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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - part 7 - the Isle and Backstabbers

WARNING: Heavy angst inbound! along with the inappropriate touching of minors and kidnapping

Minutes after Evie had finally finished her mini project for Ben’s isle gear, you were all rushing down the darkened halls of Auradon Prep's dorm building. Ben guided the way to the garage filled with the limos and the keys, moving to the side where the remotes and keys were stashed and grabbed one of each.

“Jay!” he turned, holding out his hands as Ben tossed the items to him “keys, remote!” Jay nodded, pressing the unlock button and running towards the limo that had gone off.

“Wait!” you all stopped as Evie suddenly yelled, moving to stand in front of Ben “Somethings wrong” you groaned as Evie tugged Ben’s beanie down and patted the sides of his head “there” Ben gave her a look and shook his head.

You all froze as a new male raspy teenager's voice came from behind you, “SHOTGUN!” you slowly turned and looked down, jaw-dropping as Dude happily stared up at you all. ‘I’ you thought, mind short-circuiting ‘why is Dude’s voice different??!’ he sounded like Beast Boy from Teen Titans??

“No Dude! Stay.” Carlos scolded, shaking his finger in Dude's face “the isles way too dangerous” Ben, Gil, Evie, you, and Jay just stared in shock (you were more in shock at the change of voice) as Dude whined and sat down.

“Did Dude just-“ Jay started, staring at Carlos as he pressed his lips together and nodded.

“talk?! Yeah, I know. I’ll tell you later” Carlos and Jay moved to get into the front seats, while you, Gil, and Evie moved towards the back end.

“let's go” Ben muttered, giving another glance to Dude before following after Evie. You sat down opposite of Evie, Gil sliding in next to you, and quickly buckled in, pressing the remote to remove the driver's seat divider.

“Okay,” Evie sighed, looking towards Jay as he started the limo and drove out of the garage “once we cross the bridge, park under the pier in the old garage. Got it?”

“Got it” Jay hummed, turning to the left as you left the bordars of Auradon prep. Almost an hour later you had finally arrived at the Auradon end of the bridge, Jay pressed the button and a golden bridge appeared under the limo, leading straight across the bridge to the isle. You crossed your arms and bit your lip.

Shivers had been running up your spine for almost two hours now, and the feeling in your stomach was just not going away.

Something was wrong, you could feel it…something had happened to Harry. “Jay please step on it….” You pleaded, feeling your nails dig into your palm as he nodded and pressed on the gas. Gil turned to you, furrowing his brows and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“it’s gonna be okay (y/n)” he murmured, smiling at you “Harry is going to be just fine”

-two hours earlier-

Harry kept his eyes open as he walked towards what was now Uma’s side of the wharf, not knowing if Uma saw him as a threat or not. He hoped she didn’t, she should know that he would never leave her side, not willingly.

He stopped, hearing the sound of footsteps walking his way…and the chatter of a monkey “Well well~ what do we have here!” Davy emerged from the shadows, a crooked grin on his face “ A lost Auradon brat?”

“Watch yer mouth Daisy” Harry snarled, smirking as Davy’s grin dropped at the nickname Harry had taunted him with since they were kids “even after being in Auradon fer six months I can still kick yer ass no problem”

Davy rolled his eyes and started to walk around harry as if he was a vulture hunting for its next meal “yeah yeah, whatever, but you kick my ass” he stopped, giving Harry a nasty grin “my crew will kick yours, and I don’t think you can handle more than three people at once~”

“crew?” Harry snorted, only knowing that Davy was now Uma’s ‘first mate’ “what crew? Yeh don’t got enough pull to even make someone take yer dinner order~” Harry purred, his brow twitching as Davy laughed “what.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that~ what was their name before they joined up with me n Uma??” Harry grit his teeth at the sound of his friend's name “oh yeah, the Warf Rats” Harry stopped, staring at Davy as the shorter teen cackled to his heart's content. “that’s right~ your crew abandoned you~ and it wasn’t even that long after they denounced you as leader and ran to me~ Uma on the other hand” Davy sighed, watching as Harry's eyes light up slightly at the mention of the sea witch. “held out for so. long. on the hope that you would come back and free her, she always told us you hadn't betrayed the isle, that you would come back for us, for her. But oh”

Davy took immense pride as Harry's bright eyes turned dark, and he looked towards the ground clenching his fists. “how heartbreaking for us to see that after only two months, she had given up….and now she wants revenge~ on you.” Harry twitched, making Davy let out a cold laugh and start to circle him again “and that buffoon Gil. Oh, and your little Auradon brat too, I don’t think she'll survive the first raid Uma rages on Auradon, poor thing, she's a beaut too….maybe I could convince Uma to let me have her as a toy-GUGH” Davy was suddenly shoved back into a wall, Harry's arm pressed against his throat as he looked into Harry's wide eyes, swimming with mania.

“listen here daisy~” Harry purred, his eyes seeming to flash red. “yeh won't even lay yer eyes on the lass because you won't even have the ability ta~ because I’m gonna rip out yer ugly little ones and squish ‘em like grapes, then fed em ta yeh.” Davy shivered at the madness induced cackle that echoed through the alleys around them.

Davy used his free hand to grab onto Harry’s arm and attempted to get out of his grip, stilling as he hardly even budged “how-when the fuck did you get so strong?!” Davy yelped, letting out a choked gurgle as Harry pressed his arm further into his throat.

“being in a place with actual food helps with that” Harry taunted, his eyes flashing again as Davy struggled to get out of his grip. He removed his other hand from Davy’s arm and grabbed his shirt, lifting him from the wall, into the air, and throwing him across the alley.

Davy coughed as he smacked into the wall, grunting loudly as he hit the ground with a loud smack and breathed in the dirt floor. He glanced up, eyes widening and rolling out of the way as Harry's sword came down just where his chest was moments earlier “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” he yelped dodging back quickly as Harry swung at him a couple of times.

Harry let out a loose chuckle, smirking at the wide-eyed Davy “yeh have no idea daisy~~” Davy drew his own sword and clashed it with Harry’s, the ringing sound of metal echoing around them.

Harry spun and swung his blade towards Davy's torso, giggling as Davy struggled to keep up with Harry's pace. Davy sidestepped attempting to flip his sword and stab harry, but he saw through his attempt and spun around, easily dodging Davy's blade and sliding his own through the hilt of Davy's sword and pulling it towards him. He caught it with his free hand and smirked, watching Davy slowly step back with a dark glare on his face.

“you’ll regret this Hook! And don’t think the crew will treat you the same as they did, you’re their enemy now” Davy stuck his tongue out childishly and ran down the alley he was near, disappearing from Harry's sight.

Harry was silent for a few moments, waiting for the sound of Davy's footsteps to disappear. As soon as they stopped Harry threw Davy's sword to the ground and gripped his head. “what happened ta meh” Harry groaned, clenching his eyes shut from the headache pulsing through his brain. He had never done that before, just fully let loose and go wild on his opponent, the only other time he had seen it happen was….he didn’t want to think about that, too many bad memories.

He sheathed his sword and shook his head and shoulders, looking around to see if he could jog his memory of any other ways to get to the chip shop without possibly alerting the, now apparently his enemy, crew. or any other isle goer that would tell his dad of his presence.

His eyes brightened and he set off to the other side of the Warf. The old cave system he and Uma used to travel along to get to school and back on time, that was it! He would be able to get to the chip shop no problem, and the entrance near it was just near the docks the restaurant rested on. He would finally be able to explain everything to Uma.

“what do you want boy” James growled in the darkness of his captain's quarters, numbly sipping on his nearly empty rum.

“Sorry to bother you captain but” Davy stepped into the candlelight, a crooked grin on his face, “I think I have some information that will please you” James turned his dull blue orbs to Davy and waved his hand for Smee, who squeaked and rushed over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a half-empty bottle of rum and ran over to James, the old washed-up captain chucking his now empty rum on the floor and popping open the “new” bottle. “well? Spill it boy” James rumbled, tipping his head back and taking a large swig of rum.

“Harry’s on the isle” James stopped, slowly looking over at the smugly grinning Davy and setting his rum on his desk.

“boy….if you are lying, it will be your head” James chuckled, standing up from his chair and hobbling to the main deck “LADS!” James’ crew stopped, looking towards their captain. His eyes flashed red as he gave a slanted grin to his old and withered face. “the boy is back” the crew hollered and started to make their way off the ship.

“he’ll be heading to the chip shop to go see Uma, if he gets to her before they do you won't be able to touch him” Davy sighed, crossing his arms and smirking at James “but I know exactly where he’ll be~” James patted Davys back.

“good form my boy, now go get my son for me, he has some….” He turned back to his quarters, his eyes flashing red again “chores to do~”

Davy nodded, cackling as the crew following him back to the chip shop.

Smee watched in horror as the crew hollered and jeered at the mere thought of getting their hands-on Harry….again.

“oh, my” Smee whispered, looking back to see James drinking himself stupid in “celebration” for his son's return “I-have-I must” he snuck off the ship, running towards Harriet's ship that rested even farther up the docks “I must stop this! It's gone on long enough!”

Harry popped open the old cellar-like doors and caught them before they could crash against the stone wall. He carefully climbed out of the cave system and shut the cellar doors behind him. He stepped over the small river like crack in the slick rock and grabbed onto the wooden ladder that led back up to the main docks, where Ursula’s Chip Shop was right next to.

He grunted slightly in effort as he stepped onto the old rotten wooden dock that no matter how hard you scrubbed and cleaned, forever smelled like fish and blood. He took a quick glance around and sigh, most of the residents around this area were either asleep, or inside the chip shop. He snuck around the back and looked up towards Uma’s window, remembering that around this time of night was her only break and she would spend her 5 minutes of privacy up in her room.

“Uma!” he whisper-yelled, looking down and picking up a small pebble, he chucked it at the thin pane of glass and whisper-yelled her name again “Uma! Um-mmfp!” A large hand clamped around his mouth, another set of arms grabbing his own and wrapping a tight rope around his wrists and upper arms.

“mmgf?!” Harry lunged forward halfway breaking free of the unknown person's grip and biting on the hand that covered his mouth, the person yelped and shook his hand away from Harry. “UMA! HEL-mmm!” a dirty cloth was tossed between his open teeth and pulled back, making harry yelp and clamp down on the cloth to alleviate the burning pain that came from the tug. The cloth was quickly tied in a knot behind his head and he was shoved to the ground, multiple hands holding him down.

He struggled to look over his should, but he wished he didn’t as he locked eyes with the hungry ones of his father's crew. ‘no’ he thought, feeling his nose burn as he started to struggle, his breath shortening as he felt ropes bound around his legs and thighs, preventing movement completely ‘please Hades no!’

“hello there again Hook~” Harry looked up, growling at the newest addition to the kidnapping group as Davy stepped into the street lights of the docks. “nice night isn’t it~ now, you are going to do me a favor” he kneeled next to Harrys struggling form, smirking as the men holding him down copped a feel on Harry's thighs and ass. Ooh how he reveled in the tears that gathered in Harrys eyes. “you are going to go with them, not like you have a choice, and stay away from Uma, I won't have you ruining my plans for her” Harrys brows furrowed, plans what plans?? “oh, I can see it, you want to know what is I’m planning? Well too bad, I've learned that monologuing only helps the hero defeat the villain….have fun Harry~ I’m sure many people on the isle missed you~” Davy gave a mocking wave as Harry was hefted up to his feet and dragged away from the chip shop.

Hot tears ran down Harry's cheeks as he listened to the disgusting jeers of his father's crew, all talking about how good it would feel to get buried in his ass gain ‘please, Hades no, someone…help me, Uma, Harriet, uncle Smee!’ he sobbed through the dirty cloth, once more attempting to break free of the two crew members grip, who simply laughed at his attempt and carried on dragging him towards his father's dreadful ship ‘(y/n)…help me!!!’

Davy dropped his smirk as someone stepped out onto the docks in front of the chip shop, he turned, bowing slightly as he locked eyes with Uma, who was looking around on the docks with a raised brow “did you hear anything?” she asked, crossing her arms and cocking her hip.

Davy pursed his lips, shaking his head as he glanced around “nothing other than the usual sounds captain” he sighed, walking towards the chip shop and passing Uma

“I thought I heard my name” Davy stopped “like…I thought I heard Harry” she muttered, turning to Davy with hopeful eyes “did you hear anything like that?” Davy just stared at her, his face blank.

“I didn’t hear anything like that” he hummed, glancing off towards the sea that led to Auradon “perhaps you’re hearing things?”

Uma watched him for a moment, her eyes looking into his very soul, finally, she looked away, hand trailing down her arm to mess with her red and black beaded bracelet. “maybe…” she muttered, staring out onto the ocean with dull eyes before she spun around and stormed back into the chip shop, huffing as her mother screamed at her to get the dishes done. “IM COMING! Sheesh”

Davy smirked at Uma’s receding back, soon, he would be captain. And shrimpy would be at the bottom of the ocean, drowned with the rest of Auradon.

After 5 agonizing minutes of waiting for Jay to finally drive the limo across the isle barrier, he parked it in the old garage and you all quickly climbed out. You, Carlos, and Gil ran for the large sheets to cover the limo to keep it hidden from the isle residents. “Ben!” Carlos called, the king perked up from beside Evie and trotted over to Carlos “help us with the tarp” Ben nodded and grabbed the other end of the white sheet Gil was holding, walking back over to the limo and tossing it over the hood, Jay catching the other side and draped the rest of it over the front of the car.

You and Carlos tossed your sheet to Evie, who gasped in slight shock as it smacked her in the face “sorry Evie” you winced, continuing to cover the limo as Jay took over for Evie and helped you finish covering the car.

“it's really weird being back here” Evie muttered to Jay, her eyes flying over every corner of the dark garage. Jay gave her a soft look and rubbed her shoulder.

“we’ll get in and get out” Evie gave a shallow nod and looked over at Ben, who was peeking through the large pipe leading to the wharf.

“Hey, what's in here?!” Carlos winced, running over to Ben and pulling him away from the pipe. Jay patted Ben's shoulder and shook his head.

“you don’t wanna know” you sighed, crossing your arms and looking through the pipe, just through there was Uma’s ship….and maybe Harry.

Your gut told you different but you held out on the hope that Harry had met up with Uma and was explaining everything to her.

“do you think Harrys talking to Uma right now?” Gil whispered to you, standing next to you and looking down the tunnel. You looked up at him and shrugged, shoulders falling as he sighed and turned back to ben and the vks.

You pulled on the hood trapped beneath Harry's jacket and pulled it over your head, sighing as Carlos stood in front of the group and held his arms out to stop any of you from passing him.

“hey, guys. Keep it chill, all right? last thing we need is our parents figuring out we’re here” Jay, Gil, and Evie gave a numb nod, while Ben glanced around nervously. Carlos turned and walked towards the open alley opposite of the tunnel, the rest of you close behind.

You took a deep breath, squaring your shoulders and setting your hand on the hilt of Harry's cutlass. ‘just walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America’ you thought to yourself, smirking as you remembered the whole Tumblr post about ‘murder walking’

(a/n: if you don’t know what I’m talking about here)

You rounded the corner, noticing two young boys quickly dodge out of your way and tuck themselves into a corner, keeping their eyes on you before Evie drew their gaze. You gripped onto your hit as the two boys attempted to rush Evie, one somehow getting her wallet before she easily snatched their arms, drawing them closer to her “Hey-what-Stop!”

The boys, minus Ben, turned at Evie's call, walking back towards you and watching the scene go down. Evie looked at the two boys faces and sighed, releasing their arms and taking a step towards you “Just take it.” they stared at her in shock, the shorter boy glancing from the wallet to Evie “Go on” the boys smiled at each other and ran the opposite way, their laughter echoing back at you.

Evie sighed turning towards you and rolling her eyes, she pushed your shoulder to turn you around and ran after Ben as he walked further into the market “Ben.” She muttered, you scoffed and shook your head and quickly followed after her, the boys close behind as Evie easily found Ben and pulled him back from a snarling isle resident “Ben, stop. Just stop!”

“what-why?” you grabbed onto his other shoulder and waved around the empty half of the market.

“This ain't Auradon beasty boy, it’s the isle” Jay leaned forward, his face towards Ben but his eyes constantly looking around.

“Keep your hands in your pockets unless you’re stealing” Ben opened his mouth, but Carlos interrupted him.

“you either strut or slouch” Ben tried to speak again but Evie silenced him again.

“and never, ever smile” Ben started at the five of you for a moment before he spoke again.

“okay than-“ Gil covered Ben's mouth, shushing him.

“no! No thank you’s and drop the please too, that kinda stuff will get you gutted round here” Gil sighed, releasing Ben's face and taking a step back. Evie sighed, leaning on Ben's shoulder and shaking her head.

“you need to just….Chill~”

(I’m not writing chillin’ like a villain so just imagine urself n Gil in the song bustin some moves because you can and ur not Ben whose failing in the background have fun)

You groaned lightly as Ben half shuffle-strut down the alley, the vks cheering him on as he did a little spin. You face palmed as a pirate suddenly smacked into Ben's side.

And here you thought with Gil on your “side” this part wouldn’t happen! The five of you rushed up to Ben's side, you and Gil taking a good look at the pirate.

He seemed to be part of Uma’s crew; her pirate octopus symbol stenciled onto his jackets front pocket. “hey” the pirate muttered, scratching at his thin blonde beard “I know you”

“uh, nope, don’t know you either man” Ben tried to play it cool, but you could see his hands shaking from a mile away.

“no-no, I know you….King Ben” the pirate grinned, taking off his dark brown tricorn hat and giving Ben a mock bow “what an honor to meet you your majesty~ why I got a friend who would be interested in meeting-holy shi- Gil?!” Gil pressed his lips together and looked away from the pirate, his fists clenching so hard you could hear the leather gloves creak. “and-Evie, Jay, Carlos?” the pirate let out a laugh, a twinkle in his eye that you didn’t trust “oooh you’re all back on the isle-hey get back here!” you shoved at Evie and Ben urging them to finally move their butts and run.

Gabe huffed and ruffled his short hair, then smirked “Uma’s gonna love this!” he turned and bolted back towards the docks, he was gonna get a weeks’ worth of free food with this information!

Gil glanced back at his ex-pirate crew member and shook his head “Gabe’s a lot different than I remember” he sighed, sliding on his boots a bit as the six of them took a hard right to finally reach the alley where the core fours hideout was.

“Gabe?” you asked, trying to catch your breath as the leather jacket was overheating you slightly “who’s….Gabe?”

“Gabe, one of Harrys Warf rats from before….I guess he’s running with another crowd now” Gil sighed, rubbing the back of his head and watching as Jay grabbed a midsized rock and chucked it at the sign, the metal gate swinging up. “wait if you're from your world where-how do you not know his name?”

“not all the crew names were revealed, the most we got was Uma, the captain, Harry; the first mate, you; the second mate slash quartermaster. Then there were the crew members, Jonas, Bonnie, Desiree, Gonzo aaand….yeah that’s it…” Gil pursed his lips, watching Ben climb up the stairs and up towards Mal.

“That’s only a quarter of the crew” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning against the alleyway wall “…okay I can think of nothing else to talk about, how long do you’ll think they'll be?”

You shrugged, looking up at the ascending stairways, still hearing Ben’s footsteps climb up. “Dunno, ten bucks says Mal breaks it off with him”

“Fifteen says Ben convinces her to come back to Auradon” Gil shot back, grinning slightly as you held out your hand.

“Seal” you shook hands and leaned back against the wall, now waiting in silence for Ben and Mal, or just Ben to come back downstairs.

You hoped Mal knew where Harry was.

-end of part 7-

There it is~ part 7! I was gonna include Mal and Ben's heart to heart but decide to leave that for the next chapter! So, the next chapter will open with Mal n Ben and then go back to the reader n the vks!

And I know I know, yall DEFINITELY HATE Davy now AND James…and his crew lol, I hated writing that I’m sorry. Don’t worry tho, Harry will be givin justice!!!! Reader gon go ham on their asses.

Also, dis is Gabe for those who don’t know what he looks like,

he is part of Uma’s crew in d2 and 3, but he has no official name so I took @askauradonprep’s name for him (hopefully that’s okay~)

Also hope yall don’t mind me not writing chillin’ I was writing this at like, 3:30 and didn’t feel like writing it all out.

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angelfireeast · 5 years

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All of this is so on point about the cure. I really can’t believe they handle it like this. Unless the goal is for her to be a bitch? Cisco was talking about people who can’t live their lives & she’s acting like a bratty child not allowing the cure to be made just in case CS gets scared one day, takes it (which it won’t work on her because she dark matter meta!) & CS is left unprotected? WTF is BS! They had throw in an extra layer of making her act like asshole to Cisco & CS during the whole thing. The writers and CS/KF fanbase keep expecting me to just keep putting aside all bad stuff from past as if it never happened. She evil to & tried murder Iris & Cisco but retconned! Just overlook the inconsistency & 3 retcons, the lack of development, the lack of personality, or lack of morals, the lack of logic or reason for her actions But I can’t.

They depower, underuse her, don’t bother forming any relationships for 3 seasons, & beat the bad guy once a blue moon if the wind is blowing in the right direction and have her act like this ^ selfish (needless) bitch on such a serious subject? While Nora is lying there with her back broken, bodies are piling up, Cisco is taking this as way to stop Cicada aka the murders & reminding her of people who’s lives are ruined by being a meta? Sorry, she’s impossible to root for. I thought s5 after her speech about family maybe this retcon would be a good one & I could finally get behind KF but they decided to do this instead. She’s just completely unlikeable in every possible way even when she's supposed to be at her best which I think the writers were going for in this episode. But what they write for KF as ‘the best’ is not 2% of good writing is. She’s worst written character on the show! it’s impossible to cheer ‘I’m the Weapon’ winning fights in one ep after spending two seasons being a joke getting knocked down in every fight culminating in a DISGRACEFUL scene in the crossover getting knocked out after one hint from A COLD GUN which she didn’t even try to block or dodge. Oh, and she called for help soon as she saw the cold after she started a fight with a mentally ill woman for accidentally hitting CS with something that’s harmless to her (or what CS calling a mentally ill woman a cold bitch?). I'm supposed to like KF? I'm supposed to think this is great? Nope. It’s too much bullshit for a badly written character.

#anti killer frost #this was sitting in my draft box forgotten #You can't not deal with what KF did in s3 #not build relationships #not deveop the character onscreen AT ALL #then make her act like this and expect people to like her #cringy puns and winning 2 fights out 200 she loses does make character someone to I will root for #s5 was literally the last chance I gave her to be better and this happen #so bye

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strawsart · 3 years

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Hollyleaf Mindcontrol AU

So i had this idea. As we all know Hollyleaf was cheated out of powers by the erins. And honestly i will never forgive them for that. fdgsakfjsaj

BUT they only did that because they couldnt come up with a cool idea. WELL i present to you. Holly leaf mindcontrol.

I think it would be SO neat if hollyleaf could change the way people act and what they do just by the power of her words. I think it would be really interesting for her character considering how rigid she is about the warrior code. And if she found out that her suggestions were ehanced with mindcontrol, how she would react to that.

Honestly I think it could have been really awesome deveopment for her character. Its too bad the erins are cowards.

I have more ideas for this AU too, so maybe you will see more of it coming up :)

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wwe need to realize that they can’t afford to continually put on these squash matches in their womens division. you can make one woman look stronger if you want to build them up but like for example this week on mainevent, i get nikki and peyton both gave a little on the mic b4 the match, but it really was only like a 4 min match and it did nothinf to make peyton look stronger in my opinion cause nikki is the chick that faced bayley 17 times for the title and literally never even got me invested in any of those title defenses. 75% of the division rn is made up of jobbers and unless its sasha, flair, lynch, or bayley in that ring at this point theres almost guaranteed the match will be barely over 5 minutes. (discluding nxt they are better about this) And i get that the division does need some people to use to get others over but then what happens? they get stuck in the endless cycle of losing and never getting any mic time or chances to build any sort of character. sorry for rant, what are ur thoughts?

i dont understand the nikki peyton bit but MHMM i want longer more deveoped matches for the girlies

also you said the 4hw but asuka and alexa are definitely include in that list too

#ask

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thetrashywritingwitch · 5 years

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Tbh, the romance part has always been a back burner thing for me I'm way more invested in the, "what got him here in the first place" "what if he discovers he's from a manga"and all that. The romance is nice but I'm not strictly reading for that aspect. And I hope you continue to write big chapters as well because I still get sad when they end even after being so long. I can tell how much work you've put into this and it's honestly amazing and inspiring, keep it up! -❄&🔥

i gotcha i gotcha that’s totally valid. and yes, ultimately it is a romance story BUT just having romance is...boring?? there will be drama and angst and even some danger in the future and everything will have an affect on everything else

and yeah, it’s horribly domestic because they aren’t in his world with villains and fighting and life-threatening shit going on (hmm..) but he’s navigating a world without that shit front and center and is basically discovering in real time what it’s like to have a fairly normal life, a life he might’ve had if he wasn’t a Hero, and switching gears that drastically can play out in interesting ways

i’ve read my fair share of bad romance fics: too sex-focused, toxic relationships, bad tropes, the token female character who everyone is in love with like a harem fic, emotional abuse and gaslighting being played off as bizarre love bordering on stockholm syndrome, and i went into this wanting to write a HEALTHY relationship. plenty of people out there can write all the angst and sadness they want, but i dont wanna write sad stories. i want the connections to be healthy and feel real and avoid shallowness whenever i can

so yeah, i do care about the story a lot. you’ll see Bakugou and Reader grow and deveop through a lot of different experiences, some good and some bad. and i hope you’ll stay here for the entire journey :)

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ichirukilover · 6 years

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Hi! I just started reading the Bleach manga (chapter 536) and I wanted to ask if everything will get started to be interesting again? I don't know, people already told me from other fandoms it's not worth reading anymore after the SS arc, but I still hoped it would get better... Now if anything I start to dislike characters I loved in the beginning. I never expected from Tite Kubo awesome writing skills, but this is really.... I can't even describe it anymore, it's just a huge let down and (1/2)

I don’t know if I should continue with the manga, so should I read it till the end? Will it get better? Will Kubo get his shit together sometime soon? I’ve already forced myself to read it since the end of the HM arc…

Tbh there are few possibilities imho for new readers

1) To read the first 2 arcs - everything is good and you’ll find yourself loving ble/ach

2) Read up till the end of the HM arc - but you’ll find yourself hating all the pointless and counltess fights (and maybe also some chracters) and how f*cking long that arc was.

3) Read up to the end of the FB arc - you’ll wonder if it was a filler arc but at least it was short and at some point you got excited bc, oh finally “they” came back! (can’t say who lol)

4) Read the last arc up to the Everything but the rain mini arc - at least you’ll get some answer, other countless questions tho, some cool fights but also many messy and wtf things

5) Read it all - you’ll get disappointed, countless of unanswered questions, character deveopment thrown out of the window, the feeling that all the time you used to read it was all wasted, not to mention how the enemies were too many and started to get too ridicolous to even get the fights seriously.

I tried to be short but yeah you get the idea, I personally would chose number 4 but just bc I am an IchiRuki shipper and I can’t pass on the FB and EBTR arcs.

So to answer your question, no it will not get better, the SS arc is the best arc ever and nothing can top that, Ku/bo unfortunately doesn’t get his shit together and it all becomes a huge mess. There are many good moments that makes you go ohoooo this is gonna be great again but it falls flat as soon as the next chapter starts. I despise what the characters became in the end so yeah I wouldn’t recommend to read it all, if you already read up to Ichigo’s parents flashback, stop there. The rest is only going to make you hate Bl/each.

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#review #scifi Space Dreadnoughts by Dave Drake, et al

Space Dreadnoughts is a Military Science Fiction anthology by David Drake, Martin H Greenberg and Charles G Waugh. The contents in order of appearance are: •"Introduction: A quick Look at Battle Fleets" by David Drake •"The Only Thing We Learn" by Cyril M. Kornbluth •"C-Chute" by Isaac Asimov •"Allamagoosa" by Eric Frank Russell (won the Hugo Award for best short story in 1955) •"A Question of Courage" by J. F. Bone •"Superiority" by Arthur C. Clarke •"Hindsight" by Jack Williamson •"The Last Battalion" by David Drake •"Shadow on the Stars" by Algis Budrys •"Time Lag" by Poul Anderson

The first Military Sci Fi story I remember is the Star Trek TOS episode "Balance of Terror," in which Enterprise duels with a Romulan interloper. The military conflict was setting to other conflicts between the crew, the story was full of suspense, and actual battle was a small part of the story. And so it is here.

The book's title is a misnomer. The back cover blurb is misleading-- "Massive and arrogant, they patrol the final war zone-- deep space. All great battleships before them-- . . . are mere toys in comparison." It goes on about "bristling artillery" and "battalions of soldiers." I expected fleet actions involving capital ships. Tactics. Maneuvers. Gunplay. While there are fleet actions and even battleships in some of these stories, they are mere backdrops on a stage where people play out the stories. Truly good Science Fiction involves people, and in all these stories, the people overshadow the military settings that serve only to bring out the characters and whatever lessons there are to be learned from them. All of these stories are well worth reading.

"Introduction: A quick Look at Battle Fleets" Mr Drake's introduction is a wonderful retrospective about the history of the Dreadnought battleships with a mention of two 1950's Astounding essays on the armaments of spaceships-- one by Willy Ley, the other by Malcolm Jameson. If one is going to write stories about ship-to-ship combat, the introduction is a good starting point. But only a starting point. One should definitely read Mahan, and consider the lessons of Taranto and Pearl Harbor. And the US Navy's Harpoon's and Tomahawk's are wonderful arguments in favor of missles over guns. One should also consider the time honored techniques of ramming and boarding actions.

Perhaps the question of guns vs missles is mooted today. Todays real world warships employ both-- including the Iowa class heavy battleships brought out of retirement and refurbished for President Reagan's naval buildup of the 1980's. The arms race has continued in Sci-Fi beyond what could be imagined with a knowledge of 1950's physics. The Ley and Jameson essays were written before fighters raked Formoria, before rail guns, and CTD imploders, before GRASER's, X-ray LASER's and phaser banks, before the Moties bombarded Mote Prime with asteroids, and before Captain Sheridan laid a gigaton on Z'ha'dum.

"The Only Thing We Learn" Kornbluth tells a cautionary tale of faded Imperial glory. The barbarians at the gates will one day have descendants that are as decadent and prissy as the effete and ineffectual empire they deposed and replaced. History blurs and magnifies the epic tales of glory. The details are lost. The character is lost. One day a fresh wave of barbarians sweeps aside succcessors that their ancestors would be ashamed to acknowledge. The reader may decide what relationship if any there is between this story and the quote from Friedrich Hegel. A fun story despite the dire consequences for the past and future losers. In his column, "Rereading Kornbluth", Robert Silverberg calls The Only Thing We Learn, "a subtle, oblique, elliptical, sardonic piece of work."

"C-Chute" Dr. Asimov wrote this story in 1951. It is a psychodrama set aboard a passenger ship taken as a prize by a race of chlorine breathers in Earth's first intersteller war. Each of the passengers is sketched by Asimov to reveal their several flaws of personality, physicality or character. Each has reasons why he should not exit the cabin via the C-chute, EVA, and enter and retake the control room from outside the ship. The reason for the dubious hero to take the heroic action required to retake the ship is one unlikey to appear in the work of any author but Dr. Asimov.

"Allamagoosa" This story won the 1955 Hugo for best short story. It's a farcical look at officious bureaucracy of the greatest gravity. It's sort of a shaggy dog story, wink, wink. This story in and of itself is worth buying the book for. The build up and so obvious in hindsight ending is fresh enough to be as enjoyable today as it was then.

"A Question of Courage" Sometimes flair and heedless risk taking can be mistaken for true personal courage. When the genuine article appears, there's no mistaking it. Bone craftliy deveops his characters and sets the reader up for the old maidish Captain "Cautious Charley" Chase of Lachesis to reveal his true nature. It is available from Project Gutenberg.

"Superiority" Sir Arthur requires no introduction for this story, a reductio ad absurdum about the principle of Illusory Superiority. Technology and bedazzlment with the latest, most theoretically wonderful advances are no substitutes for common sense and sound military doctrine. Perhaps this should serve as a cautionary tale at a time when Iraqi insurgents hack into our drones. According to Wikipedia, this gem was required reading at West Point. The reader easily empathizes with the narrator and his plight, revealed at the end.

"Hindsight" Jack Williamson has won both the Nebula and the Hugo Awards, and had a career that spanned about seventy years. This story involves temporal mechanics and love, oppression and liberation, and meeting engagements. Incidentally, the guns employed by the Astrach's fleet are of 20-inch caliber and fire four salvos per second. It's a tightly written story, though I think the ending is a little drippy.

"The Last Battalion" Imagine that Hitler did not die in a bunker in Berlin, but escaped via U-Boat to a secret Waffen-SS base in New Swabia. There German scientists built flying saucers from which they reached the moon to to mine aluminum and build more flying saucers. Now imagine them getting into a war with aliens. With things not looking so good, they kidnap a US Senator to let him know what is going on, intending to drag the US into the conflict. Before they can get where they're going with the Senator, the aliens lay a nuke on their Antartic base. They drop the Senator off to find his own way home. He asks them what they will do. Their colonel replies, we are SS-- we will fight.

"Shadow on the Stars" Budrys's Farlans are felinoid aliens who at first blush look like humans in cat suits. But they are, on a closer look, "raving paranoid quote." The paranoia is pathological and eventually fatal for Farla-- any military leader with sufficient ability to be effective cannot be trusted by Farla's rulers, and will be killed at the earliest sign of that fatal disease, military competence. The story is a retrospective, the central character telling how he and Farla came to be in their present straits. It is too late for him to convey the warning against trusting Earth, and to late to avoid the inevitable dissolution of Farla.

I have a problem accepting the plot device Budrys uses to set up the narrative, but otherwise the story is interesting and fun to read. The prose is a bit over decourous and affected, but that brings out the effeteness and pretentiousness of the Farlan culture. At the start, the Farlans are hard-pressed by a barabarian culture, the Vilk, and need a strong, capable leader to drive them back. OF course the strong, capable leaders keep their heads down so has not to find themselves assassinated by the Ministry of Preparedness-- and then comes L'Miranid. A previously unknown reservist, he quickly dominates the Fleet and whips them into shape. Victory follows victory until the Vilk host is driven back, their subject planets pounded to rubble, and a Farlan imposed king seated upon their throne.

The real story action is not fleet engatgements and daring raids, though. The story is related by Henlo, one of those capable leaders who has balanced command of a capital ship wtih avoiding notice by the governmental hunters down of competence. He starts the story as having a clear understanding of Farla's problems and the steps necessary to remedy them, but can't afford to be noticed. He becomes L'Mararind's aid, admirer, vice-admiral, intended assasin and successor, and finally, his unwilling co-conspirator and successor. Unwilling to be assasinated himself, he seizes control of the Farlan government. By this time, the sad (for Farla) truth is known to him, but (I love Latin quotes.) "alea jacta est." This is a fine little story with a lovely twist toward the end.

"Time Lag" Poul Anderson has won both the Hugo and Nebula Awards. Time Lag is a study in contrasts-- evil, greedy invaders against noble, selfless defenders. Chertkoi is a heavily overpopulated industrial planet, drowning in pollution and resource starved. Vaynamo is pristine, with a population sustainable through resource management. Vayanmo is never the less technologically advanced, with the technology's goal as preservation rather than exploitation. Expolitation is the name of Chertkoi's game. It's people conquer other worlds to fuel the industrial fires that smother their world under a cloud of pollution.

The archetype of the Chertoi is the Admiral commanding the invasion fleet. He is matched against the story's view point character, Elva. Elva is the widow of a Vayanmoan noble and prisoner of the Admiral. He is gross, vulgar and uncouth. She is pretty, cultured and well-mannered. He is a love struck boor, hopelessly smitten by her. She subtly endures his presence to manipulate him so that she an return herself and the other captives to Vayanmo in a portrayal that is believable and sympathetic. The invasion is a leveraged takeover in three stages-- a scouting raid, a strategic strike to destroy what little industry the Vayanmo posses, and a full-scale invasion. The title relativistic time lag (fifteen years) gives the Chertkoi time to build their invasion fleet and the Vaynamo time to prepare their reception.

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vertigoambrosia · 6 years

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my internet was out for literally a day let’s see a ~special~ episode of shotgun

OOOO timo vs lucky!!!!

i wasn’t really looking forward to a plotless episode but this matchup!

omg look chris colen is there

wait this is from like, last year!

completely unsurpising lucky would want to play with the4 scarf - cats love hanging objects

haha lucky points to his foot on the rope

lol tim’s hair is so long in comparison to how hehas it now

haha alan to point out that berlin loves ivan (and pete)

note: he doesn’t mention that this was a brief point in time when jurn wasn’t a jerk

though looking at mack in the entrance this was post-tag league, and probably after that london show afterwards, so he was already beginning to be a jerk again

awww no jurn used ivan as a weapon against his bestie

i forgot about the pink guy

this is one of those matches that’s good but i also feel like goes a bit long

or at least has too many false finishes

like, pete interfering twice?

awww pete took a lot of damage but he still smiles for his friend :3

umm wait i’m pretty sure we saw this match?

wait no it was with mark davis and kelly

but still, this was a superstars match

i guess i can take this space to say i’m really excited about the women they’re bringing in for the next tour

wesna confirmed for being in femme fatales is totally hype

kris wolf is there for apparently the entire tour, which is like, exactly what wxw needs for the womens division

seems like millie mckenzie is also gonna be more regular

hopefully this means we’ll get more than one womens’ storyline at the same time,a nd maybe even deveop kelly’s character past ‘toni’s lil sister’

sadly melanie’s bff in crime lufisto probably isn’t gonna be back; she recently had to abdicate the shine title cause she has to have surgery and take significant time off :(

but kris wolf being on for the whole tour makes me optimistic that we’ll start having more women doing longer stints and really get some character interactions and storylines going

yeah i still have the same complaints about mixed gender matches

lol we know you want intergender so we’ll tease it and get a few shots in but gosh we could never commit to it

it does make me wonder how the intergender street fight ecen happened considering how it’s like, never been mentioned again despite being totally awesome

also the tags don’t ,make sense it doesn’t make sense IT’S JUST TWO MATCHES BEING INTERRUPTED BY EACH OTHER

i’m being cranky, i know

wow they did that exact abdominal stretch cheating/eye poke joke in one of the other matches

i suppose i am just not in the mood for such silliness

[i say, having just watched like ten episodes of freakazoid]

...i wonder if we’ll be allowed to actually see any of the pete dunne matches on the next tour

it’s super annoying how wwe will let people wrestle for other promotions but not fucking let the promotion record it

hell, they don’t even let evolve air william regal’s rando appearances, and he doesn’t even do anything

but i probably shouldn’t open th wwe uk can of worms

HAHAHA ok melanie’s face after kelly did that samoan drop was fantastic

ha andy is giving some top tier Faces while in this hold

see? i do more than complain about intergender!

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totally-not-using-a-fake-name · 6 years

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Nobody’s Around Prt 1

Prompt: Your highschool is known to be haunted. When doing some homework after hours, you hear a voice telling you the answers.

Dedicated to: @sin-cerely-mi, who indirectly gave me the idea. @jared-kleinmen, @i-used-to-wear-the-fedora and @nyancheetosmusical, y’all might enjoy this too? Maybe?

DISCLAIMER: I don’t mean to villainise any character, but the story is from Connor’s POV, and he doesn’t have an exemplary relationship with his family. I think all of the characters are deveoped and have their own depths, but it doesn’t show the way I want it to, because of the way the story ended up.

Warnings (also in the tags): Smoking, cursing, references to self harm, references to suicide, depressive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

Connor tried not to listen to the rumor mill at his school, most of it was shit talk on him anyway, but you had to be an idiot not to know to stay out of the greenhouse.

The school’s greenhouse was significantly older than Connor, Run down and falling apart. Nothing grew there, it was in a position that got too much sun and not enough shade ever since they tore the old maths block down and any plant in there burned to a crisp. It was a desolate wasteland that everyone had given up on. It was used only for the local stoners to hide their weed stashes and a graffiti target. Or at least, it was before Connor was a freshman.

Now he was a senior, and the whole place was lush with greenery. Flowers of every discription bloomed in various colours, fruits and vegetables grew plump and healthy, and the graffiti was all scrubbed away. The bench in the centre was fixed and an ideal spot for a loner or a couple who wanted privacy.

Despite this, no one went in the greenhouse. Ever. Because no one took care of the plants.

It spooked the students, it disturbed the teachers, it plain old weirded out the caretakers. Who had cleared the dead plants? Cleaned the griffiti? Who watered the plants or cleaned the pond or picked the vegetables and fruit that ended up in a neat basket outside the local curch after harvesting season? None of them did it.

So the rumor mill did it’s thing, and stories of a boy with an arm that was twisted and broken began circulating. At first it was the presendent of the enviromentalist club, who was obligated to inspect the greenhouse every month. She had said that she had seen the boy crouching over a pot of tomatoes, but when she had blinked, he had vanished.

The next sighting came from a staff member, and added some creditibility to the story. Miss Alton was one of thoe people who belived in the afterlife. She said that she had felt an aura coming from the boy, like a startled deer. Gentle, but scared. Some wrote her off as spouting nonsense. Others didn’t.

It had started maybe seven years ago, and to his knowledge, the only people to step foot in the greenhouse were people who did it on dares or people who wanted to bust the myth.

Connor thought it was bullshit, but it kept people out.

He had been coming here since junior year, whe he had stopped caring what people thought. The bench was a good spot to get high and no one ever came in. He had never seen the supposed ‘ghost’.

Sprawling out, he took out his biology homework. He didn’t put much stock in grades, but his parents were going to take his car if he bombed this test, and that wasn’t worth it. Glaring at the word problems as if it would make them solve themselves, he started writing.

Shit, he knew none of this. He was going to...

Um... Pho- photosynthisis and respiration actually have an almost codependendant relationship? It- Well- They’re really closely connected, so your last sentence doesn’t really make sense...

Connor jumped at the voice in his ear.

“What the-”

He looked around, but there was nothing there. No one who could have spoken. He wondered if someone was screwing with him.

“Who’s there? Coming to laugh at the freak? Call me stupid? I’ll fucking kill you!”

He snarled, but nothing happned. Nobody appeared from the leaves to laugh ot point a camera. Eventually he sat back down, now even more ajitated than before. He was so fucking done with this. He looked down at his last sentence and blinked. The voice had been... right?

He rubbed out the error and looked around. No way someone was close enough for them to see what he was writing, even if they were hiding. Something was seriously off. Looking arond again, he double checked that no one was there.

There was no way.

The voice didn’t pipe up again, and he continiued with his homework. About halfway through, he threw it down. He couldn’t concentrate. Pulling out a baggie of weed, he rolled a joined anf lounged back. Screw homework, he’d do it later. Who cares if his parents are mad? It was hardly anything new.

The joint burned down, he smoked until the cherry burned his fingers. He hissed and flucked the butt into a nearby plant pot.

That’s bad for the saplings!

The same voice spoke up again, sounding dismayed. There was a slight shifting, and the cigarette but flew out of the pot and on Connor’s shoes.

“What the fuck?”

Connor asked the empty air. His dealer was usually so good, was this weed bad?

He picked up the blunt and examined it. It had been extinguished. The small saplings swayed in a breeze that he didn’t remember being there. Connor pushed his head into his hands and tugged at his hair. Maybe this was it. He’d officially lost it.

A- Are you alright? I- Well I didn’t mean- But it’s just- I didn’t mean to yell at you!”

Connor giggled to himself. Yup. He was crazy. They were right. Everyone was right. He was nuts. It would be better for everyone if he just-

Plip.

He heard something.

Plip.

It sounded like someone throwing pebbles into water.

Plip.

He groaned. May as well embrace it. Maybe a white rabbit will come and give him whatever shit Alice took. That sounded good. Following the sound, he found someone sitting by the pond, throwing small stones into the pond. It was a sandy haired boy in a blue polo. He growled. So this was the guy fucking with him.

“You think it’s funny to laugh at the freak, huh?”

He stalked towards the boy, standing overf him threateningly.

“Well I’m not laughing.”

The boy looked up at him. Connor glared down on him in return, like an angry dog standing over a kitten.

“I- I wasn’t laugh- I mean- You had the answer- then the plants- I’m sorry-”

The boy seemed to have trouble getting a coherant sentence out. Connor groaned. Not only was he being fucked with, but he was being fucked with by a coward. Great. Even the fearful want to have a laugh at him. He dipped his head into his hands again. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“Just... fuck off.”

He looked up and the boy was gone.

#tw suicidal thoughts #tw substance abuse #tw suidice #tw cursing #tw smoking #tw intrusive thoughts #tw self loathing #deh #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy

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carolillyart · 7 years

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Thoughts about Chloé

her character, the influence of her mother and her future role

I am sure you all looked up when this came on in the second episode of the new season. It tells us a little bit about Chloés mother and a lot about why Chloé is how she is.

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This obviously contains SPOILERS from the second episode. More than just the picture above~

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This is going to be a small analysis focusing on Chloés character, her behaviour and the connection to her mother. You can always skip a part because there will be a bit of text to read. I will also discuss what’s with her being a future miraculous holder. Enjoy!

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Let’s start with the screenshot.

It seems like she gets the bear from her father. It would be just another gift for his precious daughter and looks logical to me. Like every other child she does everything with Mr. Cuddles and he is her dearest friend. I assume that because of the huge impact he has on her in the second episode. Not everyone would hear to what a butler and an old bear say. Not if he wouldn’t share important memories and emotions with Chloé.

But let’s move through the three illustrations on the right. They spend a good time together. The teddy comforts her and is there when she is sad. He takes away her loneliness and is always by her side. She proudly shows her friend to little Adrien (wearing the same outfit he does in the present XD) who seems interested. Something everyone with a dear stuffed animal from the childhood can realte to.

However most important is the picture on the left. I guess the woman who faces Chloé with her back is her mother. (Honestly I am not super sure if there is any more information in another episode on her mother. Please let me now, I will edit the post then^^) Her mother looks like a model or a rich woman. Trendy, expensive and chic. If she is a model she might have traveled a lot in Chloés childhood. Even if she just married rich she could have also been traveling a lot just for fun. She might have been ignorant since we know nothing about her character. That would underline the guess that Chloés mother gave her little attention leaving her mostly alone with a stack of toys or whatever. Her father trying to fill the empty side of her with gifts. Another option would be that her mother and father are divorced. It would lead to the same conclusion about her getting even more spoiled from her father. Nothing special for a divorced couple right?

This is a huge thing because it pretty much explains why Chloé is such a brat. I couldn’t really understand why she would get a miraculous! She was just such an annoying character causing mostly the akuma attacs in season 1… Even Thomas Astruc twittered in 2016 that mean people (like Chloé) would never be holding a miraculous.

It was really interesting to think about it and I am looking forward to a huge character deveopment in season 2. Maybe what happend in the second episode is the start.

But lets get back to the explaination of her behavior. She needs the attention she never got when she was little. A lack of trust and little experience with relationships leading to her finding it the easiest to get bad attention. She might not even see the bad attention just looking over it.

It’s obvious that she is still a child in heart. Still a little lonely, still with a lack of confidence (only getting it through expensive brands and other people like her father, Sabrina or ladybug. Even through Adrien. And through showing her power by mocking others). Look at the way she acts when she was upset about Adrien not wanting to be her friend anymore. Suddenly she is a little child eating chocolate and sticking her finger in her mouth. No confidence, just sadness and not knowing what to do. She really is helpless sometimes. Also she snapped back to her childish behaviour in the episode of antibug. She plays with Sabrina like every child would do. Running around in (now well made) costumes and having a good time but keeping it a secret since she isn’t a real child anymore.

Furthermore she was very upset with her butler when her classmates saw Mr. Cuddles. So she is embarrassed about her childish side. Loosing all confidence in the moment and getting strength back through showing her power by fireing her butler. (Or acting impulsive because she is angry…)

So what do we overlook about Chloé?

She is very childish

She has no real confidence

She needs attention because of her busy parents

A solution for these “problems” would be her getting good and strong friends. Together she could overcome her bratty characteristics making her suitable for a miraculous holder. Sabrina sure is a good friend but she agrees with everything Chloé says and that does not help her. Adrien helped her in the second episode by telling her the truth. She is mean to others. So what if she gets less and less mean in every episode? If we consider what Thomas said she can’t be mean anymore when she gets her miraculous.

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Guys there is a lot I could talk about! Like why hawkmoth has a miraculous when he is mean? What does he value more: his son or his power and what the hell does he want to archive when he has all the power he wants? If it’s okay to compare Marinette and Chloé, what’s with the relationship of her and Adrien, her having ladybug as a role model? I have sooo many thoughts and please let me know what you think!! I spend a few evenings working in this XD Oh man… I really could do stuff with more sense…

#miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous ladybug s2 #miraculous ladybug season 2 #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #ml chloe #chloe bourgeois #ml thoughts #ml theories #ml s2 #ml spoilers #ml spoiler #ml season 2 #ladybug #ladybug and chat noir #chat noir #miraculous ladybug chloe #ml s2 ep2

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 6 years

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What are the reasons why you think that Dan Slott is such a bad Spider-Man Writer?

Good God that’s a long question.

Let’s ignore how he is simply a trolling dickhead/cyberbully online as well as you know...a liar. As in he broke the law by lying that he was a student in order to get an internship at Marvel and thereby get his foot in the door.

He is a bad writer. By objective writing standards he sucks at them. Whenever a story of his comes together it’s usually because he lucked into it or else because he was doing something simple enough that it was difficult to screw up, for instance ASM #698 is an effective issues structurally but that’s because all he needed to do was pull off a day in the life story of spider-man recapping the broad history of the character and current status quo then add a twist at the end before dropping in a few hints in the earlier parts of the story.

I could do that!

His dialogue is done in a dated style inappropriate for modern storytelling standards. I’m not saying you have to do dialogue like Bendis, but when you have Kingpin announcing that a character is his spy in such a way that he never would unless he was informing the reader about it you suck at dialogue.

More importantly for me is the fact that he seems to misunderstand Peter Parker and most of the other characters on a fundamental level, has done very real creative damage to them and seems to actively revel in doing so as a way of trolling fans because he conflates that with success.

I don’t have the time or space to go into everything he’s done but like:

- Turning Peter everyman Parker into Iron Man

- Implying Doc Ock would rape MJ

- Making Ben Reilly evil

- Killing off Spider-Girl’s Dad, treating her as an abused babysitter, taking away her unique name and outfit and then having the gall to claim it was ‘character deveopment’

- He had Peter ‘realize’ that being a paparazzi photographer was wrong. Bear in mind Peter hated an old paparazzi photographer who used to work for Jameson and regarded him as a sleazy asshole. Also bear in mind Peter was in a long term serious relationship with a woman who was hounded by reporters and stalkers as a result of her jobs. Also, also bear in mind Peter has spent over a decade guarding his own privacy and has (along with his loved ones) been vicitmized by those who have invaded said privacy and even seen some people critically injured or killed as a result to the point where less than a year prior to Slott’s paparazzi story he ERASED everyone’s knowledge of his identity to regain his sense of privacy.

That’s the tiniest sliver of the damage Slott has wrought to Spider-Man.

When you go into the job of writing Spider-Man saying that ‘responsibility’ is going to be ONE of the themes of YOUR run (as opposed to a theme that should just be there by default with anything you do with the character) and that the character is mentally 15 years old you are literally unqualified to do the job you have been hired to do.

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microcosmicworld · 3 years

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Measuring the truth via measuring consciousness

Immigrants who want to reside in Britain demand selfishness promote tribes nkt known to English origin

As it is a new evolutionary stage

Darwins theory of human origin only touched a tiny bit of kniwing the exact answer

We are aware of animals transceding from dinosaurs stage to current rhinoceros crocodiles

If the humans origiated from monkeys we still have monkeys on earth non evolved as much

However the interesting fact is the animals have pretty much established order and communication between each specie independently better than humans who originate from independent roots

I concentrate on my aspects to establish my own conection to communicate macrocosmic world as given by birth

I no coincidentally explore air rays my ancestor did Peter in the Ray of Macrocosm

This is a new science approach a new communication deepening knowledge

Tesla aspect relates to communication

Communication reading people's words bidy language

Communicating animals some people do this as well

Communicating by intuition by knowledge and by consciousness awareness level

I communicate scientists who lived in separate centuries born in separate years eras

I correspond ideas between scientists who couldn't work together due to being born separate years

Now we experience a tech advance era compared to previous centuries however even being born at a same era we cannot be together due to political norms and lack of human consciousness to advance the world

I compare my thoughts my art to those who created before me

The world before varies in quality some appears better quality some appears worse in development

Asa cognotively deveoped mankind we should ask ourselves before making any further advances evolutionary achivments whom it will serve how should be protected from adverse use where should be located

As this mess cannot lead to any good in the future

I communicate directly please accept my openion on communication as I won't correspond otherways

You must come personally not via other people you won't be accepted it disturbs my aura

These are furias you send not pleasant characters

Imagine an electrucity connection in line it cannot be interfered

The same happens to our brains it has live neurological connectors transmiting sensory infirmation from one to another which I think forms the initiation of the future conscious lives

Tesla worked on communicating macrocosmic world non human in nature so he left the place where he was born and attracted more developed culture

Do all undeveloped creatures who reach more evolved cultures became more advance civilised? Not really in fact they degraded existing culture which contradicts Darwins' theory of evolutionary stage of developing species

Conclusion

Evolution happens in reverse as well as in progress depending on control method which Iset as important to a future advances

Some professionals articulate knowledge withoit being aware of it and it's hard for me to make them aware of their own being

People are threat to people each looked as an enemy

We control animals by locking them in a zoo lock people in prison as a zoo also lock children in school to protect them from other adults who might harm them

Lack of awarness lack of intelligence

Lower your ego you'll achieve a mile further

If I do not come to you it's you who's the barrier I read you as unwanted evol who caused harm to my children and me

You are not important as you think

I do not communicate enemies directly or indirectly

I am Christian by faith I do not accept other religions as copycats

Do not approach me if caused a problem in my life you'll be dismissed

You are not intelligent enough to copy me you cannot communicate me

If we understand consciousness we could direct divert the world

I just described the importance of connection between two important beings rater than divirce of unmatching characters

If Henry didn't divorce we would've been slaves

Now I had to do it again because I kniw how to direct energy

And each life I born I'll be doing the same

You only have toworry about your importance 🤺

Do not fund wrong people

Too much I cannot disclose at present

My point I want to make

Your wealth your money calculated in more worth mans than quantity of non wieth items

PhD if you want to work with me on what I want to work

Think

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Looking back I feel this wasn’t my strongest project. I’m quite happy with the work I’ve done for it although I feel like I didn’t do enought. I chose to go with the red pill side of the project and started to deveop an alternate reality world where people can acctivate special powers by having a tattoo that alows them the access these said powers. And even though my concept was pretty good I don’t think I’ve had enough time to support it with the concept art that I made. I heavily focused on the character design this project as the storyline of the comic would follow a group of people that know how to use their powers and I wanted to bring in some characters to represent this group but on the other hand I didn’t have enough time to expand on what bloodtypes would determine each power, why, how the powers come to be and things like that. Unfortunately because of the situation we are in as I was making this project I couldn’t manage making as much work as I set myself up to do. But overall I wish I had made more concept art to support this project but I am happy with the work I’ve done, and I feel it does showcase the parts of the project I managed to include in these concept art pieces.

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IT WROTE ITSELF

A PROJECT BY THOLANG MAHLOKO

AHH

SOUNDS USED: FX- 001, PERC - 001, FX - 007, FERRO - 11v1 - 160, FERRO - 32V1 - 147, SCIFI AMBIENCE.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION: MORNING PT1

EARLY MORNING BREATH CHANGING SEASONS TO HOURS

MORNING LIGHTS STRETCHS THE SHADOW, PEALED BACK AND DESOLVED REVEALING A NEW DAY

A SPACE AND MOMENT IN TIME WHEN THE RITUAL BEGINS

A CYCLE STARTS, THE FOUNDATIONS WIRED WITH YESTER YEARS MOMENTUM

IN THOUGHT, BEING, REACTION, EXISENCE

365 CHARACTERS: 24 PERSONALITIEES, 12 UNBREAKABLE HABBITS IN EACH INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER

A CYCLE OF 7 IN AN INFINITE EXPRSSION

THERE IS NO KNOWN LOOP ONLY FAMILIAR TEXTURES

IN SAND LIKE DREAMS WE CANNOT MAKE UP

WHAT HAPPENS WITH IN IS MICROSCOPIC

THE SUN THE LIGHT USED TO OBSERVE US FROM ABOVE

THE MOON ONY A REFLECTION OF THEIR ENVIRONMENT MEGASCOPIC TO OUR SENSATIONS

APEARENCE VERSUS REALITY WHEN REALITY IS NOT A CONSTRUCT OF WE

A WORLD OF PERMENET STRUCTURES AND REPLACEBLE LIVES

SECOND CLASS CITEZENS COMMERCIALIZED SLAVES OF EVERY COLOUR

COMMERCIALISED STUPIDITY,

YOU WILL NEVER EXIST IN A WORLD WHICH YOU HAVE NOT CREATED

BREWED

SOUNDS USED: DEMIJHN_006, 15 LITER VAT 003, VAT 006, BARRIQUE 011, 1000 LITER TANK007, DIATMITE FILTER 009, HHE05H (x2), WARM 808 216 TUNED.

INSTRUMENTS: BASS (N/A), VIOLA, VIOLIN, , KICK 004, KICK 008, SOFT PIANO x2, TRUMPET FIELDS: coast is clear 2 (LABS), INSERT 15.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INNER WORKINGS PT2

WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS TRACK I IMMEDIETLY START THINKING ABOUT INNER WORKINGS IN A CITY. HOW WE INTERACT, MORE ESPECILLY THE MACRO INNER WORKINGS, THE INVISIBLE DETAILS WHICH STEM FROM EACH INDIVIDUAL. THE SUBLE ELECTRICITY WHICH IS EVER PRESENT, EVENUALLY TTHE PEOPLE IN OUR DREAMS ARE KNOWN CHARACTERS AROUND US. THERE IS NO INVERSE, ONLY ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE. DO WE FUNCTION ON MISUNDERSTANDING? IS THE IDEA OF CURIOSITY OBSTRUCTED BY THE VERY THING WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND, THE INDIVIDUAL? WHEN ARE WE AND WHAT ARE WE REALLY DOING. THIS IS WHEN I BEGIN TO LAUGH AT MYSELF. THERE IS NO WAY ANYONE CAN TAKE THIS THING SERIOUSY, WHY WOULD NYONE PARTICIPATE? ANOTHER THOUGHT ARRISES AS I WRITE THIS, IT COULD BE POSSIBLE THAT THE WORLD IS MADE UP OF INDIVIDUALS WHO NEVER TRULLY PARTICIPATED. WE WERE ALL NOT PICKED AT SOME POINT. BUT I DIGRESS, THAT IS FOR COMEDY. ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE, WE ARE ALL SCARED INDIVIUDALS EXPERIENCING THE SHCK TO TO EXISTENCE. NONE OF US HAVE LIVED TWICE TO EVER TELL THE STORY. PARTICIPATING WHILE BEING AWARE OF WHO THE IDEA CAME TO BE AND ALL THE POSSOBLE REASONS AND UNFINNISHED REASON TO ITS BEING. PLEASE HEAL AND GIVE YOURSELF TIME.

CORE

SOUNDS USED: 808 N/A

INSTRUMENTS: HI SHK2, CL OHH2, VB SHK1, DO K1, CSP SNR2, DHI SNR, CRP H, DSC H, KL H, UN HDJ BPL 03, 90'S DNnB PAD.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

FORWARDS: PT3

SOUNDS USED: BAN K, SNP CLP, BNGO 3, CONGO 4, CONGO 7, TAB 2, REVOLVER BASS x2, REVOLVER WHISTLE x2, REVOLVER MANDOLIN x8, G VOCAL FX, F PACIFY, PHANTOM CHORD.

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO LABS x2, MOON GUITAR, TRUMPET, DRUMS.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION PT4

What is the use of marketing purpose if your showing a billion images at once at an individual? There is no balance, the only curency witout waves is war and peace, a stagnant ocean with every creature dead preaching repetition and pardon. A teenage existence with an idea ploughed by media the first day it came to be, as a teenage shoot ever showerd by the static from electronic devices it stared and lost time to, lost pieces of sight, taste, scent, touch, hearing of sound and possible thought to. Self awereness contrasted with procrastinating. What a beautiful name given to the most vile thing we can do to ourselves. Procrastination is suicide, you do not get back the time you smeared all over the clock you have no idea came to be.

Life is the ability to participate in the most beautifuly and most RaRa (God in English) event ever to th etake place in any existence or possible existence, infinity. RaRa aware of itself, respectfuly with every being of my light through its light. This they call language is too part of the caurency with no wave. How many rules will you be taught about the language you based your survival on, a laguage and sound which is neither concered about you and never infinitly will, a language which changes the very ound of your inside voice, voice in dream, voice in being, including the voice which is. This is the most simple code ever write or ever though of which never was writen or even spoken, its a code which honestly does not go beyond the strucures of the sky, beyond that it is what every individual seeks, the truth, away from the fine detailed sigoggily manner, it is the light or idea we're all right about. Language is under developed to describe it. Each time an individual seeks a description of this the answer is to build and present what was built as thhe answer to their curiosity. The only language further there after is the laguage of building to communicate. A language equally as beautiful and necesary the building is the language of deconstruction.

HEAVY

SAMPLE USED: ANITA BAKER - LOVE YOU TO THE LETTER.

INSTRUMENTS: PERC 13, LOP SBR 4, DSC K, UN AFC OPH 05, UB KAT LAYER F #2, UN IL02 ASH IPI 16, UN SBR OTH 13, HI SHKR 5, WU RZA HAT 22#2.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

LISTEN AND REMEBER: PT5

I HAVE THIS IDEA TO FILM A GENTLE WHO IVE SEEN AND WATCHED AS A CHILD WHEN MOVING TO KIMBELRLEY. THE GENTLE MAN PREACHES RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY WHERE INDIVIDUALS FREEELANCE WITHNO PAY AS INDIVIDUALS. A JOB TITLE WHICH BRINGS THE NOST REPULSIVE ANXIETY. MY DREAM WAS TO FILM HIM TALKING AND THEN EDITING THE FOOTAGE AS PART OF A PROJECT MAKING A SHORT FILM WITH THIS IDEA. I AM WRITING AND BUSY PUTTING TOGETHER THIS PROJECT. IT IS ITS WON DRIVER. I AM MEARLY THE VESSLE AND TOOL TO BE USED TO MAKE THIS COME TO LIFE.

HOPE

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, STRINGS LONG, AMPLIFIED CELLO QUARTET, MOON GUITAR, DRUMS, TRUMPET.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

NOPE: PT6

MY SIGHT IS NOT A MARKETING TOOL. MY TASTE IS NOT A BARGANING TOOL. MY FACE IS NOT A MEASURING TOOL. SIT DOWN AND BARE WITNESS THE POTRAIT NOT IN SCHOOL.

MY BREATHING THEY WANT IT.

MY FREDOM THEY WRITE IT. MY SYMPTOMS THEY SELL ME A LITTER OR BUCKE.

MY BODY I OWN IT THE COLTHING IS BONDAGE, EACH PIECE OF THEIR FABRIC IS PRISON FOR PROFIT. THE BLUE SKY HAS PATENTS. ADVERTS SCREEN WORDS, VERBAL CANCER PATIENCT. EACH ROCKET HIT THE MOON FLY A MIRROR SPACE SHIP.

ONIONS NEVER END, CARROT TOOTS KNOWN TO BEND. MONE GOT YOUR EYES OUT. EAGER WATCHING CLOWNS LIE. WE ONLY ETING SEED SPROUT.

ONLY BREATHING CLEAN NOW. DON'T FORGET TO BREATHE OUT. PERFECT THE BREATH IN. EACH DAY THE SKY IS NOT THE SAME, EACH MMENT THE SKY IS NOT THE SAME.S

JAMS

BONUS

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

DO NOT: PT7

DO NOT SUPPRESS MY THOUGHT. MY HAND ACCEPTS MY THOUGHTS. THE WORLD IS BURNING QUENCH THE THIRST ADD WATER STIR THE MELTING POTS. EXPRESS EXISTENCE KNOW THE PICTURE YOURSELF AS GOD.

KEEP THYSELF

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, DRUMS,SLAP BASS, STRAT MUTE, PAD FIELD CHORUS, ATTACK TAP, ATTACK GLASS TAP, ATTACK BLIP, COLLIDER DESERT PING 01, ATTACK BLIP, COLLIDER DESERT PING 01, COLLIDER DESET RATTLE02, COLLIDER REVERSE BEEP , COLLIDER REVERSE RULER 02, FRATURE ABSTRACT 02, FRACTURE PERC 06, FRACTUE PERC10, ATTACK TAP 2, ATTACK GLASS TAP 03, ATTACK BLIP 03, COLLIDER DESSERT PING 01, COLLIDER DESSERT RATTLE 02, COLLIDER REVERSE BEEP 02, FRACTURE ABSTRACT 02 FRACTURE PERC, FRACTURE PEC 10.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

CULTURE IS TOXI:C PT8

Cuture is toxic. What is it that an individual is able to achieve while being, in their own individuals mindset and by its own standards against itself and itself holesomely? What do i possess tha makes me worthy to even begin to think about describing what another individual is experiencing; in regards to existence. In this essay i will attempt to unpack my obsrvations from an individuals experience of existence.

Culture is the aquired abity of choosing to tolerate your enironment including everything with in the environment part of the same exisiting body, both aware and unaware in a condenced stucture which is forced to follow synthetic rules to everything it finds in this environment which it itself is forgine and alien to. everthought is a copy of its image in its minute scale throughout the infinite, using infiniy as a scale of measure. There is a specific presence which comes with structure, rutine, fixed form, conclusion, fear or control. It resembles a two-way mirror, your being feels the presence of others, you have aquired this skill and deveoped it your interire life and are presently developing it, infinity. This is when the human being functions below 30 percent of brain capacity. Everything around us is meant to affect and effect our minds and disrupt the natural flow of imagry in the mind. Existing in spaces filled with mixed races and energies, it is true that energy can be transfered thus proving that energy is different forms and states. Emotion can be translated to colour and sound; language as sound linked to the visual espect of reality as colour, the image we're seeing is a controlled mixes of colours, sounds, movments, vibrations and structured-confusion.

SOUL

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, MODULAR PIANO, CHOIR, SOFT PIANO, STRINGS, SOFT PIANO, MOON GUITAR, AMPLIFIED CELLO QUARTET, LNG SHK1, ML SKR8, HI SHK3, BRW H, CID H1, CLN H3, BCK SNR, DR SNR, BEF K, BNC K, KICK 04.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

Aristotle and Plato: PT9

Plato <conservitive teorist. use your brain

beter listen to your inner voice

''mortals think GODS are born like them, born etc''

''there is an eternal relm of ideas. Prorotypes, reflections of thing which we glance at here on earth''.

''we do not experience reality in the real world. only its dim shadow''.

''what was behind life. did it start with water or fire or other material. flesh?''

''ideal realities are perefect because it is imature and changing, objects wwe see around us are enfirior because the change. A perect object will not need to change because it was perfect. The heavenly bodies are not inferior, but they change in the same way...consistently''

nothing is more effective than practice.

writing in being

the language of being is silence while being. // a collection of data/ideas/information/exposure in a space of focus.eg art, sculoture, interactions, engeneering, designing, rain, illness ect.

it never ends.

You will never reach the tip of sight- Katvonte

you are between reality and system.

you are a transduce which updates and pgrades itself which silmutaiously reinvventing yourslf at th same pace you experienc ea nd explore a themomitor for self.

10:35: PT10

climbing the textures of sight

ladders of self, engineered experienced, thrgh sound pours, thoughts gasoing for air, the oxygen contaminated by language, transmitted in word, spoken in nibd remembered when clouds curse the body with thirst.

HE.i

< concept - twho vharacters, both are the same person. We one sleeps, the other wakes up.

Skin will shed

tightly closing eyelids darkened sight is future reference

blackest sky is frain clouds are watered floods are quencing

thirst a secondary espect tongues are taught to sound smooth

sounds prove proof water tight yet liquid penetrates bounds stood

skin will shed at times of rest

a hueman's colour information metermorphs

butterfly digitally menueverig to sweeter crops

crope circles, find earth, flat plane, suns left, smoke sight, feel hear, noise numb

i pricked scent

birth a preset, set of rules a throne to detect, deflower the petal it roots ground.

THANDI COMING HOME

SOUNDS USED: 23 TRO MLON C3 OOG

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, CHOIR, STRINGS, APLIFIED CELLO QUARTET x2

(written on MUSESCORE)

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

INTRODUCTION PT11

Akama (2012) states that culture is“that complex whole which includes knowledge, belief, arts, society” (p. 91). Culture is passed on from generation to generation. The acquisition of culture is a result of the socialisation process. Explaining how culture is passed on as a generational heritage, Fafunwa (1974: 48) writes that: The child just grows into and within the cultural heritage of his people. He imbibes it. Culture, intraditional society, is not taught; it is caught. The child observes, imbibes and mimics the action of his elders and siblings. He watches the naming ceremonies, religious services, marriage rituals, funeral obsequies. He witnesses the coronation of a king or chief, the annual yam festival, the annual dance and acrobatic displays of guilds and age groups or his relations in the activities.

TIME IN HANDS

INSTRUMENTS: SOFT PIANO, STRINGS, CHOIR,GUITAR, GUITAR, OIEZO, SLAP BASS, , BL K.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

DANGERS AND FEAR: PT11

What are you afraid of?

This is no way linked to fear or danger.I am afraid of not fulfilling my potential. I am afraid of seeing and experiencing, letting, everyone who believes in me, down and experiencing theing feeling after toward me. I nw realise that i am only incharge of my existence and what actions and choices i take/make. It is not i my power to change your mind. I am only there to provide my 'subjective'data and information so you want to react to it. i should not worry about what others react or how they react or anything tied to their reaction.

I now reatlise that i mostly fearded what others thought eg. what are you affraid when both parties are affraid, given that they have an equal expeience of existence. Staing calm alows one to slow their oppinions, environment, objects and subjects become clear and you are the force which directs the experience.

What makes you tick?

This is more evident that one should always kill internal and personal insecurieties. You only fold when you know the weak spot to be weak and you submit to yor oponent. ''Enemy'' is an emotive response and labe/classification you overwhelm yourself ith the energy of discovering weak spot in yourself and others coming to thst conclusion about yourself.

We are made in the image of God. if one creates an image after theirs that means we should be ourselves and perfect. Our Perfectness overwhelms our percieved imperfections. Nothing we do is imperfect, just does not suit our pallets.

The esiest way to build virtual reality is through a language.

TIRED

SOUNDS USED:

INSTRUMENTS: FG CUTTIN FUNK, WARM 8080808, DEP K, FK HAT 07, FK CLAP 03, SNARE DIAMOND TAPE, SAWER #2, PIANO BROKEN, ML SHK8, 7B, SHUFFLE, ORCH 1, SPACE BALLS, FIFOASLA, FILE 18.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

SOUNDS HUMAN: PT12

Speaking language is the ability to understand sounds humans have designated subjectively as a collective to communicte by selectively assigning sounnd to emotion or feeling(feeling is not emootion, rather it is a descriotion of the osychological state an individual is in, influenced not only by the interaction within the moment but by their entire lives affect this moment furthermore the infkuences *external too* & choices add on to this perferct chaos of communication further more from life being one entire moments experience).

Emotions are subjective. in this existence we spend our entire lives barely able to communicte the idea of what we are thinking or how we percieve things. As individual why do we use only one languange? (Depending on where you are, i will use English in this regard) is the idea of laguage sso clouded that the us eof one language seems to be corret? I'll make an obsrvation: you as a person to boil a cup of tea for you with three seaspoons of sugar and no milk, the agree to your request bringing you a cup of tea, as you taste this tea, to your individuals perspective and eperirnce, this is nota two teaspoon cup of tea, it tastes like it has four. In sths short story what we should conceider are a few ideas anemly, the tea drinkers history and how she grew up and what two teaspoons of sugar is for her, through measurement or simply suggest that she had different spoon sizes growing up. This idea should be extended in also acknowlaging the perspective of the one who made the tea, their history and their personal undrstanding.

THE STORY BEHIND

BONUS.

DIGITALLY COMPOSED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

WRITTEN AND ARRANGED BY: THOLANG MAHLOKO

KIMSOMOE

What do you like?: PT13

purity - one should be transparnt beyond the barriers of the word, beyond the social bariers and current updates in modern day of the word and what individuals 9thriugh time0 set barriers to the word. This should not be confused with truth. Purity enables the individuals humanities be at an equilibriu and everything aligned to it.

thruth - '' including my enire existence, being, light, wisom, memeory, beyond, am not in ay different phases as i am now and will be later and in the future times we meet. Any shift and/or of phase, you will be updated.'' This topic should be the primary drive to existene and to the experience of life. Truth becomes, it is a part of what builds the force. No question, no doubt.

being - Ye. This is a state where one is. No internal factors are able to change thi state moreso, no external factors affect the individual.

focus - there are no barriers in the number of subjects or actions one needs to complete or brig to a state where you have completed what you need to do. Focus is the means to complete or do what needs to be done consostently. This is in no way appart of consistency.

consistency - The art of training the wills mind power to flowas you breathe, blink, digest, moveblood through your body, keep your electric megnatism flawlessly in pure pattern which is no pattern yet it flows. ''wate''.

understanding - In no way is this linked to submitting to anyone including to yourself. This is the ability to disect yourself, sift through yourself, better yourself and continue searching and eposing yourself to informtion.

know - mastering your environment is God. Your environment includes, self-knowledge, the awareness of life forms, the awareness of other knowledge and wisdom, mastering the unseen environment, the ability to put individuals in that mind frame.

action - This rukes out procrastination. This is applying and moving toard your goal or what ritual needs to be preformed to bring about this menifistation.

standing my gtound firmy - This includes the focus of all your likes ino oneself and applying this into the real world and the world percieved by individuals. This goes beyond anyones belief rather, the beief of truth.

afirm your ideas - Your ideas are an extention of yourself. Extended yourself and put life in it. Make in thr image of God.

the ability to see bryond people - ''the light in your eye is the space which your atoms have not connected''.

This is the ability to see the difference in force between oneself and the external environment which my existence has nothing t do with me. The abilitiy to anrticulate my history, ancistory and being. This helps exercise my future and affirms that the generaion will continue. Thishelps one understandtheir genetics and bility to procreate, exell, behave, diet, move, exposed to, how to conduct converstation and cntrol oneself.

cellphones are ment to silence you.

#SoundCloud

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