the Senate and its members play a role in the beatification of horror on this world. Our protagonist, King David did not believe in this. In doing so, the text says he put the winepress and cooking pot at risk, and indeed he did- the wise woman said "give the head of Sheba son of Bikri from Ephraim to Joab" meaning, put the future in the hands of the traditions God has said will preserve life on this world by memorizing them in your mind".

v. 17: the value is 9703, טזאֶפֶסג, tzapesg "the righteous person apprehends how life on earth works." The verse says this happens first through listening to what the law is trying to say: "This planet, which is one of a kind floating in space has no other alternatives. Its conservation is of the essence."

v. 18- 19= 10609, י'‎םט‎, hwot, "to be marked." This hearkens back to Cain's victory over Abel, "vanity". Cain's success was marked by his humility before God. Let's face it, humble persons who wish approval from the Most High do not cause anyone any trouble at all:

v. 20-21: the Number is 8347, חגדז‎‎‎, hagadez, "understanding of the counsel of the Haggadah."

God raised His hand against the liars, cheaters, and slavers of the Egyptian monarchy and army. As for the rest, the Israelites, He smote them only when they complained, resorted to idols, or were violent. In other words, He enforced the Beersheba.

And the woman said, "his head will be thrown to you." The value for this is Day Zero: "The creation of the world" and when it achieves Mashiach, and it says "Hosanna!" that is the beginning of the New Day 1.

To follow the calling of the law to the right nation with the right collegium is the route to a Hosanna, a new Day 1. But first we must surpass Day Zero which entails Seven more Days.

v. 22: the Number is 11980, יאטף‎, yataf, "the final impression of the truth...without laws, life on earth is a prospect for failure."

Day Zero, also called Shabbat is a product of birth when we are naive, and Shabbat, when we are no longer subject to naivete. Both states require the presence of penises, which is why I have I chosen a picture of a sheathed penis to explain the scripture.

Read above...it is the ability to create life with a penis that breaks down the First Wall between the darkness of the unknowable and life on this pearlescent globe. It's sudden reppaerance between the legs of a boy indicates the torch of life and its glorious traditions are ready to be passed.

The Penis is verily the siege engine used by Ha Shem in order to make or breaks all life on earth, which is why we have laws, many about its proper use stored in the other head, and use only one eye.

We simply cannot possess all that we desire, only what the Laws of God will allow. The desire to slander and make war are just not among them. About this, we must come into a state of glad acceptance and start breeding in men that want to keep the peace, ridding ourselves of the ones who refuse.

This concept of continual male evolution is embodied in the tales of the Kings of Israel, especially David, whose name is blazoned upon the rest.

[heyaharusame]

EXPRESSION OF FREEDOM OF SPEECH

As a Media and Information Literacy

Freedom of expression is one of the key foundations supporting the democratic process; therefore, maintaining it is critical if we want to live in a society that is fair and equal to everyone. However, an excessive amount of information distributed as a result of freedom of expression poses the issue of discerning fact from fiction, filtering biased narratives, and guaranteeing responsible media practices. That is why media and information literacy (MIL) is such a potent instrument these days.

Freedom of speech gives people of our country, the freedom to express themselves, to be able to share their ideas, views and opinions openly, where the public and the media can express and comment on any political activities and can also be able to express their dissent towards anything they think is not appropriate. Freedom is the state of being able to speak, act, and pursue happiness without unneeded external restraints. Raising awareness about significant social concerns and rights, while also delivering correct information is, in my opinion, far more vital in this generation. It is important because it promotes original thought and creative expression, higher productivity, and a high standard of living in general. As a result, the society's citizens are able to establish their own opinions about matters of general interest. This also promotes the open interchange of ideas, opinions, and information. The right to freedom of speech promotes civic engagement, a free and independent press, an informed citizenry, and an open government.

People are becoming increasingly engaged and involved in government and politics, and the approaching barangay and SK elections provide an excellent opportunity for us to become media and information literate. Freedom of speech plays a crucial role in ensuring open and transparent discussions about politics, government officials, and candidates in upcoming barangay and SK elections. It is critical that citizens use their right to free expression in the upcoming barangay and SK elections to engage in open and honest debates about the candidates and their agendas. Voters can openly express their support or criticism of candidates thanks to free speech, resulting in a more informed electorate and a healthy democratic process. To promote openness and accountability in the political process, citizens should be encouraged to freely express their concerns, ask questions, and participate in debates. As cliché as it gets, the voice of the voiceless always sets to be left unheard of as those from the outskirts of our society always set to be left behind. Our society is full of issues that are unheard of up to this very moment. That's why those who were brave enough stood up to represent those voiceless and shouted their lungs out to express their struggles. These people or civilians with their civil groups just put to use one of their rights according to our constitution, Freedom of Speech. Press Freedom is powerful and essential when exercising freedom of speech and it starts by being literate in media and information literacy.

Indeed, media and information literacy as a manifestation of free speech empowers people to interpret and make better decisions as media users. It is essential for improving access to information and knowledge, and as explained – for the betterment of government and the officials, as well as freedom of expression. As for the people, there are times when we, or they, do not consider thoroughly before making and spreading assertions and points of view that may possibly hurt the sentiments of others. This is a powerful message that we should understand the skill known as MIL, in order to become better media users.

[thebourisbox]

AGI: (M)ending the World - it's either one or the other (by Alberto Romero)

See on Scoop.it - Design, Science and Technology

Imagine this: In front of you there’s a big magical button. You happen to know that, if you press it, there’s an indeterminate but non-zero chance that you’ll solve all the world’s problems right away. Sounds great! There’s a caveat, though. At the other end of the probability distribution lies a similarly tiny but very real possibility that you will, just as instantly, kill everyone.

Do you press it?

  Superintelligence: Utopia or apocalypse?

  That button is, as you may have imagined, a metaphor for the hypothetical AGI or superintelligence (will use them interchangeably) we hear about everywhere nowadays. The dichotomic scenario described above is the setting that so-called “AI optimists” and “AI doomers” have submerged us in. Superintelligence will be humanity’s blessing or humanity’s curse. It’ll be a paradisiac dream or a hellish nightmare. It’ll be the panacea to solve all our problems or the doom that will end human civilization.

  Public discussions on social media and traditional media about superintelligence and the broad range of futures that will open up if—or when, for some people—we manage to create an AGI have captured the conversation; everything else pales in comparison. Debates about current, actual problems that are existentially urgent to many people are relegated to obscurity because they’re not as “existentially serious as … [AIs] taking over,” as AI pioneer Geoffrey Hinton stated recently.

Read the full article at: thealgorithmicbridge.substack.com

[theeversocelebratedmarktwain]

Mark Twain & Pudd’nhead’s Satire: The One Drop Rule

Welcome back Everyone!! It’s me again with the deep thoughts. For this week of the blog, we are discussing Pudd’nhead Wilson. Not just the novel, but the underlying tones of issues within the book. Hopefully I won’t get side tracked this week with a philosophical “What does it all mean” posting again.  Either way, thank you for reading!

Mark Twain published his book Pudd’nhead Wilson in 1893. Twain had already written other works and had them published before then. He also had already earned his title of a worker of satire by this point. Pudd’nhead WIlson follows three plot lines within the same town: A northerner named David moved to a Missouri town to be a lawyer who gets shunned from the small town and nicknamed Pudd’nhead, A slave woman named Roxy makes a hard decision in the beginning of the story to save her child by switching him with the master’s newborn who looks equal skin tone as her master’s child and born around the same time, and by the end of the novel- An untimely murder mystery that blames innocent men. Twain laces satire throughout the story to master his invested meanings. 

There are two things to remember when reading Pudd’nhead WIlson. The first thing is to remember that this is a society that focused on  ‘The One Drop Rule’. Outlandish ideas and uneducated Psuedoscience held people of this time in a choke hold about the concept that if a white person even had ‘one drop’ of African American blood in them, that they were considered themselves as a black person (which in this time ties them to a life of enslavement and oppression). While the readers are to sympathize with Roxy as a mother, she makes an unbelievable choice in the name of protecting her child. She switches her child for the master’s child who is just a couple days different in age and have the same skin complexion.  The fact that both children are the same color of skin complected with different family lineage shows just how diverse genetics can be. The master’s child was born from two white people while Roxy gives birth to a child 1/16 of Black Ancestry. (A modern day example is looking at pictures of Tamara Mowery’s son who is ‘a quarter of Black Ancestry’ has the same amount as White Passing Actress Troian Bellisario). Genetics work in multiple different complex ways, and children can look the same or different from the counterparts. It were the adults of this time that bothered doing the work to investigate the lineage of each person to strike them out as they do others with Black Ancestry. 

Another thing to take into consideration is the conversation of Nature vs. Nurture. This topic feels like it holds reservation in every conversation these days. However, the way that Twain describes the lives that the switched individuals puts a spotlight on the subject as he dissects it for satire.  The Nature vs. Nurture concept was coined in the Enlightenment Period by Francis Galton. The subject covers the debate or whether it is either your physical environment (Nurture) or your genetic ancestry (Nature) that describes who you become. 

Twain opens this conversation of Nature vs. Nurture with satire with talking about how the swapped children grow out. Roxy’s child (now named Tom) grew up to be a criminal and a murderer after being saved from the life of a black, enslaved person. The master’s child (now named Chambers) was raised as a slave with torture and oppression just to grow up to be a civilized man. Once the truth was exposed, Chambers was recognized as an heir to his estate and legally in charge of the entire plantation.  

Mark Twain places Satire in each aspect of this novel showing the immoral practices ‘Blood Searching’, Racial Speculation, and the Enslavement of Black People. While Twain gives his audience and readers something to sit and think of, they enjoy the laughs that come with solving a murder by accident. 

I do not feel like this kind of approach would work in modern day society. How we could find plenty of stories with symbolism and skewed meanings that underly bigger issues. Showing someone with 1/16 of Black Ancestry as “naturally violent and a town hassle” would only add to the list of many harmful stereotypes that white people have created against the black community. 

[efrmellifer]

Minor spoilers for a sidequest in 6.1 and 6.2 MSQ dialogue.

So I finally read the Tales from the Dawn that was put out, and it's good.

(This is long and the first 6.1 spoiler is early on, so I'm putting it under a cut now, and it's also 100% opinion. If you disagree, please be civil)

But, even more than that, it helped me at long last identify something about EW that's been bothering me but I couldn't articulate: The writers will occasionally Have a Message and then Mangle That Message

I like that it answered the question that was raised about the Watcher! (I believe that was brought up in the Omega quest)

Because I was going to be really frustrated if they never got to that. Now they have! I am satisfied.

The two main examples are Venat becoming Hydaelyn, and Meteion & Zenos

and I know that saying that, everyone is going "your biases are showing" and sure. I have strong and less-common opinions on Venat and Zenos. But I'm saying it's the same problem both times, so it's not a critique of Hydaelyn as much as it is the writing around her choice

So. Let's start with Hydaelyn.

It turns out that actually, this was actually my whole problem with her in 6.0. It was just this clash of what the writing said about her and what the writing did with her.

I would suggest reading the story first if you haven't yet so that you have it in context, but here is the quote that blew all this open for me: "The future, they believed, must not bear the cost for saving the past."

And she says this before she does the Sundering. With different words, but she does say this to the people making the second sacrifice to Zodiark.

Unfortunately, the Warrior of Light does still have to bear that cost.

The fact that Venat walking through the representation of the modern world post-Sundering is interspersed with the WoL walking to Emet-Selch/Solus in that moment between Amaurot (the dungeon) and The Dying Gasp to me just highlights that the WoL is very much bearing the cost of saving this world due to the past.

Maybe it's just supposed to show, "this is what she believed, but she failed" since her literal successor has been hand-chosen to put these things right. But the way it was written doesn't feel to me like an acknowledgement of that failure. And that's on the writing, not Venat. I completely believe she didn't want to do what she had to do, stem to stern, Sundering to The Mothercrystal (the trial). But I don't think the writers gave it to us that way. It felt like predestination until I chewed on the text trying to give her additional benefit of the doubt, knowing this is her belief. (It felt like similarly frustrating "It was always going to be like this; be quiet and play the role you were thrust into" writing from another game I love, upon reflection)

Now onto Zenos (and other characters). It's another case of writing doing different things, but this time, it's mostly some characters getting a different treatment from the narrative.

Zenos. We know what he's done. I will continue to make the argument that at least some of the point of his entire character is that there is a mirror aspect to Zenos. Even if you ignore Zenos' childhood, the mental health and neurodivergence debates, all of that, one thing remains: Zenos and the WoL are both used as weapons. Enforcers of wills.

We know what he's done--that must include making a bargain with Krile to help the WoL, risking life and limb (as Zero tells us) for the WoL. Like him, hate him, he did that just as much as he chained up Shinryu in the Royal Menagerie.

We're allowed to forgive Fandaniel and Emet-Selch in the Omega quest. We are never allowed to offer Zenos any sympathy. That's just unfair.

There has been much discussion of his current conclusion, often phrased much better by people who have revisited that cutscene without the adrenaline of the ending of the expansion*. Their thesis is this: no matter how many times you tell us it is, it's not a good ending for a character to die in the middle of a sentence, having started the upward trend of an arc, and then to speak of him only in cruel terms.

Imagine if we had never gotten the "a hero" of that infamous line from HW.

They already handled Yotsuyu abysmally, and Fordola only just scraped out of the Healer quests with all right handling. They've now mangled all of the Stormblood antagonists, even the one they've redeemed.

And Emet-Selch gets to give us homework. I ask you.

Regarding Meteion, she does deserve forgiveness! I'm not saying otherwise. What I am saying is that she was the catalyst or accelerant of Fandaniel's actions, she has accelerating other horrors across the universe, and I'm so glad she acknowledges "my apology doesn't undo what my sisters and I did"

Because she was the first domino. The Final Days caused Emet-Selch's everything he ever did, what we've been fighting this whole time! (And including what he did to/with Varis and then Zenos)

okay I've run out of steam and this part is sloppier, I acknowledge that.

Those are my thoughts on the matter.

*which, also, was a bad decision. It's hard to soak in those cutscenes when you've just gone through The Final Day and then the fight with Zenos. It was a new decision and one I hope they will not make again.

[kirkpatrickborch4]

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