#but so different.....oh so different. so different we learn from ourselves by discovering the other

[laferocia]

Mike Patton, italian interview, sept 2000

Probably, this interview took place right before the concert at Arena Parco Nord in Bologna, during the Independence Days Festival. A nice thing to know: the guy interviewing Mike is also from the US, his name is Derek Simons. Enjoy!

Interviewer: Siamo qua con Mike Patton dei Mr Bungle nonché di mille altri gruppi. So che devi salire sul palco tra pochissimo ma per quei pochi che in Italia ancora non ti conoscono, una domanda semplice semplice: descrivi il suono dei Mr Bungle. // Here we are with Mike Patton from Mr. Bungle, who's also been part of a ton of other bands. I know you're about to go on stage in a bit, but for those folks in Italy who might not know you yet, here's a super simple question: tell us what Mr. Bungle's music is like.

Mike: fiuuu, questo è difficilissimo! // Fiuuu, this is very hard!

I: (sarcasm mode on) no è semplice! // Oh no, it's easy!

Mike: no no no, un suono particolare, meglio (da) comprare il disco e scopri così. Io non posso descrivere. // Well, it's a unique sound, better to buy the album and discover it for yourself. I can't really describe it. (Mike Mike Mike, we don't expect these mistakse from you: "da" is incorrect here and you should have said "lo scopri così/ lo scoprirai così).

I: il disco "California" sta andando bene. // "California" is doing well.

Mike: sta andando abbastanza bene, benissimo no, diciamo a un livello modesto, sì.// It's going pretty well, not great, let's say at a modest level, yeah.

I: ma siete contenti? // Are you guys happy?

Mike: sì, però noi siamo contenti con poco, eh. // Yeah, but we're happy with very little, you know. (sweet smile and "contenti con poco" is fuc*ing native)

I: ho letto una lista di tutte le canzoni cover che fate nei vari concerti, ci saranno 80 diverse canzoni. Come mai questa passione per le teme delle colonne sonore dei film? // I've read a list of all the cover songs you perform at different concerts, there are 80 different songs. What's the reason for this passion for film soundtrack themes? (some mistakes here but our US friend has a pretty good italian, I remember him, LOL).

Mike: ma più che altro è che le nostre canzoni, che scriviamo noi, dopo un po' diventano un po' noiose e dobbiamo aggiungere qualche spezia, così. E i cover sono... è per questo motivo che suoniamo i cover. // More than anything, it's just that our songs, the ones we write ourselves, can get a bit boring after a while, so we have to add some spice to them. And the covers... that's why we play covers. (In Italian, "cover" is feminine so "le cover", not "i cover").

I: c'è un qualsiasi stile musicale che è rimasto da provare per voi? // Is there any music style left for you guys to try?

Mike: sempre. C'è sempre qualcosa da imparare, da provare. Però più che altro da imparare. Quanto tempo più che suono più che realizzo che più che so che non conosco niente, che non so niente. // Always. There's always something to learn, to try. But more than anything, to learn. The longer I play, the more I realize that I don't know anything, that I know nothing. (A bit chaotic but our grammar is a mess with this kind of phrase. He wanted to say "più suono, più mi rendo conto che non conosco niente, non so niente". Btw, the meaning is clear).

Mike: ciao ciao a tutti che stanno guardando "Surfing", ci vediamo! // Hi to all the people out there who are watching "Surfing", see ya!

In this interview, his Italian isn't at its best. Probably, he spent some time abroad during the summer, and he was a bit incorrect here and there. By the way, it's always more than good!

#mr bungle #mike patton #tomahawk #faith no more #trevor dunn #Youtube

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta!

Happy Holidays and I hope you get some time off to spend with your family!

I discovered your blog around KP era (I think?) and I just want to say you are amazing and I am so grateful for the deep dives you go into.

I have a question about MAME because I watched a few of her creations and people always mention that they hate her but I’ve never heard the whole story of why. Personally, most of the adaptations I’ve seen really resonate with me as there’s usually a traumatized character who I can see myself in. Latest example is PrapaiSky from LITA (I don’t have the trauma Sky does but I’m as severely traumatized just in a different way) and seeing how Prapai cared for him was super healing (or at the very least comforting in a projecting-myself-onto-characters kind of way). Is that the reason so many people hate her? Or does it have to do with consent? I think PrapaiSky were perfect with that but I’ve heard other stories have issues.

Sorry for my rambling and thank you! -MA

Hey MA!!!

Sorry that I didn't answer this last night. I stayed up writing and then was like, I can't answer this tonight if I wanna answer it properly.

I am off for the next several days, woot! I hope you and your family have an amazing holiday as well. 💜💜💜

Oh. You've been with me for a while then. Thank you!!! I appreciate it!!!

There are several reasons that people give for not liking MAMA.

They talk about the consent because they are completely unfamiliar with and respecting of the fact that not everyone likes vanilla sex. There are different ways of giving consent, but they are stuck in a black and white mentality. They are unwilling to learn about different people and their sexuality because, in their opinion, we are wrong. And that's that.

Too much sex. Which is unrealistic. Life is full of those that have a lot of sex, those who are just sexual, and asexuals. There is a full spectrum, and they should be represented. Take UWMA, Dean can barely get a kiss from Pharm while Win is banging it out with Team on a regular. This is realistic. So for people to be so prudish as to put down those of us who like intimacy. Regardless of what reason they give. It's essentially failing to recognize that people are different, and we should all be represented.

They think Queer media should be held to a higher standard than straight media. Because what if straight people use this to say, blah, blah, blah. That is an injustice to Queers. It's being ignorant of how equality is actually gained. Catering to the ones that have issues with you is not how you gain respect. Besides, it becomes problematic to only show nothing but perfection. Art is meant to make you feel and think. There is a movie called Pleasantville that I feel captures this concept really well.

They think that all things problematic should be canceled rather than seen as art and a discussion point. Cancel culture is the removal of allowing people to think for themselves. Acknowledging that people are culturally and fundamentally different, and we should be trying to find out why others think the way they do, versus canceling them. It's that black and white mindset again. Which anyone with an actual understanding of Psychology will tell you is a very dangerous way of thinking. When we cancel things and remove things that we deem "inappropriate" We remove the ability for critical thinking. And if we don't think for ourselves, who will?

This turned out to be a lot. 🤣🤣🤣 Hopefully you find it helpful.

#MAME isn't for everyone but she's for me #I want my queer media to be varied just like straight media #I do not want to be held to a higher standard of art #I want messy art that makes me think #luta opinions #luta question and answer #coconuts mafia

[thefanfictiontaria]

Timeless

Fandom: The Song of Achilles/Greek mythology

Genre: comfort, melancholy

TW: I mean they're dead?

Characters: Patroclus, Achilles

It was undeniable the two will be in love forever. No matter how much time passes.

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Patroclus.

The name had always felt oh so wrong.

It was ironic how it meant "glory of the father", and yet I could never make him proud.

Patroclus.

Everyone always said it in passing. Always a command or a laugh, sometimes mocking, usually either anger or complete indifference.

Never with care.

That was until you came along.

"Patroclus."

My name on your lips only ever sounded right. The tone you use, calm, comforting, loving. Despite any contradictions of fate we often found ourselves in, you always said my name as if you were kissing a rose, delicate and caring.

And when the war was over we stayed. On the hill where we were buried where there wasn't so much to do, but you've always been able to make me smile.

We were offered a place on Olympus. We agreed to visit there from time to time, wanting to stay with mortals. We used our divine powers childishly. We were both deprived from it, ten years of war completely draining our adolescent enthusiasm.

Years passed. We saw the city of Troy thrive again. Fall and build up again. Then, it was abandoned completely. For centuries it was covered with more and more dust and sand.

We ran in the sand. Rolled in it like stupid. Laughed. Achilles looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and we kissed again and again. We could do that here.

"Patroclus."

I smiled.

Then, men came again.

Their clothes were peculiar. Some of them wore pristine, black and white clothes whereas others had more simple shirts and brown pants. They brought along many things, some of them so similar to ours we wondered how long passed. Their language was very different though.

Then, they began digging. Yells of what we could only assume was wonder rang out as they discovered the ruins of Troy. They discovered all of the things from the past that were so normal for us and always reacted with amazement. Do they not have vases? Cups? Coins?

A few of the men dug up our grave, at last. They yelled in their language so loudly and so excitedly it was amazing they didn't scare off birds. We were also excited. We exchanged glances and then hugged each other tightly. Our story will live on.

"Oh, I love you, Patroclus!" You said with a laugh. I laughed back.

After that much more people came. Much, much more. We slowly learned to distinguish different languages. Suddenly, the income of people stopped.

Then s few people came back.

Then it was silent again.

We knew what it meant: war.

After a few springs people returned. They looked completely different. Some still wore the ridiculous suits, but after some time it passed.

Now, much more common folk came. Instead of measuring and researching they just looked and did things with weird devices.

Our tombstone was fenced off, so nobody could touch it. Then a sign was made next to the fence.

We were both ecstatic to find out it had greek among the different languages. Even though it was very simplified, we managed to read it.

"This is the tombstone of the legendary pair Achilles and Patroclus. Discovered in 1875 it is dated to be about 3000 years old.

Achilles and Patroclus were very important figures in Greek mythology and history. The two had died during the Trojan war where the Greeks attacked the city for capturing Helen, one of the Greek king's wives. Despite Achilles' god-like powers he chose Patroclus, an exiled son, to be his companion, which ultimately lead to both of their deaths. Patroclus was killed by Hector, a Trojan Prince who thought it was Achilles himself due to the armour. Achilles took gruesome revenge and refused to give back Hector's body, for which he was later punished by the gods.

Their relationship is very controversial. Many sources say they were lovers, others insist they were best friends due to the amount of female slaves Achilles allegedly took.

No matter what though, it's safe to say their story is timeless, surviving through so many centuries."

Whoever wrote it was right.

We are timeless.

Our souls are bound together through our ashes and through our love.

Flowers wilt. Trees die, cities crumble, civilizations fall, stone turns into dust.

But not us.

We will remain together, as one.

Patroclus and Achilles.

Forever.

#tarias oneshot #oneshot #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #the song of achilles #fanfic #I know the timeline doesn't make sense shush

[marinasdiamand]

Marina Found a ‘Magical New Form of Expression’ Through Poetry. Now She’s Releasing a Book

"Poetry has actually made me feel free," she says of Eat the World. "Because it's writing about things that, if I'm quite honest, I would rather people not know"

Marina Diamandis was on shrooms a few years ago, writing what she thought were lyrics for new music. A few days later, she looked at everything she had written and realized she wanted to go beyond just songs.

“I tried, and it just felt so weird,” she tells Rolling Stone. “I suddenly was like, ‘I think these are poems, actually.’ As soon as I accepted that, I started writing poetry every single day. For a whole summer, it was every single morning.”

What came out of those writing sessions was Eat the World, Marina’s debut poetry book, which Rolling Stone can exclusively announce will drop Oct. 29 via Penguin Random House.

The book intertwines Diamandis’ musings with gorgeous artwork as the singer explores her experiences with dating, reflects on some dark moments in her life, and examines her early career and her “Marina and the Diamonds” days with compassion.

Diamandis says the poetry captures a side of her that’s much more vulnerable and less processed. “There’s stuff that still feels slightly embarrassing to me, but it’s because I am exposing a genuine part of myself that maybe isn’t as glam and glitzy as I would like to portray,” Diamandis admits. “But I think that’s a healthy thing. That’s freedom to me: being able to show up as yourself and being OK with it.”

From her home in Los Angeles, Diamandis spoke about several of her Eat the World‘s poems and gave Rolling Stone an update about her upcoming music:

You’ve been talking about the poetry book for two years now. In October 2022, you tweeted, “I’ve been writing a poetry book this last year. It’s spicy, and brutal, and funny, and sad, and kind of like my lyrics, but way more savage.”

Oh my God. Is it that long ago? It is going to be exactly that. Books just take time to write, especially, with poetry. There is a parallel to an album in that you are encapsulating one chapter of your life, and this definitely felt like that. Sometimes, you can’t decide when it’s done until it feels instinctively like it’s finished. It’s been done for about six months

How are songwriting and poetry writing different for you?

I’ve discovered this magical new form of expression where I can still story-tell like I do with my songs, but I’m able to be way more honest and open about things that is just not possible with songwriting. I love the element of fantasy still with pop and with concepts, and sometimes, you have to forego a little bit of the objectivity of a situation for that. So with poetry, it’s completely different. It’s like I’m able to play with and process the past in a completely different format. It’s like there’s no rules.

What have you learned about yourself through the process?

I really learned about the parts of myself that I wasn’t comfortable with at all. I think, on the subject of relationships, they’re amazing because they are mirrors for us. Even being out of relationship, if something ends or if you’re doing random dating, all of those things just show us different parts of ourselves. The book has allowed me the space to be able to explore thing I wasn’t happy about myself in a way that I just don’t think I could have with music.

“Sex Robot” was very relatable, and touches on your experience dating in your 30s. What’s that been like?

I can’t be totally honest, because we’re doing an interview! I think we all struggle with that no matter what age because I think we are living in a very confusing time. The way that we function on social media has distorted the way that we perceive our lives and other people’s lives. I’m very much focused on how my life feels as opposed to how it looks. I’m just feeling very happy and content in myself now.

One poem, “Proof of Time” seems to be an encapsulation of what you think Los Angeles is: a plastic kingdom, perhaps. What inspired that one?

I’m obsessed with L.A., but sometimes I cannot get over this feeling that nothing is old. It feels so strange coming from Europe, particularly Greece and Wales, where everything is old as fuck. That poem is about longing for something deeper rooted to give me that sense of belonging. I was trying to fuse this feeling of this very modern culture, like lip fillers and butt lifts and plastic keychains on Hollywood Boulevard with this sense of history that comes the earth here: the nature, the canyons, the history of the Tongva tribe that lived here for 7,000 years before they all got wiped out.

What does the “Eat the World” poem reflect about the rest of the book?

It was one of the first poems I wrote. I wanted to encapsulate this feeling I’d had throughout my teens and my twenties that drove a lot of my work at the time. It’s like this insatiable need to be loved, essentially, and no matter what you achieve, there’s nothing that can really fill it permanently. I don’t feel like it’s tapping into negative things. I think it was just a reflection on how things were, and I wrote that when I got out of my record deal with Atlantic. It was a real end of an era where I could look at how I had been. I don’t think I really am looking for validation in the same way at all. I think now, it’s just like, is it fun? Is it going to contribute something positive in the world? Otherwise, why am I doing it?

It seems like you’re going through a transitional time in your life.

Definitely. I don’t even know what’s coming with music. All I know is that I feel different, and I also don’t feel in a mad rush. I feel like this next record’s going to be important, and I think the poetry book is also reflective of that. I’m able to take a left turn and do something that was genuinely just for the joy of doing it. I’m in a separate part of my memory bank. That’s how it feels.

You seem more free. Are you?

Yes. I am. Thanks for noticing.

What’s that like?

Oh my God. It’s amazing. Wait. Let me ask you. Do you feel free?

I don’t think so. I feel so stuck on this idea of where I want to be. I feel so chained to the idea of what I want in the future that I don’t feel like I’m free right now.

That’s so interesting. You’ve sparked something in my head, because when we go through these feelings, we think that we’re the only ones that could possibly be feeling that specific thing. For myself, it’s just related to how I grew up and feeling scared actually to be who I want to be. I think the last few years, I’ve really broken through that. I would always walk around the world thinking that everyone is free except for me, which is so ludicrous. I think a lot of us in creative professions are doing it because it makes us feel free in some way. It’s like a portal to freedom. Poetry has made me feel free, because it’s writing about things that, if I’m quite honest, I would rather people not know.

How has your relationship with the Electra Heart, Family Jewels era changed?

I feel so much more compassion for that version of myself. It feels very far away. It is hard to even watch interviews from that time, because I’m like, “Who is she?” Whenever I hear those records, I love them. I love my past, and it also always helps to listen to them right before I’m doing a new record. Because I want to know where I’ve come from, and what I’d like to bring in, what energy I want to bring in. I think this time, it’s an opportunity to do something really different.

You mentioned you’re working on new music. What’s the update on that?

I’ve been writing for six months. It’s still at the beginning. I haven’t started producing anything yet. Part of me is desperate to get things out, but also, part of me is just saying, “Enjoy this process.” Because this is my favorite thing: to build the record and build the world around it. I don’t have any timeline yet, but sooner rather than later. I know it’s been a while, but I’ve had things going on.

by Rolling Stone (April 2024)

#marina diamandis #2024 #interview #rolling stone #eat the world

[junmoonhui]

Soulmates Redefined

Pairing: dino (lee chan) x gn!reader

Context: my first english svt fic ahhh reader is from abroad who got a job in korea, and recently moved in with Dino due to unexpected circumstances; drunken musings lead to unexpected conversations and confessions (wc: 2.2k)

Warnings: alcohol TW!!! some swearing, kissing (under the influence), not proofread and written at 2 am, pls let me know if i accidentally included something that is not gender neutral or other possible triggers

The alcohol left a cool feeling as it touched my lips, and warmth as it spread through the rest of my body. My mind grew slightly more unruly with every milliliter of scotch I took. Beside me, Dino swished his glass, ice hitting the sides with faint clanging sounds against the nighttime air.

He let out a sigh with his next sip of alcohol, gazing at the stars above his—sorry, our—apartment balcony.

"Do you ever think," he said, another random musing interjecting our tipsy conversation, "how life was so carefully calculated, how the sun is just bright enough, and the earth hot enough to enable life; how our ancestors had worked through and discovered so much to give us every piece of technology we have; how our present was decided by small decisions in the past, and how one minor alteration in any of those decisions could have lead to something very different to what we know today? And yet here we are, in this moment, drinking together at 12:03 am."

I giggled at his thoughts. "Wow, you really love history, don't you?"

"I'm serious!" He said. "I mean think about it, what would have happened if you hadn't spent a semester of college here in Korea? What if you hadn't accepted Hybe's job offer to become a song-writer?"

"What if I invested in a better apartment instead of settling on the cheapest rent I could find, only to find out one month later that we would be evicted for the construction of a new commercial building?"

"Exactly! And now you have to move in with me—leading to this moment."

I smiled and ruffled his hair. "How drunk are you, really?"

"It's not just that," he said, lightly grabbing my hand and ignoring my question, "do you ever think about how the universe works so mysteriously yet perfectly around you to meet specific people? And every person you meet has a purpose—someone to learn from, a specific and unique experience. And someone, who could be living far away, is suddenly right beside you. Eight billion people, roughly 200 countries, and yet most of us manage to find the perfect person for us to be the best version of ourselves, no matter where we came from. All because of decisions you made from the signs the universe had given you."

I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that his hand continued to linger on mine as he spoke. But whatever was clouding my judgement made me think his dark brown eyes grew softer with every word as he continued to look into mine.

I felt a warm blush spread across my neck—or maybe it was the alcohol?

He was always so passionate, one of the many things I loved about him. Maybe one day he'd get to know that; maybe he won't.

Among all of this, one thought broke the blissful silence. "I don't believe in soulmates."

One. Two. Three seconds. Five seconds. Eight seconds had passed, and all he did was stare at me. Once his slightly intoxicated brain had pieced together what I said, he gave out a hearty laugh.

Oh that laugh. If only he knew how much brighter my days become every time he lets out that laugh. He's my sunshine—just a bundle of pure, genuine happiness giving me warmth and comfort.

But he doesn't need to know that. Right?

I smacked his arm. Gosh, he's really been working out, huh?

"I'm serious!" I said, a small smile gracing my lips. I can't help it, he makes me happy.

He bit his lips to contain his laughter. "Okay, y/n, who hurt you? I mean really, have you never really thought about finding the one?"

I shrugged. "I just think there are more romantic things that the concept of soulmates."

"More romantic that the thought of one imperfect person finding another imperfect person in this cruel reality, meeting because they were destined according to whatever divine power has a hold on this universe?"

It was my turn to bite my lips, this time out of thought. I swirled the glass on my hand.

"It's not that I never thought about it," I said. "I really have thought about it, and when I had my first boyfriend, I thought he was the one. He was almost perfect in every way. Like he was made to be specifically for me. Then things started to not make sense—we couldn't make time for each other, we couldn't communicate as well as we used to."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't know where it started, or how long it had been happening. And that's when I realized finding the one is not as magical as everyone makes it to be."

Dino's hand continued to hold mine, his thumb now rubbing circles against me palm. "So..." he drew out, "what would you do if you finally found the one?"

I felt his hand tighten for a millisecond. He looked at me expectantly. I took another sip of my drink.

"Honestly," I said, "I hope I never do find the one."

His hand slid away from mine. I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes before he looked away. The corners of his mouth drooped ever so slightly. All of this I could chalk it up to the alcohol messing with my head. But no, it was too vivid. His entire aura changed, as if a cloud moved over my sunshine. Even in my intoxicated state, I could tell he was upset.

Did I hurt him? I never meant to do that. What did I say wrong? Or maybe it was like a kid discovering for the first time that Santa isn't real, that there were no magic elves to make them anything they want, no jolly old man to spread the joy.

My hand grabbed his, making him look at me. "Chan-ah, it's not that I don't want to believe in soulmates. I think it's really nice to think that somewhere out there, there's someone who can make you unexplicably happy—that when you meet them, you just know."

"So why don't you wanna meet them?"

I placed my drink down on the table, moving closer to him. "It's not that I don't want to meet them. I just learned to not expect to meet them at all. I stopped waiting for the universe to push me in the 'right direction' or whatever the hell that is. I stopped waiting to find the one. Because instead of the one, I'd rather just find someone. Someone who I can be myself with. Someone to build a relationship with. Instead of a romance written in the stars, I'd rather have a romance written with my partner. Find someone, build a foundation, make compromises. Adjust. Grow. Until we can both be the best version of ourselves. I think it's about defeating the odds in this cruel world and whatever divine power out there controls this universe, without a single knowledge if the two of you would even work. Yet you love each other enough to make it work. You've built a strong foundation for your relationship, something that could withstand anything that comes your way. I think working hard and creating relationship from scratch is more romantic than any preordained destiny. And maybe the fact that having a preordained destiny scares me a bit, thinking I have agency over all my actions only to find out I was meant to end up with a certain person all along. It's more romantic to have a true choice, and be able to wake up everyday and still choose the same person, over and over again."

Dino let out a sigh—of contentment or contempt, I don't know. But if the smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye, and the shifting closer to me were any context at all, I'd say the former.

"I understand," he said. "And that makes so much more sense now that I think about it. It's always been satisfying how Seventeen has gotten to where we are, even though we didn't start out as strong as other groups. And yet here we are now, at the same level as them. It would have been easy to be famous from the start, but building ourselves up from where we were to where we are now—it's a satisfying feeling. And I'll always be thankful for our experiences. It almost seemed impossible with 13 different from 13 different places with 13 different experiences and views in life."

"And yet you made it work. You continue to choose each other."

"We choose each other." His hand moved to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

"We still choose each other," he said again, a hushed whisper this time. His hand lingered on my cheek. His eyes continued to stare into mine.

For some reason, be it the alcohol or the universe or just my own damn intuition, I had a feeling he was talking about something else the second time he said it. Someone else... me?

This time, I was sure it wasn't the alcohol or disorientation. I was sure he slowly moved unto me, heavy-lidded eyes closing as his lips pressed against mine. It was a soft kiss, no excessive movements. Just his puckered lips pressing against mine.

He pulled away for a second, leaving me wanting more, only to be satisfied again as he tilted his head to deepen our kiss. One. Two. Five. Seventeen. Three eighths. Square root of pi. Oh fuck it, time meant nothing anymore as he continued to kiss me. It could have been a second, it could have been a minute. Whatever timeframe it was, nothing else in the world mattered. All my attention was on him and his lips on mine. I could only hope he felt the same.

He pulled eventually pulled away, his eyes still half closed. He put his forehead on mine as he continued to look deeply into my eyes. He smiled and let out a soft chuckle.

"You make me happy," he said. "For whatever reason it is that you're hear, the universe or just you choosing to be here, I'm happy that you are. Everyday I learn something from you. You make me a better person. And everyday I hope to be the same kind of person for you."

"Dino," I said softly, cupping his cheek, "you do make me happy. And maybe part of the reason why I choose to be here is because of you. I don't know if you're the person I'm supposed to end up with, if that's even real. But I do know that I like you. A lot. And I'm willing to make it work if you are."

"I am." He pressed a kiss again. "I really am."

I could see tears start to form in the corner of his eyes. I wiped them off as soon as they came.

"You know," I said, "I'm surprised you thought I believed in soulmates. I've never been the type to wait for the perfect thing to fall into my lap. It's part of the reason why I became a song-writer. Instead of finding the perfect song, I'd rather just make it myself."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. "For someone who doesn't wait around, you sure waited for me to make the first move."

I smacked his shoulder lightly. "And for someone who believes in destiny, you sure took matter in your own hands and made the first move."

"Believe what you wanna believe, y/n, but we complement each other very well."

"And believe what you wanna believe, Dino, but that doesn't ensure that a relationship lasts."

"I know," he said. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders before pulling me close to hime again.

"We'll make it work, y/n. I promise. You're enough reason to fight whatever destiny the universe tries to throw at me."

"We'll make it work," I said.

We stayed in each other's embrace as we finished the rest of our drinks. We talked about all the other times we wanted to confess to each other, our words lost in a fit of giggles.

"Hey," he said softly. "Can we talk about this again tomorrow? When we're more sober."

I nuzzled my head against him and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. "Sure, on one condition."

"What's that?"

I looked up into his eyes. "I sleep on the floor."

"What? No! You're my guest I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"Well my name isn't on the lease yet, so it's your apartment. I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"Okay, okay," he said in defeat, "if we're a going to officially be a couple anyway, why don't both of us sleep on the bed?"

I shrugged. "That could work."

He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's go to bed?"

"Let's go to our bed."

"Oh and y/n"

"Yeah?"

"I choose you."

"I choose you, too."

Tagging: @ontowanderlust hi ate alia im back hehi, and @bitchlessdino you probably don't know me but I love the way you write and since you're whipped for chan, here have a chan to brighten up your day

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen lee chan #seventeen dino #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #dino imagines #lee chan imagines #dino fluff #lee chan fluff #dino drabbles #lee chan drabbles #junmoonhui fics #lee chan #dino

[vidsie]

Title: "Kitchen Nightmares: Vidcund's Culinary Chaos"

[Opening Scene]

Narrator: "Tonight on Kitchen Nightmares, Chef Gordon Ramsay heads to Strangetown, where he discovers a struggling restaurant owned by none other than Vidcund Curious. Known for his eccentricity and otherworldly experiments, Vidcund's restaurant has seen better days. Can Chef Ramsay rescue this extraterrestrial eatery?"

[Scene: Vidcund's Restaurant]

Chef Ramsay walks into Vidcund's restaurant, greeted by an unusual, futuristic décor. The walls are adorned with alien-themed artwork, and the tables feature odd-shaped cutlery and glowing centerpieces.

Chef Ramsay: "Good lord, what is this place? Looks like we've landed on a different planet."

Vidcund Curious: Excitedly "Welcome, Chef Ramsay! I'm Vidcund Curious, the owner of this restaurant. I bring innovative cuisine from galaxies far away!"

Chef Ramsay: "Innovative cuisine? More like a spaceship crash-landed here. What's with all the flashing lights and weird utensils?"

[Scene: The Kitchen]

Chef Ramsay enters the kitchen, observing the chaos that ensues. The cooks are wearing metallic aprons and struggling to keep up with the alien gadgets and contraptions.

Chef Ramsay: "What on Earth—or should I say, what on Mars—is happening here? This is a complete disaster!"

Cook #1: "Chef Vidcund wanted to create a dining experience like no other, so he brought in these alien cooking devices. But they're complicated and slow us down."

Chef Ramsay inspects the ingredients and discovers a lack of quality and freshness.

Chef Ramsay: "Where's the fresh produce? These ingredients are more artificial than your sci-fi theme!"

[Scene: Tasting Vidcund's Dishes]

Chef Ramsay sits down to sample Vidcund's dishes, prepared by the cooks.

Chef Ramsay: Takes a bite "Oh my, this tastes like a failed science experiment! And what's with the green foam on this plate?"

Vidcund Curious: "That's an alien-inspired molecular gastronomy technique! It's avant-garde."

Chef Ramsay: "Avant-garde? More like an avant-gross disaster! This food lacks taste, technique, and most importantly, heart."

[Scene: The Reveal]

Chef Ramsay gathers the staff and Vidcund for a serious discussion.

Chef Ramsay: "Listen up, everyone. This place is lost in space. The concept is outlandish, and the food is otherworldly—in the worst way possible. We need to ground ourselves, focus on quality ingredients, and bring back flavors that people can actually enjoy."

[Scene: The Renovation]

Chef Ramsay brings in a team of designers to revamp the restaurant's decor. They remove the alien-themed elements, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

[Scene: The Reopening]

The restaurant has been transformed, with a new menu featuring classic dishes with a modern twist.

Chef Ramsay: Addressing the customers "Welcome back to Vidcund's Restaurant, now with a renewed vision and a focus on honest, delicious food. Let's taste what Vidcund and his team have prepared."

[Final Scene]

The customers are delighted with the new menu, praising the flavors and the inviting ambiance.

Chef Ramsay: "Vidcund, you've finally grounded yourself in reality, and it's paying off. Keep it simple, use fresh ingredients, and let your passion for cooking shine."

Vidcund Curious: "Thank you, Chef Ramsay. I've learned so much from you. I'll continue to improve and explore the culinary world with a new perspective."

[Closing Scene]

Narrator: "With Chef Ramsay's guidance, Vidcund Curious has found his footing and discovered that sometimes, a touch of familiarity can be just as captivating as the mysteries of the universe."

[End of Episode]

#sims 2 #vidcund curious #sims 2 memes #chatgpt fuckery

[focsle]

Can you talk to me at length about harpoons used in whaling? I recently became enamored with them. Its just so... shaped. It's big, sharp, strong, lightweight, and very useful in mundane situations! What's not to love? I really like harpoons and I wish i can learn how to use them or at least looked at hd pictures of it online and learn all of its varied forms throughout the centuries.

Oh I certainly can haha!

I'll preface this in saying that I'll talk about the design of some harpoons used in the U.S. commercial fishery during my very narrow first-half-of-the-19th-c window of focus, with the acknowledgement that they've been used for thousands of years by indigenous people all over the world, and the acknowledgement that other forms of 19th/early 20th c harpoons existed in the commercial fishery like bomb lances and harpoon guns. This post won't go into exploring any of those because it'll be long enough as it is!

They're so big. At a place I used to work at I was once taken into a vault where we had a lot of them and it took my EVERYTHING not to touch them. The iron itself was 2-4 ft long, and then it was fitted into a wooden pole that was 5-6ft long.

These 1920s photos, courtesy of the New Bedford Whaling Museum, can give a sense of how they were handled.

This was taken by William Tripp of whaler Philip Gomes, who was a boatsteerer on the bark Wanderer.

And here's an image from Down to the Sea in ships, a 1920s silent film. The man in the boat is actor Raymond Mckee, but while it was a fictional drama it also functioned as part documentary, containing footage of actual whaling processes.

The driving force of the harpoon was one's back hand pushing forward to provide most of the power. Ideally a boatsteerer wasn't darting the harpoon very far, if at all, because that minimized how well it fastened into very thick blubber.

The design of the tip also played a role in how well they fastened.

The earlier harpoons had two flues, first figure. They weren't the most effective because the two flues meant they often didn't penetrate into the blubber very well and could draw easier too. Then harpoons with a single flue came in--they fastened better without as much force and their shape made it so they also didn't draw as easily. The last three are toggle harpoons, which were an improvement on both designs. They basically had a fastening in the toggle that would break under strain once darted into a whale, thus opening the toggle head and creating a T-shape that created a more secure hook. The modern design for the toggle harpoon was created in 1848 by a Black man named Lewis Temple who worked as a blacksmith in New Bedford. He had been inspired by much earlier examples of the toggle technology in Inuit harpoons. It wasn't ever patented however, so people stole and reproduced his design wildly and it became the standard on whaleships shortly after that.

Harpoons were also usually stamped with the name of the ship they belonged to, as well as the specific whaleboats they equipped (LB for larboard boat, WB for waist boat, etc.). This was largely in the the event that if a whale broke away and died shortly after, the ship crew that killed it could lay claim to it. But I came across one instance in a journal where the crew of the ship Covington on her 1856 voyage tried and successfully skirted around this:

“Early one morning just before sunrise we discovered it [a whale that had been killed by a different ship’s crew] close to us adrift. It not being light enough to be seen from the shore, we lowered away and towed it alongside. We got their irons out as quick as possible and stowed them away out of sight, but had no sooner done so than their boat came alongside claiming it. They were told that they were mistaken, as we had taken it ourselves, but they insisted that it was theirs, and finally the skipper told them that they might wait and see it cut in, and if their irons were found in it they might have the whale, which was a very safe statement on our side, for their irons had been extracted and ours shoved into the places they had occupied. They insisted, notwithstanding, that it was their whale, but in the absence of all positive evidence they were obliged to forego their claim, and left us declaring that they would play us a trick if they ever had a chance, but that chance they never had for the whales that we took were few and far between.”

If you want to see a ton of images of harpoons, the New Bedford whaling museum has hundreds in its collection that's searchable online. They also come up at auctions a lot too, so looking at the marine sale catalogues of auction houses will likely give you a number to look at. The specimens that survive in museums and auction houses however weren’t necessarily ever darted into a whale. When all was said and done, this was what a working iron looked like:

#ids in alt text #awhalin #asks #anonymous #animal death // #long post //

[sumiblue]

(pictured: HE <3)

I bought a little aloe plant today.

Every place we lived in when I was growing up had aloe plants, so it seemed a natural and easy choice for my first houseplant in my first flat. The plant display in the Co-Op is right next to the door, so I picked it up, chunky green arms trailing over the pot, and placed it in my basket, carrying it with me while I got my other lumpy, hefty items. Do you see what Problems May Arise from this course of action. Me too, but I did it anyway because I was simply too nervous to do the unthinkable; shattering checkout line normalcy to go, “Oh, one moment” and dashing to get it then. My timidness cost my juicy friend a couple of his limbs, but he’s home now, on my rather bare bookshelf, green and alive. I love him to bits (...of aloe in my shopping bag) and he’s only been here for 10 hours. I keep going over to his corner, introducing him to his new environment and telling him how lovely he his. So far it had been amusing to verbally greet my living room furniture every morning, but it’s a different delight to now natter on about any and everything to this living being who might be hearing me. It scratches that itch to use one’s voice for connection. I have to keep reminding myself, though, that he’s not a new interlocutor, and my search for fulfilling connections should continue.

Loneliness, like aloe plants, has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, though living on my own for the past 3 months has definitely given it a different texture. Not worse, not better, just different. It’s probably due to an amalgamation of a few things. Moving across the Atlantic. The accumulated lessons learned and experiences from 30 years of being alive. Probably not the multi-year worldwide health emergency though...Oh wait.

I imagine most of us have seen article after article about how extended self-isolation during the pandemic has shone a light on how lonely a lot of us are, if it hadn’t caused it in itself. My mum shared an article with me this week, which talks about the fact that, for the very lonely, the solution may not be finding company with other people.

Loneliness isn't just about not being around people. It's been said numerous times that the pandemic and lockdown gave many of us the chance to really examine our relationships. We were forced to be still and listen to ourselves for once, and became more aware of what we were (or weren't) getting out of the socializing we habitually engaged in. I think, in many cases, we realized that while we had company, we weren’t experiencing connection. We started to crave it deeply, and were stymied in our attempts to fill that void because oops, outside could kill you. However, going out to find connections isn’t the solution for everyone, like the article says. Maybe in your stillness you discovered that spending time alone was precisely what you needed, and you started learning how to connect with your Self. Filling your own void. Self-love is healthy! We each have to figure out what fills that gap for our individual puzzles, whether it's solitude, company, a different type of company, etc.

I wonder also if this massive awareness of our own loneliness is sometimes misconstrued with the feeling of grief. Change leads to loss, and if we’ve experienced changing perceptions of our relationships, our selves and our social fulfilment needs, we’re bound to be thrown into a turbulent twisting uncomfortable storm of emotions. And here we’re back to sitting in self reflection innit, asking ourselves, is the name for this storm loneliness? Grief? Both? I don’t think they’re entirely separate, but it may help to identify where you are so you can figure out where to go.

Personally, I do think that my puzzle piece is painted with other people, particularly with shiny deeper connections. Having been isolated for a few years, I’ve found I do need that external input from even light interaction to remember that I am not uniquely horrible but am in fact, in a human general sense, pretty okay! I feel it in the shared frustration with the pensioners at the bus stop because the big blue bastard (affectionate) is 20 minutes late again. I feel it when the cashier wags their finger at me and says “Silly little girl, you must have confused this Appleton’s Rum for apple juice. ID please and thank you.”* In these brief little moments, I get reminded that people Exist. We just Are. We are all complicated and flawed and still wonderful. Not gonna lie though, finding and making those rare closer connections would be fucking fantastic. People around whom I can feel like I’m not the Only One. Unmask with me baybee.

But as a very temporary stop-gap measure, my darling precious aloe boy suits me fine.

*An exaggeration but it fuckin’ felt like this

#a reflection and ramble #loneliness #my art

[xenia12]

Me and @froggythesculptor came up with YET ANOTHER Darcy AU lmao. This one happens after the 10 year timeskip when Sasha, Anne, and Marcy manage to get a portal working. Marcy ends up getting re-possessed by The Core (ofc it’s still alive. It’s a cockroach, duh) except it now only consists of the non-royal members. We have more info but I don’t wanna elaborate too much right now since I might end up writing a fic for this lol.

Anyways, here’s a script scene thing I wrote :P

*Inside an FBI outpost or whatever near L.A. at 4am*

Darcy: *attempts to get the portal to start up by trying different commands on the computer next to it*

*The door busts open and Darcy raises their head to see Anne and Sasha enter, each holding up some sci-fi looking gun that they probably stole from the federal government on their way to the portal room*

Anne: You won’t be conquering anything on our watch, cockroach.

Sasha: I suggest you put your rental hands up if you don’t want us to kill you again.

Darcy: *smirks at them then casually focuses back on the computer and continues typing, clearly not intimidated in the slightest* Ah, there you are, girls! And you arrived *glances at the time in the corner of the screen* 7 minutes quicker than we calculated, well done! However, you still manage to disappoint us. We already told you that we rid ourselves of the Leviathan dynasty, yet you still believe we have the same insipid goals.

Sasha: Are you saying you… don’t care about the whole multiversal domination thing you were going for last time?

Darcy: *scoffs* Of course not. Not only is it impossible to control an infinite number of worlds, but the aim is also remarkably basic. As to be expected from a line of narcissistic tyrants who share a personality, we suppose.

Anne: Oh. *lowers her gun a bit* Then what’re you doing?

Darcy: Just checking how you humans cracked making portals without the gems. We don’t exactly have the resources to figure it out ourselves anymore since you three *makes a circular gesture with their finger to include their host* somehow DRAINED the most powerful objects in the multiverse.

Sasha: But why would you need portals if you’re not going to other worlds?

Darcy: *laughs* Oh, blondie, we never said anything about that! We may not be invading, but we do still have a mission.

Sasha: Which is…?

Darcy: *sighs* Eh, why not. *finally looks up from the computer again and leans on the desk a bit with one hand* We intend to discover all that we can about as many dimensions as possible. Of course, following the same logic as earlier, it is quite impossible to learn EVERYTHING. But, even so, the idea is far more appealing than what those boorish overgrown salamanders had planned. Like, they’ve destroyed so many thrilling temples and puzzles along with countless fascinating species just for their ridiculous pursuit of power. What a waste.

Anne:

Sasha: Oh my god it’s a fucking nerd-

#I love nerd Darcy so much guys you don’t understand #I feel like I had more fun than I should’ve with Anne and Sasha’s (but mostly Sasha’s) lines lmao #amphibia #darcy wu #marcy wu #the core

[toomuchracket]

girl. You are not coming across as needy. I am NOSY. Being in love??? Leaving for 5 months?? Would it make u feel better if we all share our most heartbreaking stories 🙏🏻🙏🏻

buckle up babies, it's a loooooong story

so. i'm doing a masters degree rn, a writing one. it's at the same uni i did my undergrad at, so on day 1 i was like oh ok i know some people but i don't know others, and i'm standing outside the class before we're due to start talking to some people i knew. and this new guy walks up, and my heart falls out of my ass (for lack of a better expression). tall(er than me), dark curls, eyes like paul mescal, lithe, lips that i wanted to superglue myself to. he's on the course too. we introduce ourselves. when we go into the room, he sits next to me. i look to the side at one point and my eyes are ASSAULTED by a glimpse of a silver chain around his neck. oof. i get the subtle feeling that this man may be a problem for me.

nothing huge happens for a while. we talk. we become friends. we get into a routine of walking towards the train stations (we leave from different ones) after classes. we become so close we begin to proof each other's work. he opens up to me during the process, and i reciprocate. he's sensitive in a non-toxic way. he's always down for a group hangout after class. he's a year older than i am. he likes to buy me drinks and gets annoyed when i try to do the same for him, but begrudgingly accepts my politeness - i soon learn just to let him foot the bills. he likes to gently take the piss out of me, see me blush and stutter over my words as i defend myself. i normally hate that, but not from him.

and then we're in a last-minute writing session with some other friends one night - finalising the pieces we've been proofing for each other. he's opposite me, then sits beside me - thighs-touchingly close. pulls my laptop to him and just reads. i tell him there's something i'm not happy with. he says i'm daft for thinking that. while he reads, he praises my work, praises my ideas, praises me, bordering on whispering this directly in my ear. he holds my hand and squeezes it when i leave for the train that night. i read his work when i get home, and praise it in return over text. he tells me i'm being too nice to him.

the next time something happens is at a literary event. at first the table is full of our friends, and then they peel off one by one, until it's me and him and wine and candlelight and vulnerable conversation and supportive arm touches - he likes to do that too, i notice, but he's always initially hesitant, as if i'll mind. i never do. he listens to me fully, looks at me softly but intently, smiles at me like he's discovering joy for the first time. i'm more aware of my heartbeat than i ever have been before. he walks me all the way to my station that night, still talking to me about anything and everything. i give him a music recommendation. he takes it gladly. when we part, there's another arm touch, but it feels like there should've been more.

i don't see him until the new year. his hair is shorter, but it still looks good. he misses an event. i tell him he's missed. he's touched by that. i share an idea for a novel i want to write, and it moves him. he says he loves the way my brain works.

we go to another event. he asks to meet me from the train and get the subway through to the venue. we chat. we laugh. he fake cries when i walk too far ahead of him. we sit, squished like sardines in a tin, on the subway. i think of the Don't Delete The Kisses video and blush. he smiles at me. we walk along to the venue. it's cold, but beautiful. i desperately want to hold his hand. when we reach the queue our friends say our names in the same breath. it sounds like we're together. i like it a lot. we sit next to each other inside - thighs touching, our usual, in the darkness of the theatre. we buy each other drinks, and get a bit tipsy. we laugh at the event, whisper our opinions, turn to each other when we think of something clever. time wears on. he checks his watch, and leans into me. do i want to leave with him now, so we can both get the train home in time? yes. i do. he waits until i buy some merch, then we go - back into the beautiful night, back into the cold. this time, i'm brave, and squish into him to keep him warm. he doesn't say anything, but it doesn't feel weird. he leans on me in the subway - not full head on shoulder, but still. when we get back out into the night and have to part ways, he pulls me into a tight hug and tells me to get home safe. this is new. this is big.

he's quiet the next time we're in class together. neither of us mention the previous weekend, but when he leaves early he reaches his hand out to me, then pulls it away quickly. hmmm.

i get a piece published - the one he praised in my ear. he texts me a congratulations, says i deserve it. the next time i see him, he hangs back in a bust corridor to walk with me and tell me he's proud of me. i preen a bit.

and then i lose him a bit. there's another girl. they're on a work experience module together. she has a complex love life. i think nothing of it, until he appears on her instagram story one day, boyfriend-like in a museum archive room. my heart sinks into my stomach. whatever.

we don't see each other for a fortnight. classes are on a break, deadlines are piling in. and then today. our last classes of the course. we talk as normal. he's hyper. it's cute. we go for drinks with our friends after class - he finally lets me buy him one, but insists on buying the final round. we open up about our work again, bounce ideas around, reassure the other that their plans are great. i can feel myself looking at him adoringly. i want him to talk to me forever. when i talk, he leans his head on the table, tilts it up towards me, smiles tenderly, and looks at me like i hung the moon. my heart swells. it's overwhelming.

he has to leave for a meeting. we won't see each other until we graduate. he tells the group he's bad at keeping in touch with people. i tell him i'll make sure he improves. he giggles. says he'll hold me to that. winks at me, waves to the group, and leaves. i miss him as soon as he walks round the corner. the thought of five months without him makes me want to cry.

he's all i've thought about since i got home. i don't want him to not be in my life. but i don't know what'll happen now.

#mads muses #mads answers asks #personal bits

[mammoneythegreat]

Humans fucking fascinate me bro like- we spawned into a world and used to gather berries and use sharpened sticks to hunt and after all that we made vaccines??? Like??? Huh?? How did we get here??? We used to think diseases were from god or something and now we inject weakened viruses into ourselves to avoid getting sick??? Oh my god

Like

Wow

Yk?? We sent people to the MOON?? We have a building in SPACE?? A building thats a collaboration of countries all over the world?? A building that helped advance science in all aspects of our lives?? We can talk to people in the other side of the world with a few clicks- even this post, who knows how many people from different parts of the world, with different cultures will see it?

From gatherer society to one thats so interconnected and so scientifically advanced in such a short amount of time??

I forgot the details but i read somewhere that it took us longer to discover farming then it took us to go into space(after we found farming) and thats like

wow

We automated almost everything in our lives, so many things can be done without the touch of humans, we take our machines for granted in our day to day lives, not knowing what we would do without them

And thats so impressive

We took pictures of a BLACK HOLE for gods sake. We took pictures of something that aborbs ALL the light around it, and yet we still took a picture of it? We mapped out the universe around us, we sent machines onto planets so that we could do more research

We sent out humans to the roughest places to do science so that we can better our understanding of what goes around us

Do you think life in the south pole is easy? Life in the international space station? Its not but people willingly went there, put themselves in the roughest conditions for science and to better the world around us.

We have shaped our planet to suit our needs and we are working on machines to shape the universe around us, theyre working on a way to mine asteroids currently and do you realise how cool that is?

Human lifespans used to be so short and now we have more then tripled that.

We built structures that might outlast humanity, we sent out plaques with knowledge about humanity hoping it might randomly stumble upon another civilisation. We sent out a voice recording of the different ways human greet eachother with those plaques.

We built robots that sing themselves happy birthday and put them on another planet, thousands of kilometres away from us. We made it so those robots send out poems telling us not to cry after they inevitably run out of charge. Yet we still grieve after them dont we?

We build robots to have human traits, we see animals and give them human traits. Humans are such simple creatures and yet so amazing.

We spawned in, knowing nothing about the world around us. We built kingdoms and watched as they burned, we built empires and watched as they burned, we built so much and watcbed as they burned

But by making mistakes we learned. We learned so much. We learned how to heal ourselves, we learned so much.

And we dreamed

We dreamed of reaching for the stars and we did. We dreamed of reaching for the other planets, and we did.

We accomplished so much and thats just the start. With what we learned from atoms and atomic energy, we are on our way to make so much more. We will never stop learning and thats what makes us so fascinating isint it?

Some say that we improved too much, that the human mind wasnt meant to know this much, or live in such huge communities but that never stopped us did it?

#its 4am #science #space

[fluffbeast7]

I JUST FINISHED OUTER WILDS

AAARRGGH QWq

-spoilers: will be talking about my experience with the game while my brain is still fresh (also im so tired rn, i might do some writing mistakes)

Note: i played the game in my native language so there's a chance i might name things wrong, the game was fully translated even the planets names

I thought ppl were exaggerating when when they talked about how worth it it was to play this game and how they'll "never experience that game for the first time again", because when i started playing it seemed simple, but curiosity hooked me in and i kept playing it

This game made me feel so angry so often,, but the immense feeling of satisfaction when i discovered something new was enough to keep me going

I was lost for most of the game, i was so desperate to know what to do next and the joy to have something CLICKED IN MY BRAIN for what to next was- oml (most of the times that happened because i always forgot to explore places)

I was considering quitting the game because of the controls at first ngl, flying to the sun multiple was not joyful, it took me an embarrassing amount of time to understand how to navigate my ship

Oh and i died the first 60 seconds on my FIRST playthrough

AND WHEN THOSE HORRIBLE FREAKIN HUGE FISH APPEARED OUT OF NO WHERE TO EAT ME- THE ADRENALINE WHEN I JUMPED OUT OF MY SHIP AND THE ANGLER FISH ATE MY SHIP- i was feeling like i was the coolest person in the universe only to die from lack of oxygen not even a bit later on

This game plays a lot with different fears and i discovered that space absolutely terrifies me, after some play sessions i kept looking at the night sky thinking "shit we are all so fucking small aren't we"

I have a huge fear of the dark also that also adds up, also, HATE GOING DEEP IN WATER

Nomai finding the first appearance of hearthians is SO CUTE. They liked their four eyes!!! SOLANUM LIKED OUR FOURTH EYE

At the start when i started to connect the dots i totally thought the game was going to end once i reached the quantum moon, i noticed that thing even before learning what it was. When i DID land on it, it felt so magical but also so scary, to see solanum be the only nomai left, and how she died everywhere, just not at the eye, i wish i could see her face

And it's so weird cuz, i saw solanum's writing from when she was a kid, i think? Maybe she could have survived? I dont even understand how she HALF died, if we can see her body at every planet, does it mean we also have an alternative version of ourselves in other planets at the quantum moon!? How does that even work I DON'T UNDERSTAND

The ending was amazing but just a little confusing, i didn't understand what's going on fully, but maybe i didn't need to understand, I'm sure even the characters in the game didn't understand what was going on completely too

#rambles #spoilers #outer wilds

[thepropertylovers]

A Conversation at the Airport

It was 6 am and we were standing in line waiting to board our plane.

Because of our kids, we’re the first to line up when they call for people who need extra time getting on the plane. It always takes us so much longer because of all our bags (we refuse to check bags and always do carry-ons and yes, we can fit everything we need no matter how long the trip is) and it’s actually been so nice since we’ve been traveling as a family more this year.

While we were lining up, there was a small delay; they had called for us too soon, so we stood there a little longer waiting to walk on the runway. While we were waiting, this woman behind me, dressed in a brown cashmere sweater and form-fitting khaki pants, asked how old our children were.

She did so with a smile on her face and I could tell she had been watching them for the last few minutes. I told her their ages and she said, “Oh I remember how fun those ages are! Be sure to enjoy every minute of it because they grow up so fast.” That last line is one I’ve heard probably 100 times just in the last year, and it’s one I’ve come to expect from other parents. After the first few times of it being told to me, I almost started to begin to roll my eyes because it’s such a cliche statement, right? But then it didn’t take me long to realize they were right.

Time moves so quickly with small children and they and their interests change on a daily basis. It’s confusing because on one hand, I love it. I love to see them discover new things and grow and watch how their little minds process things and learn. But on the other hand, there is a part of me that longs for them to be little forever. I’m so used to them being at this stage in their lives that I forget how small Anna was when she came to us, or how Allan talked when he was four. Little details like those I want to remember forever if I can help it.

The woman told me she had two children but they’re adults now. She said she loved those younger years so much and misses them, but then she told me something else:

She said it’s so much fun to do life with her children now that they’re older. To have a glass of wine with them. To hear about their dating life and job. She said the other night her son, who was maybe mid 20’s, called her after a first date and they talked on the phone for 45 minutes about how it went. How fun and comforting is that?

I told her she must know she did something right as a parent when her adult son calls his mom to talk about a date he just went on as if he was calling his best friend. She laughed and said she agreed.

PJ and I talk about our kids getting older and how much fun it’ll be to experience them as adults, much like how the woman described it to me. She confirmed something that we were already looking forward to, and I was grateful for our little five minute exchange at six in the morning.

I have thought about our conversation on and off for the last week, each time getting more and more excited to just do life with Allan, Riah and Anna, knowing that there were maybe a million different lives where if we had just done one thing differently, we may not have them now. It’s as if the planets aligned and everything came together at the perfect time just so we could could call ourselves a family.

It’s little conversations like the one I had with the woman at the airport that remind me how lucky we are to have them.

[ratherbefangirling]

Hello again! Here are the informations you asked for, to make the scenario. And I want to genuinely thank you for patienly listened to me and put your time and effort in this. I really appreciate it♥

A. What inspires you or what are you passionate about?

Ans.

Well, making future plans and goals and how to accomplish them by thoroughly planning on that. I'm a person who knows what I want and like to go after that. And I like challenges/ healthy competition, when I compete with someone, that pushes me to do better every time.

I'm passionate about chess and music.

B. What do your friends or those close to you think about you?

Ans.

From one of my close one who knows me very well:- they find me as an Interesting person who is smart and intelligent. They also find me kind and soft spoken but definitely someone people don't wanna mess with. Someone who is very introverted person, a first learner, good listner, good at analysis, honest/straight forward, loyal. They also think I'm not someone who express their feelings. They think I have an amazing singning voice and very good at painting over all they think I'm creative. They think I'm a clean freak (I don't think I'm) they also add that I kinda give vibes like Ayanokoji from classroom of the elite + Near from death note (both are anime characters) , I have dark sense of humor.

One of my friend says:- I'm a very reserved person, usually I don't express myself that easily until and unless it is necessary, sensitive, introvert but friendly. I give off a really nice vibe once we are friends. Calm and kind hearted. They also find me very funny.

C. which is your favourite trope or classic or fairytale or a bts ship?

Ans.

Well, actually I don't have much knowledge on this so I searched it and come up with some which I like to read-

I really like friends/best friends to lovers trope

Stuck together trope

Sometimes strangers to lovers

Sometimes love triangle

Sometimes soul mate trope

Gazing in each others eye/looking away blushing(idk if it's a trope or not?)

There is only one bed (is this also a trope? I'm not sure)

Oh and I also enjoy vampire AU.

No, I don't like any BTS ships.

D. If it was the last day on earth and you had the freedom to do anything what would you do?

Ans.

It's kinda tricky question. I never thought about this and don't think I have a proper answer to give you. I don't know the reason why it's my last day on earth but I would definitely try to survive till my last breath.

And if I have the freedom to do anything then I will most likely develop a system which will improve this world, this society for the better future and unfold all the mysteries which is yet to discover and do the things which is needed to be done.

Thank you and take care! ♡

Hello Diya,

Thanks for cooperating with me, I'm glad I asked these questions because one they have really given me a better insight to your personality because who others think we are and what we think about ourselves may be very different. And second you seem to like learning things so I guess this is a chance. You have probably not been a fiction reader that long so welcome to the world of infinite possibilities.

Usually I would not do a very specific request but you've been very active so as to say like you reblog without me having to tell you and you took the initiative to ask about my reasoning which I really admire so I'm going to do this for you.

Hope you like it.

You met Jungkook at your cousins wedding. The affair was a high end invite only affair.

Apparently your cousin was marrying his older brother. When it's time to take photos, you try your best not to look his way in an effort to not make him uncomfortable because in that suit he had every bit of the appeal you'd expect from a superstar.

When your eyes do meet as you shuffle around according to the photographers instruction he smiles and you pass a polite one.

As the night wears on you both find yourselves in a corner food on your plates from the buffet. While you didn't eat a lot the food here was high quality and the perfect excuse to run away from all nosy relatives.

A look of understanding passes between you and Jungkook and as the night deepens so does your conversation.

Ultimately you have to leave so you don't think k much of it.

He had been going through a slump when he first met you but when his brother announced a baby shower he knew at least he wouldn't be alone alone but really he was just happy to meet you again. You just made his creative juices flow.

So you met and laughed and talked and even exchanged numbers because he needed to find his phone he thought he lost. It was in the coat that had been discarded since the very beginning in favor of karaoke.

The very next day you get a meme and its funny and then there is Jungkook who had thought of you when he saw it.

Even though later you learn sending him a text through his games might be more effective.

And then you're dating which starts very fancy very thrilling but ends up being with movies at one of your houses real quick.

Somehow not only does Jungkook confess before leaving for military but also hands you his house key

"What if I steal stuff?" You ask

"You already have stolen my hear I wonder what you'll find in there worth stealing."

But when you do see the state of his apartment, you begin to understand why he wasn't bothered except that he really trusts you.

Its a very disgruntled apartment.

With a variety of homeless objects. I say homeless because he has them stacked in the corner of his living room.

Paintings bought with joon. Cutlery set by jin. Mixing equipment gifted by yoongi. Colorful clothes by hobi and some from old sets. Jewellery made with Jimin. Plushie he won from beating Taehyung at an amusement park.

And not to mention mattresses everywhere.

He is slightly abashed and rubs the back of his neck.

"The lighting is soothing." You complement.

"It helps me relax." He replies.

You nod and then he orders takeout. Eating your fill and marveling how many calories Jungkook could consume and still maintain that waist.

You both lie down on the mattress. After he is done cleaning up.

"I love you." He confesses

And you might want to hold back the reply because of how uncertain the future seems. But you look into his bright eyes and the teasing smile and maybe at the lip piercing.

"I love you too."

#bts fanfic #bts au #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarios #bts ship game #bts ship game 2.0

[raccoonco]

inspired by another post i saw, here are some things, which i assumed were universal when i was growing up, but have since come to realize are attributable to a CDD:

-certain names, other than my own, made me think, “these belong to me”. that’s not to say i was fond of them, plus i knew nobody with these identities.. but still, when i heard people mention them, they seemed to catch the attention of my subconscious. i had no desire to change my name, they were just… yknow… “my names although they aren’t mine”

-i used to label myself as genderfluid… but i only sometimes felt that label was accurate. funnily enough, it was just because the “girl days” were actually just a girl who knew she was a girl and didn’t understand why she might identify otherwise (we now know where that label came from :P us of other genders)

-suddenly feeling a vague “presence”, this was often unsettling, but sometimes, instead, it was comforting. this was/is a near-daily occurrence, but when rooms were quiet it was especially notable. when talking i’ve always found it easier to try and focus on the other person’s words (as difficult as that can be) than to focus on constructing my own sentences, but still, i always have long and full conversations with people. it’s not very often that i recall them.

-physically going to places without knowing why, and, upon arrival, acting with such little effort that one would assume i’d planned every detail of an objective far in advance… in reality, i didn’t know where i was headed or why until i got there. i’d sometimes notice my actions flowing without any forethought, but still with unusual precision.. almost as if part of a lifelong routine, even though the situations were totally alien to me.

-reoccurring characters i drew from ages 6-16, with no ties to any story or plot or central idea, beyond a name, a visual, and a “Feeling.”. i knew what their homes looked like, and it was always just like mine, but nicer. or they were homeless. or most often they were from a different universe altogether. i knew that their families were just like mine, but different. in the few written stories i found, i wrote of real-world issues and experiencess.. which i should have no reason to write so confidently about. i taught myself how to draw in all of my free time (and even when i was supposed to be doing other stuff) because it was so important to me that i represent these guys in the physical world. “i” also picked my clothes based purely on what “reminded me” of my “characters”. when i discovered 8tracks and the ability to make playlists, i would obsessively listen and look for new songs that seemed to tell their story. id take the lyrics not as prompts but as the character telling me their story directly. i’d always think of THEM when listening to music, never my own struggles.

-that leads straight into how i (before learning methods of communication with the headmates who are willing to humour my life choices) used to rely on music in order to go about my daily life… losing focus at best, having life-threatening panic attacks out of seemingly nowhere at worst. the worst was not uncommon. i’m sure that suddenly “waking up“ mid-activity could cause anyone to panic. but, hey, over years we found different artists, songs, or even certain tropes/motifs, which seemed to prevent this, even just singing them to ourselves in our head. now i just suppose certain audio and lyrics just call different alters to front, because it’s never been organized by mood or genre, but we’ve had hundreds of playlists throughout the years. oh, how easy it is to delete entire playlists or add songs TO them, but on the flip side, to discover new stuff as well.

-randomly deleting old conversations, destroying certain artwork with no apparent reason and being seriously upset by this option next day

-going to casually chat with a friend only to find they’re upset with me (or thought i was upset with them) and i had absolutely no idea why because they’d say shit like “you know what you did”…. and if they were decent enough to believe me when i said i didnt know, i was still legitimately clueless because i had no memory of whatever the incident was

#cofront.blog

[scribeforchrist-blog]

True Compass

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Philippians 1:9 And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight,

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ John 8:12 Again, Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness but will have the light of life.”

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM FOLLOWING MY COMPASS

I AM FOCUSED ON GOD

I AM LOVED

GOD IS MY COMPASS

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THOUGHTS:

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     So the other day, I  was teaching my nephew about the compass, He didn't quite understand it, so I explained to him that this used to be used and is still used by hikers to get to one place and another. He said okay, I understand; the Chinese invented the very “ first magnetic compass during the Han dynasty back in 206 BC," and the reason why this was so important was that people during that time needed a compass for everything: fishermen, people that were walking to discover new land and much needed as well this was their Siri or Alexa, it was what they needed to know where to go, and if they were lost it showed them which way to go before this people would use the stars.

 This item was so important during those times; now we have something different. We have GPS, Google Maps, and Yelp, and we can even put the address in on Google, and it will take us to multiple sites that will get us to where we need to be. We have no reason to be lost, right?

  Some of us are still lost; we are lost when it comes to staying connected with God, but even today, we have it so easy. We have apps that will read us the Bible . If we dont feel like reading, we have even podcasts. We have all these resources to keep us connected to God. Still, some of us dont even want to use them; just like a compass that was needed to find a home, we dont have to look no further when it comes to building a connection with God; we have to make ourselves available, a lot of time we dont like to free our schedule to do it, we dont like to even try , we just say oh well I get it another day. The next day becomes the next and the next day.

    When we are in need, we expect God to give us what we need promptly right? So why can't we do that? Why can't we connect with God? What we find important, we will make time for and other things we say better luck next time.

  Acts 17:27 That they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us"

   This verse tells us God isn't far from us at all; we have to seek him and open our hearts to change and open our heart to his presence in our life; when we open our word up and say Holy Spirit, teach me when we say Holy Spirit show me what you want me to learn usually when we say this the Holy Spirit starts to teach us because we are then yielding to God just like Solomon when he heard the lord call him, he said here I am, how many of you are saying that to God here I am, how many of you are saying I am ready father.

  Some of us can't say this because we aren't ready, and God has made it easy. He says come as you are, you dont have to change anything, come as you are, and I will take care of you, and a lot of them still dont want to do that. We figure we have to get one last drink or one last hit in or one last hoorah, but God is saying no, not none of this. Bring me everything you have, and let me be there for you. Isaiah  1:18 “Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”

  He says I know  that your sins are scarlet, but I  will make them white as snow. He says, dont worry about what you look like, dont worry about what sins you committed; just come, and I will make you as white as snow. We have to start finding our way back to the lord and using everything we can do; some of us have lost our way because we allow things of this world to steer us away, and sometimes we  have to get on our knees and tell him why, tell him how much you love him,  tell him what you need from him, and tell him what’s keeping you from him.

  John 8:12 Again, Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

    The Holy Spirit wants to connect with us when we pray. This is the moment to tell him, not pretend like everything is okay because it isn't, but this is the moment to hold on to our compass, our guide, our shepherd, and say if you show me the way, I’ll go, if you help, I stay here I will stay, some of us are letting this world change us and allowing this world to tell us. Still, we can't when we hold to our compass, which is Jesus. That compass will always tell you the right way if you can read it, and that's what the Holy Spirit will do for us spiritually. He will tell us the right way if we know how to listen. Can you hear him?

   ***Today, what is your compass in this world? What is leading you around? Is it this world and its beliefs? Is it your money, or are the relationships we build leading you? Many of us need the accurate compass, Christ, but we won’t stop and say he is what we need; we are so blinded and comfortable with how our life is we won’t dare give him the opportunity. Why? We won’t dare say I need him more. Why? We won’t dare say I am lost without him. Why? Is it because of pride, or do we think the compass is too hard to read? Christ isn’t hard at all to understand. It’s our flesh that we have to say stop to, it’s our flesh that we have to resist, and that’s what blocks us; if you feel that you have lost your way and compass, tell him that in prayer, he can’t lead if we aren’t willing to look and listen. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for today; we ask you to forgive us for the sins we have committed. Forgive us if we have allowed life to be our compass instead of you. Lord, lead us. We are yielding to you! Please help us to become better every day. Lord, we want you to guide us through it all. We know we are wrong, and we want to change, Father. Please help us to stay focused on you! Lord, we surrender everything. Lord, we thank you for life, health, and strength. We thank you for everything in Jesus' Name Amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ Proverbs 11:14 Where there is no guidance, a people falls, but in an abundance of counselors there is safety.

+ John 3:3 Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.”

+ Psalm 27:11 Teach me your way, O Lord, and lead me on a level path because of my enemies.

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FURTHER READINGS

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PROVERBS 4

MATTHEW 10

DEUTERONOMY 5

2 KINGS 8

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