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daisychainsandbowties

super curious today about how people feel toward the names they might have been given. apparently i used to ask my mom about my “boy name” several times a week and get really sad i couldn’t have both my given name and that name. being trans this is hilarious to me now so wondering

also curious how this intersects with being trans!! i feel like my fixation with it definitely had a lot to do with that, so idk add in tags? if you feel like being trans makes you more/less curious about it

archbudzar

i dont understand

bettsfic

listen. padme amidala is a freak, okay. ever since aotc i’ve had to listen to bullshit arguments about how awful the prequel romance is, how anakin’s a red flag, blah blah blah. that’s a smooth brain take. first of all, of course he’s a red flag. that’s the point. you think padme doesn’t know anakin is ten pounds of mommy issues in a five pound bag? you think she looked at soggy weeping anakin begging her to love him and didn’t immediately think “yes i definitely will peg him” ?? you think just because she’s a queen turned senator that she isn’t just as horny and feral as he is? anakin wasn’t even pushy about it. he was just “oh btw i’ve been obsessed with you for a decade and live in a perpetual state of emotional agony but thats okay whatever you want is fine with me haha” and padme goes “yea okay i’m into that.” two minutes after he’s assigned to be her bodyguard she gives an obligatory little “i have a bad feeling about this” and then just fucking marries him. this is a woman who wore white to a blood bath. come on.

bettsfic

#I like the prequels more now that I’ve decided to stop trying to shoehorn any character’s behaviors into normal boxes #and instead just asked myself ‘what kind of person would make these choices’ and see the characters as that #Padme seriously wore a black corset to tell him she was very into him but they would not be fucking #instead of saying oh my god who DOES that #I just instead ask myself ‘who does that’ and realize that explains a lot more #here is this wealthy educated and perhaps a little vain woman who sees her childhood hick charitycase friend grew up as a hot goth jock #and oh no he’s still space racist and awkward and yet she goes harder for him after finding that out #she’s absolutely a freak #her being a freak is actually the most polite way to interpret her character #because it intersects so interestingly with this virgin child queen who crowned the emperor shit that’s her actual legacy #to be honest I still have no clue what Lucas intended to say with these characters but tehyre a lot more fun once you turnoff preconceptions #the OT trilogy are adorable and iconic but the PT trio are great because theres something fucking wrong with all of them #just comically tragically the dumbest combination of disordered behavior from a group of protagonists #the OT trio are unlikely but largely successful heroes! The PT trilogy are hyper-competent child geniuses who grew up to be #heavily decorated and famous heroes who break the entire setting forever and I love that for them!

shout out to @superstardestroyer for having the most correct star wars opinion on this website

anxietyproblem

evilwizards

spider pronouns it/ze/bit/xe

salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

disgruntled-foreign-patriarch

humans are the same

mornington-the-crescent

bedlamsbard

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

     Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

     Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

     Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

     Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

    Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

     Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years).  For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.  I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.  Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!  You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.  You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.  Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.  (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

red-faced-wolf

beggars-opera

My favorite inadvertently creepy photography convention from Victorian times actually is the "hidden mother" photograph. As we know, taking pictures of wiggly babies is hard, especially if their mothers aren't holding them. But for some reason people keep insisting on having baby photos taken with only the babies.

The Victorian solution to this...was to just throw a blanket over the mother and pretend she wasn't there.

enki2

catchymemes

anxietyproblem

myosotis-luceae

calellon

i'm sorry we've fallen out touch it's just that i've been in a very bad spot mentally (2011-present)