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tma fic recs
I’ve seen a couple of fic rec posts floating around. since ive been reading so many excellent fic recently, i thought that id make one as well! please note this list is going to be 99% jonmartin. also buckle up, because this is going to get long.
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the umbrella by Wildehack (tyleet)
"And to think—all of Jonah Magnus’ carefully laid plans, the centuries of scheming, the murders, the sacrifices, all of that work could have been completely undone if Martin Blackwood had gone back for an umbrella" - holdthosebees
Notes: This is probably my go-to fic if i want an apocalypse never happened scenario. The jonmartin is wonderful, as is the h/c.
Diary and Prenon-nous la main by luftballoons99
Diary summary:
Not for the first time since they ran away together, a camera reel of all the things they don't know about one another whirs behind Martin's eyes, and he can't help but look at all the sprawling magnetic tape and wonder if they’re going to wind up a romance or a tragedy.
or: Office parties, garage bands, and the joy of being known.
Prenon-nous la main summary:
They still haven't talked about it, any of it, not even to pass the time on the long train ride to Scotland. Instead, Martin fell asleep in the seat next to him, pressed into his side from shoulder to knee, and Jon thought about love confessions and verb tense and how the two fit together when you think you're dying.
or: Good cows, mediocre poetry, and other crucial topics of discussion.
Notes: Do you love impeccable safehouse jonmartin characterization? do you love characters grappling with the mortifying ordeal of being known? do you love softness so tender that it makes you want to weep? please read these fic. im begging you.
i’ll tell you about all the times i’ve smiled because of you by cryptidkidprem
Summary:
Martin thinks about their shoes, sitting beside each other on the floor by the bed. Thinks of the way Jon wears Martin’s cardigans more often than he wears his own, the way Martin’s started keeping elastics around his wrist because Jon always forgets his own when they go out.
He thinks about all the gentle touches and fussing over each other they’ve done, and how much is still to come over the next… however long Jon will have him.
They have a long way to go, an entire life to build out of the wreckage Jonah Magnus and Peter Lukas left them, but laying together in a comfortable, sleepy quiet, Martin thinks they’ve got a good start going.
Or, Jon quits the Institute, saves the world, and it turns out to be exactly what he needs in order to heal and start moving forward towards building a life with Martin.
Notes: how many times have i reread this fic? more than i can count. jon quits the institute and it’s just full of soft jonmartins. they get married! god i love them.
go softly by doomcountry
Summary:
And there is nothing else besides this.
Notes: every time i remember this fic i reread it. please heed the tags because martin is blinding jon, but he’s like. blinding jon in the most heartbreaking way possible. idk how the author made this so tender but i know i was certainly crying so!
The Reverb in These Holy Halls by Wolftraps (AlwaysBoth)
Summary:
Undoing the apocalypse would have been enough for Jon, if all his people survived. Without them, Jon's only recourse is making it so it never happened in the first place. He's going to do better this time.
Notes: Do you like time travel fixits? i sure like time travel fixits. reverb is an excellent one. heavy on the h/c, I wanted to hug jon so so badly.
Yesterday is Here by CirrusGrey
Summary:
"Who the hell are you?" Jon could feel his hands shaking.
The man laughed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to point at him.
"I'm you, from the future!" he said, then swayed, eyes going unfocused, and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
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Post-season-four Jon and Martin time travel back to the season one Archives.
Notes: Yet another time travel fixit! also excellent. the teasing was HYSTERICAL. also Im just going to say this now - CirrusGrey in general writes incredible tma fic. You can’t really go wrong.
unassigned supplementals by bibliocratic
Notes: I won’t put in a summary just because it’s a long series of oneshots, but bibliocratic’s writing is amazing. Again, you can’t really go wrong with one of their fic!
let the soft animal of your body by autoclaves
Summary:
Standing in the warm kitchen, slats of sepia light filtering through onto the counter in front of him, Martin doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He half expects them to go through the countertop entirely, glossy and solid as it is. He isn’t used to any of it, yet. The safehouse. Jon. Beams of sun pouring into his hands. After being deprived of everything of significance for so long, the longing that crashes over him is almost painful in its tangibility. He wants to laugh, to sob, to scream and hear it echoed back against the neat, square walls of the safehouse.
In the end, he doesn’t do any of these things. He makes eggs instead. He can do that, can’t he? Use his hands for something simple and plain and good.
(Or: In the safehouse after it all, Martin starts cooking.)
Notes: this fic really speaks to me a) because i project on martin like crazy and b) because food is also my love language. this fic is incredibly soft and it’s all about cooking!
“Have you tried turning it on and off again?” by shinyopals
Summary:
I hope you find your new role as Head of the Institute as rewarding as captaining the Tundra, wrote Elias Bouchard, to Peter Lukas. There are so many people working there: all with their own interesting lives, and all desiring your attention and support. I'm sure you will relish the challenge it will bring and enjoy every moment spent with the fine men and women of the Institute. In time I'm confident they'll become like a family to you.
The Magnus Institute has a new boss.
The Magnus Institute also has a new tech support technician.
These two facts are unrelated, except they both happen at the same time.
Meanwhile Jon's woken up from being dead for six months and for once he's trying his best. He just wishes Martin would stop avoiding him and answer his messages...
Notes: if you’re looking for a good laugh, this fic is SO SO SO FUNNY. i was dying. basically the magnus institute being an absolute bureaucratic nightmare.
hello my old heart by firebirdsuite
Summary:
Peter’s wrong, of course. When it’s all over, Martin does still want to tell Jon everything. It’s just—well, there’s a few things they need to work through first before they can get there.
Martin and Jon find each other again in Scotland.
Notes: it’s all about the yearning. and trust me, the yearning in this fic? im just. i sure do love jonmartin, and this is such soft, loving jonmartin it just makes you want to cry
two ships passing by pyrites
Summary:
Gerard Keay is 10 years old the very first time he tries to run away from home, right around the time that Jonathan Sims has just come into possession of his first Leitner.
Or: One dropped stone can change the way the whole ocean moves.
Notes: again, JONGERRY. MY GOODNESS. this fic is beautiful, the writing is absolutely breathtaking and it owns my heart. im so in love with it. the author said you’re going to have emotions about jon and gerry and jongerry and i said OKAY
Terminal Sight by viv_is_spooky
Summary:
Spider silk weaves through the visions of two Seers. Monstrosity is dawning on them both.
Notes: I’d never read a gerryoliver fic before this, but the execution is EXCELLENT and now im sold on the ship forever. This fic has wonderful prose and great characterization and i love it a whole lot.
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assistant archivist au by PitViperOfDoom
Notes: I won’t put a summary since I’m reccing an entire series, but. it is absolutely no secret that i adore jongerry. pit’s assistant archivist au slapped me over the head with some gorgeous jongerry oneshots and then gave me the gift of the main fic (which is still in progress) about head archivist martin. i love this au so so much
dustsceawung by callmearcturus
Summary:
Martin had always been favored by the summer courts, and moving up north to the little village of Lacuna is a difficult adjustment. It's rainy and lonely and everyone seems to have a strange, distant relationship with the local faerie court.
However: there is a strange man in a cloak who walks past Martin's remote little cottage every few days.
However: there is a moth that keeps getting stuck in Martin's house during the rain.
These events are not as disconnected as they first appear.
Notes: you ever just read a fic that you didn’t know that you needed until after you read it? yeah. featuring the fae and moth jon and excellent characterization.
Illicio by ThatOneGirlBehindYou
As the new Archivist debates between life and death, the Eye ponders on what to offer him in order to avoid an encore of the unfortunate situation with his predecessor.
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Gerard Keay opens his eyes at what feels like fuck-ass in the morning, inside a room with far too little space and far too much dust.
Notes: This is also the moment where I reveal that im a sucker for jongerrymartin. please read this fic. gerry is brought back from the dead in s4 and everyone is far better off for it.
where there’s a will, we make a way by bubonickitten
Summary:
"So, what does happen if an Eye learns to See within itself?
What happens is this: the Archive Beholds the Watcher – and the Watcher blinks first."
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Jon goes back to before the world ended and tries to forge a different path.
Notes: this time travel fixit is shaping up to be an absolutely incredible read. i love the way this author writes jon so so much, and the characterization is spot on. this whole fic just satisfies some little part of me. god. also!! bubonickitten’s writing in general? beautiful. please check out their other works.
The Timeline of Theseus by Applea
Jon tries to force the Spiral to send him back, but the Sprial's corridors never twist things quite the way you want them to. Back in 1996, Elias has no idea why or how the Eye made such a powerful Avatar out of an 8 year old, especially when said 8 year old doesn't actually know he has any powers at all. Clearly such a child cannot be left outside the Institute's care.
Notes: This fic is legitimately brilliant. The author manages to capture the big ADHD mood and the precociousness of baby Jon while managing to write a wonderful storyline. Time travel! Elderly lesbians! A Jonah who is wildly in over his head but was walloped over the head with paternal instinct! Baby Gerry! What more could you possibly ask for?
rooms full of people who do not love each other yet by seaer
Summary:
“Wanted to ask about a book.” The boy has his hand on the counter, and he leans into it, nonchalant. The library is air-conditioned, but by no means frigid, and Jon can’t help but feel sweaty just looking at the layers he’s wearing; what looks like old leather over an olive-green Magnus pullover over his school shirt. “Do you have A Journal of the Plague Year?”
Jon says, tetchily, “We’re about to close.”
“I know. Do you have A Journal of the Plague Year?”
Notes: I am so in love with this author’s writing style and the way they write the characters!! The jon and gerry friendship is PERFECT and the character interactions are all darling.
if you read these fics please send the authors some love, they definitely deserve it!!
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Sleep-Deprived College Student Becomes World's Strongest Cultivator By Bullshit Means
Summary:The last thing WanLi An (Ani) expected was to a) die in the most pathetic and ridiculous manner, b) wake up in the body of a villain destined to be beheaded in a war of their own making. Of course with Ani's luck, that's exactly what happened. Now Ani finds herself the ruthless, morally-questionable at best, leader of Qishan Wen, rearing two bratty children, while pretending that yes, she is absolutely Wen Ruohan. Nothing to see here! Everything is just fine. Except the universe isn't done making her life hell. "For fuck's sake, I just wanted my degree!"
Chapter 1: Holy Fucking Shit
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11+
Content Warnings: Death, Mourning, Dirty Jokes
AO3
On my gravestone, I want the following epithet: Murdered by heels via the eighth floor window. Gravity was a co-conspirator.
There she flew, like an outtake of 'It's a Wonderful Life', skirt flapping in the wind harder than a can-can dancer's. Ani, known to her angry mother as WanLi An, was NOT about to become the world's next human pudding if she had any say about it. She reached for the psychology department’s brick edges, anything to stop the fall that ended in concrete.
Supergirl, now’s your chance! Fulfill my lesbian dream!
As she waited for the inevitable hero to come swooping in, a familiar object flew past her like from the Rabbit Hole scene in ‘Alice in Wonderland’: the softcover book she’d been reading, glossy title flashing its Chinese characters, ‘Mo Dao Zu Shi’.
Oh ya, I could learn to fly on a sword!
She made a grab at it but missed, watching the wind sweep it away. Another possession flew into Ani’s line of sight: a pink tote bag with the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it – for A-Li. His meringues packed inside, made just for him to stuff his face with with the intention of proving that yes, he can fit five in his mouth now, all came flying out. The wind clearly wanted to take them for itself.
Those are for A-Li you air-bag!
Waving her arms around, she tried to reach for the helicoptering meringues with much gusto and much failure.The whistle in her ear might as well have been snickering.
A photograph slipped into Ani’s line of sight taken back in China of her entire family: her parents, grandmother, A-Li, days before her father died.
The wind stole the air out of her lungs. Ani lunged out for the photo, stretching as far as she possibly could while having no anchor. Fingertips brushed it as it flitted into the wind’s grasp, leaving her outstretched hand empty, small. She lunged again, muscles bulging as she strained towards the closest corner. Failure. The wind howled in laughter.
No! No don’t do this!
Ani screamed at the wind that tore at her, at the grey sky that looked at her with no mercy.
I’m going to die. I can’t die- Grandmother, I can’t! Not now. I have to take care of A-Li–
A single tear kissed her cheek before floating in the air, too light to fall, before she plunged into the concrete.
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Ani’s eyes shot open, a gasp escaping her lips. Her heart pounded into the pillows she was lying face-first in, breathing as if she’d just woken up from a nightmare.
She was in bed. At home. Safe. Her muscles relaxed, sinking into the mattress beneath-
Something hard resisted against her body, as if the mattress was more akin to a wooden board then memory foam. She blinked, allowing her hands to wander the bed, pressing and feeling against silky bedding.
This isn’t my bed-
Wait.
She shouldn’t even be in bed.
Ani lunged out for the photo, stretching as far as she possibly could without an anchor. Fingertips brushed it as it flitted into the wind’s grasp, leaving her outstretched hand empty, small. She lunged again, muscles bulging as she strained towards the closest corner. Failure. The wind howled in laughter.
She should have died.
I fell.
I fell eight stories.
I fell eight stories onto concrete.
Ani sat up, finally looking where she was lying. She was in a large bed with a thick, silky, maroon blanket – something that her grandmother would have owned.
What the fuck?
Ani looked up. Wooden beams criss-crossed above her, holding up a low ceiling made of an unknown dark wood.
Why was there a ceiling? Wasn’t I just seconds ago falling out of a building into the concrete, outside? Where no ceilings could exist?
Ani crawled towards the edge of the bed to take a good look.
It wasn’t a ceiling, but a wooden canopy, with ostentatious diamond and floral engravings, accompanied by transparent red and black valance.
Where am I?
Ani finally looked up from the bed. Her eyes bulged. Three college classrooms couldn’t have fit within this single bedroom.
Beyond the bed, a built-in nightstand had been covered in glass bottles, some small as pennies and others like glass blown art, and torn white sheets .
Bandages perhaps? I’m supposed to be in a hospital…? This doesn’t look like a hospital bed.
Beyond, silky red and woolen carpets decorated the dark floors. Across the room, a large table sat perpendicular to the wall covered in stacks of scrolls.
Some regular-old New York City hospital most definitely wouldn’t have this – a waste of space and money.
Ani blinked. Where was the IV drip? The heart monitor? White curtains? The sink? The putrid smell of alcohol and plastic? Flowers? She definitely deserved flowers. Especially after everything.
What sorry excuse of a hospital is this?! An alt-medicine hospital?Did they give me acid? Was the whole accidentally-falling-out-of-a-building-from-the-top-floor-because-why-not sequence a dream?
Ani rubbed her eyes to make absolutely certain she wasn’t indeed hallucinating. Except, her hand felt strange, as if someone attached weights to them without asking her permission. Ani pulled at them with more force, until she smacked herself in the face. She hissed in pain, glaring at her stupid hand-
What. The. Fuck.
This wanna-be-Micky-mouse-glove abomination was abso-fucking-lutely not her hand. She brought it close, staring at the long pale fingers, razor sharp nails –absolutely a lesbian hazard – and delicate wrist. It was at least twice the size of her face, and felt…foreign. Flexible, catching more air. Ani was pretty sure she could make shoes out of these hands and comfortably walk in them and with room.
She brought up her other hand in comparison. To her utter horror, they matched!
Ani closed her eyes, hoping that somehow to conjure up her smaller, tanner, lesbian-friendly hands. She opened one eye, her kernel of hope popping
Nope.
Either Ani was tripping very hard on acid to the point that her brain forgot the importance of clipped nails, or she’d fallen eight floors and needed a transplant and the only thing available were these man-hands.
Cold pooled in Ani’s gut. Ani tossed off the blankets, scrambling to her feet. She ran towards the golden mirror attached to a nearby vanity. Despite skidding to a stop, her torso continued its trajectory until she face-planted into the floor.
“Fuck,” she bit out.
The sound that came out of her mouth was not the familiar timbre of her voice. She coughed and spoke again.
“Hello.”
It sounded so wrong. Ani spoke a few more words– “Hewwo,” “Nya-Nya,” “Nico Nico Nii,” “Motherfucker,”– before taking a deeper breath. No matter what sounds she made, the voice remained low like a choral bass singer. As low as her father’s had been. Tears welled in Ani’s eyes as she slowly tried to get to her feet, head spinning.
What’s happening? Why are my hands weird? Why is my voice weird!
Even her feet were weird: pale and big like her hands. Sweat prickled at the back of her neck, trickling down her back into the collar of white robes that fell to her calves. She never could afford something like this.
Nor did hospitals supply silk robes.
She brushed the robes aside as she got to her knees, her jaw throbbing, and faced the golden mirror.
The face that stared back at her wasn’t her own.
It was a face of man, with bright, unnatural scarlet eyes.
The mirror broke.
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Ani flinched at the violent crack. She looked behind her, searching for whatever had broken the mirror. Outside of the table and a sliding-door that led to who-knows-where, there was nothing that could have caused the damage.
She closed her eyes, counting to ten. Reopened them. She closed her eyes, counting to twenty. Reopened them. The same unknown male face stared back at her: long oval face, messy bed-head black hair, and vivid crimson eyes, tinted slightly by the color of the mirror. Not the round face, short dark hair and eyes that she has seen in the mirror every day for twenty-three years. Not the face she preferred.
Red eyes? Seriously? Red? Hardly realistic.
Not even albino irises were this intense. She backed away from the mirror, coming into the body’s full height. At least twice her height - which explains the sheer size of her hands and feet.
At least I’ll be able to reach the top shelves without being laughed at.
The thought quickly scurried away the longer she looked at herself. The mirror mimicked every move she made. The cracks distorted her figure– no, the man’s figure.
What’s happening? What’s going on? Why am I in this body? Is this a hallucination?
Ani mentally ran through all her psychology courses until she had an idea.
Wait, there is still one more test. People who suffer from delusions often attempt to use other senses to figure out if they truly are seeing what is in front of them. So if this is all a delusion-
Shutting her eyes, Ani stuck her hand between her legs-
Yup. That was most definitely not there before. I’m in a man’s body. Confirmed.
She groaned, sinking to the floor in defeat, resting her head on the table. Leaning her head back, she noticed the scrolls wrapped in beige ribbons.
Perhaps these documents will tell me what the hell is going on.
She pulled at the ribbons, looking for something, anything that could give her answers. She scanned the unfurled parchment, noticing a collection of vertical lines, occasionally underlined once or twice that made no sense to her. Dates?
She could understand the Chinese characters, except the style was clearly more archaic, with words that would never be used in any book that would be found at home. Except the older poetry books, because poets like to be pretentious know-it-alls.
Ani looked for writing utensils, except instead of finding pencils and pens that every self-respecting person would have, she found only bamboo brushes.
‘Want to learn?’ a memory itched at the back of her mind, floating to the surface.
Her grandmother had returned from Beijing, eyes crinkling with a smile that her bright blue face mask hid. Ten-year old Ani cried out in happiness, rushing towards the open door in only her purple floral pajamas. Her father grabbed her before she could topple her grandmother with an unexpected bear hug.
‘Ani, Ani, look what I brought you,’ she said with a familiar grin the moment she pulled down her mask under her aging chin.
From a plastic bag, she removed several shiny brushes, the bamboo wood birch-yellow, polished to a shine, and the bristles a variety of browns and white, pointy like a pencil.
Her grandmother handed them to her, ‘Now Ani, these are the brushes of our ancestors, they used to work with these so long ago to make beautiful calligraphy. Want to learn?’
With careful fingers, Ani lifted one of the brushes, running her finger over the bristles and the smooth handle. These weren’t the brushes her grandmother gave her – the handles weren’t as dark nor as smooth as the wood lacked the sheen polish that modern brushes had, and the bristles were more frayed – not supported by synthetic material. These weren’t her grandmother’s brushes but-
“Am I…in the past?”
She scanned the space around her, searching for any sign of modern technology. A fireplace, a wardrobe that most probably cost at least a quarter of her tuition, mats that most definitely were made of organic material, not the synthetic fibers of the modern age. There wasn’t a single modern artifact in the room.
“I’m in the PAST?” Ani cried out, tearing at her hair, “How did THIS happen?”
Her heart beat pounded in her ears. How? How? How? How!
“Sect Leader Wen!”
Ani yelped, grabbing a bronze candle holder as the door slid open. She backed up into the mirror, glad it hadn’t shattered earlier. Assuming whatever entered the room wasn't trying to kill her, the last thing she needed was to pay for broken property just because she stared too hard at the mirror.
A man with dull robes walked in on his knees. Their eyes met and he fell into a bow, face first into the hard wooden floors.
“We are pleased to see you awake Sect Leader!”
Yes, I’m sure you are.
“Physician Wen is being notified now,” he continued. “Is there anything that we can do for you in the meanwhile, Sect Leader Wen?”
Luckily, the servant was too busy digging his nose into the floor and quivering like a vibrator to notice the way her mouth dropped along with the candle.
Sect Leader…Wen?
The name was familiar. Too familiar. She looked past the servant, above the door to the banner that decorated the walls.
The sun symbol.
A stone dropped into her stomach. She hadn’t just traveled into the past. She’d transmigrated into the world of Mo Dao Zu Shi.
As Sect Leader Wen Ruohan.
Who was destined to die.
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Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War, Part 23: An Altenuous Situation
Part 22
Welcome back to another week of Let’s Tolerate Thracia. …. I mean, let’s play Fire Emblem IV. When we left off, we had just recruited the world’s worst hostage, and were about to send him back to save his doofus father. Let’s check out our new kid!
So here’s Cairpre. He’s… he’s certainly around. His Major Bragi holy blood and all those staves in his backpack should be enough to tell you he’s actually the second child of Claude and Sylvia, making him Lene’s younger brother. How he ended up in Thracia, away from his sister and adopted by Santa Claus, will have to be a story for another time because right now we’re summarizing his unit and he’s… okay. Basically another Claude. He starts off at level one, which is not as big a problem as it could be because he should never, ever be in combat anyway, and comes in with several long-range healing staves that will make his level shoot up fast. He’s just another healer, really. Not a bad healer, but nothing super impressive.
He starts the long walk back to his adopted father to recruit him while Patty just keeps right on stabbing some helpless dude, like a hero.
Good job, Patty! The healer down south of her who kept patching that guy up should push her over the edge to another level, and she’ll be close to promotion. And with him gone, other units who were busy keeping her target standing still can move to clear out Hannibal’s castle.
Mook: If you wish to claim it, you must first claim my life!
There was absolutely no need to do that. He’d have disappeared peacefully when I recruit Hannibal anyway. I just wanted the free experience points.
Patty is learning to become a cannon lately, huh? When she promotes she’ll just wreck people. Lana also gains a level from warping our remaining promotion candidates back to home base to pick up their new clothes, with Lene’s help.
Your mom would be proud, sweetie. But not as proud as I will be of our four shiny new promotes!
Oh, that’s beautiful. Tinni in particular is a standout here, because promoting to War Mage lets her use swords (which… no), Staves, and pushes her Thunder rank up to A so she can finally buy her mom’s old Thoron tome.
And Patty is here too! Cairpre even gains his first level just from zapping the army with his Fortify staff. A good one, too. I’m so proud-ish of him. And from here, Seliph is finally close enough to recruit Altena…
Altena: My brother, Prince Leif, has explained the truth to me, and I can no longer oppose you. If you please, I’d like to join your ranks.
Seliph: Princess Altena?! … Ah, yes. That’s right! Prince Leif has told me everything, and we’ve both prayed you would come… He’ll be so glad to know you’ve joined us. You’ve made a difficult but wise decision.
(I like the implication that the entire drama with Altena was something Seliph knew about, but just kind of slipped his mind.)
Altena: … I can still scarcely believe this has all happened. And yet, the moment I gazed into my brother’s eyes, I understood everything.
(Platonically! She was gazing into his eyes platonically! God, I hate that I feel the need to specify that.)
Altena: His eyes revealed my father’s warm gaze… and as clear as if it were yesterday, I felt for a split second as if I was swaddled in my mother’s gentle arms…
(PLATONICALLY!)
Seliph: I admit I’m still not entirely sure what King Travant was trying to do with you. I still cannot see what would have led him to spare you and bring you into his home after murdering your parents…
(… It was the holy spear of the gods that only she can wield. Why do so many people have trouble grasping that?!)
Altena: I’ve heard he once told my brother, Arion, that he sought to use the power of Leonster’s holy lance, Gae Bolg, as his own. For that alone, he needed me…
Seliph: You were little more than a tool to him?
Altena: I… I’m still not entirely sure. For all his cruelty, he still treated me as if I were his true daughter.
(… When?)
Seliph: Did he, now… I suppose I’ve never known much of his ways.
(That’s cool, neither did the writers.)
Altena: I must as a favor of you, milord. It’s about Arion… we need to help Prince Arion!
Seliph: Certainly! I’m hardly eager to fight a man of his fine caliber, if what I’ve heard is true. The only question is, can we convince him?
Altena: I’ll do my best to persuade him again. All I ask is a little time. Please, milord!
… and having had that dopey mess, also let Cairpre recruit Hannibal.
Cairpre: Lord Seliph freed me from Luthecia!
Hannibal: Cairpre?! Y…you’re safe!
Cairpre: Yep! Listen, Papa…. I want to join Lord Seliph’s army. Thracia’s changed so much lately…. I want to fight to help all of its people, and bring back the old Thracia!
Hannibal: Heh… you’ve grown into a splendid young man, Cairpre. Very well! I, too, shall serve Lord Seliph.
Cairpre: Yes! Thank you, Papa! First we’ll help free Thracia, and then together, we’ll challenge the Empire!
See, Altena? That was a nice normal discussion that didn’t make either of them look like total doofuses who weren’t paying attention to the war they were in. Ah, well, let’s take a look at the newbies.
So here’s Hannibal. He… well, let’s not mince words, he probably wasn’t worth the effort of recruiting him. He’s not a bad unit, inherently, being a General with Pavise, Vantage, and Adept (though with only 11 speed, it’s unlikely he’ll be activating that third one very often). It’s just that the majority of his stats are only ‘decent’ at a time in the game when many units are approaching ‘godlike’, and like Arden before him, he has a lower movement range than everyone else in a game where you’ll quickly find yourself wishing everyone would just get a horse. He’ll get a little use, but honestly most of the time he’ll be staying at our home base to make sure no random reinforcements sneak up and steal it from under us.
And after two borderline duds, we finally get our shining diamond of the map. Altena is a monster; even unpromoted her stats are already mostly equal or better than Hannibal’s, and she’s got more levels left to gain than he does with better growth rates on top of it, thanks to coming with two different Holy Blood types, Major Nova and Minor Baldur. She’s also a flying unit, meaning Fee no longer has to go everywhere alone, and comes into the army carrying all of Quan’s old spears, including the truly awesome Gae Bolg coming at last back to our hands after we barely got to play with it last time. It may not be the almighty nuke that Forseti or Balmung are, but +10 each to Strength, Skill, and Defense is nothing to sneeze at. Our two combatants can now head into nearby castles to face the Arena. I suspect… there will be slight differences in performance.
Altena: Seven wins, gained two levels: +3 HP, +2 Strength, +1 Speed, +2 Defense
Hannibal: Six wins, gained one level: +1 Strength
One of these two had a better performance. Though, in fairness, Hannibal getting creamed did let Lana gain a level from healing him.
Much better! Okay end turn.
Legion of Doom: I suppose it was unavoidable… Fortify our defensive line. Until reinforcements arrive, we must defend the castle at all costs.
Brock from Pokemon: Heh, no matter. The rebels’ little rampage ends here. Ready, men? We’re going in. The Emperor himself’s put a handsome bounty on each rebel head. We mustn’t waste a chance to claim it for ourselves!
So there’s our next issue. The invading Grannvale squad to the north is fairly nasty. Entirely composed of promoted cavalry units and packing two healers with them; they’re hard to wear down in a single turn, and if they all get a shot at the same unit they can definitely take out all but our strongest kids. So, you know, don’t let that happen. To the south, at Grutia castle, is almost the opposite; a veritable swarm of ballistae, so Fee and Altena can’t even really get close, and a Dark Bishop with a siege tome. Once we get close to them they’ll break like cheap glass, but getting there can be risky, to say the least. We’re going to split up; it’s a bit tricky, but in general the ballistae are not a huge issue compared to the bishop miniboss, so anyone who goes for the southern castle mostly has to have enough resistance to take a shot from him, or enough speed and luck to reliably dodge him. I go with Seliph, Leif, Nanna, Ares, Larcei, Shannan, Julia, Arthur, and Lana. The rest of the army will be blocking off the pass to stop the incoming cavalry. Ideally, we’ll get a situation where we can split their attack across several people and then crush them on the return trip. A few turns over movement, and we find ourselves…
Not even close! Everyone was too far away, and that first one snuck up on me real good. I didn’t realize I’d put Lester at the edge of someone’s movement. I was so caught off guard I didn’t screenshot the combat (he dodged. Go archery!). So our first step right now is to back the Hell up.
…
Well, okay, second step.
That’s for swinging at my squishy horse archer, jerkass. I draw back everyone to create a battle line that’s split in the middle by the castle; this should be drawing out a big chunk of the enemy without letting them focus fire on one character. End turn!
Not bad, other than the fact I forgot to equip Finn with his big-people spear and he got a little creamed. Cairpre, care to patch the team up?
Good kid. Rest of the team, rock out!
…. I really dislike that we couldn’t kill that fucking mid-boss. He hits like a truck and he’s annoyingly fast. I… don’t want to end the turn. I see it going badly. But… *sigh*… let’s see…
…. Yeah, I knew that was gonna happen. I knew it. Dammit. Reset.
Okay. This time, we are going to be brave and run away. Once more, kill the outer layer and flee. Go, my brave cowards!
And with this, the only character in the boss’s attack range is Arthur, who is parked in the castle and wielding Forseti. Yes, I am a vindictive person. End turn!
… That’s it?! You didn’t even take a shot, you fucker! Fine, fine, Arthur will come to you.
Congratulations, Musar, you managed to land a single blow. That is more than most of the foes he slaughters can achieve. Arthur also gets the droppable Tornado tome from this boss, meaning he can sell the Elwind he’s been using for his sister to pick up later, or maybe it can go to Lana after I get a chance to promote her, haven’t decided yet. Cairpre even gains another level after healing Arthur’s boo-boos.
Good kid! Not very bright, but talented in his own way. Now, hey, who wants to slaughter?
*sniff* Not bad at all. All that remains of this enemy force is one healer that Patty can chew on to her heart’s content. I have Lana warp Lester back to the home base to promote, and on the next turn she can do the same to Arthur. This army is really coming together! To the north, I’m going to let Cairpre have most of the villages; he’ll need money to repair his staves after spamming them to gain levels on this map. Lana will too, of course, but she…
Has a booooooooooooyfriend. Ulster is rolling in cash and he’ll only be getting more, since he barely needs to spend anything these days, relying on nice normal swords instead of legendary money sinks, so I’ll just have him give Lana all his wealth next turn.
Now, to the south, it’s… *sigh*… time to wade into the Ballista Storm, I suppose. This will be annoying, so I’m just gonna smash it as quickly and brutally as I can; Ares, Leif, and Seliph, go right for the boss and kill. Everyone’s on a horse so they should only have to spend one turn being shot at before they reach and take out the boss. Eeeeeeeend turn!
And you know what, let’s just stop there? It’s like seven more shots of just that. I hate ballistae so much.
Judah: This world is Lord Loptyr’s to smother in darkness!
I appreciate that I somehow managed to miss the cool-looking part of the Fenrir spell and got the weird hit-flash moment where the whole screen turns randomly blue. Now then, our turn, and let’s try to end this fast.
*whistle* Leif, I always forget just how much of a monster promotion turns you into. Up to the north, meanwhile, we still have an army. I know, I forgot them too.
You do you, Patty. While Patty torments a priest… again… Lene takes this time to chat with her newly-recruited and long-lost brother that she doesn’t actually know.
Lene: Wait, you’re from Darna too?
Cairpre: You’re familiar with Darna, Lene?
Lene: Yep! I grew up in the abbey there. They told me my mom was a dancer, who left me there when I was about two years old. That’s why I’m a dancer now. I was thinking that maybe, if I did the same thing as her, one day I might find her again. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I taught myself everything I know about dancing.
Cairpre: That’s really great of you, Lene! I, er, guess I thought wrong about you…
Lene: Not a big fan of dancers, Cairpre?
Cairpre: Not really…. At least, not unti I met you, Lene.
Lene: Awww! Thanks, Cairpre!
Cairpre gains +1 Luck from this, because…. Look, you need to stop asking questions. I also choose not to zap Arthur home after all; he doesn’t need his promotion, and I want him to shut up and marry Julia already, so I’m gluing them together for now. Maybe they’ll hook up, maybe they won’t, but either way I’ll demand they sex who they are told to sex. Instead, Lana just heals someone and levels…
And Lester takes his promotion.
Not a super impressive promotion, but… a promotion. The turn ends there, and the enemy phase is a desperately sad event, with ballistae firing and missing again and again. It saddens me. I’m sad.
Look at that! Even Oifey doesn’t respect them.
In any event, Patty finishes bullying the clergy and Cairpre zaps her…
And we dismantle some siege equipment.
And that’s that! The current section of map is over, so I take a few turns to move folks around; Cairpre starts trekking north to get his fortune, while the rest of the army splits up, most of them heading south to hook up with Seliph and co., but Patty, Ulster, Lana, Shanan, Tinni, Faval, and Altena are staying in the north to reinforce our assorted castles. Thracians are tricky and they can fly, so you can’t leave your castles unattended for a second on this stupid map. The first time I played I actually managed to lose all of them but Meath just through sheer force of stupid.
And it is on this exciting note that I leave you for the week, gentle readers. Seliph, will you play us out?
(You may remember the previous update wherein Arion just suddenly turned into a rampaging douche. That state of events has stuck.)
Lewyn: I suppose that stubborn dracoknight pride compels him to fight to the bitter end. I was hoping the legendary Arion of Thracia would be a wiser man than this… Seliph, I hope you understand we can’t turn back now. This last battle needs to be fought.
(Well, yeah, dude, his family has been trying to kill us for two weeks while we politely ask them to go away.)
Seliph: I don’t understand him. Why would Arion insist on fighting such a futile battle… how can he be so callous? Does he not understand the grief he’s inflicting on Altena?
… And hey, for once, Lewyn doesn’t spout some pseudo-philosophy at us! This really is a bright note to leave an update on. See y’all next week!
Total Resets: 27. I knew that boss was a bastard and I still let myself get caught off guard. For shame, me.
Part 24
#let's play#let's play fire emblem IV#Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War#fire emblem 4#Genealogy of the Holy War#my writing#lp#fire emblem#long post#they're all long
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I’m still so exhausted from this kids show rehearsal yesterday I gotta type it out to deal omfg
- The guy in charge of sound and lighting used to do shows in this company with me so I’ve known him for like 7 years??? When I got there and said hi he immediately launched into this weird super-commanding tone and started very quickly explaining how to work the lights to me (like so fast I couldn’t keep up), before abruptly breaking off mid-sentence and saying in a quiet, high pitched voice, “Also hi I haven’t seen you in forever...” like Tom bud I know
- I was there in like the back of the theater for maybe 15 minutes before the director, across the entire room and on stage, spotted me and screamed “THERE SHE IS” loud enough that all the little kids jumped in fear. Before I could even contemplate trying to hide she’s yelling “THERE’S MY MOLLY GIRL” so loud she could have awoken the ancient and buried gods of old, and running off the stage towards me. Immediately after hugging me she was clearly trying to asses and judge all of my life choices, as if I wasn’t the only person helping out out of kindness that’s not getting paid. omfg
- One of the kids mom’s kept running around demanding to know where Horton was. I desperately tried to explain to her I didn’t know any Horton’s. She grew angrier with me every time I saw her.
- We eventually figured out she was looking for Steven, who played Horton the Elephant in Seussical, like, 4 years ago
-Also, Steven was wearing a dark red ‘vans’ shirt, red and black flannel pajama pants, and completely bright red shoes that looked like plastic. I supported him.
- Alarming number of 10-12 year old boys trying to flirt with me. Guess I can’t wear V-necks for the rest of the week
- One of the Older Teen Interns(tm) who I vaguely knew when he was like nine pulled a cane out of his ass and kept spinning it around to look cool while flirting with the Older Teen Intern Girls(tm) instead of, like, doing his job
- Fuck there were so many moms there and they kept glaring at me when I was trying to put mics on kids??? Lady listen I’m not feeling up your leprechaun spawn he didn’t know how to hide the mic pack jfc
- Back in my day(tm) I had to run offstage yelling “SOMEONE STRIP ME” while three different older people of varying genders ripped clothes and mic packs off my body. You can handle me telling your kid to take his jacket off while I try to clip something to his pants oh my GOD
- The kid playing Gaston is the best one in the show but he’s a TWIG and it’s hilarious. He’s got a really strong commanding voice for an 11 year old but every time he talks about how hot he is or strikes a muscle man pose Tom and I were fucking dying in the back
- I went and taped up the lists of mic switches and stuff in the dressing rooms and I thought everything was fine until like 40 minutes later when I was like “they’re like fourth graders they probably can’t see that high” omfg and I spent the rest of the day waiting for someone to complain about it so I could Die
- Holy shit one of the ensemble kids was this real sarcastic shit with long hair and he was lowkey trying to hard to be funny and I know it sounds mean but he was def the type of kid you look at and you’re like ‘you’re gonna become a stoner or a shooter there’s no in between’ omfg
- THE MICS WERE A P R O B L E M
- And I know shit always happens the first rehearsal and blah blah blah but this was RIDICULOUS I literally thought Tom was going to burst into flames
- And some point he just yelled “SCREW IT” and raced out of the room and came back a few minutes later and made everyone try the mics again. They were still a bit of a problem but working a lot better so I was like “what did you do?” and he went on this whole explanation about how he bypassed the theaters sound system and I’ll admit I don’t understand much of the technical stuff but his attitude and tone of voice seemed to imply he probably wasn’t allowed to do whatever he did lmao
- Seriously I swear one of those little shit head kids found out about the ‘M-word’ superstition and yelled it back stage. That’s the only explanation I can think of for why everything was fucked up
- Also I’m sorry but the kids...are terrible
- I really don’t wanna be mean like they’re kids I wanna give them the benefit of the doubt but even at one point Tom was like “...were we ever this bad?” and I had to be like “Tom we have video evidence proving we were never this bad? Save for Fame”
- Just...imagine 60 some little kids screeching an off tune version of the opening number for 3 hours. Imagine it. I lived it.
- Gaston, Potts and one other girl (forget who she’s playing) all have decent voices but the girls were SO QUIET SWEETHEARTS YOU GOTTA PROJECT
-IM THE SHIEST PERSON I KNOW BUT I STEP ON A STAGE AND YOU CAN DAMN WELL BE SURE PEOPLE ARE HEARING ME IN THE BACK ROW WHETHER IVE GOT A MIC OR NOT. P R O J E C T
- There were so many times when a song got really out of tune or messed up so I was like “That was a note...” and the poor music major Tom sitting next to me almost having to choke out “No it wasn’t” lol
- The set makes very little sense
- “Where’s their tony nom?”
- Oh gosh during the great Mic Death at some point this REALLY WEIRD SOUND got picked up it sounded like aliens were fucking aobut to blow us up everyone was freaking out because mics shouldn’t make that sound??? Like 10 minutes into this we realized it was the directors husband playing something on his phone o h m y G o d my dude did you not hear us yelling
- SPEAKING OF HIM I couldn’t actually do anything with the lights during rehearsal bc they weren’t locked in place yet??? So he drops off two wrenches at one point and is like “I’ll be back at five when this is done and then we can fix the lights” which is reasonable, right?
- Five o’clock. Five oh five. Five ten. Five twenty. Where’s Jimmy? Jimmy. We can’t do this without Jimmy. Where’s Jimmy? Why can’t you do the lights without him? Because that latter is 20 feet in the air and I’d rather risk your husbands life than my own. Jimmy, pick up your phone. Five thirty. Where’s Jimmy? Has anyone seen Jimmy? Is Jimmy even real any more? Did Jimmy ever exist? Did we all just hallucinate an old man who almost exclusively wears bike shorts? Jimmy, where are you. The lights Jimmy, you promised. This is just what Jimmy does, he just does this. Where’s Jimmy? Who’s Jimmy? Where’s Ji-
- That question is etched into my soul now
- He finally gets there and that was just. A whole production in itself. “DUDE you can’t hit the lights with the latter you’re messing up the light’s you just set. Jimmy. the LIGHTS. AIM IT TO YOUR LEFT. WE CANT MOVE THE LATTER LIKE THAT.” oh my God
- The kids didn’t even get through the first act of the show. Which I normally wouldn’t judge because LORD KNOWS, but like...this is the Junior version. There’s only like 5 or six scenes in each act and they’re all fairly short. omfg
- “Lights, hey, why isn’t Maurice’s sphere lighting up?” “That’s literally not our job? It’s a prop?”
- Oh my God so when the lighting board was explained to me at noon I understood abso-fucking-lutely NONE of it, I was so fucking confused, I was certain I was going to let the production down.
- We get to like 5:50 when we finally start working the lights and with no further explanation or reminder I KNEW. I WAS ONE WITH THE BOARD. I WAS IN CONTROL. I BECAME A GODDESS OF LIGHT.
-I also hadn’t slept or eaten all day so I was a little loopy at that point
- An adorable tiny girl ran back at one point and started gushing over how cool the light and sound jobs were and kept pressing buttons we were gonna CRY she was precious
- 7 years later, I’m still the ONLY person who doesn’t get cell reception in the theater. My phone became possessed before my very eyes and called like 3 people on it’s own accord.
- A mom was really mad everyone else had tickets already and she didn’t. “Ma’am, you didn’t buy any tickets.” “Well, I wanna buy some now.” “This isn’t the box office.” “Everyone else has tickets!” “Yes, because they bought them on ticket day or called the box office.” “So why can’t I get tickets now?” “THIS ISNT THE BOX OFFICE.” And then we found out the show is sold out. Oh boy.
I don’t predict surviving the week.
#rip#batb vagueblogging 2k17#molly mumbles#this seems tame but trust me I'm gonna die#also I know I forgot shit in my sleep
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These were some cool and different questions! Thank you so much for sharing. I always appreciate it. 1,2,3,4,6,7,8,10,11,12,16,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,28,29,30,33,34,38,41,43,45,46,50,51,53,55,57,59
This was a good set of questions haha
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
Nope, ive never really doubted that other people also exist. Unless this is talking about aliens? The I'm not really sure haha
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
I'd say about a 2. Not extremely afraid but I get the occasional spooky vibes
3. The person you would never want to meet?
Never want to meet? I guess just anyone with shitty racist/sexist/bullshit views
4. What is your favorite word?
I've always like "catacombs" and also "chevrolet" lol
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
"I should dye my hair again"
7. What shirt are you wearing?
Its blue with some embroidery flowers idk
8. What do you label yourself as?
Emo trash princess (lol)
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Lying in bed on my phone probably on this godforsaken website
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
Probably my third year of university so around 21
12. Who told you they loved you last?
I think it was @honeyfire
16. The last song you listened to?
I'm currently listening to knifeplay by william control.
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
Can they be fictional? I want mr clean to be my slave and clean my entire house til its spotless lol
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
Its cliche, but I like my eyes
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
Honestly id probably just jerk it, maybe try and get myself a blowjob since id never be able to feel that a as girl
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
Hmm no I don't think so . I have a talent for memorising song lyrics but thats not really a secret
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
I hate gas stations and I have a weird fear of getting kidnapped at one
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
This is way too much pressure for my feeble mind. Is it boring if I just say turkey with havarti and lettuce? Is this the only kind of sandwich I can have for the rest of my life? Does a grilled cheese count as a sandwich? Cause in that case I might have to change my answer, what about ice cream sandwiches?
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Probably take my family out for dinner, or just take myself out for a fancy dinner lol
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
My boring answer is LA, my bff answer is Calgary to see Carolyn and my adventure answer is Jeju Island
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
My island is a no hate zone so none of the "isms" are allowed
29. What is your favorite expletive?
Fuck easily wins this question
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
My Childhood teddy bear, aptly named "Bear"
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
One of my childhood neighbours died suddenly a few years back, she really held their family together and was an all around wonderful person.
34. What was your last dream about?
I don't remember my dreams that often, one of the more memorable ones I had a little while ago was me going on a date with pewdiepie lol
38. What is the color of your socks?
Black white and grey stripes
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
chocolate everything
43. Do you have any scars?
I have a lot of scarring from years of anxious skin picking, my shoulders and back especially. It's very unsightly and I'm very self conscious about it. As for other notable cars I have one on my arm from the oven and some scrape marks on my knees from playing softball
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Related to the last question I wish I could have clear skin. I would sell my soul to get rid of acne and whatnot for the rest of my life
46. Are you reliable?
I definitely think so, I tend to take care of other people better than I take care of myself
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
I've had so many interesting conversations. I kind of live for them. I guess one I wasn't expecting was when my ex asked me if I used a specific type of dryer sheets because his roommate was doing laundry and he got turned on by the smell of them¯\_(ツ)_/¯
51. Are you a good liar?
I like to think I am. Maybe not outright lies but "spinning the truth"
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
I just recently found my grade 5 graduation picture and I had some skunk like highlights going on lol
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
I can do a really awful English accent, so not really
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
I think some hearts with crayons on a restaurant table
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain
Sometimes I sing but not too often. I don't think I do anything that unusual, sometimes ill brush my teeth, is that unusual?
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Why Catherine of Aragon is One of My Favorite Historical Figures
(information curtesy of the internet and my own knowledge)
· Catherine of Aragon was born on December 16, 1485. Until her dying day, (January 7, 1536) she was insistent she was the true Queen of England. It is said that she had pretty much anyone that she was in contact with refer to her as the Queen or she didn’t talk to them, meaning literal queen Catherine made literally everyone who was anyone call her Queen Catherine or she didn’t speak to them. She even said at one point, “In this world I will confess myself to be the king’s true wife, and in the next they will know how unreasonably I am afflicted.” Can I also point out that she had a STRONGER CLAIM TO THE THRONE THAN KING HENRY VII DID?!?!?! This was due to her ancestry as she was related to Blanche of Lancaster and Constance of Castile on her mother’s (Isabella I of Castile) side while King Henry VII was the descendent of John of Gaunt’s marriage third marriage to Katherine Swynford whose children were born out of wedlock. They were only legitimized after the death of Constance and the marriage of John to Katherine. Originally Katherine’s children were barred from the throne however this was ignored in later years thus King Henry VII. Name me a more iconic queen of England, I’ll wait.
· At the age of three she was betrothed to Arthur, Prince of Wales. Despite this, she studied arithmetic, canon and civil law, classical literature, genealogy and heraldry, history, philosophy, religion, and theology. She learned to read and write in both Spanish and Latin and could speak both languages as well as being able to speak French and Greek, however, it has been reported that she had a communication barrier with Arthur because, while they both spoke Latin, they learned entirely different pronunciations of the words. Catherine also was said to have a Spanish accent when she spoke that she was unable to get rid of. (Not that she was trying or anything) However, this did not matter much because her and Arthur were only married about six months prior to his untimely death. On top of her plethora of worldly knowledge, she learned general things that would have made her a good wife such as cooking, dancing, drawing, embroidery, good manners, lace-making, music, needlepoint, sewing, spinning, and weaving. In short, literal Queen Catherine was learned as fuck and her interest in academics only grew as she got older. Please also keep in mind this was the at a time in which it was uncommon for women to even know how to write and she’s was more educated than people TODAY. She provided substantial knowledge for her daughter as well as continuing to broaden her own knowledge. During this time Catherine actually made education among women fashionable due to her influence over the women of the time period and she commonly donated to universities up until her death.
· The purpose of Catherine’s marriage to Arthur was apparently to “validate the House of Tudor in the eyes of European royalty” and “strengthened the Tudor claim to the English throne via Catherine of Aragon’s ancestry.” This is unrelated to the subject, however little was known about the impressions they had on one another, but in a letter to his parents, Arthur stated that he would be “a true and loving husband.” He also said that he was happy to see his bride and he referred to her as lovely. (which she was, but that’s beside the point) A dowry of 200,000 crowns (now the equivalent of 5 million euros) was paid for her hand.
· From a young age, Catherine was extremely religious. As she progressed in age, she became more and more devout to her religion which was Roman Catholic. She was a member of the Third Order of Saint Francis. After her divorce to Henry VIII-oh, we’ll get to that- she was quoted as saying “I would rather be a poor beggar’s wife and be sure of heaven, than queen of all the world and stand in doubt thereof by reason of my own consent.” Indicating her devoutness to her religion.
· Queen Catherine served as the FIRST female ambassador in European History. In 1507, she served as the ambassador to Spain, her home country. Henry VII and his councilors expected her to be easily manipulated but Catherine went on to prove them wrong. It can be inferred that her success in her position was due to her studies when she was younger.
· “I choose what I believe, and say nothing. For I am not as simple as I may seem.”-Queen Catherine in a letter to her father.
· As she was waiting for her father to pay her dowry and she waited for Henry, Duke of York, to come of age, she was essentially a prisoner at Durham House in London. She had very little money at the time and reportedly she struggled to cope as she had to support herself and her three servants that she brought to England with her. Most of the time the Spanish ambassador at the time had to buy her necessities.
· Altogether, Catherine was pregnant six times all with Henry VIII’s children as she was adamant until her death that her and Arthur had never consummated their marriage, meaning that the two of them never frickle frackled and she was still a virgin when she married Henry VIII. This is important because VIII used her prior marriage against her when he was attempting to get a divorce/ annul the marriage. He said multiple times that the marriage was never valid due to her status as a nonvirginal woman when they were married, but she was adamant that she came to Henry’s bed a virgin. In August of 1509, Catherine’s first pregnancy was announced though unfortunately, on January 31, 1510 Catherine gave birth prematurely to a stillborn girl. Four months after the loss of her first child, Catherine announced her second pregnancy. She gave birth to a son who she named Henry. He was born on January 1, 1511, however after only fifty-two days of life, he passed away suddenly. By early 1513, Catherine was pregnant with her third child. She was left as regent in England as her husband, Henry VIII went to fight in France and do other king stuff probably. In November, she once again went into labor prematurely and birthed a second son who died shortly after birth. If there are records about how long he lived, I was unable to find them. In June of 1514, Catherine announced her fourth pregnancy. Late in the pregnancy, she gave birth to a stillborn boy. In the summer of 1515, Catherine announced her fifth pregnancy. Due to her four prior failed pregnancies, less pressure fell on Catherine. On February 18, 1516, Catherine gave birth to a (finally) healthy baby girl that she named Mary. Henry VIII, aka huge douchecanoe, was obviously disappointed by the gender of the baby because dude needed an heir, preferably male, however claimed that if it were a girl, a boy would follow. Bitch, you thought. Her last known pregnancy (there could possibly have been more but they weren’t recorded) was in February of 1518 when Catherine announced her final pregnancy. In March, she visited Merton College, Oxford College, and made a pilgrimage to the shrine of Saint Frideswide begging for a healthy son. On November 10, 1518 she gave birth to a weak daughter who more than likely only lived for a few hours but there are conflicting accounts that say she lived longer. Modern medicine has deduced that the most she would have lived would have been a week.
· Can we talk about her substantial knowledge about the military? Of course we can, this is my post. As previously mentioned, Queen Catherine was learned as fluff leading her to knowing more than most MEN that were serving her at the time. When Catherine’s nephew (the fucking Holy Roman Emperor) paid a state visit to England, Catherine begged Henry to enter an alliance with her nephew as opposed to allying himself with France, but noooooooo, Henry VIII knows best right? Well, guess what my friends? Within a two-year time span, England and France were locked in war and my girl Catherine was right again as the Emperor was welcomed to England again. Also, while Henry was in France and Catherine was left as the essential governor of England, she rode north in full armor WHILE heavily pregnant. She gave a speech that was reported to the historian Peter Martyr d’Anghiera in Valladolid “within a fortnight.” She was near Buckingham when news of the victory at Battle of Flodden Field reached her where she sent a letter to Henry and a piece of the bloody coat of King James IV of Scotland that was to be used for a banner at the siege of Tournai. Talk about the mother of all badassery.
· “If not for her sex, she could have defied all the heroes of history.”-Thomas Cromwell. Let it be known that the two absolutely hated one another.
#queen catherine#catherine of aragon#women of history#english history#history#this took way too long
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all the questions
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others thanyou?
Not really, no.
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark areyou?
A solid 1.5?
3. The person you would never want to meet?
My fiance’s ex, probably because I would want to hither. I saw her once from a distance andthat was bad enough.
4. What is your favorite word?
Anything with a hard “ck” sound in the middle. Monarchical, for example.
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
I would love to be a cherry blossom tree.
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was thefirst thing you thought?
Yikes.
7. What shirt are you wearing?
An oversized grey one from my university
8. What do you label yourself as?
Uh, I have many labels I guess? Feminist, queer, empathwould probably be 3 of them
9. Bright room or dark room?
Bright room
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Discussing the pros and cons of different forms oflightsaber combat, specifically Forms III (Soresu), IV (Ataru) and V (Shien)with my fiancé Nathaniel (aka @mr-villainous, the asker of these questions)
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
This one (19) or maybe when I was juuuust barely 18.
12. Who told you they loved you last?
Nathaniel
13. Your worst enemy?
My mental health problems, let’s be real.
14. What is your current desktop picture?
A picture of a mountain with starry skies behind it, and mylocked desktop background is a picture of the Coruscant skyline
15. Do you like someone?
I may in fact, like like someone. Enough to marry them, infact
16. The last song you listened to?
Sugar Daddy, Original Broadway Cast, from Hedwig and theAngry Inch
17. You can press a button that will make any one personexplode. Who would you blow up?
Steve Bannon, for sure.
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
MY EX
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it beand what would they have to do?
Not really a fan of answering ~cute questions~ about slaverylmao
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing saidattribute is optional)
…none? The color ofmy eyes maybe?
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would youlook like and what would you do?
I would look like I do now, but more masc I guess? And Iwould probably bask in the glory of not having massive weights on my chest and thereforethe glory of not having back problems.
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
I do not. I don’t even have a non-secret talent. I’m not atalented person.
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
I’m afraid of most things. Clowns, spiders, most bugsreally. OH WAIT. Whales. Whales and deep ocean terrify me.
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwichingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
This isn’t a question, so I all I can say is “nice!”
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Either my next tattoo (Rebel Alliance symbol boiii) or useit to buy Nathaniel the Horizon Zero Dawn game that he’s been salivating overfor months
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in theworld, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
Back home to Portland so I can see Nathaniel lmao
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetimesupply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says.Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’ssomething you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
Oh shit. Uh, that’s hard. I’d want to choose between Midori,Svedka (Orange Creamsicle Flavor), Khalua, or Kraken Spiced Rum. Probably Kraken.
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may buildyour own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put intoplace?
Official form of economy and government = democraticsocialism
29. What is your favorite expletive?
Fuck, it’s so versatile
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enoughtime to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your lovedones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’regoing to save from that blazing inferno?
Please do not make me choose this is rude. I’m going to assume that I’m coming home tothe blaze, which means that I will already have my backpack with my laptop andphone on my person. I’d have to go withmy box of things/letters I’ve received from Nathaniel.
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past.What will it be?
When I told my mom I hated her when I was 8.
32. You got kicked out of the country for being atime-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. Butcheck out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
Is this asking me where I would move to? I would go withCanada, lbr. I know its boring bc I live right next to it, but living in Canada= same relative climate, easier for family to visit me, not an entire lifestyleupheaval, plus universal healthcare!
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to yoursurprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As itturns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in afantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. ofyour choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
I’ve not really experienced death personally yet, except formy paternal grandfather whom I was not close to. But I think I would say him, because my dadchanged a lot after he passed, and not in many good ways. If bringing my grandpa back would bring mydad back, I’d like that.
34. What was your last dream about?
Something about Nathaniel and I in the Star Wars universe. Ithink we were having a threesome with “General Kenobi” aged Obi-Wan tbh
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
The asker of this question was lazy and didn’t specifyanything for this question.
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
When I was a few weeks old, for massive dehydration.
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
Yes I have
38. What is the color of your socks?
Pink, grey, and purple
39. What type of music do you like?
Indie-pop (The Mowglis, The Wombats), Lo-fi (ElvisDepressedly, Mac DeMarco), Broadway soundtracks, I don’t know what the genre is but female artists that are unapologetic about their sexuality (Melanie Martinez, Lana, Marina and the Diamonds, Nicole Dollanganger) and NineInch Nails as its own untouchable genre.
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
Sunrises, I think.
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
Cookies and cream!
42. What football team do you support?
It’s not a question of who I support, its who I don’t. I refuse to support the Patriots, Steelers,or Saints.
43. Do you have any scars?
Yes, though they’re mainly from self-harm. I have one on theback of my right hand from scratching at it during a panic attack, several onmy left wrist, 2 on my right ankle, and one on my right arm from when I closeda hot oven door on it.
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
Who knows!!!1! I’dlove to continue in academia as a professor. But I’d also love to work in a museum. But I’d also like to work at a university providing student support. ButI’d also like to do community activism and service for underprivileged groups,specifically those that have experienced sexual assault and/or relationshipabuse. So, its up in the air at the moment
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what wouldit be?
My weight. I’d like to be about 30/40 pounds lighter
46. Are you reliable?
Depends on who you ask t b h
47. If you could ask your future self one question, whatwould it be?
What actions do I need to take now to ensure financialstability for myself and the family I am building?
48. Do you hold grudges?
I really try not to, but there are times that I do. They’renot usually petty though. They’re for solid reasons.
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the lawsof nature, what new animal would you create?
I would create the Beargle. Half bear, half eagle.
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
Someone came into my office and asked if we had a Furry Clubon campus, so.
51. Are you a good liar?
Not really, no
52. How long could you go without talking?
I’ve gone like 4 or 5 days before
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
When I cut my own hair at age 5
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
Of course
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
Lmao no
56. What do you like on your toast?
Just salted butter, sometimes with cinnamon sugar too.
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
Probably a mock up of something event related for work
58. What would be your dream car?
One that doesn’t squeak when it drives like my current one.
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in theshower? Explain.
I sing Broadway showtunes in the shower when I’m home alone
60. Do you believe in aliens?
I believe in forms of life that we haven’t yet discovered.
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
When someone shows it to me lmao
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
N, I think. Or C.
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
Dragons tbh.
64. What do you think about babies?
Sketchy on ones that belong to other people, really reallywanting my own with Nathaniel
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
Again, Nathaniel was lazy and didn’t specify anything in hisask.
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Top Best Highs To Play While Game
by Peter Kremidas
It’s happening, folks. Legal Marijuana is coming to Illinois in just a few short weeks. The thing you always spoke about while standing in a circle right before getting weirdly silent because a stranger walked by. Because standing silently in a circle and coughing is a completely normal part of every social gathering and therefore is in no way conspicuous.
At some point you may be in your home in the state of what kids these days call “stoned as fuck”. And you may think to yourself, “Tree branches look like nerve endings.” Or “I want to play a video game.” Now, according to research, marijuana makes everything better. This is most obvious for music, and extends into video games. Apparently. I am told.
After hours and hours of painstaking research, I have compiled in no particular order this list of video games that may just pair perfectly with Doritos and cheese dip. You’re welcome.
Super Hypercube
I want to get the VR game out of the way first, since not a lot of people have access to VR. But if you do, let me just say, holy shit. Imagine being inside tetris, but you’re looking around a giant mess of an ever growing mass of blocks the whole time trying to figure out which direction to turn it so it fits through a hole. All those words I just vomited for you to read are also a 100 percent accurate description of this game. The tension is delicious. Your motor skills are hopeless. Nothing matters because you are inside Tetris. Your smile is so big it gets mistaken for a light reflector for the tracking camera and your shit gets all kinds of fucked up. You are inside Tetris.
Proteus
Proteus will never hurt you. Proteus is a world you travel around in and nothing happens and it’s beautiful. It’s an 8-bit world to explore with a whatever-Brian-Eno-sleeps-to soundtrack that lulls you into a world of green and pink square box trees with pink square box leaves and yes there are animals too. This is a game for people who find objectives and deadlines just, like, stressful, man.
Local Host
Or, you know what? Fuck that. I’m the kinda of pot smoker who wants to think about the future, man.I say things like “I mean, right?”
That’s why I play Local Host. Because when I’m in a fragile state of mind, I want to see how well I handle moral quandaries. If you’re the type of person who gets stoned and watches Black Mirror, mouth agape in sweet sweet ethical dilemma, boy do I have the game for you. Local Host is a game where you are tasked with disabling a series of AI programs, while they talk to you and try and convince you to please not do that, please. If you’ve ever fantasized about your toaster begging for it’s life before you unplug it, you will love this game.
Journey
Journey shows up on every list with the words “games” and/or “best” in the title. The reason is because, somehow, this little escapade (it’s only about 3-4 hours long) takes you through an entire emotional arc.. All the while on your exhibition you may encounter other players playing from all over the world. Fear not, they cannot actually talk to you. Actual talking strangers are anathema to a good buzz. Especially, and this cannot be understated, when it comes to video games. But those same said strangers can and will chirp at you. And you can chirp back. “Chirp chip,” you will say to your new friend, who you can either stay with through the whole game or go do your own thing. Journey is all the fun of interacting with other people without any of the power (and therefore, crucially, responsibility. It is known.) of a real conversation. And an emotional jaunt filled to the brim with “whoa” moments. You will say “pretty” out loud, several times.
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion (character creation screen)
Imagine super mega high def Proteus, and it’s a country of shit talking villagers and very committed city guards. Also are a sword wielding sneaky wizard person. But best of all, you can make your character’s face look however you want. According to my research, if you are high, this is the part you will get stuck in. The game opens, you break out of jail, and you create your character. But before you break out of jail, that’s where the fun begins and never stops.
Also if you ever bother to play the game beyond this point you will lovingly lose yourself in it. If you get it on PC, you can also change up the game with hundreds of great mods. For the uninitiated “mods” means “breasts”.
Any game with the word “Katamari” in the title
There’s either 8 or a billion versions of this game, but there are at minimum 10. They all work, they’re all the same. The king of the universe tasks you to push a tiny sticky ball around a populated, DVD quality version of the Proteus world, and roll the ball around as it picks up everything from thumb tacks, to cats, to human homes, mountains, and beyond. It is absurd and colorful, and the soundtrack is literally series of relentlessly happy big Vegas showroom songs dedicated to the love and wonder that is Katamari. They are also genuinely catchy. Aside from the wanton destruction and disregard for the living things in this giant ball (the balls get turned into stars, long story), it is just a great big smile.
Paratopic
“Well, yes” you say, “but what if I want to be in a David Lynch movie?”
I give thee Paratopic, a huanting, 45 minute dream logic simulation that allegedly also tells a story. It’s a trip, and I don’t want to spoil this for you. More weird than scary. Do your thing, pay the seven bucks or whatever for this game, turn off the lights, put on headphones, and dive in. Trust me, it’ll be real weird.
Kind Words
Or you know what? Maybe you don’t even like video games, you just like lo-fi hip hop and saying nice things to strangers. Maybe you also like receiving nice notes from strangers. Perhaps you would even like those nice things to be delivered to you by a deer. All this plus decorating your room and no more can be yours with “Kind Words”. Feeling lonely? Some strangers (usually several) will write a bit of comfort right back to you. I have spent a few hours speaking to people’s worries and receiving their anonymous support. I have found shockingly zero toxicity along the way. Be nice, check it out.
Everything
I almost didn’t include this game because it’s actually the best game to play on acid. I’ve never done LSD, but I imagine this would buh-maze my eyeballs and brain. You play as...well, everything. A herd of buffalo, some clouds, and even a rock. You move as whatever group you are, rolling around in about 3 frames of animation, as Alan Watts poems are read to you. You can even set the game on automatic and just...watch. It’s deep thinking with no effort, which is a hallmark of marijuana culture. Say it. Say “whoa”. Now say it again. Congratulations, you are playing ‘Everything’.
Happy new year, everybody.
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wow holy shit youre autistic and being ableist? im so terribly sorry not to meet your standards and not go into a 10 hour debate with you. the fact that other people do doesnt make them better people. maybe ive dealt with 20 extra years of ableism, racism, microaggressions and bullshit and your shit ass attitude doesnt mean youre worth my time. fucking get over yourself
I would honestly say the same thing to you. You didn’t need to block me. You could have just said “I really don’t want to have this conversation” and I would have honestly left it at that.
Like I said, I had a much more engaging conversation with one of your mutuals. The fact that you were incensed by me continuing the conversation with them (and AGAIN, was won over by) is a bit confusing. I was satisfied by that conversation with them and was about to leave the thing entirely, but you went ahead and blocked me, which of course would leave me with questions and a sense of “oh, rude. I thought everything was fine”.
I wasn’t copping an attitude with you in the brief exchange we had initially. If you thought I was, then you were either looking for a reason since I had the audacity to disagree with you OR my skills at reading my own tone need some serious adjustment. OR it could be the fact that I actually defended Cullen and was kind of dismissive with the templars. His position in DA II and DA:I is contentious, but I think poor writing greatly contributes to him being as controversial as he is. That’s my opinion, of course.
And yes, I consider someone who doesn’t blow me off rudely to be a better person. I don’t consider people who are impolite to complete strangers to be good people since like you I have had to deal with fuckasses who didn’t “get me” because I was autistic and didn’t want to devote the brainpower or patience or empathy to understand, so when you blocked me it felt like a blast from the past and instead of crying I got extremely indignant. I believe in a basic level of civility until that person has proven they’re a fuckass. Granted, peoples’ personal tolerance for fuckassery varies widely and what constitutes as fuckassery can differ, but if what I said or did (asking honest questions and giving my opinion) was enough to set you off, then shit, I guess I was never fated to remain on your good side, was I. If your blog was meant to be a “this is a blog only for these sorts of opinions, I do not want to entertain arguments”, then I guess this was going to be an inevitable confrontation? But I’m not good at reading the ‘mood’ of blogs.
I’ll admit I threw some shade by implying you weren’t as helpful as they were in the explanation, but a passive-aggressive gif reaction doesn’t really make me think anything other than you’re one of those “I don’t have time to educate you” types, which I honestly can’t stand since education is the only way that leads to understanding. If you’re too jaded or tired or impatient for that sort of thing, then don’t get angry when people are left confused after you shut the conversation down preemptively.
I’m still staunchly Pro-Mage at the end of the day and no, your accusation of me holding “Centrist beliefs” about Inquisition doesn’t reflect how I feel about actual real-world politics. I’m much more radical when it comes to righting the wrongs of actual social issues. It’s part of the reason why I’m a historian.
I honestly don’t want to make an enemy of you. I don’t want a random stranger on the internet angry at me for what seems to be a misunderstanding of intention. I was confused and resentful that you just upped and blocked me for what I thought was no reason. I’ve looked through the rest of your blog and I agree with a bit of it. I sincerely apologize for the passive-aggressive insults I threw at you. If you don’t accept my apology, then fine I guess, but I need to stress that I did NOT mean to concern-troll or anger you. I seriously was just going into the conversation with the frame of mind that it was a bit of fun, it was a *discussion* with differing opinions, not a means of invalidating people since I figure that because these characters aren’t real, it’s not the end of the world if I overlook a few things. Like, my philosophy is that fiction can reflect reality or take inspiration from it and it’s a fun exercise to dissect it and see how it relates to real life, but it’s not reality (even realistic fiction isn’t reality)..so it’s not like I can save actual mages.
I feel like you’ll just skim through this and be like “I don’t have time for this”, but again, I’m autistic. We’re known for having two settings: Laconic and long-winded. That’s the risk you take when you pique our interest, for good or for bad.
So accept this explanation or don’t, I’m not going to burden you with another tirade if you choose to respond, probably just give you a gif of a fluffy dog on a swing and call it a day.
#this is america. that is a basketball. those are my onion rings.#i rewrote this maybe four times and it probably won't make a difference#but i don't like people hating me#makes my tum tums hurt#fatransera
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Week I: Holy MOLY was I nervous. I didn’t know much about Meisner, but I was well-aware of its reputation for making people cry or become enraged or some other powerful inner emotion, and I was scared. It was probably mostly in part to the fact that, walking into class, I was one of the youngest students by about ten years. There were other people in their late 30′s and even their 40′s, actors and opera singers and performers who had been working professionally for years already. How was I supposed to match them? Luckily for me, we didn’t dive right into the thick of it right at the first week. We began with our names and why we decided to take the class. I told the class of how I felt like I’ve been lacking structure in my work because I’ve never properly studied any sort of technique. I was looking for a new way to approach my work, and this seemed like a good place to start. We concluded the class with a preview of the repetition we’d be doing in the weeks to come, and a sense memory exercise. The instructor of the class, Alex led us through a story with our eyes closed in which we were to envision a loved one falling ill and eventually dying. It was a moving
Week II: We finally began rep! I was so incredibly excited to try it out. I’d never gotten a chance to do one-on-one repetition, even at Drew. Unfortunately for me, the partner I worked with was one of the most rigid actors I’ve ever seen. He found it difficult to take direction, and it made the instructor focus more on loosening him up than giving me prompts. I had to come to terms with this-- after all, it’s his job to work on everything at once, not just me. It was just a slight disappointment that I didn’t feel that I’d absorbed a great deal from that particular round. I must say, however, I was rather pleased that I found several ways of pushing and prodding my partner out of his comfort zone. I liked the creative ways I approached the rep, such as using ultimatums and mocking.
Week III: I felt ready this week. I wanted to make some sort of breakthrough that I hadn’t gotten to before. I was slightly disgruntled to be working with Hannah; it was a completely different dynamic doing your second rep ever with someone you’ve known for three years. That being said, I was shocked when I was able to use that during the exercise. Typically, I hold myself back from getting truly angry, both in real life and on stage. I never allow myself to reach a 10 on the Unofficial Rage Scale, but Alex implored me to keep pushing. In fact, he counted from one to ten as Hannah and I duked it out, challenging us to top each other. I found myself pushing through and reaching a level of power and intention that I rarely felt. It was as if a white light popped in front of my eyes for a split second and suddenly the moment had changed; I had won, both in the rep and against myself.
Week IV: Another week of pure rep. I approached the exercise I did with my partner with an open mind and allowed myself to be made uncomfortable. I really decided to work on staying presenting and observing this week, and it helped me react authentically with organic intentions. I put most of my energy into noticing, something I had really struggled with in the weeks prior. Alex would always stop me and put a hand on my back to ground me.
“Stop trying to figure it out. Stop trying to create a strategy. Just let it happen, notice, and respond.”
I had been looking at repetition too much like a game of chess. It wasn’t about winning, or figuring out where my partner was trying to take the journey. It was about the series of moments we were creating together.
Week V: I wasn’t looking forward to doing rep this week at all. I was bored of it, which made me feel oddly guilty. Perhaps guilty isn’t the right word. Maybe more... embarrassed? Like the feeling when you’re not pleased to be going home for the holidays. You know that you’re supposed to look forward to it but in reality, it brings on a sense of dread more than anything else. In any case, I was pleasantly surprised when we didn’t jump right into rep upon arrival. In fact, the first half of the class was dedicated to something entirely different. We (that is, Alex and the students in the class) made an enormous list on the whiteboard. Well, it was more of a verbal explosion, really. We blurted out everything we’ve ever thought that made us think that we couldn’t be a proper actor. Though there were some expected reasons (too masculine, not masculine enough, not pretty enough, etc.), there were certainly more that were funny, even if still true. Among the most memorable were “hands too sweaty”, “awkward sexual tension”, and “horrid eye contact with strangers”. After over an hour and a half of spilling the ticks that mentally obstructed us on stage, Alex turned to the board and simply said: “Fuck off.” He encouraged us to do the same, building from a one to a ten, and we obliged. I’m fully aware of the cheesiness of the entire scenario, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t liberating. After the break when we did our last few rounds of rep for the class, any time I would have an invasive thought creep in from the back of my head, I could hear a stronger voice telling it to “fuck off”, and it became just another phrase on the board. I’m not sure why this final exercise had such a massive impact on my work, but it was incredible how much it helped my focus and presence during rep. I look forward to using it in rehearsal in the future.
After the final class, we all went down into the theatre lobby and had a drink. The conversation shifted from acting to politics and nightlife, and we talked freely to each other as people, not as scene partners. I really had a fantastic time in this class, and met a dozen or so really first-rate London-based actors. I listed the top takeaways I got from Meisner I in a previous post, but other than those key lessons, I made a group of friends in the industry that I can turn to in the future.
#meisner#strasbourg#stanislavski#acting#technique#sanford meisner#theatre#london#drew university#study abroad#act#actor
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Cześć kochanie! Fairy lights, moodboard, sunrise, bands, grunge, lightning, love proszę! (Mira)
Dzięki Mira, kochanie!!
Fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?
if i’ll ever find love, and with who
Moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?
I grew up like an old timey kid, I didn’t watch much tv, I played outside all the time, when the whole family was together the kids roamed free and nobody knew what we were doing, and all that was great, so in that sense, yes, i had a happy childhood. But i also struggled a lot with my parents divorce, and i remember experiencing depression first when i was 12, so in those senses, it wasn’t entirely happy. but isn’t everyone’s childhood (and life really) a combination?
Sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.
Differences of language and habit are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open. - JK Rowling, Goblet of Fire
I love this quote because I feel like its something we could all do with remembering these days. We get so caught up in who’s from what country, and who’s what religion, but the thing is that none of it matters. It doesn’t matter if we’re different ethnicities or different religions as long as we’re all open to each other and we all want the same things, if we all want peace.
Bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.
Two years ago, I had a particularly difficult few months, in which I lost four family members in the span of three months, some very unexpectedly. about a month and a half later, patd released doab, and impossible year in particular was somewhat of a respite, and i listened to it constantly for a while.
Grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?
sillier answer - it’d be great to get a letter from my crush saying he’s madly in love with me.
more serious answer - from someone dead, idk my aunt or one of my grandparents, just idk telling me things are going to be okay, that they’re proud of me, giving me advice? just anything really, just to hear from them. if it has to be someone living, then i guess from my ex, saying that everything that happened is okay, that he forgives me. i was young and still having a lot of trouble dealing with some of my issues, and it affected our relationship in negative ways, and being older and wiser now, i know that a lot of it wasnt healthy or fair, and it would be nice to know that its okay, no hard feelings.
Lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?
BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS, ITS STORY TIME. I’ve got two different stories and one is more funny embarrassing kind of worst and the other is like shit show kind of worst.
Story #1. It’s sophomore year of college, Halloween, and I have a 9am flight back home in the morning, but my friend convinces me to go to the frats with her anyway, and we proceed to get shitfaced, and it should be known that I’m banned from using my phone when drunk because I have an embarrassing tendency to text anyone I can manage to open a conversation with “omg you’re so hot”. Except on this particular night, my friend decided to hook up with one of the frat guys, and me, not wanting to abandon her in a frat house, decided to park my ass in the hallway at like, the opposite end of the hall. But of course, then I’m bored as well as plastered, so I whip out my phone because aha there’s no one to stop me anymore, and I start talking to this guy in my class that I sort of had a thing for. And it’s going pretty well, we’re chatting, and I’m rapidly becoming more incoherent as the alcohol kicks in, and he asks me “how is it possible that you’ve become completely incoherent in such a short time span” to which my answer, i shit you not, was “idkkkk but you’re hottttt” perfectly executed, not a single letter out of place. i dont remember what his answer was because what really stands out is that apparently i also decided to try to send this message to my mother at 3:00 in the morning. which of course prompted her to try to call me at 4am because she got a completely unintelligible text message and obviously she thought i was being kidnapped.
Story #2. when i was in morocco, a bunch of university kids decided to throw a fourth of july party for the american students, and so they rented a house and got lots of beer and liquor and assorted drugs and really whatever they could get their hands on. so we’re partying and having fun, and i decide i want a little bit of a buzz, so my friend and i decide to go try to find some weed to smoke, except what they dont teach you in language classes is how to ask for weed, so we’re trying to mime this to some guys and idk eventually we think we’re all on the same page, so she and i start smoking with them, and we smoke a lot, like seriously, large quantities of weed, and naturally i make out with one of the guys in return for the weed, and this guy that i sort of liked walked in on us, which was kind of awk, and so then i went after him and told him that it should’ve been him i was making out with, could still be him if he wanted (why i thought that was a good idea i’ll never know), anyway, at some point i went upstairs, talked to this other guy who is super awesome, but he’s drinking out of a bowl which is very confusing to my mind so i ask about it and he says its magic soup, and im like holy shit magic soup thats fucking awesome, and he gives it to me to try and im like wtf dude that is not magic soup thats fucking beer, i spend some time talking to people, the whole time i cant seem to decide which language i want to speak like im switching back and forth every other sentence. i go back downstairs and am hanging out (i may have smoked some more, i dont remember?) and then i decide to go upstairs, and someone else also goes upstairs, but at this point the paranoia starts to set in and i decide that the other person is following me, so i fucking run upstairs, crying, and find my sober friend, and cant manage to explain whats wrong so my friend is just kind of like okay how bout some sleep and helps me get settled, except the poor guy has to also take care of our other friend who’s vomiting, but i start sobbing every time im left alone, so its a fucking mess, and then somebody says the police are coming, so we all fucking run for it, except its like 2-3am and our university is closed campus, and the gates are locked until 6am, so we cant go back, so we find a park and decide to sleep there, and which point i’m a royal pain in the ass, and magic soup guy has to give me is button down and backpack so i can sleep comfortably on my bench, and then at 6am we went back to campus, got out stuff, and met the bus for an 8 hour drive to the fucking desert and let me tell you ive never wanted someone to kill me more than i did on that fucking bus ride. and that’s when i found out that it wasn’t weed we’d been smoking at all it was hasish, and long story short don’t ever smoke hashish like its weed because it will fuck you up
Love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.
Once, a long time ago. He used to say there was a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I don’t know when I realized I was in love with him though, to be honest. It was such a long dance for us - first I hated him, then we were friends, then we were trading off liking each other while seeing other people. I guess… I guess there were two moments when I knew, kind of related. The first was shortly before we started dating. I wore a claddagh ring, one that I’d gotten in a flea market for like $10, but I never took it off, except when I was swimming. One day, I’d been at his house and we’d gone swimming, and I accidentally left my ring there, and I was freaking out when I realized, He wore it for a few days until he could get it back to me, and we had an in depth conversation about why it was so important to me, and I told him that it was symbolic but the actual physical ring meant nothing, and he told me that when he went to ireland a month later he wanted to get me a new one, so that i’d have one that meant something to me, not just symbolically. it was really touching, the fact that he paid attention to how important it was to me, and he wanted to do something to make it even more special. and to not even expect anything in return, i just remember feeling so special, like i was precious to someone else, irreplaceable, and it was an amazing feeling. the second time was i guess a little less than two months after we started dating, he was playing with the ring and made a comment about one day getting married, and he wouldn’t get me a diamond ring, he’d get me sapphire. it’s such a small thing, but it was… he knew me so well. i dont like diamonds, never really have, they’re too glittery and fancy for my taste, but anyway, idk just being with someone who knew me well enough to know that about me without me ever saying it, or ever really thinking about it, it just, idk, i felt like i was whole, complete. i felt like he was my other half, and it was just a very warm and fuzzy feeling, idk.
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