indirect for life

Lance's Indirect Kiss From Keith

Keith : *Drinking water, minding his own business*

Lance : *Notices Keith* Can I have a drink?

Keith : *Shrugs* Sure… *Hands him water bottle*

Lance : Thanks. *Starts drinking*

In Lance’s mind : Wait.

In Lance’s mind : Does this mean I’m indIRECTLY KISSING KEITH?!?!

Lance : *Starts choking on water*

Keith :

Keith :

Keith : Lance wtf—

My Offline Social Life In a Nutshell

I kneel in my garden
You bend over in yours
I am weeding zucchini
You are watering corn

Staff talk to each other
They talk to you and to me
You and I don’t talk to each other
But sideways-glancing, we see

[Image description:  Large field, of plants, there’s a weeded spot that’s mostly just dirt, I’m kneeling down pulling weeds, you can’t really see my face.]

Most of my in-person social interaction works like this.  It’s as much an artifact of the developmental disability system I am forced to live in to survive, as it is an artifact of anything particular about me or the woman I wrote this about, who I have only met in this kind of context.  

I owe my life to the DD system.  I have given up so much to survive the DD system even at its best.  Neither of these things can be ignored.  Everyone who uses this system to survive, gives up things you may not be able to imagine.  This should not inspire pity or a sense of sad inevitability – “things have to be like this, it’s too bad” – but outrage and love and common humanity.  This is an area where people don’t really differ from each other in anything but shape.  Don’t kid yourself that we’re some kind of second-tier human beings who innately can take this because we’re not quite as real as you and don’t feel it.  Most of us spend our whole lives shoving our humanity into boxes to survive and it’s never enough to please the forces that push us in that direction.  We feel it.  It always comes out in one way or another.  All of us.  Even those of us in hiding from ourselves.

I’m nervous about telling you the price we pay to be here.  I feel like i’m revealing a dangerous secret.  I feel like, in a system that is taking the place of something much worse, a system I need for survival, a system under threat right now, is not something I should be openly criticizing.  But if it continues without change, with everyone simply saying we’re lucky it exists – which we are, but that’s not the whole story.  And without people knowing the whole story, we try to cram our souls into boxes.  Our souls eventually object.

Meanwhile we often try to connect with each other indirectly rather, as described in the poem.

[If you want more on why and how our souls object, see this post, It’s long.  But thorough..]

Pro-abortionists are under the belief that poverty is worse than death.

The belief that an adopted child can’t be as happy as a child who remains with their birth mother.

The belief that the 0.018% chance of death during childbirth is much too great a risk for a woman, yet heart disease is the leading cause of death for women in the United States, and even car accidents rank much higher than death during childbirth. I don’t see pro-abortionists advocating to ban women from stressful jobs, or poor eating habits, or advocating for a ban on cars in favor of bicycles: at least not in NEARLY the en masse amount of women I come across who support abortion.

Pro-abortionists seem to be under the belief that sexual intercourse between men and women do not logically lead to a pregnancy. They treat it as unnatural, and even cruel to allow a human life to come into being under anything but absolutely perfect circumstances. That a woman’s comfort, and pleasure, have more value than human life itself.

This is an insult to every adoptive parent, and an indirect claim that adopted parents are incapable of loving their children as much as a birth mother.

This is an insult to anyone and everyone who has grown up in poverty and risen above due to their own success. This is an indirect accusation that their life was worthless because they were not born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

This is an insult to motherhood: comparing it to a punishment, as if it were immoral under less than ideal circumstances, and a crime against women.

This is an indirect claim that murder is morally superior to living a less than perfect, privileged life. As if being born poor, or underprivileged, or to a single mother, or not perfectly healthy, or being unwanted makes you guilty of some crime.

Check your privilege, pro-choicers.

momentum - 7

chapter 7

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“You two aren’t dating?” Itachi stopped stirring the chicken and onions. He had just asked about their relationship when Sasuke broke the news that they weren’t together.

Sasuke kept chopping carrots and replied nonchalantly. “No.”

The sizzle of stagnant food filled the kitchen and he had to remind his older brother not to burn their dinner. They were having curry tonight.

Resuming his task, Itachi narrowly avoided ruining the chicken.

“You certainly appeared to be in a relationship,” he commented while adding spices, then broth.

Sasuke moved on to cutting peeled potatoes and didn’t respond immediately.

“We’re not.” There was a marked stiffness to his tone.

He had touched a nerve and decided to push. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

Itachi scoffed lightly. “That you like her.”

“Of course I like her,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She doesn’t need me to tell her that.”

“Romantically,” Itachi emphasized his point with a wave of his spoon - it was like pulling teeth to get Sasuke to talk about his feelings. He noted that he had an easier time interrogating hardened criminals than his closed off brother.

Unable to deny the accusation, he became tight-lipped instead; head down and bangs obscuring his features as he paid a suspicious amount of attention to the potatoes. Though, if he didn’t stop his assault with the knife, the diced chunks would become minced very soon.

If it was this difficult for Sasuke to talk about his feelings with his own brother, then Itachi concluded that he hadn’t told her yet. It was likely he hadn’t even hinted at it.

“Oh, little brother,” Itachi lamented. “Nothing but heartache will come out of pining.”

Sasuke gave him the cut-up vegetables as well as a look of mild annoyance. “As if you know anything about it.”

He was being testy but Itachi took the jab well, chuckling. “Yes, but you underestimate what I’ve learned from observation.”

Even if Itachi was married to his career, with its odd and long hours, he still possessed knowledge of romance from indirect life experiences. Meaning he soaked up bits and pieces from his friends, literature, and people-watching. While he did not consider himself an expert by any means, he knew enough to give decent advice.

The younger Uchiha tried to move past his stubbornness, knowing his brother was right. And if he was going to talk about this with anyone, it would be with Itachi. So, he sighed and conceded. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Itachi stirred in the potatoes and carrots, then placed a lid on the pot to let the stew simmer. Setting down his spoon and facing the young man, he sighed as well. Onyx eyes met a similar pair and he stated, “You risk failure with every action you take. Although,” the corners of his mouth turned up wistfully, “father would have argued that Uchihas never fail.”

A slight smirk appeared at the mention of his father’s familial pride, which bordered on arrogance.

Then it fell when he remembered the subject at hand, crossing his arms at the vulnerability that came with the mere thought of confessing. He didn’t want to think about opening up and getting hurt as a result.

Sensing his hesitation, Itachi spoke again. “What’s the worst thing that could happen? She’s disgusted and rejects you completely, cutting off your friendship and refusing to speak with you.”

He scowled. “Hinata wouldn’t, she’s nicer than that.”

“I’m sure she is,” Itachi assured him. From his impression of her, she seemed sweet; the type that picked up stray animals from the street. “Now what’s the best outcome? She’s madly in love with you too and you sweep her off her feet and ride into the sunset, happily ever after.”

Something in Sasuke’s chest fluttered at the idea of her acceptance, but he was stopped short by the worry that she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He was confident that if he hadn’t pursued their friendship, she wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Sure, he might have been considered a heart-throb (to his contempt), but she wasn’t swayed by shallow qualities like looks or money.

The irony; to be adored by many, but to fall for the one person that wouldn’t have paid him any mind.

“But what’s likely to happen? If she doesn’t like you in that way, then she turns you down gently because she cares about you. And because she values your friendship, she won’t break it off.”

It would sting, yet it was better than being flat out rejected and subsequently ignored.

“If she does like you, then all is well and you two will officially make a cute couple.”

Itachi’s words held sound logic that he couldn’t refute. “Sometimes I forget you have a degree in psychology.”

“And criminology,” his brother quipped. “I dual majored.”

“Right. Watch the curry,” Sasuke gestured to the pot that was steaming profusely.

“Ah,” the chef quickly grabbed the wooden spoon and set to mixing.

Gathering the knife and cutting board, he placed them in the sink and rolled up his sleeves. He contemplated while he washed the utensils. As he thought about the potential outcomes of confessing, a strange combination of anxiety and hope churned in his stomach.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

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one good section of my room. need to figure out what I’m gonna do w the dracaena cos she can’t just… sit on a planter..for height.

anonymous asked:

It's been ages since I read P&P, can you tell me more about the kiss (and the cross-dressing)?!

I should probably call it something other than cross-dressing, that’s probably not a great term to be throwing around. But see here for that quote from the novel, which is presented without context or commentary by the author and never mentioned again. I can’t really provide either context or commentary myself, because I don’t remember the discussion in grad school in which it came to my attention other than “holy shit Jane Austen!”

As for the kissing:

Is there an overt, out and out, “Darcy put his mouth on Elizabeth’s mouth and they proceeded to mack” moment in Pride and Prejudice, no. There is, however, this beautiful moment:

Elizabeth now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so material a change, since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances.

Now, this is not EXACTLY kissing, but Austen has used free indirect discourse a lot in the novel previously, and she’s done it offering both more and less substance of what is said. There’s enough room here for Elizabeth to stutter and stammer and say what she feels, but there’s also enough silence for us to make of it what we want. And what I want is kissing. (She does almost exactly the same thing in Emma when Mr Knightley’s made his love confession, and even towards the end of the same chapter of P&P, she has Elizabeth “express her gratitude,” and while Austen is a) great at writing dialog and b) writing two characters who seldom fail to express themselves well and succinctly, she does not even hint at what words those could be. So. KISSING.)  It’s not a fool-proof argument, it’s got holes, but really–Austen’s narrator does this a lot in the novel, glancing over things that are weighty through the use of indirect dialog, and it’s something that leaves the audience able to piece together the sentiment and tone of the speaker in such a way that the content of what’s said comes across almost better than direct dialog. But she also writes her characters specifically enough that her dialog really pops, so walking the line between the two allows for a lot of work to  be done without direct speech or even referring directly to the content of the speech, which is what indirect discourse does. By not even suggesting the content of Elizabeth’s words, there’s all this room for people to read into that scene things that are entirely plausible in the real life of eighteenth century lovers (kissing) but maybe not found in fiction of good stead (kissing). 

This is all based on my own observation and not scholarship, obviously, because scholarship is not concerned enough with kissing (in my own estimation).

Please witness my descent into madness while realizing that kissing serves as free indirect discourse in LBD in my tags as I write them here, and also my explanation for kissing as free indirect discourse as a concept here.

Indirect @ Pricefield/Grahamfield Shippers

“Life Is Strange is a five part episodic game that sets out to revolutionize story based choice and consequence games.”

Choice: an act of choosing between two or more possibilities.

The entire point of Life Is Strange, is to let all players have a different and unique gaming experiences. That means different choices for each player.

Which consequently means different canons for each player

There is not one correct canon for LiS. The game is made like that on purpose.

You know what that means?

Both Pricefield and Grahamfield can be canon for different players. THERE IS NO BETTER OR CORRECT SHIP.

Why :) Can’t :) People :) Understand :) The :) Concept :) Of :) A :) Choice-Based :) Game :)

itjusthastobethisway  asked:

I love how terfs get to run around violating people's boundaries, when I'm legitimately frightened of them because of IRL violence (being ganged up on and beaten in a woman's restroom after coming out as trans) and they feel like they just get to ignore that... "They can't even handle us" no, brenda, I can't. Because a bunch of your transphobic minons have almost killed me a record of five (5) times in various direct and indirect ways throughout my life.

Wow it’s almost like TERFs are actually horrible people who live for hurting others!! But NAH a radfem told me to eat shit and stfu because I don’t know anything about radfems so it CAN’T be true

shreeracha-deactivated20150510  asked:

Back when you were a lot more active, like 4 or so years ago, your blog made me realize how much my abusive ex was like Edward. And I got the hell out of that relationship. So in an indirect way, I owe my life to you. Thank you.

That’s… that’s a big deal. I’m honored and so glad and PROUD of you.