#but magic itself is not the same thing

[wiedzmacienia]

Would you rather give up your magic to live a normal life, or keep your magic and never hold any genuine human connections? (There's no anon option, so I guess I have to be called out lol.)

eyes narrow in the light of the campfire, wood crackling and heat meeting her skin that's made it crawl for centuries yet she can not move with the young boy who's head lays on her lap having fallen asleep (she imagined she'd have to carry him back to his tent at some point). maybe she shouldn't have come here, even if the knightley boys had asked her to when she'd been to see beth. they'd found a few soldiers they'd felt able to confide in about themselves, soldiers who seemed to accept them once one of them had used his powers to save the other, and it's from this that such a question has been brought forth. she knows it is not out of malice and yet, it still awakens something deep within her. a memory she's locked away for ages in the depths of her soul. maybe they think her standoffish because she is so much less open than the boys. but she can not afford to be like them when she must direct her forces by the day. these boys were young. too young and had yet to truly understand the world even if they were serving in an army now let alone understand magic or it's role in the world.

there was one day, no, a mere few hours within her life that katarzyna had wished she could have shed her magic from her body and lived a so called normal life. that she could have been as human as the rest of her village. the moment men who had been smiling at the children just the day before entered their home with violence and tore her and her brother from their beds, binding them and dragging them outside. when she had screamed for her brother as wooden posts had been erected. there had been no trial or recourse. no amount of pleading for their lives had halted them from being beaten for speaking the foul words of creatures they'd said. it had been them who had brought the plague upon them they believed. yet was it not the twins whom only sought to save an elderly woman from the pain of such plague? fires had been lit and pain seared their bodies and in those moments she wished they could have been anything but what they were. for to have been born as such had been their death sentence.

but then they had been reborn from the ashes and her whole world view had been shaken. her parents had given of themselves to bring them back and she no longer saw her power as something to shy away from. her parents had believed in magic. had believed in the worth of her and her brother and what they could bring to the world. and she vowed to never seek to be anything but what she was again.

to never be weak and powerless again.

greenish-blue hues move over the fire and meet the human speaking to her. was she not making a human connection now? perhaps once she believed being what she was separated her from the human world. perhaps in the respect that she lived longer than humans it did. but this war and the people she had begun to meet made her begin to question such. maybe making connections with humans wasn't about how long you knew them or preventing one's self from becoming close because of the eventual loss but the value of the time spent with them. no, she did not think having magic equated to a lack of forming human connections, genuine ones. not if she didn't allow it to.

after all, while it had never been the intention, she cared for-- no, she could acknowledge it was more than that now as she ran her hand through the young boy's curls, she held a motherly love for auggie in a way she had never believed she could possess before-- and tended to the human child more often than not these days. sometimes the intensity of which she believed she would protect the boy scared even her for if there was a choice between him and someone else, she held no doubt of what she would choose even if it could mean burning the world in the process. but did her love toward the boy not equate to a genuine connection? and was her magic not the very thing which could allow her to protect him? was such love not a normal part of life?

"why can i not have both?" she questions, gaze drifting over the man's shoulder to see the major approaching. ah, perhaps she would not have to carry auggie back to his tent herself after all. still, she continues, looking back at the questioning soldier without care for the major hearing her words, for they were truth and she would not deny her connection to the boy at this point even if she has no idea what it would look like once this war was done.

"is there some book of rules which state i can not have magic and hold connections with humans who i love? that i can not still have something of a normal life with them?" and with that she looks down upon auggie and begins to shift him gently without waking him, picking him up so that his head falls to her shoulder. strangely, the heat of the campfire seems to affect her less, a different kind of warmth washing over her as she raises from their perch on the log and moves to meet tallmadge. "come to collect the little terror? i think him, cora, and furgus just about defeated half the soldiers in camp charging them while wearing your helmet today."

@honorhearted

[moe-broey]

One thing they don't tell you about the Senshi tulpa that WILL inevitably manifest in your mind to tell you to eat better is that. Every time I make myself a coffee via kuerig instantly, I can hear him. Lamenting the fact that I have become so accustomed to convenience and ease that even a standard coffee machine has become foreign to me. I am thinking about how to make coffee without use of a machine in the first place, I am wondering where my french press went, I can see him. In my mind. Showing me how to make coffee in The Dungeon. Dungeon Coffee.

[dandeyrain]

i genuinely don't mean this in a like. condescending way. but reading people talk about how Confusing and Nonsensical and Overpacked boy and the heron is make me feel insane. every single plot point is clearly spelled out; frankly, one of my only critiques of the movie is that i wish they'd left some of it LESS clear. yes, the second half is rich in dreamlike fantasy, but the story never breaks its own rules, and before every major reveal in the fantasy world theres an extremely obvious explanation — almost too on the nose to even call it foreshadowing — from somebody. like i just don't understand how anybody finds it impossibly confusing and weird and bad to engage with

[personal-breeze]

perfectionist class president who becomes a knight upon transforming

[cubedmango]

episode 7 // movie

[anaalnathrakhs]

wait, 8 years old kid, you can be alone all day but we'll drive all the mandatory stuff ourselves! wait, 12 years old kid, you're too independant! wait, 14 years old kid, come sit with us instead! wait, 17 years old kid, i'll take the car and pick you up 800 meters away from home! wait, 18 years old kid, don't you know how difficult and hard and painful it was for us when you didn't do activities you don't like with us, back then!

wait, 18 years old kid, i don't understand why you're not more independant if you want it so badly, after all it's normal at your age!

[niteshade925]

I can see how the regional phenomena in totk is basically totk's version of a modern 4 horsemen of the apocalypse: pollution (the sludge), addiction (marbled rock roast), climate change (the extreme blizzard; admittedly this one is a bit of a stretch), and pestilence/infectious disease (the giant mosquito boss and the undead gibdo). Which, hey, references to real life issues, great, but what I didn't like so much was how you can just solve puzzles and fight bosses--basically have a handful of big name heroes running around doing tasks--and the water will magically clear up, the addicts will magically become normal people again, the extreme storms will magically dissipate, and the pestilence will magically disappear. Real life does not work that way. I know, I know, it's a game why you taking it so seriously blah blah, but I'm just saying, we have to remember that for any of these problems to be solved, it takes a lot of effort and cooperation from a lot of people to accomplish, and that's definitely an understatement.

[jacqcrisis]

Biologists: yeah that 'nazca alien' has no way to move and no way to breathe. Looks like someone cobbled it together without remembering joints and lungs exist

The truthers on r/aliens: HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU RUSSIAN PSY-OP DEBUNK BOT?????

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Sighhh every time i play Impostors Enemies Among Us i think it's about how everyone is susceptible to possession and every time i forget it's about blood magic again

[applepies-and-starlight]

Hi mootie, pls share one hc you don’t share often but you love it regardless c:

The headcanons I love the most happen to be the most batshit insane ones... this is especially so for the Pjmoon hcs

Anyway one of those hcs is that the msgical girls used to be LobCorp agents who died and got tossed into the Well to make new abnormalities (and, in Library of Ruina, eventually take on a strange sort of familiar-summoner relationship... similar to a kwami-wielder relationship from Miraculous now that I think about it)

[neriyon]

Not all who wander are lost - Gridania

Old Gridania │ Stillglade Fane │ Leatherworkers' Guild │ Westshore Pier

"First time in a big city was rather shocking for a boy who grew beneath the Shroud's trees. Hyurs, elezen, and even fellow miqo'te, just going on about their day. Living so close together. With a little push from Miounne, I made it through the first few days and got accepted to study conjury.

Stillglade Fane became another home, countless hours spent on it's calm silence, trying to hear even the faintest whisper of the elementals like our mentors had taught us. Or just reading book upon book, scroll upon scroll of past knowledge of herbs and aether.

It all seems like a lifetime away. I've since seen lands I couldn't have even imagined while still an apprentice. Seen sights only mentioned in books, made everlasting friendships. Learnt to draw upon the power in myself and others.

Offering my help to all who need it."

[thegeekyartist]

It's 2am so I get to be a hater:

I hate crossovers and I ✨hate✨ musical episodes!!

[fernsehn]

You can basically bet your life on the fact that as soon as a tv show/movie starts to deal with explicit themes and ideas of christianity, it employs the most infantile concepts and perspectives on and of those ideas.

Which is such a shame to anybody who has ever embarked on a spiritual (christian or other) path that goes beyond a childish belief system and digs deeper into mysticism etc..

Those movies/tv shows aren't "wrong"... In a way, they just copy the prevalent concept of non-believers what it means to belief in a "christian" god ...or whatever. Mostly it's a a very strict black/white belief structure that's typical for what you believe as a child. You could also argue that many who call themselves practicing christians, never go beyond that stage.

The actual more mature, more chaotic, more complex B E L I E F s are so much more interesting and complicated.

Faith in many/most cases isn't just a dumb excuse to ease yourself into accepting death LOL. I mean...yes, there are a lot of dumb christians but ...that level of idiocy is reserved for the infantile bunch with their ongoing projection of daddy issues onto god and their obsession with formalities and whatnot. Anyway...people do not only trick themselves into some shit. They all know that death will come for them. What makes them believe is a freedom in the here and now that is not fixated on the idea of paradise or ressurrection (which is a thing that noone can fully grasp in any detail) AFTER death, necessarily. A freedom rooted in a deep sense of belonging, not to a group or even a set of rules. But a belonging to the whole, to everyone and everything. ;-)

[cbrosa-archived]

my 14 year old newphew is not a billy truther. his faves are will, max, el and lucas. however, he did feel sad for him after the first scene of him and neil in S2. he also hates mike, post S3 dustin, angela, jason, vecna and suzie 🤣

he even questions the ridiculous PR fuss about eddie this year lmao but that's another story.

the fact that he was like 12 when he told me that billy getting killed like that ''wasn't fair even when he saved those dumb ass kids!", yes those were his exact words

[cesium-sheep]

I was talking with one of my more casual friends about covid and he casually mentions “oh yeah the dominant variant just kind of bypasses vaccines and natural immunity” and it’s like Wow I’m Gonna Set Something On Fire

to reiterate for the people in the back: vaccines are not a magic shield and never have been. they’re also not even a viable option for everyone (like me!). behaving as if they are excludes those who cannot safely get vaccinated/boosted from society and endangers everyone including yourself. There’s Still A Pandemic.

[svnnykokoro]

When;; when I grow up and end up making fictional stories for a living I don't wanna write some ordinary YA teen romance shiz and slap some like vampires or dragons in it and call it fantasy when 80% of it is just the female lead doing the do with the abusive rich brooding male lead I am going to write a book about a diverse group of time travellers randomly crashing into cishet white conservative male Collin's front lawn in the middle of the night while hurriedly discussing something about "the mines" and waking up poor Collin for him to see that a bunch of teenagers (?) Dressed in strange clothing are attempting to come up with solutions to heal the underground crystallized eels that came to life on an alien planet and then for the time travellers outside to realise that the man who owns the house they crashed into was listening and end up having to string poor Collin along in case the pearl prophecies of zone E3 was mentioning Collin in the post-it prophecy and for romance maybe Collin can discover he's ace along the way or something like I just made up this premise now and that's a billion times better than whatever Colleen Hoover could cook up I don't care if it doesn't instantly become booktok famous in the first 5 weeks or whatever I'm going to write whatever fantasy stuff I want where the stupid abusive rich prince gets thrown into the puddle of shadow snakes to rot for all eternity