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thewriteadviceforwriters · 8 months

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Do you have any tips for ADHD writers, especially for motivation and getting WIPs done?

Outlines don't work for me like 99% of the time, so outside of some worldbuilding/character notes and such, I just pants my way through my stories for the most part.

Tips for Writers with ADHD: How to Stay Motivated and Outline Stories

I actually am a writer with ADHD myself, so I completely understand. I tried my best to give you good insight on how you can write a story with ADHD (also tried to make it sound as professional as possible.)

Writing can be a challenging task for anyone, but for those of us with ADHD, it can feel like an insurmountable mountain to climb. Staying focused, motivated, and organized can be a constant struggle. However, being a writer with ADHD also comes with its own unique set of strengths. In this blog post, I'll help you explore some practical tips and strategies to help ADHD writers stay motivated, outline their stories, and unleash their creative potential.

Living with ADHD means that our minds are constantly buzzing with ideas, making it challenging to stay on track and follow through on our writing goals. However, with the right tools and mindset, we can harness our creative energy and turn it into a powerful force for storytelling. So, let's dive in and discover how we can thrive as ADHD writers.

Disclaimer: Remember that everyone's experience with ADHD is unique, and not all strategies may work for everyone. It's essential to find what works best for you and adapt these tips to fit your individual needs.

Embracing Your ADHD Superpowers

Living with ADHD is often seen as a disadvantage, but it's crucial to reframe our perspective and recognize the unique strengths that come with it. As ADHD writers, we possess a natural ability to think outside the box, make connections others might miss, and generate innovative ideas. Embracing these superpowers can fuel our creativity and make our writing stand out.

One of the most significant strengths of ADHD writers is our hyperfocus. While it may be challenging to concentrate on mundane tasks, when something truly captivates our interest, we can enter a state of hyperfocus where time seems to vanish. Use this to your advantage by creating a writing environment that sparks your curiosity and allows you to immerse yourself in your story.

Another superpower we possess is our ability to think quickly and make connections. Our minds are constantly jumping from one idea to another, which can be overwhelming at times. However, this unique thought process can be a goldmine for storytelling. Use it to your advantage by allowing your thoughts to flow freely during the outlining process. Don't be afraid to explore different angles and possibilities.

Lastly, ADHD writers often have a heightened sense of empathy and emotional intelligence. We are incredibly perceptive when it comes to understanding complex emotions and human behavior. This can be a powerful tool when crafting realistic and relatable characters. Draw on your own experiences and observations to breathe life into your fictional creations.

Cultivating Motivation and Consistency

ADHD writers often struggle with maintaining motivation and consistency in their writing practice. We may start projects with great enthusiasm, only to lose interest or become overwhelmed as time goes on. However, there are several techniques we can employ to cultivate motivation and stay on track.

Set small, achievable goals to create a sense of accomplishment. Break down your writing tasks into manageable chunks, whether it's writing a certain number of words each day or completing a specific scene. Celebrate each milestone, no matter how small, and use it as fuel to keep going.

Create a structured writing routine to establish a sense of consistency. Our ADHD brains thrive on routine and predictability. Designate a specific time and place for writing, and make it a non-negotiable part of your daily life. Over time, your brain will associate this routine with creativity and focus, making it easier to get into the writing mindset.

Find an accountability partner or join a writing group. Sharing your progress with others can provide an extra layer of motivation and support. Whether it's a writing buddy who checks in with you regularly or a critique group that offers feedback, the sense of community can keep you motivated and inspired.

Outlining Strategies for ADHD Writers

ADHD writers often struggle with organizing their thoughts and creating a coherent structure for their stories. However, outlining can be a powerful tool to bring order to the creative chaos and provide a roadmap for your writing journey.

Start with a brainstorming session. Let your ideas flow freely without judgment. Write down every thought, character, and plot point that comes to mind. Don't worry about organizing them just yet - the goal is to capture the essence of your story.

Once you have a wealth of ideas, it's time to categorize and organize them. Create a visual representation of your story using tools like mind maps or index cards. This allows you to see the connections between different elements and identify any gaps or inconsistencies.

Use a flexible outlining approach that suits your ADHD brain. Traditional linear outlines may not work for everyone. Consider using non-linear methods like the "snowflake method" or the "puzzle piece method." These approaches allow you to work on different sections of your story simultaneously, keeping your mind engaged and preventing boredom.

Conclusion

Being a writer with ADHD certainly presents its challenges, but it also brings a unique set of strengths and talents. By embracing our superpowers, cultivating motivation and consistency, and employing effective outlining strategies, we can overcome the obstacles and unleash our full creative potential. Remember, there is no one-size-fits-all approach, so experiment with different techniques and find what works best for you. With perseverance and a little bit of creativity, you can become a successful writer, ADHD and all.

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randomfoggytiger · 8 months

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The X-Files 30th Anniversary

Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza

Today, I'm thanking The X-Files community for bringing me across a wonderful show-- its amazing cast and writers and fans-- and inspiring me to get back on my own creative hobbyhorse.

My Thanks

Being a part of a collective who want to celebrate this show and others' creative endeavors with heartfelt good wishes has been exciting, fun... and humbling.

My special thanks to the many people who welcomed me with open arms and contribute to this space, even if it's "simply" (but it's never just anything, is it?) answering asks or reblogging or even liking a random post that passed from one blog to another.

There are too many to list, so I'll just chat about my most remembered moments:

@baronessblixen, for being so kind and encouraging that you drew me out of the anon shadows; for liking what I create; for giving me a logical mind to bounce my ideas off of in asks; and for inadvertently teaching me the joy of appreciating animal videos (and convincing me, along with Vavie, to watch Return to Me.)

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, for our cherished Duchovny talks; for your heart and your amazingly detailed dedication; for your artbook that I prize dearly; and for your warmth and good humor.

@suitablyaggrieved, for your spectacular and refreshing meta takes; for persevering in your creative works and this fandom; and for sharing the progress pics of your beautiful X-Files themed sweater.

@welsharcher, for being my mini Kermit-loving pool noodle~ (I love brightening your day as much as your messages brighten mine); for your gifs and posts that make my heart soar; and for our shared, priceless sense of humor.

@agent-troi, for being a solidly intelligent third party to the Pre-S1 Mulder Singleton Club; for your hilarious hashtags and great insights; and for your amazing fic output.

@mondfuchs/@annablume, for swapping XF fic recs in my early Tumblr days; and for making my year by drawing my little boopy-tongued tiger in Mulder's arms to celebrate our collective birthday (post here. Still makes me sappy thinking about it~.)

@amplifyme, for returning to Tumblr and giving me a chance to meet you; for sharing your excellent BATB series (in general and Nan Dibble in particular); and for sharing your thoughts as you slowly peel back the psyche of Vincent and the worlds Above and Below.

@demon-fetal-harvest, for being one of the first to die over my Scully Les Miserables amv (it's one of my favorites I love to rewatch; and I think of you every time I do); and for your hilarious reblogs and even more hilarious tags.

@xxsksxxx and @two-microscopes for being the first to reblog and like during a rough time. I'll cherish that moment forever~.

@medicaldoctordana, for being cool and creative and driven; and for hating the mainstream MBTI system as much as I do (and for your philosophy recs-- will get around to them someday.)

@ibringyouasong89, for being my fellow warrior in the trenches. We're new of acquaintance, but I think this will be a beauuuuuuuuuutiful friendship~. ;))))

@writingwell, @enigmaticdrblockhead, and @perpetually-weirdening, @spidey-is-tired, @cyb3rpeach, @scullys-scalpel, @frogsmulder, @teenie-xf, @dreamingofscully, @freckleslikestars, @cecilysass, @slippinmickeys, @gabby-msr, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @television-overload, @pianogirlxf @mollybecameanengineer, and @settle-down-frohike for being mutually supportive and welcoming. The world is both large and small; and I'm glad my path was able to intersect with yours.

And thank you to the silent-but-always-theres who take the time to drop in and give my posts the time of day~: @samucabd, @sonictacocat, @kiivitaja, @freckleslikestars, @nimlurks, @redteekal, @mindibindi, @marinas5099, @chavisory, @sizzlingempathspybat, @enigmaticxbee, @inflappible, @metamayou, @invidiosa, @txcb1013, @dytttt, @borogirl, @agentbluefox, @agentwhalesong, and ALL OF YOU. I can't tag anymore because Tumblr is tapping me out; but I include you-- yes, you-- in this as well.

My Projects

While The X-Files turned 30, my fandom experience turned (a little over) a year old! Wow, time does fly when you're... speed typing out multiple essays worth of fic rec lists, meta analyses, and personality typing posts (or even wrangling a video editor, compressor, and uncooperative Tumblr site to upload an amv.)

My full list of accomplishments can be found here; but these are a few highlights that were standouts to me personally:

My First Fic

randomfoggytiger’s Son of Egypt (Prince of Egypt twist on television-overload's what if: Samantha adopted and raised William.)

Fic Rec Lists

Meet the Mulders

Creepy and Cozy Cabins

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing

Car Wrekt

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I)

Poll Results Fic: 1st Place- Scully Injured but In-Charge

Poll Results Fic: 2nd Place- Cleaning Out the Vineyard House

Poll Results Fic: 3rd Place-- Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Analysis Posts

Arcadia Analysis: Scully Was Enjoying Herself Immensely

Never Again: An Intensive Essay (and its paired twin: Never Again and Fear)

One Son: An Intense, One-Shot Analysis of “You’re Making This Personal”

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

S5 Is a Pretty Dark Time for Mulder

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VII): Mulder, Maggie, Melissa, and the Snake

Mulder Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Scully Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Mulder and Dreams

Milagro In-Depth (Part II): Loneliness Is a Choice and Lamps Go Dark

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth: Full Analysis

Scully Is the Conduit Conductor and Mulder Is the Dancer

How Scully Taught Mulder to Hug

Mulder and Dreams

CSM Inflicted Insanity On the Syndicate

Fire and False Romance, Ice and Love

All IVF Roads Lead Away from The Unnatural and to Millennium

Jungian Personality Typing Posts

SCULLY, The Enigmatic ISTJ

XF Fanvids/AMVs

Les Miserables AMV: Scully's Solo

The Muppets AMV: Drivin’ Right Along

Fiddler on the Roof AMV: Mulder and Samantha

Bonus Content (Fandom Adjacent)--

React: "Return to Me" from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs

Personality Typing: Return to Me

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY, XF!

And cheers to all~!

Enjoy!

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hekateinhell · 1 month

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I just need to get something off my chest real quick, there's really no need to read this unless you want to because you're bored lmao.

So I used to be really good at answering the asks I got. I wouldn't say I answered all of them, but I think overall I had a good ratio for a long time! And I loved it! I think the asks feature is the best thing that tumblr has to offer as a social media platform (god knows just about everything else sucks).

I loved getting asks and answering them and it's a great way to talk to others in our little fandom bubbles and trade thoughts and insights with one another. My mental health did take quite a few hits in the past several months, and part of that was real life (school, sickness, death in the family) and part of that was bullshit fandom drama.

But it just occurred to me yesterday that the reason I'm nowhere near as prolific in answering the asks I get is because I have always put so much effort into putting disclaimers behind all my meta, walking on eggshells so people won't throw tantrums every time I share an opinion they don't like.

And you know what? That just made me an nervous, erratic person afraid of her own tumblr shadow. The thought of having to do all the work to put ten thousand disclaimers behind everything I say so some asshole won't vague me because I accidentally hurt their feelings just made me not want to reply to anything at all. It's fucking exhausting having to think of every scenario in which people might interpret whatever you're saying (about fictional characters may I remind you) in the worst light possible.

In the end all that time and effort I put into censoring myself—because I try to be a nice person, I don't want anyone to feel bad because of me, regardless of the fact that that's been never my intention—in the end none of that mattered! There's people that have been vaguing me for almost two years now and it's not like I go seeking out this information but it's a small fandom and I stumble over it on another blog or some shit every once in a while.

Agonizing over whether or not some random is going to interpret everything I say in the worst possible faith and have a fit on main about my shit takes and make a block list of people who interact with my posts is just so stupid honestly, and trying to censor myself didn't do me a shred of good. People still regularly call me names and insult my intelligence because of the characters I ship, the meta I write, and the kinks I enjoy talking about. It doesn't even matter if I've been active recently or not, they're still mad about stuff I said ages ago! I can't win!

So from now on I'm just to do my best to break this depressing old habit and be online without being apologetic and diminishing my own opinions, answer asks however the hell I want without feeling obligated to coddle a bunch of grown ass adults, and if people want to cry about it, there's a box of tissues in the corner. Go nuts. ♥️

#apologies for exposing myself on main as being a person and not three raccoons in a trenchcoat #i miss being on my blog the way i used to be that was a great time 🤧#i'm sure this post will end up vagued too rip but literally i do not care anymore #if you're going to let little old me get under your skin that much then i might as well make myself at home #hekate.txt #fandom wank

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vitanithepure · 9 months

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Hi! I noticed you seem to be a fellow BG3 Gale connoisseur? Can you tell me what made you like him? I am starved for some more insights from people!

I'm so sorry if it's a bother, feel free to ignore me if so! >.<

Omg, asks like this are never a bother! You can write me any time with gaming related things, especially BG3 ones as I am - like so many others - so impatiently waiting for its release. It's safe to say it occupies 99% of my consciousness. 8 more days!

And you are not wrong with your assumption. I do like Gale! He's neat. He's great. He quickly became my favorite blorbo. I'll post it under the cut.

This is a point I should probably apologize, because you probably wanted a brief summary and I'll be giving an essay, but... yeah, I have a lot of thoughts about that man.

Like, look - if I were any kind of sexual I would be sapiosexual. At first glance Larian got me "oh boy, a know-it-all wizard, how original...", BUT I feel like they did manage to make Gale intelligent in a believable way. Why?

Gale knows all the trivia. He read an entire library or two worth of knowledge and probably memorized most of it. He knows his way around with words; it makes him charming and endearing. And yet intelligence is not wisdom and experience, so we learn of his past mistake(s) and how quickly he is willing to jump into next ones.

I mean, come on, willing to make a deal with Raphael? And betting on outwitting him? And his new bio description on the official website? (not sure how that will play out yet, I'm reserving judgment until we get to play it). Peak INT 16 and WIS 11 wizard behavior.

I often find people thinking about Gale as a manipulator, playing nice to get things from us and/or get in our pants (yikes to that last one). He would certainly be capable of that, sure - like i said, he's intelligent and charming enough for that. Do I think he would though? Nah.

I think Gale doesn't need to play nice - he just is. Because at the point of his story (which is straight up told in his bio) we meet him he already learned his lesson. Now Gale needs to deal with his past and is not, understandably, so forward with revealing it.

And I get it. I wouldn't want to spill my life's biggest mistakes after a few days' worth of knowing someone, but Gale doesn't have the luxury of time. So he asks us to put a little trust in him and he later reveals what was the point of it all - when you prove you do trust him.

Another thing people put to question is if he actually tells us the truth. I have nothing here, I do believe he is, but in light of (again...) the new bio I believe Gale might have undergone a minor rewrite and I'm no longer sure if the early access dialogues are up to date with it.

If they will not change then, yes, he is straight up omitting the fact he wanted to slurp up Mystra's godhood, and lying about the reason he got stuck with that orb of his in the first place. And I have no idea what to do with this, yet.

Overall I just think it all makes him a very interesting character and I can't wait to have my heart broken by another wizard with a cat. Because as much as I believe all romances will have a happy ending Larian already said it's a dynamic thing and companions do move on the morality scale during the story.

And l'm just so happy to be along for this ride!

Also, on a more superficial note: I have a weakness for pixel men about my age, and Gale looking at us with unabashed mischief like this:

Just works for me.

#I am always up for talking about this man #thank you so much for the ask!#gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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rukafais · 7 months

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for @thespacelizard so i'm not just making an extremely long post with no readmore or like, spamming DMs

“Why, Kimmuriel, I had no idea that you were interested in such carnal pleasures,” Gromph Baenre said to the psionicist when Kimmuriel had finished with Dahlia and was preparing to leave House Do’Urden. With the new insight he had gained into the morass that was Dahlia’s jumbled mind, Kimmuriel had thought it time to depart Menzoberranzan for a bit and see to his business on the surface. His intended teleportation journey was interrupted, however, by the rather powerful psionic intrusions of Methil El-Viddenvelp, the illithid standing at Gromph’s side when the archmage met Kimmuriel in the antechamber just outside of Dahlia’s room. “I was learning,” Kimmuriel replied dryly, “as the subject of an experiment.” “One for which I am sure you could find many willing subjects,” Gromph teased. Kimmuriel stared at him blankly, revealing his boredom. “What do you want, Archmage?” “I?” Gromph asked innocently. “Why, Master Oblodra, you are the one who is where he does not belong.” Kimmuriel hardly failed to miss the unsubtle reference to his surname— the name of a House Gromph’s mother, with the power of the Spider Queen flowing through her, had utterly obliterated. “Bregan D’aerthe has been ordered to serve in House Do’Urden, has it not? I lead that band.” ---

“Your unrelenting quips waste my time, Archmage. Is there something of substance you wish to discuss? Like, perhaps, why you instructed Methil to interrupt my attempt to be gone from this place?” “Because I wished to speak with you, of course.” “Then speak of something worthy of my attention."

---

Gromph looked from one to the other, and arched an eyebrow when the illithid bowed to Kimmuriel.

“Do you plan to enlighten me?” asked the archmage, who sensed the exchange but could not quite decipher it.

“Our discussions are quite beyond your understanding at this point in your training, my student,” Kimmuriel answered.

Leave us, Kimmuriel silently requested of Methil, and the illithid bowed again and complied. Methil walked to the door, then dematerializing to pass right through the closed door as only a powerful psionicist might.

“Brilliant,” Kimmuriel said as he watched Methil leave.

“Rather showy, I think,” Gromph said.

Kimmuriel looked at him incredulously.

“Shall I weave a dimensional door to take me from this place when I desire to leave?” the archmage asked.

Kimmuriel shrugged and shook his head, his expression still incredulous, even belittling. “If you so desire.”

“And will I then be brilliant in the eyes of Kimmuriel?”

“Showy,” the psionicist was quick to answer, and now Gromph wore a confused expression.

“Methil exists more in his mind than in the physical world,” Kimmuriel explained. “He exited the room in that manner for the sake of expediency, nothing more.”

Gromph glanced back at the door. “Are you saying that it was less effort for the mind flayer to walk through the door than to reach out and open it?”

“Brilliant,” Kimmuriel replied, and when Gromph looked back at him, he added, “And brilliant in a manner unlike your magical dweomers each day. For Methil the powers are nearly inexhaustible.”

“Will I come to that point, my teacher?” Gromph asked slyly.

“If you do, I will envy you.”

--- “Ah, yes,” said Gromph sarcastically. “You were learning.” “I am always learning. That is why I am the master, and you the student.” Gromph’s red eyes flared for just an instant. He was not used to being talked to in that manner, Kimmuriel knew. “Now that you have learned, you will leave? Or am I to have another lesson?” ---

It was a curious phrase coming from this one, one of those nonsensical surface structures often bandied about by the less intelligent races, but in this context it was more than that. A hint? Kimmuriel sent his probing thoughts into Gromph’s mind. There were few drow more intelligent than Gromph Baenre, and he could easily defeat such psionic intrusions from afar. Indeed, Kimmuriel wondered whether even an illithid could gain much from stubborn Gromph directly through the meld of its probing tentacles if the archmage mentally tried to block it. But now those guards were down. Gromph was allowing him in. Gromph kept it focused, his disciplined mind allowing no side-journeys for the psionicist, who felt almost as if he had mentally entered a long and illustrious hallway, full of statues with teasing placards.

--- “Enough!” Gromph shouted suddenly, breaking Kimmuriel from his trance. Kimmuriel blinked open his eyes and looked at his student, his expression one of puzzlement. “Archmage?” he innocently asked. “What kind of fool do you take me to be?” Gromph said with deathlike flatness. A wave of panic rolled up through the normally composed psionicist, and he seriously considered teleporting from that room at once—though of course Gromph would chase him and find him. “Spare me your false accolades,” Gromph clarified, and it was all Kimmuriel could do to suppress a great sigh of relief. “I know I have failed this day.”

---

“It will grow easier,” Kimmuriel assured him. “These powers of the mind are new to you—I am amazed at the progress you have already made. Such psionic scrying is a difficult task for any, even an illithid, and that you can perform it at all is testament to your mental strength, and offers great hope that you will one day—one day soon, perhaps—attain psionic greatness to rival your arcane prowess.” The compliments performed as Kimmuriel had hoped, and Gromph eased back and visibly relaxed. And the kind words were only partly a lie, Kimmuriel knew, for Gromph was indeed powerful in mind magic —and as intelligent as any drow ever known. Intelligence alone didn’t guarantee psionic prowess—the brilliant Jarlaxle was quite fumbling with regard to the psionic powers, after all—but when one had that aptitude, as with Gromph, great intelligence would present great opportunity, a ceiling as high as the sky in the World Above. “Are you prepared to resume our sessions?” Kimmuriel asked.

---

He could hear their telepathic calls in his head, begging for instructions, and he knew that he controlled them. He could feel it. They would obey his every command. “Kill that one,” he instructed the others, pointing to what appeared to be the most aggressive of the group, and without hesitation, the other four fell over the targeted creature, bearing it to the floor with a tumbling crash. They tore it apart, appendage by appendage, leaving a smoking, melting husk on the floor. Gromph felt almost godlike, and he couldn’t suppress his grin as he considered the melding of psionics and arcane powers. He understood the mind flayers much better at that moment, and understood Kimmuriel as well, and wondered how his brother Jarlaxle could possibly control the psionicist of House Oblodra. ---- “Where is that creature you claim as a peer?” Gromph demanded. The one you consider your tutor? Jarlaxle thought, but very wisely did not say. “Seeking answers, I would hope.” “In the Abyss?” Jarlaxle nearly laughed out loud. “Where Kimmuriel always seeks his answers,” he replied. “At the hive-mind, of course. The illithids know everything in the multiverse, if one is to believe Kimmuriel.”

---

“You will tell me everything Kimmuriel learns,” the archmage said at length. “And when he returns, you will deliver him to me immediately.” “Deliver him?” Jarlaxle shrugged and offered a meek smile. “What?” Gromph demanded. “Kimmuriel is a leader of Bregan D’aerthe, dear Gromph, and as such, he is free to make his own choices,” Jarlaxle explained. “I will inform him of your desire to speak with him, but …” Gromph’s nostrils flared and for a heartbeat, Jarlaxle feared that he might have gone a bit too far in his overt backtracking. But Gromph quickly calmed—no doubt he reminded himself that he needed Bregan D’aerthe right now more than they needed, or feared, him. Jarlaxle could get word of Gromph’s whereabouts to Matron Mother Baenre very quickly, after all, and the mercenary leader had a good idea that Quenthel and Gromph were not on particularly good terms at this time. “I wish to speak with him,” Gromph said calmly. “Perhaps it would help if you would tell me why,” Jarlaxle offered. “Perhaps I might burn my explanation onto your naked back and leave you face down and dead on the floor for Kimmuriel to read.” “A simple no would have sufficed.” “Jarlaxle doesn’t take no for an answer.” “Hmm,” the mercenary leader snorted, and he shrugged, tipped his hat in concession, and walked away, muttering as he made his way through the haunted corridors of Illusk. Now he knew, without doubt, that Gromph blamed Kimmuriel for Demogorgon. “Ah, my tentacle-loving friend, what have you done?” Jarlaxle asked himself, but the question carried back no answers in its echoes.

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“I will reduce him to ash,” the archmage promised, and there was no compromise or debate to be found in his tone. “Yes, dear Jarlaxle, do go find him.” All four of the others took a cautious step back from the sheer weight of the threat. “He was your instructor in what you most desired,” Jarlaxle dared to reply. “Was,” said Gromph. “And he betrayed me.” “You do not know that.” Gromph glared at him. “Am I to believe that mighty Gromph Baenre considers himself to have been used as a puppet by Kimmuriel?” Jarlaxle answered. “You think it was Kimmuriel who tricked you into casting a spell beyond your control, one that brought the great Demogorgon into the tower of Sorcere?” “There are many times when Jarlaxle speaks too much,” Gromph warned. “But that cannot be,” Jarlaxle pressed anyway. “How can Kimmuriel have had knowledge of that kind of power? To summon the Prince of Demons? Every matron mother in the city would have murdered her own children to find such a secret." ----

Kimmuriel shrugged. “These are strange times of unexpected occurrence, Archmage. I did not know that the invocation I helped you to sort out through the combination of magic arcane and psionic would bring Demogorgon to the Underdark, or that it would so damage the Faerzress as to give other mighty demons access to the corridors of Faerûn’s underworld. “Had I known that, surely I would have helped you to avoid that … trouble.” He shrugged again. “Come, Archmage. You will find the journey enlightening in ways you could not ever before imagine.” Gromph tapped his fingers together again, staring at this confusing drow. The hive-mind! From everything Gromph had ever learned regarding the mind flayers—and thanks to Methil El Viddenvelp, his knowledge of the subject was extensive—the illithid hive-mind was perhaps the greatest repository of knowledge and understanding of the multiverse in existence. He took Kimmuriel’s hand. ---

“Lower your defenses,” Kimmuriel urged him, audibly and in his mind. “The illithids have no reason to show you enmity. It was they who bid me to bring you.” Gromph looked at Kimmuriel with great suspicion, and thought for a moment that he had foolishly accepted the invitation, and that this, after all, might be no more than a ploy to eliminate a threat to Kimmuriel, who had long been favored by the squid-headed beasts. But Kimmuriel shook his head. “They would take no sides in our dispute, even if I so wished,” he said. “They would know with confidence that whichever of us proved the stronger would willingly work beside them, to learn from them as they learned from me, or you. “Lower your defenses, I beg,” he went on. “They cannot serve you here in any case, and hiding behind walls of useless wariness will only prevent you from experiencing the power of this place of ultimate knowledge.”

---

Gromph and Kimmuriel walked side by side through the passageways of Gauntlgrym, a host of dwarf guards directing them. King Bruenor hadn’t been pleased to see them, but at least they had come to see him properly, in accordance with Catti-brie’s wishes. Gromph hadn’t much noticed or cared. He had only come to this place now because of Kimmuriel’s insistence. Since he had accepted Kimmuriel as the official ambassador of the illithid hive-mind in the rebuilding of the tower, Kimmuriel’s wishes were no small thing. “It is an amazing insight, perhaps,” Kimmuriel offered as the party descended the long circular stair to the main chamber of the lower levels. “It is idiocy,” Gromph replied with calm confidence. The only thing preventing him from a complete explosion of outrage here were his most recent memories. Never had he felt such power flowing through him as when the illithid collective had sent the kinetic barrier to the waiting K’yorl. That had felt to Gromph to be the purest and most intense expression of intangible power he had ever experienced. In those moments of flowing perfection, he believed that he had come to know what it was like to be a god. ---

“Truly you wound me, my friend.”

“I wound you, but you’re to get me killed, beyond doubt,” said Kimmuriel.

“Gromph is not going to kill you,” Jarlaxle assured him. “After feeling the power of the illithid hive flowing through him to destroy Demogorgon, he is more likely to cast enchantments of love upon you than to lob fireballs your way.”

“Thrilling,” Kimmuriel dryly replied.

“He would give you a room at the Hosttower.”

“To be surrounded by insipid wizards and their limitations?”

Jarlaxle sighed in surrender.

#he cannot stop comparing gromph to jarlaxle in some of these lmao #jarlaxles ego would become fucking intolerable if he knew kimmuriel was like YEAH JARLAXLE IS SO SO SMART HE JUST SUCKS AT PSIONICS SO BAD #this isnt all of them but they have like. A lot.

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y'all can actually 100% disagree with me on this. like genuinely. but every time ian is mentioned and alex is like 'he was training me into something i never wanted to be' i have to take a second and wonder if it was actually like that or if he's just a teenager who never even knew his parents finding out the only living relative he had, the one who brought him up, was something alex never expected him to be. he must feel untethered and betrayed. add to that the trauma he was so nicely handed on a platter right after ian's death and seeing that the skills he had been taught by ian actually helped him. there must be so much bitterness. i think that's part of the reason why every memory mentioned then on is just,,,, tainted with that visceral mix of emotions he never got to process.

lemme show y'all some snippets from Spy Trap. it's a short story set between Skeleton Key and Eagle Strike. anyone who hasn't read it/doesn't want to, the gist is: alex and crawley are in 'car crash' and alex wakes up in a place which acts like a rehabilitation center for MI6 operatives after missions with absolutely ZERO memory of what happened for him to get there. truth is alex and crawley are being kept on a steady diet of drugs to keep them confused and loose to extract valuable intel under the guise of therapy sessions and there was never any car crash. they were drugged and brought in. it was not a hospital for MI6 agents but a set up by foreign intelligence. with all of that in mind - y'know that alex is clearly very disturbed and agitated and under the influence of bad bad stuff - lets see what he has to say about ian [and i know i put a significant chunk here but bear with me]

do you notice how he was prompted into saying what ian wanted from him when dr feng said 'and he wanted you to be a spy too'? for real, with conviction, i know for a fact that he would have refused to elaborate/volunteer any information on ian just the way he did with jack. he wouldn't have said another word. not if that sore spot wasn't hit. and in the very last section we see it boil down to him feeling like luckiest boy in the world but learning he was lied to. we see it all came down to 'I don't even know what Ian really felt about me. Did he like me or did he just want to use me?'

tell me this isn't a boy that hasn't had every memory he had with his uncle overshadowed and tainted by grief and lies. he just wanted love and i truly do think ian loved him. maybe that's just me but hey you're reading my post and i for one am incapable of being normal about these guys.

just think about it - alex was ian's only remaining family too. tell me ian wasn't worried that the way john's work had caught up with him and had gotten him killed, the same might happen to him too? or maybe one day alex could be used as leverage against him and he wanted alex to be ready to defend himself? ok, you might say 'but sunny. that explains the martial arts and physical fitness. what about all the extreme sports and other skills.' well there's this lovely little post by @lapseinart that might give you a little insight. besides, we are working on very little material because we really don't know much about ian except the fact that he was one of the best operatives MI6 had and was important to alex and his competency as a spy.

anyways so immediately after this he says:

and you can see him actively trying to put the session behind him because he seemed to verbally admitted to things he hadn't even admitted to himself before.

idk. i just have a lot of emotions and thoughts but its very interesting to see it progress from 'ian had taught him *insert skill* which is useful here!' to 'ofc another thing ian taught him to discreetly make him into something he didn't want to be'. there's never any proof that ian did that to turn him into a spy [at least as far as i remember lmao. i read the books years back and am on the 4th one on the reread. so my memory of the rest of the books is pretty hazy. correct me if im wrong lol] we never will have a concrete answer because well. ian's dead lmao. we'll never know what he had in mind for alex and why exactly he did all of this. but also,,, the way sorrow and lividity at being lied to twists alex's way of thinking about ian is Something Else.

#woof too much thinking for my pea sized brain. gonna go read some jayroy smut now #meanwhile here's a meta(ish?) post for any other nerd that cares #alex rider #ian rider

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eliza1911o1 · 2 months

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Resident Alien S3E3 reminding me why I loved this show

Not going to get into the issues, functional or superficial, I have with the show (post-s1, especially); that’s another post. Just wanted to note how 141 Seconds finally utilized some of the best parts of the show that have being going under appreciated

Obviously, one of those is focusing more on Harry himself. Subsequent seasons have really allowed supporting cast to grow, but this has come at the cost of Harry’s depth, at-times. It feels like it’s been a while since we’ve seen him truly wonder what he’s doing on Earth past chalking it up to affection for Asta or flippant interests such as his love for certain foods

The addition of the subplots wasn’t unwelcome, too. Rather than merely putting them through funny scenarios or highlighting some random meditation on humanity, the scenes truly added to the characters. For Dep. Liv, we gain insight to her lacking confidence as her grandmother bullies her for meaningless reasons; Sheriff Mike shows again his tactlessness for relationships, but is there to support Liv; Judy surprisingly gains context and is supported by D’arcy; Asta is guided to focusing on herself rather than keeping busy by others; and most focused on is the position of Ben and Kate, who is haunted by the ghost of a baby she supposedly never had. Though this plot feels more redundant than foreshadowed due to feeling too close to the scenes involving the Alien Tracker and his wife from last season, they are expanded this episode and strike an emotional chord that finally makes it feel worthwhile

It also highlighted that, even though he’s always saying it, Harry is an intelligent being with knowledge far beyond Earth’s limits. Though Harry has been expanding his repertoire of expression, most scenes have him coming off as immature and, at times irritatingly selfish. He’s typically the butt of a joke and substantially simpleminded, not bothering to understand the complexities behind his own emotions. I think the show has been struggling with the “show don’t tell,” so even though it was kind of a weak example, there was satisfaction in seeing Harry finally display his skills

Season 3 hasn’t felt as tight as it should for the shortened episode count (now at eight from twelve), but this episode managed to make the sitcom shift into more the drama it was during season 1. The anxious thought/hallucination Harry has of lava pouring out in the lobby was an especially nice touch, reminiscent of the zombie figures he saw when he was struggling with the guilt of killing his newfound human friends. The introduction of the Blue Avian at the end (who supposedly is Harry’s love interest, whose role I am skeptical about) is also nice as Harry’s trouble with the galactic laws reminds us (and him) he is, in fact, still an alien. No matter how human he is becoming or how much he wants to stay in this small town, that is not his full position. It’ll be interesting to see how this season pares out since the writing/plot has really been a hit or miss. However, if you’re just watching for laughs, there’s nothing to complain about

#resident alien #harry vanderspeigle #syfy

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my-mt-heart · 6 months

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Everybody keeps saying that Caryl has to go explicitly canon in season 2, but what kind of canon will DZ give us? I worry about that. I really want canon before the Book of Carol is over. Ideally when they see each other again, but I'm afraid that it will disappoint. The other relationships in DD are either toxic or underwhelming, like Sylvie's puppy love romance, so I'm scared of what DZ's will do to Caryl.

What are your thoughts MT? Does it matter if we get a better showrunner for season 3 if DZ has already ruined romantic Caryl?

I have no faith in Zabel. I think the only way we can get explicit canon done right is if Melissa has control of what it looks like. If explicit canon doesn’t happen in S2, then it won’t matter if there’s a S3 at all. Not to me anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️I brought up the showrunner issue because things are happening bts right now and if there’s a chance S2 goes our way, then it’s important to make sure we have someone dependable going forward who can deepen Caryl’s story, lean into the things we love about them, provide meaningful insight, treat us like we’re intelligent, treat Melissa like a lead, and value our viewership. Name something that frustrates you post Melissa’s announcement. That Carol’s name is just a subtitle? That Melissa’s name isn’t included in the casting calls? That there are interviews and articles promoting a different ship? That two of the EPs implied Carol wasn’t in S1 because they wanted to let Daryl “grow?” That another EP bragged about making a woman of color lose her job and accused critical fans of being “obsessed” parasocial trolls? That antis have all of this ammo to bully Carylers? That I’m too “negative?” All of that is because we have a showrunner who doesn’t know how to write the characters, doesn’t know how to do interviews, and doesn’t know how to manage big egos. Personally, I’m pretty tired of it, and I’ll be pissed if AMC doesn’t take the opportunity to make a change we can *all* benefit from.

#do the right thing amc #just bitching #caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #the book of carol #twd caryl

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vanilla-phantoms · 1 year

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I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#I’ll be making a part 2 and 3 when I have time!#Warren kepler #wolf359

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wafflesetc · 2 years

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I follow you on Twitter but your ao3 listed this account. I’m asking bc you don’t have the tellonym like fromiftowhen which you should start but what I want to know is what are your thoughts on all this jay stuff

I’m glad you found me, even when all my accounts are not the same handle!

I made a post a few days ago about what my initial thoughts were like, and frankly, my thoughts are more or less the same. I will say they have evolved a little bit more.

Overall, I am all over the map. It varies by day and by thought and by my mood.

I’m trying to hold out a small amount of hope (there was some BTS of Hailey wearing her ring today!) but just because she is wearing her ring doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t kill him.

There has been so much character growth for both Hailey & Jay as individuals on the show, and their relationship and it’s progression has only added to their development as individuals. Now they are so integral to one another, if they do kill him…It would ruin Hailey.

I know Hailey loved Garrett. I don’t doubt that, but that was a long undercover case. It was also when she was young(er), new on the job, and figuring life out for herself. She needed Garrett for survival in a lot of ways… Then she went to robbery homicide, then she went to intelligence, then she met Jay.

The difference for me is she needed Garrett for survival but she doesn’t need Jay. She wants him. Jay was the one person who broke down all the walls she built up, the one person who pushed her to become a better cop, the one person who was always in her corner. He seeped into the furthest corners of her heart, the ones she was so dead set on not letting anyone into. Yet, there he was. Time and time again. Showing up for her. Protecting her. Challenging her when she was doing something wrong. He never once let her down. (I will die on this hill, by the way)

But moving along, it will be a slap in the face to both of their characters and their relationship if they do kill him. A world in which Hailey & Jay aren’t together just doesn’t make sense. I’m saying that almost as fact because that’s how the writers have laid the foundation of them/their relationship. I can only hope, that showrunners like Gwen (who are one of their biggest shippers), does them justice. I’m hoping for some kind of promotion/transfer that leaves the off screen romance and the option for him to come back if he chooses.

As far as JLS on his actual exit. There’s a lot that has come out from the networks that show some issues with budget and budget cuts. Could he have fallen victim to that, like Kelli Giddish did on SVU? Yes, absolutely. Could he have decided to leave himself? Yes, absolutely. Sadly, in a world of NDA’s, we are probably never going to be at liberty to know what actually happened and what the circumstances around his exit are.

I said this in a Tweet today, but I’ll say it here: I’ll also point out, contracts include two parties. If a mutual decision wasn’t made between the two parties & someone does decide to walk, it still doesn’t mean they *wanted* to leave. I have no insight to what happened, but just know this is how contracts work. If they were going back and forth and back and forth, he could have ultimately decided to wash his hands because this is his life and his career. If he didn’t like the terms of employment, he has every right to try and fight for better terms to keep him there.

Does that mean he doesn’t love the character? No.

Does that mean he doesn’t love the show? No.

Does that mean he doesn’t love the crew? No.

Does that mean he hated with Tracy & the other cast? No.

It just means, he valued his quality of life & we, as fans, shouldn’t hold that against him.

Now, all of that being said, I truly don’t know if it was his choice to leave, whether he was forced out, or they did “fire” him. JLS has been liking some tweets that indicate I don’t think he necessarily wanted to leave BUT here we are.

My sentiments are the end of the day are mostly this, I hope they do Upstead some justice. I hope they honor ten years of Jay Halstead. I hope they don’t ruin Hailey’s character development in the void of not having him around her. But most of all, I hope that JLS is at peace with his decision and happy.

(And if fan campaigns to get him back work, then so be it.)

This is lengthy, but I hope it answers your questions!

Xx,

Waffs

#upstead #chicago pd #upstead forever #Jay halstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #jay x hailey

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tiredassmage · 1 year

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semi-coherent 7.2 thoughts roundup/screenshot dump/’fuck this was fun, look at my boy!!!!!’ (short of the dailies because I had to dart off to work, so that’s a later in the week event for me) below the cut (and in a wacky order because ????? lmao what’s chronology fuck it we ball (in what order can i find my screenshots)

(I love reading everyone’s reviews, it feels like comparing notes xD)

honest to goodness think there’s some real competition for most satisfying kill option here. i deadass almost thought they weren’t going to give me the utter pleasure and i was going to be SO pissed, tyr was NOT takin’ more shit. my friend could confirm i was ready to jump this option the second it popped up, lmao.

genuinely some of my favorite cutscene action in a hot minute. not just because i got to watch my favorite bestest boy kick ass, take names, and maybe get his ass kicked a bit in return along the way (yeah, I’m predictable, sue me), but because it was genuinely some fuckin cinematics. showdown on ruhnuk for sure! genuinely impressed with the amount of action condensed into this patch’s cutscenes.

the atmosphere of the arena. hundreds, maybe thousands of mandalorians preparing to watch shae and heta duke it out. watching shae with bated breath. someone mentioned prequels-level epicness in their post and i wholeheartedly agree. this felt like watching an epic star wars showdown unfold, complete with heroic star wars action music, lol.

felt incredibly indulgently good to go scouting with shae. assess, infiltrate, eliminate, damn it’s almost like we’re back in intelligence for a change (tyr relishes it almost as much as shae relishes the hunt).

i’m also incredibly interested in their borderline opposition over objectives.

just when he’s maybe getting somewhere in de-escalating the situation, shae gets impatient and they both lose whatever they were hoping to gain. shae gets snappy, tyr understandably doesn’t quite appreciate it, but they move on. he respects her authority on dealing with heta, but he isn’t excited about losing leads on the bigger picture issue - especially on one that’s probably cost him a few good nights of sleep like malgus, lmao.

sir ur eyes are very pretty nd i love u anyway

i was incredibly interested in the amount of path decisions to be made along the way. heta mentions a round-up of your methods which i was all for.

dot.exe has encountered an error. tyr, thankfully, doesn’t share my “issue” for powerful women xD. he’s happily married, thank you.

overall? i honestly feel SO FED. very seen, lmao. this was a LOT of fun to play through. glad to see everything sort of tying together by sa’har and ri’kan being here, makes its introduction feel a bit less jarring. i’m here for the ~vibes of something bigger playing out for these characters, pushing them together, putting them in opposition. no new big reveals about the whys or the hows, perhaps, but i feel like the insights into these other characters was worth it. and, again, the absolute cinematics of it all was REALLY damn good. ruhnuk looks beautiful, there was a lot more to it than i had been expecting, i am so far a big fan of the ui changes and map update that was VERY nice.

runs back to the front of the line my other characters, i’ll be looking forward to going through this ride all over again, lol.

and also maybe i just missed my boy a lot. i will always be happy to have a reason to see my boy. xD

this was also fucking golden i fucking love this as a running thing i fucking LOVE that rass was SO DAMN EXCITED and also that the shuttle crashes are a running gag and tyr and shae were both equally (un)amused i literally just. i loved this. this was great for me, lol.

glad to not have another patch of endless alliance meetings summarizing information, basically, too. i can’t entirely blame shae for wanting away from all the mandalore clan running, can i? xD

also shoutout to the very real fear i felt for a good five minutes that they’d given us torian and akavvi back only for me to IMMEDIATELY fuck that up with comm silence don’t FUCK WITH ME LIKE THAT that’s my BOY (it was, in fact, fine in the end, but HOOOO). i don’t trust them to not let me pull something like that, okay, that seemed completely possible at the time. but they didn’t. so it’s okay.

#dot talk #swtor spoilers #swtor 7.2 #swtor showdown on ruhnuk #ch: tyr #literally always down to watch tyr be a trainwreck tbh i love him #also rass was golden i love him i'm so glad #i love bonus missions that are literally just 'talk to ur gov (bioware) assigned friends for this mission :)'#i think i can chew on this patch for tyr thoughts for a good while *nod nod*

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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have to us who think and reason? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh.

You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed , drooling meatslapper. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half-baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective.

True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out. On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it.

Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.

You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious and defamatory to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame.

You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you. You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet.

I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I wretch at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. On a good day you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystrophic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, and socially-retarded.

Shut up and go away lest you achieve the physical retribution your behaviour merits.

Thank you for your kind attention to and expected cooperation in this matter.

Yeah I ain’t reading all of that- fuck you

#i read few things and it’s obviously and insult toward me #so fuck you

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I’ve just re-listened to Mark Watson’s episode of the Comedian’s Comedian podcast. I know I made a bunch of posts about this when I first heard it last summer, but I’ve been reminded again of just how very, very good an episode it is. For the whole 80 minutes, there’s no part where it feels to me like it drags. Everything he says sounds like an interesting insight into comedy generally or into Mark Watson specifically, it just goes from one good bit to another. Mark Watson always comes across well on podcasts, because he’s very intelligent and thoughtful and introspective as well as analytical about everything around him, and when you put him with Stuart Goldsmith’s excellent interviewing skills and informed perspective, you get a very good podcast episode. It was released in May 2015, and was recorded in front of a live audience at the Machynlleth Comedy Festival, I think, so that would have been the end of April.

If I copied every part of it that I thought was worth repeating, I’d pretty much transcribe the whole thing. But here’s one thing in particular that stood out to me as giving a good explanation of why Mark Watson’s comedy style endears him to an audience so well:

“I think I engender a certain goodwill, or at least sympathy, in an audience. Because I think people can see that, even before I started talking about specific aspects of my vulnerability on stage, I think people have always been able to see that I’m… There are some comedians that make it look very easy; I’ve always been a comedian that consciously makes it look quite hard. I’m always very open with the crowd about how I feel things are going. So in a sense, I kind of, I do remove some of the obstacles between the comedian and the crowd by being, you know, open about it. But I’m always basically saying, ‘Look, most of you think you can’t do this. I also sort of think I can’t, but I am doing it, so we’ve basically got to crack on with this.’ That is the persona that I put in front of the audience, and that is genuinely how I feel, as well.”

And here’s an exchange that I transcribed last time I wrote about this episode, but I’m putting it in this post too because I think it’s a really good discussion about this transitional time in comedy history (comedy history in the 00s has become, for reasons that I can explain no more clearly than just by writing the words “Chocolate Milk Gang”, the period of comedy history that I’m especially interested in knowing everything about):

Stuart Goldsmith: Do you feel that you were part of a vanguard, almost, of people who were changing comedy from…

Mark Watson: I’ve got a badge, yeah.

Stuart Goldsmith: [laughs] But do you see what I mean? I feel that you really popularized the kind of reportage, story, finding funny things in a thing that happened… basically what I’m saying is I see a lot of older comics bitching on Facebook, or I used to, in the last five years…

Mark Watson: Yes I thought that’s what you meant. So do I.

Stuart Goldsmith: Bitching on Facebook about the fact that apparently you don’t need to do jokes anymore. You just need to talk about a thing you did.

Mark Watson: I think the time that… I came through in the period that the newcomers were me, Rhod, Manford, Russell Howard, and it definitely was about that time that people started saying, “Oh, you don’t need jokes anymore.” So I think I sort of accidentally was part of that sort of – I mean, no one ever consciously tried to create a movement of jokes not being valid anymore. It’s just, for me obviously it was the only way I could approach it. Actually Manford is a slightly different case, but people like me and Russell were just… I don’t think that I was actually part of that, though, I’d say it was already happening. Because there was a bunch of comedians like Dara, Chris Addison, who came along maybe five years before me, when I first went to Edinburgh and was watching stand-up, and thinking, “Right, this is how you do stand-up,” those people were already doing that. So I’d say the swing towards anecdotal comedy happened in sort of the late ‘90s, and I as a punter was influenced by it, so I reckon I’m sort of second-generation, not vanguard. I reckon I’m sort of, um, standing on the shoulders of… sorry, I briefly thought of standing on the shoulders of Dara, that would be wonderful.

Stuart Goldsmith: You’d feel so powerful if you were on his shoulders. He’s such a mighty…

Mark Watson: Yeah, I just wish one time I could get on Dara. But, uh, yeah…

Stuart Goldsmith: And do you ever recognize, I suppose this is the same question maybe in a different way, is do you ever…

Mark Watson: A great big beast of a man… sorry, carry on.

Stuart Goldsmith: Do you ever recognize any of your style in people that came after you? Do you think there were elements of things that you did that were influential?

Mark Watson: Well, not I don’t think that I’ve been sort of enough of a figure to influence anyone really, because I think… I would say that… because basically, Kitson’s career runs, not quite parallel to mine, he was around three or four years before me, but Daniel Kitson is the kind of defining person doing that sort of stuff in my – not quite my generation, but it’s the same crop of comedians. So if I see people now doing the sort of stuff I do, like deconstructing the joke, deconstructing the business of comedy – not in a Stewart Lee way, but the sort of stuff that I do is… I suppose what I’m saying is, no, I don’t think I’ve influenced anyone. Because if you were going to be influenced by me, you might as well just be influenced by Kitson. I think you can only really regard someone as being influential over the next generation of comics if they are one of a crop of people that are the sort of leaders in that field, and that’s never really been me.

It's a bit different in music. With bands, there are definitely, like, B-league bands who have influenced… the Super Furry Animals, for example, one of the greatest bands, certainly of the 90s, maybe ever, they have influenced an enormous amount of bands around today, but they were never as famous as, say, Oasis. But it’s a bit different with comedy, because with music, there is a kind of infinite scope for variety, so the Super Furry Animals were doing something no one was every doing. So without being enormously famous, they managed to influence dozens of bands now. I’ve never been able to do anything that other people weren’t doing. So if you were influenced by me, you’re only saying you were influenced by a school of like 12 or 15 comedians. One of the blights of my career is that I’ve never succeeded in doing something sufficiently different from everyone else, that anyone would look at me and think, ‘I want to be like him.’ And I do have a sort of objective measure of this, because of my best friends, Cory, ran the Chortle Student Awards for years, and when entering it, people had to say who their influences were. So I would obviously look at the forms. And I would come up about one out of every a thousand, it was virtually all Kitson and Stewart Lee. And that’s because they are the kind of Platonic ideals of comedians. Being influenced by me would be like a supermarket wanting to be like Asda. You know, Asda’s not unsuccessful, but no aspiring tycoon thinks, ‘I’d love to be Asda.’

First of all, after listening to that, I’d like to confirm that the thing Mark Watson said about how his insecurities tend to generate sympathy and goodwill from an audience – that definitely works on me. So listening to this makes me very much want to give him a hug and say, “Mark, it’s okay. I know it’s sad that we can’t all be Daniel Kitson. Unfortunately only one person gets to be Daniel Kitson, and he’s not even enjoying it. Yes, I also sometimes listen to Daniel Kitson talk and wonder what the point is of me or any other person besides him ever using the English language, but we can’t live our lives that way. And, you know, we all have different strengths. I’ve never seen Daniel Kitson write a novel, or do a comedy show for 24 straight hours, or turn a hat into a machine via the powers of Wikipedia editing.”

But aside from that, there is some solid self-deprecation in that quote. Many comedians do self-deprecation, few do it as well as Mark Watson. Next to Mark Watson, most self-deprecating comedians sound like a teenage fiction writer who heard their protagonist is supposed to be flawed so they make them prone to clumsiness or something, while being perfect in all the ways that matter. Few people are willing to get deprecating about subjects that are quite so significant, or be quite so honest about it.

In some ways, that quote is almost uncomfortable to listen to because there is truth in it. Though I don’t think it’s all true. Mark Watson, for example, absolutely has done things in comedy that people haven’t done before. He’s well known for his inventive concept shows like the marathons or the collective novel writing or the Edinburgholympics. But I do see the argument that those are special because of their concepts (even as I write this I’m hearing Daniel Kitson’s voice in my head, from a radio thing I heard recently where he called Mark Watson’s marathon shows a “gimmick”, rather than the term I’m sure Mark would prefer of “concept”, but Daniel Kitson can go away for a minute and stop ruining the English language for everyone else), it’s not the same as trying to stand out in the realm of just one person on stage delivering their own material.

They get into the nature of self-deprecation a bit later in the podcast (do you do it because you’re worried that if you claim to be good you’ll look like a dick, or do you do it because you’re worried that if you claim to be good you’ll be tempting fate and jinx it and some way?), and that was also interesting, but I won’t quote it all because I can’t just write out the whole episode. However, it does bring me to the audio clip I put at the top of this post. Tumblr annoyingly only lets you upload one video or audio clip per post, and makes you put it at the very top. I chose that as the part to clip because out of the whole interview, this is what stayed with me the most after I first heard it.

Mark Watson used the term “killer instinct”, which I’ve started using as a way to sort of summarize the whole thing they described in the clip. I use it to mean a comedy show (or just part of a comedy show) that can take on a serious subject without letting the punchline undercut it. You can do that either by letting the show go a little while without laughs, or by making a joke out of the issue, but with a punchline that highlights the seriousness, rather than undermining it. I’m not sure if that makes complete sense, and the fact that I can’t explain it any more clearly than that is probably a sign of how difficult is to actually do. But I think I know it when I hear it. Since I first heard that podcast episode last summer, I’ve sometimes described other people’s comedy as either having, or conspicuously lacking, the killer instinct that Mark Watson described. He’s given me new vocabulary for talking about comedy, even if you have to listen to a specific podcast episode to know what that vocabulary means.

I won’t transcribe the whole audio clip, but here's the most relevant quote from it, where Mark actually uses the term:

“I was aware that I’d still kind of taken the soft options [in his 2014 stand-up show Flaws], like there were jokes in it that didn’t really cohere, but they would get big laughs. Or I would shy away from really big topics. And the most perceptive critics would say ‘This is good, but it could have been better.’ And that sums me up quite well, I think. I’ve always really struggled to find that killer instinct.”

His 2014 Edinburgh show, Flaws, got turned into a DVD in 2015. I have seen that show, and I have to say, his analysis of it is spot on (the analysis he gives in that whole clip and not just this quote – everyone should really listen to the entire episode, but if not then you should at least listen to the entire audio clip at the top of this post, it’s really good). Almost painfully spot on, because I love Mark Watson and I want to say he’s wrong, but honestly he’s right. He can introspect very accurately.

Having said that, I’ve also heard a few of the shows he’s done since then, and I find them interesting in light of the desire he expressed, at this podcast recording in 2015, to get better at that killer instinct. He’s gotten better at it every time – I’d say his 2020 show had significantly more of it than Flaws did, and his 2021 show had even more. I haven’t heard recordings of any full stand-up shows he’s done between 2015 and 2020, but there were some radio shows in the intervening years that were basically just vehicles for his stand-up, so I can hear a bit of how it evolved. It’s certainly interesting to compare that to his 2011 DVD, or his even earlier stand-up that I’ve heard on the radio, which was almost all things like funny stories on the tube. Some of those stories were very funny, but he’s changed a lot since then, I think for the better.

Next in the podcast, and I won’t transcribe it all again, they get into why he’s always comparing himself to other comedians, and how that is both something he can’t imagine not doing, and something that probably precludes being happy. That’s a bit that I didn’t understand as much when I first heard this episode, as I’ve heard a bunch more of Mark Watson’s stuff since then. I now have a much better understanding of just how often he does that. This one podcast episode is far from the only time I’ve heard him express regret about not being as good as Daniel Kitson. But he also talks about other comedians, from a passing comment about not having a TV show like Russell Howard, to that Kettering gig that had quite a bit about James Acaster in it. Almost all comedians make comments at some point about being jealous of their more successful peers, but Mark Watson does it more than most, as far as I can tell. Though to be fair, I don’t know if he really says that stuff more often than most comedians do, or if he’s just more willing to say it in public.

Near the end of the episode, they get into Mark Watson’s “feuds” with Stewart Lee and Frankie Boyle. “Feud” would probably not be the right term to use for the Stewart Lee thing, as that was just Mark Watson doing an advertisement and Stewart Lee being a dick about it. But I’d say it applies in Frankie Boyle’s case, as Mark Watson was a much more willing participant in that fight, and did in fact kind of start it. Which I don’t think is a bad thing, as some fights deserve to be started. I’ve gone into this on other posts, sometimes tying myself a bit in knots in an effort to defend my love of Frankie Boyle despite the many good reasons to dislike him, but one thing I’ll never defend is anything he did in this situation. He was wrong with what he did in the first place, Mark Watson was right to say so, and then Frankie Boyle was absolutely awful in how he responded.

Anyway, if anyone’s interested in the weird number of times Mark Watson has found himself at odds with other comedians, they discuss that in a fair amount of detail in this podcast episode, and once again, I mainly come away from it wanting to give Mark Watson a hug. As I’ve also said before, aside from thinking Stewart Lee and Frankie Boyle were both wrong in the situation (it’s only a fucking cider advertisement, leave him alone), Mark Watson’s general sympathy-inducing nature does make me wonder how anyone can be even a little bit mean to him and still sleep at night.

It ends with some stuff about why he pretended to be Welsh, which is a nice tension breaker after discussing the inter-comedian feuds. They also covered other topics in that episode that I haven’t hit in this post, the whole thing is so good, everyone should listen to it.

This episode, for me, goes into so much of what I like about Mark Watson. I’ve had a few people (a couple of people on here, and my then-girlfriend who watched Taskmaster with me last year) tell me that based on seeing Mark Watson on Taskmaster alone, they felt like he was too, sort of, “soft” to be a comedian who immediately catches their interest. And as much I think “soft” comedians can be very good too, I always want to tell people that if they’ve only seen him on Taskmaster, they don’t understand. Mark Watson has plenty of what his buddy Tim Minchin would refer to as a:

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In fact, if you look closely enough, you realize Mark Watson is almost all dark side, covered on top with just a thin veneer of… I’m trying to decide what word to use here, and all I can think of is that recent post by @my-excellent-bicycle of some interviewer telling Mark Watson the definition of the word “adorakable”, and how people have applied it to him. I think that might be the most accurate word I can use to describe what the veneer is.

Honestly, if you look at what Mark Watson is, across his stand-up and his radio shows and his podcast interviews and No More Jockeys and all those other things he’s done - I’ve only read one of his novels but this applies to that as well - there is so much going on. Classic subjects for darker comedy, like alcoholism and what sounds like quite a messy divorce. But there’s also this constant underlying thing that looks like ambition in stuff like actual life success, and it looks like competitiveness in small stuff like Taskmaster and NMJ. And the “dark side” way that that thing comes out is as bitterness toward anyone from James Acaster for having a successful podcast, to Tim Key for getting out of NMJ challenges that should have defeated him. It’s bitterness that Mark often avoids, because his whole thing is being really nice, but then it’ll come out at times as something passive-aggressive, or sometimes just aggressive-aggressive. I do really enjoy Uncharacteristically Aggressive Mark Watson, I think partly because it feels like an expression of something that’s sort of underlying all the time.

And on the subject of aggression, a guy who’s been in feuds with the likes of Stewart Lee and Frankie Boyle can hardly be called completely soft, can he? In one of those two feuds, he even willingly participated. He also made some Tweets last year expressing distaste for That One Jimmy Carr Joke that everyone was talking about, and for the way Jimmy Carr doubled down on it. I respect Mark Watson for his willingness to say so when he thinks other comedians are wrong.

Also, if I’m talking about Mark Watson’s dark side, I have to mention the anxiety and depression, which are obviously common among comedians (and among everyone else) but their effects are at the forefront in Mark Watson’s on-stage persona more than most. I’ve heard him talk about them forthrightly, and with care and insight, on a few podcasts. He also talks about them sort of evasively in his stand-up. Some relatively low-level anxiety effects even come out on No More Jockeys. I used to get in trouble at school for always having crumpled up papers, I now carry around dead USB cords and/or elastic bands everywhere I go so I’ll have something to do with my hands that isn’t just destroy whatever’s in front of me. Given that, I do like watching Mark Watson’s constant, compulsive fidgeting to the point where it’s even gotten him accused of cheating at No More Jockeys a couple of times.

It’s worth noting that this particular episode, from the Comedian’s Comedian podcast in May 2015, would have been recorded during the height of some of that. On a more recent podcast, he was discussing his up-and-down experiences with mental health, and he said around 2015 would have been when he most needed to hear whatever advice/reassurance that people give to someone who’s thinking about suicide (specifically he said he wasn’t at that point any more and hadn’t been for a long time, but had been at times in the past, and 2015 was the worst of it). I think at other times he’s cited 2015 as a low point for his drinking problem/marriage falling apart. So that’s some relevant context for listening to this episode - he gets pretty deep into the self-deprecation and the “I don’t know how to stop comparing myself to more successful people, and I’m pretty sure it’s not possible to be happy while doing that”, but Stuart Goldsmith did catch him at a particularly bad time.

I feel like I should have some better way to end this post, a proper conclusion, but I don’t, really. I just wanted to write about this really good Mark Watson interview, and to explain that, if you look at all his stuff in chronological order, you can definitely see a progression toward bringing more of an edge into his actual stand-up material. I think it’s an improvement, even though I like his earlier stuff too. So that’s the conclusion, I think: Mark Watson laid out an desire, back in 2015, to develop a “killer instinct” in his stand-up. I think, these days, he’s succeeding.

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#in my headcanon stormy is stella's assigned enemy so it makes perfect sense to me that they would fight over handsome boy brandon

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

I wish writing fanfiction weren’t laughed at by society. So what if people love characters so much so they are willing to pour their heart and soul into writing them?

It’s an act of love

31 note - Postate 1 agosto 2022

Who do you think would be the guy(s) bestie(s) for each Winx and what would they bond over?

Winx + Specialists besties! Here we go!

Stella + Sky - After the switch and a lot of talking, I think they would mend their relation and bond over the difficulties of meeting the expectations that weigh on their shoulders as heirs to their realms' thrones. They'll save one another from embarrassing situations at royal events, sparing the other from having to deal with yet another exasperating suitor. It doesn't hurt that Sky is good at dancing and never crashes her feet.

Stella + Timmy - I've always thought these two could work really well as friends. Timmy would help her manage her social media, and Stella would give him relationship advice (mostly unsolicited).

Aisha + Brandon + Riven - All things sport! These three would definitely take part in every single competition they stumbled upon (especially Riven). I feel like Aisha and Riven would be extremely competitive, so Brandon is there to balance things and make sure everyone has fun. Also, they are all into surf, and with Aisha controlling water, every day at the beach becomes an excuse to ride the most impressive waves.

Bloom + Helia - Bloom draws (even though this plot point is lost early on in the series) and, given that Helia is extremely talented, she can learn from him. They challenge each other to try new subjects, new techniques. They put on an exhibition at some point, it's a huge success.

Musa + Helia - Yes, Musa loves head-banding to her favorite punk rock songs, but she also craves peace. I can imagine her playing her flute in the gardens while Helia paints. They would just keep each other company, quietly.

Flora + Riven - I've read more than one fic in which these two are considered good friends and I totally see it. Flora's kindness can balance Riven's outbursts. Riven has trust issues, so it would be a slow process getting to know each other and becoming friends, but, once he's sure he can trust her, they could spend time together with him talking to her about his feelings for Musa, his relation with the other Specialists; while she would listen and offer her own insights. Flora likes him because he's honest, which isn't always a good thing, but with Riven she can be sure he's telling her exactly what he thinks.

Tecna + Nabu - Tecna respects commitment and intelligence, and Nabu has both. He has studied hard to become a strong wizard, and he and Tecna could work together on how to better combine magic and technology.

37 note - Postate 6 settembre 2022

They call it “emotional pop music with thudding bass”

I call it Taylor freakin Swift

❤️‍🔥

39 note - Postate 16 settembre 2022

can you write headcannons on stuff the girls do together?

Stuff the girls do together <3

Flora does everybody’s hair. She is extremely good at it – it might have something to do with all the practice she’d had making flower-crowns as a child. Stella always goes to her when she wants a particular hairdo for a special occasion. In turn, she does Flora's nails and helps her with her outfit.

Stella, Musa, and Aisha go clubbing together. They know all the best places in Magix and they are known there. All the barmen know their usual drinks - which are often on the house.

Musa helps Tecna with coding: Tecna develops whatever videogame she's working on, and Musa provides the perfect soundtrack. They're thinking about using their combined skills in the future for profit.

Bloom and Flora run a bookclub. It's just them at the moment, 'cause the other girls don't have the patience for it. Still, they gather once a week under Flora's favorite tree and discuss their readings with a cup of tea.

Tecna helps Stella run her social media. She's also invented a device that can alert her of the presence of paparazzi, and that has saved Stella from being caught in embarrassing situations more than once.

Aisha and Stella teach Bloom how to be the perfect princess: Stella deals with everything related to style, proper behavior, how to do the perfect curtsy; while Aisha tells her about her duties and how to carry them out.

Musa loves experimenting with bold make-up looks. All the girls are her guinea pigs, but Stella is the one who volunteers the most - and the one who complains the most when Musa accidentally pokes her in the eye with her eyeliner brush.

Aisha teaches Tecna how to swim. It's a slow process, but she's improving.

All together: they go shopping, play board games, help one another with homework, go out into town, save the magic dimension ... the usual.

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Stella: So to quote another tortured princess, just let it go.

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