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velvet-sword · 3 months
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loOk idC iF it'S mAd latE I'll fiNiSh tHiS eVeNt, eVeN iF iT taKeS mE uNtiL neXt oCtObeR :3
criNgetObeR dAy 3: oVerLy cOmpLeX fiT
feAtuRiNg mY lyCaN bUt huMaN iG
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@sapphicgimli I don’t want to derail the original post so I’ll put it here 
God. Seven’s List of Sexiness. 
So like I said, I was in a school production of 12 Angry Jurors, and this one kid played Juror No. 7. Now, Seven (as I’ll call him) was almost always on the verge of getting the director fired for one reason or another (he was a little too raunchy as Orin Scrivello in Little Shop of Horrors and she cast him as Chip in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, a character who has an entire song about being disqualified over an erection, among other various reasons). So, of course, he decided that a totally, definitely, 100% okay thing for him to do was to make Seven’s List of Sexiness. 
(Now, don’t get me wrong, this list was entirely in character (or rather, his interpretation of the character), it was not accurate to the actors in any way.)
So for two of the rehearsals and one of the shows we did, he took a notepad and a pencil (it was a jury room, so there were plenty of those) and wrote down a ‘list of sexiness’ during the show. Each list had three categories, which essentially boiled down to Good, Bad, and Mediocre. The categories changed every time. In the first and most notorious list, it was Sexy AF, Not It Luvs, and Unremarkable (Virgins). For another, it was Bop, Flop, and Plop. So if a character did anything that his reacted to in the show, he would put their jury number under the appropriate category. Over the course of the play, he would write jury numbers, cross them out, move them, underline them, or add little comments in the margins, all entirely in character. 
Needless to say, it is EXTREMELY distracting when the person next to you is writing your name under Not It Luvs. It was even more distracting after Seven’s fight with Juror Four. If you’re not familiar with the play, at one point Seven is insulting Juror Eleven, who is an immigrant. When Four says that it doesn’t matter where anyone was born, Seven answers, “I was born right here!”, and Four replies, “Or where your father was born,”. Seven is clearly upset by this, and doesn’t have a retort, so he is likely a second-generation immigrant (though it isn’t confirmed). After this, Seven always sits right next to me, and violently crosses Four’s name off the “Good” category, and writes it in the “Bad” category in big bold letters. He then always writes something along the lines of ‘DON’T TRUST THIS FUGLY SLUT!!!’. How do you stay in character when you see something like that?
And he did this three times. Honestly, I love Seven, but the fact that I never lost it during that play is a mystery to me even today.
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musingsofmyown · 2 years
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Frog army? Tell me more!
apologies for the late response, exams and studying have murdered my perception of time
thank you for asking about my glorious frog army
So when I was a little kid (5-6), I used to have this little pond-thing (it was just a really weird hole in the ground as a result from erosion) and every spring/summer, frogs would lay their eggs in there.
I raised those frogs as my own. I would water them with the hose when I saw the pond going down, I put up pseudo fences to keep predators out, I legit saw these frogs to full life cycle and I had hundreds of frogs by the end of summer.
I kid you not, I was the ruler of frogs and I would try to show my childhood friends my frogs, but they usually ended up screaming and asking to go home-
But frogs are so neat and I love them and I wish I had my army again
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dollops-of-delusion · 2 years
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okay big reblog spree time! like always, here's your warning!
its majority just gonna be twisted wonderland stuff, you know that right?
block:
"—art recs" for art (self-explanatory)
"—prose recs" for writing (you know the drill)
"deluge: twst" for anything twst ever
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This came up on my Pinterest feed the other day and I was like 'oh is this a diy craft thing?' and then it wasn't.
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rileyclaw · 1 year
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oh that belos guy better RUUuUuN . happy halloween!
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wahgifs · 2 months
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ALEXANDER MCQUEEN FW24 SHOW | YANG JEONGIN ☆
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thenthereisthisstuff · 5 months
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scoopin out the rest of the brainrot like it's soft serve, soon I'll be free
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swannieluv · 5 months
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。゚・The Bold Mendacity - 2. To trust and to care
✦⸼࣪⸳ Getting used to new things can be har sometimes, and letting go of the past is even worse. Maybe with time, those bruises will heal.
✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐆.𝐈 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 <3
✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐜: 1,4k
✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Mentions of child abuse (?) and death.
✦⸼࣪⸳𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨: ♡
✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: Writing little Clorinde is fun! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. ^^
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Bruises are difficult to heal. Even more if they weren't physical wounds. That was something you learned during the three years since waking up in this new body.
You have been trying to reason why you were reincarnated. Weren't you unworthy of divine intervention? That was one of the reasons that led to your execution after all.
Looking through the calendars around the temple you were living in, the dates all happened to be indicating five years after when you were accused.
What happened in those two years your soul was bodiless? This question has also been plaguing your thoughts since when you first opened your eyes.
“Nothing…” You whispered to yourself while closing an old book. The temple was quiet during the afternoon. Most people come to pray in the morning, so it was easy to sneak in and out of the library.
Most of the books in this place were dedicated to the Hydro Archon, which was already discouraging. Even so, you pushed yourself to try to find any kind of answer through those thick pages.
“What did that person mean with those words?”
The face of that stranger gave you a familiar feeling. Yet you couldn't remember anything except for a blur, as if they intended to not reveal themselves to you.
“Too many questions and no answers.” You sighed and put the book on the shelf again. For the rest you were still illiterate, since you decided to just start acting like a child your age would. Not wanting to attract any attention to yourself.
Maybe if you didn't, the chance of being able to leave the temple at the age of 18 and live a peaceful life away from Fontaine would increase significantly. Somewhere no one would be able to find you.
Mondstadt or Liyue. Those are the best places for someone who wants a quiet lifetime.
After removing some dust from your clothes, you decided to leave the library. It would bring worse consequences to you if anyone found you there. Maybe you would get grounded by Sister Dora or receive a scolding from the elder librarian you were hiding from.
You were hoping for sister Dora to not notice your little escape. She had always been worried about you running around the buildings, like any sane person would when a three-year-old wants to run away like this.
'I wonder why she treats me so well. It's kind of suspicious. We're not even blood related, and there are some orphanages nearby.' You got on your tiptoes to reach the door's handle. Being able to walk around was relieving, but at the same time tiring with those small legs.
Making your way out of the room, your footsteps were the only thing audible through the marble corridor. Yet, a feeling of uneasiness made you walk a bit faster.
'I feel like there's someone following me…' Your legs were accelerating with each passing second.
“Where do you think you're going?”
You froze up, stopping on your tracks and turning around. The now ten-year-old Clorinde had her arms crossed over her chest. She was in a casual outfit, something you rarely saw her use.
'Crap–'
Taking a deep breath, now was time to use the tactics you had been training for so long.
“I wanted to play!” You put on a cheerful face and started running to her. Your little arms embraced her legs as you trapped her in a hug.
“You have been missing for five hours. Sister Dora has been worried sick.” Clorinde sighed and patted your hair.
“Really?” You blinked twice. Looking through a window, you swore it had been only an hour.
'I lost track of time again–'
Your thinking was interrupted when Clorinde suddenly took you from the ground and started carrying you like a bag of potatoes. The sudden action made your face go pale.
“Clorinde!” You kicked your feet to try to get out of her grasp, but stopped when you felt yourself losing balance. It was obvious that she didn't have any kind of training on how to carry a child, since she was a child herself.
“You should stop sneaking out like this, okay?” She continued walking through the corridors. “If you don’t run away from Sister Dora this week, I'll give you my desserts.”
Your eyes sparkled at the thought. Eating more pudding after dinner would be so good and…
'I can't be so childish like that!'
It seemed like being reborn really messed up with your mind. You were reliving everything you already passed through again. Your mind was in conflict, since you were a child but at the same time mentally a teenager.
“I… I won't go… but you have to give me your dessert.” Your face flushed with embarrassment, you really let yourself be deceived by sweets.
“Good.”
Clorinde knew that being trapped inside for a long time was tiring after some point. And as a young child, you must be feeling rather trapped.
“I'll take you to the south garden, most people have gone home already.” She quickened her steps “But you can't tell anyone, okay?”
You lifted your hand and gave her a thumbs up.
She took you through places you had never seen in all those three years. Passing through small gardens with statues, most of them from the Hydro Archon.
One of those areas was a beautiful camp. In the center of it was a statue of the seven, a beautiful representation of the goddess of justice.
That was when you noticed the size of this place. You didn't think it was as giant as the one you had been brought up as the Child of the Prophecy, but it sure was big.
“We're here.”
She put you on the ground. In front of you, a flower camp with hundreds of different plants. The wind blew some petals in your direction.
That was a sight you never happened to see in your past life. Most flowers in your room were artificial ones, made so they wouldn't die. They were fake.
“Oh.”
“Nanny, can I go see the flowers with you?” A young past you in your memories was clinging to their nanny’s dress. “I have never seen them.”
“Miss [Past Name], you can't go out. Those are orders.”
The woman took your hands out of your dress and kneeled to be your height. It was your past nanny, the only one to defend you. Yet she died because of it.
“Not even once?”
You pleaded with puppy eyes. But you knew she was most likely going to say that the outside was dangerous for someone so important like you.
“I'm sorry, but no. You can't go outside.”
“Why? The other children go, I see from the window.” She patted your head
“Because you're the child loved by our goddess.”
How strange, you didn't remember it before. It was like this memory just popped out from nowhere in your head.
“–me]...”
“[Name]!”
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Clorinde. She had a worried face, which this time wasn't hidden behind her usual cold demeanor.
“Are you okay?” She crouched beside you and put her hand on your shoulder. 'She's doing that again…'
Clorinde put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I am…”
You tried to put on a smile for her. It took a while for her to fall for it, but she did.
Both of you sat on the ground, in a place which wouldn't damage the flowers.
Then you realized what you had done, you had deceived her with your smile. Even if innocently, you still did it. Maybe they weren't that wrong in executing you and you were really fooling people, maybe it was–
“Here.”
A flower crown made of lumidouce bells was placed over your head. The one who made it had a relaxed smile on her face. Her eyes were never full of life like other children's. Even so, they were warm when staring at you.
You adjusted it. The crown was slightly bigger than your head, making it slip sometimes.
'She's nice to me. But how long will things last like this?' You looked at the flower crown you were making. One of the flowers had thorns on it and you hadn't even noticed.
Maybe, one day, Clorinde would hurt you just like those thorns just did. And it was something you should start preparing yourself for.
Because kindness never comes for free.
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allovesthings · 26 days
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I'm just gonna say it, I'm not that optimistic about James Gunn's the brave and the bold and maybe that's just because I love Dick.. He said he was inspired by Morrison's run as Batman with Damian as Robin but the main appeal of that specific era, as in Morrison with Damian as Robin was that it was a DickBats story. it wasn't Bruce under the cowl, it was Dick and the dynamic duo was reversed.
Morrison did write Bruce as Batman but not with Damian. Tim was still his Robin and then Bruce "died" was sent back in time.
So I'm worried. It feels like we are giving the storyline of another character to Bruce and I don't necessarily like that ? Because Bruce has so many more stories to take from, stories with Damian as Robin.
Unless they are doing Batman Inc ? I hope not either.... I kinda hate the entire concept.
Also Morrison retconned Talia to be a rapist and that just doesn't sit right with me. Let's hope he doesn't take that part of the story.
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simply-ask-games · 1 year
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wholesome asks because it’s that time of the year again (seasonal depression)!
Sun: what’s something that’s an everyday part of your life that reminds you of how beautiful the world is?
Moon: Give yourself a genuine compliment. right now.
Stars: Something in your room that makes you smile :)
Mercury: Describe happiness using each of the five senses
Venus: What’s a song that always makes you dance, even if just in your head?
Earth: Something that always reminds you of a loved one?
Mars: Something you did well today!!
Jupiter: What’s the first thing you think of when you see the word ‘pretty?’
Saturn: Name 5 very cute animals!
Neptune: How do you prepare your comfort food?
Pluto: Name three things you’re proud of yourself for doing across these last few months!
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ruthlesslistener · 2 months
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Found a friend on my way to class! Totally worth missing the start of lecture to make sure she got out of danger, even if she wasn't very happy about me trying. Just look at those fangs poised and ready to bite me, though I doubt she would unless I really pressured her; she was pretty sluggish from the cold so all she did were some threat displays until I managed to get her on the leaf
+ bonus blurry pic that made me laugh
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dollops-of-delusion · 2 years
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i'm reading an enemies-to-lovers books and it's so delightfully marvelous and sly and obvious and good at making scenarios plausible for the characters to misconceive in a way the audience can absolutely get and viably see themselves also making while also nudging the reader with a "do you see what's really happening here between them?"
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HAVE YOU SEEN AMAURY'S NEWEST VIDEO YET BECAUSE
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT???
What the godforsaken FUCK
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ladyluscinia · 6 months
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We're just gonna start numbering these so I can a little bit keep track of them:
2x08 Reaction #1
Ok, they wanted to force end on a "good" note for BlackBonnet in case there is no S3. They kinda fucked it, but that was the goal.
So... why did they do any of that with the Kraken arc at all?
Like my biggest takeaway from the BlackBonnet arc for this season is that they didn't really develop forward. It started with a HUGE backslide for Edward, he sorta got back to the shaky S1 baseline but with way more baggage, then they backslid both of them again... and then the season finale is running across a beach to each other (rose-tinted fantasy style), kissing a few times, "I love you" -> "I know", and then retiring to turn a shack into an inn together.
There's nothing there in terms of, like, growth and progress on their respective issues. No time for it.
...why not?
It's not like S1 actually locked in what Kraken arc needed to be. I was genuinely shocked they went so hard on it for 3 whole episodes - pleasantly shocked, because I thought it was going somewhere interesting, but like. I did not think they would backslide that hard because they didn't have that many episodes and our guys already had a lot of issues to work through.
Like if you wanted a quasi-happy ending just in case maybe Edward didn't need to dig into the absolute darkest recesses of his soul and be haunted by the spectre of his suicidal intent that makes him self-sabotage his relationships for over 3/4 of the season. Maybe that was a bit too big of a lurch backwards to then correct for and sell us on enough growth that his relationship feels at all stable?
Making the season about backsliding and failing to talk about their traumas with each other was a choice, and it doesn't work very well with a happy ending beat here (vs S1 about first attempt at relationship + S2 about backsliding and lessons learned + S3 about genuine growth).
Just... why would you even try happy innkeeper ending and suicidal Kraken era in the same season??? You only had like 4 hours of screen time. And way more than two characters.
You didn't need to go that hard on Edward's whole thing if you didn't have the time to stick the landing. Or even stumble the landing but still get points for trying.
Like now that landing needs medical attention.
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unorcadox · 1 year
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The world can sometimes be just a bit ...unwelcoming... but I want you to know that I’m just glad to know you / to be here with you
and I wanted you to know, if you’re looking for a sign to continue, here it is. Keep your spirits up, the future always surprises you in ways you can’t expect.
You’ve got this! (repeated)
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