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I'm back

I was off tumblr for a long time. no logging in, no reblogging, no hearts, nothing. Total moratorium on this site, and its odd mix of beauty and frothing dross.

I promised more villains posts. I've been trying for literally weeks now to come up with exactly what I want to say about everybody.

I guess I have to do Copy Rezo now. I...this one is really hard. My opinion of Copy...I'm just going to keep calling him that, okay? has evolved a lot over time. The fact of the matter is, about eighty percent of my anger with him wasn't about him, it was about Rezo, and although we suffered differently, his particular hell was multifaceted and pretty fucking inescapable. I can understand why he was angry with ME...I think the two of us hating each other was inevitable. Inevitable, but through the lens of experience, also pretty unnecessary. It was always really about Rezo, and when even a person's antipathies ultimately come down to someone else, maybe mental schism is the best possible outcome.

Anyway, in conclusion: Copy Rezo, not evil. And I'm not angry with him anymore. I feel bad for the guy, but some people break inward and some break outward. He was the outward type; if he'd been the other kind, he might have cut his own face off with a shard of broken glass. But it would have meant the same thing as raising Zanaffar, just...sadder, I guess. Having had, roughly speaking, both urges, the adult I am can sympathize as the angry teenager couldn't.

Eris, though, was a terrible person. Legit. No amount of fucking eleventh hour sobbing should blur that in anyone's mind. I'll get to her next.

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【腐】らくがき10

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Devil May Cry, Diablo III, Final Fantasy, Mass Effect, & Ninja Gaiden ~ Cosplay

by vaxzone

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It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.

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Humans

Can I talk to you all about humans for just a moment? Because humans are pretty fucked up. Let's be honest here. This rant starts in the social justice sphere, but it could really have been almost anything that sparked it.

Let me tell you what being human means. If humans were just simple animals, they'd be vicious, omnivorous herd animals, as rape-happy as ducks, and probably cannibals. And they could be safely categorized, divided into groups and herds and subdivided by habit and habitat, all is well, we're done, go home. But that's not how it works. Humans are full to the brim with this dreadful beast called consciousness, this fire of thought which throws wild sparks every which way, every day, in every person. Psychopaths and geniuses, artists and loners and every other one-tenth of any given population of humans who make it impossible to neatly fit humans into types, herds, demographics, or any other benighted thing. That's the human problem: how to reconcile the urge to categorize with its blatant insupportability?

You can't.

You. Cant. No one can. There aren't enough categories to include everyone and still function. That's why law isn't about justice, why government is about the majority, and why there will always be some reason, somewhere in the world. for people to be offended. What people? Any people. You. Reading this. You'll be offended this year. You may be offended right now.

That's fine. But look--exclusion is the great trap of humanity. The only way out is to, as individuals, be as inclusive as possible. It's hard as hell, it goes against every human instinct. But it can be done. Say to yourself, oh good and noble-hearted humans, "I accept these people and these people and even these really weird people," and then DON'T ADD THE SECOND HALF OF THE SENTENCE. You know the one, the "It's THESE people who don't, or who are the problem, or who already have enough." That part.

Once you've covered that, start on logical fallacies. As people, we all use logical fallacies in our rhetoric, in our thoughts, in our lives. Try not to. Ad hominem is when you attack the person instead of the idea, and it's one of the HUGE ones. The other one that really, really bites good people is Appeal to Emotion--paving over inconsistencies or inadequacies because you feel sorry for someone. It is very, very hard for good people not to do that, or to appreciate good ideas that might come from not-so-great people.

But we have to. Here's why: there are no truly good people. Saints and heroes dissolve under the microscope--all of them, all over the world, all through history. That's humanity for you. Humans are filthy creatures, brimming with cess and hate, battling every day even to achieve basic mediocrity. Those who manage, for even a few moments, to choke back their seething bullshit long enough to cough up something worthwhile, are doing good work. At least for that moment. So keep the idea, okay? Because we're all assholes most of the time. We're all guilty. This too is inclusion.

And lastly, on the path to Being a Better Human: distrust anything that makes you too comfortable. Anything. A god. A friend. A lover. A way of life. An ideal. If it makes you feel one hundred percent good about yourself, either it is flawed or, more likely, you aren't doing as good a job as you think you are. Distrust rhetoric, including this rhetoric. Question everything, but question yourself first, and never be satisfied too long with your answer. At twenty, you should cringe at ten. At thirty, you should cringe at twenty....but be proud of these ages, too, because they are leading you in the right direction. Then at forty, cringe at thirty. And so on. At ninety, cringe at eighty.

And always remember: be proud of your progress, but don't EVER be satisfied with where you are. If you're happy with yourself, totally sure that you are doing well and are a good person, check your work. You've fucked up somewhere--someone is being unfairly excluded, or you're too damn comfortable, or you decided not to take the next step because it's unpleasant and hard.

That's okay. We're all fuckups. We're all hateful, hurtful, guilty people. Keep working at it. That's what it means to be human.

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Reblog if you think any of the above men is sexy. I showed my friend these exact pictures and she said I “had no taste” and “couldn’t expect anyone else to find those old dudes attractive.”

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As a Scorpio, I'd have to say that sounds about right.

Most to least likely to murder someone

Scorpio

Aries

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Gemini

Aquarius

Virgo

Leo

Libra

Pisces

Cancer

Taurus

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for ten years now, leonid tishkov has traveled the world with his moon. here we see him in arctic svalbard magdalene fjord (1,5,7), new zealand, near rangitito (second and fourth photo, taken by marcus williams), the tian shang observatory near the border between china and kyrgyzstan (third photo, by po-i chen) and moscow (sixth and eighth photos taken by boris bendikov)

"the moon is a shining point that brings people together from different countries, of different nationalities and cultures - and everyone who gets in its orbit does not forget it ever. it gives fairytale and poetry in our prosy and mercantile world," leonid writes. "the moon helps us to overcome our loneliness in the universe by uniting us around it."

leonid adds, “the ancient ural peoples who lived in my home told a fairy tale about how a shaman goes into the next world, illuminating the path of the moon. so in all of my photos, i can be seen in my late father’s cloak, because he travels with me in this way.”

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At heart, I’m a soldier who didn’t know how nasty and ongoing the battle was going to be and lost some people and took some hits, and I feel like now I’ve got a Purple Heart, and I’m back.

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A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.

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work

One of the things about spending time on this planet is that one has to have a job. Not that I don't work back on Ruby--I do, I just have more choices about where, and when, and for whom. But here there's no merc work to be had, or jobs as a sorcerous bodyguard or adviser...always easy enough to get back home, since one of the perks of looking like I do is that people can usually be persuaded to find me intimidating, in spite of my comparatively small stature and my habit of trying not to be noticed whenever possible.

No, here on planet earth, one has to have a job. A career. Something to do in order to keep food on the table and, perhaps more importantly, earn some kind of nebulous credit within the society of the Haves: here I am, look at how I'm trying, please don't put quite THAT much mercury in the water.

So I do my part. I work, when I'm here, at a hotel. It's not a job I enjoy; I hate interacting with people, and whether they can see my skin or not, I can see it, and I can imagine their eyes on me all too easily. I'm surly and ill-tempered, as a natural state of being, and it takes real effort to put that away and be pleasant to strangers, especially strangers who quite often do not feel obligated to do the same. It's like trying to look thinner by keeping your stomach sucked in, all the time, except instead of a case of corset-less Shatner, what I'm trying to avoid is finding another job. I don't think this is at all unusual, or unique to me; I think that almost everyone who deals with the public on a daily basis spends a terrifyingly large ration of their private mental time trying to find reasons NOT to become a spree killer.

I was being facetious, but it is a problem. There are so many people here. So many different egos, day after day, bumping up against your AT Field, and not a lot you can do about it. Competition for resources is already pretty fierce, although a lot of human energy seems to go into pretending this isn't so--and being rational animals, I think nearly all humans are at least dimly aware that this bottleneck is going to get worse, not better. I really believe that there's a sort of switch, somewhere in the murky darkness at the bottom of the human psyche, that when pressed, simply and effortlessly reduces the human in question to an animal whose sole and dedicated task is the elimination of other human animals. There's no knowing what will flip the switch, or when, and it doesn't seem to flip the other way. I don't know. This world is kind of a scary place sometimes.

I was going to describe my workplace, but fuck it.