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a doodle I forgot to poast, from when I read Fulgrim: The Palatine Phoenix and I was extremely amused when they mention that Ferrus taught Fulgrim about nuclear bombs back in Terra. So I drew them with a demon core lol

Something about how Kendal named himself only after Alinua agreed to go with him on the several-day-long journey to Windscrest. Something about how he absolutely refused to name himself when he thought he'd get Vash back to his body soon. Something about how even after he decided to name himself he decided to name himself for a tool that belonged to Vash, that only Vash wielded, that had been both literally and figuratively a part of Vash's incarnation, that was just a useless hunk of metal without him. Something about how you can immediately know when Vash is controlling the body because Vash moves like he's comfortable in his own skin, and he revels in that comfort. Something about "Are you a god?" "No. Just a weapon. But I belong to one of Zuurith's enemies."

Not Aurora-related, but I really like your answer in the recent OSPod about just clicking w/ the ace label but not having that same certainty about romantic orientations, because I think I'm that but in reverse-- it's only important to me that I'm aromantic.

So, thank you for putting it into words ^^ Have a nice Pride Month!

Ultimately we all gotta remember that labels are tools, not obligations. If a label helps you understand your wants and needs better, fuck yeah! If the label instead feels like a prison denying you growth and possibility, it's not helpful and you can drop it!

I think our growing awareness of the diversity of human sexuality and gender identity has sort of resulted in a feeling of "everyone has a special box they fit in with a flag and a community and a predictable suite of wants and needs". The problem is, almost nobody understands themselves down to the minutest perfect detail with no possibility of error, growth or change. What is an orientation, if not a broad-strokes categorization of "what kind of relationship would make this person most happy"? How bizarre is it to try and lock down a concept THAT complicated on the first try??

There's a joy in recognition of "oh, this is ME, I didn't know it was an option but there I am." In my experience it's a sense of sudden freedom - specifically the freedom to simply exist as one naturally and comfortably exists. But trying on labels that DON'T invoke that feeling can sometimes result in the exact opposite sensation; rather than giving oneself freedom, it feels like it's cutting off possibility. For instance, "am I gay? Then I guess I can never find men attractive, that's a shame…" is an indicator that this label may not be helpful to apply. Accuracy is not really the concern, but the "everyone has a box" mindset makes it SEEM like the concern. It's not about being comfortable or fulfilled, but about being accurately categorized.

Very personal anecdote on that note: I, like many people, spent some time questioning my gender. I have been tomboyish since pretty much day one, and was frequently bullied for unladylike activities as well as broadly battered by garden-variety middle-school misogyny. I was made to feel wrong for pursuing the interests I had while being female - whether that was sports, STEM, gaming, tree-climbing, wearing unfashionable pants, or a million other completely genderless things I happened to enjoy. It made it difficult for me to tell if I felt unhappy because I was being MADE unhappy, or if it was because I was fundamentally wrong about myself and could not be happy as I was. Eventually I concluded that every time I thought "maybe it would be better if I was a boy", it was in the specific context of "so I could do <thing I wanted to do>" or "so people would stop being shitty to me about <innocuous thing>". I realized I enjoyed being perceived as a girl and I enjoyed being capable of "manly" things. I liked being strong, gruff, loud, chivalrous, reliable - and I liked being pretty and having long beautiful hair and nice boobs. Admittedly it took me having an honest to god stress dream about growing a beard to finally shake the intrusive thought of "what if I'm wrong about everything and I really CAN'T be a girl while liking these things???" Internalized misogyny can fuck you up pretty hard, but in hindsight, the gut-wrenching disappointment I felt whenever I contemplated that possibility was a good sign that it didn't personally fit me. The trans friends I discussed this with affirmed my conclusion - "dread" is not the appropriate response to self-discovery in the pursuit of happiness. In my case I had simply been told "you can either be a girl OR you can do all this cool shit you like" and all I ever wanted was both - abandoning either one felt like giving up on something important to me. I did the gender questioning, concluded I was a cis woman, and then stopped thinking about it. And that was fine.

This is why I think the label "queer" is absolutely invaluable. I may not know exactly what my romantic orientation is and I don't know what exact subgender I could be classified as with "girl but in a dude way", but I know I'm sure as hell not what society assumed I should be. I don't know what box I fit in, but I'm dead certain where I DON'T fit. Who cares about the specifics? Nobody can know me better than I know myself, and demanding categorization I can't provide helps nobody and stresses everybody. The core desire of the queer community is to be able to exist in peace and pursue happiness. If a label helps you do that - an acknowledgement that you are known, seen, and not wrong or broken to exist as you do - then that's perfect. But if you don't NEED to categorize yourself in certain ways to be happy, you do not have to. Overlabeling can stress you out, and sometimes "oh no, what if I'm <thing> and I'll NEVER be able to be happy unless I COMMIT to that???" can be a very dangerous and intrusive headspace to spiral into. Things done in pursuit of personal fulfillment can NEVER be treated as obligations. It's okay to not be sure, and it's okay to NEVER be sure.

… somebody’s getting slapped

I'm gonna do some Uno reversing theorizing here y'all. I think Pyotr was gonna win this match. I also think he's won 98% of these Uno matches. @meo-htp made an in-depth post detailing the vamp's hideout.

Picture courtesy of Meo-htp:

One of the details was how their table has huge dents in it and a big bite out of it. Shitbeard has gnarly marks on his arm, so I think he's the one who made the dents in the table.

And I think Kevin was the one who took a chunk out of the table. He's the only one who has the most pronounced canines out of the four of them.

I originally thought it would be Ape Boy, but his teeth aren't..big enough for a bite like that. He couldve caused it due to his excessive hunger, but the others mentioned him "over feeding" so he shouldn't even be hungry enough to bite the table.

I believe Shitbeard and Kevin got into an intense Uno match and now it was Ape Boy and Pyotr's turn.

Ape is clearly looking at Pyotr waiting for him to make his turn, thinking he's 100% gonna win. He's only got one card left in his hand while Pyotr has three.

Unfortunately for Ape Boy, this is a 2 way game. Meaning all Pyotr has to do is use his skip turn card, use the change colour card to red, then put down his red card. Winning him the Uno game.

It just makes me think about how much stuff Pyotr could plan out and his ability to think ahead when he's calm.

I could've solved this +60 million years dispute easily

So, you guys remember good old Ea-Nasir?  The copper merchant from ancient Mesopotamia who kept stiffing his customers out of their money and copper, and then kept their complaint letters stored in a room in his house, to be found by archaeologists thousands of years later?

Well, I recently learned something that makes that story even better.  Most clay tablets from that time period were made of unfired clay, which means that they degraded over time, getting washed away by weather and such.  Some of the fired tablets were fired on purpose, but others were fired accidentally when the building they were stored in were burnt down.  

That means that in this case there are three options.  (1) The tablets in Ea-Nasir’s house were unfired and just really randomly lucky to survive.  (2) Ea-Nasir’s house was burnt down, likely by someone he owed money to.  (3) Ea-Nasir not only kept a bunch of complaint letters in his house, but fired them to preserve them.

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Idk how to animate but I had this idea lol

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