My friend explained the spoon theory to our DM and he was like “ohhh so it’s like when you’re out of spell slots and you need to take a long rest to regain them all” and now I keep thinking of myself as being out of spell slots instead of out of spoons
It’s perfect actually because taking a shower is like a 2nd level task, whereas making an important phone call is a 5th. If you’re out of 5th level task slots, you can’t do that phone call. However you can expend higher level slots to take that shower if you’ve spent your lower task slots on dishes, eating, and getting dressed.
THANK YOU FOR REBLOGGING THIS FRIENDO BECAUSE THIS IS A PERFECT COMPARISON AND IT HAS RESTORED ME
u know what’s wrong with tumblr now?? too many kids who weren’t here for glee. y’all have no idea. none of u understand the suffering we went through. the hell. the endless war. u come in here and u try to start The Discourse but u dont get that we already made these mistakes. we already had the discourse and its done now. its over. its all over and u should let it stay dead but u wont and that’s why we all hate u
I was not here for the days of glee but please relay that fandom history
its not history, its blood. i still see it all over this website. the vague posts. the deactivated urls. where do u think the word problematic became popular. where do u think the representational anger started. glee was the hungry gaping void that consumed us all. it said watch us and find yourself. there is someone for everyone. santana is a lesbian and kurt is gay and brittany is bisexual and quinn, god knows what quinn is, she’s straight but we have her say things like “you were singing to finn and only finn, right?” and artie is disabled. mercedes is black and our outlet for body positivity. we are all oppressed by something and we are different and we are outcasts and we are you.
and we fell for it. we watched glee and we related to its characters and we fought its wars until it was too late. until it was nothing but a distorted picture of a parody of reality, a cracked mirror in which our souls were sucked and encased in glass. finn outed santana but it’s fine because he had good intentions. sam was supposed to be gay but we’re bringing blaine anderson in for that instead. the q in quinn is for queerbait. brittany was maybe raped but it was a one liner so who really knows. will schuester was a horrible fucking adult and should never have been allowed to care for children. finn, the white straight boy, did everything wrong but it was narratively presented as right. we turned on each other. klaine vs kum and finchel vs faberry. santana fought everyone so brittana stans fought everyone. character vs character, ship vs ship, blogger against blogger. we fucking hated each other. there was no glee fandom. there were character fandoms and ship fandoms and that is it and our mottos were all fuck glee.
we won every popularity contest, every online poll. we voted our fingers to the bone. we created art and wrote fanfic and made such excellent photo manips they were published in newspapers. we were prolific. we were consumers of the hell we created and we just kept producing more in a fucked up dystopian fandom chain of supply and demand. don’t get me started on the rpf. dianna wore a likes girls shirt on tour and made a statement an hour later revoking it. some people still say heya is real but it’s like a breath of the wind, a sound so bare i can’t quite make out the words.
u asked for history. theres no history, only rage and pain and regret, the image of anonymous with a grey face and sunglasses telling u to kill urself because u thought artie was a dick for calling brittany stupid that one time. this website is a reflection of the hole glee left when it finished taking all it could from us, when the void could not consume anything more, and the posts on it now, the social justice “discourse” that is just giant piles of steaming, unsifted, unrefined shit is from those who refused to learn from us. the history is here and it followed us and we can never ever escape it.
For some reason I fully believe George is slightly anal-retentive about his stuff. Like I just had a mental image of George’s room at the Dancing Dove being immaculately clean, and all of his goods, both stolen and legally owned, being organized in a precise and specific way. I’m not saying shrink wrapped or on display in a collector’s cabinet with special lighting, just normal stuff, but it’s very neat and there’s a system. It irritates George when people move his stuff around, and his friends did a lot of eye rolling as he yelled things like “These books have specific spots on the bookshelf, for the love of Mithros you can’t just jam them back in wherever!” at them.
Alanna, on the other hand, is a bit of a slob. Her whole life she’s grown up with servants, and also her bio dad, brother, and adopted dad were all absent-minded professor types who surely left/leave books, papers, and supplies out haphazardly all over their respective offices. Page training forced Alanna to be much more organized, and of course she takes very good care of her armor and weapons, but when it comes to her everyday belongings she’s still a bit haphazard. When she first moved into the Swoop, George and Alanna sometimes argued about how exactly their shared room should look, but now they mostly have an equilibrium. Alanna is careful with George’s belongings and puts them back exactly. George refrains from comment about the stack of papers and books on her bedside table, or the fact that her trunk has a small layer of debris lining the bottom because she never fully cleans it after a trip. Occasionally when Alanna is teasing George and feeling petty she might move something, or even hide it, but these days its (mostly) all in good fun. When they first moved in together, knowing how George was and also having intimate knowledge of Alanna’s room as a squire, Jon was very amused by this dynamic and made it a point to ask them both how the transition was going a lot, struggling to keep a straight face.
Despite what it may seem, Alanna really is ok with the fact that Aly is so close with George. When Aly became a teenager it was a more purposeful rejection of Alanna, and that hurt. But Alanna loved seeing little Aly love her Da so much, and her Da loving her back. Alanna didn’t have a good relationship with her father, so watching Aly and George bond felt like therapy sometimes. During the few times when Alanna was home and George was gone, Alanna would hear a knock at her door late at night, and Aly would come shuffling in, saying “I miss Da. I wish Da was home,” and Alanna would hold her close under the warm blankets and whisper back, “Me too, little one”. It made Alanna feel like she had picked right, that even during times she was angry with George, or uncertain about her life, at the base she had at least picked the right man to be the father to her children. Alanna was at least happy that she had succeeded at giving her daughter something Alanna had never had.
George definitely took the lead on the day-to-day bits of parenting, and was the more full time parent, but there were some things Alanna had a better grip on than George. I imagine that outside of his forays into crime, George was actually a pretty well behaved child. I would bet that Eleni needed to be working a lot of the time to keep them afloat and that while she was working George was expected to be quiet and keep to himself. Whereas Alanna and Thom, protected by being nobles, obviously spent their childhoods getting into trouble. I feel like there had to be many times when Aly and Alan did something completely outrageous and Alanna had to reassure George that they weren’t budding sociopaths. “Oh please, Thom and I used to light things on fire all the time! It’s normal, just send Aly and Alan to their room. Oh, be sure to take the flint and steel away before you do though”.
George is obsessed with books. Books were absolutely a luxury in medieval times, and being able to read and write was a huge status symbol, which is why Eleni notes that people thought “[Eleni] thought [herself] better than they were, because [she] kept her home and [her] child as clean as may be and taught him his letters” (Terrier, pg. 2). Eleni taught George to read, but I can’t imagine they had many books, and if they had any they were probably tomes about healing, not fun reads. I have to think, someone as smart and interested in the world as George is, he must have thirsted for books. I think that when he got into thievery he either stole books as well, or used the money he got to buy them right away. Other thieves probably teased him about it, but George paid them no heed. As an adult he takes great satisfaction in his library, growing it constantly. As a parent nothing pleases him more than giving his children books. George doesn’t want his kids to grow up soft and spoiled like other nobles, he tries very hard to teach them the difference between “want” and “need”, to teach them the value of hard work, to teach them gratitude. But when it comes to putting books in their hands all that goes out the window and he indulges them endlessly. He even makes them their own stories and books, like Aly’s Guide for a Young Spy. Studies in general, George was willing to spare no expense to ensure his children got the best tutors in almost every subject. He is intensely proud of Thom for how well he’s doing at university, and Alan’s reports home saying his schoolwork is more than satisfactory.
Speaking of Thom, that was a rough transition for George. George doesn’t have magic, and had basically no formal education. At some point in his education, Thom will definitely far surpass what George can comprehend. When his wife talks magic with Numair past what George understands, he feels only pride and love for her before he turns his attention elsewhere. When Thom does it, George starts to feel like he’s losing him. Thom used to think George knew everything, and now his father can barely understand a word when Thom talks about his classes. For a little bit George has no idea what to do, he never wants Thom to feel badly about succeeding, but George starts to dread talking to Thom about school (although he’s still immensely proud of his son’s accomplishments). George tries to swallow the feeling, but he can’t. He starts trying to teach himself magical theory from his wife’s books, although he can hardly make head nor tail of it, which only makes the feeling worse. One day Alanna catches him trying to teach himself, and although George tries to lie she persists in asking him, “What are you doing?” and he finally confesses his fears about never being able to hold a real conversation with his son again. After comforting him, Alanna promises to help. She starts bridging conversations, taking a long complicated thing that Thom has said and replying, “So you’re practicing two types of basic transmutation magic for the next few weeks, then moving on to a more advanced theory?” and George starts to feel like he can follow along again. Also, as time goes on and the experience isn’t so fresh and new, Thom wants breaks from school when he talks to his family. He seeks his father out for advice on everything from friends, to living in Corus. Every time Thom finds him alone and says sheepishly, “Hey Da, can I ask you something?” George feels more foolish for his fears of irrelevancy.
*ok, these are headcanons, not facts. But these started coming to me and they felt right, but I wanna discuss/debate them with people in order to fully flesh them out. Please feel free to agree or disagree with me and then tell me about it.
“Oh please George it’s no big deal Thom and I used to set stuff on fire all the time and we both turned out perfectly – hey, don’t give me that look!” “Alanna… sweet… what starts with ‘n’ and ends with ‘ecromancy’?”
Alanna:… Alanna: One time! George: *throws his hands up in the air, leaves room immediately*
Leo: You know what’s so interesting about Calypso?
Piper: Oh, kill me now.
Leo: The thing about Calypso I find so interesting is that, after all the gods have done to her, she’s still got hope life will get better.
Frank: The thing about Calypso you find so interesting is that she said six words to you.
Mr Darcy, probably: Do you know who I think is the ugliest girl in Longbourn? That Elizabeth Bennet. You know what I’d give her on a scale of one to ten, with one as the ugliest and ten as the prettiest? I’d give her an 8… 8.5… or a 9… but not… NOT over a 9.8. Because there is always room for improvement. Not everyone is perfect, like me. I’m holding out for a 10. Because I’m worth it.