#brain often ain't doing logic

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Thank you! I think I might have to look up the actor and that character, so I can better remember them and tell them apart 💀

I can NOT put a face to that name, unfortunately😅

literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro

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𓏲̣̇.170 reasons to love leona —not joking ⏤͟͟͞͞★

𓏲̣̇.idfk what im doing but i just need to do it ain't no way, my brain is gonna burn thinking of reasons to write this🙏🏻 ⏤͟͟͞͞★

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this post will discuss 170 reasons to love leona kingscholar ⏤͟͟͞͞★

im setting reader here to be fem

Emotional – Psychological – Social – Intellectual – Physical – Spiritual – Lifestyle – Practical – Creative – Temporal

this is all aspects mentioned

𓏲̣̇. Enjoy!⏤͟͟͞͞★

sorry for being late to post, this whole thing got deleted at reason 104 and i had to rewrite it all

while he may look cold to other people in general, he is definitely not cold to you at all. this man when in love will be so emotional even if he hides it

gentleman, he is so good at princess treatment since he respects women, and NO i don't like when he makes yiu his own pillow he will never force you into this. i believe he is the kind of guy to just take care of you when you are on your period, focuses on you

his love language is physical touch (duh of course he is touchstarved)

gives you a cute silly nickname as some sort of love

acts of service is his fav thing, he will probably love it when you fix his braids for him and he will buy you extra food

he is a nerd, so he can help you with your homework

he won't cheat, that man barely allowed himself to even THINK about dating, let alone cheating

He values quality time together, he will love sitting under a tree with you, shower together, eat together, just sit and stare in each other eyes without saying anything. your presence alone will keep him in love

he knows games like chess, and is a bookworm, so he will keep you entertained 24/7 when you two are bored

he is a bit jealous, he is not that kind of dude to go into a fight just because someone looked at you or do something crazy..he won't use his fists, he is mature, not a kid (just a reminder that he is 20, not a jealous 16 yrs old)

he will ACTUALLY try to be better for you, he is depressed and insecure, but like any healthy relationship — both of you will benefit and learn good, new habits from each other and improve yourselves!

he will let you steal his clothes and will absolutely love it when his scent is on you

idk if this is mentioned in game, but i think he is more likely to share food! he will even let you finish the whole meal and then you realize he didn't even eat

he doesn't fucking care how you look, curvy or not, pretty or not, this man will basically love you for your approach and personality, love you because you are his safe place not his sexy wife material!(i don't mean he won't appreciate your beauty, but beauty in general? not a main standard, he can still love you even if you are not —but you are, i believe everyone is beautiful🫶🏻)

he is not scared or ashamed of showing his love in public! he will cuddle, kiss, hold hands, lean on you, do anything lovely or affectionate in front of people

he is so intelligent and smart, he can plan cleverly and does things..a lot of his behavior are made with logical and rational assessment, even if he seems dull, uninterested, or asleep all the time

He doesn’t live in illusions. He knows his strengths and limits and doesn’t try to fake anything. His realism may come off as cynical, but it keeps him mentally grounded and resilient to disappointment

Even in his laziness, he’s magnetic. He has a commanding presence and a calmness that hints at power. This type of charisma can be both comforting and intimidating depending on who’s facing him

Though he's a bottled-up, explosive type, he rarely actually erupts. He’s able to suppress his emotions and endure pressure—a sign of strong psychological restraint

He doesn’t follow others blindly or care to fit in. His self-driven mindset makes him mentally sturdy, even when the world pushes against him

He doesn’t sugarcoat things to himself. If he’s bitter, he knows it. If he’s angry, he accepts it. This self-awareness shields him from inner contradictions that often lead to mental strain

Despite his rebellious streak, he knows how to act according to the situation. He can retreat when it’s smart or strike when needed. This kind of psychological flexibility is rare, especially in strong personalities

Though he pretends not to care, he quietly respects and protects those he values (like Ruggie and his dorm members). His loyalty is subtle, but real—rooted in depth rather than words.

Leona knows who he is. His feelings about being the "second-born," his view of the royal system, and his inner conflicts all contribute to a solid, stable identity despite his insecurities and mental situation

Though he mocks others, he genuinely respects competence. He may envy someone’s strength, but he doesn’t deny it. This shows a quiet sense of fairness and appreciation for true merit

Leona has experienced emotional maturity—but the harsh kind. He doesn’t live in idealism. He expects no fairness or mercy from the world. This early maturity led him to abandon dreams, but not understanding. He reads emotions clearly, but often chooses to detach rather than engage

His laughter is never pure. He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities.His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrations

Leona is hyperaware of unfairness, especially in systems of rank, power, or bloodline. His resentment toward the throne isn’t just jealousy—it’s the ache of being "second best" no matter how capable he is. This gives him a rare emotional depth—he understands injustice profoundly, and even empathizes (secretly) with others who are overlooked.

Though he acts indifferent, Leona hates being less than excellent. Sometimes, he self-sabotages, but deep down there’s always that voice whispering: "If I were first, I’d do it better." This internal tug-of-war between perfectionism and resignation fuels his ongoing frustration and will always keep trying to be better and seek your (and secretly others) approval

He didn’t become Savanaclaw's dorm leader by accident. Leona possesses natural leadership instincts: he commands order, earns respect, and maintains control. If not for his bitterness toward the idea of kingship, he could’ve become a truly great ruler

peacefulLeona loves the sun, silence, and lying in places. This isn’t just laziness—it’s a genuine desire for inner calm, for a world without pressure or comparison. There’s a quiet poet in him, one who seeks peace more than praise

He doesn’t trust easily. He rarely opens up. But this is measured caution, not coldness. He chooses his inner circle with precision—and when someone does earn his trust, the connection runs deep

He may act like he doesn't care, but Leona very much watches over those he deems “his pack.” If someone messes with someone he respects or cares about—good luck to them

He doesn’t pick on the weak for no reason. If someone’s in trouble and not deserving of it, Leona’s likely to step in—even if silently

He doesn’t need to bark orders. People follow him because he carries authority effortlessly. He’s the kind of leader others naturally look to during chaos

He doesn’t live in illusions. He knows his strengths and limits and doesn’t try to fake anything. His realism may come off as cynical, but it keeps him mentally grounded and resilient to disappointment

Even in his laziness, he’s magnetic. He has a commanding presence and a calmness that hints at power. This type of charisma can be both comforting and intimidating depending on who’s facing him

Though he's a bottled-up, explosive type, he rarely actually erupts. He’s able to suppress his emotions and endure pressure—a sign of strong psychological restraint

He doesn’t follow others blindly or care to fit in. His self-driven mindset makes him mentally sturdy, even when the world pushes against him

He doesn’t sugarcoat things to himself. If he’s bitter, he knows it. If he’s angry, he accepts it. This self-awareness shields him from inner contradictions that often lead to mental strain

Despite his rebellious streak, he knows how to act according to the situation. He can retreat when it’s smart or strike when needed. This kind of psychological flexibility is rare, especially in strong personalities

Though he pretends not to care, he quietly respects and protects those he values (like Ruggie and his dorm members). His loyalty is subtle, but real—rooted in depth rather than words.

Leona knows who he is. His feelings about being the "second-born," his view of the royal system, and his inner conflicts all contribute to a solid, stable identity. This self-definition gives him unshakable confidence

Though he mocks others, he genuinely respects competence. He may envy someone’s strength, but he doesn’t deny it. This shows a quiet sense of fairness and appreciation for true merit.Leona has experienced emotional maturity—but the harsh kind.

He doesn’t live in idealism. He expects no fairness or mercy from the world.This early maturity led him to abandon dreams, but not understanding.He reads emotions clearly, but often chooses to detach rather than engage.His laughter is never pure.

He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities.His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrations

His laughter is never pure. He mocks, he teases, and turns serious moments into biting sarcasm. But this is how he deals with life’s absurdities

His humor is a shield—a way to dull the pain and vent his silent frustrationsLeona is hyperaware of unfairness, especially in systems of rank, power, or bloodline

His resentment toward the throne isn’t just jealousy—it’s the ache of being "second best" no matter how capable he is.This gives him a rare emotional depth—he understands injustice profoundly, and even empathizes (secretly) with others who are overlooked.Though he acts indifferent, Leona hates being less than excellent

Sometimes, he self-sabotages, but deep down there’s always that voice whispering, "If I were first, I’d do it better."This internal tug-of-war between perfectionism and resignation fuels his ongoing frustration

He didn’t become Savanaclaw's dorm leader by accident. Leona possesses natural leadership instincts: he commands order, earns respect, and maintains control.If not for his bitterness toward the idea of kingship, he could’ve become a truly great ruler

he really appreciate peaceful places.This isn’t just laziness—it’s a genuine desire for inner calm, for a world without pressure or comparison.There’s a quiet poet in him, one who seeks peace more than praise.

Leona loves the sun, silence, and lying in. He doesn’t trust easily. He rarely opens up.But this is measured caution, not coldness.

He chooses his inner circle with precision—and when someone does earn his trust, the connection runs deep.He may act like he doesn't care, but Leona very much watches over those he deems “his pack.” If someone messes with someone he respects or cares about—good luck to them.

He doesn’t pick on the weak for no reason. If someone’s in trouble and not deserving of it, Leona’s likely to step in—even if silently.

He doesn’t need to bark orders. People follow him because he carries authority effortlessly. He’s the kind of leader others naturally look to during chaos.

His sarcasm, while biting, often breaks tension in a group. His dry humor and blunt honesty can snap others out of spiraling emotions.

You don’t have to pretend around him. In fact, he hates fake people. That makes him a refreshing presence in a world full of masks.

He may not baby people, but he pushes them to grow. Think tough love. He believes in potential and won’t tolerate you wasting it

He acts like he’s not paying attention, but he hears everything. He’s just selective about what he responds to.

He knows when to speak, when to stay quiet, and how to manipulate social settings to his benefit. He can be a powerful ally in political or group games.

Can Be Playfully Teasing (in a Flirty or Older-Brother Way) When in a good mood, he’s actually fun. He teases others in a way that builds camaraderie (especially if he likes you)

He relates to being overlooked or misunderstood. If he sees that in someone else, he’s more likely to defend them—silently, but strongly.

He’s socially aware enough to know when someone’s lying, manipulating, or just insecure. And while he won’t always call it out, he keeps track

He complains. He sighs. He grumbles. But if you need something—resources, help, advice—he’ll give it. Just don’t expect him to admit he cares

He acts annoyed, but younger students often look up to him. He mentors (grudgingly), and they trust his strength and clarity in messy situations.

He might roast you when you're being dramatic or annoying, but if you're truly suffering, he won't make it worse. He might even help... secretly.

He’s literally known for being one of the best strategists in NRC. Chessboard thinking? That’s his playground. Long-term planning? He’s already on it.

In combat scenarios, Leona doesn’t just rely on brute force—he reads the opponent, sets traps, uses terrain, and plays the long game.

He’s the type who could lead an army with minimal casualties—not because he’s soft, but because he calculates everything with precision.

He breaks down problems quickly, often seeing the flaws and strengths in a system or idea within minutes

He’s not easily fooled by appearances or sweet words—he catches subtext, ulterior motives, and inconsistencies without needing to be told

When he does participate in academics, his answers are terrifyingly well-informed. He understands magic on a theoretical and practical level

If something interests him—or benefits him—he learns it fast. He doesn’t need repetition. Just one explanation, and boom: he’s got it.

He doesn’t rely on traditional solutions. He improvises, thinks laterally, and finds unexpected ways out of sticky situations.

His brain works better under pressure. While others panic, Leona gets quieter, sharper, and deadlier. That’s intellectual control.

He has a deep grasp of politics, social hierarchy, and systemic oppression—he doesn’t just survive in them, he understands how to play them.

When he does talk seriously, every word hits hard. He’s eloquent in a cutting, elegant, minimalistic way—proof of a disciplined mind

Coming from royalty, it’s implied he knows more than one language—another sign of his well-rounded education and elite mind

As second prince, he was raised among scholars and political figures. He knows the histories of his kingdom and others, even if he doesn’t flaunt it.

He doesn’t waste energy. Some people rush into action to prove intelligence; Leona waits, watches, and then strikes smart.

His worldview might be jaded, but it’s deeply rooted in realistic analysis. He sees the world as it is, not how it should be—and that’s intellectual maturity.Leon

's got that athletic-lion frame—broad shoulders, lean muscle, strong arms, and a toned core. He’s not bulky, but efficient and defined. Like a jungle king sculpted for dominance.

His thick, long, dark brown hair has a lion's mane quality—voluminous, untamed, and regal. It’s a symbol of power and a total hair envy moment.

That sun-kissed skin radiates warmth and royalty — i really hate those redesigning posts in wich artists blackwash or whitewash him, that dude is so pretty and perfect. why do you change him??

His eyes aren’t just pretty—they slice. Sharp, intelligent, observant—they can be teasing, deadly, or warm, depending on who’s looking

Leona doesn’t just walk—he glides. Every move is fluid, controlled, and balanced. His body awareness is animalistic in its elegance

Let’s not forget those subtly sharp teeth. When he smirks, it’s dangerous. When he grins wide? Predatory. Hot.

As a beastman with lion DNA, his lower body strength is no joke. He’s quick, can leap far, and has that crouch-ready spring energy when he moves.

His default expression is unreadable with a hint of contempt—which makes people respectfully scared and also kinda obsessed.

His voice? Low. Calm. Effortlessly commanding

He leans back in chairs, lounges like a king who knows no one can touch him, and it somehow works.Effortless power pose, always.

Big, veined, capable hands. You just know he can snap someone’s wand or braid your hair—both, with the same fingers

He’s never twitchy, never awkward. Every move is calculated or slow, giving him that aura of absolute composure.

He might act lazy, but the man can FIGHT. He’s built for it. Fast reflexes, strength, and endurance are all baked into his frame.

Defined jaw, slanted eyes, sculpted nose—his face is literally sharp in a modelesque, feral way. Like he walked out of an ancient mural.

His tail isn’t just cute—it’s expressive, powerful, and adds to his animal-like grace. Bonus: It moves when he’s emotional, giving him an accidental tell

He doesn’t over-express, but when he does lift an eyebrow, narrow his eyes, or smirk? You feel it in your soul

i headcanon beastmen have stronger natural scents. Leona probably smells earthy, sun-warmed, maybe a little spicy—dangerously comforting. I really don't understand (and will never accept) thqt leona stinks, over my dead body

His wardrobe—sleeveless, low-cut, golden accessories, flowing scarves—enhances every physical trait. It screams royalty, heat, and confidence, all at once

Leona doesn’t need constant noise or stimulation. He can sit in silence for hours, comfortable in his own head. That kind of internal stillness is rare—and deeply spiritual.

He may not follow society’s rules, but he does follow a personal code. He believes in fairness, loyalty, strength, and truth—even if he doesn’t advertise it. That internal compass? That’s sacred ground

This man respects sleep like it’s a religion. And honestly? That’s self-care royalty behavior. He knows when to rest, unplug, and recover

Leona doesn’t waste energy on things that don’t matter. If it’s not necessary, helpful, or respectful to him, he’s not doing it. Efficiency king

instead of being everywhere, all the time, Leona chooses who he gives his presence to. His social battery isn’t drained because he manages it like a pro.

No pretending. No fakery. No smiling because it’s polite. He is genuinely himself 24/7, and it’s wildly liberating.

His dorm, his spaces, his vibe—it’s quiet, earthy, calm. He curates a chill environment, which reflects his inner need for stillness

soft beds, warm sunbeams, delicious food—he doesn’t deprive himself or punish his body. He treats comfort as a right, not a luxury.

he doesn’t overcomplicate his routines. He keeps his look simple but sharp, his habits minimal but meaningful. That’s elite living

No, he’s not helping you with your homework at 2 a.m unless you are really close to him. No, he won’t attend a meeting just because you asked. His time? Sacred

He doesn’t need ten people’s opinions. He trusts his instincts and moves forward. That kind of self-reliance is freeing

Leona doesn’t fear being alone—he thrives in it. He reflects, rests, and recharges solo, proving he has a strong, independent core.

Yes, he’s a prince. But you don’t see him rubbing it in people’s faces. His lifestyle is chill, grounded, and never performative.

Leona doesn’t rush. He moves slowly, lives slowly, eats slowly. His lifestyle is mindful, not frenzied—and that’s deeply powerful.

His room might look messy, his schedule might seem weird, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. His life is chaos-coded with precision.

Leona sleeps when he’s tired, eats when he’s hungry, works when he’s motivated. He doesn’t override his body—he coexists with it.

Some people panic without noise or productivity. Leona? He’ll nap in silence for hours. He’s at peace with stillness, which is rare.

Above all, Leona’s lifestyle is unapologetically his own. Every habit, every pattern, every lazy afternoon in the sun? It’s for him. And that’s a powerful, deeply positive way to live

He doesn’t need flashy tools or endless support. Give him a little, and he’ll do a lot. He’s survival-level smart.

He’s not one for long lectures, but when he steps in, he shows you how it’s done. He leads by example, not fluff.

Leona knows what he can and can’t do, and that means he doesn’t waste time chasing impractical goals. He works smarter, not harder.

He doesn’t micromanage—he delegates. He sees what others are good at and plugs them into the plan like puzzle piecesDrop him into a new place, new problem, new crew? He’ll adjust in seconds and still be the sharpest guy in the room.

He doesn’t chase instant gratification (unless it’s a nap). When it matters, he’ll play the long game to win the war, not just a battle.

Possibly the most practical trait of all—he doesn’t throw himself at lost causes. If something’s beyond saving, he walks. No guilt, no second-guessing

Leona doesn’t think straight—he thinks sideways. He’ll solve a problem in a way you didn’t even consider existed. It’s not just smart—it’s creative genius.

His magic isn’t just powerful—it’s versatile. He bends spells to fit scenarios like a seasoned tactician, not just a textbook nerd

Whether it’s Spell Drive or power dynamics, Leona treats every situation like a chess board. But he plays in 3D. That’s artistic warfare

He sees patterns in politics, systems, people—and imagines new possibilities. He knows what could be, not just what is

His snark is intentional. He uses sarcasm and teasing to disarm, confuse, or humble others without aggression. That’s clever emotional play.

Born as a prince, Leona received a high-level, well-rounded education—politics, diplomacy, war theory, etiquette, law, literature. He's basically been groomed to rule since diapers

He probably knows a ton about his kingdom’s history, traditions, and spiritual beliefs. A walking cultural archive with a snarl.

Leona doesn't just memorize facts—he applies them. His magic isn’t showy—it’s effective, smart

What he doesn’t learn formally, he teaches himself. If something catches his curiosity (plants, sandstorms, ancient texts, war beasts?), he dives deep

he can drive, he will take you out whenever and wherever you want! you can go and chill outside or even ask for fun things to do — Like drifting or teaching you how to drive!

Leona’s no clueless rich kid. He understands how money works: savings, investments, budgeting. He’s not just rich—he’s smart about it

He grew up as second prince, constantly overlooked. That probably taught him to never take resources for granted—even if he has plenty

Leona doesn't waste money. If he's spending, it's for something high-value: something useful, effective, or something that brings long-term benefit

He’s minimalist. No obsession with material clutter. That means more saved cash, less frivolous spending

He’s not showy, but if someone needs financial help and earns his respect, he’ll offer it—no strings, no pity, no announcements. but in secret..like when you randomly find money in your room without knowing where it came from

Leona doesn't fall for sob stories or guilt traps. He’s generous with sense. He protects his wealth from manipulators or fake friends

He’s not a gambler. He calculates outcomes before committing financially—be it in business, alliances, or literal spending

Need to survive on a tight allowance or organize a supply plan for a team? Leona can budget down to the decimal

He doesn’t wear diamonds on his face to prove a point. His wealth is quiet confidence, not loud noise. That’s powerful restraint

Let’s be real: Leona has a mental ledger. If you owe him money—or a favor—he remembers. And he collects

Leona controls his wealth—it doesn’t control him. He doesn’t tie his identity to status symbols or numbers in a vault. That emotional detachment keeps his decisions clean and sharp

He always knows when you’re upset—even before you realize it yourself. He doesn’t press, but he gives space and presence in perfect balance

If you’re easily flustered? Good luck. Leona thrives off teasing—especially when it makes you blush or snap at him. But it’s all with that lazy, fond smirk that says “you’re mine and I love watching you squirm."

You’re stressed? He’ll fix it. Someone upset you? They’re on his list. You need rest? He’ll drag you into bed and put you to sleep on his chest like you’re royalty

You want to work? Travel? Follow your dreams? He’s your biggest supporter—silently investing in your freedom, not caging it

as a husband — Leona doesn’t blow up unless you really push him. He listens more than he reacts, and when he does argue—it’s direct, honest, and aimed at growth. Not drama

Marriage isn’t a game to Leona. It’s a vow. He won’t walk out after one fight. He’ll stay, even when it’s hard, because you’re his pride now

He might not be the loudest dad in the park, but his kids know he sees them, hears them, and values their every word—even when they’re annoying him mid-nap (he actually enjoys it and will pull them into a hug)

His parenting style is half-roast, half-praise. He’ll call the kid “brat” one second and give him the last slice of pie the next

He teaches his kids how to stand tall. Not just physically, but mentally. “Don’t let anyone make you feel small—even me.”

Someone bullies his child? Leona’s at the school before you even finish your sentence. No mercy

He doesn’t say “because I said so.” He explains why things matter. He raises thinkers, not robots

He pretends he hates it. But his voice goes low and warm as he tells stories of old kings, brave beasts, and clever lions. His tail swishes slow, his arms cradle, and his pride glows when he sees his child safe and sleeping

i don't know...but i think if he had 2 kids he will be so protective and careful with the younger one, he will try to not repeat his own trauma and past with his baby. he will always treat the siblings with equality

he doesn't care about family traditions and would definitely marry you even if everyone said no

temporal leona — Your favorite drink? The exact look you gave him the first time you laughed at his sarcasm? His kid’s first tumble? Locked in his mind like sacred gold. He may not show it—but he remembers

He collects memories like quiet trophies. He won’t have a thousand photos on the wall—but there’ll be one pressed flower from a date, one old toy on a shelf, one scratch on his staff he refuses to polish. They’re all yours.

He doesn’t take you out every weekend—but when he does, it’s a meaningful place. A “first met here,” or “you said you liked stars that one time” kind of spot

Being around him feels like time slows. Like the stress fades, the world hushes, and you can just be. Naps with him aren’t just naps—they’re soul resets

He doesn’t talk much, but he sees it all: the way you got bolder this year. How the kid stopped stumbling when they run. And he’s so proud—you can see it in his tail’s slow flick and half-smirk

Once he’s over it—he’s over it. He doesn’t hold petty grudges with you or his kids. He’s here to build, not to fester

Some of the best moments with him don’t involve talking. Just lying under the stars, feeling his tail curl against your leg, his heartbeat syncing with yours

He’s a surprise memory-keeper. One day you’ll find out he kept a box under his bed: your first love note, a drawing your kid made, a broken charm from that one vacation. He never told you. He just kept them

He’s not haunted—he’s seasoned. He’ll tell his kid stories of his wild school days with a grin, then teach them how to do better. Always looking ahead

Your anniversary? The date his child learned to walk? The day you wore that one outfit and he couldn’t look away? He’ll never forget. Even if he plays like he did

No big speeches. No grand declarations. But the way he fixes your blanket at night, or massages your hand when arthritis sets in… that’s him saying: “I’ll be here. Every year. Every wrinkle. Every sigh. Until the end.”

if you see anyone asking you why you love leona, just send them this🙏🏻my hand broke and my brain broke more writing this shit

i fucking love leona ⏤͟͟͞͞★

𓏲̣̇. Thanks For Reading! ⏤͟͟͞͞★

[couriers-of-the-grove]

[There is a letter on Happy's doorstep. The outside of the letter is a slightly-yellow white. Its clearly not from age, but it seems more akin to an intentional choice. There is a red and gold swirled wax stamp, it has a horseshoe and a broken heart inside of it. The name Happy is written on the front of it in black ink.]

Dear Happy,

I suppose we've never met before, but howdy! This is King, the eloquent god, I hope you've been well. Hector has told me oh so much about you, perhaps one day Ill be able to meet ya myself!

How has hector been doing? He'll swing by my domain every now and again, but I'm positive he ain't fully honest with me, and between you and me, I worry about him terribly. He'll pretend all he wants that he's fine, that he has forgiven himself over the rift event, but he can't hide from me as much as he would like to. He thinks he ain't deserving of love.

Make sure he's loved for me, okay? Tell that old man that all of the gods love him too!

Love, King. [[@kingoquent <3]]

Happy picks up the letter, reads it, and sighs.

He didn’t think King would personally address him, but She is a god. A god who, by pure happenstance, used to be close friends with Happy’s mentor.

Of course She would reach out to him, to ask how Hector has been doing.

He turns to walk back into his house. His phone buzzes. An alarm: Hector is expecting him soon. 

Happy pulls on his jacket, unlocks the lock on his bike, and begins the ride to the Cove with King’s letter on his mind. He has plenty of time to think. It’s a long ride from BuzzHuzz.

-

KING,

Thank you for writing this letter. I very greatly appreciate the time. You must be very busy as a new god, so I will try not to waste too much of it. 

As such, I will be blunt:

Hector is lying to you.

He is lying to everyone in the Grove. 

Nothing near as bad as when he nearly opened the Rift. But he is lying. 

He doesn’t do it out of malice. He doesn’t do it out of rage or jealousy. 

He doesn’t want you to pity him. He doesn’t feel like he deserves pity, or sympathy, or anything other than the deepest depths of the Drain. I have been trying to convince him otherwise. 

-

The Cove has a slight drizzle overhead. Perfect for biking, if Happy enjoyed being cold and wet and having his hair drenched. 

He grunts, to himself, while he locates Hector’s van and lifts his bike onto the hooks mounted to the side of the vehicle. 

When he knocks at the door, there is no answer. He lets himself in (thanks to a spare key) to find Hector, asleep on his couch. Best not to disturb him, then.

Happy makes himself comfortable at Hector’s desk, pulls out a piece of paper and a teal pen, and begins to write, King’s letter still next to him.

-

While I care deeply for him, I don’t know how much I can do by myself. There are things happening in his mind that not even I can comprehend. 

I can say this much: he seems a touch happier when I am around. This is genuine. I have heard him laugh, and I have seen him smile, and I have seen him get so excited that he falls over while still in his desk chair. He is healing, but it is very, very slow. He is slowly regaining his energy, even if he spends it all so very quickly. 

He simply falls victim to twisted logic very often. Maybe his brain is wired this way. Maybe I can help un-twist it.

The good days are good.

The bad days are

-

Hector is suddenly top-of-his-lungs screaming behind Happy, clawing at the air and begging something to leave him alone. He shoves himself up from the cushions of his couch, red and blue eyes darting absently yet fearfully around the van, wheezing and coughing and choking on his own tears. 

Happy’s seen this before, even though it still startled him into dropping his pen. He knows what to do.

-

Hector has night terrors, sometimes. He refuses to talk about them, but sometimes he wakes from naps or in the morning screaming and crying. 

I think know he is more stressed than he lets on. I don’t pressure him to speak about it. But it would do him good. I don’t think he wants me to worry about him. I don’t know what he is so scared of, but he flinches whenever someone mentions Inspekta, and starts to glance around like he’s being hunted. 

Again, I don’t ask. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about it. 

I do my best to be a comfort for him on bad days. As little as it does when he is deep in the throes of panic and terror, I think it grounds him and helps him come back to reality.

I do love him, very much so. He is my mentor, and he is part of my family. I try to tell him often. Sometimes he doesn’t believe me. He smiles at me and thanks me anyway. He hasn’t returned it, but I don’t expect him to. I know he cares about me.

I think he is trying to be okay for me, as much as he lies about being more okay than he is. Hoping I can convince him to stay longer when he delivers notes and messages to you. It would help him very much. Be sure you don’t overwork yourself also.

Thank you,

Barley Longstream

-

Happy sighs again and glances back to Hector. His shoulders don’t lurch, and he doesn’t cough. He’s finally breathing normally again. Happy halfway turns around to place one arm around the old man’s shoulders, and Hector shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, behind a pained sob and a raw throat, muffled by his palms. Happy can tell he doesn’t raise his voice much anymore. He furrows his brows, takes a breath, huffs.

“It’s okay,” whispers Happy in his weak little voice, leaning down to Hector’s ear, and he flinches away at the display of trust. 

Happy hopes that this will be enough, for today. Maybe he should let Hector rest and do the mail himself. If Hector will let him.

[layover-linux-official]

Write One to Throw Away?

If you're in the software industry for long enough, you'll hear this advice eventually. There's an infamous Catch-22 to writing code:

You don't deeply understand the problem (or its solution space) until you've written a solution.

The first solution you write will have none of that hindsight to help you.

So it naturally shakes out that you have to write it at least one time before you can write it well, unless you're stricken with exceptional luck. And the minimum number of attempts you will need is two: one to throw away, and a second attempt to keep.

It's just math. It's just logic. Write one to throw away. It's got the world's easiest proof. You'd have to be some kind of idiot to argue with it!

Okay, hear me out...

As you work on bigger and older projects, you will continuously be confronted with a real-world reality: that requirements are an input that never stops changing. You can make the right tool for the job today, but the job will change tomorrow. Is your pride and joy still the right tool?

If you're like most developers, your first stage of grief will be denial. Surely, if we just anticipate all the futures that could possibly happen, we can write code that's ready to be extended in any possible direction later! We're basically wizards, after all - this feels like it should work.

So you try it. You briefly feel safe in the corrosive sandstorm of time. Your code feels future proof, right up until the future arrives with a demand you didn't anticipate, which is actually so much harder to write thanks to your premature abstractions. Welcome to the anger stage. The YAGNI acronym (you ain't gonna need it) finally registers in your brain for what it is - a bitter pill, hard-won but true.

But we're wizards! We bargain with our interpreters and parsers and borrow checkers. Surely we can make our software immortal with the right burnt offerings. We can use TDD! Oops, now our tests are their own giant maintenance burden locking us into inflexible implementation decisions. Static analysis and refactoring tooling! Huh, well that made life support easier, but couldn't fix fundamental problems of approach, architecture and design (many of which only came into existence when the requirements changed).

As the sun rises and sets on entire ISAs, the cold gloom eventually sets in. There is no such thing as immortal software. Even the software that appears immortal is usually a vortex of continuous human labor and editing. The Linux kernel is constantly dying by pieces and being reborn in equal or greater measure - it feels great to get a patch merged, but your name might not be in the git blame at all in 2 years time.

I want to talk about what happens when your head suddenly jumps up in astonished clarity and you finally accept and embrace that fact: holy shit, there is no immortal software!

Silicon is sand

... and we're in the mandala business, baby.

I advocate that you write every copy to be thrown away. Every single one. I'm not kidding.

Maybe it'll be good enough (read adequacy, not perfection) that you never end up needing to replace your code in practice. Maybe you'll replace it every couple years as your traffic scales. But the only sure thing in life is that your code will have an expiration date, and every choice you make in acknowledgement of that mortality will make your life better.

People are often hesitant to throw out working code because it represents years of accumulated knowledge in real-world use. You'd have to be a fool to waste that knowledge, right? Okay. Do your comments actually instruct the reader about these lessons? Does secondary documentation explain why decisions were made, not just what those decisions were? Are you linking to an issue tracker (that's still accessible to your team)? If you're not answering yes to these type of questions, you have no knowledge in your code. It is a black hole that consumed and irreparably transformed knowledge for ten years. It is one of the worst liabilities you could possibly have. Don't be proud of that ship! You'll have nowhere to go when it sinks, and you'll go down with it.

When you write code with the future rewriter - not merely maintainer - in mind, you'll find it doesn't need to be replaced as often. That sounds ironic, and it is, but it's also true. Your code will be educational enough for onboarding new people (who would rewrite what they don't understand anyways). It will document its own assumptions (so you can tell when you need a full rewrite, or just something partial that feels more like a modification). It will provide a more useful guiding light for component size than any "do one thing well" handwave. And when the day finally comes, when a rewrite is truly necessary, you'll have all the knowledge you need to do it. In the meantime, you've given yourself permission to shit out something sloppy that might never need replacing, but will teach you a lot about the problem domain.

This is independent of things like test suite methodology, but it does provide a useful seive for thinking about which tests you do and don't want. The right tests will improve your mobility! The wrong tests will set your feet in cement. "Does this make a rewrite easier?" is a very good, very concrete heuristic for telling the two apart.

Sorry for long-posting, btw. I used this space to work through some hazy ideas and sharpen them for myself, particularly because I'm looking at getting into language design and implementation in the near future. Maybe at some future date, I'll rewrite it shorter and clearer.

TL,DR:

Every LOC you write will probably eventually be disposed or replaced. Optimize for that, and achieve Zen.

[anunkindncss]

How do you overcome writer's block?

How do I overcome it? I don’t always fight it, not at first. Sometimes it ain’t a battle, it’s a message. Trash Dad’s golden rule? “If the words won’t come, listen to the silence.”

Here’s what I actually do:

1. Stop forcing the wrong scene.

Nine times outta ten, I’m blocked because I’m trying to write something my heart ain’t in. Maybe it’s not time for that scene yet. Maybe I’m missing a piece of emotional logic. I let the characters tell me what they would say instead of what I want them to say.

2. Write something small. Stupid. Soft.

I’ll write a drabble. A headcanon. A fake text thread. A quiet moment like brushing their teeth or folding laundry. Nothing plot-heavy, just presence. Remind yourself the character’s still alive.

3. Change the setting. Literally.

Get your ass outta the same seat you’ve been slumped in for three hours. Walk, shower, people-watch at a cafe. Do something physical so your brain has time to unclench. Movement breeds momentum.

4. Read something beautiful.

Not out of pressure. Out of love. Find the words that once made you jealous and inspired all at once. The stuff that made you want to write in the first place. Let them refill the well.

5. Talk to someone who gets it.

Sometimes I need to scream into the void (or a friend’s inbox) about how the character won’t talk to me. Just putting their name out into the universe, talking it out, often cracks something open.

And if none of that works? Forgive yourself. The muse ain't a machine. She’s a ghost. And ghosts come back when they’re good and ready.

[ac-liveblogs]

"What did the abyss order accomplish beyond generally attacking the city" watch my brain blank in real time bc YOU'RE RIGHT???? gosh I'm SO used to thinking of Mondtadt as the only city in which the abyss does ANYTHING (before natlan but I haven't played that yet lol) that I completely forgot to think and realise there actually ...wasn't any perceived endgame for What the abyss was doing in mond....... they just want the city very badly see, they tried to uhhhh invade it in diluc's quest, and wanted to keep TWO of its gods to themselves, and specifically fuck up their statue, anddd. A book. For some reason.

Maybe the Abyss specifically has beef w Mondstadt bc they're jealous. Mondtadt is as close as it gets to Khaenriah under the eyes of the heavens, after all...

Talking about tutorials, that reminds me—would there be a way to sneak in an explanation for some of the terminology? Bc in the original chinese "visions" and "gnosis" are literally "eye-of-god" and "heart-of-god", and "genshin" are the allogenes (vision bearers) and it just baffles me that in a game with So Much Flipping dialogue they couldn't sneak in an explanation somewhere? There is so much stuff that comes up that has to do with this! ("the gods will LOOK upon you with favour", Scaramouche's whole plot about his HEART). They've been adding little text clarifications whenever they're referring to previous lore in other words (e.g. "higher power" ^^Istaroth) but they really should have explained some basic terminology man. Maybe something like what venti said in the comic about his lire. "Der Himmel, or The Heavens in common tongue" "Visions, which in days of old were called Eyes of Heaven" or something like that.

Also! I forgor to add Ursa the Drake amongst the contradictory stuff akdkdhd are you getting rid of it? Substituting it with a more plot-relevant monster that ain't bonkers to STILL be alive?

"What did the abyss order accomplish beyond generally attacking the city" watch my brain blank in real time bc YOU'RE RIGHT????

😎 THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR

But no really, trying to logic chain together the stuff that happens in Mondstadt and (especially) Liyue is an exercise in sheer masochism. I have no idea what the Abyss Order is even up to until the Loom of Fate thing (the upside down statue? mechanical god? the thing with andrius? eh?) In retrospect it kind of just seems like HYV needed them to be doing SOMETHING but had nothing for them to do, so it just gave them some vaguely 'unsettling' goals that didn't go anywhere…

There's presumably something deeper going on with Venti in canon (something something hexenzirkel), or at least one would hope, but I don't have much use for the rest of it so.

Genshin (and Star Rail's!) habit of just THROWING WORDS AT YOU and not explaining is INFURIATING given how much they overexplain a bunch of other things! But I hadn't been thinking about clarifying their original meanings, I'd been more focused on expanding/explaining their narrative role... but I do agree, the changes are misleading (Delusions from 'Evil Eye' too, geh. The amount of ??? changes in the localisation... which likes to go 'highlight>right click>thesaurus' as often as possible anyway...)

Can you believe I totally forgot that they were called 'magical organs', not foci, and Gnosis was 'Heart of God' when I made the Pyro Gnosis Lumine's heart? Totally unrelated! And, thinking on the Third Descender's Fate, the original names make waaay more sense.

now i'm imagining a 'hey they said the name of the game' moment. this truly was our genshin impact

Theoretically, no issue in assuming things get clarified more? I don't think I'm ever going to be scripting this (realistic assessment of my own abilities) I ran into the thought that... the first three party members don't really use Visions, even Xiao's is mostly just for show. And Diluc hasn't reclaimed his yet, he's using his Delusion. I was going to bring up Visions in the context of Lumine... not having one, and Venti suggesting she get a fake one to avoid complications. Discussion of this stuff should come up in canon as we learn more about them/Celestia's goals in general. I don't think the Archons actually know that much about why Celestia wants them handed out, or at least Venti, Nahida and Furina/Focalors definitely don't.

Re; Ursa the Drake… for the purposes of Diluc's backstory it probably doesn't matter what kills Crepus. It just needs to be stupid strong. If its a monster that's been around awhile and the Fatui can take advantage of it for their own political goals, maybe it's one of Gold's stronger creations, and Dottore's been experimenting on things like them for awhile. I wanted to have more of them wandering around the overworld anyway.

(don't… don't get me started on the chain of events around crepus' death. it was ursa, but the fatui arranged it with a… metal bug tracker thing? huh? genshin, explain? the fatui can influence OP ancient dragons to attack people explain please genshin?)

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #90

I'm not really sure what to write to you about today. I think I might have overextended myself in recent days, and once more I'm finding that my brain feels like soup. The sense of not really belonging in this place is hitting me kinda hard today, I guess. Suppose you would know a lot about what that's like.

Truth is, I struggle often enough with the way I perceive the world around me. I do it weirdly (much like how I do literally everything else... sigh...). I'm not gonna bother to articulate how, though; I doubt you'd be interested anyway. Fact remains that there ain't a whole lot of folks I can talk to about it; even if I could, most wouldn't understand, so why bother. Suppose it is what it is though; no sense in bellyaching. I just wish that it was a thing that could be measured, recorded, corroborated. Something that could be rationalized, explained, made logical. My mind tends to despise uncertainties; it likes everything to be concretized and nailed down.

…Ah well.

Like yesterday, today was busy, and also painful, thanks to Physical Therapy. There's weird stuff going on with the right side of my jaw, and the muscles holding it together needed to be mashed up with metal implements. I guess I'm gonna need braces sooner rather than later, because I really needed braces as a kid, but I didn't get 'em, and now my bite is all messed up, which means now my jaw is all messed up, and having the jaw messed up pulls on the neck, which then pulls on the ribs, and my ribs being weird is why I've been dealing with limited ability to use my right arm for the last almost two years to begin with, but I hesitate to get it fixed because braces cost a LOT of money, and I think most insurances won't cover the cost of it this late in life, so… it's a mess.

My whole existence is kind of a mess in a variety of respects, and… ya know. Sometimes I'm not sure why I bother persisting when all of it seems kind of like a farce; I live in a defective body on a dying planet where everyone is so traumatized that lots of 'em believe that killing each other is the answer to all their problems. Sometimes I just... don't wanna. Waking up in the morning in a world where there is no ethical way to maintain the integrity of my physical vessel seems like a chore.

…But then I remember that there are people who like having me around, even if I can't understand why most of the time. So I gotta believe that something good might come of my derping around on this mossy wet rock hurtling through space, even if I don't yet know what it is.

You ever get the feeling like there's something you're supposed to be doing, but you have no idea what it is, and you're running out of time? Feels like that almost constantly for me. If you know what that's like and know how to deal with it, lemme know, willya? I could use some pointers.

In the meantime… there's some stuff I've been meaning to learn how to do. I'm not gonna tell you what it is just yet, because it would ruin the surprise. But I hope the results will be good, if I can stop being intimidated long enough to get the gumption.

Anyway… Sephiroth. My brain continues to be soup. I think if I keep going, I'm just gonna keep rambling. I'm tired, but… I wanted to write anyway, because you're worth others' effort, even when they're feeling weird. But it's time to stop for today, because I'm having trouble staying on topic and stringing cohesive ideas together.

Please stay safe out there, okay? I don't wanna endure your absence, just like the folks who love me don't wanna endure mine. So let's both keep trying our best to keep our chins up and our eyes on the horizon, okay?

I'll leave you with this today:

I know you're not a little girl, so maybe you can think "little one" instead. Please take the overall message to heart. Please do your best to remain kind and gentle, no matter what tries to come along and break you.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[leffee]

Do you have any platonic Vinnie and Pepper headcanons 🥺

Absolutely, for your and my enjoyment here they go (also some of them only can really apply to human au as always so yeah):

their dynamic is basically to be assholes together, mostly playful assholes mind you unless they're in protective mode then they rile each other up and are ready to fight at any moment. They also share one brain cell so there's that because they are absolutely silly together. They also shit-talk people together

they drink together quite often when one of them or both want to. If they have fun together because their personalities and ideas of fun are similar then them being drunk together is just so much more entertaining for them

their sense of humor is almost 1:1 which includes mainly internet/memes humor. The way they sometimes talk with each other is full of exactly that as well of niche references especially if they're talking through internet chats. In other words, if someone else joined in on those chats they would be very confused and have no idea what they're talking about

they sometimes "argue" about whose best friend is better with Vinnie of course talking about Sunil and Pepper about Zoe. Those fights consist of throwing arguments at each other that are supposed to defend their stance that "My best friend is better than yours!" and while some of those arguments are logical and legitimate since they are Vinnie and Pepper that's not always the case, so sometimes Vinnie will be like "Well... Sunil has a cool mug at his house! Does Zoe have a cool mug? Didn't think so," while Pepper will say in turn "That ain't nothing! Zoe has this one pair of shoes with such high high heels she could hurt someone with them if she wanted to."

another thing they do together often is going out or just ordering fast food cause it's both of their favourite food type. Because of that they know what the other likes and could order for the other no problem if needed

they are the only ones in their main friend group who have long hair (my headcanon of course). It's not really much, but I figured it was worth mentioning since it distinguishes them from others even more. Also, Zoe likes trying out different hairstyles but since her hair is short she can't do lots of them on herself, so naturally as her best friend she would like to try them on Pepper who wants nothing to do with it and replaces herself with Vinnie instead lol

they're both very, very reluctant to show pain and negative emotions around others, but because they just know that the other is doing it too, sometimes, still very rarely but sometimes, they open up to each other (if it happens it's mostly when they're both drunk cause again, they're reluctant). Well, they don't really talk most of the time too much, just stuff like letting go of their perpetually happy facades and maybe crying too. They never speak about it again, neither with each other or someone else, but they carry that knowledge that the other is not exactly how they present themselves. Most they do is exchanging knowing glances every now and then

I fully believe they would kiss, or just do couple-y stuff for fuckery's sake. Liiike, if they both so happen to stand under the mistletoe and someone (probably Zoe since she's a romance sucker) pointed it out like:

"Oh! You're both under the mistletoe, you know what that mean. ;)"

And then Vinnie and Pepper would look at each other, shrug, and go for a kiss while that said person is like:

"Wait, no, I was just kidding, you don't actualy-." But it's too late.

And neither would think much about it. Basically:

Yeeeah, this is them. And after a while everyone is used to it so they're not shocked when they kiss to surprise somebody, they're just shocked they do it for free.

In conclusion: they are married but they're not.

[miscellanyofmusings]

Rifftrax Sentence Starters

“______, didn’t I dispatch you to hell earlier?”

“ ______, shut up forever.” 

"Alright. That does it. I officially have no idea what we're looking at, why we're here, or even who I am anymore."

“And I pray that I never have to emote any more than I just did. I'm exhausted.”

“And if you're ready, _____, may I offer you a wide-awake nightmare?

“Aw man, I thought we could trust the slimy loser.”

“Being a creepy evil creep is a reward in and of itself.”

“Bland? I mean, honey? Can I make you some bland milk? I mean, warm bland? I mean, warm milk?”

“Careful, they might miss at you.”

“Die! Die in a fire! Live again and then die!”

“Did you guys just see that or has my brain fully melted?”

“Do you think you can do me the teensiest favor and just kill me now?”

“Feels like an NPR audio essay is about to break out.”

“Forgive me, Father. I killed like eight guys today.”

“Fuck you. Pay me."

“Having knowledge about things is not really my specialty.”

“He died as he lived: looking dumb as Hell.”

“He has all the fighting skills of a sock monkey."

“Hell is other people and stuff.”

“I’m condescending for no reason, got it?” 

“I've tried nothing—And it's not working!"

“I can’t answer your question because that would acknowledge you exist.”

“I can’t live with myself knowing there’s something out there I haven’t murdered.”

“I don’t want to oversell it, but it will fill you with sadness.” 

"I find words difficult because I can't punch them."

“I have a two part question. One, will I ever feel joy again? Two, what did I do to deserve this?”

“I hope you like really tough burnt meat and shitty scotch.”

"I love it when a plan sort of slowly congeals together."

“I thrive on your ignorance.” 

“I tripped and fell up five flights of stairs and landed here.”

“Is your torture basement even up to code?”

“It’s not what you said; it’s that you exist.”

“It irritates me too that I can defy logic, time, and physics."

"It is pleasant to be happy because it increases our amount of gladness."

“Let's carpe diem and mumble and mope like we've never mumbled and moped before!”

“Mind if I dial up the gay?”

"Never have I cared so little about so few for so long."

“Nothing calms a kid more than a poster of a deranged clown.”

“My philosophy is to see how many Pop-Tarts I can eat in two minutes.” 

“No, don’t, ____, please! Seriously! I will kill all your enemies! Please!”

"No good story ever starts with ‘so there I was, pouring gasoline all over the dead girl’s body.’”

"Oh good. Something else for the Gallery of Things That Should Not Be."

“Oh, thoughtless sociopath, you’re my best friend.”

“Okay, so I’ll take that ominous cryptic answer as a firm yes.”

“Our hero— again, fighting like a sociopathic four year-old.”

"Please don't ruin this moment by surviving!"

“Rush in blindly! A plan can only hinder us!"

"Screaming? Laughter? At this point, what's the difference?"

“So where do you think you’re gonna dump my body?” 

"So…You give up here often?" 

“Society as we know it would disintegrate if people knew the truth about whatnot.”

“Thank you, most boring sounding person in the world.”

“That’s a very friendly murder threat.”

“That sounded a lot more menacing and less gay in my head.” 

“This is my bullshit lecture!” 

“Wait a minute, I thought you said ‘pass the time,’ not ‘destroy all hope in the universe.’” 

"We are reconciled now through the cleansing power of violence."

“Well, that was neither fun nor interesting, but at least it gave us no new information.” 

“Well, time to pretend I know stuff.”

"Well, whoopty-shit."

"Welp... Forgone conclusion ain't gonna forgone conclude itself."

“Who can resist an asshole?”

“Women, right? Always like, ‘This seems fatally stupid!’ Blah, blah, blah.’”

“Yeah, I do feel my own mind drifting through thoughts of Socrates—in that I want to drink hemlock and die.”

"You're a lying liar who lies! You lie!"

“You're not allergic to severe acid burns, are you?”

“You taste like libertarianism and cigars.”

“Your evil is reassuring.” 

“Your violent, misogynistic criminal vibe lets me know I can trust you.” 

[oliviabutsmart]

Physics "Friday" #9 [OPINION]: Is Fahrenheit the better temperature scale?

So as the title suggests, this post is a lot less facts and logic, and a lot more opinionated. It is still physics-y I just believe it's an interesting way to delve into a subject by turning it into an opinionated peice.

Preamble: A summary of Metric vs. Imperial arguments

Education level: Primary (Y3/4)

Topic: Measuring Systems (Metrology)

Now before you throw your hands up at the title and your silly little internet brain is like "this silly impericuck is fahrenpilled!" ... I'm an astronomy student living in Australia - I use SI units (and other unit systems) on the daily.

Though ... it is pretty notorious in astronomy to use like 17 different unit systems. Here's a list of examples:

My beloved SI units

CGS Units

Whatever the fuck a Jansky is

Don't even start with natural units I can't live without big G

"Ampere in CGS units is g1/2 cm3/2 s−2"

Solar Luminosity/Mass of Sun

Angstroms (like please can we just use nanometers?)

How many Jupiters or Earths fit into this cloud of gas?

The vomit of parallax units i.e. AU, pc, Mpc, arcseconds, radians

Steradians (Solid angles can be finicky)

Logarithms, logarithms everywhere!

Hubble's constant being in km/s/Mpc but then having to turn that into Hz or per year - like can someone please acknowledged how cursed this is?

When you do Kepler's 3rd law on Mercury and realise it doesn't work (because you forgot Einstein existed) ... so no units end up working

ADUs and/or whatever you get when you deal with telescope outputs

And as an Australian, I use SI units very regularly. Only measurements of human height and cooking weights are really imperial. And I can express all of them in metric units.

Now generally, the Metric (or SI) units are better than the imperial (or USC) units. The main points in favour of SI are:

(Almost) Everybody uses it

It's basically universal in science (see exceptions above)

It fits well with our base 10 counting system, easy scaling (e.g. 1 kg = 1 000 g = 1 000 000 mg)

It's directly pinned to many natural constants and unchanging laws

Different units interact with eachother much better

Now, generally, the main arguments for imperial units involve a bunch of patriots™ screaming about how "THIS IS THE CoUNTRY OF FREEDOM AND GOD!! AND I AIN'T USING NO CHINESE UNITS!!!1!".

That, or how metrification is hard. Which, well, metrification can occur over the course of decades, literally teaching your kids metric helps the country adjust to a metric system.

The best arguments I've found for imperial units is as follows:

Numbers like 6, 12, 60 etc. - i.e. units based on highly composite numbers - are very easily divisible by 2, 3, and 4

Units like feet, inches, pounds, stone, etc. are of a much more human-friendly scale. Because these units are based on bodily proportions or common objects

Generally, the arguments for metric vastly outweigh the arguments for imperial. And the main reason why is that the two arguments for imperial conflict with eachother. You cannot easily subdivide your units neatly and have human units.

For example, the Roman mile is a unit that measures the usual amount of distance a footsoldier can cover before needing a short stop. An acre is the amount of land that a manual-labour farmer can cover in a day's work. An inch is about the size of your thumb.

The problem is that all three of these units, based on length, are completely off kilter. 1 acre = 43,650 square feet, 1 Roman mile = 58260 in, etc.

The only cases where I would say the human-ness and divisibility of units actually becomes a stronger argument than decimalised units are, time and temperature.

Time is obvious. 1 hour = 60 minutes = 3600 seconds. It's nice, clean and simple. And an hour or half-hour is a very human unit, the same as a second or a minute. We often operate on hour and minute schedules, and that's not just because of capitalism. 30 minutes just appears to be the amount of time we like to work before taking a short rest.

Temperature is a bit more nebulous however ...

Where (I think) Celsius fails

Of course, celsius is an understandable scale. 0 C = Water Freezes, 100 C = water boils. Pinning your scale on water makes life easy for you as you know what the bounds are.

The problem is that there are temperatures that exist outside of the 0-100 scale. And this kinda breaks the neat decimalisation of a scale.

A cold winter's day in Tasmania could drop into the negatives. And just because your in the negatives doesn't mean ocean water or rain will freeze. Temperatures below 0 C doesn't guarantee snowfall.

Similarly, say you are in a desert during the day. The temperature can get as high as 50 C - it's reasonable to say that you're unlikely to see temperatures above 50 C outside of your oven or kettle.

Do you normally see temperatures between 70 - 90 C? Unless if you're pasteurising milk, distilling alcohol, or doing chemistry, you are not going to encounter these temperatures. And do you really need your temperature numbers to be below 100 to do chemistry?

This is the downside of Celsius. Because temperature is a scale, and operates differently to other units, it doesn't really matter where you set the zero point. A boiling point of ethanol at "78" is no better than one at "173".

Celsius also doesn't account for temperatures that are very well below the freezing point of water, temperatures which are very common to experience.

So is Fahrenheit Better?

Fahrenheit solves this problem, partially. It's a more human friendly scale. 0 F is a very very cold day whereas 100 F is a very very hot day. Things beyond both numbers are relegated to the scientists, chefs, and extremophiles of the world.

If we were to completely remove all requirements of not pissing off a bunch of people, we could even create our own temperature scale to make things even better: 0 X = -50 C and 100 X = 50 C.

Even better because now the 0 and 100 of this scale becomes the absolute limit of what we could normally experience on earth, the hottest desert and the coldest tundra. It even comes with the benefit that 50 X = the freezing point of water and 150 X = the boiling point of water - it preserves our common "anchors" of the phases of water.

The problem is that there's a second hidden benefit of Fahrenheit: it's specificity. What do I mean by that?

Well, for every 1 C increase in temperature, the Fahrenheit scale increases by 1.8 F. This means that a temperature of 20 C could mean 68 F or 69 F.

For a lot of normal/casual processes, the Celsius scale may require us get past the decimal point, to express minor changes in temperature, whereas Fahrenheit would not.

For chemistry and physics, our significant figure requirements immediately become extra precise. 58.8 F is a more accurate measurement than 14.9 C, without requiring any more decimal places.

You may say "well why not we use a deci-Celsius scale where 1000 dC = boiling point of water". The issue is that too much precision may be putting it over the top. We don't measure the size of cities in centimetres.

But then what about Kelvin

Of course, the main SI unit for temperature, and the unit physicists and chemists use is the Kelvin. The reason for this is of course:

It is tied to absolute zero by setting it to 0 K

Because of this, we can apply SI order of magnitude quantifiers like milli-Kelvin, kilo-Kelvin, Giga-Kelvin without upsetting the position of our anchor points

It covers and measures cleanly low-K processes

Very hot processes end up having Celsius be approximately equal to Kelvin

It would be difficult to use Fahrenheit because 0 F ~ the freezing point of saltwater.

But let me introduce you to the Rankine Scale. What Kelvin is to Celsius is what Rankine is to Fahrenheit.

Rankine takes all of the benefits of Fahrenheit with it (aside from the human-ness of the scale - but that's not the purpose of the Rankine and Fahrenheit scales), but it also takes the benefits that Kelvin gets.

We can too, have milli-Rankine and Giga-Rankine. And the best part is that it is twice as precise as Fahrenheit.

Even better is that the Rankine Scale is very easily convertible to the Kelvin Scale. 1 K = 1.8 R; 1 K⁻¹ = 0.556 R⁻¹. This means I can very easily re-formulate some fundamental constants:

Boltzmann constant = 1.381 × 10⁻²³ J K⁻¹ = 7.672 × 10⁻²⁴ J R⁻¹

Stefan-Boltzmann c. = 5.67 × 10⁻⁸ W m⁻² K⁻⁴ = 5.40 × 10⁻⁹ W m⁻² R⁻⁴

Ideal gas constant = 8.315 J mol⁻¹ K⁻¹ = 4.619 J mol⁻¹ R⁻¹

Wein's constant = 2.898 × 10⁻³ m K = 5.216 × 10⁻³ m R

Let's hope I converted it correctly, idk my Saturday brain no thinky.

Conclusion: So is it actually better?

Short Answer: In my opinion, yes. But I'm not switching to it.

Of course, when talking about subjective opinions, people can point out the flaws in each others' opinions. I've made it clear that the imperial vs. metric debate very solidly falls to the metric side with only a few exceptions.

Temperature is one of those scales that are more up-to-debate over the usefulness of certain units of choice. Especially because the alternative unit system is still commonly used.

I could've made the same arguments about the meter, and said that we should use a decimalised inch or foot with kilofeet or millifeet. Or invent a completely new unit system that is technically "superior". But that's obviously much more ambitious.

Of course, the likelihood of the global Fahrenheit revolution is almost non-existent, and this is more of a series of "well, technically speaking" arguments that are more for the point of exploring an idea than implementing one.

Regardless I'd like to hear YOUR arguments over why I'm a stupid poo poo head or I'm actually the mother of the next great napoleonic French empire.

I tried to add a bit of colour in this post, specifically with the quotes. I just didn't want it to be a bland wall of text.

Again, feedback that may be unrelated to the specific "you're right/you're wrong" debate like my writing style etc. is also appreciated.

I don't really know what I will do next week. Because technically I was supposed to do philosophy and ethics in science ... but I might not have that time given my university study.

Currently I'm doing three courses in QFT, GR, and Cosmology. And they are all very big and hefty. Thankfully, I think there's a bit of a break period coming as we're now moving to canonical quantisation (which I've found easier than Feynman diagrams), and the measurement of gravitational waves.

Now don't worry that last paragraph is not a flex, it's more an indication that I'm learning a lot of this stuff as I make these posts. More an excuse as to why I might in the future delay posts and such. Like I mentioned the Higgs mechanism in the last post at the same time I was actually learning about the Higgs mechanism.

Anyways, I'm going to go and scarf down some chocolate now.

[basicallyaturtle]

yknow I'm just a little roleplayer when it comes down to it. I find that at any particular empty moment that I reflect on, I'm not terribly motivated to do anything. Not in an executive dysfunction way, well not wholly, but just that I want nothing to be happening. Like if I catch myself in this mood, I will find it difficult to even get up from a chair to eat something or use the restroom or whatever.

This isn't the same phenomenon of getting stuck on a task or being particularly focusing and not noticing my body talking to me, which I most certainly do other times, just that I can't bring myself to want to move at all. In these moments I also don't have any real idea what the goal of anything I'm doing is, hence the difficult to do anything. This for sure, is not a terribly useful line of thinking, as the days tick on anyway, and I'm working on thinking of ways to combat this line of thinking, not logically as I know on an intellectual level that I should just ignore this and carry on, but in an emotional or mental way I guess.

Anyway, this all is just a preamble to my actual thought about roleplaying. While I can often catch myself in this unuseful line of thinking, it is in empty moments when nothing in particular is going on. Not to say I'm not doing anything, or I'm alone or whatever, it can really be in most moments regardless of my surroundings, but not when I am roleplaying.

I don't mean this in a literal sense of pretending to be a specific person, but jus that I feel as if I am playing a role of sorts. For example when I am cooking food and fully just going at it, like no music or youtube video just makin something, well usually I build up this tension by not cooking for a while and getting anxious about it, so then I'm just a little food pilled sustenance maxxer ain't I? I'm such a cook, I know how to cook, damn I should just do this all the time. Or I often get in my head about my work, so when I'm working in my office all day then I'll be damned if I'm not some kind of physics pilled theorymaxxer. Or even just like, usually I don't go out and do stuff, so I go out and order some food and if I'm into it, then I'm like damn I'm such a societypilled community maxxer. Like, when I get in this mode of I'm like a Thing and not just a person, then I feel like I'm just gonna always do this and I'll be so good at it always and my life is changed. I get this with media too, where I'll watch a TV show and be like I'm literally this main character. They're like learning lessons and they're being directly beamed into my brain and now I'm gonna carry on the rest of my life with this message and be different and awesome, or not even just the main character, could be anyone I guess. Actually I think this might tie into a previous observation about parasocial relationships where in particular I find myself imagining myself as a part of a group of friends that is in the public. It might be that 'm just doing the same roleplay thing where I'm like oh yeah, I'm totally a part of this group but then because they're people I think have notions of action upon those feelings. Anyway, those feelings never lasts of course, and I always know that it won't last that, but the feeling still happens in the moment.

Just an observation about myself which I find strange, I roleplay as the different things I do rather than just be me doing them, and also strongly imprint on fictional characters in a similar way rather than being like they're just like me frfr it's I'm just like them frfr

[iatrophilosophos]

Gonna jump off of this tangentially bc there's another thing here re: right wing health politics

The right is engaging with concepts that are fundementally more reflective of what I consider to be reality than a lotta left *and postleft* positions on various health issues. They start from a dogshit place and they end in a dogshit place and I have a fundementally different value system, ontology & epistemology; i in no way think we need to "hear them out"; and there's like... a lot of topics they engage with w/ internal consistency where most other contingents dont

Take rfk's funky treatment farms thing & specifically the anti MAT stance. Anti-MAT in abstinence-based conservative addiction programs *makes more internal sense* than most arguments for MAT coming from liberal & left contingents; because MAT a b s o l u t e l y just functions as safe supply for plenty of people. If you want people off drugs full stop, you should be anti-MAT. I'm not pro abstinence-only and I am pro drug access but I feel like I'm dealing with the same basic reality here, as opposed to the myth that methadone doesn't hit/doesn't count/whatever.

I think this is also true re: porn addiction. For all intents and purposes, within social demographics that are anti-porn, porn addiction is a consistent concept that is *more* reflective of addiction as a sociological condition than the dx SUD. I don't think it's a flawless analysis of sex, desire & pornography or anything but it does offer a bare-faced recognition of some dynamics that leftist contingents often bury. SUD overmedicalizes use and obscures sociological factors contributing to people being unable to navigate their relationships with substances in whatever way is desirable to them; it removes agency from drug users; and its logics result in ineffective interventions on both institutional and grassroots stages (e.g. detox&dump). I honestly feel like smashing my head against the wall whenever I see someone try to dunk on some dingus who's saying porn addiction is real because it's a habit people aren't able to easily abstain from that ruins relationships and social connections by going "ummmhhh akshually ☝️🤓 porn only ruins relationships because you are intolerant of porn 🤪" because they're so...fucking...close...to getting it...and yet.

And that's not even touching the fact that the Main *highly effective* right wing health propaganda strategy is just...telling people they aren't stupid and they're right to distrust their doctors, two things that Are True. "You aren't stupid" is such a powerful phrase coming from a perceived medical authority that the next words out of their mouths can be directly abusing and derriding their audience and it STILL works.

The difference between right & left wing alternative & DIY health space is also exceptionally stark, where left&postleft herbalism is full of grief circles and mental health and flower essences and right-learning herbalist groups on fb&whatever are full of people seeking help for every day health complications out of financial necessity and/or medical distrust.

And like...Do Not Get Me Wrong, I'm not trying to say "the left needs to try harder to appeal to middle america", i ain't even a leftist, nor do I have actual affinity with right wing alternative health, nor do I think what they actually discuss re: those health complications with their fucking colloidal silver and bad information practices has much if any merit. I'm more trying to illustrate how damningly authority-brained even purported anarchists are when it comes to medicine and how little backbone is demonstrated when it comes to criticism of either the current medical establishment OR the concepts of a professional medical class that are presupposed in discourse, where access to that class supercedes the tools and knowledge it's actually composed of.

And it's like hard right bc like I been saying there's no good manual there's just a buncha mostly bad/only partially applicable/etc sources to sort through and a bunch of attempts to be made to actually utilize and refine it, but like, the only way to really start is to get incredibly critical and talk about health and medicine a lot and actually like, try to find an ANSWER (or pieces od it) instead of access to a service

And a lot of it is cope. It is easier to hold an ideology where "our side" just needs to "win" and we get to maintain that comfortable imperial core status of access to basic-needs-as-services (or perception as such bc honestly, who has good medical access? Not most ppl i know) instead of reckoning with the fact that, as we like to say, nobody is coming to save us and the only answers for most ppl are gonna be the ones they can come up with...because actually working this shit? I mean i love it its my main personality trait but for a lot of people its fucking boring and hard and feels bad because pressing questions want pressing answers, and a lot of us don't have pressing answers. Sure, there are people out here who have a reasonable starting place with what to do in keeping people with at least some conditions alive for at least an amount of time, hopefully enough time for further answers, but to actually get to that point it's a lotta deep dives into stuffy noses and ear infections and mild cases of Whatever. I can do all the grandstanding I want about how much value there is in grasping a little bit more security and autonomy, but I also recognize for a lot of people it feels like peanuts, it doesn't seem fast enough, it doesn't seem good enough. And they're RIGHT. But it's a start, it's what we have, and i hope to fucking God it's really on the way to something.

I think a thing that i find deeply frustrating from every political & philosophical perspective is a deep lack of engagement with medicine. I think at the very root of it is a sense of professional/expertise/authoritative domain. Most people do not talk about how to make medicine happen, they talk about creating conditions conducive to producing an effective medical class +/- production appartus. Anarchists are just as guilty of this as communists as reformerists: you can't tell me that most of the people who gesture at projects like four thieves, open insulin, boobs not bombs (don't get me started), and various street medicine projects aren't also just invoking the image of a detached force of competent agents.

I'll be a hater until the end of time but sometimes it is kinda hard to blame ur average disabled civvie's knee-jerk "what about my meds" because the question is conspicuously absent or relegated to ignorant grandstanding so, so often. Anyone actually critically examining the projects we often cite as easy, publicly available examples will quickly note that they *do* have deep flaws and vulnerabilities. Medicine is conspicuously absent from the texts we cite, pearlman doesnt talk about it, postciv! doesnt talk about it...because these works, no matter how much love I have for them, are really not actually concerned with disabled people all that much.

Most anticiv ppl i know are disabled/medication dependent ourselves & working on it, it's just like really fucking hard, and really hard to generate Texts(tm) while also doing the thing. It's a weird, long, slow process that I'm getting progressively better at & have been for years, but it's also something that happens in conversations and relationships and it's hard to iron out and commit to paper when honestly, synthesizing an effective, sustainable, bioregionally feasible medical MO in current times IS a field in its infancy AND one that looks radically different for every cohort because we are located in different places and starting from a point of different needs/conditions of priority.

Acting like the people who prioritize this just Have It on lock and will get it figured is doing everyone a disservice--it's a paper thin posture that disabled ppl are gonna see through, and it's reinforcing the idea that the average person in the imperial core doesn't need to have any concept of what they'd do with, idk, kidney stones or conjuctivitis or Whatever because they can Just See A Professional About It, even though we ***know*** that that idea doesn't hold up for tons of people NOW, let alone as collapse continues.

[twst-drabbles]

The only fantasies I've had is Janitor throwing me into a wall /hj

But really, the thought Janitor watching adeuce + grim struggle over some magic theory while internally knowing the answer all along because of their studies is pretty cool

–Abyss Anon

Just to be a dick, I ain't gonna tell them shit.

It's interesting to think that there is a logical theory in which magic works, considering that the imagination itself is an illogical thing that can't be predicted using an equation, lest you diminish the value of a human mind to just a predictable number or set of values.

Since magic apparently works on some kind of mental image, what happens to people that can't picture images in their brain? Is their magic diminished because of it? Is it considered a disability? Would the Janitor/Prefect be considered disabled? Eh, probably only as far as needing glasses is considered a disability, meaning people with no magic are so common that it's often forgotten about. Either way, Janitor has a very obvious disadvantage. But will not hesitate to slam a person into the wall if they mess with them.

Random but I can't help but think about how many little faeries have a crush on the Janitor. As in, the gifts and favors they give to the Janitor go far above the expectations of their rules, so the Janitor can't help but be cautious and it just leads to silly misunderstandings where the Janitor suspects the little crushing faeries want to kidnap them(which, is fair and they kinda do) so they just, make sure to return a favor so as to not leave any debt open ended for them to twist in their favor.

[damistrolls]

Do you enjoy any creative or artsy hobbies at all Ren? Since law and ‘logic’ brain stuff didn’t really appeal to you n all? :0

"Oh no, I don't got a creative bone in my body either! But my lusus says there ain't anythin' wrong with bein' average. I'm good at doin' what I'm told, and anticipatin' my boss's needs, so that's enough to me.

OH, but I ain't so bad at some video games! I may be real dogshit at shootin' a real gun, but a digital one? Now THAT I can do. But I don't play too often these days. I'm usually busy tailin' behind the boss, y'know? And then I'm usually too tired afterwards to do anythin' other than sleep."

[lordymaru]

I'm about to refute this entire essay with the simple explanation being:

The only interaction we've seen of these two is when she's a freaking 8 year old. Your self insert shows no boundaries.

And this is probably the last time I'll make a post about the stupidity behind the way the pair is viewed:

Note: I know there's people out there with a brain who ship these two in a more conventional way. In the end you do you, ship whatever you want, no one can prevent you from doing that, just don't be gross about it.

One of the parts being the Significance of their first encounter:

She’s a poor peasant girl who’s suffered immense trauma, suffering, and loneliness. Her initiative to help Sesshomaru came from her generosity

Exactly, she's alone for her family had been killed before her eyes, the villagers treat her like garbage. When she meets Sess he's wounded and simply in a bad state, both mentally and physically. Both of them are, the difference being he's a demon, a powerful one and for him to have ended in such a bad shape only stabbed at his pride- Rin on the other hand is a child, a human tiny child who is vulnerable and to him she poses no threat. Both of them are weak then.

At this point, it’s observable that despite knowing her story, her scars, and her difficulties, humans do not even empathize, let alone sympathize with Rin. It is the feudal era, after all. She’s a young, disabled orphan and the villagers only see her for what she lacks: a voice, a family, and a place of belonging.

Again with your feudal era shit. I can assure you the world is just as ugly today as it was before you and I existed. Next.

When he asks about her bruises, this is the first time anyone had ever afforded her a second glance.

This was a huge step forward for Sess, a huuuuuuge one for he showed interest in another living creature, not just any creature but a human. And for her it was probably like Christmas, for no one had showed her any mercy or interest. Ok you get a point. But oh, boy, how I'm about to spit on the next one:

The audience can see Sesshomaru calculate her body language, recognizing that she is mute. Instead of pressing her further or ignoring her outright, he attempts to comfort her (in his own way), making her feel that it is okay if she chooses not to answer him; that her desire to reply to him should only be a desire, not an obligation. I think, on one hand, that was the first moment of something that would resemble compassion that Sesshomaru had ever administered, trying to put himself in her shoes — if someone had asked him to do something that required, for example, his left arm, he probably would have appreciated them saying “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” so to provide him agency for something that he actually cannot do. And the same goes for Rin. He recognizes her disability, maybe even resonates with it and decides to empower her with a choice. Choice is important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic and it’s a word that will come up often. 

Ok why are you comparing the loss of his arm to her not being able to talk? Not all disabilities are the same, you moron. Or am I dumb for thinking this way? If so, feel free to call me out on my lack of common sense kr whatever you wanna call it. Sess physically couldn't do shit with his left arm because well- it was gone! That's a physical disability. Rin had "lost" her voice after what she witnessed and so she wouldn't speak anymore. Have you heard of Psychogenic Dysphonia? If not, you can click here and give it a reading or do your own research. The more you know: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0892199703000158

So you say he "empowers her with a choice" that is "important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic" let me get this straight, a choice because why? She's a child? A female? Because you said so yourself, it's the Feudal Era after all and therefore women had no choice in life, no voice, no agency, no nothing. So he was being magnanimous then? You know... This is where you start edging into the gr00ming territory. Can't you see? No? Alright, moving on.

BRUH WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you fucking good? See how you self insert? Bye. Next

The next time Sesshomaru sees Rin, it is suggested that he actively sought her, whether it be by curiosity or concern for well-being

He did... It is not suggested, he actually did asdfhkl. For both curiosity and he probably was worried. He also states he wants to test out his sword, what a perfect chance to do so for Rin is pretty much dead and that's the only way to make his sword work. So she was both being a guinea pig and an itch he wasn't quite sure how to scratch. Next.

Silence Rin.

Rin screams endlessly, annoying Sesshomaru. Firstly, this is the first time we hear him call her by her name. Secondly, Sesshomaru is visibly annoyed by her noises, however, he does not tell her to “shut up” as he normally would with Jaken or even InuYasha. He simply says “enough of that Rin, stop it.” (In Japanese he says, “Silence, Rin. You make too much noise.”) Even analyzing the Japanese dialogue, it is evidently softer than Sesshomaru’s usual ‘kisama’ (貴樣) manner of speech that we see depicted usually. This is the first time he’s had a companion who is not a demon, someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return. His softer tone is a logical deduction to make.

Ok... "someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return." Bruh... As if he would even consider meeting someone's expectations. Are you sure you're talking about Sess? Another thing is, he always speaks in a calm tone, he rarely yells or loses his composure- he had no reason to be rude to her either, you're excusing his regular behavior simply because she ain't Jaken. Anything else?

Rin doesn't change Sesshomaru overnight, it's a gradual and long process

Well duh!!! Just like you don't lose the pounds you gained from eating in one sit 12 donuts a week ago. Stating the obvious and for what? What's exactly your mf point?

The silence part is important, idk how to tell you there is a power imbalance in their relationship from the moment he tells her to be quiet. He didn't say please, he didn't ask her to, he told her to be quiet. Like a parent would, if I could count the times my mom told me to shush.... That's your first indicator he is not her friend, he is not her equal.

Letting you Be Yourself: The Panther Demon Arc

the first frame the audience sees in the anime sets the scene, painting the Sessshomaru entourage in a serene manner, indicating a level of comfort between group members (episode 75). This is vastly different from our last depiction of Sesshomaru and Rin’s relationship. In episode 44, he was unable to withstand her (albeit annoying) childish antics. But here, it’s observable that Sesshomaru can accept her and her package of unconventional fun. Not only does he tolerate and even more so, accept Rin, but he accepts her influence on his vassal, Jaken and allows them to be free around him.

Is called developing patience. I can assure you that when you're a parent or an older bro/sis and your kid/younger sibling is noisy af you either learn to tolerate that or get used to it for kids are kids abd you have to let them be kids. Next.

She's a child, she's not stupid.

The Abducted Rin: Calling her Name

The respect that Sesshomaru shows Rin is insurmountable. However, the InuYasha franchise is clever to portray the subtlety of Sesshomaru’s respect for her. KV on Twitter points out how highly he regards his companion and never relegates her to anything less than the value that she as a person embodies (@KVndie via Twitter). He consistently humanizes her. 

He only sees how important she is to him after her ass dies a second time. What do you mean? He respects her enough to not coddle her, she is independent and taught her to be self sufficient from the very start. That's respect. He consistently humanizes her because... She ... Is ... Human! OMG WHAT A SHOCKER!

As Naraku remarks on his hostage to Sesshomaru, "Naturally, the girl you're looking for is not here…,” he continues, “the girl is in custody outside of the castle..." Naraku never makes an attempt to give her personhood, leaving her unnamed, disposable, and relegating her to a mere "girl." But Sesshomaru doesn’t take any of this. He is a cold-hearted Daiyokai, yet he still makes an effort and upholds his principle to refer to her as Rin — not a replaceable “girl.”

Naraku is a mf genius. It didn't quite click until now he wanted to see if she was important or not to him and to what extent. For he planned his moves that way, making people turn against one another. While he wouldn't have made Rin turn against Sess he set everything up so he would end up wanting to kill Kohaku and in doing so, Inugang would have engaged against Sess.

Sesshomaru’s insistence on using Rin’s name isn’t only highlighted in this isolated incident though. It pays off. It is an ongoing theme in their dynamic throughout the series.

That's her name ... How you want him to call her? Baby?

I could go on and on but... This is a fucking essay. And then I stumble against more bullcrap:

The second point I want to highlight here is Sesshomaru’s reaction to Rin’s fall and her risky expedition. At this point, it’s unquestionable that Rin has a special place in his heart.

Of course she has a special spot in his heart. I won't deny that. What worries me is how you're trying to justify the way she's important to him since she was a child. As if his way of seeing her had changed.

I'm gonna disagree by agreeing with you in a few pointers. Kagome and Kikyo were rivals, they both romantically love the same guy. Kagome being the only one who could save Kikyo chooses to help her, knowing damn well Inuyasha would have suffered if Kikyo had died- further more, if it was in Kagome's hands to do something about it.

Rin on the other hand, I will applaud to her how she grew past her fear of Kagura after being kidnapped by her, she saw her body in the river and said fuck it and did her best to try to pull her from the water. I loved how stubborn and brave she was, even tho Sess had to pull everyone out of the water- she deserves a gold star. You go baby girl!!!

Rin later makes a cheeky comment, noting Kagura’s romantic interest in Sesshomaru. Jaken brushes this off as childish naivety. But for the spectator, this establishes two things: (1) That Rin does not see Kagura as a rival for Lord Sesshomaru’s attention, let alone affection; and (2) that Rin is still a child. Rin is certainly a child, with a youthful and fresh outlook on life that brings out the best in people. But even as a child, her relationship with Sesshomaru is incredibly healthy, clear, and surprisingly communicative.

Why would she? She's not a spoiled brat

Nah? I thought her double D indicated otherwise. OF COURSE SHE'S A MF CHILD.

Why do you keep mentioning is healthy? Do you need reassurance of it? Communicative in what way? Cuz if you wanna talk about communication let's talk about how he didn't even acknowledge her ass when she gave birth. He didn't even say her name, didn't even look at her. Tell me now how they are communicative and healthy?

I could go on, I really but all I'm getting from this load of bullshit I'm forcing myself to read is how you do in fact need to reassure yourself thr ship is god tier and is... How you said it was? Ah, healthy.

Anyways, thanks for reading and if you see any typo ... My apologies, I tried. Also if you have any input or I was out of line in some way, my apologies once more.

[dclsbaby]

traitor - Dominic Calvert-Lewin 🦋

Summary: you reflect on your relationship, realised you've been wronged and should've trusted your gut

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 2.1k

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Brown guilty eyes and,

Little white lies,

I played dumb, but I always knew

That you talked to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you

It’s his green-hazel eyes that dissipate every logic, every sense of reason you had. It’s the way he would roll over to your side of the bed each morning to savour another 5 minutes before he has to leave, that made you feel yearned for and wanted. It’s the lingering kisses on your neck, on each shoulder and collarbone, that convinced you you’re the only one. It’s the grand dreams shared with you about your future together, filled with kids and their tiny jerseys, that made you believe his little white lies.

You had ignored the tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach that felt nothing like the butterflies you experienced on your first date with Dom. The feeling told you to succumb to your suspicions and unlock his phone, scroll through his messages and social media interactions. No, the feeling demanded you to swipe his phone, lock yourself in the bathroom, overstep boundaries, and find evidence of another woman. But that wasn’t who you are. You respected boundaries, and decided against it. You loved him enough to give him the benefit of the doubt.

The paranoia began to grow when you noticed the little things, such as the way he would put his phone screen-side down on the counter, or the way he brought it everywhere like it’s a part of him, even in the bathroom, or that he wouldn’t leave its sight when it's being charged. Then, these signs started getting stronger and more frequent. He’d get phone calls when you’re having dinner and every time you ask who it is, you’re always met with, “No one important enough to take me away from you,” and a kiss to suppress your suspicions.

Does he have anything to hide? You often ask yourself. Do I really want to know? Another voice asks.

You knew, deep down, that your gut was right. You knew what was happening behind your back.

It’s always the girl they tell you not to worry about.

You were first introduced to her one evening at a club event. Dom referred to her as the ‘girl with the magic hands’, to which you cringed at the innuendo. That was the first warning sign you ignored. Although shortly after exchanging names, you learned that she works at the training ground as a masseuse. Magic hands, makes sense, you thought. It did not make you feel better though.

You could see her appeal. You could imagine Dom and his teammates steal a glance, their eyes lingering much longer than they should. You could hear the locker room talk, words of adoration spilling from their mouths. Her charm is magnetising. She’s bubbly, she’s awfully kind. But did she really have to look like she could be on the cover of Playboy circa 2004 too? Though her beauty’s not your lack, it did not help with your brewing paranoia.

You can’t help but think she’s the reason he’s been staying back late at the training ground, why he comes home wearing a different shirt to the one he left with in the morning, and why he doesn’t talk about his day much anymore, as it probably mostly consisted of being lathered up in oil and getting sensual massages by a hot masseuse. The thought always made you sick to your stomach.

The overthinking had convinced you he had been seeing another woman right in front of you this whole time. But pretending that everything’s alright was so much easier than the inevitable confrontation, the accusation, the fight, the ending. So you kept quiet so you could keep him, and live in the false fairytale you try so hard to become reality.

Until you couldn't anymore.

—

And ain't it funny how you ran to her

The second that we called it quits?

And ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

Now it sure as hell don't look like it

You and Dom stayed friends after your relationship ran its course, for the first couple of weeks, at least. The days leading up to the break up were plagued with arguments over the little things like missing dinner plans and not keeping the room tidy, which led to bigger fights where you accused him of not being in love with you. Of course, he vehemently denied this, but you thought he didn’t fight for you enough. He didn’t push back, he didn’t give you a reason to stay, and that was enough for you to know that your relationship never stood a chance. You could handle disagreements and a few fights, but when you’ve been led to question your own worth—it’s done.

In the end, it was a mutual break up. It made sense, he needed to focus on his football and the constant fights weren’t helping his concentration. It was hard for him to leave each morning knowing you both went to bed angry, and although he would spend the drive home practicing his apologies, he would come home to find you fast asleep in bed before he could even make amends. As for you, well, you had to look for love elsewhere.

All seemed well until he turned more and more sour by the day. Sure, you didn’t expect to be glued to his hip at all times, or be the best of friends—you two broke up for a reason. But what you did not expect were the bitter remarks, the one-word replies, the sarcastic comments that portrayed the antithesis of who he was when he was with you.

Now you bring her around just to shut me down

Show her off like she's a new trophy

And I know if you were true

There's no damn way that you

Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

It all made sense when you began receiving texts from your friends attached with a photo of him with a young fan. You thought it was odd, why were you sent pictures of your ex with a fan, of all things? But there she was, in the background of the photo. Of course. Of course it was her.

More pictures started coming through of both of them in his black Range Rover driving around town, having coffee at your favourite coffee shop. You curse at him, now you have to find a new place to get your coffee. The pictures that stung the most were of the pair of them driving to the training centre together. Imagine the sight of a new couple in town pulling onto the Finch Farm carpark. You knew it wasn’t just a friendly carpool. She’s been staying on my side of the bed, you thought. Meanwhile, you’re still seeking the warmth from his side of the bed.

It dawned on you how much of a fool you’ve been. You feel angry for not trusting your gut, for letting yourself get played, for letting yourself take the beatings from people who had accused you for being with him for his money when it was you who was taken advantage of. If the love he had for you was true, it wouldn’t have taken him that quickly to find someone new.

—

You sat on your sofa for hours. Waiting to feel something other than numbness, the tingling sensation on the tip of your fingers from the shock is no longer there. The numbness eventually turned to chills, so you reach for a blanket in the woven basket next to the sofa. You wrap yourself into a cocoon, though all you wanted was to be a butterfly, spread your wings, and fly away. Pathetic. Even my metaphors remind me of him.

Feeling sorry for yourself, you sluggishly stood up and dragged your body to the kitchen and pulled out three different bottles of alcohol from the cupboard—ignoring what a senior had told you in uni to never mix alcohol unless you want to get absolutely wasted. You grab the glass from the top shelf, a cocktail shaker that came with the set your friend had got you for a secret santa gift, and make yourself a drink. One drink turned to two, to three. Then, you started watching recipe videos on YouTube on how to make a pornstar martini, which led to another two. 5 drinks in total. Lucky number 5.

After making a mess on the kitchen island, feeling delirious, you stumble across your flat, bumping a table on your way back to the living room, leaving a bruise on your hip that will hurt in the morning. The alcohol running through your veins giving you the urge to belt out a ballad and pour your heart out, so you somehow managed to open your music and play a song.

Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?

Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

You belted every word, not caring if your neighbours could hear you drunkenly sing the words to a depressing ballad about not being enough for a boy.

Realising with what’s left of your consciousness that your balance is becoming unsteady, you stagger your way to your bedroom, extending your arms, careful to not run yourself into any walls.

Upon reaching your bedroom, you undress yourself into just a bra and underwear and dive face first into your made up bed, curl up under the warm covers, and blankly stare at the ceiling. The lights appear as though it’s duplicating with every blink—you could’ve sworn there were only two.

With each passing second, you begin having flashbacks of him. Images of the bedroom you once shared which looks nothing like the room you’re in now tattooed in your brain. Whispers of “I love you,” and “you’re the love of my life,” haunt you as you try to shut your ears with your hands, desperate to rid of his voice. You feel angrier and angrier by the minute, waves of sadness taking over your body. You wanted him to know how you felt. You wanted him to know how badly he’s hurt you, something your sober self would never admit.

So you do what your gut tells you, no sense of reason in the way to stop you from unlocking your phone, scrolling until you’ve reached ‘D’ on your contact list, and clicking the name you’re looking for.

*ring*

*ring*

Pick up.

*ring*

You asshole, pick up.

*ring*

*ring*

Fuck this, I—

“Hello,” a hoarse voice answers. You inhale a sharp breath.

His voice. The exact voice you hear every morning at 6:45am as he kisses you goodbye.

“You, you betrayed me,” you slurred as you made your way to your bedroom. He takes the phone off his ear to look at the Caller ID again, squinting at the bright light. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Dom jolted at your voice, the concern in his voice ever so clear, afraid that you might not be okay.

“And I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt,” your speech slows down with every syllable, ignoring his question. The sound of his breath tickles your ear, making you squirm a little. On the other line, there he was, awake from his sleep, listening silently to your drunken voice, his heart breaking all over again. “(Y/N), have you been drinking?” he asks, though he knows the answer.

“You talked to her when we were together,” finally throwing the accusation you never would’ve said to his face. He finally put together why you were not yourself towards the end of the relationship, you were convinced he was cheating on you. “I never—it has always been you, only you,” you ignore him. “I promise”, he whispers softly, trying to convince you with what’s left of his heart. He wants you to believe him so badly, but he doesn't know what else to say. Pain revisits him each time he tries to convince you that you’re the only one he’s ever been in love with.

“Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter,” you laugh humourlessly, remembering all the times you wanted to be assured, to be convinced that you were the only one, but his actions suggest otherwise and your paranoia ate you alive. He didn't fight for you even when it was the last straw.

“You gave me your word,” alluding to each time he would tell you that no one else compares to you, each time he made promises about your future together. “It took you two weeks to go off and date her”, you accuse him. “I’m not with anyone,” he says under his breath, knowing you’re too drunk to remember what he says.

“(Y/N)?” Dom asks when he couldn’t hear anything from your end. “Please, can we talk, I—“ “God, I wish that you had thought this through,” you cut him off, your eyes getting heavier by the second, “before I went and fell in love with you”.

There it was. The sentence that ripped him to shreds. The idea that you might have regretted him, regretted being in love with him broke him to bits. He hadn’t realised the damage he’d done during your relationship, and what he did after your break up was unnecessary. He knew what it would look like, to be seen out with her. But he did it anyway to hurt you.

After consuming way too much alcohol, your body feels it’s full effect as your phone slips from your hand and you cave into your tired body.

He hears a loud thump on the other line.

“(Y/N)? Are you there? I—I still love you, can you hear me?”

Line’s dead.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.