joshgad: This has been a battle of attrition. #daisyridley has been a force to be reckoned with. In many ways she is the Vader to my Luke or the Taylor to my Katy. But like any good opponent, I have tried to outmaneuver her at every turn. This will be her final judgement. May the force be with her, because kids, she is going to need it. All I ask is that you don’t ruin the surprise for others. #TheLastJedi#starwars#broughtsomefriendsalongfortheride@disney@starwars
dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary
hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet
“you da bomb of our lives”
they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun
phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed
supportive boyf dan has his back
dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner
they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too
“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time
“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”
“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun
“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan
the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand
“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”
how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode
they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope
“this is going to be a mistake”
“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again
phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)
also lowkey hand porn
look at his hands
the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm
sassy hand clicks from danny
five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it
“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they
during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures
“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here
i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it
“that’s you selecting the module you dork”
“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here
“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay
they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments
“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you
getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes
opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to
“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”
“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently
i’m hyped for side profile phil
dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going
phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken
i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked
“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????
phil looks so focused i’m entranced
“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”
stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it
dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time
“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role
they did two attempts and won them both wow
they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact
phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan
like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring
oh and more glances
i get it you’re in love
“kept calm under presh”
more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling
“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”
*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*
“ALL OR NOTHING”
seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary
p h i l i get it you’re in love
oh now dan’s at it
dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved
“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”
they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on
side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you
i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t
they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing
yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures
“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide
dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging
“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break
phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone
“we did it? oh christ”
stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he
phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too
dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you
aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one
rip headphone users it was nice knowing you
stressy dan has never been more present
phil is surprisingly calm(er)
“dan come on” all of us all the time
oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room
they managed with three seconds to spare
phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan
dramatic as ever my little actor that never was
phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore
“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously
the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he
“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*
“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you
“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon
dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again
“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon
“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity
they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS
again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t
let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you
“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”
“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”
“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes
The Edge of the Abyss (The Abyss Surrounds Us #2) by Emily Skrutskie
Three weeks have passed since Cassandra Leung pledged her allegiance to the ruthless pirate-queen Santa Elena and set free Bao, the sea monster Reckoner she’d been forced to train. The days as a pirate trainee are long and grueling, but it’s not the physical pain that Cas dreads most. It’s being forced to work with Swift, the pirate girl who broke her heart.
But Cas has even bigger problems when she discovers that Bao is not the only monster swimming free. Other Reckoners illegally sold to pirates have escaped their captors and are taking the NeoPacific by storm, attacking ships at random and ruining the ocean ecosystem. As a Reckoner trainer, Cas might be the only one who can stop them. But how can she take up arms against creatures she used to care for and protect?
Will Cas embrace the murky morals that life as a pirate brings or perish in the dark waters of the NeoPacific?
Disclaimer: I received a copy free from the publishers via Netgalley is exchange for an honest review
The Edge of the Abyss by Emily Skrutskie follows the events in the previous books. Cassandra Leung has pledged her allegiance to the ruthless pirate queen Santa Elena, rather than return to the safety of her home. The Reckoner she was training, Bao, has been released free into the vast ocean. Cas is now training, she’s in the running to take over Santa Elena in being the captain of the ship. However, that is the least of her problems. The Neo-pacific and the whole eco-system is in danger. Bao isn’t the only Reckoner roaming free, there are many other illegal Reckoners sold to pirates that have escaped their captors and are wrecking havoc in the ocean. It’s up to Cas and her fellow crew members to stop it.
There are so many things I love about this duology. It is a futuristic science fiction book, a fantastic one at that. It has pirates! Sea monsters! A f/f romance! And just a lot of badass ladies.
The world building is fabulous as usual. I really liked the introduction of the pirate alliance and expansion of the pirate world, that was a really interesting aspect. This series is very action packed, which I also really enjoyed. Skrutskie has a really good writing style which makes this a very easy and quick, fun read.
I was a massive fan of Swift and Cassandra’s relationship in The Abyss Surrounds Us and I loved the further development in this instalment. They are truly a great power couple. In The Edge of the Abyss, there was a lot of conflict in their relationship between them following the revelation in the previous book, but also due to Santa Elena showing a lot more interest in Cas and her role in potentially taking over the ship. This led to some really surprising development with Swift. We find out what really motivates her. We explore her internal conflicts, her wants and wishes, and I really loved that.
Santa Elena is also another favourite of mine. She’s intelligent, brave, fearsome, manipulative, and ruthless – she’s a true pirate queen. I’m a little disappointed in how it all ends for her. The rest of the supporting cast were also great, which came as no surprise.
Overall, though, this is a great ending to a fantastic duology. A duology that I’ll forever be recommending.
I’ll definitely be reading more from Emily Skrutskie because I love her writing – I’m especially excited her next novelHullmetal Girls, pitched as a YA Battlestar Galactica ‘in which two girls risk everything they have for new lives as mechanically enhanced soldiers; after a rebellion against the governing body forces dark secrets to the surface, the fate of the entire fleet is left in their hands.’ HOW AWESOME DOES THAT SOUND?!?
Two companies, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, California, where we lay our scene…
This is a small, appless RP based on William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet!” Set in 2017 California, our RP focuses on the feud between Capulet Corporations and Montague Enterprises, two companies that have been at each other’s throats for decades. These two will stop at nothing to top one another, and both families have blood on their hands. Even now, in a more “civil” era, members of both companies and families have been known to brawl in the streets – much to the irritation of the local law enforcement. So what happens when a Capulet child and a Montague child fall for each other?
Alright guys I want to see if we can achieve something: I’m starting at uni on the 16th September this year. I’ll be leaving home for the first time which is scary but I’m super excited and I want to keep this blog going and maybe even expand it while I’m there.
Here’s where you come in: Getting to 1,000 followers has been a huge goal of mine for ages now. Do you reckon I can make that before uni? I’m not quite halfway yet. Will you help?
Basically, share this and other posts around if you can. This is a reminder that I’m a young writer giving writing advice - making mistakes so you don’t have to.
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I think an incredibly important and moreover meaningful question to ask is how one can declare meaningfully that there is such a thing as a “right” when so much of what constitutes “rights” lies in their denial and a posteriori assertion as a means of voicing the violations in question. The “right” does not exist for the neoliberal reckoning of “human rights” except once it has been not only violated, but violated outside of the context of a proper course of action. The means by which “human rights” are constructed based upon an embodiment of neoliberal subjectivity, the way that frameworks of “human rights” so often require a framework that fundamentally conflates inequalities in violence, that is unwilling to recognize the structures at hand in arbitrating violent encounters of bodies and moreover the structural causes of the imposition of a violation of rights into a discourse is at the heart of what causes skepticism about rights, why one must critique the framework of “human rights” when applied by neoliberal powers.
The way in which language of “human rights” is used predominantly emanates from a specific Western ideological current that begins with a tacit acceptance of American imperial hegemony, even if only as a state-of-the-situation. One can indeed direct critiques of violation of human rights against the American imperial apparatus, but given the way in which this very apparatus is the formative arbitrator of what constitutes violation of these rights one can understand a lack of optimism about the process of recognizing these violations. As a colonial power, America not only reserves an exclusive right to violence, but an exclusive right to defining the consequences that are found in that violence, a specific way of describing structures such that even torture is merely an individual failure rather than part of a structural violence, a structural consequence of the way in which imperial control prevents the realization of the Other in the colonized, in which one is precluded from exiting the violent relationship of colonial control.
This act of preclusion begins to show the meaninglessness of asserting a “right” in this structure specifically because so often the structures that preserve the internal structure of American dominance, as the most developed example of a globalized power, are a defiance of these rights. The violence of American settler-colonial ideology and the means by which slave labor were foundational to the structuring of American concepts of the nation and the self with reference to said nation cannot be ignored: the specific structure of American identity lies in white supremacy, lies in the means by which a white supremacist concept of self was repeated and in fact structurally required in order to make a comprehensible America. It was not an operation of inevitability but rather a structuring of ontology such that the contingent violences of white supremacy became the structural, referential a priori of American thought. This is a repetition and development of European structures of colonization, and the transition from settler-colonial state as an extension of the English imperial body towards its eventual realization as colonizer on a global scale, a settler-colonial nation realizing itself as a despotic body, is not an inherent end of white supremacy nor historically unique to the structures of white supremacy. To claim that only whiteness can be colonial across history is to ignore that colonial violences are old, but moreover have been reterritorialized by the structures of white supremacy in order to justify current structures of hegemony. The historiographies of colonial forms, the archaeology of the colonial, relies in part upon a conception of the colonial as natural and inevitable, and moreover a historiography that poses American, white supremacist colonialism as the natural order, the inevitable post-historical state-of-the-situation that was to be reached eventually.
American lines of critique find it rather easy to name the violence of Japanese hegemony and colonialism during the first half of the 20th Century specifically because of its externality to the American concept of what empire should look like. Conversely, for merely opposing American imperial control with an alternate imperialism one should not praise Imperial Japan, given the profound traumatization that was at the core of Japanese imperialism. Rather, that this structure of imperialism is supposedly undone by American imperialism shows how the violation of rights that occurs under American hegemony is no violation at all, it is merely a lapsing of the right that is then reinstituted with whatever punishment is given for that lapse. The absence of rights as a specific tactic is seen in the means by which Obama’s definitions used designations such as “military-age male” in order to abstract away the imperial context of drone strikes and the means by which these strikes effectively constituted extrajudicial executions. Given that these took place outside even the usual state-of-the-situation constituted by suspended rights within a war zone, in nations where America had no official declaration of war, these were by most standards war crimes, but the specific inadequacy of the structures that arbitrate war crimes means that Obama will never be tried, even as a perfunctory measure.
A great deal of American violence is invested in nations such as the Philippines and South Korea, in specifically inflicting a repeated, intergenerational trauma along colonial lines, a specific way of repeating past ethnic cleansings committed by American imperial forces upon each new generation, a continual experience of the traumatic such that there is no memory of the violation, there is no means of reaching critique of it: one cannot process a trauma as it occurs. Instead, the continual inflicting and reinflicting of this trauma leads to a structure whereby it becomes a state of normalcy, whereby the traumatic is in fact the normative. The same is true of how American structures of racial violence and police brutality lead to children growing up with incredibly high rates of undiagnosed PTSD, and the specific means by which this diagnosis is so often associated with the agents of colonial control that many assume it cannot be present except for those who have acted on behalf of colonial power. The reservation of a right to trauma, to traumatic experience, is predicated again on the imperial gaze, on an imperial arbitration of power.
Engaging in what Foucault would describe as an archaeology of human rights, a specific sort of metadiscursive process whereby one questions not only the historical positions but also the specific historical instances of assertions on rights, one can slowly begin understanding how American primacy has structured discourses on human rights even when critical of American violence. That America is able to ignore that the supposed Korean War was in fact a series of actions that constitute war crimes repeated over and over, that American hegemony in the Philippines has taken on a specific imperial character that enters into certain relations with the colonial history of the Philippines in order to slowly shift away from the original coloniality exhibited by American control towards the neocolonial relationship between the American neoliberal state and the postmodern Philippines, that American Imperial control makes the very structure of “human rights” into a structure of ironic invocation, of near-uselessness, raises the question of how to move forward with a critique of American imperial power. If one gives up the framework of human rights, one must do so as part of specifically rejecting the categorical holdings that are necessary in order to construct such a category. One must reject the replacing of the Other with an illusory figuration of the human that allows an operation of selfishness, of affinity to the self, as the basis for acknowledging violation of rights. One must acknowledge that it is in specific assemblages of encounter that one finds many supposed violations of human rights, that the creation of assemblages of terror are, as Puar notes, specifically contingent upon the military structures that allow for imperial control.
The supposed universality of a right is, conversely, a powerful rhetorical figure when used in critique, when one asks what an absolute right would look like. The assertion of housing as a human right, that all have a right to shelter, is one example in that it runs up with the question of what to do with those who refuse treatment, who refuse work, who use the safety of shelter as a specific protection against that which is held as “contributing” by capitalist standards. Quickly, liberals make the right in question less and less absolute, until they are left with an even more idealistic, a more ideological notion of what constitutes deserving shelter. The “right” in question quickly reveals itself as a mere structure of control, a means of requiring that even those who have not been apprehended by structures of capital, the undefined peasantry, be made legible by standards of capital. This is seen in the implication that, with available counseling, all would take the chance and moreover take treatment: the problem of drug addiction is supposedly solved by offering gestures of detox and abstinence. For a liberal conceptual mind, if shelter and food were provided no “correct” or “good” person would refuse this treatment, would stay on drugs, would continue to be addicted. There is a sufficient threshold, according to liberal standards, that one must pass through in order to rectify trauma, and once that threshold is passed it is an inevitable recovery that follows.
That some drug users would much rather defer treatment, would seek it in bits and pieces between the times where they get high and specifically defy the structures of productivity, are only vaguely connected to structures of consumer apprehension, that some people do not meet liberal standards of goodness is, in effect, unthinkable. The notion of “solving” problems caused by the violence of neoliberalism is itself an impossible notion beyond gestures, beyond a sort of motion of thought that considers an ideological solution that one must enter into a certain sort of state of penance to be within. Rather than acknowledging that some will not willingly, at any point, join structures of productivity except as a matter of convenience, one finds the liberal ideological supposition that there is an innately good, innately productive impetus that can be used in order to structure aid as a process. In this fashion one finds an assertion of rights that in fact is not at all the structure it claims to be. It is a structure of privileges, a structure of contingencies, a structure specifically based on excluding those who do not meet liberal standards of intelligibility. It relies upon an exclusion of the Other, at its most basic level and in its most basic functioning.
“One can see that Minrathous was once the center of the world. The vestiges of her power and artistry yet stand. But they are buried in the layers of filth that the Imperium’s decadence has accumulated over the ages. The magocracy live in elegant stone towers, literally elevated above the stench of the slaves and peasants below. The outskirts of Minrathous are awash in a sea of refugees turned destitute by the never-ending war between the Imperium and the Qunari.
And yet the Imperium survives. Whether with sword or magic, Tevinter remains a force to be reckoned with. Minrathous has been besieged by men, by Qunari, by Andraste herself, and never fallen.”
― Codex entry: The Tevinter Imperium
The reckoning of days has been foreseen, the light shall extinguish, endless darkness will bring chaos, people will fight for survival. The only salvation to mankind, The Chosen King, King of Light will return with his rays of warming light he shall rekindle the world. People would once again be welcomed by the brimming light.
Thanks for the bravery and hope of many hearts, the world was not lost to eternal darkness.
“Everyone that sacrificed for me… especially, Luna, Dad, Gladiolus, Ignis and Prompto… Thanks for standing by me.. You guys are my light…”
“You guys are the best. And I wish I could spend at least one more day by your side… Walk tall my friends.”
The carriage rolls along a bumpy, overgrown road and up across a bridge over the river Hurt. As it approaches, Hurtfew Abbey transforms from a distant blob into a square, stately house. Lascelles takes off his hat to lean out of the small carriage window for a better look, misting his hair in fine droplets of rain. It is a wet, grey morning, the early sun shrouded in heavy clouds, but he can see no candles in the windows, no immediate indication of life within. Drooping, sad apple trees line the river and by the looks of it, the lawn has not been tended to within months.
He withdraws back into the carriage, unselfconscious, for once, of the boyish enthusiasm in his smile. The company is not rarefied. There is his lover, the captain; up on the driver’s seat is Arthur, his footman, who has proved himself as impassive and efficient as ever on their days’ journey to York; and with them in the carriage sits the fidgety Dr Reed, the captain’s favoured companion for dangerous ventures. Lascelles has never paid a great deal of attention to Reed, allowing his first impressions of the man to remain the last. Merivel trusts him, and that is sufficient.
One week earlier, Lascelles had a visit from Davey, the lamented Mr Norrell’s footman, whose loyalty he had purchased soon after the magician had been lost in Faerie. Davey had had a message from Norrell’s old butler, who was anxious for the house to come under new ownership. No servants, not even the gardener, had dared step on the grounds of Hurtfew in the weeks since Norrell’s death had been made public. The house was haunted, they said, and now going to seed, with all its fine old furniture left to moths and worms. Lascelles’s first thought, naturally, was for the books.
Mr Norrell’s books of magic have value beyond reckoning. It has long been his ambition to find them and have them reprinted for his own private collection. They will be difficult to get to, he knows, for the old man would not have left them without some kind of magical protection, but it is certainly worth trying. The books may technically belong to Mr Strange now, but who could blame Lascelles for wanting to rescue them from decay? Should Mr Segundus and his key be located, Lascelles will place them, with all due reverence, with their brothers in the library in Hanover-square.
As for the stories of hauntings, Lascelles is inclined to consider them nonsense, but one does not take tea with a fairy without learning to be at least a little cautious. In his coat pockets, he carries iron medallions and his duelling pistols. In the inside pocket of his jacket there are two vials of ointments from the collection of Miss Volkova, a witch who loved him once and left him her key when she left England. In his boot, encased in a hidden leather sheet, is a knife edged with silver that he purchased specifically for the journey. One never knows. And, of course, he brought Merivel. He turns his smile towards the captain.
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Fourteen hours ago, Chuck Hansen called Raleigh Becket mediocre in absentia. (It was a shitty thing to say, Chuckles. Most of those “mediocre” pilots are dead. All of the Mark III pilots are dead.)
So Raleigh’s expression here makes sense.
But why would Chuck also be wearing a likewise judgmental face?
Chuck’s piloting years never overlapped with Raleigh’s; regardless of what you believe as to how aware Chuck was of the Beckets, how likely are you to have a perfect memory of someone nobody’s seen in five and a half years? Even assuming Herc and Chuck were in the loop and knew Stacker was jaunting off to bring back a former pilot Chuck has never worked with before, that doesn’t mean the grubby guy carrying the bags is that guy. (Assuming you read there being a friendship between Chuck and Mako, there’s no reason to read jealousy here, she and Raleigh aren’t copilots YET.) So why does Chuck look at Raleigh like he has a bad taste in his mouth, like he takes Raleigh’s presence as a personal affront?
Because his presence there is a personal affront.
Chuck is from Sydney. He’s been stationed at the Sydney Shatterdome. Sydney had a Wall, before Mutavore went through it. Walls of that size take years to build, though, and the Jaeger program was in decline before what’s implied to be the World Security Council decided to decommission it in favor of building more coastal walls.
Chuck watched them build the Sydney Wall for years. He was stationed in Sydney, he can’t have missed the construction and the signs–
What do you think about Percy and Poseidon's relantionship? I saw your post about annabeth and Athena's and I LOVE IT
I think Percy and Poseidon have the most unique godly parent-child relationship in all of pjo and hoo to be completely honest. It exists in its own arena of understanding and love which is expressed really subtly throughout the series but it’s really, really important.