So here's what you missed on "Pia goes to Dublin"
- ten minutes away from home. Did I pack my phone charger? It's not in my– no wait, I probably packed in the carry on. I'll check when I stop to buy lunch
- I have forgotten my charger
- Okay, I have time, quick pit stop to buy a charger on the way out to the airport
- What the fuck is this parking?
- What do you mean I can't take my clearly carry on designed bag on the plane? OF COURSE YOU CHANGED THE ALLOWED DIMENSIONS
- FINE CHECK IT
- We are going through HEL
- If anyone needs running tips, I suggest a mad dash around the Edinburgh terminal
- WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG HOW ARE WE 30 MINUTES LATE
- Screw the leap card, I'll get it tomorrow
- Where is my bag?
- Can this kid sTOP TOUCHING EVERY BAG?
- No seriously, where is my bag?
- wHY IS MY BAG APPARENTLY STILL IN EDINBURGH???
- I'll get it tomorrow? Press X to doubt.
- I have never loved being almost bowled over in the streets as much as I loved being almost bowled over by @loup-malin
- The realization that I have... the clothes on my back and the contents of my purse. But sure, I'll get the luggage tomorrow. Double press X to doubt
- "Yes, hello ma'am, I am calling regarding your delayed luggage, we have still not located it."
- Dublin decided summer is overrated and went straight to fall. I developed a lifelong friendship with a yellow umbrella
- Shoutout to my insurance company who helped me out on a fucking Friday afternoon right before closing so that I could start getting clothes and a replacement bag and a fucking toothbrush
- Shoutout to all of Loup's colleagues for being amazing, the singalong at Reilley's (a.k.a trauma soothing setlist for millennials) will live forever in my memory
- Shoutout to Finn the would be king of Finland at Smyth's who not only helped me find a gift for my nephew but also let me ramble about Finnish history
- "Yes, hello again, ma'am, we have located your luggage. It will be rerouted on Monday. Oh, you will already have left Dublin? Okay, we'll just send it home to you."
- Chester Beatty Library, because nothing is as satisfying as a really nice illuminated manuscript
- Ice cream at Murphy's and a singalong in the swing (thank you, thank you, we'll be here all week only we won't)
- Drury Buildings. Seriously. Amazing cocktails, incredible food. An accidentally broken glass
- Walking to the hotel singing American Pie and Times They Are A-Changing because of course
- Loup. Amazing friend, talented bean, the Bojan to my Käärijä, provider of hotel wine and French chocolate, the sister I never got
Dublin, you were one hell of an adventure.
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I would perhaps generally advise caution regarding any instance of one's brain suggesting it is obvious that the (often more male- and higher class-coded) paid professional version of a thing must represent a higher skill level than the typically-unpaid non-professional version of the thing, especially where it concerns people whose position was/is not constructed and compensated as professional who nevertheless learned the skill intensively from a young age and who were relied upon to use it frequently throughout their lives to serve actual needs.
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webcomic rec of the day:
Kill the Villainess
Plot: I reincarnated in a novel inside the body of a villainess named Elise who poisoned herself when her fiancé, the prince, married her childhood friend, the maid Helena. From the moment I realized this, I had only one goal. Escape from the world in this novel. To succeed, however, I must play the part of "Elise" and die her foretold death, even as the events of the novel start to change.
Comment: Oh, man. I've heard many good things of this webcomic to the point where I was annoyed and refused to read it out of spite. However, one day spite was not enough to keep me away and I gave it a try and now I have to admit, yes, it more than deserves its praise.
In a genre full of villainesses turning out to be good guys, getting the man and the happy ending in their new world, this story breaks convention. It doesn't just linger on the passing trauma of transmigrating into a new world, it makes it the core theme. On top of that, without spoiling too much, this story never loses sight of its start. Too often these stories get caught up in adding yet another villain and conspiracy, shifting the goals ever so slightly, but Kill the Villainess says this is a story about death and holds to its promise. This, of course, doesn't mean there isn't a happy ending.
Also, I'd die for Anakin and not just because he's called Anakin. In a world of golden haired red eyes Male Leads, he's a knight in shining armor.
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Thronebreaker is such good writing
it would have been easy to portray Meve as this awe-inducing force of nature, badass queen (and don't get me wrong, she is) but it's every time the narrator shows us her moments of weakness - a trembling arm, a shaky breath, tears being blinked back, questioning her decisions - that i truly lose it.
kuddos to the writers for turning me absolutely feral about this woman
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What do you think of Findis's birth?
The firstborn of Indis/Finwe
Maybe they were glad she is a girl, so not much of a threat to Feanor's heirship
Her name is their shipname. Straight up their shipname
Must have been wild, the pressure
Anon, I must admit that I rarely consider Findis at all.
I do have a vague (and second- or third-hand) impression that one of Finwe's rationales to remarry was because he had a son but no daughters. And based on that I would project at least Feanor's emotional trajectory as:
All-consuming bitterness about them having any children, cognitively because they bought their child with Miriel's live and subconsciously because if Finwe can replace Miriel then logic dictates that Feanor himself is replaceable-- and then
The kind of bitterness that'a self-loathing he can't even look at head-on, because Indis survives and what does that say about Feanor, about Miriel-- and then
Thank goodness it's a girl and Finwe finally has his daughter and there's no need for them to have more kids. Feanor can share with a (half) sister. That's bearable. That's limited. He can work with a sister. Maybe some day he could love a--
And the Indis announces her second pregnancy. 🙃
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Thinking about the sistina line that goes "l'equilibrio per noi sopra fili e rasoi"...I love you deconstructed figurative expressions...
This is the "we can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire" line. Translated, it means "balance for us, (like) on top of wires and razors"
There's a figure of speech in italian, "essere sul filo del rasoio" - "to be on the edge of a razor", which I'm pretty sure has about the same meaning as being on a kinfe's edge. Basically, to be in a complicated situation. The deconstruction of it is brilliant - "filo" doubles as the edge of the blade and as an apt translation for wire, and then razor calls to mind the full expression, which perfectly represents the idea of standing precariously on a very very thin surface. The previous statement makes it sound effortless: "balance, to us" - to them, to cats, it's as easy as breathing.
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