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[vintagehakusho]

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[becoach-a]

while i hate storms, beard doesn't. he is outside on the front porch, arms crossed over his chest, looking at the sky.

[woolydemon]

The way that komaeda getting run over post was immediately reblogged from me but with the komaeda part removed

[vesora]

I’m crying as I type this,, I just,, I’m having a really bad anxiety attack because earlier today, we just hear a loud sound outside. It’s the kind that sounds like a plane flew by. My sibs, mom and I are just home chilling all relaxed. An hour later, my mom looks to see what it could’ve been. And apparently it could’ve been a t/rnado ( I filtered it cause I swear those things scare me so bad I hate them and cause of them I hate storms, clouds, and rain ).

So now I’m just crying cause I’m like…today could’ve been my family and neighbors last day. But I know in my gut it was a plane. I just have such bad anxiety that the thoughts have me remember death and t/rnadoes scare me. I’m God, so I’m just blaming myself for this. I could’ve killed us all. I almost did cause I’m the reason why such crap exists. I dunno why I made these things real. I dunno why I almost ruined everything for me and my family. And I’m scared I may not be able to actually control the weather like I thought I could. I don’t know what to do. What if I affirm it’s a clear month and apparently it begins to storm and form another one of those things?

What if I affirm it’s a clear day and signs show it’s gonna storm ( cause usually I get pics of them or ppl say words related to them )? What do I do?

tw: d***th

Okay don't worry, im here for you.

First things first, it is completely okay to be scared of these things. I think maybe with LOA you're having even worse anxiety but that should not be the case sweetie!! Usually in my experience, the subcon knows how to discern between a fear and an assumption. So what I want you to do right now is keep repeating at your leisure that it is literally impossible for negative things to manifest. You and your family are safe, please don't burden yourself with this, my heart aches.

I understand that simply reaffirming something maybe won't work for your anxiety immediately, so why don't you do a protection spell? Before loa and even now when I do those, it always works. Set the intention that you and your family are permanently safe and thus you will be.

Secondly, I need you to really stop blaming yourself. Truth is, we don't know much about the universe even if we know the law. So what I do want you to concentrate on is, that your family can't die or there will be clear weather even if the 3d is showing any different. At the end of the day, you are the only operant power therefore youre in control of the weather, dont worry!

Ofc you can get any supplies or whatever if you feel more secure.

Subliminals that are perfect to ease fear and protect you:

[ankhlesbian]

Mfw ppl have dms from rnados turned off so i cant message them re: their tags and lef them know its kamen rider not power rnages or sentak

[nebraskaenergy]

Waiting

Like many o you, I’m a bit distracted at the moment. A lot of you are in he Southeast and its pretty ugly this year. Usually I don’t pay much more to hurricane season than I do tornado system. My friends down there have been there long enough to know what they are doing and are backed up by the best governor in the US. But this year – Wow!. So, like when he radar is showing a ton=rnado about five…

[rnomics]

Watch Out: To#RNAdo Alley Is Migrating Eastward

To#RNAdo outbreaks are moving from Texas and Oklahoma toward Tennessee and Kentucky, where people may not be prepared https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/watch-out-tornado-alley-is-migrating-eastward/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[bonefarm]

They’re trying to form up. I’m hoping they stay scattered though. I can’t take any more ha*l this year.

[winchesterish]

this is my call out post for severe weather,

stop it.

[th3wings]

O mundo faz mundo e é sendo mais que aquilo que é apreensível e perceptível no meio do qual nos julgamos 'em casa'. O mundo nunca é um objeto que esteja ante nós e que possa ser intuído. O mundo é aquilo que é sempre não-objetivo, de que dependemos enquanto as vias do nascimento e da morte, da bênção e da maldição nos mantiverem enlevados no ser. Aí onde se jogam as decisões essenciais da nossa história, onde por nós são assumidas ou abandonadas, onde não são reconhecidas e onde são de novo questionadas - aí o mundo faz mundo.

[stormclaws]

cant sleep. 5 nights at nightmares will be there

[knuckleslove]

Whumptober 2022 ficlet

Day Seven | The way you shake and shiver

Shaking hands | Silent Panic Attack

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(continued from Day 5)

All Knuckles knew was that he’d awoken some time later in a frenzy, and immediately felt flooded with a NEED to be outside of this place. Once he’d managed to get his legs beneath himself he proceeded back—not through the most direct, but the most walkable route—towards an exit out of Hydrocity. 

Only one chamber—one of the submerged current tunnels—ended up being impassable without continuing straight through the water. It left Knuckles shocked how, simply stepping up to the pool’s edge somehow dropped him to his knees in a panic.

He couldn’t do it. Not right now.

Several minutes passed before he managed to calm himself, and scrape himself off the floor to try a different route. 

‘City’ wasn’t quite an accurate translation, but it did convey the scale of this place. Hydrocity was a massive winding network. Knuckles knew it well, but right now he was struggling to find his way through. Would this path lead him to another submerged room? He couldn’t remember. In the end he did find a way out, but it wasn’t the exit he’d been searching for. 

In each zone he made sure to keep a stash or two of practical supplies—the sheer size of his island demanded it. The closest stash to him now was housed just inside the eastern grand entrance to Hydrocity—the one he most often passed through. He’d come out the North side.

It took Knuckles another ten minutes to drag himself round through the forest to that entrance. Once inside, he located the large chest where his items were stored, and crouched before it. First he fished out an old woven blanket, and wrapped it around himself. Warmth from sunshine above had helped a little, but he’d been shivering since he woke up. It took a bit of searching through the heap of stuff, but eventually Knuckles fished out the small yellow radio he’d been looking for. He placed it on the ground, and took the mic, but his hands were shaking so terribly, it was a struggle to do the rest. He was thankful that it did switch on and power up easily, but adjusting the dials to the correct frequencies took several tries. He’d never really liked this version of their comms. He did better with the simple dialing system.

When he finally thought he had the signal in right, Knuckles raised the mic, and just… faltered for a moment. The danger was over. Did he really need to make this call? Was it worth worrying them when he was fine? He agonized over the decision for several seconds, until finally the shaking rattled his hands so badly he dropped the mic. It surprised Knuckles into the realization that maybe, actually… he was a lot less okay  than he thought. 

He picked the mic back up, and rather than speaking pressed the button he knew would just send a call tone instead. It played quietly on his end. Knuckles closed his eyes. He leaned back against the chest and waited. It rang for a long time. Two minutes, maybe more. He’d already assumed it was playing to an empty room—or maybe the frequency was wrong—and began considering whether he remembered anyone else’s frequency, when the tone finally stopped and a voice came on. “Knuckles! Shit. Sorry! I was outside. I thought… aren’t we meeting tomorrow for the bridge fixing thing… don’t tell me I marked it wrong on the calender.” Knuckles opened his mouth to reply and immediately descended into a violent coughing fit. “Woah, hey. Knux, you okay? Are you… sick?”Knuckles coughed a couple more times before he managed to speak. Sonic did wait for his reply. “Not… ogh-hark-gh gh …not sick.” “No…? What’s going on?” “I… need some… help…” Knuckles felt really tired again. He probably shouldn’t have closed his eyes. “Help? You got it. On my way. What’s happening bud?” “Hmm… I’m cold.”“You’re… cold? Are you out in Ice Cap?” In the background, Knuckles heard a door open and close, and then some harsh whispering. He only caught a bit of it, but definitely the words, “spin-up… …rnado… …go now.”Sonic spoke again. “Knuckles, where are you now? Are you somewhere in Ice Cap?” “Ngh-ngh. No… hh-hydro…city.” Knuckles might have imagined it, but he thought he heard Sonic mutter ‘fuuuuck’ under his breath. Either way he sort of agreed with the sentiment. “Where in Hydrocity Knuckles? You know I don’t know my way around that zone too well.” “Not inside… anymore. Wait…no, I am… um… east side. big hall. It’s the entrance. He could definitely hear a propeller sound thrumming in the background now. And another voice—Tails—saying something, though he couldn’t make it out. His shivering hadn’t really improved much despite the blanket. He curled over on his side, as the chill got worse. He really wanted to sleep. “I’m… tired.” “What? No, no, don’t do that. Don’t go to sleep. Don’t… Knuckles I need you to tell me what happened. Please? Can you do that?” Knuckles groaned. He wanted to say no. “Okay… Yes. I…I…”  Oh… why was this hard to say… “Uh…I… almost drowned.” Sonic did not reply for a long time after that. Eventually Knuckles heard Tails say something forcefully in the background, and then Sonic was back.

“You’re… are you safe now?” “Mm..yeah… Not near the water anymore.” “Okay. Alright. Good. Are you—what’s that Tails? Oh. Yeah, yeah, okay… that’s yeah… Knuckles… you said your near the entrance? Is that right?” “Mm-hmm. Yeah. Where I keep the… the stuff. “Okay. Listen… I need you to go outside. Can you do that?” “Nghh… just wanna sleep.” “Yes. Yeah, I know. You’re sleepy but… but it’s a gorgeous day out here, ‘kay? You don’t wanna miss it. Can you just—” “—M’tired.” “Knuckles. I know. Please, just… stand up. Walk outside. It’s warm. Find a sunny spot to sit down—” “—Lay down.” “Fine. Lay down. That’s fine.” “Grr…okay Sonic.” “Good. Go warm up. You’ll be okay. We’ll be there soon.”

[carebearcody]

it’s a good thing i can’t watch c*ty without feeling sick otherwise you’d all be getting weekly posts abt how much of a rat b*rnado silva is <3

[entities-of-posts]

recurring dreams of being unable to escape places and watching as t//rnadoes approach … fueled by my phobia of them </3. most of the time i start trying to run before i realize that i can’t move my feet anymore

i think the reason it scares me so much is that i know it’ll get to me inevitably because i can’t move, so i have to sit with the dread that it is Approaching which— sounds like an end thing?

Yeah, while natural disasters can be associated with the Desolation or the Extinction, in this case I would say End.

[chocosvt]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  the four panels of jeon wonwoo *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

→ for @renthecupcake  ♡ i’m always here for you, bff

→ did i know what i was doing when making this? no.

[st-just]

Barely coherent rambling about nation-states, culture, the Hapsburgs, and Canada

Because why have a blog except to occasionally purge one of the essays floating around half-formed in your brain. To be clear, it’s still half-formed, just on tumblr now. 1,666 words, here’s the Deveraux essay mentioned. Book is Martyn Rady’s The Hapsburgs: To Rule The World

So I’ve had like, nationalism on my mind recently.

And so there’s a kind of recurring beat in left-of-centre American political discourse (like, not ‘internet rnados screaming at each other’ discourse, ‘people with doctorates or think tank positions having debates on podcasts or exchanging op eds’ discourse) where you have some people on the radical end list some of the various horrible atrocities the country is built on, the ways that all the national myths are lies, and how all the saints of the civic religion were monsters to one degree or another – this can come in a flavor of either righteous anger or, like, intellectual sport. And then on the other end you have the, well, Matt Yglesiases of the world. Who don’t really argue any of the points of fact, but do kind of roll their eyes at the whole exercise and say that sure, but Mom and Apple Pie and the American Way are still popular, and if you’re trying to win power in a democracy telling the majority of the population that their most cherished beliefs are both stupid and evil isn’t a great move.

Anyway, a couple weeks back Deveraux posted an essay for the 4th of July (which I don’t totally buy, but is an interesting read) about why the reason American nationalism is so intensely bundled up into a couple pieces of paper and maybe a dozen personalities is precisely because it isn’t a nation at all. Basically, his thesis is that in proper nation-states like England or the Netherlands or wherever, there really is a core population that is the overwhelming demographic majority and really have lived in more or less the same places since time immemorial, and that once the enthographers and mythologists finish their work, all those people really do identify with both the same nation and the same state as its expression. America, by contrast, is by virtue of being a settler nation whose citizenry was filled by waves of immigrants from all the ass ends of Eurasia in a historical eyeblink, even before you add in the native population and descendants of slaves lacks any single core ethnicity that is anywhere close to a majority, as well as any organic national traditions or claims to an ‘ancestral homeland’ that aren’t obviously absurd (and we are trying to include the descendents of slaves and the native population these days, to varying levels of success). All this to say that his point is America is a civic state, not a national one, with the identity of ‘American’ being divorced from ethnicity and instead tied to things like the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the whole cult around the Founding Fathers, Lincoln, and [FDR and/or Reagan depending on your politics].

Which, like I said, don’t totally buy, but interesting. (to a degree he overstates how homogenus ‘actual’ nation-states are, he makes America sound very special but if his analysis holds that it’d presumably also apply to several other former settler colonies, in the American context there’s a fairly solid case to be made that the whole ‘nation of immigrants’ story and the racial identity of whiteness were constructed to function as an erratz national ethnicity, with incredible success, etc, etc).

But anyway, if we accept that the American identity is bound up in its civic religion and the mythologized version of its political history, it’s absolutely the case that there’s several segments of the left who take incredibly joy in tearing said civic religion and national mythology apart and dragging whatever’s left through the mud. I mean, hell, I do! (reminder: any politician whose ever had a statue dedicated to them was probably a monster). And, well, call it a greater awareness of historical crimes and injustice, or the postmodern disdain for idols and systems leaking out through the increasingly college-educated populace, or the liquid acid of modernity dissolving away all unchosen identities, or a Marxist cabal undermining the national spirit to pave the way for the Revolution or whatever you like, but in whichever case, that critical discourse is certainly much more prominent and influential among left and liberal media and politics types that is was in decades past.

And, okay, so I finished Martyn Rady’s The Hapsburgs a few days ago. And I mentioned as I was reading it that the chapters on the 19th and 20th centuries reminded me quite a bit of courses I’d taken in school on the late Ottoman Empire and Soviet Union. Because all three are multi/non-national states (Empires, in Deveraux’s terminology, though that’s varying degrees of questionable for each, I think. Moreso for the Hapsburgs than the rest) who outlasted their own ideological legitimacy. And in all three cases it just, well, it didn’t not matter, but even as all the ceremonies got more absurd and farcical  and the politics more consumed by inertia punctuated with crises, things kept limping along just fine for decades. Even in the face of intense crisis, dissolution wasn’t inevitable. (The Ottomans are a less central example here, admittedly, precisely because of the late attempt to recenter the empire on Turkish nationalism. But even then, more Arab soldiers fought for the Sultan-Caliph than ever did for the Hashemites, and most prewar Arab nationalism was either purely cultural or imagined the Empire reformed into a binational federation, not dissolved).

But as Rady says in the book – losing WW1 crippled Germany, it dissolved Austria-Hungary. And in all three cases, as soon as they were gone, the idea of bringing them back instantly became at least a bit absurd.

And okay, to now pivot to talking about where I actually live but about whose politics I (shamefully) know significantly less than America’s. I mean, maybe it’s because most of my history education from public school was given by either pinko commies or liberals still high off ‘90s one-world universalism, or maybe it’s just a matter of social class, but I really can’t remember ever having taken the whole wannabe civic religion of Canada seriously (the only even serious attempt at sacredness I recall was for Remembrance Day). Even today, the main things I remember about our Founding Father is that he was an alcoholic who lost power in a railroad corruption scandal.

Really, in all my experience the only unifying threads of national/particular Canadian identity are a flag, a healthcare system, those Canadian Heritage Minute propaganda ads, a bill of rights from the ‘60s, and an overpowering sense of polite smugness towards the States.

And that last one (or, at least, the generally rose-colored ‘Canada is the good one’ view of history) is taking something of a beating, on account of all the mass graves really rubbing the public’s noses in the whole genocide thing. At least among big segments of the intellectual and activist classes, most of the symbols of Canadian nationhood are necessarily becoming illegitimate as Canada is, in fact, a project of genocidal settle colonialism.

But it really is just purely symbolic. Most of the municipalities who cancelled their Canada Day celebrations are going to elect Liberal MPs and help give our Natural Governing Party its majority in the next election, no one of any significance has actually challenged the authority of the civil service or the courts. And, frankly, most of the people who are loudly skeptical of all the symbols of the nations are also the ones whose political projects most heavily rely on an efficient and powerful state bureaucracy to carry out.

(This is leaving aside Quebec, which very much does have a live national identity insofar as the vigorous protection of national symbols is what wins provincial elections. If I felt like doing research and/or reaching more there’s probably something there on how pro-independence sentiment has largely simmered down at a pace with the decline of attempts to impose a national Canadian identity).

I mean, Canada does have rather more of a base for a ‘national’ population core than the US (especially if you’re generous and count the people who mark French on the census as a core population as well). At the same time, no one really expects this to continue to be the case – even back in Junior High, I remember one of the hand outs we got explaining that due to declining fertility most or all future population growth would come from immigration (I remember being confused when my mother was weirdly uncomfortable with the idea when it came up). I suppose our government gets credit for managing public opinion such that anti-immigration backlash hasn’t taken over the political conversation. Which you’d think would be a low bar but, well.

But anyway, to try and begin wrapping this rambling mess up – it does rather feel like Rady’s portrayal of the late Hapsburg empire might have a few passing similarities to the future of Canada. A multinational state whose constitution and political system and built on foundations and legitimized by history that no one actually believes in anymore, or at least no more than they have to pretend to to justify the positions they hold, but persisting because it’s convenient and it’s there and any alternatives are really only going to seem practical after a complete economic collapse or apocalyptic war. (Though our civil service is a Josephist’s dream by comparison, really.)

Or maybe I’m premature, and the dominant culture will just be incredibly effective at assimilating immigrants into that civic identity. Anecdotally, the only people I know who are at all enthusiastic about Canada as an idea are first generation immigrants. I could certainly just be projecting, really – I’ve never really been able to get all that invested in the nation-state as an idea of more moral power than ‘a convenient administrative division of humanity’, and certainly liberating ourselves form the need to defend the past would certainly rectifying certain injustices easier.  

Or maybe I’m just being incredibly optimistic. Half the economy’s resource extraction and the other half’s real estate, so decent odds the entire place just literally goes up in flames over the next few decades. BC’s already well on its way.