#webnesday

[superfluouskeys]

wip actually wednesday! ♥

I was certainly not tagged by non-tumblr-user @menzosarres in my personal favorite form of social media, being snapchatted a tumblr post, but anyway, I have chosen to bother you all with more original thing because it's been awhile and also I want to and it makes me happy :) I'm also sharing two snippets bc see above :) and also the sections are related but my transitional sections in this part are a bit of a mess rn LOL.

I really need a better sorting system this is starting to become egregious.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

I'm doing a cop-out and saying if you want to do the thing pls feel free to consider yourself tagged!

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“Back already, Sister?”

Tamsin startles.  Althea turns with poise and grace.  The owner of the voice is not nearly so imposing in her stature as Althea, but no less regal in her countenance.  Her flaxen hair is arranged delicately around her shoulders, accentuating the delicate shape of her face.  She wears a dress of deep red that appears to Tamsin a bit more fashionable than what Althea prefers, fitted at the waist and flared out down to her ankles.

“Sister Maren,” Althea nods cordially.  “There was an unexpected development.”

Maren’s sharp eyes fall upon Tamsin.  “So I see.”

“May I introduce Tamsin of Godsplace?” says Althea.

Tamsin glances nervously between them.  “Uh.  Pleased to meet you.”

She attempts a surpassingly awkward curtsey.  Maren’s thin-lipped smile exudes haughty derision.

“Yes,” says Maren.  “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“So, as you can see, I’ll need to take her to get settled in and find someone who’s available to initiate her.”

Maren hums, a short, affected sound.  “I can teach her,” she says, with a sharp-eyed glance toward Tamsin, “if you want it done properly.”

Althea laughs.  “I think I’d prefer that our newest student survive her first week.”

Maren’s brow twitches in subtle annoyance at the jab.  “Suit yourself,” she says primly.  “But don’t come crying to me when Sister Helie teaches her whatever it is she’s calling proper form these days.”

“Did you need something, Maren?” Althea asks her evenly.

Maren scoffs.  “And here I thought I was coming to greet an old friend,” she replies mildly.  “Yes, as it happens, but I didn’t know you’d have company.  Come and find me, when you can spare the time.”

She turns to leave without waiting for an answer, her red skirts twirling dramatically around her.  Before she gets very far, though, she stops abruptly and turns back toward Tamsin.  “Oh, and,” she begins, and then curtseys low, curling her hand into a fist somewhere near her heart.  “Well come and well met, little sister.”

Tamsin watches her go in stunned silence.

“Well,” says Althea, with muted amusement.  “What a welcome.  Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

She sets off with surety, and Tamsin is left to scramble after her.

“Is she really a teacher?” Tamsin wonders, for lack of a better way to begin.  Tamsin does not have much experience with teachers, but the small handful of schoolteachers in Godsplace are all kind, if somewhat harried women, all but one among them (who but recently began as a sort of apprentice) much older and married with children.

Tamsin supposes Maren could be much older than she appears, but she certainly doesn’t have the air of patience Tamsin would expect from a teacher.  Tamsin wonders if teachers are very different here at the Academy.

“You doubt her suitability?” Althea wonders, still with that lilt of amusement about her voice.

“Oh, no, I only—“

“It’s understandable, but I assure you Sister Maren is an excellent teacher, and has an excellent heart besides.  Her style, however, is…not for the faint of heart, shall we say.”

“That was sort of what I was wondering about,” says Tamsin.

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough,” says Althea. 

==

Whatever Tamsin is expecting, Teacher Helie is not it.  She is noticeably slight of frame, particularly set against Althea, not quite plump but with an air of softness about her, and the silvery blonde of her hair and eyelashes gives her the look of one lightly dusted with the morning dew.  She greets Tamsin in the same way Maren did, except that it is not the same at all.  The curtsey, the gesture, and the words all bear the conviction of deepest sincerity.

“Tamsin cannot see the Gift thus far,” Althea tells Helie, “and it’s my impression she still doubts me when I tell her she possesses it at all.”

Tamsin ducks her head, embarrassed, although the words are true.

“Oh, dear,” says Helie gently, reaching out for Tamsin’s hands, “we Forgotten must never bow our heads in shame!”  Her voice matches her countenance, soft and sweet, and with the lilt of an accent Tamsin does not recognize.  When Tamsin takes her hands and looks up, she notices that Helie’s eyes are unusually pale, as though painted with the same brush as her hair and lashes.

Helie smiles kindly and squeezes Tamsin’s hands.  “Every Gift, big or small, is precious,” she says, with the same heart-wrenching conviction as well come and well met.  “And I believe that no Gift is an accident.”  She leans in, almost conspiratorial.  “The Gift wants to be used, you see.  Even the tiniest sliver of magic, in the right hands, may one day take the world by storm.”

“See?  Just as I’ve been saying,” says Althea, pleased, but restrained as ever.  “And with that, I shall leave you in Sister Helie’s capable hands.”  To Tamsin’s surprise, Althea then mimics the greeting the others have bestowed upon her.  Althea’s version is not sarcastic, but neither is it effusive.  Althea makes the gesture seem somehow ordinary, as though it were the way one should always expect to be greeted.  “Well come and well met, little sister,” she says with a regal curtsey.  “If there’s anything you need, your teachers can likely provide it, but nevertheless, please do not hesitate to seek me out.”

“Ah,” Helie sighs musically when Althea closes the door behind her.  “Forgive me for saying so, Tamsin, but you must really have left an impression on Sister Althea.”  She chuckles lightly.  “Normally she doesn’t like to be sought out by anyone.”

Tamsin picks at her skirt self-consciously.  “She could have just been saying that to be polite.”

Helie laughs.  It is a bright, joyful sound.  “Believe me when I tell you, Sister Althea doesn’t 'just say' anything.  And certainly not for the sake of politeness!”

Helie leads her to the front of the classroom, and pushes some of the frontmost desks out of the way.  “Now,” she begins.  “I’m sure Althea’s told you, but just to reiterate, it’s not at all unusual to be unable to see the Gift at first, particularly if you were raised in an environment where magic was not commonplace.”  She taps her temple.  “Our eyes can play tricks on us, you see.  We see what we expect to see, and our very minds are wont to ignore what doesn’t make sense to us.”

Tamsin considers this.  The statement somehow sparks both comfort and anxiety.  She wonders how much of her life she has somehow misremembered.  She wonders if perhaps there were signs that she had the Gift and she simply didn’t have the eyes to see them.  She wonders, with a sudden and intense twinge of remorse, if she could have escaped sooner, or if she’d have even thought to try.

“For those who cannot see, I find it’s best to start with feeling,” Helie continues.  “Now, don’t be discouraged if this doesn’t work right away, either.  Many of us are inclined to ignore what our bodies tell us, too.”

Tamsin lets out a breath of something like laughter.  “You make it sound a bit bleak.”

Helie considers this with a subtle furrowing of her delicate brow.  “Bleak?” she echoes.  “Oh, not at all, dear.  Perhaps you’re thinking of the time you’ve lost?  Wishing you’d realized earlier?”

Tamsin averts her gaze.  “You’ve read my mind, I’m afraid.”

Helie shakes her head.  “Whatever happened in the past, Tamsin, you’ve made it all the way here.  That is no small feat.  Where you are now is already so very different from where you started.  We Forgotten sacrifice much, but what we gain is…immeasurable.”

She holds out her hands, palms upturned, but it feels somehow different than before.  Tamsin watches her for a moment, hesitant, until Helie nods her encouragement.

Tamsin takes her hands.

She looks up, trying and failing to hide her disappointment.  She had expected something to happen.

“Close your eyes,” says Helie.

Tamsin closes her eyes.

“Take a deep breath.”

Tamsin breathes.  Her chest is tight, and she realizes only now that she is trembling.

“Another,” Helie directs.  “Breath by breath, let go of your fear.”

Tamsin breathes again.  But another voice echoes in the back of her mind, the man from the Town Square back in Godsplace.  Do you know fear?  How will you find peace?  Burn her, burn her, burn her—

Tamsin staggers back from Helie, heart racing, gasping for air, and with tears in her eyes.  “I’m sorry,” she stammers.  “I’m sorry, I really tried, I—“

“Oh, dear,” Helie soothes, with hands gently patting her arms.  “I see now.  Your power frightens you.”

Tamsin scrubs at her face, but the tears will not stop flowing.  It’s like the whole journey has come crashing back into her all at once, the horror of the screaming girl in the Square, the sorrow at the loss of a dear friend to an archaic tradition, the muted fury at the way her mother treats her, the terror at what would befall her at the whim of Teddy Page, and then--!

And then, perhaps worst of all, the hope!  The horrible, heart-rending hope that someone had come to save her at last, that everything would be different from now on--and the shame, that a nothing and a nobody should dare to want such change for herself, let alone allow herself to have it.

Tamsin covers her face, unable to stop her crying.  Helie continues patting her arms, and she speaks in a soft, soothing tone.  “It’s all right now, Tamsin,” says Helie.  “It always hurts the most before it starts to heal.  And can I tell you something else?”

Again Tamsin attempts to dry her eyes.  She sniffles miserably.  Helie withdraws, and digs a handkerchief out of her pocket, which she offers to Tamsin.

“Some people think foreswearing home and family and all that came before is the hardest part about becoming Forgotten.  And for them, that may be true.  But it’s not just about dedicating yourself to your craft, or to your sisters.”

Helie pats her shoulder again, more firmly this time.  “It’s about letting go,” she says with a smile, “of what is holding you back.”

The gravity of her words stuns Tamsin into a state of calm, and she is able to dry her eyes at last.

“Shall we try again?” Helie asks her.

Tamsin nods.

Helie moves away, back to the center of the space, giving Tamsin room to follow her.  Tamsin watches the way she holds herself, the way she presents her hands to Tamsin, like there is some sort of strength flowing through her arms, even though Helie doesn’t look remotely like the sort of person one would consider physically strong.

Tamsin tries to imitate Helie’s posture, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath before she approaches to take Helie’s hands.

“I can see what you’re thinking,” says Helie with a wry smile.  “You don’t want that to happen again.  But it might.”

Tamsin falters.  She withdraws her hands, and so does Helie.

“You have a lot of pain,” says Helie kindly.  “I’d guess it’s pain you barely even knew was there.  It won’t just go away like that.”

“Then…” says Tamsin uncertainly, “what should I do?”

“Let it all in,” says Helie.  Again, she presents her hands.  “The pain, yes.  But also the joy.”

Tamsin nods.  She takes Helie’s hands, and closes her eyes like before.

“Breathe in,” says Helie.  “Feel your fear, your sorrow, your anger.  Then breathe out, and let it go.”

Tamsin breathes in.  It’s like being outside in the dead of winter.  Her chest aches, and she is still trembling.  Dozens of burnings flash before her eyes, each one the same, each one an injustice.  Her cheeks burn with the shame of her namelessness, her ingratitude toward the woman who didn’t have to raise her, even in spite of everything Mrs. Burkow did and said.  Whatever Tamsin imagined in the recesses of her mind, she had always expected to lead an unremarkable existence.

But Tamsin is no longer unremarkable.  And it no longer matters that she has no family and no name.  Tamsin is here because Keeper Althea saw something in her that no one else ever could.  Tamsin is here because she has the Gift, because Althea believes she has the Gift, and so she must have the Gift, because, because—

Tamsin gasps, and she almost withdraws her hands, almost opens her eyes.  She feels…something, like a tingle beneath her hands, like some sort of invisible energy is radiating from Helie’s palms, real enough to touch.  She holds on tighter, as though she could get more of the feeling just by pressing down, but the tingle remains subtle, distant, like the fleeting remnants of a wonderful dream.

“Do you feel it?” Helie whispers, but there is a smile in her voice.  She already knows the answer.

“Yes,” Tamsin breathes.  Again there are tears in her eyes, but she isn’t embarrassed.  These are tears of joy.

[snazzyladreal]

WABBLE WEBNESDAY

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[molegato]

It's #WireframeWednesday! Or is it... webnesday? 🕸️

Spiders are not coming back for Frogun Encore, which depending on who you ask, is a good thing! Consider adding it to your wishlist!

[cheyla-v]

What time during webnesday is your usual update schedule? could you please inform us?

I normally update my fics at midnight EST. That being said, I haven’t posted the MXTX fic I planned on posting today yet because a) I’m on vacation and traveling, so everything’s a bit out of whack, and b) I’m sick or I’m dealing with an allergic reaction to something I ate, so I haven’t really been at my computer today so far.

[9cl]

Its Stomp People Webnesday!

[troidaygios]

Hôm nay tâm trạng không được tốt lắm, ba thì ngày nào cũng nhậu say về, đi làm về không chịu về sớm mà nhậu nhẹt rồi về trễ. Mẹ đã bệnh chồng bệnh, mệt mỏi vô cùng. Không giúp được gì cả, chỉ mong mẹ mau đỡ hơn vì nhà sắp thành không phải là nhà nữa rồi. Nhà cửa không ai dọn, chỉ mình mình dọn. Chán cảnh này lắm rồi

Webnesday, 31.1.2024

[chaotic-symphony]

i wish the semester was over already im tired of spending my Monday and webnesday mornings trying to convince myself to get out of bed on time

[hobbyspacer]

The Space Show this week - Mar.6.2023

The guests and topics of discussion on The Space Show this week: 1. SPECIAL SHOW: Tuesday, Mar. 7, 2023; 9:30 am PST (11:30 am CST, 12:30 pm EST): We welcome Dr. Heinrich Pas on his new book, The One: How An ancient Idea Holds The Future Of Physics . 2. Tuesday, Mar. 7, 2023; 7 pm PST (9 pm CST, 10 pm EST): Dr. Alan Hale returns regarding comments, astronomy and much more. Alan co-discovered the Hale-Bopp comet. 3. Hotel Mars - Wednesday, Mar. 8, 2023; 1:00 pm PST (3:00 pm CST, 4:00 pm EST): TBD. Check the Upcoming Show Menu at www.thespaceshow.com for  updates on scheduling. 4. Friday, Mar.10, 2023; 9:30-11 am PST (11:30 am-1 pm CST, 12:30-2 pm EST): We welcome Fabian Alefeld on the economics of space and the tech fueling it. Fabian is with Additive Minds and hosts the EOS podcast. 5. Sunday, Mar.12, 2023; 12-1:30 pm PST (2-3:30 pm CST, 3-4:30 pm EST): Open Lines program. Call and let us know what is on your mind. Call 866-687-7223 Some recent shows: ** Sunday, Mar.6.2023 - Dr. Ajay Kothari discussed "his perspective on the need for all of us to be in space, engage in commerce, science, all of it". https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3994-BWB-2023-03-05.mp3 ** Friday, Mar.3.2023 - Laura Montgomery discussed ... the Oct. 1, 2023 expiring commercial space moratorium and what it represents. Plus we talked legal concepts for space settlement and much more. https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3993-BWB-2023-03-03.mp3 ** Hotel Mars - Wednesday, Mar.1.2023 - Eric Berger gave an update to John Batchelor and Dr. David Livingston "on Starship and other matters of importance, urgency, and interest". https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3992-BWB-2023-03-01.mp3 ** Tuesday, Feb.28.2023 - Dr. Namrata Goswami provided a "detailed look at China and their comprehensive quest for power including space power, America's response and leadership concerns, lunar development and return, technology, AI, robotics, 3 D printing and much more". https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3991-BWB-2023-02-28.mp3 ** Sunday, Feb.26.2023 - Joe Carroll came "this time to talk seriously about orbital debris issues". https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3990-BWB-2023-02-26.mp3 ** Hotel Mars - Webnesday, Feb.22.2023 - Anatoly Zak of  RussianSpaceWeb.com gives John Batchelor and Dr. David Livingston an update on the Russian space station plans for 2027. In addition, we talked about U.S. commercial stations, the use of LEO and competition in LEO, Russia's focus on a polar orbit and why for its station, the commercial station science park model, government subsidies and what that might do to support or hinder commercial station growth and commerce. https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3989-BWB-2023-02-22.mp3 ** Tuesday, Feb.21.2023 - Clayton Mowry described the volution of commercial launch and satellite industry, transformational changes, volume to orbit, mass, fairing size makes a difference, commercial space stations, BLEO commercial applications in cislunar, space hotel economics and more. https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/3988-BWB-2023-02-21.mp3 ** See also: * The Space Show Archives * The Space Show Newsletter * The Space Show Shop The Space Show is a project of the One Giant Leap Foundation.

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[candlestar]

Sumbday

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Webnesday

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[desirockproduction]

Dreams means we desire something new and better in our lives, which will generate greater levels of excitement. Having things to look forward to in life can be very motivating.  

[cassierolee]

Happy #Webnesday 🕸from your friendly neighborhood spidergirl 🕷📸: @nerd.justin #spidergirl #anya #anyacorazon #spiderverse #spiderman #spidermancosplay #spideys #thwipthwip

[professionaldreamersz]

Solo comparte tus metas con personas que sabes que te van a motivar en tu camino. . . . #webnesday #webnesdayvibes #miercoles #mood #vibes https://www.instagram.com/p/BnD6LYsjGNm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=camfv9u51qky

[retailhellcomic]

Aaaand we’re back, folks! Sorry for the long break. Retail Hell is now back to its normal Wednesday programming!

[sitiomagico]

¿Porque todo lo que es no MUTUO resulta ser un poco TÓXICO.? ¡Buenos Días! #buenosdias #goodmorning #cafe #coffee #miercoles #webnesday #coach #coaching #arziade (en Four Lakes, Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCqNboen5dE/?igshid=16no2ohtkmdj2

[pleasanttaleexpert]

I introduce to all of Tumblr

A one week old baby. she will be named Nugget, decided by my BIL.

[lyfestylecatering]

Body image first starts with this .... #selflove #image #notadiet #more #lyfestylecatering #southflorida #miami #miamieats #eatmiami #eatmiamieat #motivation #webnesday #humpday (at Olympia Heights, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuYgctjnVGM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12uh99e2vbnda