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boneinator · 3 months
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I'll rust with you - Steam Powered Giraffe
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basofy · 3 months
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thank you lisa
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hazel-callahans · 7 months
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the hardest part is taking the leap, but at least i'm moving forward. even if i don't know exactly where i'm going. no one ever does.
The Jump (2018) — dir. Carla Dauden, starring Ruby Cruz
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hecate-spawn · 9 months
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i have such a weird relationship to Ena Shinonome because I don't talk about her and the minute She gets a focus event and I wanna throw up and cry and I don't shut up about her for like 24 hours and she has the most relatable commissions songs that also make me want to throw up and cry like girl what the fuck
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eeveekitti · 5 months
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(this is for the spotify wrapped thing) fourty-two?
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42 - Oatmeal by Jack Stauber
" CIRCUMSTANCE, THE UNEXPECTED "
" how could i have known? "
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god-was-silent · 9 months
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reading Harlan Ellison's Deathbird Stories: A Pantheon of Modern Gods (fucking fantastic) and was immediately VERY surprised reading "On the Downhill Side"—pleasantly surprised and fascinated with this story, this 'two ghosts of New Orleans are involved with one another by the God of Love in their last chance for something better before eternity in limbo hits them both, also there's a unicorn there' story,—with the protagonist, Paul Ordahl, because his story is Gorrister's story.
"On the Downhill Side" can be found easy-like in online archives within the actual set of Deathbird Stories (unless someone wants to hunt down a signed vinyl audiobook)—and I'll actually transcribe a page or two under the cut for fun, but really all that needs to be said is that Gorrister's life history in the video game is almost entirely a play-by-play of Paul's, except instead of Glynis it's Bernice, instead of a truck driver he's an architect (and frankly how the 'bitch mother-in-law' gets into contact with him makes more sense here—because Paul was receiving an award and doing an interview at a televised architect's convention and she cross-referenced that with newspapers to find the convention hotel, all that), and instead of never quite caring he always seemed to love too much—among other things.
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream was published in 1967, On the Downhill Side in 1972, the IHNMAIMS video game in 1995. wonder why things progressed the way it did in all that time in terms of how Gorrister's character was developed and changed. 'peace marcher and conscientious thinker to world-weary gave-little-damns-to-begin-with truck driver' and all.
do with that information what you will. 'd love to hear other folks' thoughts on this
ohh welcome to even more text okay here we go all standard content warnings for Gorrister's story apply (suicide and institutionalization mostly), just isolating some of Paul's dialogue once again from "On the Downhill Side" (1972) by Harlan Ellison (credit is important!)
"'My name is Paul Ordahl,' I told her. 'And the most awful thing that ever happened to me was my first wife, Bernice. I don't know how else to put it—even if it sounds melodramatic, it's simply what happened—she went insane, and I divorced her, and her mother had her committed to a private mental home.'"
"'Her mother was the one had her committed, you see. I only heard from them twice after the divorce. It had been four stinking years and I really didn't want any more of it. Once, after I'd started making some money, the mother called and said Bernice had to be put in the state asylum. There wasn't enough money to pay for the private home any more. I sent a little; not much. I suppose I could have sent more, but I was remarried, there was a child from her previous marriage. I didn't want to send any more. I told the mother not to call me again. There was only once after that…it was the most terrible thing that ever happened to me.'"
"'I was in New York,' I said. 'I was receiving an award at an architects' convention—did I mention I was an architect—yes, that's what I was at the time, an architect—and I did a television interview. The mother saw me on the program, and checked the newspapers to find out what hotel we were using for the convention, and she got my room number and called me. I had been out quite late after the banquet when I'd gotten my award, quite late. I was sitting on the side of the bed, taking off my shoes, my tuxedo tie hanging from my unbuttoned collar, getting reading to just throw clothes on the floor and sink away, when the phone rang. It was the mother. She was a terrible person, one of the worst I ever knew, a shrike, a terrible, just a terrible person. She started telling me about Bernice in the asylum. How they had her in this little room and how she stared out the window most of the time. She'd reverted to childhood, and most of the time she couldn't even recognize the mother; but when she did, she'd say something like 'Don't let them hurt me, Mommy, don't let them hurt me.' So I asked her what she wanted me to do, did she want money for Bernice or what…Did she want me to go see her since I was in New York…and she said God no. And then she did an awful thing to me. She said the last time she'd been to see Bernice, my ex-wife had turned around and put her finger to her lips and said, 'Shhh, we have to be very quiet. Paul is working.' And I swear, a snake uncoiled in my stomach. It was the most terrible thing I'd ever heard. No matter how secure you are that you honest to God had not sent someone to a madhouse, there's always that little core of doubt, and saying what she'd said just burned out my head. I couldn't even think about it, couldn't even really hear it, or it would have collapsed me. So down came these iron walls and I just kept on talking, and after a while she hung up.'
'It wasn't till two years later that I allowed myself to think about it, and then I cried; it had been a long time since I'd cried. Oh, not because I believed that nonsense about a man isn't supposed to cry, but just because there hadn't been anything that important to cry about. But when I let myself hear what she'd said, I started crying, and just went on and on till I finally went in and looked into the bathroom mirror and I asked myself face to face if I'd done that, if I'd ever made her be quiet so I could work on blueprints or drawings…
'And after a while I saw myself shaking my head no, and it was easier. That was about three years before I died.'"
"I remember the daybreak of the night I'd died. There had been mist. I had been a suicide.
My third wife had left me. She had gone away during the night, while I'd been at a business meeting with a client; I had been engaged to design a church in Baton Rouge. All that day I'd steamed the old wallpaper off the apartment we'd rented. It was to have been our first home together, paid for by the commission. I'd done the steaming myself, with a tall ladder and a steam condenser and two flat pans with steam holes. Up near the ceiling the heat had been so awful I'd almost fainted. She'd brought me lemonade, freshly squeezed. Then I'd showered and changed and gone to my meeting. When I'd returned, she was gone. No note."
#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims#gorrister ihnmaims#harlan ellison#//echo#fatal flaw's that i don't shut up on posts nor in my tags#i read a piece at a point talking about how ellison was said to be a good author to be introduced to in middle school#something about the age's resonance with themes of antagonism and isolation and aggression and the likes#to be 'outgrown' just because he's got one Voice he's really good at while other authors—#—have some better range at capturing themes of love and devotion#and all things considered my other favorite stories of his ARE basilisk and the whimper of whipped dogs#because that Voice is so fucking poignant and biting in there...so. hm#but by god a lot of his stories were fucking about love. that's important to me too#'d never want to dismiss those works or take it for granted for some perceived tonal dissonance yanno#^ all borderline fucking irrelevant what i REALLY want to say is that i wish i could dissect the video game#something about bemoaning never getting to know author's intent. game development processes. what was it FORRR#leaning towards 'elevating a prior work' over any kind of 'quick copy paste' situation. but also like. ???#but fuuck if i know. i don't. never will#so mostly just using it to add some color to my mental perception of gorrister. give that man a unicorn!#weird flavor packet#only putting his tag on there in case someone has it blocked. ellison cw bahaha#if i'm hard to read i am so fucking sorry
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patrickztump · 6 months
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thinking about the buzzfeed puppy interview where when asked about mania's shift from the blue-red color theme, pete answered "'young and menace' just sounded purple," so my question for you all is:
chosen color options are based off colors on the cover, the pink seashell promotional phase, and tie-back to the blue-red theme.
very curious about this, so please reblog for wider reach <3
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merrysithmas · 6 months
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#1 one reason i loved the elvis movie so much was the painful, pathos-filled, agonizing allegory it was for the genuine beauty of the personified American Spirit (elvis) vs the vicious system of Capitalism (the colonel) & the utterly inevitable destruction therein.
the commentary on Americana as an ever-changing traveling carnival of products/wares/talents exploited at the highest level by profit, which decays all that was beautiful about them in the process... yet makes their success in such a structure boil down to a symbiotic relationship to this parasitic system itself. (clenches fist)
but there is no way out, hotel california, heartbreak hotel, once you check in you can never leave.
and how all of us in america are essentially born into this exploitive materialistic system, somehow trying to breathe, and always failing. always losing something (or someone or ourselves) in the pursuit of something else. no "having it all", because then youd be free.
the premise of the country: it's a false choice, a false sense of freedom. trade one thing for something else. debt, payment, cost, profit.
in his most memorable scene with the colonel elvis rightfully explodes at the exploitation he's suffered - to which the colonel replies in his cool delighted way, as if watching an animal pace in a cage, knowing he can never bite, that they have lived off each other - America and Capitalism... and neither can live any longer without one another.
a dark marriage that results ultimately, in the film's context, in either the death of the Salesman or the Person who has become the Product.
longing to fly away but we cant, the dorian gray effect that is Success in America esp when you arent schooled in how to fight against it.
(screams into the void) americana golden cage allegories
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bleeping-cartoon · 2 years
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fanny :•)
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dexaroth · 4 months
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in my head daron is just a fancier version of the gray+black coat that foxes and japanese serows have.. and probably others species i dont know of
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its the silver n black swag. looks great in real life!
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but as an actual flat 2d pattern it fails very miserably at being interesting. even if you used more tones inbetween its still just 2 colors and it cant capture the texture of the fur like in real life.. sob
i love the coat a lot but i also cant seem to apply it to daron. i just cant possibly imagine him not being blue but every time i see this silver n black coat i go thats me!! so cool!! so pretty!!
more aminals should have this coat. faaaar too little silver n black animals its always grey n brown. ew! go silver!!
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ablednt · 2 years
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I find anti-mogai people really funny cause they’ll be out here writing whole essays on how we’re somehow the source of capitalism and consumerism and also the reason transphobia exists and coming up with all these wild theories but then if you ask anyone who coins mogai labels they’re literally just like “yeah I could probably just explain my feelings on gender and sexuality every time in so many words instead of making new words for it but also it’s fun and I want more pride flags because I’m a fan of stripes and I want to put colors in my mouth.”
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the-nysh · 2 years
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Hi Nysh!🐣 In general, on what basis does this or that fictional char become your favourite? For ex, they possess qualities that you admire or you find yourself in them and can relate to them or their actions and personality are interesting to analyze etc.
Ooh :D well fortunately I've described some favorite character types briefly here, but I’ll continue to elaborate:
- Emotionally constipated sons who overcompensate because the feelings they fear are too much for their vessels to contain. (Aka their feelings are far stronger than they know how to properly manage or navigate; in which they mistakenly think these feelings are a weakness/vulnerability, so they try so hard to repress them down, which usually backfires, because in fact those feelings are one of their biggest purest strengths; a core part of themselves they can’t get rid of.) They must learn how to properly face that avoided truth in their hearts or else they risk self-destructive tendencies. It’s always an inner struggle about accepting/finding/mastering/overcoming oneself I find most compelling and endearing to witness, every time. :’) (Longtime archetype: Raphael; towards more recent favs: Genos, Mob, Kacchan, Garou...they all have that compelling ‘element’ that draws me in that I can’t look away from. 👀)
- Or responsible and strong, dignified, nuanced ladies who both feel and fight for a purpose. (Most fond examples: Teresa of the Faint Smile, Nausicaa; Ryougi Shiki the one in my icon, Homura, etc.) Emotionally, I prefer them to be a bit more ‘cooled’ (ie more mature and self-aware) than the fiery sons I’m fond for, but these ladies can still snap with their passionate sides or show feral (protective) rage too when the moment strikes, which is always an impressive often scary treat. (Most impressionable example that’s stuck with me: when the usually kind, pacifist Nausicaa snapped in feral anger when she saw her father killed, enough to kill others herself, that she became afraid of that side of herself and what she’s capable of when those inner feelings take over...oh oohh!!!! So good. That you can see how characters like Mob similarly struggle containing such strong feelings too.)
Superficially, if characters are generally designed cute, funny/dorky, and badass (all together in one package) then they'll usually gain my attention. (Bonus if they're oblivious dummy asshole little shits for fun entertainment too.) But for them to really ‘take’ my feelings further, they’ll usually need a bit more involvement...
Cause it’s those that can make me feel AND think (enough to write endlessly about, yes) are the characters who I often take to most strongly, because yes....there’s some of that relatability factor involved, in which I can see some of my younger self in their emotional struggles too. Because for example...I understand the kind of anger over experiencing a loss beyond one’s control (like a death in the family)...and that anger from feeling powerlessness (enough to hurt yourself or others thru the guilt/frustration) is some of the ugliest you can feel. :’) It’s part of what originally drew me to Genos for example, and the moment of recognition hit me like a lightning strike when Kacchan admitted in self-imploding agony: ‘why was I the one to end All Might?’ Hoo boy, I felt that, even his misplaced guilt/responsibility thrust on himself when none of that (the parts beyond his control) were his fault. (This is why I fondly dub them ‘sons,’ because aahh, they’re feeling some of what I’ve already been through. :’3)
So what it takes for me to Understand(tm) and connect to them on a deeper, empathetic level can all come together within a single moment (like for that Kacchan example) or it can be a more gradual process over time (like for Garou), while actively witnessing their growth/struggles, and looking forward to how they come into their own (better) selves. :’3 But that fondness, of how it feels when you scan for any sightings of them, which also keeps your eyes glued to the pages with them, enough to evoke that familiar, even comforting sense that sparks joy, to the point where you just know -there he is-...ah yes, that ‘favorite’ feeling’s definitely the same.
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willowbyte · 2 years
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huh
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i've had tumblr accounts on and off since 2015 and this is for sure the ugliest the site has ever looked and it's not even a competition
like i get that it's easy to joke about how tumblr's always been making shitty changes that everyone hates but this is ridiculous
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inkskinned · 1 year
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"the curtains weren't blue on purpose. why should we care?"
my love! let me ask you this - did you eat breakfast today? this tiny moment in your life. just think about it. did you?
for some of you, the answer is yes and for some of you it is technically and for some of you it is does coffee count. some of you reached for cereal or gmo-free overnight oats or frozen waffles or 3-day-old pizza. sometimes we eat the same thing, every day, for weeks. i get tired of eggs randomly, only to go back to craving them desperately. i'm cuban; i take my coffee like my father showed me, very milky and sweet.
some of us ate in a hurry. some of us hate eating breakfast but if we don't we will get nauseous later. some of us took our meds first or took our meds after. some of us have a kitchen 5 feet wide and sometimes it's the biggest room in the house. some of us are confident there will be food in the pantry and some of us flinch and say well, the paycheck is coming. some of us turn on a podcast while we eat or we scroll our phones or write in our diaries.
some of us are choosing, specifically, not to eat breakfast. some of us are too busy. some of us are pretending we "just forgot," but we are ignoring the warning signs that everything feels too-heavy. some of us are so consumed with anxiety or grief that we can't eat. some of us can't stand up long enough to make our coffee. some of us have no table to sit down and eat.
i cannot tell you what an artist "meant" by their choices. but they did have to make a choice, conscious or otherwise, to give you information. to give you a little bit more light. each of these choices are little stars of data; connecting speckles for you to weave through, drawing a line.
you cannot use a mirror in a dark room. for some of us; we will not care that the curtains are blue, because that will just be a data point and not enough light to see by. for some of us, the blue curtains will be the same as our childhood bedroom. it will make us seasick. for some of us, blue will be the color of frostbite. it might look like a pixel up close; but from a distance, oh! the picture blooms.
i cannot tell you what will stick out for you. what will carry meaning. some of you will read the sentence "i didn't have breakfast today" and say "this means nothing." some of you will read that and say "oh, me neither." some of you will say "this means the character is probably a little grouchy." some of you will say "oh, i wonder if they're okay. why didn't they eat anything?" ... art is a mirror. i am holding hands with you, over space and time, and asking you to feel something with me.
i want you to read my work and find a blue pair of curtains. i want you to read my work and find things in it that i never imagined placing. i have no way of knowing what will resonate with you, that's true. and maybe i just was hungry while i wrote this, and thinking about the eggs in my fridge. but if you found meaning, that meaning is yours. it cannot be erased just because i didn't "intend" it. you created a different world by interpreting my work. it's collaborative! that's beautiful! that's stunning!
just! imagine looking at the night sky and saying - it's stupid to have a favorite constellation or a favorite star. they're just there.
because here's the thing - across centuries and cultures, we look up. we still find meaning in the stars. these beautiful, lovely scattered accidents. are you looking? they call. and we look back and say oh! of course we are!
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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i like rinoa a lot >:3
#🌙.rambles#that said though i accidentally spoiled myself#on some bits#on her fandom wiki 😭😭#THAT ENDING THOUGH#IT MADE ME SMILE. SO ADORABLE#i love sm of the ff pairs sm but like. idk tidus n yuna is Painful oh my god suteki da ne is. :^)#but like ffix yk i actually finished it n. zidane n garnet n their song sob </3 N THE WAY SHE RAN AT THE END#rinoa n squall tho r like. probably the one that resonates w me most#i rlly want to play so badly#i like how they do the dialogue. the thoughts n all#n w rinoa n squall there's like.. hesitation? stuff unsaid n that's so me#sorry wait 'noticing a shooting star much as the one he had seen on the night the pair first met' I AM SO WEAK#ffviii w the time stuff i think will very much appeal to me#n like i know a bit of what happens to rinoa.. i think in space. that gets me every time#n then i just rlly rlly rlly rlly like rinoa HDFLKAJSDF she's so pretty n. kind. yeah 🥺🫶🏼#she's just like slightly taller than me i think#n i love her color scheme help i'm biased to blue#rinoa w the wings n the shooting star stuff n the flowers <3 though the last two r more like. w squall too or ffviii in general ig#i.. wna be like rinoa. or maybe i've always just related to her too. yeah#yeah that's one kind of chara i rlly like. yk the ones that r kind to others but. yk they themselves deserve more too#like hermes xiv. with animals. n i genuinely barely know anything abt ffviii buuut rinoa to squall too if i'm not mistaken ^^#ohhh. yeah fr the wing motif n smth related to the night sky. like shooting stars. that's for both rinoa n hermes funnily enough#rinoa reminds me of alphinaud too somehow#n just. remembered that rinoa's technically sort of a witch n the angel to ultimecia's devil. i like her a lot hehe#n then. back to rinoa. i suppose i can't help but cherish her naivety in a way. reminds me of myself at times#ah. no. i can't ramble about this
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