#I’ve been crying a while. I just don’t feel well currently and more or less projected

[skoulsons]

“Ellie?”

She had kept herself closed off most of the day, doing as much as skipping meals, not sketching, and declining their routine movie night.

Joel turned the knob, opening the door only slightly. “Ellie?”

“What?” She bit. She was around the corner, still in bed.

He bit his cheek. “Can I come in?”

She sniffled, a mumbled yeah from around the corner to let him know it was okay. He entered, keeping the door somewhat open behind him. He found her on her back, covers pulled up to her shoulders as she stared at the ceiling, counting imaginary stars.

The look on her face was a sure sign, as any, that things were not good.

He sat by her feet, the corner of the mattress sinking down as he sat, her feet following suit and lightly falling against his lower back.

“Do you need something?”

Joel inhaled and exhaled. He kept his hands awkwardly in his lap. “I wanted to check up on you.”

“Why? I’m fine,” she grumbled, eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“You sure?”

She wasn’t. She knew she wasn’t fine. Every possible thought about Joel, Tommy, Maria, Riley, Sam, or Henry that wasn’t positive made its way to the forefront of her brain, twisting everything she knew about them. Making her believe things that she was sure weren’t true. Convincing her of truths that were hard to shake.

Everything is still so new to them. Young and needing navigation and direction. Their relationship and being together now, no plan in sight of leaving or disregarding the other.

She has someone in her life now who cares about her. Who has cared about her for over a year. Someone who dedicates every single day to being present. Who always makes breakfast for the two of them. Someone who holds her when she cries and who lifts her up even higher when she’s happy. Who carries her to bed when she needs it and finds her new comics when he’s outside the walls. Who protects her at every moment and encourages her to eat and shower when she struggles.

Someone who loves her.

And that revelation is what makes these days even harder.

“Hey…” he nudged, turning his body slightly more towards her. “What’s goin’ on, baby?”

Ellie sighed, closing her eyes tightly, waves of colors forming in the black of her vision the harder she squeezed. She opened them, her eyesight wavering as tears pooled at her eyelids. The imaginary stars on the ceiling kept her gaze, still avoiding Joel’s concern.

“Today just… hasn’t been good.”

And while he knew it, hearing it from her still hurts to know. Whatever happened, it hurts to know she’s struggling.

“I think it’s been little worse than hasn’t been good.” It felt inappropriate to point out her near crying and the tight-lipped expression on her face in an attempt to keep her emotions at bay.

“I’m just… having fucked up thoughts,” she sighed, tracing all the constellations she knew into the white of the ceiling.

Joel didn’t say anything. In all honesty, he didn’t know what to say.

Neither of them were the best at talking. Sharing something that pissed them off, frustrated them, or upset them and navigating that conversation in a healthy manner always felt like forcefully pulling teeth before they ever broke the surface of the gums.

Joel hopes his silence is an invitation for her to continue. He wants to help, to walk through what bothering her with her.

“I…,” she started, choking slightly on the syllable. “I feel like people don’t care. They don’t care, they don’t…love.”

Joel tilted his head to the side, eyeing her avoidant gaze.

Ellie brought her hand up and wiped it across her right temple. Her voice wavered, her lip quivering as she spoke, “me.”

Joel had an inclination, but hearing it still hurt all the same.

“I feel like people…” she paused, sniffled heavily. She lazily raised her arm off the bed in his direction, “you… don’t.”

Frustrated, Ellie sat up, her back making content with the headboard harder than she intended. She locked eyes with him momentarily before avoiding his gaze again, fixing hers around the room. Her dresser, a heap of clothes on the floor, her blinds, and the open door.

She stopped keeping her head upright and let the crown of her head fall back, banging against the headboard. She sighed, a wet, embarrassing laugh escaping her. “I… I know. I know you do. I do. But sometimes, I just… get convinced you don’t.”

She fiddles with her hands in her lap as her tears threaten to spill over, Ellie massaging her fingers and cracking her knuckles, even with nothing left to crack. She picks at her cuticles and nails uncomfortably, clearing her throat to get rid of the tight burning that has coated it.

“What convinces you?” Joel asked, his eyes looking twenty years younger—like he’s talking to someone else entirely. Like he’s held a similar conversation before.

His question stumps her.

And she realizes it’s nothing. Nothing has ever convinced her. Nothing could convince her that Joel doesn’t care about her. Nothing could ever truly convince her that Joel doesn’t love her.

He may get frustrated over something. He may be extra tired some days. He may spend a little more strength some days fighting his own demons that it’s hard to be there 100% for her.

But those things don’t mean he doesn’t love her. They don’t mean he wouldn’t lay down his life for her at any given moment. They don’t mean he doesn’t look at her with anything less than adoration, devotion, and appreciation for who she is. Who she is and what she has come to mean to him.

“Have I ever done anything-“

She cut him off. “No. No, no. Fuck no, never.” She threw the crown of her against the headboard again, a few tears spilling down the side of her face and flowing along her jawline. She hastily wiped them away, clearing her throat.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I guess I… don’t think I deserve it or something. So I look at you or Tommy or I… I remember Riley or Sam or anyone else and I… I think they don’t—didn’t care.”

She knows they do. Riley—she knows. Sam she knows. Henry, too. Tommy and Maria—she knows. Joel—he she knows better than any of the others.

“I remember them or I…” she brought her head down from her gaze on the ceiling and looked at him, clearly, for the first time. “I look at you and I wonder why.”

She cries. Her lips pressed together, not enough breath in her lungs to combat the tears falling down her face and slipping down her neck, soaking the collar of her shirt. She wipes and wipes and wipes until her tear-soaked hands can’t catch anymore and they flow freely. She dries her hands on her sheets and it’s still not enough to catch every single one.

Joel moves quickly, his right hand lightly on her shin as he reaches his left out towards her, keeping it held right above her lap for her to feel.

She can barely see, and yet she reaches out, knowing he’s there. Trusting he’s there.

She grabs his left hand with her right, holding it until her knuckles turn white and it hurts. Until it stings and her fingers go numb. Until her hand shakes and the blood flow is cut off from her fingertips.

He moves his right hand from her shin to press a fist into the mattress on the other side of her, scooting himself closer to her. He settles closer to her, bringing his right hand up her shoulder and eventually finding its home on her cheek. He strokes his thumb across it, more tears falling as she leans into it. She turns her head into it, her lips in his palm as he continues wiping her tears.

He pulls his hand back from her face and brings it to her other cheek, sliding his knuckles across to clear the streaks of tears. He returns his hand back to her other cheek, lightly scratching at the roots of her hair on the back of her neck.

Ellie grabs the collar of her shirt with her left hand, wiping the snot from her nose and using any drier part of her shirt to dry her neck and chin.

Joel lifts his left hand to bring up to her face, but a mumbled, snotty no keeps it in her lap, Ellie still clutching it.

She continues to sniffle, finally opening her eyes to see Joel looking back at her, a streak down the left side of his face, right by his ear.

“I’m sorry,” she says, quickly averting her gaze from his.

He smiles slightly, rubbing those all-comforting circles with his thumb over hand. He brings his hand up from her cheek as she closes her eyes, using two fingers to drag hairs down her forehead and tuck them behind her ear.

They didn’t need to be tucked away—but the affection always comforts her.

She takes his right hand in her left, bringing it down into her lap next to their other hands. She watches their hands intently as she rubs circles on his with her right hand and he rubs circles on hers with his right.

“Hey,” he whispers, trying to get her attention. It does, and she looks up at him. The tug on the corner of his lips reaches his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“No it’s… it’s stupid. I shouldn’t be crying over something I know isn’t true…”

“You know it’s not true?”

She inhales a shaky breath and exhales one just as heavy. She focuses on it, keeping any other tears down as best she can through controlled breathing.

“Yeah. Yeah I… I know.” She pauses for another breath. “But sometimes it’s… fucking difficult. I don’t…” she hesitates, shaking slightly, “I don’t want to look at you and wonder why.”

She chokes, wiping her cheek on the shoulder of her shirt. She feels her back against the headboard and adjusts slightly, rolling her shoulder blades over it.

She looks up at him. His eyes still hold that twenty-year-old look. They glisten because of the tears gathered in them, and the loving smile that hasn’t quite reached his lips has already hit his eyes.

“I’ll remind you. Every day, if I have to—if you want me to. Even if you don’t, I might jus’ have to-“

She laughs—giggles—at that. He laughs too, the kind of laugh that resides deep in his chest. The one that sounds better through his rare toothy smile. The laugh she only hears so often. The laugh when he thinks he’s done something right. The almost triumphant laugh when he seems to have cheered her up.

Ellie smiles, watching his own unwavering smile. “You can, if you think about it. I mean, I won’t expect it every day. If you forget some days, it’s fine. I’m not-”

“Ellie.”

“Sorry.”

Joel takes note of her. The dried tears along her cheeks. Her red and puffy eyes. The way her nose is red. The soaked collar of her shirt.

He doesn’t want to see her like this again. Not over thoughts like this.

“Will reminding you help? You know… keep thoughts like this away?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but it hits her that she doesn’t know. She’s never been positively reminded, certainly not daily, that someone cares for and loves her. No one’s been constant enough to tell her the truths she missed out on as a child. No one’s stuck around long enough for them to mean anything. No one has ever loved her enough to say them and mean them. Nothing other than doubt, hesitation, or reluctance has followed such reminders.

“I don’t know. I think, I… I hope. I don’t know, I’ve… never had someone who did something like that.”

He doesn’t frown at the thought, but his smile fades. Sadness, disbelief at the thought, the truth that she’d never had this before. “Well… we can try it out. You can tell me if you hate it ‘n we can try something’ else.” He smiled again as he rubbed more circles along her hands. “Sound fair?”

She smiles, tears welling at her eyes again. One spills over, Ellie fervently nodding in response to Joel’s question before too many more tears follow.

He lets go of her left hand and opens his arm up, welcoming her in. She scoots into him, tucking her body against him. She lets her legs freely fall into his as she leans against his body, his right arm coming across her back and holding her shoulder tightly. She keeps her face hidden away as best she can in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Her right hand finds the bottom of his shirt, rubbing the fabric back and forth between her fingers.

Joel kisses her head, leaving his lips pressed into her hair briefly. “I just… I don’t want this to become something you know is true. Cause it ain’t.”

“It won’t. I… I know it’s not true.”

He kisses her head again, a muffled good reverberating through her. He rubs her upper arm a few times.

“Come here,” he says, letting go of her shoulder and standing up.

She smiles shyly, standing up and wasting no time to hold on to him, her arms wrapping around his middle and settling behind his back. She rests her ear right over his heart, the thump-thump drowning the world out. Drowning her thoughts. Her feet stand in between his, Ellie attempting to get as close to him as she can.

Joel, just like every time before and every time to come after, keeps a steady hand across her back and one behind her head, carefully threading his fingers through her hair. He tilts his head down, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

He sways them gently, covering her back in hand-drawn lines, circles, and a myriad of other shapes. “This is your first reminder.”

She giggles at that.

Something bubbles in her chest. A fire. Butterflies—as cheesy as she thinks that is—it fits. It tickles, in a way. It reaches her finger tips and warms her skin. It helps her breathe easier and keeps her heartbeat beat in rhythm with his. It slows her thoughts and relaxes her shoulder. It lets her relax completely against his embrace.

The reminder is there. The reminder of his care and protection, no matter what. The reminder of the steadfast, uncompromising, sacrificial love that he has for her.

#this is uh #incredibly personal #probably the most personal thing I’ve posted #I’ve never personally been comforted like this #but the way Ellie feels is how I do #pretty much every single day #and it’s not like it’s ever been made evident to those in my life #especially my family #so I’ve never been comforted over it and it still haunts me into adulthood #and I’ve had. not the best past few #weeks? just a lot of thinking and dilemmas and a lot of things and it’s been kind of emotionally and mentally draining #and then my period started and #just about every single thing today has gone bad so #I’ve been crying a while. I just don’t feel well currently and more or less projected #this like 2400 words but it probably won’t go on ao3 bc of how personal it can be to me? #I don’t know I’ll have a real fic out in a few days #anyway sorry this is probably heavy #L writes

[crypticspacecat]

Prisoner Chapter IV (Yan!Dr.KujoxBlack!Femreader)

Hey, it's been a while! I do apologize for taking so long, besides being busy with work, I've been dealing with mental health stuff. I also apologize for the short chapter. Also, lmk if you want part of the taglist!

Enjoy!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

TW: Mental health, suicide mention, and ableist language

@chaichaiiskai

You lay in bed, feeling like you just left an acupuncture appointment. The only bright side to dealing with needles was that you got to eat lunch right after. Despite being in your room most of the day, you were brought some books to curb boredom. Your personal favorite out of the collection is, “The Four Agreements” by Don Miguel Ruiz. You hear another knock at the door. Nurse Lynn walks in with a bag full of clothing and a pair of shoes.

“They just finished checking everything. They only kept your other pair of shoes because they have laces.” She mentions while placing the bag on your bed. You thank her as she leaves to tend to another patient. You sort out the clothes, wondering which one to wear today. You find your favorite simple blue shirt with Sonic the Hedgehog printed in the middle. Alongside, you pick out some plain black sweatpants and some slippers. Something about having your own clothes makes you a little more comfortable. You quickly grab your toiletries to hop in the shower.

10 Years Ago…

As a graduate student, one of the requirements for Jotaro’s degree was to shadow more experienced psychiatrists. For one of the psychiatrists, he had to observe an appointment involving a 13-year-old girl. Walking into the office, he couldn’t help but notice the cramped space. The room felt incredibly tiny but the girl in front of him looked even smaller. Well, at least compared to the 6’5 30-year-old. 

“Ok, Ms. (L/N), right? I am Dr. Lewenski and I have a medical student observing us today if that’s alright with you.” He says, not even looking into the young girl’s eyes. Something that Jotaro definitely noticed and it annoyed him. The young girl only nodded, afraid to make eye contact with either man. The doctor proceeds to log into his laptop to prepare for the interview.

“What brings you in today?”

“I was referred to you by the local hospital.”

“Ah yes, I see the file they sent over. You were admitted to St. Mary’s for a suicide attempt via overdose. Is that correct?”

“Yes sir.” The young girl mumbles with her arms crossed. The silent giant can’t help but notice the doctor’s lack of life when talking. He doesn’t want to be there.

“Well, how have things been so far?”

“I don’t think the medicine is helping, I still feel bad and I’ve been crying a lot. Even going to school has been hard because of my classmates calling me a ‘psycho’” She confesses, on the verge of tears. Unfortunately, the doctor couldn’t care less and wanted this appointment over with.

“Since you were only put on the medication a week ago, I would give it more time. With those kinds of medications, it gets worse before it gets better. I’ll see you again in a month.” The doctor deadpans before giving her a paper with her information printed out. Despite her dejected appearance, she slowly nods and abruptly leaves the room.

Jotaro finds himself extremely irritated. Despite her records being right in front of him, the neglectful doctor couldn’t be bothered to actually check on her current state.

“He didn’t even make eye contact…” He whispers to himself in disgust. He honestly felt for the young girl, being so young with a disease you can’t easily get rid of like the common cold. The fact that the doctor was so unengaged was baffling and almost infuriating.

When Dr. Lewenski left for lunch, Jotaro used his laptop that he conveniently left behind to find out more information about the young girl. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t certainly such crass statements from her mother.

‘So you’re telling me she’s crazy?’

‘That girl has always been troublesome…’

‘Can she be fixed?’

Jotaro almost slammed the laptop shut in fury but he knows he has to keep going. If no one is going to help this girl, he will…

You leave the shower, feeling refreshed and not as sluggish. While changing into your clothes, you notice the sun going down. Despite the window bars, you can still appreciate its beauty. You hear a soft knock before seeing one of the nurses walk in.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Dr. Kujo wants to see you before dinnertime. When you’re finished I’ll be waiting outside.” The nurse explains. You nod in understanding and put on your slippers. You hope to God you won’t be here for very long.

#jjba x black reader #jjba x y/n #black reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x black reader #yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro x reader

[bluedalahorse]

On fandom currents, likes, and loves

I agree with a post that’s currently going around about letting people enjoy the fandom trends they like, and not being judgmental and calling things cringe.

I want to raise another point, though. I feel like a lot of these posts urging people not to be judgmental tend to discuss these fandom trends primarily in the terms of personal preference. The message is “let people like what they like.” Which, again, I agree with! I grew up when the “don’t like don’t read” era of fandom was going strong. At the same time I also think we need to expand this discussion to consider the social function that trends serve, and what kinds of trends are most likely to get social reinforcement. Signing on to a particular in-joke or interpretation of a particular character or pairing is also a way to bond with others who share that preference with you. When a trend takes off in a particular fandom, people who like that trend get a chance to bond with one another and feel a sense of fandom unity. Generally, people get positive brain chemicals from being able to connect with others.

People do acknowledge the social function of fandom trends—I saw a lot of commentary in the tags of the original post I’m mentioning with “if you aren’t finding what you like, just find your people! Write some fic for that pairing you like! Make a gifset or write some meta about that less beloved character! Inspire others to like the thing you like!” Which I think is also well-meaning and not always bad advice—it’s advice I try to follow myself. As I’ve gotten older and become more of a Fandom Adult, I mostly try to post about what I like, and try to inspire others through my meta and so on. I get a lot of joy from that! It feels nice to put what I love out in the world.

This is getting long, so I might as well use a cut…

To that end… fandom can be a great experience when your personal preferences line up with what most other people in the fandom like. It can be a little more frustrating when you come into a fandom swimming against the current. And l don’t always mean in that in the most dramatic way, or the more sarcastic “unpopular opinion but…” way. (I’ve existed on both sides of the fandom current; I’ve been in the mainstream and tried to swim against the current at times.) Maybe you’re entering a particular fandom and you like pairing A and enjoy some fanworks for it, but you loooooove pairing B, like in the way where you’ve cried and lost sleep over it and generally done the cringe fangirling (meant in the gender neutral sense) that people roll their eyes at so much. But then you show up in the fandom and the general trend is that most people are doing the crying and losing sleep over pairing A, while being neutral-to-negative about pairing B. Maybe there’s smaller pockets of people who have strong feelings about pairing B, but you haven’t found them yet. Or they don’t engage with the rest of the canon the way you do, and even if there are fans of pairing B, they aren’t “your people” at all. The fact is that you’re not going to have the same fandom experience as someone who comes in crying and losing sleep over pairing A.

You also have to make decisions about how you want to interact when you enter a new fandom. Are you going to push against the current, or let yourself get swept up in it? Do you play up your mild enjoyment of pairing A and downplay your love of pairing B publicly, so you can get along with folks and not alienate people in your first week, and maybe get more hits on your fanfic? Or do you post the fic and gifsets your heart demands, regardless of how people are going to interact with you or how much engagement you’ll get or what assumptions people will make about you? Maybe the front you put up in that case is “I don’t need many kudos, I’m happy writing for my group of ten people who truly appreciate my rarepair.” (Which I’m sure some people do mean genuinely, too! But for others it may be more a self-soothing technique. Posting one’s work is a vulnerable thing, and many of us like attention.) I think we want to believe that fandom is always a place where people can be their truest, most imaginative selves. At the same time, I don’t think fandom is immune from being an environment where people present curated versions of their personality and preferences so that they can fit in with others.

Idk. A lot of the “let people like what they like” gets framed very simply in terms of likes versus dislikes and people being kind about that, but I think the binary isn’t so simple there. Sometimes what you’re feeling is about mild likes versus passionate loves, and being grateful for those who share your mild like while still wishing you had more people to share in your passionate love. Sometimes it’s about a fandom consensus we can tolerate versus what we feel we should challenge. Sometimes it’s about what tag is easily blockable versus what’s so ubiquitous we can’t avoid it in a fandom. Sometimes it’s just seeing the way that worldly biases affect trending fandom preferences or opinions. (Look, I don’t want to bring back the Your Fave Is Problematic era of tumblr discourse, god no, because it made me defensive and non-reflective about my preferences. But I do love it when a well-written post encourages me to see a character or a pairing or a trope differently than I did before, while also getting me to question my biases about things like gender/race/ability/etc that I carry as A Person In The World.)

Because all of those are nuanced situations, I want people to have language and space to express the nuance in their frustration at not always finding what they want in fandom, or what they want being much harder to find. People go to fandom to make connections, and sometimes there are just fewer connections out there, or you feel disconnected from the larger group. Sometimes griping to a private group chat is the right strategy, but I also think sometimes it doesn’t hurt to express these feelings in a relatively public space, in a non-accusatory manner? Also, we’re lying to ourselves if we think these conversations aren’t already happening in public spaces. It’s just like… how against-the-current is the thing that people are expressing frustration about? Sometimes there are assumptions being thrown around about what “everyone” likes or believes about a particular fandom, or what draws “everyone” to that fandom in the first place, so it’s really commonplace to bash certain characters or pairings in tropes in ways that are invisible to people. You don’t so much notice if you’re in the main current of a fandom, but you do notice if you’re swimming against it.

So, yes, I still agree with the point made in the original fandom post. We shouldn’t bully people or organize harassment campaigns and the like against fandom trends we deem silly or cringey. That’s a nasty form of internet behavior, and it’s a nasty form of behavior period, one which often hits the most marginalized people the hardest. Let people enjoy things! At the same time I think it’s important to recognize that there’s a difference between someone organizing packs of fandom bullies against a “cringey” trend, versus one person expressing temporary frustration about the difficulties of swimming against a particularly strong fandom current. It also sucks when that temporary frustrated venting gets reblogged and co-opted by the bully crowd and is used to target people. Sometimes you just don’t find a particular fandom in-joke very funny, but you don’t want to do a whole campaign about it.

Tl;dr sometimes people want to connect around their preferences as much as they want to express their preferences, and sometimes that sense of connection can be hard to find for people because they’re overwhelmed by trends that don’t interest them. Maybe this is something that was already included in the original post I’m talking about. But it’s on my mind. Fandom seems like an escape from the world, but can very much be part of it sometimes. I think it helps to keep that in mind when we analyze these trends and people’s feelings about them.

[pillow-anime-talk]

music & vocaloids month ; twenty-third day.

synopsis: Until death do us part.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; disease!au; hospital!au; mention of depression; drama; angst; death mention; crying; sfw?

includes: gender neutral reader ft. megurine luka {vocaloid}

You would never believe that your life in the last several months will undergo so many changes, hopes, pleas and will be susceptible to so many unanswered questions and sincere prayers that will never come true.

Less than two years ago, your partner found out about her disease – about breast cancer, which, as it turned out, had been developing in the body of a young girl for several years, but only a little over a year and a half ago, during a gynecological examination, it turned out that Megurine... 

The cancer is now at a very advanced stage.

Every day your girlfriend got more and more depressed, she cried day after day, she apologized more and more to you that she doesn’t look like she used to, doesn’t smile like she used to, and isn’t like she used to be. Despite steroids, chemotherapy, despite breast removal surgery, despite a beautiful wig made of real donor hair, the young woman did not feel well. On the contrary. Each subsequent day spent in the hospital ward, on examinations, taking medications and on a special diet was more and more debilitating to her mind, and at the same time her body. Conversations with parents, with friends, with a psychologist and psychotherapist, and with you were not enough.

The twenty-five-year-old just wanted to be healthy; she wanted to go back to work, go on vacation with you, adopt a pet, and live with you again in a beautiful but small apartment in the city center. Luka wanted to go for a walk with you, go to the swimming pool, eat her favorite ice cream, and go to university and finish her education, thanking all her loved ones for their support and presence by her side. Unfortunately, everything indicated that the young girl would not leave the hospital for this year, or even the next.

“... Everything will be fine.” You said, touching your partner’s pale, slightly cool hand, and she just sighed, not looking away from the window.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I’d like to tell you something.” At that moment, she looked at you with calm eyes, slightly subdued and empty, but you still saw in them love and hope for a better tomorrow. “I wish you’d find someone better. May you be happy again and find a reason to live. I don’t think I’ll live another year, so please go away and be happy with someone else." She said softly, her gaze falling to your and her hands. The woman wanted to let go of your hand, but in the same second you squeezed her fingers much tighter.

“That’s interesting, because I have something to tell you too.” You answered seriously as you pulled a small box out of your pocket. Luka frowned. “It’s not a proposal, it’s a promise.” You added, taking out two bracelets from the black package, and then put one of them on your woman, kissing her at the same time. You put the second bracelet on yourself, and then looked at the pendants on the jewelry; yours was in the shape of a small moon, while Megurine’s was in the shape of a silver sun. “No matter what you say, I will not stop loving you. I hope you will understand my choice. I don’t need anyone but you, and nothing won’t keep us apart. I think your disease make us stronger because I know you’ll beat her.”

“Y/N...”

“Do not cry. For love you don’t have to cry, just smile.” You said, wiping her pale face and she just nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

previous day ; all girls from ho-kago tea time ♡ next day ; nayuta and kanata yatonokami from cozmez

#— 🎸 #music and vocaloids month #music and vocaloids challenge #vocaloid month #vocaloid challenge #vocaloids month #vocaloids challenge #vocaloid #vocaloid scenario #vocaloid scenarios #vocaloid imagine #vocaloid imagines #vocaloid x reader #vocaloid x you #vocaloid x y/n #megurine luka #megurine luka scenario #megurine luka scenarios #megurine luka imagine #megurine luka imagines #megurine luka x reader #megurine luka x you #megurine luka x y/n #megurine luka vocaloid #megurine luka vocaloid scenarios #megurine luka vocaloid imagines #megurine luka vocaloid x you

[sorry-imma-scorpio]

anyway, don’t be a stranger :)

It’s a rant :)

I think I have read Solitaire by Alice Oseman a good 20000 times by now. 

You can’t blame me though, it is an amazing piece of literature and I seem to have found solace in its tragic storytelling. 

It has been a while since I’ve posted anything, no one has read it, but is that really the point? I just seem to exist on this plane and yeah. I found an analysis I did of “The World Is Ugly” by My Chemical Romance, total red flag. 7th grade me was an absolute trainwreck. 

I spend 4ish hours a couple weeks ago on my ranking of Taylor Swift’s albums, and my big three are Speak Now, 1989, and Folklore. Not surprising - I grew up on Speak Now, 1989 was a major gift to 10 year old me, and Folklore is my comfort album honestly.

Honestly, I’m considering just putting my name on this blog, make it more personal. Why not? We’re all going to die at some point, might as well name my own diary that’s floating through space and time.

I want to dye my hair dark, it’ll be the second ever time in my 18 years of existence that I have dyed my hair.

My best friend graduated high school this last weekend. I’m so proud of her.

I am always nauseated but I can’t tell if thats because of my F in French or my long-lasting duel with diet culture and societal pressures.

The current song in my Delta-complimentary-headphones is Friend, Please by Twenty One Pilots for no other reason than middle school nostalgia and I am attempting to be an academic weapon (I graduate in less than 20 days and I am having a breakdown about it).

I think that my English teacher is going clinical- she is actually having us use ChatGPT to create a fiction story. Is that not what Hollywood is currently striking? The use of AI in the world of Creative Arts? It’ll be okay, Kai Stormrider (the guardian in this AI-generated mess) will guide me to a hopeful A- at the end of the semester. 

Middle school me would absolutely bully Senior year me for using tumblrdotcom to procrastinate a French assignment that I am literally using google translate for. But hey *shrug* we’re on a floating rock.

I accidentally told one of my ?friend’s? that she dumbs herself down for her boyfriends, but I meant she chooses dumb boys to fall head-over-heels for.

I think she’s going to block me.

In Instagram group chats, I send similar messages to this, but I get told that they are “schizophrenic monologues”... can they not just be me recapping the conversation you asked for a recap on? Must it always be something that requires a diagnosis?

I feel like I should be crying as I write this, but I can’t.

My crying wrapped that I have on Google Forms sits unused this evening, with a total of 36 cries so far that I can remember having this year. It has been 142 days since the year has started. I have spent 25% of this year crying. I thought it was less.

The song has changed- it is now March to the Sea, also by Twenty One Pilots. 

I think Tori Spring was written for me. About me. To me. I feel so similar to her it’s crazy. 

Why do we just write out the full words of “I can not” instead of “I can’t” when we write about period pieces - they used other words. “I mustn’t” for example, still a conjugation, but they used it.

I started another chapstick today. Not because I ran out of my other, but simply because I lost it.

I’ll find it some day. Will I find myself in the way I will inevitably find my vanilla Burt’s Bees?

Life is a bitch.

Hozier played. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene.

I still haven’t listened to francesca.

I have told my ?friends? about this account, how I use it to cope. But none of them care. A snap back here, a laugh, a text left on read.

Last weekend, I went on a vacation from school for a bit. To go see my best friend as she graduates from high school. It was nice to feel wanted.

I start nearly every line with an I. 

I should be more creative.

“I Wish You Would” by Taylor Swift.

What would you wish for?

I don’t know what I would wish for. A break? A trip? An A in the French class I am still procrastinating?

My girlfriend already went to sleep. I love her so much, just everything she does. I feel bad that I feel like this, but I can’t just tell her. We’re long distance so she would worry and I can’t do that to her - I know that is a whole anxious-avoidance style or whatever. But IDK. I don’t want to stress her out or worry her, so I stay the happy, sunny, golden retriever girlfriend.

The Nick Nelson to her Charlie Spring.

She knows I have shit going on in my life, in my mind, but not as much as I really do deal with.

still not crying

Got some Panic!, MCR, and now Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers. 

“do you feel ashamed?”

I have 22 missing assignments, and even less days to make them up. I’ve mentioned that.

I’m going to procrastinate later. Tomorrow. I sign up for where I sit for graduation.

yay.

you are loved,

scorpio (kind of)

#loveyou #phoebe #phoebe bridgers #boygenuis #panic! at the disco #twenty one pilots #mcr #tori spring #hozier #francesca #solitaire #charlie spring #nick nelson #sad #crying #i should be crying #i should go to bed #i should probably delete this later #i wont #im tireeed #life is a bitch #22 #Heartstopper #i wish you would #ldr #wlw #tumblr dot com #graduation #senior #tori

[wondersofspite]

 Due to some accidents involving scalding my left hand, I am currently bit high off of morphine, and apologize so if it degraded my cohesion a bit. But, after staring at the wall for 7 hours, I come to an realization that, Stoliz, in a way almost by accident, is vaguely resembling of Chaggie.

Like. So far, I’ve noted that:

- Blitzo and Vaggie are both people of marginalized group, both racial and societal (as an Imp and an Sinner/WOC)

- Due to that, they both likely have an rough past and are still troubled by it. While this is a bit debatable on Vaggie’s part, she seems to deal with it in a way that is (somewhat) less harmful/heinous/much more reserved. (After all, by looking at some of Vivzie’s art, it’s heavily implied she ended herself)

- They both likely suffered from poverty/money issues till they encountered a Royal.

- Both of them are in an socially imbalanced, financially dependent relationship with their Royals. While it’s very vague with Chaggie because not only are we limited to the current status of Vaggie, the couple itself isn’t even explored.

And while Charlie and Stolas share even fewer links, in between their archetypes as optimistic loving sweeties, their flawed tendency to infantilize and treat an issue smaller than it is/completely miss the point of it is an important note as well.

I don’t know what’s up with writer and their deal to make almost every relationship incredibly power structured but then treating them in story as if it won’t have impact. A whole season into Helluva, and not once did the show even highlight an conflict between Blitzo and Stolas’s different philosophies made of vastly different life styles. That possibly, as someone who lived in poverty, that Blitzo not only loathes, but could possibly envy how Stolas was born with a sliver spoon in his mouth. That not only his motivation of getting close to Stolas consists of the grimoire, but some equal want, a desperate want, to at least experience the life the wealthy lives.To show to some part, that Blitzo just wanna experience what it feels like to live well-fed and privileged.

While Chaggie on another hand, we only have pilot version of. But even with a 5 minute screen time, I think it’s a particularly agreed even in the fandom that the ship is rushed like something added at the last moment (Which, it really is). This would’ve have been alright with me, since, once again. Pilot runtime. While I admit some underwhelming disappointment to see how the episode barely spent more than 10 second in the relationship between the protagonist and one of her most intimate partner, I could’ve waited it out.

But with the development of Helluva and seeing how it writes it’s female cast, I am growing more apprehensive for the future of the only wlw relationship in the franchise that is actually main focus.

Like, with how complicated Stoliz’s dynamic and it’s messages is, I would actually cry if they made Chaggie the typical wholesome lesbian relationship. Not in any normally wholesome way that is simply cute, but a wholesome way that literally turns blind all to the complexity and issues both characters share. Like. A thinly veiled Flanderization. Making up some “common relationship drama” conflicts instead of an really serious ones like their class and power difference. That unlike Blitzo, Vaggie literally can’t walk away since not only does it seem like Charlie is one of her only connection and home (which, once again, debatable. We literally don’t know anything beyond her interpersonal life outside of Charlie), but that she’s also stuck with the very daughter of the king. Like, if you put it on paper, things take a really sinister turn if Vaggie ever want to leave, there’s a high chance she won’t. And personally, I think it would be even more interesting if Charlie acts just a bit selfish, just a tad possessive: Anything more than this perfectly clean moral puppy the fandom and the pilot makes her out to be. 

From all my brief pondering, from the main show to it’s spin oft, Stoliz and Chaggie foil and almost parallel each another.

That, say, if HB grows a pair of white eyes and takes Stolas and Blitzo’s power imbalances seriously and explore it, it can be an story that started with a clear distaste, unhealthy and malignant, starting ugly till it slowly wan into something more... for the lack of better word, tragic. Not romantic, certainly not romantic, but something more mutual . About two bad men whose connections to each other are just as bad, but beyond their classicism and gap in power, that at some point, they see each other - love each other - as equals.

But with Chaggie, of which it’s foundation started young and fuzzy, full of juvenile love and clumsy affection, actually start to decay and fall apart when at some point, the narrative nosedive into it’s darkest point. Of where Vaggie wants to leave, but Charlie doesn’t let her.

Foils.

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #some ponders and concepts #tw: suicide mention #Apologies for the incomprehensibility. #just a bit high and feeling petty #Unless the show spins 180 on it’s hell #and focuses on the actual main (wlw) couple instead of mlm #then I would truly start believing in god #give me hannibal level of messed up lesbians Vivzie goddammit #speculations.

[strangerthings1975]

How do you take negative criticism on your writing?

For a brief while I took hate comments personal but now I like to believe they’re commented by those too young to understand the way words put them down. Sometimes it is hard to feel good about your writing when everything feels like it’s under a microscope being observed though…

Hello 🖤🖤 thank you for your question. My answer is a bit long lol. 😅🖤

I don’t take criticism well at all. I’ve had some pretty nasty things said to me in the past, years ago even, and I still remember that shit. It hurts.

I’m an extremely sensitive person, and it’s not easy to put yourself on the line and share writing with thousands of people. I mean, anything can happen. Hate comments, neutral comments, no comments, creepy comments, etc. There have been a lot of times I wanted to quit writing completely bc I didn’t think it was worth how awful it feels to be judged.

But then I think to myself, you know what? There’s like fucking millions of fics and books and shit in the world for people to read… maybe they hate what I wrote and they think I suck, well good for them. They can go read something else and go away. Like?? How hard is it to read something, realize it’s not appealing to you, and then EXIT THE PAGE without being a cunt?? You know, silently decide not to continue to reading it. Because if I wanted an editor or someone to tell me what they didn’t like, I would’ve asked. You know? Like what is a hate comment supposed to accomplish? Do they think they’re doing us a favour and helping us improve? Because they’re not.

If it’s telling me about typos or something and stuff I could actually fix/edit quickly, then yes please tell me. Similarly, if they write me a genuine comment about something they didn’t like or that made them uncomfortable, without insulting me… Sure. It would sting, but sometimes I’d really like to know where I went wrong with something. Or if I’ve accidentally said something offensive. Otherwise… no. It’s absolutely no good to me to be criticized. Just makes me feel like shit, and then I don’t want to write.

And that would be sad!! if I didn’t write I wouldn’t have made any of the friends I currently have, I wouldn’t have learned the lessons I’ve learned. I would lose my hobby. And why should I lose out just because of strangers on the internet??? I don’t think so.

So yes it really hurts, sometimes it takes me days to get over. The other day someone on Tik Tok said something about MPG that made me cry for a couple hours. Idk. I worry all the time about not being good enough. But I’ve decided not to let it stop me. And I hope it doesn’t stop you either!! We just have to try and remember to have fun with writing and remember why we started in the first place.

I find that taking a break from it all and just reading and watching TV and getting inspired again really helps. Putting yourself first instead of trying to impress anybody or meet expectations. I made that mistake more than once, and it never got me anywhere.

What I’m going to do from now on is not post WIPs. Maybe that can help you too! Avoid the pressure of knowing people are waiting for you to update, avoid receiving comments that make you reconsider everything you had planned for the next chapters, avoiding seeing that your most recent chapter lost you some subscribers or that someone didn’t comment… avoid having to wonder what you did wrong, why they stopped liking it. Because people can get in your head, and the fear of disappointing them paralyzes you… then you just lose motivation to continue because “what’s the point?”

I mean in MPG, everybody wanted something different. Bottom Steve, top Steve, switch Steve, sub Steve, Billy redemption arc, Billy to be killed, Billy and Steve to make up, more chapters, less chapters, more smut, more plot, you know? All this conflicting stuff and I couldn’t possibly make EVERYONE happy. It’s exhausting. But if I would’ve just written for myself privately and then published it, I would’ve been absorbed in the exact story I wanted to tell, and it would have been so much more fulfilling. It would be finished by now, and I’d probably be a lot happier with it.

So that’s my advice from experience. Try to take a break, keep your writing for yourself and for trusted people, and then when it’s ready and truly the story you want to tell, post it if you wish. And then you’ll have the confidence within yourself to stand by what you wrote because you know it’s exactly what you wanted and that YOU are happy with it. Even if someone is a jerk, you know in your heart that you like your story. And that makes it easier to brush off negativity. Yes, it’s great if people like it, but that’s just extra. We need to love our own stories and writing and ignore the noise. Or else we’ll never get anywhere.🖤🖤🖤

I hope that helps even a little bit. 🖤🖤

#ask

[tutuandscoot]

OOO this is a good one ok

SOFT TESSA / SOFT SCOTT

:)

Why are u making this so hard for me @raraaaaa20

Ok too bad you are gonna get both sides of the argument (I should be a politician I love arguing so much!)

Soft Tessa: more rare because she has a quieter personality. Because often people assume she is cold or even worse- assume her love for Scott doesn’t equal his love for her. She is soft in her own way that is the least noticeable- more often than not she is on the receiving end of a lot of physical affection but what we don’t often see or appreciate is how much she gives him just by being there. Being an anchor for him. Absorbing his more extroverted personality and being his reason and purpose in life. Keeping him alive. When we do get the more obvious soft moments it’s more or less when she is super overwhelmed: ie the laugh-cry, or she is so invested in a program she allows herself to be taken away from reality. Just because it’s rarer for her to show those qualities, doesn’t mean it’s harder for her or they aren’t honest.

I think with this question too, it’s all in the context of their partnership. They have very different personalities but the flow of the two of them is so natural- their softness I feel extends from them being so receptive to what they are feeling in each other. It’s like they share a nervous system and can easily sense where the other is and what they need to be feeling to keep the natural flow going. Like currents- they don’t always stay the same but the natural cycle is what keeps everything moving in harmony (deeeep)

Soft Scott: well , what can I say. To quote Tessa “he’s such a feeler, he just feels so much. He tries to be so technical but really he is just this big open heart”. I just think Scott is so rare. A rare talent in terms of his athletic and artistic harmony. His vision for his sport and art is so rare, and his heart; his humanity is so rare. I know it’s easy for women to say that men are trash.. obviously not all of them are but I can safely say there is not another Scott out there. And he’s not perfect- sure he can be obnoxious and make dumb jokes but his freaking heart and the way he cares for Tessa is just something I have truly never seen. I’d seen someone else write that he has this commanding presence/ like he is so assured of himself and has this incredible masculine energy that’s not at all toxic or macho or a turn off- it’s incredibly attractive. But as soon as he is in Tessa presence he’s this incredibly gentle soul with her, it’s like he’s trying not to scare her. And I kinda think it’s this constant reminder for her that she is always, always going to be safe with him- he is always going to be a home for her.

Here’s something reeaallyy soft I’ve been wanting to say for a while. Obviously they have different personalities and T is more introverted and S more extroverted- but of course they both have the opposite existing in themselves as well. But what I like to think, and I feel there is enough evidence to support, is: I feel as though, even if not quite literally, Scott speaks very softly and calmly to Tessa in certain situations. Not saying he whispers to her..(but also yes in a way- you always see that they are communicating but it’s silent, we may not see their mouths moving but they are always communicating) .. he brings his energy (even a little bit) down when he’s around her. He is quieter for her. He knows she’s a quieter person and I again I don’t mean this literally, but she has a very fragile heart and he knows he has a responsibility to take care of it. He knows her better than anyone and what she has been through, and for all the struggles Scott would have faced in being a straight male figure skater, he has seen first hand everything Tessa dealt with: bullying, body shaming, injures etc.. not to mention how young she was when they moved away. He doesn’t give all that affection because she asks for it, but because to him she is so special and sacred and he wants to do everything to protect her and ensure she knows how loved she is.

He’s always been very protective over her, so yes all the physical affection is lovely and soft and makes me weep uncontrollably, but even softer is the invisible stuff. The stuff that as I write this I don’t even know if it’s true, but I feel like it is- it’s what I feel when I watch them. And that goes for both of them- her presence is the softest thing - the way she calms him just by being there and allowing him to hold her hand or hug her to touch her to feel that comfort, and then him, understanding her so well and always caring for her happiness and safety..

So i don’t know.. you all decide this one

#there’s my argument #pick a winner #they are both soft at everyone else stop trying #vm being soft #soft bbys #this or that #I’m so tired rn I don’t know if this even makes sense

[simplestoryteller]

Oh my fucking god they did it again!!!!

Spoilers for Owl House For The Future leave now if ya don’t want spoiled

They did it again!!!!

I am so mad I could scream

They left us at not just another cliffhanger but an even bigger one then last time.!.

I love that king wants to sorta rehabilitate the Collector, after all deep down they seem to be just a kid, a kid who can shape reality on a win and doesn’t understand the mortality of mortals, but a kid none the less

I love that both Eda and Lilith are ok, it makes me really happy but it is also super scary how all the adults have been dollified leaving the kids to ensue chaos.

I hate that Odalia is not peppered but at the same time I don’t mind her havening to mother the collector

Camila has joined the Punch Belos Brigade fuck yeah, but I swear someone needs to do it already

We are probably going to start the last with a confrontation considering Belos, disguised as Raine and I’ll get to that in a bit, has convinced the Collector that king is going to start a coup

While I know the Collector is a gulible little kid I hate he’s being tricked AGAIN!

A lot of feels this time as we see these kids have to live in fear while missing their parents and I love that Camila is trying to help them not bottle it up.

I also love that Luz needed to realize that all she wanted was to be understood, it makes so much sense for her character and it’s funny non of us thought of it before lol

Also a Stringbean is the cutest Snakeshifter ever and if something happens to her I will riot, it’s a perfect pair for Luz and in a way we were all right about what it would be lol.

On a more serious note I honestly am not looking forward to Eda seeing Belos/Raine as we all know how much she cared for them and might just break her heart completely.

Also typical Belos picking the body that cause the most Emotional Damage to our group the only way it could be worse is if he jumped into one of the parents, excluding Odalia,

Also also anyone else get the feeling that if Odalia and Camila meet she would deck Odalia with no hesitation?

Also classic Edric puts himself in a full body cast, not from fighting of the watcher star things, but falling down a well. Classic Edric lol.

I can’t wait for Camila to finally properly meet Eda and King, I want her to hug king like Luz did.

Also it’s a little sad that King had to kinda mature so quickly, remember he’s about 8yo he shouldn’t have to be in as stressful a situation as he’s in.

I’m glad Willow got to let out some of her stress, and I love that theorists were right and that Hunter can now zip around like he did with flapjack.

Not Camila channeling her inner Luz and chucking the bat at Kiki Mora lol, she had no idea how to use magic so she looked at her bat and went instantly into chucking it at Kiki, even going so far as to kiss it first lol.

I also love how Camila is trying to like the demon realm but is constantly freaking out about the bizarre and macabre nature of it. She is a good mom and I can tell she’s doing her best to make her daughter happy and I’ll deck someone if she dies.

No seriously I just realized that was a possibility and now I might cry.

I feel like this ep was happier to cushion the finale, and yeah I know it was pretty dark but something tells me the finale may be worse

Or not I don’t know anymore, they keep throwing curveballs and while I love it as this is one of the most creative shows I’ve seen in a long Tim, even for Disney, but I also hate that anything’s on the table now.

I both want the finale to be here and not at the same time cause I crave knowing what happens next but at the same time we only have 1 left and I’m not ready for the Owl house to be over especially since there has been no confirmation, that I know of, of them continuing this amazing world.

I have a feeling no matter how this ends I’m going to cry and I’m not ready for that yet.

Anyway don’t mind all this I’m currently going through so many emotions that all I know is that I want to deck Belos and cry.

Although I don’t think I’ll ever not want to deck Belos he deserves it.

Also if anyone wants I’ll probably make cinch Belos Brigade for my Redbubble, I’ll let you guys know if I do! We will get him, even if it’s only through vibes and our dreams since he’s just an evil cartoon man.

I think that’s enough tho lol.

#cw spoilers #tw spoilers #cw swearing #tw swearing #spoilers #owl house spoilers #for the future spoilers #for the future #owl house

[blog-reflection]

ONE / Six - The Train spoke To Me

Yesterday was a disaster.

In case you don’t know, I’m currently on the hunt for an apartment, which is more or less the most inefficient thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. Heck I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. The only thing I do is to scroll through endless pages of more or less pretty apartments throughout Brighton and that’s it. It doesn’t feel good and I’m not feeling good doing it either. But yesterday was supposed to be the day where I visited my first apartment. I was excited like never before, like, like a kid on christmas level of excitement. But the morning already started shit. I got up and bumped right into my table and hit the doorknob into my hips while getting out the door to get into the bath. I got into the shower, which had warm water by now, and started a long and comfy shower. Well, for the first five minutes. I was reaching for my soap when I slipped and fell, hitting both knees on the floor. I sat on the shower floor trying hard not to cry. Also because I just couldn’t get up. I mean they aren’t broken aren’t they. I never broke anything. 

After another five minutes I decided to just wash myself on the floor while sobbing. I could not hold back my tears, the pain was already too much. After I crawled out of the shower I Wrapped myself in a towel and slowly pushed myself up. I’m fine. Seriously, I really am fine. Nothing hurts anymore. I can’t even believe that I cried for nothing. I went into my room and looked for something to wear, when I noticed two big bruises on both knees. I grabbed a pair of dark blue Denim Jeans as well as a black shirt with a black/white pattern on the chest pocket. I threw a black jumper on top and got my bag before going downstairs to take the bus to Dover station. Just when I turned around the corner my eyes witnessed the Bus leaving. I have it. The appointment is in 4 hours. How am I supposed to get there in time? 

Guess I have to walk all the way to the station then. Fun. I made it in time to get the Train after the one I originally planned to take. I placed myself in the seat and just stared out of the window. 

It's the start of fall. Leaves are fading from green to bright colours of yellow and orange to brown, until they eventually fall down. Sometimes I think that this happens to everyone. Eventually we all are fading. One. After. Another. And hell no one will remember us. Train rides make me overthink and I hate it. That’s why I try to avoid train rides as much as possible. But sometimes I just have to take a train. I don’t have a car or even a driver's licence to begin with and to be honest I haven’t planned to make one in the near future. Apparently everyone assumes you can drive once you’re 20 but I don’t. I mean I have been sitting behind a wheel before, more or less illegal, but still. I don’t waste over 2-4k£ just so I can legally drive a car. Whenever I drive a car I’m so safe that no one even notices if I have a licence or don’t. And before you ask, Charles teached me when I was crashing at Jesse’s for a few years.The time at Jesse’s place was a whole different experience, time was wild. 

My thoughts got interrupted since the train stopped out of nowhere really hard. It didn’t take long before the robotic voice announced the statement.

Train: We are sorry for the current situation, but a tree fallen onto the rail

Like a choir you could hear everyone in the train leave either a big sigh or start yelling. I for myself just hoped that my jumper swallows me whole. I looked at my phone. 2.30pm. The appointment is at 4pm and I don’t know how long I’ll be on the train. There was a kid crying a few rows behind me and god I wish I had something else to throw then my phone. Ok, that’s enough. I took my phone and turned the volume up to 100%. I kept pushing the button but the volume wouldn’t rise over 100%. I want to hear nothing besides the music basting in my ear to an extent where every doctor tells you not to. I don’t care. I want to cry but I can’t. I already cried today and I have this thing where I try not to cry more than once a day. That's when the train spoke to me again.

Train: We’re sorry but the situation is solved. We carry on now

With that the train had a big push which almost made me fall off my seat. But hey maybe I will make it in time for the appointment. The train entered the main station of Brighton. People flooded out the doors. I looked at my phone. 3.45pm. I opened maps and looked for the address. 30min walk. That’s fine I’m gay so I’m blessed with a fast running skill. I checked my headphones, grabbed my bag on its sides and started running. Corner after corner, house after house. I think I bumped into multiple people but I was too busy saying sorry. My alarm was buzzing as soon as I turned around the final corner. I walked up to the house trying to catch a breath. 3.59pm. Just in time. I knocked at the door. Nothing. I looked around for a doorbell but nothing. I again knocked at the door, this time with more force. Still nothing. I looked up the address. It’s the same. Why is no one opening the door? An older lady started to scream from the other side of the street. I couldn’t quite understand her so I quickly sprinted over.

James: Hi ehm sorry I didn’t quite hear you. Any chance you know who owns that house? Old Lady: This house has been empty for years! James: Oh really? Because I have an appointment for a room in this very house Old Lady: I’m sorry man James : All fine, thanks for telling me, have a good day!

You gotta be kidding. I took everything that happened today just to be in front of a house where no one's even selling a room in??? I’m done I am so fucking done. I opened grindr and looked around. There is no chance I’m going home without anything. I got in contact with someone who seemed nice and instantly messaged them. In grindr style we made a deal. They could have fun with me but they have to drive me back to dover. We both agreed and a few minutes later I laid naked on the bed of some stranger I meet 5min ago. After one hour they finished and we got dressed again. They asked if I wanted to shower but I just said that I wanted to go home. They talked to me on the ride home but I just stared outside the window not really paying attention to what they were saying. They seemed to be worried but all I wanted was to feel my bed again. They dropped me off at the main station once the bus arrived so I didn’t have to wait in the cold. When I arrived at home it was midnight. I walked upstairs, got out of my shoes and fell into my bed. I started crying. I’m allowed to cry since it’s already a new day. 

I cried till I was so exhausted that I slept.

#train station #autumn #well #blog.reflection

[laura-ann-review]

Love Again

Love Again is a story that follows two people; a woman, whose witnessed her boyfriend’s tragic passing and a man, who was publicly humiliated by being left at the altar. The two of them are almost from two different worlds, while both living in New York. Their love accidentally starts as he starts receiving texts from her and her confessions of grief.

For me, I cried like a baby during the last half of this movie. I absolutely swooned over the idea of finding new love and the idea of learning to love while dealing with pain.

With Celine Dione at the helm, directing these two characters either together or apart. She openly admits I don’t care if you get with him. She just wants a white male reporter to understand love and the reason why she has the song’s she has.

I do unfortunately have some issues with this movie, it was good, but it could’ve been better.

With Mira, our female lead love interest. I found her storyline quite lacklustre. When she was on screen, I understand that people take time to grieve and take time to process what’s happened but for me, I really struggled to understand her grief. I found it hard to believe that the man that the audience meets for less than five minutes is her boyfriend. The way the two of them bounce of each other, almost feels like they are just two friends and when his tragic death happens, it feels like it was let down and didn’t give the audience enough reason to care about her.

Also doesn’t help that this is set two years after her partner’s death, and she just struggles to get back out there as her sister puts it.

When there is mention of John; Mira’s boyfriend, they wasn’t information. Such as how long they had been together or anything other than just what his shirt smells like and that she misses his smell.

When the audience is introduce to Rob, our male lead love interest. He has more to him, he has more life and more reason to pull the audience in. We didn’t know he was left at the altar until a side character mentions it on a pure whim to prove how pathetic Rob’s life is.

Rob uses his career, his lack of care for Celine Dione and his curiosity to pull the audience in.

If it wasn’t for Rob, this story would’ve just been of a woman crying for an hour 44minutes.

Even though I cried in the last half of the movie and turned into one of those stereotypical sappy romance film female watchers, I do have to admit there is flaws to this movie.

Like I’ve mentioned already, John’s quick on/off screen introduction, Mira’s need to cry almost every chance she gets as well as her refusal to let others help her grieve, but there was also the jump between Mira and Rob; even though this story is about them, the story should’ve solely focused on him and the mystery texts.

This is no hate to Celine Dione, because I can see how her character helped the storyline push through, I do feel like she was there so they could get the rights to use her songs throughout the whole movie. I feel like if you took Celine out, the movie still would’ve worked. We didn’t necessarily need her plot device throughout the movie, but it did ad an extra step of flair especially since Mira was such a boring character.

For those that are planning to watch Love Again, I suggest bring tissues. It’s defiantly a tearjerker.

For those like me who are currently going through their lonely phase, stay away from this film. It’ll make you feel lonelier than ever…Though it does give you a reason to feel something and dream that you’ll have a meet cute story like this.

#Love again #love again movie #mywriting #movie review

[lovemesomesurveys]

1 When’s the last time it was 95F/35C or more degrees?

It’s been triple digits here 😩

2 What is the silliest street name you’ve heard of?

I don’t know, I can’t think of one at the top of my head.

3 What’s the most popular sport in the current town (or nearest town) you live in?

Baseball.

4 Have you ever seen a midnight showing of a movie before? What was the last movie you saw at midnight?

Yeah, the last couple Harry Potter movies, a couple of the Hunger Game movies, and the last Twilight movie. Lol. Midnight showings were fun, they don’t do em anymore though. I think the latest is 7, which I’ve done as well.

5 If you had to be allergic to something for whatever reason, what would you pick to be allergic to?

I mean I’m allergic to tangerines and I didn’t like it anyway.

6 What’s the last thing you got for a dollar or less (including tax)?

Pfft I have no idea.

7 What smoothie shop do you go to most often?

Every once in a great while I’d go to Jamba Juice. Not a big smoothie person.

8 Do you or would you wear apparel with your favorite character from a TV show, movie, or video game?

That’s my entire wardrobe lol a shit ton of graphic tees representing my various fandoms. If I like something and get into it I get carried away and get a ton of stuff lol.

9 When’s the last time you had a panic or anxiety attack? Do you ever cry when you have an episode?

About a month ago. And yes, I do. I’m also just an anxious person and being here at this hospital for so long doesn’t help.

10 Have you ever seen an NC-17 film? Can you name one?

Didn’t know what this means but I googled it and I definitely have. I saw a list and Evil Dead, Midsommar, Blue is the Warmest Color and American Pie was there among loads of others and I’ve seen those. Midsommar is actually one of my favourite horror movies.<<< I’m lazy so I’m keeping this cause I’ve seen Midsommar as well.

11 Have you ever been in a house with an elevator in it?

Yes. It was cool.

12 How would your life change if you had twelve hour days? How about if the days were 48 hours long?

Uhhh I’m not doing much of anything these days so my day would just be the same.

13 Have you seen or would you see a psychic? If you have seen one, what did they tell you about your future or yourself?

No.

14 When’s the last time you were freezing inside a store?

In the cooler months I get cold in stores especially where the cold stuff is.

15 Would you rather ski, snowboard, or go sledding?

None.

16 What Rock Band or Guitar Hero games have you played? What would be your favorite?

I’ve played, but I don’t know which one exactly. That was fun feeling like I was actually playing guitar jammin on easy mode lmaooo.

17 What age was the most boring age for you? What made it so boring?

My late 20s and early 30s thus far.

18 What is your neighborhood called (not the street but the actual community)?

Uh, no.

19 Have you ever watched a film that was originally in English in a different language?

Yeah.

20 What would you add to a garden if you had one?

*shrug*

21 What was the oddest thing you’ve seen on a street corner?

There’s this guy who walks around balancing various objects, even big things, on his head. Quite the interesting site to see.

22 How often do you see people reading, texting, or something else you shouldn’t be doing at the wheel of a car?

All the time.

23 Name a phrase that you like.

Sometimes, life’s like trying to eat soup with a fork. <<< I feel that.

24 Your favorite animal (or one you really like): Is it the whole species you like or are you just interested in one breed of it (example with dogs: You like all dogs but mostly pugs)?

Doggos and giraffes.

25 Name a song that is considered so beautiful to you that it should be a part of a movie or TV show.

I don’t feel like it.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[emakegr]

NFTs, explained

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There’s nothing like an explosion of blockchain news to leave you thinking, “Um… what’s going on here?” That’s the feeling I’ve experienced while reading about Grimes getting millions of dollars for NFTs or about Nyan Cat being sold as one.

In the year since NFTs exploded in popularity, the situation has only gotten more complicated. Pictures of apes have sold for tens of millions of dollars, there’s been an endless supply of headlines about million-dollar hacks of NFT projects, and corporate cash grabs have only gotten worse.

All this news may have left you wondering: what is an NFT, anyhow?

After countless hours of research and discussions (most of which were against my will), I think I know. I also think I’m going to cry.

Okay, let’s start with the basics.

What is an NFT? What does NFT stand for?

Non-fungible token.

That doesn’t make it any clearer.

Right, sorry. “Non-fungible” more or less means that it’s unique and can’t be replaced with something else. For example, a bitcoin is fungible — trade one for another bitcoin, and you’ll have exactly the same thing.

A one-of-a-kind trading card, however, is non-fungible. If you traded it for a different card, you’d have something completely different. You gave up a Squirtle, and got a 1909 T206 Honus Wagner, which StadiumTalk calls “the Mona Lisa of baseball cards.” (I’ll take their word for it.)

How do NFTs work?

At a very high level, most NFTs are part of the Ethereum blockchain, though other blockchains have implemented their own version of NFTs. Ethereum is a cryptocurrency, like bitcoin or dogecoin, but its blockchain also keeps track of who’s holding and trading NFTs.

How do you pronounce NFT?

Almost everyone spells it out, saying “en eff tee.” The brave call them “nefts.” The enlightened have never had the word cross their lips.

What’s worth picking up at the NFT supermarket?

NFTs can really be anything digital (such as drawings, music, your brain downloaded and turned into an AI), but a lot of the current excitement is around using the tech to sell digital art.

You mean, like, people buying my good tweets?

I don’t think anyone can stop you, but that’s not really what I meant. A lot of the conversation is about NFTs as an evolution of fine art collecting, only with digital art.

But yes, someone could buy your good tweets. The founder of Twitter sold one for just under $3 million shortly after we originally posted this article.

Could you do a real quick rundown of what the blockchain is?

Well, they’re pretty complex, but the basic idea is that blockchains are a way to store data without having to trust any one company or entity to keep things secure and accurate. There are definitely nuances and exceptions there, which you can read about in our blockchain explainer, but when most people say “blockchain,” that’s the kind of tech they’re talking about.

There’s also... a lot of nuance about whether NFT’s are on the blockchain or not, which we’ll dig into in a bit.

Oooh, foreshadowing.

I know, I feel like a real writer.

So do people really think this will be the future of collecting?

I’m sure some people really hope so — like whoever paid almost $390,000 for a 50-second video by Grimes or the person who paid $6.6 million for a video by Beeple. Actually, one of Beeple’s pieces was auctioned at Christie’s, the famou—

Yoink!

Image: Beeple

Sorry, I was busy right-clicking on that Beeple video and downloading the same file the person paid millions of dollars for.

Wow, rude. But yeah, that’s the awkward bit. You can copy a digital file as many times as you want, including the art that’s included with an NFT.

But NFTs are designed to give you something that can’t be copied: ownership of the work (though the artist can still retain the copyright and reproduction rights, just like with physical artwork). To put it in terms of physical art collecting: anyone can buy a Monet print. But only one person can own the original.

No shade to Beeple, but the video isn’t really a Monet.

What do you think of the $3,600 Gucci Ghost? Also, you didn’t let me finish earlier. That image that Beeple was auctioning off at Christie’s ended up selling for $69 million, which, by the way, is $15 million more than Monet’s painting Nymphéas sold for in 2014.

This last sold for $3,600, but the current owner is asking for $16,300.

GIF by Trevor Andrew

Whoever got that Monet can actually appreciate it as a physical object. With digital art, a copy is literally as good as the original.

But the flex of owning an original Beeple...

I think I remember hearing that NFTs are already over. Didn’t the boom go bust? Like for real this time?

Sales have absolutely slumped since their peak, though like with seemingly everything in crypto there’s always somebody declaring it over and done with right before a big spike. Am I predicting that NFTs are about to make a comeback? Absolutely not, but I’m sure there are plenty of folks in NFT-based communities that are sure they’re still on the gravy train.

Oh no you’re about to talk about the apes aren’t you?

Sure am!

If you haven’t heard about the Bored Ape Yacht Club, it’s one of the most successful NFT projects, with apes (which are procedurally generated and have unique characteristics) selling for millions of dollars. The company behind the series of NFTs has created a spin-off cryptocurrency, broken the blockchain for a few hours with how popular one of their sales was, and even acquired other massive NFT brands. And a reminder: this all happened because people really like saying that they own a picture of a Bored Ape.

People like, for instance, Jimmy Fallon and Paris Hilton, who discussed their apes on TV in a clip that went viral for being soooo uncomfortable.

This kind of club isn’t really a new phenomenon — people have long built communities based on things they own, and now it’s happening with NFTs. It could be argued that one of the earliest NFT projects, CryptoPunks, got big thanks to its community.

Related

Bored Ape Yacht Club members want to build an empire, starting with weed

What’s the point of NFTs?

That really depends on whether you’re an artist or a buyer.

I’m an artist.

First off: I’m proud of you. Way to go. You might be interested in NFTs because it gives you a way to sell work that there otherwise might not be much of a market for. If you come up with a really cool digital sticker idea, what are you going to do? Sell it on the iMessage App Store? No way.

Also, some NFT marketplaces have a feature where you can make sure you get paid a percentage every time your NFT is sold or changes hands. That makes sure that if your work gets super popular and balloons in value, you’ll see some of that benefit.

I’m a buyer.

One of the obvious benefits of buying art is it lets you financially support artists you like, and that’s true with NFTs (which are way trendier than, like, Telegram stickers). Buying an NFT also usually gets you some basic usage rights, like being able to post the image online or set it as your profile picture. Plus, of course, there are bragging rights that you own the art, with a blockchain entry to back it up.

No, I meant I’m a collector.

Ah, okay, yes. NFTs can work like any other speculative asset, where you buy it and hope that the value of it goes up one day, so you can sell it for a profit. I feel kind of dirty for talking about that, though.

So every NFT is unique?

In the boring, technical sense that every NFT is a unique token on the blockchain. But while it could be like a van Gogh, where there’s only one definitive actual version, it could also be like a trading card, where there’s 50 or hundreds of numbered copies of the same artwork.

Who would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for what basically amounts to a trading card?

Well, that’s part of what makes NFTs so messy. Some people treat them like they’re the future of fine art collecting (read: as a playground for the mega-rich), and some people treat them like Pokémon cards (where they’re accessible to normal people but also a playground for the mega-rich). Speaking of Pokémon cards, Logan Paul sold some NFTs relating to a million-dollar box of the—

Please stop. I hate where this is going.

You’ve activated my trap card (which sold for $17,000).

Image by Logan Paul

Yeah, he sold NFT video clips, which are just clips from a video you can watch on YouTube anytime you want, for up to $20,000. He also sold NFTs of a Logan Paul Pokémon card.

Who paid $20,000 for a video clip of Logan Paul?!

A fool and their money are soon parted, I guess?

It would be hilarious if Logan Paul decided to sell 50 more NFTs of the exact same video.

Linkin Park’s Mike Shinoda (who also sold some NFTs that included a song) actually talked about that. It’s totally a thing someone could do if they were, in his words, “an opportunist crooked jerk.” I’m not saying that Logan Paul is that, just that you should be careful who you buy from.

Are NFTs mainstream now?

It depends on what you mean. If you’re asking if, say, my mom owns one, the answer is no.

The response from my mom when I asked her about owning NFTs.

But we have seen big brands and celebrities like Marvel and Wayne Gretzky launch their own NFTs, which seem to be aimed at more traditional collectors, rather than crypto-enthusiasts. While I don’t think I’d call NFTs “mainstream” in the way that smartphones are mainstream, or Star Wars is mainstream, they do seem to have, at least to some extent, shown some staying power even outside of the cryptosphere.

But what do The Youth think of them?

Ah yes, excellent question. We here at The Verge have an interest in what the next generation is doing, and it certainly does seem like some of them have been experimenting with NFTs. An 18 year-old who goes by the name FEWOCiOUS says that his NFT drops have netted over $17 million — though obviously most haven’t had the same success. The New York Times talked to a few teens in the NFC space, and some said they used NFTs as a way to get used to working on a project with a team, or to just earn some spending money.

Okay, but what does Keanu Reeves think of NFTs?

He doesn’t seem impressed.

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That moment would make a great NFT.

Someone thought that too, and minted that clip as an NFT. It wasn’t us though! Rampant copyright infringement is an ongoing problem in the space. One of the post popular NFT trading sites estimated that over 80 percent of the artwork minted using its free tool were “plagiarized works, fake collections, and spam.” Which is, you know, not a great look?

Related

The counterfeit NFT problem is only getting worse

Can I buy this article as an NFT?

No, but technically anything digital could be sold as an NFT (including articles from Quartz and The New York Times, provided you have anywhere from $1,800 to $560,000). deadmau5 has sold digital animated stickers. William Shatner has sold Shatner-themed trading cards (one of which was apparently an X-ray of his teeth).

This one I like. Maybe not for $700, but...

Image by deadmau5 and Mad Dog Jones

Gross. Actually, could I buy someone’s teeth as an NFT?

There have been some attempts at connecting NFTs to real-world objects, often as a sort of verification method. Nike has patented a method to verify sneakers’ authenticity using an NFT system, which it calls CryptoKicks. But so far, I haven’t found any teeth, no. I’m scared to look.

Look? Where?

There are several marketplaces that have popped up around NFTs, which allow people to buy and sell. These include OpenSea, Rarible, and Grimes’ choice, Nifty Gateway, but there are plenty of others.

I’ve heard there were kittens involved. Tell me about the kittens.

NFTs really became technically possible when the Ethereum blockchain added support for them as part of a new standard. Of course, one of the first uses was a game called CryptoKitties that allowed users to trade and sell virtual kittens. Thank you, internet.

I love kittens.

Not as much as the person who paid over $170,000 for one.

My face when I’m worth $170K.

Image: Cryptokitties.co

Arrrrrggggg!

Same. At one point I thought that the kittens would be used in games in a somewhat interesting ways. That glimmer of hope has been decimated by the fact that almost every salesperson in the NFT space promises that their tokens will be part of a game or metaverse.

When real game developers like Ubisoft and the studio behind STALKER have said they’d integrate NFTs into their games... people reacted VERY negatively. The companies have either had to scrap their plans entirely or severely tone down the amount of blockchain stuff in their games.

Of course, there have been a few fun experiments in the NFT space (though I’ll admit that at least one of them was poking fun at the concept of NFTs), but... listen, one of the most successful NFT-based games is kind of a weird version of feudalism, and also got mega-hacked. So there’s that.

At least it’s not digital pet rocks... right?

In fact, there are people who spent tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars on NFT pet rocks (the website for which says that the rocks serve no purpose other than being tradable and limited).

ROCK THREAD: Why I spent $46,300/15 ETH for a PNG file of a grey pet rock and why I think it could end up being one of the best investments I make since getting into crypto. A thread (continued) #EtherRock #EtherRocks pic.twitter.com/kkkUVGFKh7

— z (@degenharambe) August 7, 2021

Can I cry on your shoulder?

Only if I can cry on yours.

Could I pull off a museum heist to steal NFTs?

This image is not an NFT. Yet.

Image: Wallace and Gromit: The Wrong Trousers

That depends. Part of the allure of blockchain is that it stores a record of each time a transaction takes place, making it harder to steal and flip than, say, a painting hanging in a museum.

Or at least that’s the theory. In reality, many, many people have gotten their NFTs stolen by attackers using a variety of tactics. To be clear, hackers aren’t always playing 5D chess here. For the ever complicated hack of the programs that control the flow of crypto, there’s a case where someone was tricked into signing a transaction they shouldn’t have through run-of-the-mill phishing.

Related

OpenSea’s official Discord compromised in a phishing attack that stole at least $18k worth of NFTs

Note: Please don’t steal.

Should I be worried about digital art being around in 500 years?

Probably. Bit rot is a real thing: image quality deteriorates, file formats can’t be opened anymore, websites go down, people forget the password to their wallets. But physical art in museums is also shockingly fragile.

But wait, doesn’t the fact that they’re on the blockchain make them permanent?

Okay, so this is a whole thing. Technically, yes: when you say NFT you’re referring to an entry on the blockchain. However, the actual media, like the picture, GIF, or flagrant flaunting of copyright law is very rarely actually stored on the blockchain — it’d be too expensive to do that.

Sometimes the media the NFT points to is stored on a cloud service, which isn’t exactly decentralized. Since this has come up as an issue, with people worried that their NFT proving they watched the Lions lose could go poof if one company goes under or changes their URL scheme, many in the NFT space have been turning to decentralized storage solutions like the InterPlanetary File System that use torrent-like technology. It’s not bulletproof, but it’s better than having your million-dollar JPG stored on Google Photos.

Torrent-like? So people are pirating NFTs?

No... Well, kinda, but hold that thought. The idea behind IPFS is that files are stored on a peer-to-peer network, meaning they could be stored on several computers at once. Files are given an identifier, and when a computer goes to load the file it asks the IPFS network to give it the file with that ID. Any of the computers storing it can say, “Oh, here it is!”

When you make an NFT, the content link is baked into the token. If that link goes to IPFS, it’ll be pointing to something that’s more permanent than, say, an image on a regular server.

In theory, anyways. Of course, distributed does not equal perfect. Experts have warned that files could still end up on a single computer, and could be lost in the case of a hard drive crash.

Related

Your million-dollar NFT can break tomorrow if you’re not careful

Okay, so what’s that you said about pirating?

So someone created this site called The NFT Bay as a sort of art project, where they put up a torrent pointing to a 19TB ZIP file, which they said included every NFT on the Ethereum and Solana blockchains. There’s some doubt about whether was actually a treasure trove of NFTs (if such a thing could be referred to as “treasure”), but in theory it’s actually possible to scan the blockchain to find every record of an NFT being minted, and download the media it links to.

Real or not, it was an incredible piece of performance art, sparking a conversation (okay, closer to a flame war) about the right-clicker mindset.

Sorry, what on Earth is a right-clicker mindset?

Ah, sorry. “Right clicker” is sort of a joking derisive term used by NFT boosters to deride people who just don’t get it. The thought is that you’re completely missing the point if you think that just downloading (or pirating) a JPEG will actually get you the valuable part of an NFT.

Go ahead, make yourself a gold-coated steak at home. Post a picture of it on Instagram. See how much clout it gets you. Salt Bae's dish costs 1500GBP because people want to pay 1500GBP to show off that they can afford to pay that much. It's all about the flex.

— m0nt0y4.eth | 9483.eth (@MidwitMilhouse) October 26, 2021

Has anyone ever had their feelings hurt when someone tells them they have a right click mindset? Probably not, but their eyes may get a little sore from rolling so hard.

Related

The counterfeit NFT problem is only getting worse

I want to maximize my blockchain use. Can I buy NFTs with cryptocurrencies?

Yes. Probably. A lot of the marketplaces accept Ethereum. But technically, anyone can sell an NFT, and they could ask for whatever currency they want.

Will trading my Logan Paul NFTs contribute to global warming and melt Greenland?

It’s definitely something to look out for. Since NFTs use the same blockchain technology as some energy-hungry cryptocurrencies, they also end up using a lot of electricity. There are people working on mitigating this issue, but so far, most NFTs are still tied to cryptocurrencies that generate a lot of greenhouse gas emissions. There have been a few cases where artists have decided to not sell NFTs or to cancel future drops after hearing about the effects they could have on climate change. Thankfully, one of my colleagues has really dug into it, so you can read this piece to get a fuller picture.

The NFT market has grown, As eight-figure auctions have shown. The overall price is A worse climate crisis For art you pretend that you own.

— Limericking (@Limericking) March 15, 2021

Can I build an underground art cave / bunker to store my NFTs?

Well, like cryptocurrencies, NFTs are stored in digital wallets (though it is worth noting that the wallet does specifically have to be NFT-compatible). You could always put the wallet on a computer in an underground bunker, though.

What if I wanted to watch a TV show that’s somehow related to NFTs?

Believe it or not, you have options! Steve Aoki is working on a show based on a character from a previous NFT drop, called Dominion X. The show’s site says that it’ll be an episodic series launched on the blockchain (the first short video is on OpenSea), and there are hundreds of NFTs already associated with the show.

There’s also a show called Stoner Cats (yes, it’s about cats that get high, and yes it stars Mila Kunis, Chris Rock, and Jane Fonda), which uses NFTs as a sort of ticket system. Currently, there’s only one episode available, but a Stoner Cat NFT (which, of course, is called a TOKEn) is required to watch it.

Random question: what’s an NFT party like?

My colleague went to an event linked to NFT.NYC. It sounds like it was a... unique (or should I say non-fungible?) experience.

Are you tired of typing “NFT”?

Yes.

This story was first published March 3rd, 2021. It has been updated to reflect new developments in NFTs.

https://emake.gr/nfts-explained/