#all while it's still snowing

[pastafossa]

Don't look at me, you wanted to go for a walk. 🤷‍♀️

#not me and every other dog parent outside giving each other looks of solidarity #sometimes you have nicely shoveled paths #and sometimes a foot of snow on the sidewalk #all while it's still snowing #thems the breaks pupper

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know #im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie #or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them #snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow! #but then shes gone…. for a while…… #and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book #that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #lucy gray baird #not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration #but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause #like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not. #snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time #he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets #and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets #he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved #but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall #he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

[mishapen-dear]

I think we overlooked the fucked up polycule dynamic potential of team bolas x the dog that hunts them

they gave him a house. he paid rent. he hunted them, picked them off one by one, but when they sought to hunt him he ran. the tormented and the tormented. the hunters and the hunter. them huddling around a fire, burning themselves as he lurks in the dark to devour any that stray too far from the light. when they gather their rocks and throw them as one he flees, tail between his legs as he hunts for his own safety

is there not familiarity in that? is there not love in the violence? let me kill you, i will return your greatest treasure. let me kill you, you’ve already destroyed me and mine. there is loneliness to the dark and hate in the bloodshed. what is hate if not the other side of love. what if obsession if not love driven too far. all of them bathed in the blood of the others, baptized by sin after sin after sin. mothers carry their litters in their mouths- when do the teeth at your throat start to feel gentle? bad once said about cellbit, “it was like throwing a ball, and saying fetch.” that went wrong for him. cellbit once said about bad, “you’ve gone soft.” that went wrong for him, too.

do you remember the slime kills? slime was bad’s first blood, his first taste of oncoming violence. bad was slime’s last kill, an end to the desperation that was sparked with the first base raid. do you remember that first day? bad on the water, slime on the shore, calling him in like a siren. ‘look at me, look how killable i am’ says the bait, desperately trying to build a trap even as the prey fears the untied-noose wrapping around its throat. do you remember the tension? do you remember how the sun punished them both?

‘look at me, look how killable i am,’ says the poisoned frog to the wolf. the bird to the dog. do you remember the kindness? the killing and the killing and the killing, and the laughter. the killing the killing the killing, and the earnest offer to help? remember how jaiden fed herself to the dog. remember how the dog listened. ‘where is your stuff? i’ll take you to your body.’ thousands of blocks away. then more blood, no screaming, just laughter.

do you see? do you see? they built him a dog house, and he paid them rent. hunters snd hunters. he killed them to bring back their children and he failed and they brought back his instead. how can he ever repay that? their blood coats him. his blood coats them. all of them animals. all of them desperate. remember the familiarity of teeth and the taste of your own death. when its all said and done what will they miss the most- being the hunters? or being the hunted?

and then they all make out and take turns getting beaten to death by jaiden. shes part of the group murder but not the romance of death. instead she gets to go to the club (the Spawn Rave)

#qsmp shipping #i didnt get enough sleep and thus im excused from all the things i say today #roier obsessed with killing bad and bad not even knowinf #philza in despair despite the dog running at just the sight of him #baghera spared. Just for a moment #i got tired so i didnt include those but i think we can all get weirder about whatever the fuck is up with these dynamics #while writing this i did forget i was trying to ship them but whats gayer than blood #too many of my post have been tagged analysis lately lets get sillayy #something something cold dog something something warm fire #something something defanged but still gnawing. something something sitting together in a snow storm just to avoid freezing to death

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Yennefer of Vengerberg's purple cloak in The Witcher 3x01

#the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher season 3 #witcheredit #perioddramaedit #periodcostume #anya chalotra #still amazed that this show manages to give them purple contacts #while house of the dragon cant #very beautiful with all the snow

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

Jon becoming KiTN in Winds (specifically) would actually be bad as far as themes go

#hot take of the day y’all 🌚 #idk if I’ll write about this more in depth one day but…… #jon is going through a traditional hero’s journey - perhaps almost very literally #he is currently at the lowest point of the journey which is where the hero faces his toughest mental and maybe physical battles #winds will be his innermost cave (like a gaze into the abyss) + ordeal step which have to happen before his reward (apotheosis and boon) #so unless grrm wants to paint him becoming kitn as his lowest point thematically which could mean jon knowingly usurps his siblings #-because let’s face it him being robb’s heir while valid still comes with A LOT of issues- #there’s just no way his ascension to the northern throne could thematically be good for anyone but most of all him #I tend to think that jon will be tempted -this will be his gazing into the abyss part instead of the usually accepted theory #that he just doesn’t do anything at all for the whole book- and that is what will create the most believable narrative tension in his arc #but he won’t go through with it and will ultimately choose to sacrifice himself AGAIN #pulling back from the abyss before it’s too late #so yeah his kitn prospects for winds don’t look very good….sorry to say guys :( #but if we talk about king of WINTER…that’s a different matter yes? 😀 #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #preparing to be excommunicated from the fandom in 3 2 1…

[robertsbarbie]

the more i read of this book the more is cements in my mind that this was never meant to be a snow apologist book people just don’t have any reading comprehension anymore

#like i’ve read apologist prequels and stories before this is NOT one of them #which is also kinda fascinating #idk protagonist does not mean likeable or the hero and i think by suzanne collins making snow the protagonist in this people are conflating #the two like nope he’s still a terrible person who’s framed to have nuance in the hunger games books #but really lacks depth on all levels and is further exposed in this (like lacks depth as a person not a character) #and like i remember when this book came out and people were so mad that it was an apologist narrative but it’s really not #and while i haven’t watched the movie so much of his terrible ness is internal monologue so that translation to screen can get lost especia #if it’s a hot actor but like it’s literally a story on why he’s like that tm and why the games are like that tm #it’s explanational not justificational and it’s so easy to see 😭😭 #eris: text #anyway #eris: reading

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Today is Jacob's day here, apparently.

But my Gods, I am so happy I haven't forgotten how to draw him.😭😭😭😭🥀

#Nemo sketches #Jacob Frye #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #my art #seriously #it has been quite a while since I drew him from scratch #and with all the block I have going on I wasn't sure I would be able to pull this off #and I managed to draw not one but two portraits of Jacob in one afternoon??? #tomorrow there will be snow #I still won't share the other portrait I did #but this one I thought was ok to share here on tumblr #love of my life #sun of my day

[ozymandiasdirge]

sometimes i get obsessed with thinking about law turning rocinante’s death into an act of martyrdom. into “he died to take down doflamingo, he died to protect the will of d., he died knowing i would finish it for him. he died trying to be good. he died a saint for a righteous cause and what kind of ungrateful monster would i be if i didn’t take revenge for him.”

because otherwise he has to face the truth that rocinante did not care about any of that when he was dying, he died so that law could be free. but then thinking that it was all for him would mean putting more guilt on his shoulders than he already does, so he has to reframe it as something else so he can keep going at all.

#one piece #sorry sometimes i just think about #those three days after minion island where law was walking through the snow and just #couldnt stop crying but he knew he had to keep running and also was still dying of his extremely painful terminal illness #and having to operate on himself alone in a cave while hours??? minutes??? away from dying of that disease #while trying to use powers he didn’t understand #at thirteen years old. ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼ending it all

[scatterpatter]

More of a lightweight than I thought because I got very drunk last night and drew this and sent this to my coworker so like

y e a h

look at him

bonus:

"edvidernce" "shnaped" "sgnaped"

#i... cant type while drunk or tired #i cant type period but still #my art #doodles #cutman #cut man #i need to go fix the tags on all my megaman related posts since i use 'cut man' more than 'cutman' #not today tho its SNOWING

[diningpageantry]

*eyes shooting awake like a sleeper agent* ebb and nico were actually identical twins and ebb was transfem

#first time carry on posting in a while but this just hit me #i haven't done a reread in a hot second but iirc nico was described as looking like boy-ebb..... #rainbow if ur out there and can hear me can i have this one please #anyway. semi-regular reminder that this was a carry on blog for a few years lmao #i feel like i should tag this properly so i will #carry on series #simon snow series #carry on #ebeneza petty #nicodemus petty #im still an ebb lover after all these years and think about her often.... i remember i once halfheartedly started plotting a longfic abt her #like i wanted to do at least a year in her years at watford and more specifically my ebb/fiona rarepair.... sigh....

[theinkchild]

good morning btw. have a rare snow pikmin i got after the silly storm that hit us here.

i miss having close to 420 followers. come back, even if u are a bot. i miss the funny number :(

im still active for a good while. my comic stuff is scheduled super in advanced. im also a semi active streamer (that streams nowadays routinely juuust to keep my sanity in check..)

#blog is still a mess but im prioritizing stuff irl while i balamce it all out #all itll take is one day dedicated to fixing nearly everything to keep my satisfied #pikmin bloom #white pikmin #snow pikmin #just a small update

[daddyplasmius]

hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

-

When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

-

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

-

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

-

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:? #yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

[sysig]

Can’t deny, that is definitely a Princess (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #The Captain #DAX #ZEX #Obviously ZEX had to be the Princess! Come on now! Lol #Why was DAX so ready to let the Captain in? Wouldn't that just encourage ZEX? I mean first of all what else is ZEX up to lol #Very Snow White/Rapunzel banished/exiled/captured princess vibes haha #Poor ZEX he'd love to go out but he's in royal time out! You'd think there'd be more monitoring on Princes coming to rescue him hehe #Anyway point is most Princes back out of rescuing him for some reason hm ♪ DAX is just letting it play out haha #The Captain's reactions are encouraging! And then DAX can get back to his peace and quite haha #I do love the one of DAX pressing his head tendrils against the door as he speaks haha - do you suppose they have a kind of hearing to them? #I mean I still think those little pockets on the sides of their heads are VUX ears but I wonder if their tendrils could aid in hearing? #More than just interpretation through body language or touching when in close proximity - more nuanced vibrations maybe? :0 #And even if not all that then just like resting fingertips on the outside of the door while speaking through it hehe <3 It's cute! #Designing ZEX's dress was fun hehe ♪ I went through a couple versions and I'm glad this is the one I settled on :D #Initially the skirt was plain - I'm still not Fully sold on it but I do like the idea of it mimicking those little red marks on VUX forehead #And of course he needs a pretty tiara/tendril jewelry! He has to be the prettiest in case of company! #For some reason the Captain is having second thoughts haha

[martyrbat]

the snow queen

| pt. 1 | next

(ID below cut)

[ID: Part one of a short story featuring Batman. The first image is the cover, announcing the title as 'The Snow Queen'. There's a snowflake and ice skates behind the text. The rest of the story is narrated like a storybook and will be transcribed (hopefully) as smoothly as possible instead of divided per image:

Once Upon a Crime... there was a man lost in a storm. And another who searched for him. Each step became a burden. Each inch forward, a promise. The Batman would continue for as long as he could hold out. But nature was relentless. And she was winning. Batman has his cape and arms wrapped around himself in a futile attempt to block the merciless elements. He walks away from the Batmobile, the snow coming up to his knees as a harsh wind blows his cape behind him. He continues through the snow, growing weaker and weaker until he collapses.

Until she appeared. A radiant glow of serene grace. A royal lady in white, dressed in soft fur and crowned in crystal. The Snow Queen. The ethereal woman stands before Batman. She offers him her hand as he looks up at her in a silent awe. The narration continues, As she approached, the white surface remained undisturbed. She helped him to her carriage. Where her faithful transport patiently waited to depart. He lets himself be guided to her reindeer led carriage and settles into it, the Snow Queen sitting beside him.

As he trembled, she smiled. Not uncaring, but with kindness. The cold air chilled him. His breathing became more labored. Unable to continue, he exhaled, allowing his breath to escape. Batman's head is slightly downcast as he breathes through his mouth. Each struggling breath is suspended in the air as a long vapor. It trails all the way back to his exposed mouth as The Snow Queen looks ahead with a frown. The narration continues, But swiftly, she retrieved it with a delicate touch. Offering it back to him, warm and in full. Restoring what was, so he could continue. She has her hand extended near him as the transparent cloud now surrounds Batman's mouth. He picks his head up with the gift of life, having the strength to look ahead once more. He looks over his shoulder briefly as his car gets further and further away.

Leaving his vehicle, he could not go back. For she needed him for something else. He soon forgot what he left behind. His only concern... what lay ahead. - 'Where are we going?' he asked. "We are searching," she answered. "For what?" he wondered. And she replied, "A cold hand to hold."

The carriage continues through the bare trees and across the icy tundra. Wolves howl on a cliffside above their heads as the narration continues, Faster they raced, over land and lake, across snow and ice. The cold wind roared, the wolves howled, and the birds screamed above. But the Batman was not afraid."

END ID]

#this is one of my favourites and something i been wanting to share for a while :) hopefully you all enjoy it as much as i do !! #and i hope it's transcribed in a way that's smooth and doesnt take away from the flow of the story :) #i try to id all my posts to be accessible so this made the most sense to me so it could still be accessible and to be able to share it :) #it has 4 parts which ill edit and link to once all are up :) unless ur seeing this from the future. then o hi <3 #it has 4 parts which ill edit and link to once all are up :) unless ur seeing this from the future. then hi <33 #c: batman tales: once upon a crime | the snow queen #crypt's panels #batman #transcrypts

[maddy-ferguson]

something from the book i so wish had been in the tbosas movie is the way snow thinks lucy gray is below him...and the fact that he never grows out of it (which doesn't mean he doesn't like her, he just also kind of despises her and people like her). when i reread the book i had just seen killers of the flower moon and snow and lucy gray's relationship was very reminiscent of ernest and mollie's relationship for me like when king hale asks ernest "can you stand [mollie's] kind?" even though their kind were doing unspeakable things to her kind? snow and lucy gray's relationship is very much like that to me and there's also the power he has over her by literally being responsible for her life and idk i feel like if you only watch the movie you can delude yourself into thinking he's somewhat overcome his prejudice against people from the districts by falling in love with a girl who isn't from the capitol when he never does he thinks they're savages from day 1 to day like 60 and he thinks it on day 55 too

#it's like this racial thing kind of which is why it really reminded me of killers of the flower moon because yeah that's a movie about #white people marrying into native families and killing them and inheriting their money and about leonardo dicaprio's character poising his #wife to do that and blowing up her sister's house. etc #and so i don't care about people being like oh snow's hot because like that's the face of an actor of course people would think that lol #but the takes i see about him and lucy gray's relationship i'm like. huh. #also the possessiveness. i could actually go on for quite a while about the changes in their dynamic that makes it not hit like it did in #the book or like he's still kinda possessive i guess but it's a little aw her ex-boyfriend is the reason why she was a tribute of course he #doesn't like him. when like. he legit thinks of her as belonging to him. in many ways #also the one change that i think shows that their relationship is portrayed differently in significant ways in the movie is the fact that #when he wakes up in the hospital he immediately tells tigris and sejanus that lucy gray saved him when in the book he was literally like NO #ONE CAN EVER KNOW #i was like oh! #and when you change that it's kind of like. what's the point then #there's also something to be said about how he says she's not really from 12 and about how it's unfair she had to live there at all. and #her not really being from 12 is something she says herself but! #also while i was reading the book i was totally reminded of the quote from that guy who made the last of us about how #intense hate is universal and about vengeance #like literally okay coriolanus snow #and like i say: brf slt

[icewindandboringhorror]

If you became super rich and could design your own house, but could only add THREE unnecessary/random/expensive home additions (like how people will have bowling alleys, movie theatres, closets with museums of shoes, car display rooms, spa rooms, wine cellars, etc. in their mansions) - what three would you choose?

#I think I would have: an indoor pool (but like heavily customized with a faux weather system so I could get the feeling of swimming in #rain or fog or snow etc.). a very small arcade consisting only of skee-ball and DDR machines. and an old Library Room with authentic #historical furniture/interior design to store old books/tapestries/study room equipment/whatever other antiques I'd collect. It'd be #like some fully intricate movie set or something that would feel completely like stepping into another world/time. #Though I might would trade out the arcade for a roller skating rink.. i DO love skating.... #And I wouldve put rock climbing gym because I love indoor rock climbing but.. as I understand it they have to change out the rock things #on the walls every once in a while so that you can have new routes and it doesnt get boring. and I'd rather have an activty room thats like #self sustaining and doesnt require me to hire some person to come switch things around once every month. Otherwise I would #totally do that instead. #I'm also personally not counting ''craft'' type stuff like having a pottery room kiln sort of thing because #that doesn't count as 'unnessecary' to me. since stuff like that would not at all be just a hobby I 'happen to #do sometimes for fun' #but would definitely be a career sort of thing. Like if I had the money for a fully stocked sculpture room and and a sewing room #with a good machine and etc. then I would literally be professionally selling pottery and designing clothing and etc. #so I wouldn't count it as 'just a random side room I dont need' etc. #The same way that if I played tennis professionally or as a very intense hobby that takes up most of my life/time #then I wouldn't count having a tennis court in your house to practice in as 'unncesscarry' etc. #wow that is the worst I have ever spelt that word ghbjh #Un Cess Carry #ALSO would obviously have an underground bunker of some sort with food and emergency supplies which also does not count as unnecessary to m #since it's literally like... survival.. And I thought most health organizations literally reccomend that even #the common person has a small 'go bag' prepared in their house. and like an evacuation plan in case of fire or other things #It WOULD be an unnecessary rich person thing to have a full on undergRound village or something stocked with 9000 guns and #whaetever. but I think just a basic emergency room with basic supplies could still be counted under the 'not unnecessary' requirement. #Like I would say that a sprawling courtyard of flower gardens and fountains and hedge mazes that takes up like a hundred thousand #dollars a year in maintenance would count as one of the three 'unnecessary and expensive' things. But having a small garden in the #back yard with a few planters in a little greenhouse or whatever would not. The 'excessiveness' of the thing matters lol #ANYWAY!!! #Just curious what other peoples Three Main things would be... hrrmm