#for a sense of comfort or escapism or nostalgia or all three

[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Overview - Fix-it

Sometimes a fic is a love letter to canon. And sometimes it's a strongly worded letter about ways it could improve. And sometimes it's both! Let's look at nine fix-its.

Title: of monsters and mobs Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35531965/chapters/88577524 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: catscradyl Relationships: Dream & Charlie Dalgleish Characters: Charlie Dalgleish, Dream, Niki Nihachu, DropsByPonk, Jack Length of the work: 13,765 (incomplete fic) Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fix-It, Friendship, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort Type: Fic Summary: Somewhere far off in the tundra, Charlie and Dream find each other first.

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Title: Good News! Ghostbur Comic Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: sidecast Relationships: Ghostbur & Technoblade, Ghostbur & Niki, Ghostbur & Tommy Characters: Ghostbur Length of the work: Not applicable Genre: Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Fix-It, Fluff, Family, Friendship, Found Family Type: Art Summary: Ghostbur happy ending comic! Based on blackout poetry of Wilbur's post about Ghostbur's limbo. 

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Title: dive out of nothing (and into more) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48652270/chapters/122725408 Fandom: Empires SMP Author: ahautism Relationships: FalseSymmetry & Oli OrionSound Characters: FalseSymmetry, Oli OrionSound Length of the work: 11,987 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Apocalyptic AU Type: Fic Summary: When Oli realizes he’s been left behind on Empires after all the others have left – yes, again – his first reaction is annoyance. It’s very repetitive of them. When False realizes she’s been left behind on Empires after all the others have left, having been asleep for three months, her first reaction is fear. Her sister must be behind this. When they both realize they’re not entirely alone, and that the world is dissolving around them with no way out, they are forced to come together to try and escape, and discover they have more in common than either of them could ever expect. What better way to forge an unlikely friendship than the end of the world?

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Title: The Hermit Canyon Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34015639/chapters/84605263 Fandom: Crossover Fandom Author: redcursive Relationships: Cubfan135 & CaptainPuffy, Joe Hills & ZombieCleo, Zedaph & ImpulseSV & TangoTek, CaptainPuffy & Hermitcraft ensemble Characters: Hermitcraft ensemble, Cubfan135, Zedaph, ImpulseSv, Tangotek, Xisumavoid, Joe Hills, Zombiecleo, Eret, CaptainPuffy, Dream Length of the work: 54164 words Genre: Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Fix-It Type: Fic Summary: Stranded in a foreign server after a trip through the Infinity Portal leaves them lost and their admin gravely ill, the Hermits make themselves at home in the crater where L'Manberg used to be. The Dream SMP natives are terrified and concerned about the new cryptid..

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Title: Consequences of the Dead Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30643691/chapters/75602693 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: Lisbis Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Philza, Wilbur Soot & Quackity Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity Length of the work: 66432 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Canon-Divergent, Fix-It, Found Family, Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Superhero/Superpower AU, Dimension Travel AU Type: Fic Summary: Wilbur rolls his eyes. “I’m just patching you up out of some misplaced sense of guilt or nostalgia or whatever; after this, you can try and arrest me again as much as you want-” “Nostalgia?” Tommy interrupts. He squints at the figure, all confusing tangents and cynical jokes, the bird still perched on his head. “What, do I know you or something?” Wilbur’s face darkens. He reaches out a hand, rubbing absently at a long slash going through his trench coat, a tear in the seams of it all. Tommy stills. “No,” the villain finally mutters with a brittle laugh. “No, you don’t.” … Or: Superhero AU in which Wilbur, upon waking up in an alternate universe, accidentally becomes a villain. Maybe not a very good one, though - he remains insanely, outrageously protective over the very heroes (and vigilante) hunting him down.

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Title: Hesperides (series) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3891895 Fandom: Crossover Fandom Author: shortfeather Relationships: Jimmy & Tango, fWhip & Jimmy, Grian & Jimmy & Pearl & Lizzie, Joel & Scott, Pearl & Tango, Joel/Lizzie, Lizzie & fWhip Characters: Jimmy, Tango, Grian, Lizzie, fWhip, Pearl, Joel, Scott Length of the work: 26,236 words (incomplete series) Genre: Canon-Divergent, Crossover, Fix-It Type: Fic Series Summary: When a rogue Enderman threatens to end Jimmy's life, and Tango's with it, he tries something desperate to spare his soulmate his own stupidity.

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Title: Mirror Mesa \ That I'm alive again Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45596194/chapters/114732973 Fandom: Empires SMP Author: Ace_of_arthropods Relationships: Smallishbeans & Solidarity, Smallishbeans & Smallishbeans Characters: Smallishbeans, Solidarity Length of the work: 7183 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Fix-It Type: Fic Summary: In which the king of Mezalea takes a thousand-year depression nap, and wakes up in a world where everything seems just a little bit off.

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Title: (this is) hungry work Rating: M-rated, listed as E for the purposes of matching. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33034354/chapters/81996970 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: bluenote Relationships: Quackity/Schlatt, Connor&Schlatt, Karl/Sapnap Characters: Quackity, Schlatt, Niki, Connor, Karl, Sapnap, Tubbo, Tommy, Jambo (the cat) Length of the work: 36,965 words Genre: AU, Canon-Divergent, Character Study, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fix-It, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Slow Burn, Smut Type: Fic Summary: After surviving his heart attack and being forced to get sober, Schlatt gains some empathy. He also gains some weight. Those two things seem to be inextricably linked.

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Title: i think i would like a quiet life Link: here Fandom: Dream SMP Author: pidgedee Relationships: tommy&a healing arc Characters: TommyInnit Length of the work: not applicable Genre: Canon-Compliant, Character Study, Fix-It Type: Art Summary: A gentle-ending poem comic about c!Tommy.

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#Nomination Overview

[user1286]

Gods of Disappointment: Part 2: Not a Single Memory?

Summary: About a few days after escaping Asgard, the Thor family rests. Thrud sleeps, the brothers sit and relax, and Sif gets nostalgic.

A/N:  HHHHH I just have ONE final left, and I should be getting some more shit done soon. hopefully fjdkakfmjnvav. Also idk where to put this butt uhhh I finally got an ao3 account and am also gonna be posting these there so :D

Ok u can read now

“Don’t you two think this is a familiar feeling?” Sif smiled, feeling a warm sense of nostalgia hugging her shoulders, opposite to the bonfire in front of her. She looked down on her lap where Thrud’s head rested as she was sleeping. 

Magni stopped carving at a stick, and Modi – with his back on a log, and his arms behind his neck – both stared in front of themselves at their mother; only with blank faces.

With silence punching, Sif hesitated for a moment, but continued anyway.

“Don’t you two remember before Thrud? When your father and I took you out camping?”

No response came from either of the two men, their faces looking as if they were frozen to stone.

Sif gently brushed a strand of hair off Thrud’s face. She thought to herself, they were very young when we did that… Sif’s eyebrows rose as an idea struck her. “I think now is a safe time to reveal why I’ve been hiding these all over Midgard while we’ve been running…” Sif pulled from her belt a bag with a gentle wooden clang. Being pulled out from the bag was a small wooden horse, which Sif handed to Magni, and then a small wooden bear to Modi.

“If Odin found these, he would think of them as just some abandoned toys… But to your father and I, they mean the world to us. That’s how he can track us down without Odin finding us… It’s vague enough for him not to care, but enough for your father to know where we might have been headed.”

Sif looked at the toys and gently smiled. “You two used to be obsessed with these…” Sif chuckled,”...We had to teach you how to carve your names in those, just so you would stop getting confused and fight over which was yours…”

Sif noticed the expressions on her sons’ faces. They were not pleased. Modi’s face showed he was puzzled by the bear, and Magni only stared through the horse, as if he were watching something behind it. Sif could only frown with her mouth slightly agape. With desperation, she tried to jog their memories one more time.

“Y-you both remember your toys’ names, don't you?” She looked to Magni as he passed the horse back to her, not saying a word, and nodding a no. “Your horse,,, You named it Bjorn…” Sif turned her head from Magni, “Modi?”

For a moment there was a pause, but Modi answered.

“No?” An eyebrow was raised on Modi’s face, his eyes carefully scanning the bear. “I mean…” His head tilted. “It looks… Familiar?” A few seconds passed until the confusion on Modi’s face faded into one that was almost offended. As if the bear threatened him and his safety, he quickly passed the bear back to his mother. “No. I-I don’t remember it. I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Are you sure?” Sif questioned as she put the bear and horse back into the pouch.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Modi quickly answered.

Sif observed and looked at the two again, by then noticing how… uncomfortable they seemed. With his knife and stick still on the ground, Magni blankly stared ahead at nothing, picking at his fingers. Modi was no different, only staring at the ground and holding himself, very not so subtly trying to comfort himself as he had tucked his body into a ball. 

The suffocating silence filled the rest of the night, with all three having been put off by the conversation.   

A/N: I FORGOR TO ADD FJDFLKAJ I’ll make a quick masterlist for part 1, but since this is just part 2, u can just search in my Hashtags for the title of the fic and u should find it there :)

#excerpts are fun to do :D #magni and modi #gow #sif gow #magni gow #modi gow #thrud gow #magni god of war #modi god of war #god of war #hein’s writing shit #farts and combusts into flames #gods of disappointment

[space--cadet-glow]

Inktober: "The 31 Days of Vaati" 2023 (MASTERPOST)

Here are the links to all 31 parts of my 2023 "31 Days of Vaati" Inktober series!

(Masterpost of years 2017 to 2022 HERE).

"Another Brick in the Wall, Part Zero" In which, Vaati holds some forget-me-nots.

2. "When the Tigers Broke Free, Part One" In which, Vaati is stalked by the Running Gag Cat.

3. "In the Flesh, Part One" In which, Vaati welcomes you to his strange show-- his life's story.

4. "The Thin Ice" In which, Vaati's past slowly comes back to haunt him.

5. "Another Brick in the Wall, Part One" In which, Minish Vaati begins adding bricks to his Wall. 6. "When the Tigers Broke Free, Part Two" In which, Minish Vaati hands over everything to Hylian Vaati.

7. "Good-bye, Blue Sky" In which, Vaati awaits the on-coming storm. Sort of.

8. "The Happiest Days of Our Lives" In which, Minish Vaati tries to escape Ezlo's wrath.

9. "Another Brick in the Wall, Part Two" In which, Minish Vaati decides he's done with Ezlo's influence. 10. "Mother" In which, Vaati marks out pictures of his past.

11. "What Shall We Do Now?" In which, Vaati ponders on the various ways he can build up his Wall.

12. "Empty Spaces" In which, Nostalgia and Migraine help Vaati fill those holes in his Wall.

13. "Young Lust" In which, Vaati and Octavo go on a midnight rendezvous.

14. "One of My Turns" In which, Vaati drives Octavo away and is all alone.

15. "Don't Leave Me Now" In which, Vaati laments chasing everyone away. But Migraine's still here…?

16. "Another Brick in the Wall, Part Three" In which, Migraine tries to cheer Vaati up, but it's much too late.

17. "Good-bye, Cruel World" In which, Vaati completes his Wall and is in perfect isolation.

18. "Hey You" In which, Vaati is utterly alone and is contemplating ways to go beyond his Wall.

19. "Is There Anybody Out There?" In which, Vaati slowly begins to wonder if there's truly no way out from behind the Wall.

20. "Nobody Home" In which, Vaati is unavailable. Please send your message to Old Minish, care of the Funny Farm, Tyloria…

21. "Vera" In which, Vaati continues to blot out his past, even behind his protective Wall.

22. "Bring the Boys Back Home" In which, Vaati continues to beg for help. The Wall is strong.

23. "Comfortably Numb" In which, Vaati has finally given up on having a good past and is wallowing in misery.

24. "The Show Must Go On" In which, Vaati contemplates becoming a monster.

25. "In the Flesh, Part Two" In which, sorcerer Vaati returns with a vengeance.

26. "Run Like Hell" In which, Vaati begins his reign of terror. God help us all.

27. "Waiting for the Worms" In which, Vaati's next target is Vaati. Wait, what?

28. "Stop" In which, Vaati comes to his senses and puts an end to his reign of terror.

29. "The Trial" In which, Vaati goes on trial for his misdeeds, and the verdict is to tear down his Wall.

30. "Outside the Wall" In which, Vaati accepts the loss of his Wall and steps outside, finally free.

31. "A Few Spare Bricks" In which, Vaati and Octavo dress as Belafu and Wazukyan for Halloween!

#the bard of light rants #vaati #inktober #minish cap #inktober2023 #inktober 2023 #the 31 days of vaati #the minish cap #the legend of zelda

[worldwithoutmiracles]

Feeding My ADHD

grocery shopping, cooking, and eating is a constant struggle for me, like it is for many people with ADHD. it’s so mentally draining to feed myself, which leads to the ““hilarious”” cycle where I put it off, thus becoming physically exhausted, which increases my mental exhaustion, which leaves even less energy to feed myself, and so on and so on until I either pass out or order takeout. and when I do go out to eat, in an attempt to get some dopamine, I’ll base my purchase entirely on novelty (spicy, sour, or unbearably sweet food; eating food with a theme or based on a recent fixation; trying a new ingredient I’ve never eaten; ordering the thing on the menu I can’t pronounce; eating from nostalgia from childhood; insane food combinations [e.g. got a kimchi and peanut butter sandwich yesterday]; something with bright colors, bonus if rainbow; something over-the-top or actively on fire; the house special; three courses, etc.).

I’ve been wondering if there is something specific about eating that aggravates my executive dysfunction.

I think a big part of it is that “food” is always somewhere on my to-do list, and I never actually get to check it off. as much as I might put off making a phone call or taking out the trash, at least once I do it, it stays done, either forever or at least for a few days, long enough for even my time blindness to register. after doing the task, there is a time where I am free, and the task gets to be “done” in my brain. but food! give it 4 hours, and no matter how good you’ve done “food”, you’ll have to do it again. every day. multiple times a day. there is no escape from it, and it’s horrible. I fall into intermittent fasting and eating only one meal a day naturally, just out of mental fatigue.

I get very anxious and always feel like I’m wasting money when I shop for groceries or go out to eat. it feels like chucking money into a furnace. it feels like a waste, even though it, y’know, keeps me alive. which made me wonder: does some of my struggle to feed myself ultimately come back to low self-value?

after all, paying for food is exactly like chucking money into a furnace, where the furnace is my body and as long as the fire burns I stay alive. staying alive is a good thing (citation needed). if I don’t appreciate being alive, then of course I will never get a sense of accomplishment from feeding myself, just an anxiety that I’m wasting money on something without ever actually achieving it. if I saw eating more clearly, as the life-sustaining action it really is, and if I more actively valued being alive... I think part of my problem is that I don’t currently care enough about my health, happiness, comfort, and right to exist to make the time and space and budget to feed myself every day.

it’s hard for me to see value in every day. I have a lot of days where I jump from distraction to distraction, just trying to avoid my thoughts and make time pass in hopes tomorrow will bring some epiphany or better brain chemistry. it makes sense that on days like that I would see little value in eating to stay alive. maybe if I find a way to live a life I’m proud of, to have more good days, I will find a will to feed myself. but in the meantime, I thank god for Cap’n Crunch (o cap’n my cap’n)

#adhd #adult adhd #actually adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiverse #food #disordered eating #journalling #figuring stuff out #I hope #or just talking in circles #text post #long post #you know my style

[meandmyechoes]

There's more on production design than costumes but all in all a very enlightening and informative talk on inspirations and the design process!

timestamps below

00:22 How do you work with the story group to make sure fans of the lore are served without excluding the newer fans?

LH: we don't start from the basis of it being fanservice

crew includes a mix of passionate fans and people with no context. we are all filmmakers and focus on character work first, then look at what from sw can be put in there.

Luthen's collection works together to tell the story of lost culture

Never are we led by [that = fanservice], but things that enrich the environment should be there

02:03 Coruscant

Q: three main settings:

Syril's home, ISB, Mon Mothma

aotc: bright, saturated neon colours - a welcoming environment

andor: brutalist, minimal modernism, some art deco in MM -

an "anti-coruscant"

LH: the hardest to do

avoid CGI because we want a place that exist.

the core principle of Coruscant is height (upper, middle, lower) then it become character led

ref vertical cities like Tokyo and NY, what is their language, what makes them interesting?

the goal is not to make (RM's) it should smell like that, have that nostalgia and fit in SW, but shouldn't feel futuristic or scifi.

I want to understand it as a place that can really exists, not always leading away from it but a place we can inhabit.

first decide on the materials: hard, monochromatic, concrete, steel, glass -> inhumane, total lack of organic materials, and you build it up to realize what works or not

Eddy's: i reckon she bought that apartment 20 years ago, she had a view of Coruscant and then the whole city grew up around her and it got lost like she did.

Baker-like cream vs. clinical sterility of the ISB vs. Mon's… values of her Chandrilan culture but also lack of comfort (the embassy is given to her)

MW: want to build real societies. thought about the texture, culture, materials, technology of each planet -> stratified? diverse? levels of society?

every background player has a story and a reason to be on screen

06:57 Happy accidents on costuming?

less of accidents and more endless discussion and thinking about things

everything needs to have a logic and reason to be onscreen because they are under so much scrutiny

08:14 How did you design Narkina 5? What does the design of oppression look like to you?

LH: prison to a me like a cross between an abattoir and a laboratory, like a labour camp, you can't escape from it, like Alcatraz if it was a lab.

the Panopticon logic of turning the organic people be the fuel of the machine, the disposable element

makies it more interesting, more THX1138 than the obvious grungy prison

love making white sets: photograph beautifully, things pop more, have a sinister nature.

earthiness of Ferrix vs. organics of highlands vs. trapped sterility of prison

MW: Luke and I talked about How do those wielding the power use the environment to oppress, intimidate and disorientate?

The part of white on white: there's nowhere to hide, it's horrific, you lose your sense of depth -> disempowered by this soul-destroying environment.

we also spend lots of time on developing this fabric that's utilitarian, disposable, feels like they just peel them off at the end of the day. they are treated like cattle, "host down", sterilized and they are given a fresh one for the next day.

all of these details eat away at you psychologically.

11:38 Visual style of Andor

How close did you want to get to what we've already seen?

What motifs do you know you want to work in when creating the world of Andor?

LH: we don't start that way around. when i met tony it was like, 'we're gonna make a star wars show but it's not gonna be like any star wars show you've watched.'

it was challenging when you figure out it means going into people's apartment and bathrooms to work with them.

keep the tangibility of the OT, then looking at R1's grittiness, and a sense of modernity that could compete with other shows, and make work the drama/chc but maintaining the nostalgia of SW without having it becoming as if 'selecting things from a catalogue just for it to feel SW'

It was about enhancing what was there and fleshing it out to feel like you could walk and live with these people, and hopefully forget about it at times, forget that you're watching SW, and be reminded of it.

13:35 Costuming

MW: knew as soon as we had the script we knew we had to create a new look to go with the layers and complexity of the characters.

the established costume language of SW was there.

Use the established uniform to ground us firmly into the SW world.

15:06 There is an abundance of personal rooms/belongings, how do you approach setting those space versus a public one? What were you trying to communicate about their lives?

LH:

Maarva: the home used to be function when Cassian was younger, but with him drifting and her husband's death, and the shop closing, her world gets smaller till it centralized around her chair

Eedy: she bought it box-fresh, you can get upgrades and plug-ins to the apartment and over time, it aged and (BAY-ta-lye)

a home salon you never see in S1, things that you feel relatable but in the SW language. It always start with the chc.

MW: Luke design spaces like the character designed them. He thinks about who they are and what they want to project in their interior. I try to do the same with the costumes.

It's the difference b/w wearing something in terms of structure and how it makes you feel compared to something like layers that you can disappear in.

e.g. Cass was hiding, disappearing in his clothes, then his arc is to become closer to the hero we know from R1, little bit he reveals himself more, the coat becomes more tailored, longer lines, shoulders are squared out, a very subtle, subliminal transformation he goes through.

18:45 Syril's costuming and his own customization

within the constricts (blurring of individual) of the uniform, people can still find ways to express themselves.

on one end, guys working in the ball pen and jaded office workers, not at all engaged, their costumes are enzyme-wash to fade out, unironed, no pride in their appearance. On the other end of the spectrum is Syril who tailors and tweaks and personalize it to express who he wants to project and who he wants to be. We made his costume subtly more rigid, more sculpted, freshly pressed, slightly brighter colour.

21:00 how do you go from Chernobyl (a raw story) to the SW show (pre-established lore)?

LH: the process is the same for whatever project it is. the similarity between the two projects is there are a lot of research. with Cbyl you don't want to lost and become a documentarian. Cbyl had finished scripts but on Tony was taking on it when I started, so we were building it the same time he was writing.

It's about character, and environment and storytelling, and it was mood and tone.

we wanted this to have sort of a journalistic logic. you approach it like you're dealing with building up every character's reality and atst we're making fiction/drama. The material is a bit lighter on Star Wars and the world is much greater varied. From a design pov, they are both rabbit holes. the only similarity is you run out of time, I'd love to create bigger set but at some point you'd have to shoot it.

24:11 filming real-world location/what's the consideration for location scouting?

LH: I'd love to do more on location. But it was hard to have a large crew on site and in a pandemic, so we ended up building a lot more [sets] than we initially intended.

I don't want to do a desert, but I want somewhere where the landscape spoke for itself. What if we have a planet that looks like the Scottish highlands? Then we were looking at dams and there's this one that always feels like a blight on the landscape. It just felt very imperal. The whole Aldahni sequence was then based around that idea. It was an imperial stronghold there and so on.

Barbican has both the weight and texture that felt right for a megacity like Coruscant but also felt right for a certain level - the middle.

We don't approach a location on the basis of pure concpet, it was always about enhancing the real place and how we can put it in the wider world of Coruscant, how we can do shots that you'd do in a real city and not in a CGI environment.

I always said the best place to do Coruscant would be Paris becaus you got the scale and style of certain aspects of Corsucant. (it's [slimpickins] in London ???? can't understand this part)

[audience talks about how turning a corner you see a structure featured in the show] yeah with Barbican you are a little more limitied, a little more, targeted, i suppose. What I'm always looking for when piecing together Coruscant was Journeys. So again it wasn't like 'Oh, let's stand here and have a conversation with the city in the background' or sth like that. Barbican actually gives you a lot in terms of Joruenys: Syril going home is one of my favourite. This place in London I don't remeber the name of, it's like a bridgeless estate, we made it go much further down and give it that elevation and that sense of depression.

It's really hard, I want to shoot more on location but more often we pull back and use the real world location as an inspiration.

28:45 What are some under-discussed innovation in the your fields that help you create Andor?

MW: leaning heavily into the DNA of established SW costume language. It was quite an analog costume approach. A mixture, in fact. There are things that would've been groundbreaking 1977, that seem not so much now. But we would like to have that as a starting point, we had a similar approach with this one. There was a lot of handmade, old-school analog creative costumes, but we also have a fantastic costume props dept that use new tech and material to create mostly armour elements and small sculpted elements on costuming. Lots of 3D Printing happening, scanning, adapting, trying urethanes and other materials that can make more comfortable armour. A problem of the original stormtrooper armour is discolouration/yellowing. It was also quite rigid and difficult for stunts. We import new materials for the armour to stay white forever and allow room for the stunt people.

LH: It was an active choice NOT to use the Volume. It doesn't suit our goal, what Tony is writing. The idea is to be on the ground and moving around with the characters as much as possible, and not creating spaces for scenes to happen, if that makes sense.

It's something you can do with longer, multi-ep drama like this, is to build bigger sets and connect them up. Ferrix comprise of almost 30 sets. They are largest out on the back lot one large composite set so you can walk in around the streets and into the homes. All the complexes are enjoyable.

With any sets I'd start by designing the whole thing. Design the city, design the prison infold, then start to break it down and what we want to use and how, what, who we want to build lest we understand the full geography.

I think that filters through even if you don't see it all. You hopefully doesn't jar at any point. The technology part is we first build it in 3D and previs. We don't follow a pipeline like the Volume shows. The analog feeds into what we want to achieve, a bit more like the OT, more tangible.

It wasn't anything groundbreaking we do as much as trying to put more on screen but make it feels like it's less (intentional/artificial)

#andor #yuki watches andor #it's full of typo and short hand read if you will #sw bts #star wars #the writer one on the same channel is interesting too

[weeblyteblog]

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The menu at Whitey’s Restaurant & Take Out, a collection of seafood dishes made with fresh, high-quality ingredients.

Savoring a meal at Whitey’s Restaurant & Take Out, a symphony of extraordinary tastes, is a truly unforgettable experience. Whitey’s unwavering dedication to providing an unparalleled dining experience, showcased by three decades of meticulous menu curation, has resulted in a culinary masterpiece. A review of the extensive selection, a testament to Whitey’s commitment, reveals that each dish is a tasteful marriage of superior ingredients and expertly crafted cooking techniques. The menu, a haven for seafood lovers, offers a diverse array of delicacies to satisfy every palate, with prices reflecting the exceptional quality of the dining experience.

Every dish, an expression of exquisite taste and texture, graces the menu, from the linguine, a haven for the essence of shrimp, to the lobster tail, a succulent masterpiece, and the clam chowder, a delectable expression of savoriness. Whitey’s pricing, considered a fair exchange for culinary excellence, guarantees its enduring status as not only a restaurant but also a welcoming sanctuary, a haven for all seeking a pleasurable escape into the world of flavorful delights. As one embarks on a culinary journey through the menu, a treasure trove of hidden gems unfolds, revealing the reason why Whitey’s remains a cornerstone of Davison's culinary scene.

The fresh flowers on the tables add a touch of elegance and sophistication.

Entering Whitey's Restaurant & Take Out, a portal to another world where time stands still and relaxation is the main focus, is an experience unlike any other. The environment, a haven of laid-back ease, is ideal for families seeking a quiet supper or friends desiring a carefree night out. The staff, paragons of hospitality who greet guests with genuine smiles, instantly create a sense of belonging, adding to the warmth and charm that permeates the restaurant. The spacious interior, a cozy haven, allows diners to enjoy their meals in comfort and privacy.

Beyond the realm of taste, Whitey’s, a haven of meticulously clean and well-maintained surroundings, embodies a dedication to quality. While the décor, a testament to the past, evokes a sense of nostalgia, its slightly worn allure, a subtle enhancement to the relaxed atmosphere, creates a unique blend of historical and contemporary elements. Whitey’s, an invitation to experience not only the exquisite cuisine but also the timeless warmth of an environment where charm and simplicity are paramount, welcomes guests with open arms.

With Whitey's Restaurant's quick delivery, you can enjoy your meal in minutes.

The delivery service, a captivating option for individuals seeking to experience the culinary delights of Whitey's Restaurant & Take Out without venturing outside, beckons with its array of delectable offerings, readily accessible within a 5-mile radius of the restaurant, a haven for culinary adventurers. The ordering process, a simple and straightforward endeavor, offers customers two convenient options: placing orders online through the user-friendly portal on the restaurant's website or by placing a direct call. This delivery service, more than just a means of delivering food to homes, transforms each thoughtfully packaged meal into a gastronomic adventure, a testament to Whitey's unwavering commitment to perfection. Every order, a showcase of Whitey's culinary prowess, ensures that the essence of his culinary artistry is always present, regardless of the dining location.

Contact Information

Address: 109 N State Rd, Davison, MI 48423, United States

Phone number: [phone]

Website: https://whiteys-restaurant.club/

[fendsworld]

A Coin Has Two Sides, Mine Has Three: My Medusa of Perceptions

CHAPTER 1

The Old Testament of Living: A Guilt-Tripping Story

It's easy to demonize human gratification for ease and comfort when we talk about life in mundanity. To buy the idea that regardless of today's gift of advancement, we must opt to kindle the roots and deny the savor of its fruits. While this is equally idealistic and nostalgic, there may be peeks in the idea we must consider.

To a degree, it was never just a matter of predilection but of life's demand. In this fast-paced world, you could feel slowed down. Perhaps, with the pressure, it comes in terms of your ways and means. Nevertheless, there's a staggering tag and pull of going where, why, and how. Comfort is a luxury, and not everyone can afford it. Which makes people differ in their paces and graces. There's a cost for a 6 that's the reality. We pay to exist. We live through rates. And we fill our cups. There's no other way around. Unless, of course, if privilege is your cherry on top. Which is unfortunately, is not served at every diner.

Another thing is romanticization in the guise of denial as an untackled facet. While we are all entitled to unsubscribe to popular opinion, lapses in this kind hint at a slippery slope of stagnancy; that in one way or another impedes collective ascendance. A rejection of modernity and an embrace of tradition that screams patriotism of some sort without utter intention. Others may argue that this is a capitalist take. But truth be told, it goes beyond the confining bounds of that, but of mindful inadvertence and a pose to challenge innovation per se. Which raises a question, what for, then? Why must we castigate a lending hand? Because it’s a splinter-in-the-toe ego thing? 

In a practical sense, inevitability should be weaponized to good use; a rear mirror to potentials and possibilities. That if pursued becomes a catalyst to development. As we all know, is an economy’s pivotal component. Hence, to disregard this very fact speaks the same utterance of self-sabotage and impediment vis-à-vis. A pledge to regression.

CHAPTER 2

Melancholia and the Glimpse of I

On a lighter note, if we're not to cast our issues unto the very essence of welcoming change, there's also something to reminisce about as we move forward. Say the easier times. The simpler life. How things are supposed to be and how they used to make us feel. Besides, moving forward doesn't mean forgetting, right? It only means moving with whatever comes along with openness and utmost acceptance.

To stir an aroma of nostalgia, I remember when I was a kid, I used to be fond of reading. I loved everything 'lit': short stories, myths, riddles, idioms, you name it. Whenever we'd go to the market, I’d always ask to be brought something to read. And when I turned into a young teen, I started collecting teen mags like Candy and Total Girl magazines. I loved waiting for every month's issue. Who the magazine cover would be and the exclusive freebies it would come with. It's such a joy to see the new magazine's issue on a rack whenever I go to the mall because I know one's coming home with me. Not long enough, I also started reading the book series, Diary of a Wimpy Kid counter: Dork Diaries. And so, as some Wattpad books. From that, I resorted to reading novels and self-help books. I just so happen to have a slump, I am still battling up to this date. 

The print really helped me a lot through life. It gave me a safe space. Another world to live in. An escape from whatever pains me. It was a home back then. A solitary comfort. And my piece of adventure. There's so much more to say, but I think that this could describe enough. Sometimes, I wish I still had that yearning in me. Because I feel like I lost it. But I believe, sometime around, I’d get it again. I'll feel it again. There's just a lot going on right now that I am still yet to care about. Hasta Mañana, then.

CHAPTER 3

Mellow Blues Played on Sundays

Growing up with shelf-long people in my early years influenced how I view life and how I opt to experience it. The old always felt warm. The old always felt good. But the old is bound to be replaced. And it’s the way to go. Nevertheless, there’s a chokehold of comfort and peace to rest in the caress of it. And perhaps, a glory it owns.

Before print was used for entertainment, it once served as people’s compass. To life’s how, what, when, and where. It did a lot more than it is credited for. It was, in a way, rudimentary to people’s lives at a time. In which, it was needed more than it is now, prior to the conquer of revolution to mankind. It fed people. It taught people. It helped people. And beyond. Although the rift and shifts the phenomena call, it is still yet to prove it that will never die. But perhaps has to constantly thrive. Manic as it sounds, it coughs difficulty and wheezes effort. But it does not deny, it succumbs. And it pars with good grace. A merit we can warrant it for.

Perhaps people would say, the industry it creates as it accommodates change is far-fetched sedentary, unreal, and half-as-good. Which I beg to disagree. As I don’t think, it should be taken as that. As it’s merely obligated but hence as purposeful and productive, just less the proclivity it holds. Nevertheless, substance goes beyond the structure. And the riff-off is unintentional and not inherently dismissive. It’s just that, it’s time-bound and corollary. As how human life is designed to be. Humanity tied in a string of incessant changes. To end, this is not a rival but an attempt to survive – by book or by crook. And the saving happens when we cherish and remember.

[rvlio]

can i borrow a comb? -for Sirona

it’s a slower day at the tavern,   quiet to the point where sirona can dawdle behind the counter whilst keeping a weather eye out for any trouble.     she prefers it like this,   if she’s being honest.     though it’s easy to fall into the rhythm of excitement that takes over the three broomsticks at night,   and the rowdy atmosphere does offer a unique sense of life,   there’s a certain comfort in sharing the space with a few regulars who have come by to relax and unwind.    

she’s used to hogwarts students pouring in on the weekends, when they're offered some leeway and an escape from classes.     some are seventh years with whom sirona has had the pleasure of becoming acquainted over the years,     while others are wide eyed first years drinking their very first butterbeer.     they’ve taken to using her humble business as a convenient rendezvous spot,   it seems,   a fact that its proprietress can appreciate.     it’s not just numbers,   heads filling the space, though she's not exactly turning down their sickles and galleons either.

a group of three students of different houses proudly wear their quidditch robes in outspoken protest against the headmaster’s decision and quietly plot a mutiny against the school faculty.     two gryffindors think they’re safe to snog in the corner for at least an hour straight.     it all reminds her of her own schoolgirl days,   of feeling that same pull toward whatever was OUTSIDE of those castle walls.     but she stops before she becomes too sentimental,   before she can fully lose herself to the nostalgia. as rosy and beautiful those years feel now, she's happy where she is, and there are patrons to attend to.

“     of course,   dear.     ”     

she takes a brief moment to put aside her rag,   wiping her hands off on the front of her apron before she is shuffling through the contents of the shelf unit behind her.     deft fingers push aside quills,   ink,   scraps of paper she doesn’t have the heart to toss in the bin.     it doesn’t take her long to locate the wooden comb she keeps behind the bar just in case,   which she hands over shortly.     “     i haven’t seen you around in a while. not getting into trouble, are we ?     ”

#･ﾟ * ϟ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐒 ; writing. #oldmagiq #answered. #thanks for sending o7

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Carson Aday’s new acoustic release ‘Chest Pain’ captures a wistful longing and dainty sound

Finding his roots in piano at only fourteen, the talented contemporary artist Carson Aday has been chasing a destiny set out for him long before he even knew it. At sixteen he began writing music and learning other instruments, incorporating electric guitar, bass drums, and vocals into his musical endeavours. Although Carson is only 4 years into his official music career, it’s clear this has been a long time coming for the vintage-leaning artist, and his newest single ‘Chest Pain’ captures just a snippet of the talent he’s sure to continue embedding in every release.

Carson’s dreamy vocals lead things into ‘Chest Pain’, at first completely solitary and soothing you with a warm tone capturing both a comfortable familiarity and nostalgia all in one. A finger-picked acoustic guitar then soon softly settles beside them, together stripped-back and looking to haunt you with their interweaved resonance. The chorus takes upon a slight shift, with the finger-picking reaching higher, brighter notes as Carson sings of more positive memories as opposed to the verses’ more coming to terms with letting go. Resting at three minutes in length, ‘Chest Pain’ finds itself greatly building in its final minute, incorporating deep piano notes, whirring sound effects, vocal effects, backing vocals and more that all together leave an atmospheric climax that’s certain to stay with you long after it’s conclusion. From its simplistic but powerful intimacy to the more striking built-up heights, ‘Chest Pain’ doesn’t hold back in offering an experience seeped in emotional magnitude from an artist that looks to take you on a powerful sonic journey.

Reflecting with a wistful agony intertwined within the fondest of memories, ‘Chest Pain’ finds itself unweaving the knitted souls between lovers, longing for what once was whilst having no choice but to move forward. As Carson details a monologue of brighter days, his lyricism remembers a time where his spark shone heartily and his love were still reciprocated: ‘and darling remember, the sun shining ember, drinking cheap wine at the lake. we danced in your kitchen and talked about religion, how can this all be in vein?’ Bottling up the aching that comes with letting go, Carson captures the very human pain that comes with opening yourself up to someone and then attempting to regain a sense of yourself when they once again leave: ‘my heart breaks when I see your face in my polka-dotted picture frame.’ As Carson seeks to bury his pain in ignorance, hurting lyrics like the opening ‘I’m digging deeper every day, to escape all this chest pain’ don’t hold back on displaying the difficulties of falling out of love when a person was once your all. With so many of the lines dancing between accepting the present day and appreciating the romance of the past, Carson paints a vivid image that he clearly doesn’t want to forget, despite how it torments his dreams. Yearning for a future that never saw the light of day, Carson sings that ‘we planned for adventure, our tickets for Denver, we never got on that train’ continuing to portray the realities of life and loss, never aware when a moment might be our last shared. Though it evidently details a painful breakup and the heartbreak that comes with it, ‘Chest Pain’ is equally as poignant for those grieving a loss, finding Carson’s heartfelt words tell a story of cherishing what once was and wishing for more days of bliss - even if accepting it and moving on is all you can truly do in the end of it all.

Check out ‘Chest Pain’ for yourself here to relate along to Carson’s woefully written narrative and somber acoustic tones.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator

#music #singlereview #carsonaday

[vizeryn]

Ophaelos Headshot

Ophaelos Fullbody Shots

Character Sheet for WolfSpirits

History

Originally not from Alaska, his bloodlines trace back all the way to the Canadian Tundra, which many Arctic wolves call their home. Most, if not all the wolves in Yellowstone, have genealogy that can be traced back to Canada, specifically Jasper National Park. But Ophaelos in particular came from a place much further than Jasper. His parents were of two different subspecies. His father was a mid-content Arctic Wolf, and his mother was a high-content Mackenzie Valley Wolf, who journeyed North further into Canada, where she found Ophaelos’ father.

Ophaelos was found in Yellowstone National Park when he was incredibly young, traveling with his brother, presumably his litter-mate, given their close age. A long way from home with nowhere else to go, this nomad would settle in Yellowstone with his brother, M-2.

    Before they found themselves in the heart of Yellowstone, the brothers were aimlessly wandering Hayden Valley together. They were skinny, hungry, and only roughly 1.5 years old. Though their appearance was indistinguishable from adults to the untrained eye, they were still pups during this period, so much so that they hadn’t even reached sexual maturity. It is unknown why the brothers dispersed from their pack so young, only he and whoever is bold enough to ask him about it would know. But it was clear that their inexperience and young nature hit the pair hard. They were meandering in the heart of the Wapiti pack’s territory as two males on the brink of sexual maturity, hungry, alone, and without protection. Their presence was quickly noticed by the pack, whose numbers during this time were a staggering 14 wolves. There was an altercation and the pair were forced to run for their lives. Ophaelos, being much faster than his brother, was forced to run and not look back as the pack was on M-2’s heels. The rally cries of the pack were heard loudly that night as Ophaelos escaped with his life, much luckier than his brother, who lost his.

    Ophaelos reaches 1.8 years old by the time he finds himself in the heart of Yellowstone. At this age, he reaches complete sexual maturity. He is observed in the late summer, hunting and doing his best to lay low. His nomadic travel seems to be a key trait of his, given how much ground he managed to cover by the time Autumn began to swing its way around. By this time, he had encountered many dispersals in a two-month period, both male and female. Though, it was only the females who seemed pleased to be in his presence. 

Later during his travels, he meets a young fae by the name of Olympia. Close to his age and eager to settle down, the two began a courtship, and later go on to produce a litter of pups in the Spring a few months later as mates. The litter was a small and intimidating three pups, an all-female litter. Two succumbed to sickness, while the other, Nefelibata, remains alive and at an unknown location to the present day. The pair go on to have another litter the following year. This time, a litter of four pups. Two males are the survivors of this litter, but one is killed as a yearling during a hunt. With two offspring, the pair skip the next Spring and focus on their survival as a family unit more than anything else. When the pair begin to push five years old, they decide to have another litter. However, during Olympia's pregnancy, she contracts Canine Adenovirus-1. Due to malnutrition and the elements, the virus transitions into liver failure, ultimately costing her and the unborn pups their lives. With no breeding pair and nowhere to go, Ophaelos' pups, now mature, disperse to find greener pastures. Unable to stomach the cloud of death and desperation that looms overtop the male, he flees the park, leaving behind heaps of history and offspring to fend for themselves. He finds himself cresting the hills of the Alaskan Tundra, feeling a strange sense of comfort and nostalgia he hadn't felt since his pup-hood. It was at this moment that he yearned for that familiar feeling, and dove right into the Alaskan wilderness without a second thought. He spends his 5th year wandering aimlessly as he sees fit, laying low once again and basking in the welcomed feeling of his loneliness, finding peace and solace in his middle age. It is until he turns six years old that the male feels the gravity of loneliness, and how, while comforting, is unsafe. He decides to instead attempt to find a purpose, and luckily, Wolfspirits is not far away.

Appearance

His appearance, although appearing white-gray like many wolves, is actually black, due to his black-coat gene (Kk). His black coat only is slightly visible on his back and near his hind legs, particularly when he begins shedding his winter coat. He has black-rimmed ears and honey-colored guard hairs near his nose and face, most notably seen in the morning sun. Ophaelos stands an intimidating 36” at the shoulder and weighs a slim 105lbs. Although taller than most wolves on average, he does not have the muscle mass or fat on his body that would be typical in most wolves at his stature. Instead, his body is slim and lithe. Most of his muscle is in his legs, which propel him at incredibly much faster speeds compared to other wolves. He carries himself at a nimble and graceful pace. Posture and appearance together, he is considered by most a very comely or otherwise handsome, put-together wolf with a plethora of life experience. He has a few scars, the most notable near his right flank and another, a burn, on his chest.

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Meeting A Girl In Liminal Space

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*running footstep sounds*

"AAAHHH! Oh My God! Who are you?!"

...

"I scared you? You scared me. I've been running around here for an hour & haven't seen any signs of life until now."

...

"Sigh... Sorry for freaking out. I'm just really on edge right now. I didn't expect anyone else to be here."

...

"That's the thing. I have no idea where we are. We appear to be in a shopping mall, but I'll go through a door & suddenly end up some place completely different. It doesn't make any sense."

...

"You're the only person I've seen here. I thought I was completely alone. Honestly, even though you're a total stranger, having company makes me feel more at ease."

...

"Oh yeah. I've tried leaving. And it doesn't work. See that exit door right there? I'll show you where it goes."

*door opening sound*

"Nowhere."

...

"Crazy, right? It's just a dark black void of nothingness."

*door closing sound*

"So yeah. We're stuck here. We don't even have cell service either. This whole place is a dead zone. Here. I'll whip out my phone & show you."

"What the-... What's this? I don't remember having any paper in my pocket."

*paper sound*

"It says 'Welcome to Liminal Space.'"

...

"Yeah, I know what Liminal Space is. It's like... Hmmm... How do I explain it? It's an empty place that's in the past. A place where you feel nostalgia for something you haven't personally seen, but it feels familiar anyway. Something that a 2000s kid would experience growing up. A place you'd see in your dreams."

...

"Something like that. It's an incredibly bizarre & complicated thing to define, but at least we're thinking on the same wavelength. Not everyone defines Liminal Space exactly like that, but... I guess it just depends on how you feel about it."

"I have felt strange while moving around this place. It's eerie, creepy, unnerving & yet... I somehow feel... Comfortable. Like I'm on a shopping trip with my mom when I was seven years old. Then I'd wander around, get lost & then she'd have to find me."

"Wow. I just experienced some serious nostalgia. We really are in a Liminal Space."

...

"Yeah, I'll keep reading the paper. 'In order to escape this alternate reality, you'll need to experience three powerful surges of nostalgia. Once you do, you'll be allowed to leave. Look around & see what you can find. Good luck.'"

"So that's what this is, huh? Some kind of challenge. I don't know who or what is in charge of this dimension, but... I guess we should get moving."

...

"Yeah, let's go."

..........

"And this door leads to..."

*door opening sound*

"Hmmm... This appears to be a hotel hallway of some kind."

"What the-... Why am I suddenly soaked?"

...

"You are to. We're both dripping with water. Like we just got out of a pool. I can even smell the chlorine."

...

"We didn't even touch any water. This place just gets weirder & weirder by the second."

"Alright, let's think. There's definitely a reason why we're drenched. What do hotel hallways & being wet have to do with each other?"

...

"Oh yeah. That's true. Most hotels do indeed have swimming pools."

"Hey, the memories are coming back. I remember now. Me & my parents would sometimes take me traveling &... Well, we'd need a hotel to stay at. And I distinctly remember the feeling of being wrapped up in a towel after swimming in the pool. The smell of chlorine, the elevator ride back up to our room. And it all took place in hallways that looked just like this."

...

"Yeah. That definitely felt nostalgic. Safe to say that's one point in the bag. Let's search elsewhere."

..........

*door opening sound*

"Woah! An arcade! This is awesome! Do the machines actually work though?"

"Aww... They don't. Then again, nothing has been working in this Liminal Space. Everything is either deactivated or broken. It really is all there just for the optics."

...

"Wait, hold on. I see a console & television in the back of the room. And the screen is on. Let's check it out."

...

"No way! It's Super Mario 64. Incredible! This game is an entire Liminal Space on it's own."

"And it works. I can actually move Mario around. I haven't held a Nintendo 64 controller in so long. Ah, I feel like a kid again."

...

"Yeah, I noticed that we're in front of the infinite staircase with zero stars. But considering the fact this is the original game, nothing is stopping me from doing the legendary BLJ."

...

"You know... The backwards long jump. The glitch that sends Mario up stairs at ridiculous speed & causes him to clip through walls."

"Allow me to demonstrate."

...

"See? The fact that the staircase is supposed to be infinite before getting 70 stars means nothing if you can just BLJ your way up there."

...

"Oh, I'm sure that was enough of a nostalgia trip to get us our 2nd point, but... Can I just beat Bowser before we continue? It's not like we're in a rush to get out of here."

...

"Hehe~ Awesome!"

..........

"So... We need to feel nostalgia one more time before we can leave. I'm not sure exactly what will happen, but I guess we'll find out."

"Let's see what's through this door."

*door opening sound*

"A classroom. Looks like it was made for kindergarteners."

"Aww, look at all the cute little chairs. If I tried sitting in one of those now, I'd end up breaking it."

...

"Oh yeah. I remember we'd put our snacks in these little cubby holes. Times were so simple back then."

"It's just crazy to think... We spent so many years in school. Often times, we'd hate it, but... It's so easy to take for granted the things we actually did enjoy. The friends we made, the new things we would've never tried otherwise..."

...

"And the field trips. Can't forget the field trips."

*portal opening sound*

"WOAH! A portal!"

...

"We did it. That was our 3rd point. We can leave now."

...

"What? You want to stay here. Why?"

...

"You're not done riding the nostalgia train. Are you sure? You might go a bit mad if you stay here for too long. I'll remind that no one else is here. Once I go, you'll be all alone."

...

"You want me to stay. Hmmm..."

...

"Heh... You know what? Sure. This portal isn't going anywhere. I'll join you to see if we can unlock anymore memories. This strange adventure of ours has been fun. Let's keep going a while longer."

_______________________________________________

THE END

[luuurien]

Spacemoth - No Past No Future

(Glitch Pop, Psychedelic Pop, Dream Pop)

Maryam Qudus' debut as Spacemoth marries fuzzy, retro pop à la Stereolab and Broadcast with the warmth and expressiveness of modern psychedelia and post-punk. No Past No Future's focus on strong grooves, cosmic songwriting, and reserved vocal performances make for one engrossing, magical listen.

☆☆☆☆

Ever since she was young, Maryam Qudus has been drawing out her own path in the world. Being a first-generation child of working class, Afghan immigrant parents, the California singer/songwriter and producer has been seeking her own adventure for as long as she can remember. As a kid, she took guitar lessons; a high school job allowed her to pay for vocal lessons - even learning to drive so she could take herself to them - Qudus' resolve to create unbreakable. From there, her work as Doe Eye and collaborations with artists like Sad13, Toro y Moi, and Tune-Yards inspired her to continue making her own music, experimenting with electronic ambience, tape manipulation, and noisy retro synths that slowly developed into her debut album as Spacemoth, No Past No Future. Indebted to the retro pop of Broadcast and Stereolab as well as the warmth and expressiveness of modern psychedelia and post-punk, No Past No Future is a retrofuturist odyssey whose offbeat songs make for one of the most unique and memorable listens this year. Qudus' music favors sounds nostalgia and summery haze, the long list of synths she used on the album's Bandcamp page proof of how much effort and forethought goes into making these songs sound so eternal and timeless. Still, there's a radiance to it all that comes through the sharp analog keyboard leads on lead single Pipe and Pistol, so scratchy and melancholy you could sneak it onto a Broadcast compilation without it sticking out even a bit, or the driving post-punk drumming from Jason Slota on Asking for You acting as the centrifuge that Qudus' relaxed vocals and swooning layers of synth and guitar orbit around, a constant sense of movement within No Past No Future's songs even as they strive for a spacey, occasionally sci-fi feel through the instrumentation and Qudus' intimate songwriting. Other times, what makes No Past No Future so compelling is witnessing how Qudus struggles to reckon with time, the struggles to hang onto a single moment without thinking about how it'll soon disappear on the crunchy, dark Round in Loops or struggling to comprehend and accept mortality among the distortion and noise of Waves Come Crashing, the album's nostalgic sound in part a way for her music to sit in an ephemeral place where she can comfortably confront these feelings in a comforting, limitless environment. No Past No Future exists both in that past and that future, and it's a sound like nothing else this year. Qudus also paces it all incredibly well and keeps No Past No Future moving at an efficient, but immersive pace. The album's dreamy, space-age sound makes it easy to fall into Qudus' world, but she keeps you invested in it through how each song connects to the ones it's situated between. Opener This Shit kicks things off with a midtempo drum loop and fizzing keyboards, subtly moving into the bustle of Pipe and Pistol and UFObird's downtempo serenity, a perfect three-track run to introduce No Past No Future to you. When things start to get more moody and ornate on the album's second half, there's a preciousness to how If I Close My Eyes and Pretend's pitch-black escapism leads into the buoyant, four-on-the-floor dance pop of Noise of Everyday Life - though the song doesn't fit quite comfortably with the rest of the album and Qudus' lo-fi production doesn't provide enough bite to the low-end for the song to hit right - and then jumping into one of the scuzziest and sentimental tracks with Berries and Watch You Cry right after, No Past No Future's emotional journey carved by Qudus' drifting emotions and slow-motion storytelling that manages to be both arresting and subdued at one, her music a roaming constellation you can follow across the skyline for hours on end. Qudus' retro-pop sound anchors it in an environment with a general structure but endless possibilities, hissing tape noise and pulsing analog synths all she needs to take No Past No Future anywhere she wants it to, well-worn and homegrown sound that can bring the most cosmic, supernatural songs to life with their infinite possibilities. She's said before that “women are often discouraged from pursuing music in the Afghan & Muslim community, and those who follow that path receive a lot of heat," and it's clear from how much passion and heart going into No Past No Future that she refuses to let those stigmas and fear worm their way into her music for a second. Her songs are playful, confident, and surreal, stunning in their depth and gleaming with their muscular instrumentation, built strong and sturdy for the celestial adventure Qudus takes them on, No Past No Future a consistently moving listen that lets the saturated synths soak into your pores and the punchy drum loops - whether played by a person or a machine - act as the fuel for her ship. Through her galactic musical explorations, the most impactful conclusion Qudus reaches is to be blessed and astonished with what our time on earth brings us, No Past No Future a reminder of how astonishing all the experiences we get to share together truly are.

#spacemoth #no past no future #wax nine #art pop #dream pop #electronic #experimental #glitch pop #indie pop #indietronica #minimal wave #neo-psychedelia #pop #post-punk #psychedelic pop #rock #synthpop #2022 #8/10 #album review #2022 albums

[gooberjam]

would love to live to see the death of corporate reboots for the sake of easy cash grabs resulting in a landscape of floating media corpses . would love to live to see an idea again

#i feel increasingly bitter about every disney reboot and sequel/prequel whatever #i hate that people so readily buy into this shit #i just saw a post talking about how cruella looks like shit but then saying they should make an ursula movie instead #‘but not made by disney’ #you’ve contradicted yourself hun! #that’s literally impossible!! #’oh they should have made an URSULA one that would have been better and fine and acceptable’ #with their resources they could literally do whatever the fuck they want #but no let’s keep revisiting the same 10 things because it’s safe #let’s keep living in this bubble of content that was good when it came out so it MUST be good now #i know we live in an era and world of alternate universes and fanfic and shit like that #but that’s only good when you leave it as it fucking is #look at fifty shades of grey and that one movie that was made abt the one direction fanfic and shit like that #or all the reboots and addendums #there’s such an obsession with revisiting things it’s nauseating #there are hour long compilations on youtube of old commercials #people willingly take time out of their day to revisit media designed to sell you things #for a sense of comfort or escapism or nostalgia or all three #it makes me feel sad #we live in an era where sharing is as constant as breathing and yet #we still keep looking backwards for no. reason #which isn’t to say there isn’t new stuff being made of course there is #i just mean it feels like we’ve stopped valuing that as it should be #we’re so quick to reward content that is familiar #like look at the wave of 80s and 90s nostalgia #or the emerging nostalgia for the early 2000s and even the 2010s #i’ve been feeling so disillusioned about popular media my gut reaction to seeing anything well liked is distaste which is so annoying #like it’s a fight to even just let myself experience some of this media without immediately feeling mad #anyways #i’ve been thinking

[spezispud23]

Playing Cards As Tarot Cards

Whether you're in the broom closet or you just love to save money (because capitalism has us forced into wage slavery amiright), you may want to divine with a tarot deck without actually buying/owning a tarot deck. In a limited sense, you can use a deck of regualr playing cards to divine in a similar manner.

Disclaimer, this only works to represent the first 13/14 cards in each minor arcana court, unless you use more than two decks. Since a playing card deck has 1-10, a knight, queen and king already, I'll be discluding the knave from each suit, as well as the reversed meaning of each card. However the knave has the same meaning as the first card of each court, so don't feel held back by that.

Diamonds = Pentacles

King: security, control, fatherly, power, discipline, abundance

Queen: practical, home body, motherly, down to earth

Knight: efficiency, routine, conservation, methodical

Ten: wealth, inheritance, family, established routine

Nine: gratitude, luxury, self sufficiency, culmination of works

Eight: apprenticeship, education, quality, engagement

Seven: vision, perseverance, profit, and investment rewarded

Six: generosity, charity, prosperity, sharing wealth

Five: isolation, insecurity, financial loss, poverty, general worry

Four: control, stability, security, possession, conservation

Three: teamwork, initial fulfillment, collaboration, learn from others

Two: balance, adaptability, time management, prioritizing

One: manifestation, new financial opportunity, new job

Spades = Swords

King: clear thinking, intellect, authority, honesty

Queen: quick thinker, organized, perceptive, independent

Knight: opinionated, hasty, action oriented

Ten: backstabbing, defeated, betrayed, a state of crisis, endings and loss

Nine: depression, nightmares, intense anxiety, despair

Eight: isolation, self restriction, imprisonment

Seven: betrayal, deception, getting away eith something, stealth

Six: regretful but necessary transition, rite of passage

Five: conflict, tension, loss, defeat of enemies, win at all costs, betrayal of allies

Four: contemplation, recuperation, passivity, rest and relaxation

Three: painful separation, sorrow, heartbreak, grief, rejection

Two: indecision, choices, truce or stalemate, blocked emotions

One: raw power, victory, a breakthrough, mental clarity

Clubs = Wands

King: natural born leader, visionary, interpreter, honorable

Queen: exuberance, warmth, vibrancy, determination

Knight: energy, passion, lust, impulsiveness, adventurer

Ten: burden, responsibility, hard work, stress, achievement

Nine: courage, persistence, test of faith, resilience

Eight: speed, action, air travel, movement, swift change

Seven: challenge, competition, perseverance

Six: public recognition, victory, progress, self confidence

Five: disagreement, high tensions, strife, conflict

Four: celebration, harmony, marriage, home, resilience

Three: preparation, foresight, expansion of enterprise

Two: planning for the future, progress, decisions, discovery

One: inspiration, power, creation, beginnings, potential

Hearts = Cups/Chalices

King: emotional balance and control, generosity

Queen: enotional security, calm, intuitive and compassionate

Knight: romance, charm, imagination, "knight in shining armor"

Ten: harmony, marriage, happiness, alignment

Nine: wishes fulfilled, comfort, happiness, satisfaction

Eight: escapism, disappointment, abandonment, withdrawal

Seven: fantasy, illusion, wishful thinking, choices to be made

Six: reunion, nostalgia, childhood memories, innocence

Five: loss, regret, disappointment, despair, bereavement

Four: mediation, contemplation, apathy, reevaluation

Three: celebration, friendship, creativity, community

Two: unified love, partnership, attraction, relationships

One: love, compassion, creativity, overwhelming emotion

So that's the tall and thick of it, of course it's all in your interpretation as to how any card relates to your life and experiences. I don't mind giving a second opinion on any readings you try with this methods, so feel free to interact. Happy casting

#beginner witch #green witch #kitchen witch #love spell #magic #magician #magick #oracle cards #protection spell #sigils #spell jar #spells #spellwork #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #broom closet

[clout-babe]

Head High [nsfw]

cc!sapnap x fem!reader

nsfw - minors dni

warnings: smoking (weed), oral sex, praise kink, thigh riding, a lil bit of hair pullling, mention of spitting, degrading if you squint

prompt/summary: reader gets high and finds their way into sapnaps bedroom

smoking + nsfw under the cut

"How on earth would I choose between the two of you?" I hazily looked back and forth between two of my friends with half-lidded eyes.

The boy with dirty blonde stray hairs decorating his forehead looked up from his hands, "I don't know. Come on, you gotta like one of us better?" While it seemed to be a statement, his tone suggested he was unsure.

I blinked twice, my eyelids felt like they could stick together and stay shut forever.

"Aw don't make her choose, they look confused enough as it is. As is? As it is." In a hushed voice, the girl across from me spoke. I tried to examine her face, but the lighting made it difficult. The room seemed to shine a vibrant baby blue, reflecting on every surface possible. My eyes bounced around the room, moving at what felt like light-speed.

I didn't stop glancing around until I felt a pressure on the surface in front of me. The boy sat right next to the girl. Names are helpful though. What's his name? What's her name?

"What's your name?" At this point I couldn't stop my thoughts from barreling off my tongue. I love this. Or do I hate it? Oooh guilt. Nevermind, it's gone!

"What?" The girl cracked a smile, still speaking barely above a whisper.

"Your name," I felt a giggle in my throat. "I forgot it." The laughter that followed from all three of us was choked and silenced. It wasn't funny. That made me laugh harder.

Between the girl and I rested a grey, worn pillow. I curled forward with my legs crossed, pushing my head into it. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, silenced laughs still flowing from my stomach. I felt a tap at the back of my head and reached my hand up, which felt like liquid almost. Not really though.

The tips of my fingers were met with a warm metal, and I was finally able to settle myself a bit. I picked my head back up, grasping the now known item.

My fingers were delicately wrapped around the cart. I spun it around, looking for the button on the pen. I brought it up to my lips as if it were nothing new, which it wasn’t really. Pressing down on the button, I began to suck against the cartridge portion, watching a ring of blue glow around my fingers. My head felt empty and heavy at the same time. The dry smoke hit the back of my throat, causing me to squint my eyes as a natural reaction. I continued to inhale until I no longer felt it necessary. Hold for three seconds.

1

2

3

Exhale.

The air blowing out of me sounded loud compared to everything else. In the background I could distinctly hear some cartoon character rambling on, bringing me a sense of faltered nostalgia. Now focusing on the cartoon, I turned my head, looking to where I believed the sound was coming from.

This attention not lasting long, I turned back around to see the girl looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Are you good, bro?”

A loopy grin spread across my face and I felt every muscle tense in my cheeks. My eyes almost suddenly widened more, no longer feeling sleepy. “I think I’m good.” That’s what I tried to say at least, not so sure it came out 100% clear. “What did I just hit?”

“You hit the hybrid. My pen.” The boy murmured. Clay! That’s his name.

My brain felt like it was buzzing. Such a quick change. “Which one is that?”

“That’s the wakey wakey one,” Alyssa whispered with wide eyes. Alyssa!

I hummed in response. I sat there, staring forward, looking around desperately trying to find something to focus on. My head bobbed up and down as my arms started to slightly tingle.

I’m not high, I’m not high. Yes I am. No. Yes. Only a high person has these back and forths while barely remembering their previous thoughts dumbass.

I smiled at my head voice.

“If I had to choose one of you, in the s-scenario that you weren’t-t friends anymore or… like… someth- something.” My brain was fried. I had enough trouble gathering words while sober, being intoxicated didn’t exactly help. “I wouldn’t choose. I’d hate both of you li- like eternally or something. Eternally? Is that the right word?”

Alyssa seemed to be in a similar state to me now, hitting Clay’s pen. “Sound’s right.” Her voice sounded rough with an exhale. I watched the scattered clouds escape her lips.

I watched her lips. She had pretty pink lips. Soft and plush. Reminded me of Nick’s.

Nick.

“When’s Nick gonna be home?” He was the only thing on my mind now. My mind was in a state that made it easy for it to wander. I didn’t hate it though.

Clay shook his head from side to side. “Should be any moment now.”

As if on cue, I heard the automated alarm voice, stating the front door had open. A goofy smile took over, and I practically rolled off the bed. Using the common sense I had, I made my way out the room. Shuffling through the hallway and into the kitchen where I saw brunette tufts of hair sticking out from under a black hat.

“Hi handsome,” I cooed, walking up behind him. He turned around, obviously not expecting to be met face to face with me.

It was pretty clear I was into Sapnap. It was pretty clear he was into me. We had this sort of thing going for a couple months now, but neither of us really spoke on it. We had made it apparent that we wanted each other, but both of us remained in the comfort of not trying to ruin the friendship.

“Hi?” he smiled. After examining my stance and face a bit, he nodded. Realization set in after seeing the dilation in my pupils. “You guys started smoking? Without me?” he brought his palm to his chest, acting fake offended.

“Oh totally. Clay’s blazed and Alyssa isn’t much better.” I smiled. I felt hazy and I swear I had heart eyes just looking up at the man in front of me.

He tsked as he shook his head. “I’m gonna go in there for a bit. You comin’ with?” He didn’t move from where he stood, didn’t break eye contact. I shook my head.

“I’ll lay on the couch for now. Jus’ wanted to see my favorite boy.” I offered up a sweet smile. I swear his face turned slightly pink. Something about being high made me so much more… affectionate. While all I wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, and just be around him, I didn’t wanna annoy him. Though my high was getting stronger by the minute.

He nodded in acceptance, letting me walk to the couch before going to Clay’s room.

Laying on the sofa, I felt like I was sinking. my body felt heavy and all I could think about was Nick. And the more I thought about him, the more I wanted him, in more ways than one.

After what felt like forever, but seconds at the same time, Sapnap appeared in front of me on the edge of the couch.

I looked at him without moving my head. The high was super strong there and I felt almost paralyzed, body continuing to ‘sink’ into the couch.

“Wanna go hangout? Just me n’ you? Maybe listen to some music or something..” Sapnap offered up, and I happily agreed.

.

Music was long forgotten. A lot of things were long forgotten. I pressed my lips against Nick’s with what will I had. The way our lips moved together was sloppy. It was desperate, yet calm. My head buzzed and I felt my body jitter with excitement. I felt so…gone.

I swung my leg lazily around Nick’s lower half, positioning myself on one of his thighs. His tongue slid into my mouth, and with inhibitions lowered I let out a slight whine. I felt him smile against my mouth. Cocky motherfucker.

I began to roll my hips against his leg, now feeling more needy than ever. I wanted to be impossibly close to him. I needed to be impossibly close to him.

He separated our lips, taking a breath and looking down to where I was grinding against him. His hands slid down to my waist and began to guide me against him. I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, quietly panting between planting small kisses there.

“Feel good, baby?” He muttered out, voice rough.

I nodded against him as he pushed his leg up against my crotch, earning a moan as a proper response. Everything felt so much better, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of the drugs, or because it was him. Maybe it was both.

I began to try and move faster against him, chasing my orgasm. He moved his leg up and down against me, making it feel so much more intense.

The room was filled with heavy breaths and the little noises pulled from my throat. He hummed, obviously pleased by the effect he was having on me.

It only took a little more before I started to feel close. “Oh fuck sap, please-“

“Please what baby? Use your words,” He sounded so smug.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” my words stumbled out my mouth. He tightened his grip on my waist.

“Good girl.”

I rocked against him quicker, reaching my climax.

Moans spilled from me, causing him to grin. I rode out my high, locking my hands onto his shoulders as I slowed my hips, catching my breath. My whole body tingled.

“So good.” I finally managed to mumble out. The multiple hits I’d taken managed to finally begin to take effect. I was slightly more aware only due to my contact with another person.

“Yeah?” he quipped. I looked at his eyes before dropping my head to his shoulder. I hummed back. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

I finally pulled back, moving way too fast. Nick’s eyebrows raised in amusement, watching me attempt to move.

Succeeding, I had pushed myself off the bed, standing on the side of it. Nick’s face morphed from amused to curious, watching as I motioned him to come closer. He obeyed, slowly shifting himself to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled, obviously in a playful mood.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” I said as clearly as I thought I could. Though it was a little rushed, he obviously heard me.

His lips slightly parted. I slowly sunk to the ground, using his knees to guide myself. Face to face with his bulge.

Chef��s kiss.

His eyes tracked me. “I-“ he was clearly caught off guard. It took a moment and I watched his face twist as his brain caught up. “Hell yeah,” he whispered.

I moved my hair, tucking it behind my ears. I brought my hand up to his lap. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I knew we were both so far gone, and I just wanted to double check on his clarification.

“Right now,” his eyes were wide and he let out a breath, “I give you permission to do whatever you want.” His voice was low. He even sounded sober for a moment.

But the gaze in his eyes as he watched me begin to palm over his shorts gave him away. A shaky exhale escaped his throat.

“Nervous?” A smirk followed my remark. The intoxication made me feel more playful.

“Aw shut up,” he bit back.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled. After a couple seconds, I decided I was down beating around the bush. I glided my hands up, sinking my fingers into his waistband. He leaned back into his arms , lifting his hips to assist me.

Once his shorts were out the way, his cock sprung up. Even in the darkened room, I could still see the details clearly. It was flushed red at the tip from the lack of attention, and he was thick. My mouth would have been watering if I wasn’t experiencing cottonmouth.

Not letting myself stare too long, I looked up at him first. His cheeks were slightly pink. How cute.

“Is your mouth dry?” I mumbled.

He shook his head and I put my palm up near his face. Trying to keep my hand steady was a chore.

“Spit.”

He hesitated a bit before gathering some saliva in his mouth and pushing it out with his tongue onto my hand.

I hummed in satisfaction, not giving him a warning before attaching my hand to his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath as I ran my thumb over the slit.

I grinned, proud that I was already having this effect on him. I glanced up at his face as I began to jerk him off. His eyes slightly squinted, watching me move my hand around him. His lips stayed parted, taking little breaths with each movement I made. I squeezed my hand slightly applying light pressure.

“God, you’re really fucking good at that.” he nearly gasped. His eyes flitted over to my face, and I swear he melted at the sight of me on my knees looking up at him. He pulled one hand from behind him and brought it up to my chin.

“So pretty like this.” It was barely audible, but it literally was so fucking heart melting.

And though my brain was practically empty, I knew I wanted his dick in my mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. I slowed down my hand movements, just so that I could create a new pace. His hand slipped back to my hair.

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around him, sinking down onto his dick. A long groan could be heard above me. I went forward until I couldn’t anymore, then put my hand where I couldn’t reach.

I began to move my head, bobbing it around him. “holy shit, baby-“ it was practically a whine. i hummed, causing him to groan due to the stimulation. His hand flexed, pulling at my hair.

Desperate noises came from him. Nick got louder and louder until he got close.

“g’unna cum soon-“ he managed to get out. I didn’t stop. I buried his cock down my throat until my nose was hitting the skin on his pelvis. He grunted as I felt his cum literally hit the back of my throat. I continued to move my head, sucking him off until his noises of pleasure ceased.

I pulled off, coughing. He ran his hand over my head, mumbling praises to me.

“was s’ good”

“great job baby”

“fucking hell, princess”

Those were the only phrases I could make out. I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or the massive crush I had on him, but my chest bloomed out of affection.

He stood up, fixing his shorts, “could we do this sober?”

I smiled at him, moving forward so I could straddle his legs. His hands moved up to my waist. “We could do a lot more sober”

:)

#sapnap smut #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #dream smp x you #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Longish and very sad post ahead!

I had a heartbroken meltdown today thinking about my 'the cabin was Jon's fear domain as a victim' theory because that packs so much hurt in its implications regarding Jon's greatest fears and general deterioration throughout the seasons.

As a victim, your domain is what you fear most. Let's go back to what the description of this domain was according to Jon's statement (which was said in second person for the very specific reason that the statement subject of the domain was Jon himself).

"There is a place, deep in the heart of fear, where you trap yourself and claim that it is safety."

Jon has always been desparate to find his safety, a place he can feel sheltered from all the evil he had to experience. He never really had that since season 2, from being stalked and kidnapped while at Georgie's home and throughout his travels and then living in the archives after he woke up. Never having true safety until those three weeks in the cabin where he finally felt safe. But from here we can see that reaching safety for him came with a price. A price of being afraid that what he calls safe is actually a trap, a place that buries you within it with no ability to escape. A bad place you convince yourself is the right place to be because every other place is worse. The fear of ending up like that came with him from his life in the archives to the three weeks in the cabin before the Change.

But here's the most heartbreaking part.

"The one you love is always near, so close that refuge sometimes feels a prison. And yet your voice does not echo when you call to them. And they find they sometimes cannot hear it."

His biggest fear is not only the prospect of trapping himself in a bad place because it seems safer, but his loved ones as well. Martin had to be there stuck with him because that's what he fears most of all. He is so scared that creating a home with those he loves and trusts will eventually become a trap for them, forcing them to stay with him for lack of a better option. He is so scared of harming them by proximity and being alienated by them that he tries to push them away every time. Georgie, Tim, Melanie, Basira. They were all kept at arm's length emotionally so they won't be hurt by him more than they already were and he won't be hurt by their reactions. But that didn't help. He kept watching them get hurt because of the archives and blamed himself for their suffering while they grew further away. This fear just got more potent through these experiences, it's a miracle he allowed Martin to get close at all. And now Martin is trapped here with him because of him and he's terrified it'll drive them apart.

"You sit in your meager comfort and belief of security with nothing to do, nothing to distract your mind from the agonies that lie just beyond your window. And those diversions you do find will offer no relief – but simply numb the mind into mournful nostalgia for a time when the world you inhabited seemed to make sense... Hold each other, it croons. Be happy. But know always that this happiness is a lie, built on the squirming bones of those whose suffering you have caused."

No diversion from the bad, not for him nor for the one he loves. And this aspect of the fear developed from his years in the archives as well. So scared of the world that stopped making sense over the past few years, of it becoming so because of him. That it is all his fault. An awful fear that was slowly realized way before the Change and manifested into reality completely and in the worst way possible afterwards.

The cabin turned itself around. Took what Jon loved about it, what Jon thought could help his fears go away, and trapped him with all that was opposite of it.

"whisper words of reassurance, but the place knows this comfort to be a lie, and laces upon it instead the awful fear of losing what you have."

He is scared of the betrayal of reassurance, exactly what the cabin did after he chose to trust it. Scared of realizing that behind all of the comfort is a lie and that he has nothing. Of people he cares about being trapped, harmed and supressed merely by staying in his presence. Of driving the one he loves away because of it all, thus losing everything.

This is Jon's domain.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tma spoilers #Tma 162 #Mag 162 #Martin blackwood #tma theory #My tma theory #My tma analysis #Sadness for everyone #Jon needs a bunch of hugs #Mine