#merit system

[jamalashley-blog]

Federalism :Many Nations–One State

BARMM DismembermentOn September 9, 2024, the Supreme Court ruled that the Province of Sulu is not a part of the Bangsa Moro Autonomous Region of Muslim Mindanao (BARMM) since the province voted against the ratification of the new Bangsamoro Organic Law in the plebiscite held on January 21, 2019. This now opens a Pandora box. Can the constituent provinces, cities, and other local government units…

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[randomprose]

title: i'll be your crybaby

tags: post-canon and post-airplane extras, fluff and humor, humor, or attempt thereof

rating / word count: Gen / 1.5K words

relationships | characters:��moshang | mbj, sqh

summary: shang qinghua thought mobei jun was crying—he was not, of course. mobei jun just got something stuck on his eye. shang qinghua goes crazy about it anyway and mobei jun, an opportunist who learned from the best, takes advantage of this.

“My king,” Shang Qinghua’s tone is urgent and so are his strides across the room to reach where Mobei Jun is, sitting on the cushions by the windows. “Who was it this time? What have they done? What do you need this servant to do? I will make sure they—” “Nothing,” Mobei Jun sighs, a little disappointed at his reaction. “Just come here. Sit.” It doesn’t exactly yield the same results as it does with Luo Binghe and his consort. Shang Qinghua, after all, is a man of action, and his immediate reaction to seeing his king in tears is to get rid of whatever caused them rather than to comfort. And so Mobei Jun takes matters into his own hands, resigned to the fact that he’ll just have to train Shang Qinghua to react accordingly. Shang Qinghua does as he’s told and Mobei Jun unabashedly pushes his head under Shang Qinghua’s chin. Mobei Jun drapes one of Shang Qinghua’s arms over his shoulder and puts his hand over his head. “M-my king?” “This king is not feeling well. Comfort him.”

[leaveharmony]

Shooing him out of the hallway with a broom yelling SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP BEFORE THEY KILL YOUR STUPID ASS TOO

[problematic-yuri-poll]

western fiction fandoms behave when your fandom is up against anime in a poll challenge (impossible)

[legionofpotatoes]

star wars outlaws

[chiraltown]

evry day when system

[retrocgads]

USA 1993

[sketchdeath22]

Oops all ocs! And also some Sherlock and Co and Mouthwashing

Mouthwashing! F- Jimmy I ain't drawin' him

[shinobicyrus]

My God they really hate everyone who isn't a straight cis white guy so fucking much.

(Source: Politico)

[books-apples-socks]

(...) Silver had terrible hard work getting up the knoll. What with the steepness of the incline, the thick tree stumps, and the soft sand, he and his crutch were as helpless as a ship in stays. But he stuck to it like a man in silence, and at last arrived before the captain, whom he saluted in the handsomest style. He was tricked out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons, hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the back of his head. “Here you are, my man,” said the captain, raising his head. “You had better sit down.” “You ain’t a-going to let me inside, cap’n?” complained Long John. “It’s a main cold morning, to be sure, sir, to sit outside upon the sand.” “Why, Silver,” said the captain, “if you had pleased to be an honest man, you might have been sitting in your galley. It’s your own doing. You’re either my ship’s cook—and then you were treated handsome—or Cap’n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!” “Well, well, cap’n,” returned the sea-cook, sitting down as he was bidden on the sand, “you’ll have to give me a hand up again, that’s all.” (...) Silver’s face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe. “Give me a hand up!” he cried. “Not I,” returned the captain. “Who’ll give me a hand up?” he roared. Not a man among us moved. Growling the foulest imprecations, he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch. Then he spat into the spring. “There!” he cried. “That’s what I think of ye. Before an hour’s out, I’ll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour’s out, ye’ll laugh upon the other side. Them that die’ll be the lucky ones.” And with a dreadful oath he stumbled off, ploughed down the sand, was helped across the stockade, after four or five failures, by the man with the flag of truce, and disappeared in an instant afterwards among the trees.

[astralleywright]

it feels weird to frame Ashton's current drive as wanting to be The Most Special and Chosen with this implication that he's being selfish or entitled with what he wants. Ashton, who can count the really good days in their life on their hands, who's been in constant pain for god knows how long. Ashton, a blank slate, deprived even of the meaning that comes from a history and identity. Ashton, deemed so worthless that even a group that called themselves the Nobodies abandoned him.

Ashton was not full and asking to feast; he was starving and asking to be fed. They weren't begging the gods to make them a champion and hand them a spell list, they just wanted someone to pick them up when they fell down for the first time in their life. instead, the gods (in any shape or form he could recognize) left him alone until the moment he become a problem for them.

of course he resents them. and of course he's grasping on to the first answers he's found, the first indication that he's ever mattered. it's fascinating to watch Ashton try to feel empowered by their world-altering burden instead of overwhelmed, and make decisions they'll think were fucking stupid in 20 episodes, and just overall try and tie his disparate parts together into one functioning whole, even if he's not really succeeding. especially if he's not really succeeding! we're not watching Ashton fly too close to the sun, asking for too much and getting burnt. we're watching them trying, clumsily and haphazardly, to pick up their broken pieces and create themselves anew.

[randomnameless]

One thing I realized when it comes to the meritocracy proposed in CF/SB is that you kind of have to get rid of crested people and Nabateans. Like Dimitri is regarded as a powerful warrior due to his crest and training‚ he would dominate any physical career (‚ not to mention Hilda as well since in GW she blocks his strike). And while I don't know the exact process of getting crests‚ first gen (non-Nabatean) crest-bearers live a really long time (Willy‚ Jeralt‚ and Yuri) with no perceived (1/2)

That's what I've been saying since day 9 lol

Crested people skew the "meritocracy" angle because, even if the game did its best to curb down the ludonarrative experience - unlike FE Jugdral where HB means an unit is better than a non HB unit - it still exists.

Flayn with her crest will always be able to heal a fractured lung by clapping in her hands, when Ignatz would need to use all of his magic because he doesn't get the "boost to healing spells" Flayn's crest gives her.

Same with extended lifespans - let it be training martially, being "wise" or even being a polyglot, by sheer virtue of having at least 200 years on "regular" humans, first gen crest bearers and nabateans would... have more knowledge than Leonie's grandma.

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Jerry questioning Rhea about bby!Billy is one of those things that, even if the 10 years of lore existed and were revealed, would never be developed because it was done at the cost of that world's consistency.

As you mentioned, regardless of Jerry knowing what Sitri was or not, Jerry knows he "oddly" older than everyone else and might have the same longevity as the Elites, he should have seen people like him around (cardinals), he lived through the Alliance's birht and Nopes reveals he was around when Rhea faked the death of the "blonde archbishop who was painted by an Adrestian and loved birds".

So unless Rhea indeed called the baby "mother" - which would not match with all the later interactions she has with Billy - there is so much "weirdness" going on with Jerry and/or around him that... suddenly being afraid of Rhea and ditching everything to become a merc with a newborn is either stupid, or plot contrived.

[chiraltown]

some of headmates

[sketchdeath22]

Howdy folks, have some art again :]

I tried to separate them by main fandom but I ain't taking a bunch of different pictures so, you know.

Sherlock and Co because the brainrot strikes more than every Tuesday can handle

Hitchhikers Guide and other h2g2 adjacent things. Also @residentialsinyomakai 's sona and Merit is creeping around here somewhere too. Oh and practicing robot designs.

System Error, my DnD character, Bug Band doodles and a single tf2 character

And some Good Omens style tests to finish! (Ignore my mini sona and my robot)