#the plough

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Le grand chariot (Philippe Garrel, 2023)

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I think I made the list before but I can't find it. So I made a new one since I just finished reading Beidou/the Plough

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The Slow Burn romance is really slow but I love every single little bits of relationship development in every ship so far. Also the payoff is so good! I also love the banter in every one of her books. Very satisfying to read!

Tsundere shou! ( Not always but I think Shen Qiao, Tang Fan, Cui Buqu are these types and also Ling Shu to a certain degree) Though they're under the same category, they're portrayed as very different in personalities and I can't get enough of them. Their respective gong are also very unique and cunning in their own way when it comes to making the shou admit their feelings!

Cross dressings! Hilarity ensues!

Solving mysteries! be it crime investigation, treasure hunting, political machinations, unmasking evil cult or even ruining evil cultivators plan to rule the world etc.

Strong women side characters. Also if they're among the very beautiful then they usually are either evil and end up dead or they find a way out of their predicament on their own.

Spoiler alert: the betrayal! We need at least one scene of either true betrayal (looking at you, Yan Wushi!) or it was just an act (Peerless, the Plough) or qi deviation (Shen Shang)

The last few chapters at least one or both of the main characters fight to the brink of death and yeah their love for each other is reaffirmed because of this but...that's not the true ending though! Go read that in the extras!

I've read 5 series of hers so far and I like them all very much.

Thousand Autumns

14th year of Chenghua

Peerless

Estranged

The Plough

Have Bu Tian Gang on my shelf already. Might start on that next, or All under heaven.

[abwatt]

Sun in Taurus I (19-29 April)

The Sun enters Taurus I on April 19, 20242 at 10:00 am EDT, and stays until April 29 at 4:29 pm EDT. Austin Coppock called this decan The Plough, which makes a nice contrast with the Greek goddess whom the Alexandrians honored at this time of year, Charis the bathing attendant of Aphrodite and the first of the Three Graces. T. Susan Chang called it Sacred Doubt as she showed its connections to…

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A moonlit Bigsweir Bridge, Wye Valley with Ursa Major ( The Plough) rising in its Winter orientation

📸 Tim Scanlan Photography

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Shine the light

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I think it says a lot about kaz brekker as a character that when he was nine years old he watched his father get crushed underneath a plough forcin ghim to leave his home and move to another city and it's only like the third most traumatising thing to happen to him

maybe not even because that boy went through some shit in those books

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Feral 😈

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Chevrolet Fleetside Pickup with Spirit of America package, 1976. By the Bicentennial year the Spirit of America package was available more widely. The C10 is also fitted with a Meyer Snow Plough.

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Eric Ravilious (British, 1903-1942), Mount Caburn, 1935. Watercolour and pencil on paper, 18½ x 23¼ in.

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Flynn likes to be involved with everything I do. If he sees me crouch down to look at something &/or pick it up, he likes to come & inspect it as well. In case it's interesting. Or edible. Or both.

In this case, I'd found a fossil. According to Flynn this falls in the "Not Interesting" category but he gave it a polite sniff all the same. Like I politely praise him when he finds & shows me puddles & molehills. We humour each other.

Such a teeny tiny fossil! It's one of the smallest I've found. Probably at least 420 million years old, which is just completely wild.

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Ilmarinen ploughing the Viper-field (1928) by Akseli Gallen-Kallela (1865-1931), is one of the Kalevala frescoes in the National Museum of Finland.

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Le grand chariot (Philippe Garrel, 2023)

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Every time I start reading a new series of Meng Xi Shi, I keep thinking, "Damn this pairing has the best banter I've ever read." And then I reread parts of Thousand Autumns and I have the same feeling again😂

Now I'm shipping Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang so hard. About 50% into the Plough atm. Don't want this to end so soon!

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Sun in Taurus I - Charis

The Sun enters Taurus I on 20 April 2023 at 4:14 am EDT — a part of the sky that Austin Coppock named The Plough, as a place strongly associated with the process of doing work now to enjoy delayed gratification later. T. Susan Chang recognizes this part of the sky as associated with the 4 of Disks — the management and control of wealth within and through the tools of urbanization and…

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Angsty story idea I just had:

Wild is feeling homesick for the home he had before the calamity and before he drew the Master Sword. All the other Links have their places of origin and he wants to know his own. He asks Flora but she doesn’t know where his home was. She only knew him at the castle. He prays to Hylia to show him his home.

Later, the Chain's in his Hyrule and they’re riding horses somewhere and Wild sees a ruined house out in the wilderness surrounded by blue nightshade (which is the symbolic flower of BotW/TotK Link). He realizes that this is his home and he ends up having a long memory of some of his life as a child living there.

He then finds something from that old time like a buried chest of valuables his family buried before the Calamity for safekeeping.

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Burning Bridges

“I am Kalrose, commander of the Second Armada of the Akaviri. We are on our way to a peacekeeping operation in the Pegasus cluster. Humanity is not our enemy, but it will be if you continue to detain us in your piss puddle agrarian star system. Step away from the FTL launcher and no one will die. Remain in front and we will plow through your craft. Either way you will not stop us.”

The human freighter acting as a makeshift gate in front of the launcher did not move. If anything, it centered itself more, in order to better face the Akaviri flagship head on.

Then it broadcasted back.

“Your ‘peacekeeping mission’ in the Pegasus cluster is a genocide. We will not stand back and let you commit this atrocity. We may not have the men or the ships to destroy your fleet, but we don’t need to destroy your fleet in order to keep you from reaching the battlefield. Our piss puddle’s name is ‘Zion.’ In time, you will call it ‘Home.’”

Kalrose barely had time to ponder the nature of that threat when the launcher fired up. The EM readings on his ship went mad, and in that brief fraction of a second, he realized he’d miscalculated. Gravely.

He didn’t know how many thousands of safety protocols had been bypassed, but the amount of power flowing to the gravitational core in the center of the launcher was easily nine times larger than the maximum rating. A micro singularity formed within the space lens, and cladding ripped itself off the hull before spiraling at near light speeds around the artificial black hole.

Kalrose had always imagined such a catastrophe as something like a fireball, reds and oranges, lots of shrapnel and clanging. Upon seeing it in person, he realized how foolish that was.

Red glows were for pokers left in hot coals. This was, for one brief moment, a star fueled on steel. It was never going to be orange.

It could only be white.

The accretion disk condensed further, the energy of the reactions happening near it somehow fueling the gravitational anomaly at the center. His comm system moved into a death scream as the material’s blackbody radiation moved past the x-ray spectrum, pure friction converting the material to energy more efficiently than even a fusion reactor could manage. The heat generated finally caused a full structural collapse, the spine of the station melting enough to wrap the whole barrel of the launcher around the spiraling singularity, twirling it in loops like thread around a spool. The reaction was accelerating now, even without electricity being able to fuel the gravitational collapse, the radiation pressure alone managing to hold the system in a highly fragile state of tensegrity. He recognized the feedback loop that was happening, radiation fueling gravity, gravity fueling radiation, on and on until-

There was no air for noise in space, but he could almost imagine the roar that the expanding cloud of ionized metal should have made as it blew past. There it was. The end of the loop. It had run out of matter to feed on, so without a balance to the compressive force it expanded outwards.

He was fortunate that the explosion was violent enough to atomize the particles. Even a fragment the size of a grain of sand would’ve been enough to take down his flagship. As a lone ion, it could be deflected by the same magnetic field that kept the crew safe during FTL jumps.

He stared numbly at the monitor.

One third of the Akaviri fleet, stranded in a farming system. Not even a shot fired.

He realized that the comm system’s scream had been replaced with the quiet pulse of an incoming broadcast. He accepted it without question, too lost to even be angry.

“Take your time recovering your senses. When you’re ready, just send us a message back. We’re going to need every hand we can on the harvest. There’s no one out there we can reach for help after this. It’s just...Us.”