becoming antique


Aging, winding hyperspace routes fell out of favour in a growing galaxy, leading to once-popular Jedha becoming an antiquated curiosity rather than a relevant destination. Those who now seek Jedha are looking to be lost, or to find a deeper purpose. Some insist that this ancient world of spirituality gave its name to the Jedi Order, though most scholars believe it to be the other way around. All agree that the history of the Jedi and Jedha are intertwined.

Sam + Max + tattoos, bc of course

“I meant to say,” Sam says. “That is. I should have said, at the house, at Asa’s place, before we left. I think you and Alicia should get tattoos." 

Max’s eyes narrow for a second before his face relaxes into a smile. “Oh yeah?” he says. “Anything particular you had in mind?” 

Sam isn’t the bumbling romantic embarrassment that Dean seems to think him but there’s something about this guy which makes him feel teenage, stupid and clumsy and too big for his skin. Which is dumb as fuck, considering that Max is like, what, must be coming on for ten years younger than him. Eight years, maybe. Regardless, Sam should be cooler than this. 

He should be, but he isn’t, so when Max asks about the tattoo he doesn’t produce the smooth line that he’ll no doubt think of in the shower in two days’ time. Instead, he blushes and stammers and scratches the back of his head, and answers Max’s joking question with a straight response. “Yeah,” he says, and he slides a napkin towards him over the table and digs a ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket. “Something like this.” 

Seeing Sam’s seriousness, Max frowns, and watches as he sketches a wonky approximation of the symbol that he first drew out for Dean, in a bar not dissimilar to this one, almost ten years ago. 

“It’s not, uh, it’s not fancy,” Sam says. “But it works.” 

Max puts his fingertips to the edge of the napkin, just brushing Sam’s. They linger there a moment before Sam moves his hand, allowing Max to take hold of the napkin. Max picks it up and holds it in front of him, rotates it, takes a look. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I can see that it would.” He looks at Sam over the folded paper, not kidding now but earnest. “You have this?” 

Good question. 

It’s the first thing that Sam would ask, himself, the obvious thing and he knew Max would say it but he still finds himself lost for words. He looks down at the symbol, blue lines curving familiar, looks at Max’s elegant fingers framing the shape. He takes a breath, looks up again to meet Max’s eyes. 

“Dean has it,” he says. “I, uh. I lost mine.” 

Max’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. He’s not stupid. Sam can see him considering the implications; can see him choosing not to ask. This is one of the things Sam likes about Max. It’s refreshing to be around somebody who doesn’t take it personally when Sam has secrets. Perversely, it makes him more inclined to share. He wonders. Could he tell Max about Gadreel? The thought tightens his chest, makes his thoughts swim dizzy. He hasn’t really ever explained it, not to anybody. Charlie picked up bits of it, but not enough to understand. At least. Sam hopes that was it. He remembers again Max and Alicia frowning up at Elvis, after he asked about Lucifer; their instant, easy intervention in Sam’s defence. “Seriously, dude,” Max had told the guy. “Back off.” 

Jeez. No wonder Sam feels like a teenager. Fucking… damsel in distress. But. 

“You gonna get it redone?” Max asks, interrupting Sam’s fantasies. 

“Uh,” says Sam. He’s been meaning to. He has. But it’s so bound up with all the shit that surrounded its removal that he hasn’t been able to bring himself to do it; finds himself both perversely anxious of going under the needle (the needles in his brain and Crowley twisting them, clinical) and absolutely unwilling to mention it to Dean. If he said something now then Dean would probably lay into him for not having fixed the thing fricking two and a half years ago. “Christ, Sammy,” he’d say, the kind of angry that he gets when Sam puts himself in jeopardy. “Christ, Sammy, what the fuck did you think you were playing at?” Sam’s on a good run, lately, of not disappointing. He’d really like not to rock the boat. 

Max is studying him, a focused golden-green gaze that doesn’t help Sam’s thought process. As Sam stutters and chokes, he shakes his head a little, grins easy, breaks the tension. “I just have some suggestions for improvement,” he says. 

“Oh yeah?” says Sam. 

“Yeah,” says Max, and he reaches for the pen.

Soc theory midterm help!

I have a few (well, a lot) of quotes to interpret and they’re really dense (and I tend to have super hard time understanding even the /easiest/ texts) so I need some help because my midterm is this Thursday!! ;; Can someone help me interpret or at least understand them better please??

1. “All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.” (Marx)

2. “The Puritan wanted to be a person with a vocational calling; we must be. For to the extent that asceticism moved out of the monastic cell and was carried over into the life of work in a vocational calling, and then commenced to rule over this-worldly morality, it helped to do its part to build the mighty cosmos of the modern economic order – namely, an economy bound to the technical and economic conditions of mechanized, machine-based production.” (Weber)

3. “Amongst democratic nations, on the contrary, all the citizens are independent and feeble; they can do hardly anything by themselves, and none of them can oblige his fellow-men to lend him their assistance. They all, therefore, fall into a state of incapacity, if they do not learn voluntarily to help each other.” (Tocqueville)

4. “So far no chemist has ever discovered exchange value either in a pearl or a diamond. The economic discoverers of this chemical element, who by-the-bye lay special claim to critical acumen, find however that the use value of objects belongs to them independently of their material properties, while their value, on the other hand, forms a part of them as objects. What confirms them in this view, is the peculiar circumstance that the use value of objects is realized without exchange, by means of a direct relation between the objects of man, this is, by means of a social process.” (Weber(?)

5. “We can address the idea of naïve historical materialism – that such ‘ideas’ arise as a ‘reflection’ or ‘superstructure’ of economic situations – in more detail only later… Thus, in this case at any rate, the causal relationship between ideas and economic situations lies in the direction opposite from that which would be postulated by the ‘materialist’ arguments” (Weber)

6. “Now, once the individual is ruled out, only society remains. It is therefore in the nature of society itself that we must seek the explanation of social life. We can conceive that, since it transcends infinitely the individual both in time and space, it is capable of imposing upon him the ways of acting and thinking that it has consecrated by its authority. This pressure, which is the distinctive sign of social facts, is that which all exert upon each individual.” (Durkheim)

7. “In the social production of their life, men enter into definite relations that are indispensable and independent of their will, relations of production which correspond to a definite stage of development of their material productive forces. The sum total of these relations of production constitutes the economic structure of society, the real foundation, on which rises a legal and political superstructure and to which correspond definite forms of social consciousness.” (Marx)

Please and thank you!

Before you’re a teenager, you romanticize all of the ideas of what being a teenager is going to be like based what you see on movies…when you get to a teenager, you romanticize everything because you’re a teenager… when you leave being a teenager, the further away you get, the more you romanticize your memories, the more antiquated they become.
—  Matty Healy on how his lyrics relate to his teenage years (x)


Diana came back to Mankind’s world for a reason. She had been away from the world for so long and now she just couldn’t stay away and stand on the sidelines and watch anymore. She was a warrior. She needed to be in the thick of battle, fighting for what she believed in and fighting to protect those that needed help.

But fighting wasn’t the only way that she could help. Over the years, Diana had collected several artifacts of her Grecian heritage. She had become an antiquities dealer but really didn’t need much except for the few pieces that held a special meaning to her regarding the Amazons, Themyscira and the goddesses she was granted her gifts from. It was time to sell and auction off the other pieces and give all of the proceeds to a charity that was helping to rebuild the city. The only problem was, she had to find a venue and host the event. Before any of that though, she needed donors and a way to advertise the event so that people would actually come out and spend money for the charity.

So, the first stop was the Natural History Museum. She needed to pitch her event to the director and get his help. Diana walked into the museum and looked around. She had never been here before and it was quite impressive. She asked the attendant if she could speak to the director, but he had just left for lunch. Diana decided to wait for him by exploring the museum. She bought a ticket and walked into one of the doors. She was curious to see what kind of exhibits the museum was showcasing.

  • Karl Marx: The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionising the instruments of production, and thereby the relations of production, and with them the whole relations of society. Constant revolutionising of production, uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions, everlasting uncertainty and agitation distinguish the bourgeois epoch from all earlier ones. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.
  • The need of a constantly expanding market for its products chases the bourgeoisie over the entire surface of the globe. It must nestle everywhere, settle everywhere, establish connexions everywhere
  • Capitalists: yeah but if you don't like capitalism why don't you opt out of it. Checkmate commies.

Anyway so AU where Nyssa never left Star City and stayed with her beautiful girlfriend Laurel and eventually they were like, you know, you’re gonna actually need to do something with all this free time you have now

Which is how Nyssa al Ghul becomes the most cutthroat antiquities dealer in all of Star City. She’s perfectly lovely up until you’re rude or unreasonable, and then it’s far too late. She can spot a fake from across the room and will read you for filth in front of everyone at your boring dinner party if you displease her, ruining your reputation with a smirk. She refuses to take no for an answer; at first politely bringing you a bottle of wine as a gift, but gradually becoming more insistent, wedging her foot in your door and giving you a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and speaks of pain. She politely but firmly redirects her clients - “No, you don’t want that vase; it’s as aesthetic disaster. Let me redirect your attention to this piece in Mr. Luthor’s collection.” - and always gets the best for them. They adore her. 

Just like. Queer power couple district attorney Laurel Lance and scariest fucking antique dealer on the planet Nyssa al Ghul being the hottest gossip among Star City’s elite. 

At what point do things become vintage…?

Am I vintage?

Can I now take myself to an Antique Shop and get evaluated?

Make some cash by becoming part of the antique shop display?

End up an intriguing conversational centrepiece on some Live Laugh Love suburban mother’s dining table… for when she hold the weekly bookclub at her place?

Can I now confuse, and bewilder the pretentious pricers on the Antiques Roadshow?

T E L L  M E

The only thing fucked up is the Larries continued response to what happens.

But @lesbianslovelouis, whatever happened to your dolls? Remember how you were spamming Harvey Levin’s inbox with various reborn dolls you were 100% certain Briana was using? Remember how you thought exposing which doll it was would lead to a world wide expose of this story? Remember when you spent your own money and other fan’s money on these dolls which have already become antiquated by Freddie’s growth and ability to be real while your dolls have the same plastic newborn expression and pose in every photo? Remember when you only recently claimed Briana would never be able to even use a “real” baby? Whatever happened to all that?