#and the english was terrible it was clear that they didnt know how to read Shakespearean english which is fine

[vaniliens]

Oh fuck me, that hamlet script is sooooooo shitty.

#nillas #vanili powder #IM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE ORIGINAL HAMLET SCRIPT #THE ORIGINAL HAMLET SCRIPT IS MWAH ROSES ALL AROUND BEAUTIFUL #its just the script im working on. They just included references to the more famous / well known parts #WITHOUT THE CONTEXT #DO YOU REALLY THINK #''TO BE OR NOT TO BE'' IS ENOUGH BY ITSELF #YOU'RE GONNA CUT THE MONOLOGUE BUT LEAVE JUST THAT PART IN WHY DO YOU THINK ITS FAMOUS HUH #and the english was terrible it was clear that they didnt know how to read Shakespearean english which is fine #but at that point im struggling to find why they'd still try to keep the?? ''Ye Olde En'lish'' as part of the language??? #Especially when the narration is in INDONESIAN??? #what are they doin #this is the 2nd time i have to fix a really bad script btw #english club leader I will hunt you down for your SHIT!! English!!! And storytelling!!! While acting like you're the golden standard as #an english speaker!!!! im going to fucking BITE someone if this happens a 3rd time #hamlet posting

[facioleeknow]

Hi! Idk know how that works but i have a request for a fanfic! Or just an ideia :D

I wanted to read an story were you were a university student whos major is in photograph or something like that and lee minho is a dancer. You were a very shy student and yoir photos didn't have movement sooo your teacher assigned you to do a project with a dancer (Lee know) to help you develop your technique. The teacher also wanted that lee know helped you be a little less shy.

He helped you take photos of yourself and be more confident with who you are.

I was thinking that for a while but i didnt know how to write that

(English is not my first language, so i am sorry for any mistake)

Hi, sorry for the delay, I hope you like it, and your English was perfect, don't worry about it!

Art is movement • Lee Minho

Tw: none I think, let me know if I should add something, not proofread as always

“All right class, don't forget about your project with the dance majors. I chose personally the pairings and they cannot be changed or switched in any circumstances,” announced your professor, she looked unenthusiastic as always as she let her eyes roam the classroom.

Your fellow students started muttering, annoyed at her behavior. Everybody wanted to choose their friend, but you didn't mind as you didn't have many friends so you stayed silent and looked around you.

The professor regained silence after a sharp ‘shh’ and a look of pure rage. Each student stood up from their seat and made their way to the board to take down the name of the student theyr were supposed to pair up with and the practice room aside to them.

When it was your turn, you took a deep breath and with a shaky finger tried to search through the miriad of names.

Y/N L/N - Lee Minho room 0325

Lee Minho. You knew virtually nothing about him. You knew he was friends with a very very popular guy on campus, a music major called Chris, you knew he was really passionate about dancing and you knew from your roommate that he was rather cold with strangers. That was it. That was your knowledge of Lee Minho.

God please don't let this be too awkward, you thought.

Room 0325. You were stuck, your feet felt glued to the ground and your breath heavy. Your nails sunk into your palm, the sting shocking you back into reality. A shuddering breath escaped your lips.

The room inside was simple, it had wooden floors and mirrors covered one side of the walls. A very handsome young man was stretching, he had on a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, a cap covered part of his face.

How can he look like a model while dresses like that, you thought subconsciously smoothing the fabric of your skirt. 

The moment you stepped into the room his eyes fixed on you. He was intimidating. Hot.

“Are you Lee Minho? I am Y/N L/N, we are supposed to do a project together,” you felt your face get hot and your heart skip a beat.

“You are the photography major?” 

“Yes,” his eyes on you made you feel way too hot, your skin tingly.

She's cute, Minho thought as he felt his ears get warm.

“Do you have anything in mind?”

Your eyes went wide at his bluntness, you didn't expect him to get straight to business, most people liked to exchange small talk.

“Yes,” you blurted out too fast, “ I would like to get some shots of you while you dance.”

“No.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise.

No?

“I don't like to be on camera,” he quickly explained seeing your baffled look in the mirror.

“You should dance,” he added.

Your eyes, wide open from before, now threatened to almost pop out of your head.

“I will teach you,” Minho quickly replied.

And teach you he did, or at least he tried to teach you. He was a great teacher, everything he said was clear and he knew exactly how to break down the steps to make the simple even for the absolute beginners, but you were embarrassingly bad at dancing and everything that included moving to some kind of rhythm.

You looked through the pictures, they were terrible, well the subject was. Too stiff, too awkward. Tears started to fill up your eyes.

This is a disaster.

Minho looked at you from a distance, he could see the tears glisten in your eyes.

“What if we danced together?” 

“You said you didn't want to be on camera,” you blinked trying to suppress the tears.

“You could blur our face with some cool effect,” he mumbled with his cheeks pink.

Minho took you in his arms and started dancing. Your bodies gracefully swayed to the rhythm, you waltzed around the room with ease. You feel light and happy. Minho’s cheeks were brighter than ever and your heart was beating furiously. You could get used to this.

The line to your professor’s desk kept moving and moving, the pictures held tightly in your hands. Minho was at your right, he looked at you with little stars in his eyes.

“The pictures are beautiful,” he simply said. Those four words did wonders for your confidence and you straightened your back.

“Miss Y/N, your project please.” 

Your newfound confidence was quickly destroyed by your professor that was looking at you with an annoyed and tired expression. You handed her the pictures. Her eyes carefully examined everyone of the portraits.

“Good work.”

#kpop #reader insert #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee know #lee know imagine #lee minho x reader #lee minho #lee minho imagine #lee know fluff #request #stray kids imagines #stray kids reader insert

[sylwanin-was-right]

AWOW: My First Impressions (several spoilers)

Just got out the theatre. i watched an 11AM showing so it wouldnt be a terribly full crowd and so I could engage in fandom for the rest of the day. And yea....I'm going to be very honest:

There were many things I loved: I loved the callbacks to the forest fauna in the begining; the visuals immesnely improved and so did the Mo-cap. I loved the potential the characters had, and was suprisingly satified with the way some of the characters retured (particularly Quaritch) and how some things were explained (like the Na'vi to English transitioning, and Pakayan's outcast status). I loved seeing Neytiri's rage and stradegy involving Spider, it was interesting to see Spider's identity crisis at the end, and Tuk and Kiri are my faves. The Tulkun being people is rich and lovely, the Metkayina's village was so well inspired and looked so real, and I really like how Eywah is basically an established character. Im very happy the Omaticaya were not ordered to leave the forest and Jake was resigned as Olo'eyktan. The messages about the cruelty of capitalist ventures and environmental destruction were very visceral and clear, and the themes of colonization clear as well.

And there were many more things I did care for or like at all: the story was frustrating and pacing far to straight forward until the few twists at the very end. It was very disappointing to me. The character development was so flat; just when a scene started between character interactions, it felt like it was cut short abruptly to asvance the plot. The dialouge was not subtle and a bit wooden when someone wasnt distraught in anguish or excited with glee. And the spiritual aspects of the film were so, so, so underserved to me. The parallels between the first and second films were ok but in the begining they were too obviously the same, at least in pacing. And I'm gonna get a lot of backlash for this, but I really did not like Lo'ak, Neytiri and Kiri's characters having so few lines and many points of needing to be saved despite their importance and power was frustrating, and Tuk following along so many missions was just.... like cmon. The descison to make Neytiri and Ronal clash upon arrival was bizzare and the bickering between the Omatikaya and Metkayina kids felt overextended, particularly Aonung's cruelty to Lo'ak and just the general duration of their childish interactions. Tsireya's character felt serverely underserved, too. I could go on, but thats for other posts lol.

I would definitely recommend any Avatar fan to see the movie since its still the spectacle of the year, and Pandora has been a bit more fleshed out more in a new location (we know of the Metkayina as a general ethnicity of multiple villages and cultures across hundres of islands rather than one big or small homogenous clan, for instance). But I'm gonna be honest, I never really expected this film to be much other than a spectacle despite my curiosities and anticipation, and to me it was primarily just that. The negative reviews I read didnt really affect my opinions and I could diagree with parts I read, so I dont think its was bias there.

I still love the Avatar universe, but I can say that the 13 year wait for me was a bit anticlimactic. The others are coming, and I can only hope they improve exponentially in more ways than just visual sensation.

#oel.mine #avatar 2 #avatar 2 spoilers #avatar spoilers #avatar film #james cameron avatar #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water

[ethien]

The thing about the remake of P3

I had a night and a workday to collect my thoughts about the entire remake announcement, and further information about it.

It will be long, so I will cut here.

Let us start with the thing everyone is somehow a bit...disappointed. 

In an Interview with IGN, it got cleared out we’re getting a Remake of the pure Persona 3, without FES, without portable content. So, no Femc, no the answer. No chance of me dating an Akihiko made in Unreal Engine. 

Well, someone already cleared out while looking at the shared screenshots they are things from FES or portable, like commanding every from the party, which will be there. 

And if I am honest, when I read the interview, some phrases sound like “We cannot share more at this moment”

It is so far frustrating we still had to wait for further information from atlus regarding the topic around the additional content. Will there be more Remakes of P3 like Royal for P5, Golden for P4? Do we get payable DLC? Will there every be the chance for the additional content to enjoy?

Which leads to a general question: What makes a Remake something worthy called it “Remake”?

Excatly telling the origin story, polishing the graphics to the actual standard, creating the definitive edition of a collection of games? 

There a plenty games out there who got the title Remake, yet Fans argue with a wide range of argument that they didnt deserve it. 

I am myself a bit conflicted. Yeah, I had hoped for Femc not only bc of dating Aki, but also of how they managed the Social Links, and the slightly different point of view. The End of the regular P3 was heartbreaking, yet I couldnt believe some characters reactions bc...bro, we never could hangout, we just talk. While I believe they all got close, It was hard so get the full character. And then, there was the Femc Route where we got everyone from the Team to know better. Dating someone in the game and then parting at the end was heartbreaking in Femc route. 

Yet, I can understand the turn to show the first pure intention how P3 was at first before it got additional content. 

I am looking forward to play it. They put the actual standard into it which felt more like freedom like the visual novel shit I had in portable. Even when I am thankful to get the p3 experience with portable bc I never had a ps2, it sometimes cut out a lot of impression from music, atmosphere etc.The modern look is smooth, it is visually impressive. 

Yet the sour taste of there is missing something, and we dont know if we get it...it will be staying.

Another point where a lot are frustrated are the new english cast. 

Dont get me wrong, I am always a fan of “a person should be the character forever”. 

Yet, voice acting business is a complicated matter. We dont know about the contracts, the schedules, the fees they arranged, they would get, they want and what they deserved. If it was intended or they had to take the move. We just dont know until we get info. If we get Info about it.

I must say, I am looking forward to the new cast. Some voices are pretty known in the anime business, or in other famous games. Like the new voice for Akihiko. I know the voice from FE 3H, and from FF7R. The characters are way different in their tune, and I had to concentrate to clearly hear out the voice. What is a good thing if the VA can dance with his voice (Just like Robbie, the Voice of Akechi in P5...or Prompto in FF15). And I just listened to his Peaches cover of insta. I can cleary see him giving us “I’ve been waiting for this!” as good as his OG-VA (which voiced btw Grimoire Weiss in Nier Replicant, good game, you should play, it will tear you emotional apart xD)

All in all, it is still annoying we had to wait for Atlus...again. I cannot see what they had in their minds. They make amazing games, but make also terrible decision reagrding games. 

As a dumbass of a Fan for their games, I will buy everything. I am dumb enough. Like, had I mention how many versions of P5 I own? Too much xD 

But it would be a pretty dickmove of atlus releasing every additional as a new remake game. I am fine with DLC, even when there is the question why it is DLC when it could be in the game? 

I am happy it got a new shell. It fucking deserved it. 

I guess a final view can be made if I have all the info, and of course, played the game.

Or Fans are going riot and Atlus is doing something. Thats is always a possible outcame, and in my opinion, let it burn °^° xD

Lets see what we get in the next months until it got released,

#ethien #gaming opinion #persona 3 #persona 3 reload #remake

[misterbitches]

was v miserable so i rewatched blih

the consensus is that his ex bf is an abuser right even tho the little prince goes a bit diff and i don't love the interpretation (as of rn) as they see fit.

who is the prince or fox? the rose is the narcissistic one who preys off the prince—in the end the prince apologizes just like st exupery to his real wife essentially saying "i just have realized the pain you caused me was part of your way of loving. i should have spent more time appreciating it" idr if i read if st. exupery got back together w/ his wife who was apparently emotionally terrible but he loved her fiercely. for the prince he was willing to go back to justify the "different" love

which is why "the fox and the rose just showed love differently" i really like st. exupery's thoughts and style of writing in french and english and he had a really tranquil mind (and anti-nazism!!! shocking bc france esp at that time) i feel and while TLP is a critique of like growing up too fast, stifling the minds of kids, love, life, mortality. like a kid who goes to make the same mistakes. even if b612 fails to exist he had to go back and find the rose even though that could have made him well...die

we'll see how it goes but i think it would be sad to see his actions justified in any way which i dnt think they will. it's weird, the idea of the rose fills me with a lot more dread as i grow up knowing the relationship with my parents was that codependency and entrapment, that i didnt understand their love, and emotionally immature, non empathetic, toxic people will drain that out of you even with the nicest of intent.

it makes me sad that they (prince, exupery) viewed it that way although the narrator—perhaps the author in a literal sense—seems to know that he's heading first into danger. he's in awe but confused why someone would sacrifice like that esp when they know it will fail

the really beautiful ending about mortality or w/e doesnt have anything to do with this but mostly like a child, like me, you keep going back trying to win their love. it doesnt feel good, something is off, and you know it's wrong and maybe you're going to tell them. they can't leave you they'll love you. you need them.

ANYWAYS it's a v specific parallel but i dont think the prince, exupery, and certainly not jin yu zhen think staying/leaving discredits the love they had but you realize that something isn't right

also i have 1 complaint abt the show well 2 but these are nitpicks but f-r-ankly i think the alienation from the nickel allergy is a bit....i kinda wish they researchedit more../bc i did...and it doesnt work that way thru food lmao like ur body has a systemic reaction via the food which encourages a literal reaction or buildup over time...but....not immediately... 2nd complaint: THE FUCKING SOUND AND EDITING OF THE SOUND. AND EDITING SOMETIMSE TOO. CLEAN UP THE FUCKING SOUND, FADE THAT SHIT, AND MAKE YOUR EDIT TIGHTER SO WE DONT' HAVE TO SEE SOMEONE DOING THE SAME THING TWICE BC OF ANOTHER TAKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

this has been bugging the fuck out of me there arent many glaring mistakes and i'm fine with certain things i wish had more weight to them IE insecurity via allergy instead of something a bit more substantial or indicative of someone shaming him and making other ppl make fun of bc ya know...abuse but anyways look.

it's clear their editors are fine. but i cannot believe you would allow yourself to not pay attention enough that EYE CAN HEAR THE AUDIO CUTS WITHOUT MY EARPHONES ON. how do you not put a fade in between that? even if it doesn't work you cannot do that it takes you out of the fucking scene

and i'm sorry the action doesnt work if your'e repeatedly not cutting at the right point. these consistent issues show me there's a rush job and people are not fully checking these cuts or are like "LOL NO TIME" for the most part everything else is fine other than some unmotivated techniques but i love it tbh (like a zoom out is a fav even tho they didnt need to do that in the show where yu zhen and shi lei meet up in teh street and t zooms out why did they do that? who knows but i liked it. didnt fit tho)

#be loved in house #be loved in house 2021 #be loved in house: i do

[thechangeling]

Be wise enough to wonder. Be brave and let it go.

Mark had no idea what time it was when he was woken up by the sound of his daughter crying. He heard an exhausted groan beside him as Cristina moved to pull herself up. Mark put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"No it's alright," he whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. "I'll go."

Two months ago Cristina had given birth to their first daughter. Her name was Gianna She was the biological product of Kieran and Cristina with her pointy ears and blue hair that changed with her moods, and Tina's chestnut coloured eyes and copper skin. But the trio fully considered her to be theirs. Blood was unimportant.

Mark was half asleep as he stumbled his way down to the room they had set up Gianna's crib in. He missed Kieran and he knew Cristina did as well. Kier was currently stuck in Faerie with his royal responsibilities. Cristina and Mark were visiting the LA institute to help with a recent uptake in demon activity around the area. It was amazing to see his siblings again (minus Ty, he was in Devon visiting Kit since the two of them were now dating long distance.) However he knew it was strange for Gigi to be sleeping in an unfamiliar environment.

Hence lots of crying.

Mark heard his daughter's crying getting softer as he came to the doorway. He could also hear another voice, cooing to her, calming her down. As he got closer he could see it was Helen. Mark smiled at the sight of his big sister gently rocking his daughter in her arms.

"Thank you" he whispered, trying not to startle her or wake Gianna. Helen was wearing her sleep clothes, with her hair tied back. There were also very prominent dark circles under her eyes.

"You should get some rest" Mark said as forcefully as he could without raising his voice. "Seriously you look exhausted Len, hand her over and he back to bed." Helen just gave him a stern look. The one that she used to use when he was trying to sneak extra cookies as a kid, or the first time she caught him trying to come home past curfew after being out at a downworlder party that he was way too young for.

The funny thing was that even though Helen had started calling Eleanor "mom" around the age of 8, Mark had never been able to do it. It had absolutely nothing to do with an attachment to his birth mother. He barely remembered her. Maybe it was because he had always had someone looking out for him since day one, and that person wasn't Nerissa or Eleanor.

And it certainly wasn't his father.

I think you're punishing yourself, is what Helen had told him one night. You're punishing yourself for being different, so you won't let yourself get attached.

Helen placed Gigi back in her crib and put her hands on Mark's shoulders. "Sweetheart you are more exhausted then I am" she reprimanded him gently. "You and Cristina both need help and I'm more than happy to do it." Mark put his hand over hers, gripping onto Helen to avoid passing out.

"She has Kieran too remember?" He insisted firmly. "Just because he isn't here right now doesn't mean that he's not her dad too." Helen's eyes widened.

"Oh no! No that wasn't what I was saying at all." She said frantically. Her voice was starting to slur a little like she was drunk. She really needed to go to sleep. "I was just trying to be useful you know? Like I always used to when we were younger."

Mark knew what she was referring to. When the twins were born, in order to help out Eleanor and their dad, Mark and Helen starting taking care of them so their parents could get more sleep. Julian was still very young, only two, so it was up to them as the older siblings to step up.

Livvy was a relatively easy baby. She cried when she was hungry or needed changing, and then she was fine. She was pretty good at sleeping through most of the night as well. Ty on the other hand was not. When he was drinking formula from the bottle he would only ever take a little and then refuse to eat any more. This lead to him always being hungry half an hour later and as a result, not sleeping for very long.

The family would take shifts when looking after the twins to avoid being too exhausted. But there were some nights where Ty would just refuse to sleep and nobody knew why. Eleanor wanted to go to the silent brothers, but thankfully Helen had talked her out of it.

He's just different, she had said. It's fine, we will figure it out.

At a certain point Andrew had just refused to try, and Helen and Mark had to step in. Unfortunately these were bad habits of Ty's that seemed to have carried over into adulthood. But at least now he could get up and feed himself at 2 in the morning.

Mark shook himself out of his stupor. "No it's ok. I'm sorry. I just worry about you Len" he murmured. Helen shot him a tired smile. "And I you, brother" she replied, slipping into a very fae way of speaking. Mark turned to look at his little girl, who was still sleeping. Thank the angel.

Thank the gods, his brain supplied.

It was interesting thinking about the way she would grow up. It would be so different from Mark and Helen. Gianna had access to Unseelie culture through Kieran, as well as the privilege of being raised by a full blooded faerie. She was already being read fae stories (accurate ones) and sung fae lullabies. She would be taught fae languages by Kieran and Cristina mostly, because as Kieran loved to point out, he was terrible with languages. She would also be taught Spanish and English when she was older.

She would be raised as a shadowhunter and as a faerie in a better, more understanding world that he was trying to help build. Mark couldn't help but be a little envious of her.

He turned back to Helen who hadn't left, but had sat down on the floor, bracing her back against the wall. He sat down beside her.

"Hey" he whispered roughly. "Do you ever feel like we were robbed?"

Helen looked up at him slightly dazed. Her Blackthorn blue-green eyes were starting to glaze over. "Huh?" She muttered sleepily. Helen rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat, trying again. "What do you mean exactly?"

Mark sighed as he slowly felt all of the thoughts and feelings he usually tried to keep buried. He really didn't want to deal with them. Because if he delt with them then he would have to acknowledge what happened, and acknowledging it made it real.

Something that Magnus always said was that you had to go through the pain and not around it, because going through it was the only way to get over it.

Mark took a deep breath and looked Helen in the eye. "I mean think about it. From the moment we arrived at this institute, our father always talked about how evil and wicked and manipulative our mother was. And yes, I would argue from the sound of things he was probably right, but I was four years old and she was the only faerie I had ever known. So it seemed as if everyone around was establishing a baseline of, Faeries. Wicked. Manipulative. Cannot be trusted.

Helen shook her head "but that's not-" Mark interrupted her. "I'm sorry but I'm not done." Helen sighed and looked to be fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but she didn't protest. "Ok fine. Go."

Mark continued. "And the thing is we were bombarded with that information all our lives. From our instructors, from our father, from our peers. So eventually I think you and I started to believe it Len! I think we started to think of ourselves as evil, and in order to not be evil we had to distance ourselves from being fae as much as possible." Mark's voice was beginning to shake.

Helen shook her head. "No I don't think it was that so much as we were trying to prove that we were real shadowhunters. Me personally, I didnt want to be considered a downworlder because I'm not, I'm a shadowhunter. " Helen explained, but her voice sounded unsure. "I didnt want to be treated differently."

Mark chuckled humorously. "But don't you see? We are different! That is precisely my point, and everyone made us feel ashamed of that. Remember how you used to braid your hair like a faerie until girls started making fun of you and trying to pull it out? And then you started wearing your hair to cover your ears. Did you honestly expect me to believe that you preferred the style, sister?" Mark was trying to keep his voice lowered but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Helen was silent. There was a pause where neither sibling spoke and then Helen's defeated voice. "I don't want to talk about this Mark." He felt a pang of guilt.

"I know. Forgive me please, it was not my intention to upset you." He spoke elegantly. Helen laughed softly. "You know it's weird how much it comforts me, hearing you talk like that" she said.

Mark smiled sadly at her. "But that's exactly my point Helen. I mean think about it? How much did we give up or refuse to pursue just because we were scared? You know I've been reading far stories to Gianna and some of them are actually really incredible. There are stories about brave female warriors who go on adventures to save beautiful princesses and stories of people who couldn't decide which one if their suitors they liked best, so they just chose them all. They are stories about people like us, written for people like us." Mark could feel himself beginning to cry .

Helen reached over silently and placed her hand on his to comfort him. She looked like she was holding back tears as well.

"Imagine" Mark whispered brokenly, tears running down his cheeks. "Imagine what it would have been like if we read stories like those when we were younger.

Helen closed her eyes, trying to block out tears. "We were trying to keep ourselves safe" she whispered. "It was self preservation."

"It was assimilation" Mark said firmly. "And that really wasn't fair." Helen let out a harsh breath.

"And it didn't even do any good," Mark continued. "They still kicked us out."

Helen laughed in spite of the situation. Then let they weight of the conversation wash over them both, soaking them in despair and self pity.

Helen finally broke the silence.

"You know, she began, Magnus Bane loves to share stories about past shadowhunters in a more accurate way because the Clave's records are usually very white and straight washed, and when Aline and I mentioned potentially adopting a child from abroad, he told us a story about this one shadowhunter Ariadne Bridgestock. Apparently she was a lesbian and in a relationship with Anna Lightwood but she was also originally from India. Her parents adopted her and brought her back to England."

Mark shrugged "So? There's nothing inherently wrong with that." Helen gave him another look.

"Well yeah, but the problem was they didn't let her retain anything from her culture and they didn't give her the opportunity to branch out and learn more. They stripped her of all of that and basically taught her to behave like the typical white British girl." Helen readjusted her position, straightening out her back. "He wanted to make sure that if we ended up with a child who had a different cultural background, we would understand the importance of nurturing that connection" she explained.

Mark nodded "Well yes, but Aline would never do anything like that given how important her culture is to her." Helen was silent for a moment.

"Yeah I know. It's just that I'm not exactly the poster girl for self love and acceptance now am I? She said I'm a self pitying tone.

Mark shook his head. "It's not really the same thing though Len" he reasoned.

"No I know that, but it's similar" she mumbled, tiredness seeping into her tone. "Anyways, that's why I'm so happy Gigi has you and Kieran." Helen finally stood up "Especially you. When she feels like her mom is too much of a shadowhunter to get it, and her dad is too much of a faerie to get it, she has her papa to understand her." Helen said wistfully with a smile.

She extended her hand to Mark and pulled him to his feet. They both stared at Gianna who was moving around slightly in her sleep. "Yeah she will be fine" Helen mused softly. "She's got Cristina to teach her spanish and Kieran to teach her faerie. You can tell her stories about the wild hunt and Cristina can tell her stories about living in Mexico." Helen paused, her expression looking a little sad. "Her life is going to be so different from ours."

Mark felt another pang in his chest as well as the boiling of anger beneath his skin.

"How do we get past this?" He whispered. "How do we deal with this Helen? This anger?"

Helen was silent for a moment. Mark turned to face her and noticed she was shaking slightly. Helen gulped and looked up at him.

"We can't feel sorry for ourselves. That gets us nowhere. We need to confront it and then we need to find away to move past it," she said determinedly. "We need to be brave enough to let it go. We can't change the past but what we can do is try and change the way we approach this now. I know it's hard but we can do it." Helen smiled at him "As long as we have each others backs we can get through this."

Mark nodded. "I know. You're right. I want to keep moving forward. I want to learn more, discover more. I want to figure out who I really am." Mark spoke steadily. "The things that happened when we were younger were horrible," he felt his voice breaking again. "It's painful, but we can't just stay on our knees. We have to move on or it'll consume us."

Mark took Helen into his arms and hugged her tightly. She sniffled lightly, wrapping her arms around him. Mark let out a sigh.

"It's ok," he whispered. "I've got you, you're not alone."

You are not the only.

Be wise enough to wonder, be brave and let it go.

Nothing is everlasting.

Have mercy on my soul.

#tda #the dark artifices #tsc #helen blackthorn #mark blackthorn #kierarktina children #kierarktina #kaitlin'swriting

[commajade]

bts anon here : oh yeah no i dont wanna pretend like they started this whole rebellious youth trend lmao sorry if i gave that impression i just meant that they were doing it while explicitely calling out like big companies and shit i didnt mean they were the only ones doing it or wtv. and yeah when you watch them how they act today and compare it to a few years ago its clear that they feel like shit like. before you could see that they had a real passion for creating music and they really liked what they were doing but now they just look so tired all the time and making music looks more like a chore to them than anything and honestly??? i dont blame them. it must be terrible to be forced to pretend to like your fans when they consistanly do the worst fucking shit and also be forced to continue doing what youre doing knowing that the only reason youre at the top is bc you started out criticizing the top you know??? its clearly wearing them out and even tho i dont like them that much as ppl its still kinda sad to see :(((

(side note sorry if this and the previous ask are long as hell im pretty tired and i have trouble synthesizing my thoughts and making them coherent and also english isnt my first language so im kinda trying to overcompensate by explaining as much as possible)

hello ru aware that u have started something in my inbox that cannot be undone. jk all u did was speak the truth it's okay that ur asks r long it just takes me a couple tries to read them in full ��

#asks #bts #long post //

[coverpillow4]

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[goosesister]

Let's talk about Guy Ritchie's 'The Gentlemen'

Coming off the so-so okay-ness that was Disney's Live-Action version of Aladdin Guy Ritchie says "I'm sorry, I came into the Aladdin thing way too late to make it my own and I was tempted by the prestige and the money, so here's a peace offering" gift with The Gentlemen. Now granted that last sentence was a mouthful, but it does paint a picture.

The Gentlemen is a stiletto knife with gold embossing. Its sharp, its quick, gorgeous, and easily hidden among the other movies of 2019 summer hits-but my goodness once it gets you, you are left breathless and with a lasting impression.

Starting with the overall look:

The Gentlemen is a cool jewel toned, smoke filled, plaid patterned, fine wool wrapped piece of cinematic loveliness. The sets sit between the posh and polished world of English nobility with their cold and precise beauty, and the blood soaked feral quality of the criminal world. Nothing is misplaced, even in the heroine soaked squalor of a junkie's apartment. Like the rest of the aspects of the movie, everything is a deliberately placed hint for something else to be revealed later. I loved everything about the atmosphere of this movie.

Now for the characters:

Mickey Pearson- Matthew McConaughey's Michael Pearson dances across that razor sharp tightrope of civility and berserker rage. Mickey thinks ahead, is a sharp intellect, employs likewise intelligent people, sells a smart product, and most importantly, his wife is not an ornament or a trophy, but a true partner. Mickey is a departure from the Matthew McConaughey we've been raised on. He's not relaxed, but in control. He's not rolling with the punches, but the one who's punching.

Rosalind- Rosalind is, to my mind, all the best parts of Michelle Dockery's best roles. She has the cold and calculating brain of Mary from Downton Abbey, the people reading skills of Lettie from Good Behavior, and the willingness to do injury of Alice from Godless. The movie describes her as a 'Cockney Cleopatra to Mickey's cowboy Caesar' and nothing could be more on the nose. Rosalind knows her husband, wants the best for him, and shes willing to push him and cut others to make that happen

Raymond- Charlie Hunnam is Guy Ritchie's muse and its a position that's absolutely deserving. Raymond is a 'speak softly and carry a big stick' sort of man, and nothing could be more enjoyable to watch. He wants to do his job and do it well. He's a long suffering right hand man and is willing to wait quietly in the grass until it's the right time to strike with a poison you do not recover from

Fletcher- I swear if I didnt know this was Hugh Grant I never would have guessed. It's not just the expertly pulled off but grating on the ear accent, it's the slimy weasel like quality that permeates his whole performance. From the second he makes his presence known by clinking the ice in a glass of Raymond's scotch, you hate him.

Dry-Eye - Way. To. Go. Henry. Golding. This is an excellent way to break that charming romantic leading man type casting mold Hollywood was about to wrap around him. Dry-Eye is a young, hungry, and terribly horrifically short sighted. I could watch him crash and burn for days

The Coach- Anyone who's ever been in charge of a bunch of teenage boys can relate to the long suffering, wondering at the sheer stupidity of The Coach.

The Script:

I personally love the way Guy Ritchie chooses to tell stories. It's never told in a linear fashion, everything bounces from point to point, ending to beginning, back to front until everything becomes eventually clear at the end. The way all sharp, smart, conversations do. And because it's not told in this linear fashion we've grown accustomed to, it's much harder to tell where the twist is coming from and what it's going to be.

In Conclusion:

The Gentlemen, like all worthwhile movies, can not be understood and appreciated in just one sitting. Each viewing is a new experience a little more is perceived and enjoyed.

Favorite Line:

Michael Pearson: I know how you lot live fables, so let me share a little fable with you. There once was a young and foolish dragon who came to ask a wise and cunning lion about acquiring his territory. Now, the lion, he wasnt interested, so he told the little dragon to fuck off. But the dragon couldn't understand what "fuck off" meant, so he persisted and continued to ask the lion about acquiring his territory. So the lion too the little dragon for a walk and put five bullets in his little dragon head. End of story. Now, allegedly there's a message in there. I don't know what it is, but you're a clever boy Dry Eye. Maybe you can explain it to me.

#the gentlemen #charlie hunman #Matthew McConaughey #guy ritchie #movie review #movie recap #cinema #cinemetography

[blookmallow]

time for sdr2 once again

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found this REALLY weird monomi minigame thing which i didnt know existed and is absolutely terrible to play lmao 

sdr2 is an exciting adventure of bizarre minigames i also had uhh whatever the fuck this was happen with my snake friend 

my snake thing suddenly laid a huge egg, out of its mouth, which then hatched into a rabbit and now i have a rabbit. SURE 

o K A Y ? ? ? ? ?? ? ?? ?

i love her 

OH HEY

visited ibuki and not only does she have instruments and stuff around (even if we assume she bought the snacks/magazines/etc at the market) she has also somehow managed to replace the curtains and the pillows with ones that match her colors and i do not understand how this is happening but also i support her immensely 

i dont remember liking her as much the first time around as i do now ?? i never disliked her but for some reason she didn’t stand out to me before 

i am continually astounded by how much of this i do not fucking remember at ALL

to be fair i have only read through sdr2 once, this is my first time playing it myself, and didnt have an anime to watch, while dr1 ive read through, watched the anime, and played the whole game (including playing the beginning like 3 times bc i kept forgetting about it and starting over) 

but still. the fuck  

also kuzuryuu was in there eating lunch so like, who’s running this place. where is the food coming from. i know that was also a problem in dr1 but there was at least like, a kitchen with visible food and characters mention using the kitchen and stuff so you could just figure they’re finding their own food 

monokuma PLEASE chill the fuck out 

a delightful serial killer

isnt that just kira 

is that a reference/pun in japanese... isn’t “kira kira” also like a sparkle sound effect or am i thinking of something else 

i like that they didn’t even try to localize this to anything else for the translation so its just like [hinata, speaking english, looking at a pamphlet written in english] “what the fuck language is this”

Hajime Hinata Can’t Fucking Read 

how old is saionji anyway i know everyone’s supposed to be high schoolers but is she a like. child prodigy/got in on a technicality situation (like how hagakure got held back so he’s actually older than everyone else) or does she just act like she’s 12

i want to say Let’s Go Lesbians but it also feels like she’s a child so im not sure how to process this whole situation

seems like we’re all agreed then let’s leave komaeda tied up forever 

this was an absolutely blissful few days of No Komaeda and I for one think we should’ve left him

i dont remember how he gets out i generally prefer not thinking about him as much as possible 

she didn’t give a clear answer here but im still thinking about this, who would be responsible for it if they DID just let him starve. would they All be considered guilty because everyone knew he was in here and nobody helped him. would souda and nekomaru be considered jointly responsible because they were the ones who tied him up in the first place

I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS 

i remembered i FUcking hated komaeda but i couldn’t remember Exactly why it was. I Know Now. i still cannot believe how fucking rancid this dude’s vibes are i hate it i hate it get it away from me 

yes,

i love how lazy this is just. Girl A. Girl B

i remembered this game thing existing but i Do Not remember what significance it has or how its a motive at all but anyway i really like the aesthetic of it though

feels very very much like misao but with like. silent hill graphics 

whatever games this is drawing from/based on i want to play them 

i want to play the rest of silent hill too i wonder if i could even get that working again,

ANYWAY im getting off track. uh. to be continued 

#lucy plays sdr2

[mama-germany]

Submission: {IIRC, submission format is bad. This is feminists-against-feminism, hopefully unedited by Mama Germany :^), and ill end my submission with “/submission”, and the rest, if anything, is mama-germany. Also, hopefully the paragraph breaks take, and if they dont…. welp…}

Imma be real with u chief, I dunno what you want me to do with this.  I’m a Jew.  I don’t like communism.  I don’t actually live in Germany.  And I’m not reading all this.  Idk.

Karl Marx’s “On: The Jewish Question” seems a prototype for conflict theory, but has ‘the real jew’ as the 'Haves’ the in place of the 'bourgeois/rich/capitalist’ 'oppressor class’. Conflict theory, icydk, is the collectivist egalitarian pseudoscientific theoretical paradigm taught in sociology, underpinning essentially the whole social justice perspective, and directly encompassing marxist theory, feminist theory, critical race theory, critical theory, gender schema theory (and likely influenced John Money’s gender theory, and builds on gender theory), queer theory, gender critical theory, postmodern theory, lysenkoism (mostly abandoned), standpoint theory,  post colonial theory, animal liberationism, and of course, intersedtional theory which synthesizes them all together wherever they can be synthesized. Marx said the nature of jews is huckstery, he said the real lofe manifestationnof the god of israel is money itself, he said eliminating money would render the jew an equal and normal person. His whole theory, and every conflict theory since, relies on the presupposition the indovodual is irrelevant and what matters is only the aggregate disparities between groups. This turns his theoey ultimately against all boundaries of the individual, their private property and necessarily their innate natural self ownership, their right to self ddetermination. Marx viewed liberalism/individualism as egoism. His whole family was actually jewish, IIRC, he just didnt succeed like they did, he was jealous and a mooch, kind of a beta, likely an aspie if i am to go off the symptomology. He hated them, he was jealous, he wanted success and they had it and he didnt, and so he was basically spot-on like the character Cain from hebrew legend.

Martin Luther. He wrote “On The Jews and Their Lies”. He described jews as piglets suckling from their mother pig, israel, and blamed jews for pretty much everything he viewed as wrong in society. He was basically the predocessor to Hitler and Marx. And one might actually say Marx was an additional predocessor to Hitler. I sure would posot that as likely, even if by proxy of Hitler being influenced by left socialists. I mean, he literally modified the marxist “'class struggle” into his own version of “the struggle”, “MY Struggle/Mein Kampf”. Which brings us to out next german collectivist philosopher. If youre picking up the theme im putting down.

Third subject, Hitler. Self explanatory. Jew-hating anti-egalitarian ethno socialist. Obviously fits in with the last two subject entries. BTW,I have a larger point to all this random pattern listing. One more.

Slightly diverging from hatred of jews, and more toward the begining of postmodernist thought, Max Horkheimer who said freedom and justice are incompatible opposites, and argued everything are oppressive social constructs, every letter and word and phrase and interaction. He said there is no way to know what a just society is, but that we can complain and struggle against the things we dont like and dont find just. And so if you also consider he in the same sitting said freedom and justice are opposites, and this was while summarizing his academic ideas to an interviewer, we can deduce he was directly opposed to freedom, despite considering himself anti-authoritarian…. Anyways, he was bonkers, hope you dont live near Frankfurt, theyre bonkers around them parts, and i know someone who has told me firsthand just how horkheimer style bonkers that town is.

{Honorary mentions. The Kaiser Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor Albert. Although there was clearly nuance here, Prussia WAS part of the German Empire, but the german youth injunction/sinker was still set in him, to which collectivism was his driver/floatation. He was a nationalist and refused advisors compelling him into an anti-left policy. Honorary mention 2. Antifasciste Aktion, the communist vanguard formed by the german communist party, the KPD, formed to forght fire with fire, using brownshirt tactics against the brownshirts (to whom they lost).}

All four, all German. All of them. 5 if we include the Kaiser. The father of protestantism, the father of communism, the left reformer whos students sparked the “New Left” movement, and Hitler, HITLER. ALL GERMAN. Which is not an implicit racial claim im implying, but one about a sour philosophy. I refer to this as German Collectivism. It is the archetype if collectivism which germany seems particularly possessed by. These have ravaged the whole world, toppled entire nations and enslaved likely over two billion people considering just the PRC, USSR, and Nazi Germany esp with its labir camps. Luther could be viewed as the origin, certainly the origin of modern german collectivism (protestantism & lutherean conspiracy theory, left socialism, and nazism), but the purpose of germany has not changed through any of its past or present phases. It’s purpose seems to be unintentionally destroying itself in the process of intentionally trying to destroy the rest of Europe in attempt to conquer Europe and/or the world. Maybe it came from its clash with Rome, and it never left that modality of picking away at its neighbors. Perhaps its influence from the abrahamic faiths it long traded with, maybe that caused the sort of over-populate-and-make-conquest-youth-army kind of societal reproductive modality, by influence of the abrahamic faiths that did that in the middle east for millennia (with obvious great success, whereas Germany fails at the same niche). Maybe it’s because of their empire-orientation, their pre-lutherean state where they were catholic, and so the culture, thinkers and leaders became oriented toward empire. I dont know. But i do know Hitler, the Kaiser, and Marx were all three alienated children who were very disturbed, and assume Horkheimer and Martin Luther were of similar origins, it seems the common theme among these german influences. Disturbed children make for great communists, and germany has long been riddled with communists. Communists & new left communists like intersectionalists have been frequently compared to a religion, and germany was previously, according to Neitzsche who overtly shared my distain for German philosophy (to my surprise, i love him even more now), he said it seemed to him 4/5 people in germany  were part of protestant clergy. The whole state seems in an unending modality if one total hegemonic culthood after another.

The purpose for german collectivism being so consistently against jews, i assume. It is that jews are very successful on average by comparison to every other category in the west. So theyre integral to the structure of society, particularly around power. So to do the sort of semetic strategy, the strategy of Mohammad and Moses, the strategy of just toppling societies and inheriting the remains, in the west, one must (perhaps in a sidenote of historical irony) go through the jews. If they want to make their collectivist totalitarian ideology dominate, they have to go full cain, and stab their brothers - the jews. And just as stabbing Abel didnt wirk well for Cain, obviously taking out the most success oriented demographic (OF WHICH THERE ARE TWO) in your country is not going to work well for Germany. The other the German Collectivist opposes is the individualist - the English liberal, the stoic, the empiricist, the existentialist, the naturalist, the skeptic, these sorts. These sorts of ideas bring success, and so the authoritarian german collectivist requires their demise as well. The Kaiser hated types like us, the Fuhror hated types like us, marx hated types like us, Horkheimer, and Luther to a clear extent.

i should mention, im not a supernaturalist, the supernatural is all metaphor taken as superstition, im woth Neitszche. Theres certainly no supernatural, and race is a politically meaningless concept to me. But what is contained within the borders of germany…. There seems to be an eccentric kook persona, as a sort of cultural clone prevalent in germany, parallel to the American redneck or hillbilly. Theyre not all terrible people, but theyre often super fucked up like longislanders are in NY, or hillbillies from appalachia, or rednecks from alabama. Or just extremely eccentric like a german lady i knew IRL or Joerge Sprave, or oh my god, Max Horkheimer the kook. And it doesnt miss the city, theyre like that, but converted to progressive ideology. Crazy brutes from yesteryear, mostly tamed, or stubby and eccentric out the wazoo, or tall frail and vegan and metro af. And it’s not limited to the old german. Einstein, (not shitting in einstein, not calling him collectivist, but) absolute weirdo jewish german, Horkheimer, absolute nut job, jewish german, Marx, jewish family, the only correlation is they lived in Germany, like Hitler, the SS, and the kaiser. Even the nations east of them who share similar culture, look at Freud, absolutely a german collectivist type, but from Austria, which today is apparently an ethno national socialist state in all but admission. Prussia influenced the Kaiser’s collectivism. Even people i know from america who have all german ancestry and only third gen american, theyre bonkers, like ICP & Twisted clown-rap omega bonkers, and believe in shit like vampires and wicca and werewolf “lychen”. Oh, and i forgot to mention in summarizing Hitler, his wackjob supernaturalist beliefs. What is that? Why is this so normal there for so long and nowhere else for so long? It seems to spread from there more than anywhere else.

It has to be cultural, and deep seeded. It can be changed, and it needs to be. A german lady mutual of mine sees it and is clearly very weighted by it; i was hindered by it drastically, and i live in America. The nihilism, the self hatred, the narcissism, the psychopathy, the selective empathy (ie, selective psychopathy), the tribalism, the scapegoating. You live in germany, you must see it. You dont seem to like sj or right socialism. You seem closer to an individualist. A westerner despite Germany.

Would you consider it a real phenomenon? 'German Collectivism’? A label for describing the seeming german modality of collectivist government and the german philosophical origin of the majority of world’s largest, most wide spread, and deadly collectivist movements? Particularly today regarding the medium of marxian/intersectional conflict theory ideology? I can easily empirically trace intersectionalism and the french fake-gobbldigook-espousing 'intellectuals’ Peterson points at, back to the ideas of Marx (a german). What are your thoughts on it? What caused it? Why is it so historically persistent to this day? It’s still trying to domineer and control Europe via the proxy of the EU. And what the hell is wrong with so many (#notall) German children?! Or, likely, should i moreso be asking about ***the (#notall) parents***? But today, those parents were raised by nazis, or people raised by nazis. (#notall) but those nazis were raised by communists and imperialists, and those imperialists and communists were raised by communists and lutherean protestants, and those communists and lutherean protestants were raised by more protestants, and then catholics before them, and tribalist pagans before them. The hegemony is just unending waves of wacky who begat waves of wacky. Id like to see the origin of this crap fixed, see germany liberalized, just to show german collectivism undone SOMEWHERE it has been established for once, and in Germany itself no less. My first thought is just end the EU.

Is it real? What’s the cause? How do we undo it? 

[findteenpenpals]

Hi!  My name is Magda. I’m 18 years old and live in Poland - a country located in central Europe. In just a couple of months, I’ll graduate from high school. Honestly, I have no idea what will happen after that. Maybe law school?

Honestly, I don’t know how to describe or define myself. I’m still trying to get to know me, figure out who am I. I’m learning every day and working on becoming a better person. I don’t know what career I’ll pursue in future, but it’s clear to me that I want to be good, nice, hearty. That’s all:)

Short description of me: sleepy, very sarcastic, a ball of bad jokes and irrelevant facts, worries a lot, tries to be a decent human being, very soft, sister supportive, spends too much time on the internet. Also, I like people.  I pay to see people, literally. That’s how much I like you all. Mainly, because I need to wear glasses but that’s not the point. See? As I mentioned earlier, I have a terrible sense of humour.

I grew watching Friends. And I think I’m a combination of all of their characters. Monica and Chandler, mainly. Plus, a bit of Ross.

I don’t know what more I could add. I speak Polish, English and trying to learn Spanish. I was brought up in a Catholic household, but for many reasons, I decided to stay away from my parish. From the Catholic Church in general. Long story. I wouldn’t call it a faith crisis. Jesus will always be my bro:) If you’re familiar with Myers–Briggs Type Indicator. Maybe the fact that I’m INFJ-T personality will help you a bit.

Hobbies? I listen to music. That’s all I do. It helps me to cope with the world. I don’t limit myself to one specific genre. Because how could you? It’s impossible. Music is too beautiful to listen to only one. Recently, I discovered K-POP. Too good, fam. Too good.  I watch a lot of TV series (for example; Game of Thrones, Parks and Rec, Queer Eye… there is to many of them to extract all of them). I love reading. When I was younger, it was mainly fantasy. Nowadays, it’s poetry, biographies and belles letters. But if something catches my eye, I’ll read regardless of genre.  I would be ignorant if I didn’t care about what is happening all around the world. That’s why I’m interested in politics, law and social matters. I want to leave this world a better place and that it’s not going to happen if I won’t take action. Enough of Ted Talks. Now it’s time for Ted Do.  Also, I enjoy going on long walks. Unfortunately, my dog is very lazy, so I don’t do that often.

I don’t have any requirements for my future PenPals. You can message me with anything. Want to talk about a conspiracy theory? Send me memes? Talk about everything and nothing? Or maybe something is upsetting you and you want to talk about it? I’m here for you, bro:) I can assure you that I’m not going to judge you. You can feel free to talk to me about anything.

Random facts about me: I’m always late, my life is a dictionary example of a mess, I’m probably the most clumsy person on earth. That’s all. Have a nice day! Drink a lot of water, don’t skip meals (your body need a lot of energy to keep being awesome), hug all of your loved ones and please don’t be so hard on yourself! I’m sending a lot of hugs and kisses from rainy Poland. Take care!

mvlska 

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[dreamerinsilico]

About me meme

Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better. Tagged by @tiggymalvern Nickname: Dae Zodiac: Gemini Height: 5′5″ Last movie I saw: On The Basis Of Sex, and it was the best movie I’ve seen in a damn long while. Last thing I googled: Jacqueline Carey because I can never remember how many ‘r’s there are in her last name Favorite Musician: uHM.  This is a weird category for me to pick A Favorite for because composing, performing, and writing lyrics are all very different things and some musicians do some but not all of those things.  But hell, I guess I can pick a favorite singer-songwriter, and that’s SJ Tucker. Song stuck in my head: Miike Snow’s “Genghis Khan,” because it started playing in my head as soon as I read Tiggy’s mention of it xD Other blogs: dreamerinsilico on DW and pillowfort Do I get asks: Not very often, but sometimes.  I enjoy them when I do. Following: 255 Amount of sleep: About 5-6 hours a night when I’m healthy; wildly variant when I’m less so Lucky Number: I don’t have one What I’m wearing: purple workout leggings, a PoE II: Deadfire backer t-shirt, and my N7 hoodie Dream trip: Skiing in Colorado, again.  Ye gods, I love those mountains. Dream job: tenured professor, I guess, still, even though I still don’t let myself think about that, much. Favorite Food: Definitely don’t have a single favorite here, but I love fresh produce. Do you play any instruments? I spent a couple of years on the recorder, like everyone else in grade school, and then one on the violin.  I enjoyed it, but didn’t keep up with it after I changed schools and no longer had it as a class. Languages: Only English and French with any fluency (my conversational French is terrible because I don’t get enough practice and things move too quickly, but I understand it well in text).  I’ve also dabbled to varying extents in Gaelic (both Scots and Irish), German, Japanese, Korean, and Norwegian.  I really need to just settle down on one of those eventually enough to get out of the tourist stage.  :P Favourite songs: I have way too many of those to list here, but conveniently already had a Spotify playlist that’s a representative sampling of my favorite music, so here it is if anyone’s interested.  It’s got a whole lotta darkwave and synthpop and other EDM-ish things, some metal, some pop, and some filkish stuff.  All of the songs on it are lyrically significant to me in some way. Random Fact: My favorite scents to have on myself are various mixtures of citrus, lavender, and peppermint. Describe yourself as aesthetic things: blue LED lighting in a dark room, a carpet of bright autumn leaves in a forest right as dusk starts to fall, a full moon on a clear, cold night (I am super duper also not tagging 21 people, but if you see this and feel like memeing, please do, and tag me so I might see it!)

#memes #about me #tiggy i enjoyed reading yours and being amused at the similarities XD

[sweetcatmintea]

Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble

So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)

Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.

He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs.  To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help.  Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?

He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.

It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other. “What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~ “Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed. “You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement. “Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought. “Can I touch them?” “P-pardon?” “Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities. “You’re floating.” “Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again. “You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow. “No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…” “Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.

The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet. “Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be. “Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.  

If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan 

Ivan was created by, and belongs to, @babydollneko

Atlas is my character

Feedback is appreciated!

#Writing #story #drabble #original story #original character #not my character #Atlas #Ivan #nekomimi #cat boy #More at my deviantArt SweetCatMint

[thelifetimechannel]

ROSE: And it's been hanging over our heads the whole time. JAKE: Hold on a tick! JAKE: I may be a newcomer to all this cosmic mythology but i recall being informed that skaia was one of the good guys. ROSE: Informed by who? JAKE: Well... by our sprites and some of the carvings in the ruins and things like that. HALSPRITE: Everyone knows we game guides are completely trustworthy. DIRK: Wait, are you working for an even bigger bad? HALSPRITE: No. But there are certain things I can't say, or have to be party to. HALSPRITE: We've been over this, remember? HALSPRITE: My ectoplasm is still sore from your Emperor Palpatine tantrum. KANAYA: Skaia Controls The Narrative We Are Privy To KANAYA: Especially For Prospit Heroes Who Gain Glimpses In The Clouds During The Eclipse KANAYA: I Thought Those Images Were Random KANAYA: But JADE: but its pretty suspicious that it kept so much of the bad stuff from me! JADE: i might not have been so eager to play otherwise JADE: even if its not like we ever had a choice :/ JADE: and the other calliope said she had a hand in choosing those images soooo DAVE: i thought skaia "sees and knows" and couldnt do jack shit DAVE: howd we get from there to here JADE: we didnt know until today that skaia had a "cherub behind the curtain" :o CALLIOPE: after her speech i'm not sUre whether skaia reflects her will entirely or is only inspired by it. CALLIOPE: bUt it is not a neUtral actor. CALLIOPE: and she admitted to having a hand in the rUles of the game that broUght Us here. ROSE: Feferi mentioned the gods might have had something to do with it as well. ROSE: Aradia, do you know anything about that? ARADIA: i suspected something like it ARADIA: it made sense, considering derse dreamers role as emissaries to the noble circle and each incipispheres presence nestled within the furthest ring ARADIA: how they struck that deal or what it involved i dont know though DIRK: The point is, this game didn't come out of nowhere. DIRK: Someone had to make it. KANAYA: So To Clarify KANAYA: If The Other Cherub Is Skaia You Wish To Depose Her KANAYA: But If She Is The Consciousness Guiding Skaia You Would Replace Her Instead CALLIOPE: hold on. CALLIOPE: i don't trUst myself with that kind of responsibility. JANE: I'm not sure anyone should be! JAKE: Yes its like galadriel getting the ring! JOHN: if you don't make yourself the person in charge, but skaia has like... what did you call it? JOHN: a consciousness? JOHN: could you give it a conscience? KARKAT: HOLD UP. KARKAT: I KNOW ROSE ALREADY CAME TO ME PEDDLING THIS LATEST HERESY BUT I THINK IT OUGHT TO AT LEAST COME TO A VOTE. KARKAT: THIS COULD HAVE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES, AND THE DOOR IS RIGHT THERE. KARKAT: IF ANYONE DOESN'T WANT TO RISK THEIR LIVES FOR THIS, SPEAK NOW. JANE: Could we get a description of what this plan actually /is/? ROSE: We'll need to work the details out. KARKAT: SHE WANTS TO MEDDLE WITH THE GENESIS FROG'S DNA. KARKAT: LIKE THAT WENT SO WELL LAST TIME. DAVE: the tadpoles already flown the coop on that one DAVE: unless you want to send john all the way back to our breeding session JOHN: oh come on, i can't be the solution to EVERYONE'S problems. ROSE: I wasn't going to suggest that. ROSE: Once we have a better grasp of what we want to change, we have someone with an even better skillset for reshaping reality to our liking. CALLIOPE: my other self got Us into this mess. CALLIOPE: i don't know how exactly bUt it's only fitting i get Us oUt of it. ROXY: soooo ROXY: we need 2 come up w/ a world we like ARADIA: without breaking too much ARADIA: this system works for what its designed to do ARADIA: you cant abolish it entirely without some kind of replacement SOLLUX: she's saying maybe d0n't torch the place with0ut at least reading the manual. ROXY: so we gotta reverse engineer it ROXY: sounds like a plan 2 me JAKE: I could take another look at those carvings... JANE: /clears throat/ JANE: I think Karkat is right, we should have a show of hands. JANE: Everyone in favor of pursuing this? ROXY: this game sux ass ROXY: if i can stop more doomed ppl gettin axed just bc they were in the wrong place then im gonna do it ROXY: count me in DAVE: wait i thought english was the guy behind most of our doomed timelines DAVE: with his alpha timeline forcing everyone to make one set of decisions DAVE: didnt we beat him and get rid of that JAKE: I think its fair to say calliope did! CALLIOPE: ^U^ ARADIA: its true that his influence generated far more fruitless offshots than would exist otherwise ARADIA: and constricted our paths to prioritize a single narrative ARADIA: but timeline dooming is always a mechanism available to players ARADIA: and the game sets up certain loops on its own ROSE: Lord English isn't the one who sent meteors to destroy our planet. JOHN: no he isn't. JOHN: and that's not fair, that is not what any of us signed up for. JOHN: i've been rewriting rules all day, and this sounds like a great one to get rid of. JOHN: i'll help you guys out. DAVE: well then DAVE: might as well go two for two TEREZI: SK414S T4ST3S 4R3 DR4CON14N 3V3N FOR M3 TEREZI: WH4T K1ND OF JUST1C3 SO W4NTONLY T4RG3TS 1NNOC3NTS TEREZI: 1 WOULDNT M1ND T4K1NG 1T DOWN 4 P3G JADE: i dont know how long ill have my first guardian powers back, but im willing to use them JADE: no one should be treated like pawns no matter what your justification is ROSE: My anti-authoritarian streak is already common knowledge. ROSE: I guess they were right warning you away from dreamers from the wrong side of the tracks. ROSE: Derse is a hotbed for radicalism. DIRK: It must run in the family. DIRK: Why do away with a good tradition? HALSPRITE: There's no way I'd turn down an opportunity to fuck with a fundamental component of the universe. KANAYA: Creation Is Under My Jurisdiction KANAYA: But Creation Pursued At Any Cost Can Be Just As Destructive As Intentional Violence KANAYA: Maybe I Can Put My Inclinations To Pacify Dangerous Forces To Good Use JAKE: Im through with being shoved around! JAKE: If this will help some other people out there in the multiverse who might get saddled with all this games expectations then i think its our duty to try. JANE: What kind of Empress would I be if I didn't try to secure the best possible future for whoever comes after us? JANE: Besides, I've sat back in the face of tyranny long enough. NANNASPRITE: I have too. DAVESPRITE: my programming wont allow me to participate in this DAVESPRITE: nah im just fucking with you lets kill the suffering orb ARADIA: ive spent a long time doing things because they had to be done ARADIA: to fulfill some time loop or the will of the game ARADIA: it would be nice to make a momentous decision on my own for once CALLIOPE: my other self said i woUld never be a proper mUse, bUt i take issUe with her methods. CALLIOPE: i think it's proper to set them right. SOLLUX: i feel like i'm c0ming into this discussi0n missing a lot of c0ntext but if it means we'll get a move 0n, sure. SOLLUX: sgrub 0r skaia or whatever cosmic f0rce we're ganging up on can suck my bulge. TEREZI: COM3 ON K4RK4T YOU KNOW YOU W4NT TO KARKAT: I GUESS MY REVOLUTIONARY ANCESTOR WOULD BE ASHAMED OF ME OTHERWISE. KARKAT: EVEN IF HE WAS KIND OF A JACKASS. KARKAT: AND THIS GAME HAS BEEN PRETTY TERRIBLE. KARKAT: LET'S JUST TRY NOT TO GET ANYONE KILLED THIS TIME. KARKAT: OK, WE'VE ALL GOT OUR HANDS UP NOW. KARKAT: THIS STIRRING SHOW OF CAMARADERIE WILL MOVE THE HEAVENS. KARKAT: "LOOK, THEY HAVE THEIR HANDS RAISED! WE WERE WRONG. GIVE THEM WHATEVER THEY ASK FOR, AND PASS ME THE TISSUES." KARKAT: GOOD JOB TEAM. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELVES.

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#tlc upd8 #tlc a7

[actualltr4sh]

just cus i feel like sharing

1. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?: something with an I. i was in like kindergarten. i just remember having feelings lmfao.

2. What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life?: i regret some sexual decisions i’ve made in the past. i used to be fucking up. no pun intended lmfao.

3. Which parent do you identify with the most?: pops. that’s my baby man i love my dad so much.

4. What do you think you cook or bake the best?: idk. i’m pretty decent at everything i make but i haven’t tried anything new forreal. i made a dog ass steak the other day.

5. If you could change your first name what would it be?: my name translates to golden in swahili, so if anything i’d just make it golden in english lol.

6. Can you hula hoop?: not a skill i’ve tapped into recently so idk.

7. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people?: stuttering. i get flustered easily lmao.

8. Have you considered running for president?: mayor, yes. president? heck no. i think being a first lady would be awesome tho.

9. If you had to choose one thing you were most passionate about, what would it be and why?: writing. it’s the easiest and best way for me to express myself. i can be clear or i can be metaphorical. it’s awesome.

10. Who are you most envious of—real or fictional—and why?: bonnie bennett, the witch from TVD. just because she’s a witch. she died a ton though lmfao.

11. Where is the most beautiful place on earth and why?: wherever you’re surrounded by love.

12. Are ghosts real?: yep.

13. Are aliens real?: yep.

14. How old is the most expired item in your fridge?: i think i have some cheese that expires this month.

15. What are your favorite style of underwear?: cheeksters! let them cheeks show lmfao.

16. What’s the saddest song you’ve ever heard?: my story by sean mcgee used to fuck me up in 6th grade.

17. How about the sweetest song?: iiii don’t know. i love r&b and all that shit is cutesy tootsie. probably you & i by john legend. i used to want this played at my wedding.

18. Do you know how to play dominoes?: my dad tried to teach me when i was younger but i dont remember.

19. What’s under your bed?: an empty cup. i always forget to grab it.

20. Have you ever prank called someone?: used to love that shit in middle school.

21. 100 kittens or 3 baby sloths?: sloths. i don’t fuck with cats.

22. Are you proud of what you’re doing with your heart and time right now?: this is relatively heavy lmfao. kinda. i like that i’m focused on being a better writer. 

23. Why or why not?: i’m proud because it’s the only thing i’ve done consistently since i was a kid. idk why it took me so long to make a career out of it.

24. How many bones have you broken?: none. kids who read in the closet didnt break bones.

25. Have you ever won anything? Big or small?: meh, i used to win awards a lot in highschool cus i did decathlon and stuff lol.

26. If you could buy one material thing, and money was not an issue, what would it be?: a car. a beetle. i think they’re so cute lol.

27. What’s your favorite movie from your childhood?: i used to love love & basketball.

28. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat?: chitlins.

29. What’s the best way to comfort you when you’re having a really terrible day?: let me cry and just kinda validating my sadness. like “yeah this does suck. but maybe it’ll suck less later.” lmao.

30. Has anything/anyone every saved your life before?: my friends save my life every day and they don’t even know it.

31. Would you ever adopt a child?: i suppose.

32. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try?: nothing comes to mind.

33. If you were a cake which cake would you be?: i’d be a brownie cus cake ain’t all that.

34. What is the most important material possession you have and why?: probably my camera. i love her.

35. What is the most important memory you have and why?: important? wow idk. i have this memory of being like 6 ish and crying and my dad telling me that not everyone was gonna like me but it’s important to remain true to myself.

36. When was the last time you cried?: wednesday. i saw my ex with another girl and SHAMBLED bitch lmfaoo.

37. How old was your mother when she had you?: like 35.

38. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with?: vince staples. i’d become his best friend and then he’d fall in love with me and then we’d get married.

39. Is there something you wish you had said sorry for but never did?: i chose my ex over one of my closest friends at the time. i regret.. but you live and you learn.

40. Have you been on your first date? If so, how did it go?: not really. nobody’s ever been like “hey, i like you and i’d like to take you out sometime.”

#these are so fun #like yall dont even have to ask i will gladly volunteer this information LMAO #about