#i had So much Fun drawing this words cannot even describe the extent to which i was VIBING to the SAME FIFTEEN SONGS

[factorialsfandoms]

So the pics may not be done for a lil while because I've literally never draw Time, Twi, or Wars (apparently I can't draw a lot of armour or fur well) so I'll have to look at their ref sheets and practice etc before I start their stuff, but for now have some ideas I did this morning.

Favourite one atm is Time because of the despair but also because I like to imagine he wrapped Hyrule in Sky's sailcloth so no one can see his corpse. Also because I don't wanna draw Hyrule in that specific pose tbh.

Okay, first of all, I love these and thank you so so much for sharing your sketches. Armour and fur tricky but I appreciate you so much. (And also yeah how the fuck do bodies work?!?!?!)

I honestly love the idea that the sailcloth was used to wrap him. I might steal that, if you're good with it? It's not like Legend would have really registered it at the time anyway. It would be such an awful show of love and affection, and I think Sun would understand. At the very least Sky believes she would. It was already a bit bloody from hugging Legend, so... It's probably the one item they'll bother to at least try washing the blood out of, but honestly... Just the idea of it is in my brain and making me a bit sad. They're trying their very best to love him, even if he's dead...

Now to gush about individual little doodles! Top left first, going like reading order. I'll try make it clear. Cut because... words.

Hyrule, Hyrule, poor boy. I know I'm the one who did this to him, but your little sketch is almost painful to look at. The way the one arm is out, almost like he's trying to reach but at the odd angle that looks like it's broken (he certainly couldn't have moved it out after he fell, but it falling to look like he's reaching? To just raise the hand slightly towards Legend? Oh that's heartbreaking and tasty). The other arm over the wound? Almost like he was trying to put pressure on it, to keep the blood inside, but his body is just caved away, there's no way he can? So its just lying in the gore of his wound? That's horrible in such a wonderful way. The mess of his everything - his face, his arms, his clothes, his hair - the massive dip where the bomb stole his flesh. And of course above all else the way his eye is still open and clear, looking out and straight at the person viewing? (At Legend) I can't quite describe it but his whole expression is just... Wonderful. But in a very horrible way. I would like to cup his cheek and somehow take the pain away, but I can't...

Injury map! Those are always fun. You did a real good job at translating what I said into actual physical things. The extent of the damage and everything... I know its probably just a little reference for you, but your choices in mapping it out are... not delightful, because horrifying, but something like that.

Then there is Hyrule and Legend, and /oh/. You may have swapped eyes, but that makes Hyrule look away, which really does hurt something more. Is this just after he died and Legend had just realised? It's make sense, given Wars folded the arm back over him and, well, that's where it is. And the more distant. Its just a scribble, but the awkward angles Hyrule is lying at... And then there's Legend. I can't see his face, I can't see any of him, but he's right there. I can see the tension in his shoulders, and cannot imagine him anything but shaking with sobs, either expressed or held in. The desperation, the way he's still clinging to one of Hyrule's hands... Those poor, poor boys. The both of them.

Then we have Warriors and Wind and Four and... Well, with their backs to us you can see how Warriors is holding them so tight, trying to protect them from the same fate no doubt. Wind's right at the back so it looks like he's trying to press into the hold and get comfort, while Four is trying to stay upright and strong and not need it, but those crossed arms say so much that he does. Warriors staying tall and alert, pressing their two youngest on so they don't have to look, taking point also to ignore his own grief to keep everyone /else/ safe. How tall he is, like he can't bring himself to crack.

And Time, Time, oh Time... I've mentioned the sailcloth thing above, but I still adore it. It's horrifying to use the sailcloth as a shroud, but its probably all they had to hand. Except their blankets, but most of them need those and, well... Hyrule's aren't really the best. And they want something kinder to wrap him in than those. But Time, poor Time, you did really good at displaying the sheer agony at finding the fairies too late, when Hyrule was too far gone for even a clutter of them to save. The way he's grasping his face with the agony, but still using the weight of his body and face to keep Hyrule's corpse safe in his arms, safe as he wishes he had kept him in life. The hand clutching the sailcloth, desperate and so very not okay... I love it so much, but ow... And then the little fairies! Shocked and upset with their little "!"s, desperate to help but there's nothing they can do. Time hunched in on himself, the agony, the pain... Then trying to help but there's simply nothing they can do. Time called for them so desperately, but they arrived too late, and that broke him. Hyrule could not have lived the extra few minutes it took, it just wasn't possible, but if he'd only looked better, been better, fought harder... And he failed his command, and you tied all of it all in so well. Also! Just the side not of the way Hyrule's feet are just... dangling there. Far enough from his chest they're probably bloody, but his boots and his feet one of the few bits entirely intact, and they're all of him you can see...

And then finally, Twi and Wild... Oh, oh this, all of them hurt and it doesn't hurt the most but just... There's not a whole lot to say about Twi. But Wild! The way he's clinging to Twi's hand on his shoulder, surely there to guide him as he's still struggling with the world. His head bowed, utterly despondent... He was saved, but at what cost? his other arm hanging limp, not knowing what to do, just... Walking. Clinging to Twilight and walking. Actually no with Twilight... Such a gentle arm around Wild's shoulder, keeping him from being separated but a quiet comfort all the same. He's grieving too, but for Wild for whom the hit was taken? He's doing his best to protect the scoundrel, just like Wars with Four and Wind, but different now. The two small ones seemed scared and desperately trying to hold it together, but Wild... Wild looks like he's just given up... The only people who look worse are probably Hyrule and Legend, and... Well...We know how that went. We can't see either at the moment in your doodles, but... Horrific times. So bad. And we know why Wild looks so bad! Why they all do! But oh it hurts.

And that brings me to the end of the rambling. I hope the rambles were all okay. May you have a lovely day, and so on and so forth, and my deepest thanks to you.

#ask and answer #how do i even tag this #death #blood #major injury #other people's art #odaahc #you drew me things again and ;-; #oh gosh I know I did this myself but these poor boys #all of them #I was half expecting you to mean the holding so tight to hyrule at the end of the chapter #or legend passing out from blood loss that nobody noticed because hyrule was dead #but like this... #my heart!!! #in the most painful but also best ways

[corpsentry]

what we lost that day

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hualian #xie lian #mxtx #mo xiang tong xiu #my art #my stuff #long post #SORTA? A LITTLE. LESS THAN 4 INCHES . NO LONGER THAN A FOOT LONG SUB #tgcf spoilers #heaven's official blessing #AWOO. IM DONE #HERE IT IS #IAOJDIOWJDOIAJDOIASD #i had So much Fun drawing this words cannot even describe the extent to which i was VIBING to the SAME FIFTEEN SONGS #FOR THE LAST 15 DAYS POSSIBLY #BUT YEAH #UH. i am not ok rn (thats fine tho) all i want to say is please give this a read even if u dk wtf tgcfcfgjddjf is #bc i think i did something pretty cool #and i am massively happy . i am like. look at these panels. some of them look pretty neat #and i hope u ENJOY #WITH OR WITOHUT CONTEXT #THREE DAYS OF WORK WENT INTO THIS. 3 DAYS STRAIGHT #i have slept 12 hours combined in the last 3 days. yes this is fine (dog in fire house) #I HOPE U EAT UR VEGETABLES AND IF NOT THAT THEY EAT YOU. AND YOUR LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL #TAKE CARE #IM GONNA GO NOW #by 怜 btw i mean 爱怜 and 可怜 no i did not misread the characters thank u for your time #just CLEANING UP MY CONSCIENCE

[funkymbtifiction]

Hello! 

Thank you for your past responses! It really helped me.

So, I studied the materials about enneagram 9, and now I am more and more convinced that I can be 9, but maybe with 4 in tritype. Therefore, I decided to write to you to confirm my idea. I apologize in advance if there is a lot of text. Also, I apologize for my English...

I would say core 4.

There's nothing here about seeking internal peace, avoiding conflict, losing yourself in other people, the problems 9s struggle with, nor of repressing anger all that much and ignoring issues.

There's a lot of envy, resentment, idealization, fear of rejection (so premature rejection), awareness of how others are responding to you (and fear of their judgment), some aggression in dominating situations, and a willingness to fight, paired with a lot of head type anxiety, fearful scenario-building, anticipating the worst, etc., combined with what I suspect is a social-dominant focus (so/sp).

I'd guess 4w5 so/sp. (The social 4 is the most anxious about rejection and forming connections, and the social 5 seeks to connect through expertise, which could explain your 'teaching' of other children when you were small.) Social-dominance might explain your 9ish traits.

#question #enneagram #enneagram 4

[elsewhereuniversity]

Blood Iron

Running the numbers, if you used your own blood, you could have a simple ring made from your own blood’s iron in about three donations over the course of one semester. Sooner if you only use one pint’s worth and dilute it with other iron.

Iron is well known to protect on its own, but iron that once flowed through your veins?

That must be a powerful thing to carry with you.

It must be a powerful thing to give your friend. Your sibling. Your beloved.

Mustn’t it…?

It started simply enough. She was a chemist, and (to some extent) so was he. She had a thing for biology, he had more interest in metalworks.

(Don’t ask their names. They are safe from Elsewhere as it stands, but they will not tell you.)

A colleague ran the numbers one day out of boredom, for how much iron was in a pint of donated blood. She asked what you would even do with it, but a moment later, reconsidered.

A gift made from your own blood. Chemically speaking, how romantic!

That set off the question… could you actually do it?

That was when they made their first collaboration. They used blood samples that were no longer needed for study to refine the process, until they could recover 96% or more iron from any given sample. Far more then they anticipated.

The ring idea came from that colleague, who wanted a gift for his wife. They chose gemstones with his help, she took the blood and extracted the iron, and he forged them together.

The wife, apparently, loved it.

Word got around. Several teenagers dressed in dark colors came in, thinking it was sick or some other slang term to wear your own blood. A few romantics, as well. She had to put herself down for more time at the centrifuge, and he spent more time in the forge, but it wasn’t a problem. They didn’t just use blood iron, of course- that would require multiple pints’ worth. They diluted it, and told their clients as much. They were still happy with it.

For two years, they continued their normal jobs, with these intermittent blood iron requests.

But then… one of those darkly-dressed teenagers came back.

He was in college now, he told them. Someplace called Elsewhere.

(This was the first time they had heard that name. It would not be their last.)

The client didn’t talk details. She honestly wondered if the young man had been taking hallucinogens, the way he shuddered and dodged questions. But one thing, the client was very clear about:

That ring had saved his life. If he hadn’t had it, he would not be here.

He owed them his life for making it.

The client was still wearing it now. The plain metal band, cast over in silver, had been worn smooth by fingers that traced its path a thousand times. The craftsman was glad his handiwork still looked so good after two years, but the client refused to take it off when he asked to see it.

The ring had been priced at cost, plus 50%. He gave them another hundred dollars, something about leaving no debt unpaid. He told them he wouldn’t forget them and departed.

That was when the work began in earnest. It had been mid-December, the time when students come home for winter.

And when they and their families began asking for rings.

He didn’t understand it. Neither did she, but they both ended up taking two weeks off at work to deal with all the orders.

They were just blood iron rings. A novelty, not a matter of life and death. But these people- they came with their families, siblings, lovers. They traded rings with each other, wondering if this was better than wearing one’s own blood iron.

“Powerful” is how they described it. “It must be powerful.”

None of these people went by normal names. Owl. Cherish. Lipstick. Hog. Eleven-And-A-Tenth. Apparently, this was normal where they were from. They joined in for the fun of it when they saw these students flinch at the sound of real names.

She called herself Hemoglobin, the compound that held the precious iron. They called her Hemo.

He called himself Ferrous, a word that signals iron content in a chemical.

The students stopped flinching when they led with these names, and their clients learned to ask for them.

And they all spoke of Elsewhere- those who would speak at all.

Slowly, but surely, bits of information slipped past. Elsewhere was not a normal place. All the hints and whispers, the reasons given for their actions, it all pointed to something very wrong with this Elsewhere University.

Finally, a student asked when she came to pick up her ring (blood iron from herself and her sister, mixed together and studded with agates).

“Well, you know how it is at Elsewhere U. You two both made it, didn’t you?”

And Ferrous answered with the truth.

They’d never heard of it before the blood iron rings.

Her face had gone pale. “You… didn’t know?”

She had insisted on getting her ring before saying another word. Once it was firmly on her finger, she began to speak.

So this was what Elsewhere University was.

Inhuman teachers.

Disappearances.

A being who traded beads for teeth.

The crows.

Gifts of milk and bread.

Salt lines on the floor of the dorm.

The Forbidden Major.

The theater. Oh, the stories she had about the theater.

She asked Hemo to help her lift her shirt off her back. She showed them the ropelike scars there, from a close call with one of the gentry.

One of the Fae.

One of THEM.

She had misspoken and, fortunately, lived to regret it instead of dying. Or vanishing.

Or worse.

This really was a matter of life or death.

They had both needed time after that one. So this was why they were so desperate for blood iron.

Hemo and Ferrous agreed later that day: they were taking the rest of winter break to help protect these kids.

Hemo carefully drew out tales from Elsewhere as she drew blood- about iron and salt and their uses, and the risks posed by donating blood on campus. How far you had to go to be safe from it. How to tell when you weren’t.

Ferrous learned how to decorate the rings. What symbols to use and avoid. Which jewels would draw their eyes and which could turn them away. That coatings of another metal don’t affect potency.

Come January, they both returned to their former workplaces, and life went on as normal.

Orders trickled in slowly, perhaps a half-dozen in the long stretch until March. Most of these were novelty customers. No Elsewhere University, no life-and-death stakes, just cute little gestures and a fun little trend.

But they had heard too much to truly feel secure.

Hemo rerouted her path to work to cross the brook.

Ferrous watched the blackbirds at the park with suspicion.

Both laid salt at the door. Both used their nicknames with anyone seeking a ring.

In February, Ferrous asked Hemo to draw his own blood. There was someone he wanted to protect, he said, and he would be making a second donation as soon as medically advisable. More blood iron in the mix must yield a stronger ring, right?

She did it without asking questions. She had drawn her own a week before for the same reason.

The two pored over Ferrous’ sketches and sample work from the days before blood iron together, identifying the features each liked and disliked, what gems they would use in their perfect ring, what metals the ring would be coated in to avoid rust.

She marked the features he seemed to like as closely as he marked the ones she did.

They worked hard through that spring break, as busy as they’d been over the winter. Hemo nearly forgot their second rounds of donation, but waited until the week had passed to remind Ferrous. They had work to do, after all.

That April, Hemo presented Ferrous with 60 miligrams of his own blood iron, and the 60 she had drawn from herself. She told him they’d received a new order and listed the ring features she knew he favored as the requested design.

In a few day’s time, both rings were ready.

And of course, each gave the other a ring forged from their own blood.

After all, iron from the blood of a colleague and friend with whom you’ve actively defied a force you have never seen and cannot comprehend?

That must be a powerful thing.

(Or so they hope…)

  Based on https://elsewhereuniversity.tumblr.com/post/163841542201/sorry-if-this-is-a-weird-ask-but-im-a-little   and   https://elsewhereuniversity.tumblr.com/post/172050813485/given-the-natural-qualities-of-plain-iron

I know memories are supposed to fade for students who leave the campus for good, but as these two were never students and got told about it instead of experiencing it… Who knows? Or maybe reality is thinner where they live than they think…

-Nobody

#the aftermath #blood iron #stories #long post #i love this #the outside perspective is really refreshing and well done #and the concept is super neat! #i definitely read hemoglobin as hemogoblin at first though #blood #iron #jewelry #submission

[xianglingslesbian]

oh I'll give u a character alright: Izuki, Kiyoshi, Riko and Aomine <333 technically that's four, but what goes around comes around (I'll keep this circle of love goin forever buddy)

VICCCC ily my man <33 thank u!!! aight putting this under a cut bc it got long

Izuki

Why I like them: izuki’s just overall so amazing! he inspires me to give my best in the stuff i do, and although it sounds a bit silly i try to be a person that he’d be proud of. his puns are hilarious and well-thought-out (as a person who loves words and word jokes, i’m naturally drawn to him lol). they’re also a way to take the heat off the team, he’s so hardworking and never views obstacles as obstacles, rather as hills he must climb to find newer skies. he’s also rather clever and employs his brains to great effect when his body fails him! izuki embodies the meaning of ‘eagle’ in the truest sense - waiting to strike when the time is right and not failing when it is.

Why I don’t: *sweats* can’t really think of a reason i don’t like izuki, at all??? i guess he can overwork himself a lot and tends to keep his true emotions hidden which could lead to misunderstandings between friends (although this is totally headcanon territory lol)... i also didn’t like the ableist comment he passed on hayama (“i’m just glad you weren’t smarter than me”). but i think he can (and will!) grow from that kind of stuff, he is that kind of person so yeah no particular reason for me to dislike him at all

Favorite episode (scene if movie): how dare you make me pick s3 e8 izuki vs kasamatsu, hands down. i know its like cliche or whatever but that moment just told me so much about izuki as a character? he’s willing to do what it takes to win, he’s adaptable and dependable and he doesn’t let shit get him down ever. it’s gorgeous

Favorite season/movie: s3, he got some fantastic moments in there!! although i will say i loved the spotlighting he got in s1 in the seihō match

Favorite line: “Fear isn't a bad thing. There are some things that can only be done by cowards.” this is first of all such a nice thing to say. ‘fear is not bad’ is just... so fucking wise? keep in mind that this boy is 17, i’ve met 30 year olds who are less mature. secondly it feels like izu’s speaking from experience?? like he has a lot to be scared of, i’m sure. particularly of falling behind and being a burden to his teammates. but it’s that ‘cowardice’ that drives him to practice so so hard. that visceral terror of weighing on seirin is what pushes izuki beyond his limits - which is why here he can empathise with furi’s fear, and knows how best to employ it.

Favorite outfit: look i hate last game w/ a passion but that lil tie/shirt/hoodie thing he had going? that was literally so cute. izuki in general has a p great fashion sense but his last game outfit takes the cake <3

OTP: hyuuizu oh my god i could talk for years about them but since this post is gonna be very long i’ll refrain. just. they are perfect they are fucking perfect

Brotp: kiyoizu!! kiyoshi is izuki’s biggest enabler and i love that for him <3

Head Canon: izuki can be very very passive aggressive when he’s angry at someone/sad and gets cold and withdrawn. it’s not fun to experience but tbh if you upset him you probably deserve it

Unpopular opinion: izuki should’ve been naturally better in canon. it’s not fair to shaft him and give the ‘trier’ thing off to himuro. that being said i am p happy with who he is as a person

A wish: i want to know how izuki felt after middle school! izuki’s and riko’s backstory focuses so much on hyuuga its dumb >:( he also would’ve been demoralised but he didn’t quit bball and i would like to know his thought process!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: i. uh. i guess izu quitting basketball. because i genuinely cannot see that happening. it brings him so much joy, he should never stop cold turkey. i can imagine old man izuki hobbling about a court giving little kids pointers and making them laugh T-T

5 words to best describe them: “big brain caffeine-powered clown baby” 

My nickname for them: babyzuki/izu/shunshun

Kiyoshi

Why I like them: lots of reasons! kiyoshi is an admirable person. he’s strong, yet friendly and gentle, and he loves his team above all else, which i just find beautiful. i find his manipulative side also pretty cool, bc it shows off how multifaceted he is.

Why I don’t: this is more of a fandom reason but i really dislike how kiyoshi is always said to have had the greatest impact in hyuuga’s story. he badgered and manipulated hyuuga, and while some may argue hyuuga needed that push, it only worked bc hyuuga had had time to think about shit. he’d also been given space by riko and izuki (two integral parts of his life whom the fandom looooves to sideline for uwu kiyo//hyuu). 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): yousen match (can’t pick the episodes)! i loved the backstory we got for kiyo vs mura and i loved how kiyoshi was willing to smile and play but also refused to lose. he truly stole the show despite kagami being the one to finally take down murasakibara, it was gorgeous <3

Favorite season/movie: s2 for sure. kiyoshi wasn’t allowed to shine much after yousen imo - all the focus was on hyuuga kagami and kuroko, and to a lesser extent izuki. not complaining, but yeah

Favorite line: “Let’s go have some fun.” i know it’s kinda cliche but i do love how kiyoshi’s always thinking about playing a good game and enjoying basketball. he wants to play because he loves it and as someone who loves a sport as much as kiyoshi loves b-ball, that love is so poignant and tender

Favorite outfit: practice clothes! kiyoshi looks great in pink <3

OTP: kiyohana. hateshipping amirite ;)

Brotp: kiyohyuu! i love them as friends so so much <3

Head Canon: kiyoshi is half-iranian on his mother’s side and is muslim. i won’t say too much because i am not muslim myself, i need to do more research into this but i’ve had this headcanon for quite a while now!

Unpopular opinion: he should be bullied more for the fact that his canon power is having yaoi hands

A wish: kiyo finds something he loves as much as b-ball. he can’t canonically play at this level again, so if he found another sport/competition/anything, it’d be amazing

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he should never become demoralised. kiyoshi at heart is a dreamer, so let him dream, let him look towards tomorrow with a smile always

5 words to best describe them: “useless dreamy dumbass cheerleader clown”

My nickname for them: kiyoyo, bc my feelings about him have yo-yoed a lot lmao

Riko

Why I like them: im a lesbian, next. /j i love her because she’s so tenacious and driven. yet she’s also kind and gentle, and never loses her humanity. she cares, and she cares hard. she’s so fucking smart too like... coaching a hs basketball team at 17 against players of NBA calibre and making them win? i could never. seirin without riko is nothing.

Why I don’t: i dont like the constant slapstick of her beating up her boys. also, i dislike how the narrative forces her to act ‘feminine’ and then has the boys think of it as nothing. like first of all if someone like her offered me a kiss i would so take 100, and secondly... why is a girl’s worth so tied to her femininity? it’s awful

Favorite episode (scene if movie): her sending in furi vs kaijō, early in s3. it was an exceedingly smart move that could have only come from her knowing her players’ strengths and weaknesses intimately, and being a brilliant coach. just amazing <3

Favorite season/movie: all of them! riko has some amazing moments each season, so i can’t really pick

Favorite line: “Humans grow. Don't act like you understand when you don't even realize that!” here, riko knows and knows well that she is in her element. momoi might have the data, but riko understands adaptability and knows how to predict stuff. in that way, one can draw parallels between takao vs izuki and momoi vs riko: takao and momoi are recon experts, whereas riko and izuki are strategists. momoi uses raw data; riko manipulates the data to her advantage

Favorite outfit: idk if this is exactly an outfit but her glasses are so cute oh my gosh. (i’d kill to see her in a leather jacket tho)

OTP: rikomomo!!! i’m 100% sure that momoi’s fixation w/riko’s boobs is just... repressed lesbian sentiments. also sports girlfriends gimme

Brotp: hyuuizuriko. i hc that hyuuizu were tgt since elementary school and riko joined them in middle school so... childhood friends feels!

Head Canon: riko knows how to shoot a gun. her father owns one so it makes sense

Unpopular opinion: riko does not need to have bigger boobs in fanart. please stop sexualising a 17 year old girl

A wish: white suit riko please

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her ever leaving behind sports in any way shape or form. it’s her thing. in the same vein, she should never have to change herself or become more traditionally feminine to be ‘appealing’

5 words to best describe them: perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect

My nickname for them: ai/riri

Aomine

Why I like them: aomine is just a pure, hurting young man that deserves help. he’s passionate, and his fire died down out of no fault of his own. that fire’s reignition through kagami is one of my favorite scenes <3

Why I don’t: he’s perverted as hell and i dislike that. it plays into the ‘brutish dark-skinned pervert’ stereotype which is yikes. also i thought we were done with pervs in anime

Favorite episode (scene if movie): s2 seirin v touou when kagami enters the zone!! aomine’s finally happy and it’s so amazing to watch <3

Favorite season/movie: s2, he finally got happiness and peace of mind

Favorite line: “You’re the best!” there’s just so much of pure joy in this line. he’s so so beside himself that he finally has someone he won’t destroy. kagami sees aomine the person, and that person is so happy, it’s beautiful

Favorite outfit: the leather jacket from the finale lmaooo he looked so cute

OTP: AOKAGA BABY i could write an essay tbh

Brotp: aomomo!! theyre such good friends and bi/lesbian solidarity too!

Head Canon: aomine cannot dance. he has stepped on kagami’s feet multiple times. he has also attempted to twerk when drunk. kuroko recorded the whole thing and uses it as blackmail in case the puppy eyes and “but aomine-kun you didn’t fist bump me back” don’t work

Unpopular opinion: more a fandom thing, but you all need to stop making aomine the aggressive/possessive top/‘seme’. it’s racist as fuck

A wish: aomine goes pro. it’ll be amazing for him, a huge challenge and kagami will be there too so its a win-win ;)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he quits again/b-ball loses its allure. aomine at heart is someone who needs passion to drive him so i just want that passion to always burn bright within him

5 words to best describe them: “bastard baby needs a hug”

My nickname for them: dai-chan, momoi rubbed off on me

#izuki #kiyoshi #riko #aomine #vee #knb #ceru babbles #answered #omg i went OFF

[arcticdementor]

You know what America needs? More mirrors for princes—the Renaissance genre of advice books directed at statesmen. On the Right, we have many books that identify, and complain about, the problems of modernity and the challenges facing us. Some of those books do offer concrete solutions, but their audience is usually either the educated masses, who cannot themselves translate those solutions into policy, or policymakers who have no actual power, or refuse to use the power they do have. Scott Yenor’s bold new book is directed at those who have the will to actually rule. He lays out what has been done to the modern family, why, and what can and should be done about it, by those who have power, now or in the future. Let’s hope the target audience pays attention.

The Recovery of Family Life instructs future princes in two steps. First, Yenor dissects the venomous ideology of feminism, which seeks to abolish all natural distinctions between the sexes, as well as all social structures that organically arise from those distinctions. Second, he tells how the family regime of a healthy modern society should be structured. By absorbing both lessons and applying them in practice, the wise statesman can, Yenor hopes, accomplish the recovery of family life. (Yenor himself does not compare his book to a mirror for princes; he’s too modest for that. But that’s what it is.)

…

You will note that this is a spicy set of positions for an academic of today to hold. You will therefore not be surprised to learn that Yenor was the target of cancel culture before being a target was cool. He is a professor of political philosophy at Boise State University, and in 2016, in response to Yenor’s publication of two pieces containing, to normal people, anodyne factual statements about men and women, a mob of leftist students tried to defenestrate him. Yenor was “homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic.” (We can ignore that the first two of those words are mostly content-free propaganda terms designed to blur discourse, though certainly to the extent they do have meaning, that meaning should be celebrated—I would have given Yenor a medal, if I had been in charge of Boise State.) They didn’t manage to get him fired (he has tenure and refused to bend), but the usual baying mob, led by Yenor’s supposed peers, put enormous pressure on him, which could not have been easy. He still teaches there; whether it is fun for him, I do not know, but it certainly hasn’t stopped him promulgating the truth.

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Yenor begins by examining the intellectual origins of the rolling revolution, found most clearly within twentieth-century feminism. One service Yenor provides is to draw the battle lines clearly. He does this by swimming in the fetid swamps of feminism; I learned a lot I did not know, although none of it was pleasing. He spends a little time discussing so-called first-wave feminism, but much more on second-wave feminists, starting with Simone de Beauvoir, through Betty Friedan, and into Shulamith Firestone, this latter a literally insane harridan who starved herself to death. The common thread among these writers was their baseless claim that women had no inherent meaningful difference from men, and that women could only be happy by the abolition of any perceived difference. This was to lead to self-focused self-actualization resulting in total autonomy, and a woman would know she had achieved this, most often, by making working outside the home the focus of her existence. Friedan was the great popularizer of this destructive message, of course, which I recently attacked at length in my thoughts on her book The Feminine Mystique.

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After this detailed examination of core feminist ideas, Yenor suffers more, slogging through the thought about autonomy of various two-bit modern con men, notably Ronald Dworkin and John Rawls. He analyzes the dishonest argumentative methods of all the Left, in general and in specific with regard to family topics—false claims mixed with false dichotomies and false comparisons, what he calls the “liberal wringer,” the mechanism by which any argument against the rolling revolution is dishonestly deconstructed and all engagement with it avoided. The lesson for princes, I think, is to not participate in such arguments, and to remember what our enemies long ago learned and put into practice—that power is all.

Yenor describes how the modern Left (which he somewhat confusingly calls “liberalism,” but Rawls and his ilk are not liberal in any meaningful sense of the term, rather they are Left) uses the law to achieve its goal of the “pure relationship,” meaning the aim that all relationships must be ones of free continuous choice, that is, without any supposed repression. This leads to various destructive results when it collides with reality, including the reality of parent-child bonds, and more generally is hugely destructive of social cohesion. From this also flow various deleterious consequences resulting from ending supposed sexual repression; this section is replete with analysis of writings from Michel Foucault to Aldous Huxley, and contains much complexity, but in short revolves around what was once a commonplace—true freedom is not release from constraints, but the freedom to choose rightly, to choose virtue and not to be a slave to passions, and rejection of this truth is the basis of many of our modern problems.

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Finally, Yenor turns to what should be done, which is the most noteworthy part of the book. As he says, “Intellectuals who defend the family rightly spend much time exposing blind spots in the contemporary ideology. All this time spent in the defensive crouch, however, distracts them from thinking through where these limits [i.e., the limits Yenor has just outlined in detail] point in our particular time and place. Seeing the goodness in those limits, it is necessary also to reconstruct a public opinion and a public policy that appreciates those limits.” Thus, Yenor strives to show what a “better family policy” would be.

This is an admirable effort, but I fear it is caught on the horns of a dilemma. The rolling revolution does not permit any stopping or slowing; much less does it permit any retrenchment or reversal. Our enemies don’t care what we think a better family policy would be. And if we were to gain the power to implement a better family policy, by first smashing their power, there is no reason for it to be as modest as that Yenor outlines—rather, it should be radical, an utter unwinding of the nasty web they have woven, and the creation of a new thing. Not a restoration, precisely, but a new thing for our time, informed by the timeless Old Wisdom that Yenor extols. The defect in Yenor’s thought, or at least in his writing, is refusing to acknowledge it is only power that matters for the topics about which he cares most. But presumably the future princes at whom this book is aimed will know this in their bones.

Yenor himself doesn’t exactly exude optimism. Nor does he exude pessimism, but he begins by telling us that “we are still only in the infancy” of the rolling revolution. This seems wrong to me; in the modern age, time is compressed, and fifty years is plenty of time for the rolling revolution, a set of ideologies based on the denial of reality, to reach its inevitable senescence, when reality reasserts itself with vigor. This is particularly true since every new front opened by the revolution is more anti-reality, more destructive, and more revolting to normal people, who eventually will have had enough, and the sooner, if given the right leadership.

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For most purposes, what Yenor advocates would be a restoration of family policy, both in law and society, as it existed in America in the mid-twentieth century. I’m not sure that’s going back far enough for ideas. You’re not supposed to say it out loud, and Yenor doesn’t, but it’s not at all clear to me that even first-wave feminism had any virtue at all. To the extent it is substantively discussed today, we are given a caricature, where the views of those opposed to Mary Wollstonecraft or John Stuart Mill are not told to us, rather distorted polemics of those authors about their opponents are presented as accurate depictions, which is unlikely, and even those depictions are never engaged with. But we know that most of what Mill said about politics in general was self-dealing lies that have proven to be enormously destructive, so the presumption should be that what he said about relations between men and women was equally risible.

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Penultimately, Yenor addresses such new frontiers being sought by the rolling revolution, with the implication that the rolling revolution might, perhaps, be halted. Here he talks about the desire of the Left to have the state separate children from parents, particularly where and because the parents oppose the revolution, but more generally to break the parent-child bond as a threat to unlimited autonomy. He says, optimistically, “No respectable person has (yet) suggested that parents could be turned in for hate speech behind closed doors.” But this has already been proven false; Scotland is on the verge of passing a new blasphemy law, the “Hate Crime and Public Order Law,” and Scotland’s so-called Justice Minister (with the very Scots name of Humza Yousaf) has explicitly noted, and called for, entirely private conversations in the home that were “hate speech” to be prosecuted once the law is passed. A man like that is beyond secular redemption, yet he is also a mainline representative of the rolling revolution. The reality is that discussion does not, and will never work, with these people, only force. Still trying, Yenor presents a balanced picture to his hoped-for audience of princes, such as discussing when state interference in the family makes sense (as in cases of abuse). However, such situations have been adequately addressed in law for hundreds of years; the rolling revolution is not a new type of such balancing, but the Enemy. Discussions about it will not stop it. No general of the rolling revolution will even notice this book, except in that perhaps some myrmidons may be detached from the main host to punish Yenor, or to record his name for future punishment.

Yenor ends with a pithy set of responses to the tedious propagandistic aphorisms of the rolling revolution, such as “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.” And, laying out a clear vision of a renewed society based on the principals he has earlier discussed, he tells us, “In the long term, the goal is to stigmatize the assumptions of the rolling revolution.” No doubt this is true; cauterizing the societal wound where the rolling revolution will have been amputated from our society will be, in part, accomplished by stigmatizing both the ideas and those who clamored for them or led their implementation. How to get to that desirable “long term,” though, when their long term is very clear, and very different from the long term Yenor hopes for? He says “Prudent statesmen must mix our dominant regime with doses of reality.” Yeah, no. Prudent statesmen, the new princes, must entirely overthrow our dominant regime, or not only will not a single one of Yenor’s desired outcomes see the light of day, far worse evils will be imposed on us. Oh, I’m sure Yenor knows this; it’s the necessary conclusion of Yenor’s own discussion of those eagerly desired future evils. He just can’t be as aggressive as me. I’m here to tell you that you should read this book, but amp up the aggression a good eight times—which shouldn’t be a problem, especially if you have children of your own, whose innocence and future these people want to steal.

#charles haywood #the worthy house #book review #scott yenor

[darklingichor]

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell *Major Spoilers*

I wrote a little about this book last month, but I want to write more. This is one of those books that has been lingering in my brain so what follows will be long and rambling.

Now, I haven't read Fangirl I've been pulled more toward action adventure and humor in my fiction, for a while now. Hmm, I wonder what could have happened a few years back  that would cause a Pacific Northwest liberal to feel the need for escape? Just one of those things, I suppose.

I need to read it, if only because I wrote Harry Potter fanfic for years and sort of lost myself in it right after high school.

Anyway.

I've heard people calling Carry On an HP knock off. I don't get this. Simon Snow is obviously Fangirl's Harry Potter. That makes Carry On more of a tongue in cheek homage to HP and stories like it as well as something of a love letter to fanfic writers.

A lot of the main characters start out as your standard for this type of story. "The Hero", "The Mentor", "The Damsel", "The Enemy", "The Unspeakable Evil."

Through the book it becomes clear that our hero is well meaning but ill-suited for the role that his mentor thinks he place him in. The mentor is shown to be unhinged. The damsel is sick of screaming and doesn't want to be in the story at all. The enemy is love sick for the hero and dealing with the puberty from hell. The unspeakable evil, isn't. Its just an unforeseen byproduct of the mentor's plan, in which, the hero, is a pawn.

The book plays with archetypes and I read some of them as being fairly meta about their expected place in the story.

Agetha, especially, seems to know her role and resent it. She's who is saved by the hero, whether she likes it or not.

Baz is so certain of his role as "The Enemy" that until his role flips, he's sure his destiny is to be killed by the person he's in love with.

Simon knows his role so well, he's on auto pilot as a defence mechanism. He's either going to die, or he'll get a stock Happily Ever After. He doesn't even allow himself to think too much about what really matters to him, because he knows his life isn't really his.

I would have loved this book because of everything I wrote above, but add to it the nods to fan contribution? It was enough to make me remember my old ff.n login!

I don't know if Rainbow Rowell researched fan fiction but I figure she must have.

I mean, the things I saw played with and reshaped in Carry On, are fanfic tropes. Rowell took things that grew out of fans having fun with their favorite characters and made them canon.

Main character going out with an exchange student, pop culture references, evil good guy, and:

Four words: Draco is a vampire.

Sure, not every fic that used these were the best, but so what? Many were sincere.

What better way to go to Hogwarts as a person raised outside the UK than to live though an OC in an exchange program?

It was weird that no one in the wizard world listened to muggle music, watched movies or TV. Even the muggleborns? I'm sorry, but I was in the same age range as the characters. In fact, if Harry were real, he would be three years older than me. You can't convince me that there were not at least a couple of muggleborns who were  sending an owl a week to remind their parents to tape Friends or My So-Called Life.

There were a fair few stories where Dumbledore or even Harry turned out to be evil. Even before we found out Dumbledore wasn't a saint. It can be fun to play with expectations and Dumbledore was too perfect for too long.

The vampire thing? I mean, why not? Either Draco or Snape. It fits enough for a fic, and you can get some fun stuff out of it. Besides Hogwarts allowed a warewolf, why not a vampire?

The point is, this book reminds me of some goofy fics I read but also reminds me of some that I sometimes have to remind myself aren't canon, because fan fiction can be amazing.

Example: It has been years but I still remember a great fic that someone wrote about Uric The Oddball's years at Hogwarts. I don't remember much about it off hand but I do know that if I re-read HP, when Uric is mentioned, I think of this story like it is something that is actually in the history of the series. (Dude, I googled "Uric the Oddball fan fiction" on a whim. Popped right up: Uric the Oddball and the Wild Hunt by Ariana Deralte. Guess I shouldn't be surprised! Maybe I should read it again to see if it's still as good as I remember).

So yeah, Carry On is so not an HP knock off and has a number of things that I think make me like it more.

The first one is diversity. It is very nice to have it explicitly said in the text that characters are of different ethnicities, sexualities, and abilities. Watford is a far better representation of a population than Hogwarts is, outside of fanfic (It wasn't there, people wrote it in).

Then there is magic itself, it comes from somewhere it's in the environment, it has to do with celestial alignment, people give words power to channel that energy.

That brings me to something that made me adore the world building here.

The actuality of Simon Snow's universe is that Mages cannot exist independently without the Normals. Without the Normals giving weight and meaning to turns of phrase, rhyme and songs, the Mages couldn't do what they do. Add to that, this means that magic is ever evolving and the Mages must learn about and be a part of, to some extent, the Normal world. This makes Mages who look down on Normals seem even more ridiculous.

I also think this book handled romance better than Harry Potter. I don't know what it was but the relationships seemed awkward and strained in HP. Maybe it was because most of it was shoved into one book, like Hogwarts's water supply was spiked with hormones? I don't know.

What I do know is that even though Simon and Agetha are going through the motions of being together in this book, they still feel like two people who have been dating for a long time.

We don't get a lot about Penny and her boyfriend, but the way she is described talking about him reminds me of how my best friend would talk about her boyfriends when she was visiting me. The way she would go on, you'd think that he was on the moon instead of 90 miles away. I bought that Penny and her boyfriend enjoy each other's company.

And the biggie. Simon and Baz

I almost didn't read this book for two reasons. First: Vampire main character. I love vampires, but I lived through the deluge of Twilight, True Blood, and Vampire Diaries, not to mention that every other book seemed to be about vampires. Even though I didn't watch or read all of them, I just got vampired out.

Second: I have never been one for the whole "enemies to love interest" thing. The Harry/Draco pairing never spoke to me.  Not that I never read fics that managed that ship well, it was just not my favorite, probably because I just never liked Draco.  I tend to prefer romances that are built on friendship (Remus and Sirius dated each other at some point, and nothing can convince me otherwise).

All that being said, I like the Simon/Baz pairing.

I like that Baz freely admits to the reader that a lot of his tormenting of Simon is pigtail pulling.

I like that Simon is more or less: "I like a guy? A guy who was my nemisis? That's new, let's go for it."

There's none of that "Hate turns to love" shit that I personally can't stand.  None of the "I am evil, yet his light draws me" or "His darkness is so seductive"

Baz isn't a villain needing to rethink his position. He's a slightly snobby guy with a lot of family pressure, who is in love with a dude who has been set up as opposition, by the adults in his life.

Simon isn't a good guy wanting to be bad. He's a guy who is following the path set out for him without giving context to his feelings with thought, because he doesn't think. So, when Baz doesn't show up at the first of the year, Simon knows 3 things for sure:

Baz is his enemy

His enemy is not there

He feels very uneasy about it.

Why?

See numbers 1 & 2

This equals out to "plotting" in Simon's mind because that's what enemies do.

It doesn't dawn on him that he was actually missing Baz and that he has romantic feelings for him until later

I also like the interaction between them. Again, I buy that they like each other. The simpler moments, like sharing food, or being flirty. It also makes sense that Baz is so nervous and guarded about the relationship. It fits that they would bicker and argue while trying to figure every thing out.

The relationships feel authentic.

In fact all of the relationships between  the characters feel authentic.  The sibling relationships between Ebb and Nicky, I know siblings that close. The interaction between Baz and his little sister, I know people like them too. The Friendships; in my opinion, too few friends in fiction are depicted messing with each other or being lovingly annoyed by each other.

I've known my two best friends most of my life. Not a day goes by where one of us doesn't say something that if it was said by anyone else, it would lead to a fight. Said by us, it's funny, or at least something we can't argue with.

So I related when Baz's friend complained that he had wasted his childhood hating Simon now that Simon and Baz were no longer enemies and Baz said: "What else were you going to do with your childhood?"

I spent my 20's with my friends seemingly taking turns crashing at my apartment. I spent most of my time ossulating between wishing they would go home and being glad they were there.

So at the beginning of the book, when Penny won't leave Simon's room? I saw myself in the way Simon felt about it.

That authentic and relatable quality was what I really liked about the quiet - if not Happily Ever After - then the Attempting Normal For Now ending each character got.

Well, as normal as you can get with a story involving  mages, vampires and powerful Elton John songs.

I am a dodecahedron of geekdom, btw and the classic rock side jumped up and down clapping hands at all of the music references (and giggled when Carry On was fallowed by Wayward Son which will be followed by Anyway The Wind Blows). 

And now we come to the reason I have not read the sequel even though it is sitting in a bag with the rest of this year's Powell's haul.

From what I have read, Wayward Son is, at least in part, about what happens after Happily Ever After and ends on a cliffhanger. 

After Happily Ever After with a cliffhanger and no release date... Yeah, that will drive me crazy. I haven't even read the second book and I'm already thinking about the third. Aw man! Who dies? Who breaks up? Who becomes evil?

So, even though road trip stories are right up there with time travel stories as one of my favorites, even though I love the idea of showing a character battling depression, even though I love these characters, period; Wayward Son will stay unread until I run out of new books to read, or the next book's release date is close. Whichever comes first, because I want to think of the characters in their quiet ending ending for a little while.

#Carry On #Books #book #rainbow rowell #spoilers #four #book blogging 2020

[charlesanthonybruno]

Hello Karen, I love love love that wood painting of yours - I would not even change it further, just hang it on my wall and stare adoringly at it :) could you maybe give some pointers (e.g. what kind of colours and how did you use them?) ty

Hello anon ! Thank you so, so very much for your message and your kind words ! They are as unexpected as they are wonderful, thank you.

Pointers, yes! Although, like I said, I got it into my head to paint a couple of weeks ago, having absolutely never painted before in my life, so be aware that I have no idea what I’m talking about here.

There are no step by step pictures as I did not document anything, only this (that I just took right now) :

and this :

Everything I used is in that first picture : black matte spray paint for the background, three shades of blue acrylic paint, gold watercolour paint, and white posca pens, and the two brushes. (I know nothing about brushes, so someone seeing this might be horrified, i’m sorry in advance if that’s the case.) Correction: I also used black acrylic to mix in with the blue paint to get darker hues. And water, of course.

So, um, basically, once I had my background, I used the big brush and the darkest shade of blue I had and… dabbed paint half hazardly in a hopefully space-sky-looking fashion. Nothing refined, just the general shape of the thing. It was more about adding to the background that going into details. Acrylic is forgiving, and dark on dark is easy to correct if you don’t like the result. Once you’re satisfied with this first layer, you wait for it to dry (it can take a while depending on how much water you used.)Second layer was for lighter shades and to try and paint a more defined shape, although defined might be pushing it. Same process as the first layer, but I think I might have started using the smaller brush here. Mix you lighter colours with black, or water, or each other, and dab dab dab until it looks like something you like, and let it dry. (Here is where I have to admit that I cannot draw for shit, which is why I pick abstract looking things to paint. Space gas clouds? Perfect.)

Once I had the shape of my cloud thingie, I added the stars with the Posca pens (one with a big tip, the other a tiny one.) The thin white trails that you can see in the cloud are happy accidents. Posca pens and not ink pens, they’re paint pens, and it turns out that if you use them where the water hasn’t dried, it’ll smudge the paint just enough to make this interesting little effect where what you drew is still solid but will smudge a little? I have no idea how to describe it and I only managed once or twice despite trying several more times.

Once the blue looked good, I added the gold. There again, small brush, dab dab dab, wait for it to dry, dab some more if you want. Once the gold looked good, I added small touches of cerulean blue. It looks beautiful with the gold, makes it pop and adds some depth.

Tada?

You might already be a painter and nothing I said up here helps you in any way, but um, this was the extent of my process.

tldr; work from dark to light, let the paint dry between layers, and play! have fun! Also, I only work with very cheap material. If you live in Europe, find an Action store, they’ll have paint sets, brushes, palettes, everything you need for almost nothing. I hope this was useful !

#* #i got carried away #in my defense i was not expecting to be asked to give pointers about painting of all things #I got lucky with this one painting #i have no idea what i'm doing #karen tries things #thank you again anon! #Anonymous

[samosoapsoup]

POINT OF NO RETURN

ART FORUM

Alex Kitnick on the discontent with museums

“WHEN DISCONTENT WITH MUSEUMS is strong enough to provoke the attempt to exhibit paintings in their original surroundings or in ones similar, in baroque or rococo castles, for instance, the result is even more distressing than when the works are wrenched from their original surroundings and then brought together.” This is Theodor Adorno in his great essay “Valéry Proust Museum,” first published in German in 1955, a moment of reckoning and reconstruction. Though Adorno doesn’t specify why the attempt to return and repatriate is more upsetting than the original rift and reassembling of modernity, it is clear that we are in a similar moment of discontent again today—and that we, too, must consider our desires and the effects they might produce.

In May this past year, the director of Florence’s Uffizi, Eike Schmidt, announced a proposal to return a number of the museum’s religious paintings to churches (if not to the exact ones the paintings came from, then at least to similarly Christian places of worship). At first glance, this seemed like a not-terrible idea; after all, I have seen Caravaggio’s Inspiration of Saint Matthew, 1602, tucked into its nook in San Luigi dei Francesi in Rome and felt that awed feeling of witnessing a thing where it was meant to be seen, in situ. Schmidt had apparently absorbed all the postmodern lessons of site specificity, about what is lost when something is picked, pried, or stolen from its original context. (“To remove the work is to destroy the work,” I could almost hear Richard Serra say.) But as I thought more about his proposal, the deep anti-modernism of the gesture struck me: The idea, after all, is not simply to relocate the paintings but to change their natures, transforming them from secular things worthy of contemplation into devotional images deserving of worship. Even if Schmidt is somehow historically right—in other words, even if he is being faithful to how artists intended their work to be seen—he is nevertheless revoking the experience of modernity that has descended upon these paintings.

When a painting was taken off the wall of the church and brought into the gallery of the museum, we were asked to look at it differently than the artist intended. Broken out of its original lifeworld and turned into a fragment (this is the original crime Adorno speaks of), the artwork became secular, a relic of another time and place, patched together with relics from other times and places. (“It would be an act of madness to enter a museum, kneel down before a painting of the virgin to pray for a soldier missing in battle, lighting a candle and leaving an offering on the floor near the picture before leaving,” Philip Fisher noted in 1975.) It is lost and adrift, yes, but it is also transformed, and here we find the other edge of the sword: One begins to draw connections the artist never imagined. That is the quixotic, heady power of the museum, the birth of which, one might go so far as to say, demands the death of the author. No works made before 1860 were meant to be contemplated in quite the same way—as Foucault reminds us, Manet was the first painter to imagine his paintings in the museum—but nothing that goes into it can resist its power. In this sense the museum is akin to the commodity system, another modern invention: Artworks confront all other artworks within its space. Inside, they change orientation, speak differently, take on new lives, assume new values. The viewer is charged with wondering about their potential, purchase, and power.

To describe the Uffizi plan as anti-secular and anti-modern is not to say that every repatriation shares these characteristics. In general, stolen things should be given back, and the past few years have seen many struggles for restitution that are undeniably just. In 2018, scholars Felwine Sarr and Bénédicte Savoy of the Collège de France released a brilliant report, commissioned by President Emmanuel Macron, urging the return of plundered African objects to their native lands: “African cultural heritage can no longer remain a prisoner of European Museums,” Macron’s Twitter account proclaimed. It is hard to argue against this move even if the proposed return is to some extent symbolic, and one might ask if European museums are not also attempting to divest themselves of a troubling colonial history: While France is much less likely to give back all the resources it plundered over the longue durée of colonialism, the return of objects might still pave the way for other forms of remuneration and justice; in their report, Sarr and Savoy note that restitution opens the “question of building bridges for future equitable relations.” Importantly, they are just as invested in the experience of confronting the objects themselves. As Sarr and Savoy put it, “To fall under the spell of an object, to be touched by it, moved emotionally by a piece of art in a museum, brought to tears of joy, to admire its forms of ingenuity, to like the artworks’ colors, to take a photo of it, to let oneself be transformed by it: All these experiences—which are also forms of access to knowledge—cannot simply be reserved to the inheritors of an asymmetrical history, to the benefactors of an excess of privilege and mobility.” If repatriated objects are unlikely to return to their original contexts, Sarr and Savoy insist, they must be displayed in necessarily “unoriginal” ways—in other words, in a museum.

The museum reveals the artwork’s potential precisely by negating it.

A LOT HAS CHANGED in the past forty or so years. If the postmodernism of the 1980s considered the museum to be in crisis and contemplated its “ruins,” today many see these same institutions as frustratingly intact, as bulwarks against change, citadels to be stormed. (Even ten years ago, the Left’s critique of museums was simply that they had transformed from civic sites to experiential fun houses. “The late-capitalist museum” was understood to be a space of spectacle, not BlackRock lucre.) Where an earlier generation of artists associated with institutional critique pointed to the museum’s genetic incoherence, as well as to the incursion of corporate interests, today the museum itself stands as a purveyor of systemic and symbolic violence. “The very foundation of the museum is carceral and colonial, and thus ableist,” artist Carolyn Lazard claimed in a recent interview. “Once we abandon the solidity of the museums’ justifications for existing, we might be able to invent new forms and new models of making.” Lazard is not alone in their thinking, but plans of attack have taken different approaches. In a recent exhibition detailing the role of slavery in the British empire and its afterlife in institutions of contemporary art, artist Cameron Rowland mortgaged the mahogany doors and handrails at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, London, installed by the extravagant George IV—thus making a strike against the host institution, while at the same time acknowledging, by staging the exhibition, that the artist is bound to it. (Even as the institution’s hardware remains intact, its value is drained—the site becomes indebted.) And many others, artists and art workers alike, have occupied the museum in similar ways, sometimes to drain it but just as often to reenergize it. One of the most affirming aspects of the protests against Warren Kanders’s trusteeship of New York’s Whitney Museum of American Art, which sprang up around the 2019 Biennial, was how many people claimed the institution as their own and insisted that their voices be heard there too. While the ultimately successful campaign to oust Kanders from the board neither erased his tear gas from the world nor purified the institution, it did mark an ethical position that had potentially political effects: For who, more people might ask, would want to break bread with a person like this?

Needless to say, we cannot undo the history of the museum, but neither should we invest blindly in its current state of affairs; we have to recognize it for what it has done, what it is capable of, and what it might do. Contra Adorno, the museum is no longer a mausoleum: His claim that the museum only exists out of “historical respect” has ceased to be the case. Indeed, the museum today is expected to be a center of attention and an active agent in culture to satisfy the “needs of the present,” but as much as it tries to stay up-to-date, it cannot help but deploy its age-old techniques—and this is not wholly a bad thing. After all, the museum is one of the few devices that can make the royal democratic, the private public, the sacred profane. It can switch contexts and create distance. It can bring things to light.

I am trying to argue here for the possibility of a productive alienation, a salutary anti-immediacy. In a sense, the museum reveals the artwork’s potential precisely by negating it: “Works of art,” Adorno insists, “can fully embody the promesse du bonheur only when they have been uprooted from their native soil and have set out along the path to their own destruction.” This is not quite as perverse as it sounds. Art is different than reality; it is one way of thinking about it and contemplating it. In his 1917 essay “Art as Device,” Viktor Shklovsky noted art’s strange-making powers, its ostranenie, its ability to defamiliarize. The device of art, however, resides not only in its objects but in its institutions—in other words, the artmaking, strange-making device par excellence may be the museum itself. And this strangeness, my substitute word for autonomy, is what grants the museum its privileged position not outside, but adjacent to, life—a place where life might be seen, queried, and discussed.

But must modern museums sit on endlessly growing piles of capital in order to do this work? Each expansion the museum makes not only creates room for more art but also builds a structure ever more costly to maintain—indeed, its incessant territorial expansionism might be one of its most colonial traits, apart, of course, from the encyclopedic museum’s mission to universalize (and centralize) by plunder. Hito Steyerl has written powerfully of what she calls the “poor image”—a digital file that is circulated, amended, shared, and cared for by many. What it loses in quality, in resolution, she claims, it gains in history. Now might be the time to imagine a “poor institution,” a place infiltrated by many that values community over control. What would a “poor” Whitney look like? A “poor” Guggenheim? A “poor” MoMA? Might they keep exhibitions up longer and dig more deeply into their permanent collections, enfranchise educators and dock executive pay? In other words, change structurally instead of signify differently? This is not a plea for populism, to pander to the people, but rather a call to recognize the many invested in, and identified with, institutions. Discontent with museums is productive. Unless we reimagine them radically, they may well become the baroque and rococo castles in which much art was first housed.

https://www.artforum.com/print/202101/alex-kitnick-on-the-discontent-with-museums-84657

[terrible-tulip]

First off, sorry about having to use a screenshot of a blockquote for the first part of your answer/ask.  The first ask got eaten but I had a text copy of it.

Haha, oh yeah, the whole “Mystery Man is Gaster and he was erased from existence when he was shattered across time and space” thing started thanks to a programming bug (and some datamining fans letting their imagination go wild, but mostly the bug part). 

While I can sort of understand why people got confused, I.... Wait, no.  No, I can’t.  What freshly published game doesn’t have a few bugs in it?  There was no reason to think Undertale was special and flawless and anything that needed players to mess with the game files to see was just “programmed that way.”

Did they really believe Toby Fox purposefully published a crowdfunded JRPG-style game that people have to pay $10 or more to play with a vague and sparsely done mystery with no answers hidden away in the game files just for the buyers who know how to datamine and mess with game files, even while including messages in the game files telling dataminers not to share any secrets they find (because it would spoil the game for others), and even expressing his displeasure over fans doing just that in various interviews?

And a few of those “Fun” events were found to have a specific chance of happening programmed into the game (criminally low chances, actually).  If these events were originally meant to be only experienced by editing the game file, then why were those chances even included in the programming?

Doors II: The Knocking

... it’s a Gaster follower/goner kid color palette version of a door that’s only in their house.

ONLY in their house? Au contraire, my good anon, you can find the door in Undyne’s house.

(Yes, I know... “Why didn’t you mention this in your last answer?”  Because I only thought to check the background doors afterwards)

This discovery only underlines the point I was trying to make: game developers re-use elements. Even if the door wasn’t used anywhere else in the game and was truly unique to the skeletons and Mystery Man, most of the fun events re-use elements used elsewhere in the game.  In fact, the Gossip follower is the only fun event character with a completely unique design.

There’s not even a wide variety of door sprites actually used in Undertale. This door has a very basic and very common-looking design.  It’s generic.  It’s also the only door design with a lock and regular opening animation sprite included in the game files as far as I can see.  It’s a perfect fit for Mystery Man. 

Other than it, there’s only three other door sprites used in the entire game that aren’t technically archways. Two are way too fancy for the door to some shy and reclusive NPC’s hideout/hidden home, one being the door to the Ruins exit and the other being to the developer’s room, and the other doesn’t look quite as nice as the door used.

So Mystery Man having the same door of the skelebros (and Undyne!) really says more about the generic nature of the door than anything about Mystery Man himself.

Side note: the door is used as an interior door except with Mystery Man, so this would explain why the room it appears in is called “room_water_fakehallway.” 

(Also, just a thought, but if Mystery Man is Gaster, why not just call his room “room_gaster” and Entry Seventeen’s room “room_g_entry” or “room_gasterentry”? For that matter, why not call his sprite Gaster?)

Goner kid says “Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same... Except you don’t exist? Everything functions perfectly without you...”  So putting those two details together with Gaster being “shattered across time and space” (plus the whole sound thing) makes people wonder if Mystery Man’s room was--whether previously or in another timeline--a room in their house.

Throughout the rest of the game, goner is specifically used for people who are about to die.  We are given no reason to think Goner Kid is anything other than a dying young monster pondering over the inevitable. The dark nature of the encounter might be why it’s a fun event.

While they ask Frisk to forget about them, memory and forgetting is a running theme in the game due to the nature of resets (not because of Gaster) and the popular theory is that Gaster was forgotten, not that he wants to be forgotten.  What is said and what is theorized contradict each other.  

For the “Goner Kid speaks for Gaster” theory, there is also the issue of how Goner Kid is supposed to be speaking for Gaster.  Is Goner Kid some sort of mystic oracle who is speaking for Gaster in first person due to sensing his loss essence or, I dunno, something weird like that? Or is Gaster somehow speaking through Goner Kid due to possession or something?  There’s no evidence for either argument and none of these ideas make sense in context of the world rules set by the rest of the game.

Little short side rant:

It seems another thing that Gaster theorists cannot agree on is what/where/when the fuck the followers are supposed to be if Gaster was erased from existence and is Mystery Man (somehow at the same time) and all the fun events with the programming error were meant to work that way.  

Some say, “They were erased from existence too... but are somehow able to converse with Frisk sometimes.”

Others say, “They’re only partially erased (whatever that means) and can converse with Frisk sometimes.”

And some, like me, say, “Dude, they’re just rare events in the game, like Clam Girl.”

Just saying, the most popular Gaster theory can’t seem to get its act together.

Returning to the subject at hand, the dialogue of the Gaster followers throws a wrench in the “Gaster was retconned from existence and forgotten” theory that the assumption that Goner Kid (and by extension all gray NPC fun events) is connected to Gaster both spawned and depends on.

This clearly indicates that Asgore didn’t forget Gaster.  This should’ve been clear even back when the fun values weren’t debugged.

That being said, I really do not get how fans interpreted “they say he shattered across time and space” as “he was erased from existence.”

One day, he vanished without a trace. They say he shattered across time and space.

Let me break down this entire line.

They say

This is actually a phrase that in real life means “it is rumored.”  As in, it is rumored he shattered across time and space.

he shattered

Shattered, scattered, collapsed (which has the double meaning of fell and shattered), and the like are all words used in the game to describe a monster dying and turning to dust.

So “he shattered” is effectively the same thing as saying “he died and became dust” in context of the game, not “his consciousness and body was scattered throughout time and space.”

across

Here’s an interesting thing about the word across: it technically doesn’t mean the same thing as throughout, the definition most commonly assumed when people discuss this line.  Compare:

Across:

1) To, toward or from the far side of (something that lies between two points of interest).

2) On the opposite side of (something that lies between two points of interest).

3) From one side to the other within (a space being traversed).

4) At or near the far end of (a space).

Throughout:

1) In every part of; all through.

time and space

This goes without saying, but it should be noted that monsters have a limited amount of space and what space they have is inescapable. Since Gaster vanished without a trace while trapped behind the barrier, it’s unlikely he vanished into

space

so much as

time

.  Time, time manipulation, and time travel are all important themes (not the word I’m looking for, but I’m drawing a blank) in the game, so it would make sense that Gaster vanished into time itself.

Of course, this would also fit the implication that the strange machine in Sans’ basement is a time machine and the two tweets from Twitter between Toby and a fan that hinted it had something to do with Gaster’s disappearance (sadly, the fan’s Tweet was lost to time).

So the line is basically saying “it is rumored his dust was scattered at different linear points of time (and, to a lesser extent, space) when he died.”

There’s nothing in the line to indicate he was

erased

from time and space.

people wonder if Mystery Man’s room was--whether previously or in another timeline--a room in their house.

If either of these ideas were true, the player would've found the room (or what’s left of it) in their house in at least one playable timeline as a fun event, not off in Waterfall.

#anonymous #undertale #gaster #mystery man #mm!gaster #critical analysis #my meta #fannish thoughts #fandom.exe

[writingfromkitchenator]

Secret 2

Part 1

"Hey guys, what are you still doing here?"  I asked, Sam and Dean standing there clearly waiting, despite having told me they were going on a hunt.  I could tell something was wrong, but I was going to see where it went.

Dean was clearly controlling his anger.  "Have you heard from Crowley recently?"

I raised an eyebrow.  "Why would I have heard from Crowley?  Lucifer's probably holding him up somewhere."  It had been near torture, but I had to hold my tongue.

Sam holds up my phone, my hand moving to my pocket.  "Seems a bit strange that you would get a message from him then."  He proceeds to unlocks the phone as I stared.  "Sparrow.  Managed to escape.  Be in touch soon."

I blinked and then quickly shrugged it off.  "Guess he trusts me more than you guys."

"Oh he trusts you alright."  Dean snarled.  "And it looks like you trust him with everything too."

"Don't be-"

"We saw all the messages Haley."  Sam said sadly.  "How long has this been going on?"

I took a moment, even though I knew the game was up, but then I sighed.  "What's it matter, you guys are pissed anyway."

"Pissed?  Pissed doesn't even begin to describe what I feel right now."  Dean said, his gaze furious.  "Of all the people Haley, of all the messed up sons of bitches we've come across, why Crowley?"

"I don't have to tell you why."  I said defiantly, looking between my brothers.  "My decisions are my own and I don't need your approval.  Crowley looks after me, treats me well, so I don't see what the problem is."

"He's a demon!"  Dean's voice was starting to raise.  "What other problem does there need to be?"

"Like you two make crystal clear choices."  I said frowning.  "I don't expect you to understand, neither of you, I had a feeling it would be like this if you ever found out which is why I never told you."

"How long have you been lying to us?"  Dean spoke through clenched teeth and I had a feeling that Dean was going to be problem more than what I wanted to think about.

"In all fairness, you guys left me with him in the bunker all the time."  I said it lightly, with a hint of smile, but it just caused Dean's gaze to darken and Sam to frown with worry.  "I haven't made a deal guys, I'm not stupid."

I rolled my eyes when they remained silent.  "Look, just give me my phone and I'll go and pack some things and be on my way."

"No," Dean snapped, snatching the phone off Sam.  "Because you are going to tell us everything.  After you message that arsehole and break it off first."

Dean handed me my phone and I stared at him and the seriousness in his gaze for a moment before looking at the message from Crowley.  I swallowed, this couldn't have happened at a worse time, but we had prepared for this.

Without looking up, I sent a message.

Vatican Cameos

I had just hit send when Dean grabbed my arm, yanking the phone from my hand.

"What the hell does that mean?"  He yelled.

I tried to pull away from his grip.  "What?  You didn't think that we'd have a plan if you two found out?"

Dean suddenly twisted my arm behind my back and slammed me face first onto the table, making me cry out and Sam step forward.

"What the hell Dean?"  Sam said loudly.

Water poured down over my head as Dean held me down.  "Well, that covers one thing."

"I can't be possessed you idiot."  I growl and tried to move, only to cause Dean to pull my arm tighter.

"With all you've been experimenting with, anything is possible."  Dean shouts.  "So we can do this the hard way or you can just tell us everything."

I grit my teeth against the pain.  "Go to hell Dean, I don't have to tell you anything."

"Don't think I won't torture it out of you?"  He snarled in my ear.

I wasn't playing his game.  "No I don't."  I gasp as he pulled my arm tighter again.  "Because as much as you enjoy the violence Dean, you're just like Sam and I, too much heart."

I braced myself for whatever Dean was about to do next when a noise broke the tense silence.

Highway to Hell was playing.

I chuckled through my pain, realising it was phone.  "That prick, he changed it."

Still holding me, Dean answered and Crowley cut him off.

"You say one word Squirrel and I'll make sure you're looking backwards faster than you can wait."

Dean glared at the phone, Sam still looking unsure of what to do.

"You alright Sparrow?"

"Be better if I wasn't pinned to a damn table."  I grunted, my eyes watering.

"And for what possible reason would you be pinned to a table?    Not having fun without me I hope?"

"Listen you son of a bitch-"  Dean tried to cut in.

"Witch."  Crowley said sternly.  "And you are going to shut up and listen little Squirrel, because this is only going to go one of two ways.  You are going to let my Sparrow off that table and let her walk out of there, or, you are going to make me come and get her, therefore forcing me out of hiding and drawing out Lucifer who will no doubt kill us all."

Dean takes a moment and then very reluctantly lets me go.  I stand and stretch out my neck and arm.  I turn to say something, only to find a very furious Dean glaring at me, his knife in hand.

"And what are you going to do with that?"  I asked, sharing a worried look with Sam.

Crowley could obviously hear the fear in my voice.  "Dean, you so much as touch her and-"

Dean presses a button on the phone and chucks it aside, before pointing at my arm as he starts to step forward.  "I'm going to make sure that those aren't doing anything to you."

I scoff even as I protectively cover my arm.  "Please, don't you think I'd look into before I did anything foolish?  You guys talk to me about the spellwork, you know I know what I'm doing."

"I just want to make sure."

Dean moves and I use the table as leverage to kick him back, quickly moving as far back as I could on the opposite side of the table to Sam, who was rushing over to Dean to help him up and hold him back.

"This is ridiculous Dean," Sam said, holding him back.  "Stop before you hurt her."

"She's been bloody working for him."  Dean growled, trying to push past Sam.  "And I intend to find out why!"

"I haven't been working for him."  I snarled, keeping my eyes locked on them.  "We keep our professional lives out of this!"

This was clearly the wrong response, Dean shoving Sam away and approaching quickly, even as I quickly moved around the table.

"Dean, I mean it."  I said quietly, trying to reason with him.  "Neither of us had every interest in bringing our messed up lives into our relationship.  Why do you think-"

"You knew where he was and where he was keeping Amara!"  Dean roared.

"I knew where he was but I didn't know he was keeping Amara."  I hissed and my eyes narrowed.  "You stand there and accuse me of being in a poisonous relationship when you are in love with the Darkness!"

Dean's eyes flashed and his teeth bared.  "That has nothing to do with you."

"It's the only reason you are so mad at me now!"  I shouted.  "Because I'm daring to change the rules and you are not!"

"These aren't changing the rules, they're bloody breaking them!"  He roared going for me again even as Sam stepped in the way.

I knew I was crying, I had been expecting some of this, but not to this extent, that Dean was so intent harming me.  "I love Crowley, Dean, and I honestly don't care whether you approve or not.  You want to hurt me, fine.  If I mean that little to you, then do it."

I stopped and held out my arms, staring between my two frozen brothers.

Sam was the first to react.  "We don't want to hurt you Haley, we're just trying to understand."

"I wasn't talking to you Sam."  I said quietly.  "Dean hasn't been right in a long time, and if I have to do this to make it finally right, then so be it, so step away and let him make his choice."

Sam was hesitant, looking at Dean who hadn't moved, and then stepped away.

We stared at each other.

"You want to know what I do on my arm Dean?"  I asked quietly, bringing my arm forward.  "I've been working on protection symbols, which was how I blocked Abaddon all that time ago.  It wasn't perfect and hurt like hell each time she tried, but it worked.  I've been trying to refine it, to give us a better chance of fighting all this crap that we come across because you cannot deny that our luck is some of the worst in the world."  I gripped my arm tightly, trying to get the point across.  "If you or Sam or Cas or Crowley intentionally break any of these, then I will die."

Dean frowned at me, the knife still tight in his hand.  "Why?"

"Because that's how the the magic works."  I looked at my arm.  "You can't see it, but it is bound just as the mark was bound to you.  It was a side effect I was willing to take but I never thought, never, that you would do anything, no matter who I was with or what I did."

After another long tense moment, Dean tossed the knife onto the table.  "Dammit Sis, just talk to us."

I hugged my arms to myself.  "We don't do that Dean, we never have."

"And you wonder why I keep your working life out of our relationship."

All three of us jumped, Crowley standing there watching us.

"Crowley..."  I said weakly.  "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Squirrel only muted the call and didn't end it."  He strode over to the phone, picking it up and hanging up the call.  "So, despite my threat earlier, I had to make sure you were alright."

I had tensed though, staring at him with wide eyes as he turned back to me, his expression unreadable.

"Did you really include me in all those markings?"  He asked, pointing to my arm.

"Yes."  I answered quietly.  "But so far, you have to be-"

"With you for them to work.  I had figured love."  Crowley's attention turned back to Sam and Dean.  "Are you two done absconding her?"

Dean pressed his lips together, fury in his gaze as he glared at Crowley.  "You have some nerve, defiling our sister like this."

Crowley raised an eyebrow.  "Last I checked, I wasn't defiling anything.  She is with me willingly, and despite your own personal opinions, no, I did not talk her into it."

"And what's in it for you?"  Sam asked, looking at me.  "Haley I get, she's happy, but what about you?"

"Do I have to give them an answer to that?"  Crowley asked me with a frown, although it was clear that he was amused by the question.  "After all, it's not their business."

All I could do was shake my head, feeling exhausted and worried about what was coming.

"Good."  He smirks at Sam and Dean.  "I suppose you won't mind if Sparrow and I have a private chat then?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but Crowley had already clicked his fingers, making us appear in a small hotel room.  I hugged myself a little closer, still very unsure.

"Haley..."  Crowley was holding out his hand, his expression calm.

I took his hand and let him pull me into him, tucking my head under his chin as I drew in a shaky breath, clutching the front of his jacket as his arms wrapped tightly around me.

"I'd ask if you were alright, but I think it's evident you are not."  He said quietly into my hair.

"I've certainly felt better."  I mumbled, closing my eyes and just enjoying his closeness for the moment.

He hummed, just holding me and a silence fell around us.

"You clearly want to say something."  I said finally, drawing in a deep breath.

"What makes you say that love?"

"I can practically hear you thinking Crowley."  I half smile against him, still too exhausted and worried to move.

"Well, it was just a little thought."

"That was a lot of thinking for a little thought."

He chuckles and presses a kiss into my hair.  "It was a little thought that means a lot, after all, it's not everyday that the most beautiful woman you know tells you that she loves you."

I tensed, unsure of where this would go.  I knew this would be coming after he mentioned that Dean had failed to hang up the phone.

"Although, in all fairness, it wasn't exactly directly said to me."  He continued softly before gently moving and taking my chin under his hand and making me look at him.  "I know I'd feel a lot better if you did."

I blinked slowly, cautiously, feelings weren't exactly in our repertoire, and whatever Sam and Dean thought, we mostly did mundane things together, just enjoying being away from our respective worlds.

Crowley's thumb brushed my cheek, waiting for an answer.

My eyes filled with tears even though I didn't want them too.  "You bastard, do you or not?"

He grinned and before I could say anything else, he pressed his lips to mine.  I had never thought that so much could be poured into one kiss, but there we were, Crowley's hands cradling my face as he deepened the kiss, my hands holding onto him tightly.

We broke apart to catch our breath, our foreheads resting against each other.

"You're a prick for changing my ringtone."  I said quietly.  "Dean wasn't going to murder me before that."

He chuckled softly.  "Ive been wanting to hear that for a while."  His expression then turned serious as he brushed the left over tears from my cheeks.  

"I've still got to deal with him."  Crowley growled softly.  "You did not deserve that."

"They had every right to be angry with me."

"They still didn't have to hurt you."  He then looked around the room, suddenly distracted.  "I don't suppose you have the angel warding memorised?"

"You're really going to ask me that?"  I said incredulously, earning another grin as he pulled me back into another kiss, clicking his fingers so we moved again.

#supernatural #crowley #short #fanfic #mynewobsession

[sapphogator]

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? 5′3″ i mean come on now.  2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) maybe a dragon. real pet wise, a hawk. 3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? pac sun model. 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? sonic the hedgehog 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: the future, the present, the past??? 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? don’t poke the bear. 7: What is your opinion on bats? cute. 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] i think melancholic.  9: Are you ticklish? yes. and yes i will destroy you if you tickle me 10: Are you allergic to anything? lamictal apparently. 11: What’s your sexuality? lesbian 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? cocoa cause i’m 7 13: Are you a cat or dog person? both but i like dogs a bit more.  14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? vampire. 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Steve Roggenbuck 16: How tall are you? 4′11″ SMALL 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Jay 18: How much do you weigh? right now like 128-130. gotta slim down. gots the chubbs. 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? yes 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? the ocean, as i have not been to space yet 21: Are you religious? naw, more spiritual 22: Pet peeves? WHISTLING, LOUD NOISES, AHHH 23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal? awake all hours. never sleep.  24: Favorite constellation? orion.  25: Favorite star? sirius. 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? not really. an ex girlfriend really liked them and i just find it sorta weird tbh. 27: Any phobias or fears? i can’t really like....remember. 28: Do you think global warming is real? of course. we are killing the penguins, you stupid bastards 29: Do you believe in reincarnation? nah. 30: Favorite movie? Jurassic Park 31: Do you get scared easily? depends. in real scary situations i lose my fear. 32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 10? ish?? 20 with fish?? 33: Blog rate? i did this myself cause i like to. 34: What is a color that calms you? blue 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Antarctica. i’d live wherever though. 36: Where were you born? richmond 37: What is your eye color? dark brown 38: Introvert or extrovert? introvert 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? to some extent but not really 40: Hugs or kisses? both 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? V!!!!!!!

42: Who is someone you love deeply? my close inner circle people 43: Any piercings you want? my clitoral hood. i dunno. nothing really 44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? i do 45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so? i smoke on occasion 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! no crushes, we die like men. 47: What is a sound you really hate? whistling, sniffling 48: A sound you really love? cronch of apple, my dog’s growl cause she’s small so it sounds very cute 49: Can you do a backflip? no, id die. 50: Can you do the splits? no, i’d also die 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Winona Ryder, Jeff Goldblum 52: Favorite movie? ALREADY ASKED. Jurassic Park 53: How are you feeling right now? hype but tired 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? green. but i like the dark brownish black that it is right now 55: When did you feel happiest? at the beach.  56: Something that calms you down? puppies, walks in the woods 57: Have any mental disorders? Bipolar 2: the squeakquel, anxiety, ptsd, dysthymia  58: What does your URL mean? a rotten J 59: What three words describe you the most? quiet, small, eccentric 60: Do you believe in evolution? yes 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? if they’re rude af. 62: What makes you follow a blog? if they post things i like 63: Favorite kind of person: talkative, likes music, kind, animal lover 64: Favorite animal(s): snakes, dogs, alligators, penguins, hyenas 65: Name three of your favorite blogs. idk man. all my friends’ blogs 66: Favorite emoticon: the purple devil guy and the laughing cat 67: Favorite meme: what in tarnation 68: What is your MBTI personality type? INTJ 69: What is your star sign? scorpio, death dude 70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? he won’t because he’s not into that 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? i like my alien tank top 72: Post a selfie or two? nah. too tired 73: Do you have platform shoes? no. i should though. 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? i once knocked a tooth out of my head via a pencil and like it could have been really bad i could have impaled my head on a pencil 75: Can you do a front flip? hell nah, honey. 76: Do you like birds? i love birds 77: Do you like to swim? yes i do 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? swimming 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: mental disorders  80: Some thing you wish did exist: time travel 81: Piercings you have? ears, industrial in the ear 82: Something you really enjoy doing: walking around 83: Favorite person to talk to: V, my sister, leigh 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? HOW WORK???? 85: How many followers do you have? 125 but i just remade. 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? hahahahahaha. sweetheart, no. 87: Do your socks always match? not always though i try 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? kind of 89: What are your birthstones? topaz i believe. that’s the yellow one right? 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? lazy alligator bub 91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? venus fly trap 92: A store you hate? bath & body cause i cannot breathe in there 93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? one is good. 94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? fly.  95: Do you like to wear camo? i do not 96: Winter or summer? summer 97: How long can you hold your breath for? a minute or so 98: Least favorite person? i don't really have beef  99: Someone you look up to: Ron Perlman 100: A store you love? surprisingly, Zumiez 101: Favorite type of shoes: vans 102: Where do you live? bumblefuck PA 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? nah, i can't be. i’ll get sick. 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? amethyst i guess 105: Do you drink milk? only almond 106: Do you like bugs? i really do. they’re neat 107: Do you like spiders? nooooo 108: Something you get paranoid about? that spiders are crawling on me 109: Can you draw: indeed. 110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? what my fetishes are 111: A question you hate being asked? HOW TALL ARE YOU? 112: Ever been bitten by a spider? i don't think so? 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? i love it 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? sunny days sweeping the clouds away 115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: VJ 116: Favorite cloud type: fluffy 117: What color do you wish the sky was? i like that it’s blue 118: Do you have freckles? nope 119: Favorite thing about a person: their face? 120: Fruits or vegetables? fruits 121: Something you want to do right now: eat at BK 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? the sky 123: Sweet or sour foods? sweet 124: Bright or dim lights? dim 125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? which one? moth man? cause yes 126: Something you hate about Tumblr: the drama  127: Something you love about Tumblr: the pics 128: What do you think about the least? i dunno. i don’t think about it much 129: What would you want written on your tombstone? TOYNBEE IDEA 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? me 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? my passion 132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? depends 133: Computer or TV? both 134: Do you like roller coasters? not really 135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? yep, in the car. sometimes i vomit. 136: Are your ears lobed or attached? lobed. 137: Do you believe in karma? somewhat 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 7 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Jeis, Luka, Blue, Killer 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? not anymore 141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? yeppers 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? chaotic neutral 143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? giving gifts 144: What makes you angry? so many 145: How many languages do you speak fluently? english 146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? girls, nonbinary 147: Are you androgynous? somewhat 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: eyes, cheekbones 149: Favorite thing about your personality: humor 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. V, Cass, my sister 151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? i don’t really even know... 152: Do you like BuzzFeed? it’s my guilty pleasure 153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] FROM THE INTERNET 154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? i do 155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? if they let me. i like hair 156: What embarrasses you? myself 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: silence 158: Biggest lie you have ever told: i told my relatives i got laid off :B 159: How many people are you following? a bunch 160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? idk man 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? none 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? i have no idea 163: Last time you cried and why: a few weeks ago, and because of closure 164: Do you have long or short hair? medium long right now cause i got a hair cut yesterday 165: Longest your hair has ever been: halfway down my back 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion? i hate the catholic church because they keep trying to pretend that the molestation stuff never happened and it’s disgusting.  167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? not really. i’m here, i’m queer, and that’s about it 168: Do you like to wear makeup? not really. thinking i should cause i’m getting older but also ehhhhhh 169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? hell no. i’m not athletic like that 170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? of course.

#surv #about me

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Sherlock Season 4: The Review, The End?

The end. Sherlock is over.

At least, Season 4 is over. But is this the last we will see of the world famous consulting detective? Well, the answer to that is not so cut and dry.

On the one side, episode 3 did feel sort of... final. On the other, each season always feels like it could be the last, and frankly, that's one of the reasons this show is so good, we never know when it will be the end.

Sherlock, as anyone who follows the show knows, comes few and far between; three episodes a season, and often multiple years between those seasons. And this isn't because the show is difficult or costly to make, but because its stars, Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, are increasingly becoming more and more popular. With every season, it has become more difficult to schedule. So, even if we know there's another season planned, it may be a long time before we actually get to see it.

Of course, the biggest indicator that we will see the firm of Holmes and Watson again is how each season thus far has ended: with a cliffhanger the size of Reichenbach falls. Season 1 ended with the reveal of Moriarty, guns aimed at all the major players, and a bomb in between them. Season 2 with Sherlock's supposed suicidal jump, only to see him alive in the closing moments (the Reichenbach scenario which Robert Downey Jr.'s movie, which came out only weeks before season 2, also utilized). And season 3 ended with the infamous "Did you miss me?" campaign from Moriarty (or actually Eurus Holmes). Each season, we had more than an inkling that we'd see our dynamic duo again, it was only a question of when.  

With season 4, however, the game has changed. There was no cliffhanger. Only a montage showing that Holmes and Watson will continue to do what they do best: solve mysteries. Of course, we know that they will, but the way this was displayed almost felt like a swan song, a conclusion.

But was it? According to Steven Moffat, co-creator of Sherlock (also the current show-runner of Doctor Who), well... maybe? "I don't know how long we can keep it going. I'm personally willing but I'm hardly the main draw. I would be moderately surprised if this was the last time we ever made this show. But it absolutely could be."

And I think that was what season 4 was intended to be: a conclusion, one from which we could be satisfied with the series as a whole and how it ends, but also one from which they could easily pick up the story again, given the chance. I think the intention from everyone is to come back for some form of a season 5, whether it is a full season, or another special like The Abominable Bride. But on the off-chance that the stars never align and this group of talented people don't get to come together again, season 4 works as an ending.

And what an ending it was.

The Six Thatchers: I'll be frank, after season 3 and The Abominable Bride, which are my four favorite episodes of the entire series thus far, I felt the season 4 opener was a little weak. But only by comparison. It was in no way the worst episode of the show; if I had to pick my least favorite it would either be The Blind Banker (season 1, episode 2) or The Hounds of Baskerville (season 2, episode 2). But returning to Mary Watson's A.G.R.A. story line after it was well put to bed in season 3 (His Last Vow) felt a little redundant to me. I wanted to follow a different story, not to retread what I felt was a closed book. But, of course, life isn't that simple, and things in our pasts have a way of coming back to us, especially if that past includes being an assassin for the British Empire, as Mary Watson was. And bringing that back into the forefront ultimately lead to, SPOILERS, Mary Waston's death. Whether outside circumstances played any part in that decision (Martin Freeman and Amanda Abbington, who plays Mary, have actually been married in real life for sixteen years, and split just before this season was aired) or not, it ended up playing very well in the following episodes, even if the A.G.R.A. story line didn't service this episode the best. But even if this wasn't one of my absolute favorite episodes, it was still a fun story. The mystery of the six Margaret Thatcher statues was intriguing enough (although the smaller mysteries, like the dead boy in the burned car, were more satisfying). Mary's running montage was awesome (and even more awesome to find Sherlock waiting for her at the end of it all). And the comical moments were spot on as always. All in all, a good episode, but not a great one.

The Lying Detective: The second episode, however, is possibly my favorite episode of the entire series, a spot previously held by The Sign of Three from last season. Benedict Cumberbatch has always been a tremendous talent, and perfect as Sherlock, but enough cannot be said about Martin Freeman. The emotion he can bring to a scene, in just the smallest of expressions, is powerful. There are just no words to describe his performance in this episode. In fact, everyone was in top form for the penultimate adventure. Mrs. Hudson was another shining moment of the episode, however more lighthearted; Una Stubbs is equal parts hilarious, fierce, and unstoppable. From her wild car chase, one that only Mrs. Hudson could pull off while on the telephone, to the way she can stand up to Mycroft, really what would we do without Mrs. Hudson? And, of course, the villain of the piece, portrayed by Toby Jones. But however good the mystery is, however good the villain is, it is all overshadowed by the story line of Watson and Holmes. Watson, who blames Sherlock for Mary's death, and is hallucinating Mary in his despair. And Holmes, who has gone "to hell," as the late Mary told him to, in a bid to save Watson (as she said the only way to save Watson is to make Watson save him). The main story line in this episode is important, but it is the emotional moments between Holmes and Watson that make this episode great. This show would be nowhere without Benedict and Martin.

The Final Problem: Finally... Finale? The Final Problem is just that; final. Where was the last episode was a perfect episode of the show, showcasing the best of the series, this episode is different. It is different in that there isn't a real Sherlock-style mystery to follow. The story itself is grander, the stakes are higher. In all honesty, it feels like a finale. It feels like an ending. And it takes my three favorite characters, Sherlock, Watson, and Mycroft, and puts them in a room. This episode is more of a character study on all three men, showing them at their best as they face their worst. And their worst is Eurus Holmes, their long forgotten, psychotic sister, who traps all three men in a horror-show of a maze. And through this "experiment," we get to see the very best of each character. Each one had their moment. Sherlock when he busted the coffin after having to potentially ruin Molly Hooper (who he cares for way more than he ever lets on). Watson when he has to choose whether to kill a man to save someone else. And Mycroft... Let me say Mycroft has always been one of my favorite roles in the show. Always proper, always in power, brilliantly portrayed by series co-creator Mark Gatiss. Always a step ahead of Sherlock, and ten steps ahead of everyone else. Mycroft's moment was my favorite. When Sherlock was faced with having to kill either Mycroft or Watson to continue, Mycroft starts ordering Sherlock to kill Watson, saying hurtful things about Watson seemingly in an effort to prove Watson's uselessness in what lies ahead (which Watson actually agrees with). But what he really was doing was trying to piss Sherlock off enough that he'd kill him and spare Watson. It was Mycroft's backwards way of saving both his brother and his friend. However despicable Mycroft has ever been in the course of this series, this was his best moment. Other call outs on this episode go to the return of Moriarty, sort of (thankfully not actually still alive), the moment in Baker Street with the bomb, and, of course, Sherlock's charade in Mycroft's home at the beginning of the episode. No, this wasn't the very best episode of the series, but more often than not, series finales are not the best episodes. They are great, but they have to wrap up so much that sometimes they suffer. But, for me, I loved this one.

The style of the episode lends itself to feeling like a conclusion. This is the hardest case Sherlock has had to tackle, because it isn't a case at all, it is family. But it is also a mystery from his childhood that he never was able to solve: The Redbeard Mystery. And I'm not talking about the identity of Redbeard, but the song, the little jingle that Eurus continually sings. Someone described the first episode of this season as a Bond-style story, but really, this episode is more James Bond than the first. The villain reminds me of Spectre's Blofeld; a person from the main character's past that has returned to torture our hero. Spectre, however, was not a great movie; Blofeld took credit for all of Bond's previous foes, from Silva to Le Chiffre. "I am the author of all your pain," says Blofeld. Well, Eurus can make a similar claim, as we don't know what, exactly, she and Moriarty discussed in her five minutes unsupervised, but we can be sure that it played a part into his actions in season 2. Controversy, Eurus calls herself Moriarty's revenge. We don't know the extent of their work together, and we don't need to know.

Spectre was not a good movie. When I saw it, I rolled my eyes as Blofeld said he had done everything to Bond, because there was no background to support it. In Sherlock, however, we've had whisperings of Eurus at least since the season 3 finale. Sherrinford is mentioned, and Mycroft even claims he isn't capable of brotherly compassion. "You know what happened to the other one," he says. Redbeard was also mentioned in both episodes 2 and 3 of season 3. But, to me, the biggest sign is Moriarty's message, "Did you miss me?" Initially thought to be a message from the thought-to-be-dead Moriarty himself, it is clear now that it was from Eurus, asking her brothers if they missed her. Sherlock is so expertly written that, if I were to go back and watch the entire series, I have no doubt that I'd notice references as far back as the first season (one to point out, in season 3 Mycroft says "Both of us thought you were an idiot," referring to the fact that, as kids, they thought Sherlock was the dumb one because they didn't have any other kids around them to observe. Of course, we assume that he meant Sherlock and Mycroft both thought Sherlock was the dumb one, but more logically he meant he and Eurus thought Sherlock was the dumb one... Mycroft did say he is always testing Sherlock to see if he remembers her...).

In fact, Sherlock is so expertly written that I don't ever feel anything was done unintentionally. It is why this show has constantly been my favorite, despite there only being thirteen total episodes. It is this genius writing that makes it hard for me to watch the Sherlock Holmes movies with Robert Downey Jr., as much as I love them, because, compared to this show, it is unequivocally the "dumb Holmes." It is also this expert writing that leads me to believe that either this is the last season, or that we won't have too many more seasons to come. One can only write this good for so long, and I'd rather Sherlock go out with a bang than with poor writing.

I loved this season. I still think season 3 is my favorite as a whole, but this is a close second, and The Lying Detective is my absolute favorite of the entire run so far. And I say so far, because I believe there will be a season 5, or a special, or something. Even if it takes five years, ten years, whatever, I believe that we will get another adventure with Sherlock and Watson. But if we don't, The Final Problem works just as well as an ending for me. If The Final Problem is the conclusion to this show, it did go out with a bang. If that was the end, it was a fully satisfying end for me. This is an odd moment for me in television. I haven't been watching a lot of my regular shows, and instead I've been watching shorter shows on streaming services, shows like House of Cards and Lemony Snicket and The OA. Streaming television is clearly where it is at, as those productions are getting to be way better than the weekly fare on networks. But despite all that, Sherlock has been the best thing I've watched so far in 2017. I hope to see more, I'll always want to see more from Benedict and Martin, as they are so good together. But if that was the end of the game, I am completely satisfied, grateful, and proud of these last three episodes.

#sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #the lying detective #the final problem #six thatchers #steven moffat #mark gatiss #bbc #bbc sherlock

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lmfao james i swear to god

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? i wish i was 160cm cause i wanna be short and also then my weight would be healthy lmao2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) we all know i want a norwegian forest cat, and also a lizard would be cute3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? long flowing dress or skirts w blouses4: What was your favorite video game growing up? pokemon5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: my cats, what i will eat and how much a wanna be picked up and spun around one day6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? it wouldnt say anything it`d just have the crying laughing emoji like deepfried on red tape7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? u didnt say anything for this so ill state my opinion on meat which is yuck8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] none rlly fit me tbh9: Are you ticklish? yea….. 10: Are you allergic to anything? nope11: What’s your sexuality? lesbian (femme lesbian specifically)12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? coffee, tho i like all13: Are you a cat or dog person? CAT, im very picky abt dogs14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? elf15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? idk like i dont rlly watch youtube for anyone inparticular i just watch whatever16: How tall are you? 170cm17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? opal, just cause its my middle name and opals are my favourite gemstone18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] about 50kg (ik im underweight if anyone is concerned btw im fine its a sideaffect of one of my medications)19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? yes20: Do you like space or the ocean more? i love sharks and jellyfish so the ocean, however i am fucking scared of octopuses21: Are you religious? nope, never have been22: Pet peeves? men.23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? why does diurnal sound like urinal, but i like the day so that24: Favorite constellation? the pot thing cause its easy to spot25: Favorite star? the biggest one there is26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? i dont rlly see much of a use for them27: Any phobias or fears? arachnophobia, and aslo the dark 28: Do you think global warming is real? um yes definitely, because im not stupid29: Do you believe in reincarnation? i mean there aint even close to enough science backing or not backing it so i couldnt say, im neutral 30: Favorite movie? idk31: Do you get scared easily? id say more anxious then scared, like im a very jumpy and shaky person32: How many pets have you owned in your lifetime? idk like 20+ (chickens count)33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] yes34: What is a color that calms you? peachy colours and whites35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? i would love to hike somewhere someday tbh i think itd be rlly magical, and i love nature so much36: Where were you born? Melbourne37: What is your eye color? blue grey38: Introvert or extrovert? introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? to an extent40: Hugs or kisses? both at the same time41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? honestly kinda wanna see my nan rn for some reason42: Who is someone you love deeply? definitely my mum, she is the most important person to me43: Any piercings you want? i want a nose piercing, maybe a small decorative ring44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? yess i love them, i rlly want a tattoo someday45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? no i dont want to46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! i don`t have one47: What is a sound you really hate? i cannot stand the sound of animals licking themselves48: A sound you really love? wind chimes49: Can you do a backflip? i could if i wanted to50: Can you do the splits? no51: Favorite actor and/or actress? ashley johnston52: Favorite movie? this was already asked lmao53: How are you feeling right now? pretty chill but also kinda sad for no actual reason54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? im feelin a burgundy colour tbh55: When did you feel happiest? nothing specific rlly56: Something that calms you down? music57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] i have ADD also p bad anxiety58: What does your URL mean? mango boba yum59: What three words describe you the most? anti-social goblin witch 60: Do you believe in evolution? i do biology so yes61: What makes you unfollow a blog? they post stuff i dont care abt or triggering content62: What makes you follow a blog? pretty picture63: Favorite kind of person: someone who makes me feel special/loved64: Favorite animal(s): cats, bees, lizards, crows65: Name three of your favorite blogs. idfk tbh66: Favorite emoticon: im not on mobile but the sparkling heart one67: Favorite meme: i dont have a favourite68: What is your MBTI personality type? Infp/intp69: What is your star sign? taurus70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? no they cannot71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? pyjamas72: Post a selfie or two? icbb73: Do you have platform shoes? yes74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? i have a double jointed shoulder on one arm75: Can you do a front flip? yes76: Do you like birds? yes chirp 77: Do you like to swim? no lol it sucks i cant breath well when i swim and it freaks me out78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? ice skating, i love it, would take up lessons if they were available79: Something you wish didn’t exist: flies80: Some thing you wish did exist: giant domestic cats81: Piercings you have? just simple ear piercings82: Something you really enjoy doing: doing creative things w friends83: Favorite person to talk to: u already know its the council 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? funny mem85: How many followers do you have? 168 (i had 470 on my old blog)86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? ye but not always87: Do your socks always match? yes88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? yeah89: What are your birthstones? idk90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? surprising but id be a fox not a cat91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? lavenders baby92: A store you hate? bendigo iga, its shit93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 1 otherwise my hands shake94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? neither tbh95: Do you like to wear camo? ii guess if it looks good96: Winter or summer? summer97: How long can you hold your breath for? a pretty long time actually, once held my breath for 3 minutes underwater98: Least favorite person? my dad99: Someone you look up to: no one100: A store you love? i dont like kpop anymore, but the owners of happytown were always so nice to me so i rlly like that store because of that101: Favorite type of shoes converse102: Where do you live? austrlia103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? im vegetarian, but i eat mostly vegan food, i rlly like animals and dont like the idea of eating them, also eating too many animal products can be unhealthy 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? opal105: Do you drink milk? ye but not on its own106: Do you like bugs? yes, silly creetures107: Do you like spiders? im scared of them108: Something you get paranoid about? i dont rlly get paranoid much, but i sometimes get rlly paranoid something be watching me109: Can you draw: ye, reblog my art pls @yumeuwu110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? i cant remember lmao111: A question you hate being asked? i cant think of anything112: Ever been bitten by a spider? nope113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? yeah its pretty nice114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? both i guess,  tho respectfully to their matching seasons115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: id cuddle my future gf rn :`)116: Favorite cloud type: .. w… poofy cloud117: What color do you wish the sky was? yellow would be pretty, but not piss yellow cause that`d be weird118: Do you have freckles? yea faint ones119: Favorite thing about a person: their lips, lips pretty120: Fruits or vegetables? veggies121: Something you want to do right now: sit on a warm hill in silence122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? sky123: Sweet or sour foods? im more of a savoury person124: Bright or dim lights? dim, sexy125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? i mean it aint impossible126: Something you hate about Tumblr: pointless discourse127: Something you love about Tumblr: nice people128: What do you think about the least? idfk129: What would you want written on your tombstone? oh my fuckin god she fuckin dead130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? no one, but im always ready to punch something131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? im very very selfless, which is nice but also makes me rlly sad sometimes132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? nah133: Computer or TV? computer134: Do you like roller coasters? hell yeah, they fun135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? i get motion sickness136: Are your ears lobed or attached? lobed137: Do you believe in karma? i guess138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? probably a 7, like im p cute139: What nicknames do you have/have had? uhhh anepeace (die mr flanagan that nickname is so ugly)140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? no, not that desperate yet (no offence to those who do have them im sure ur lovely)141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? yeah i see a psychologist monthly and also psychiatrist 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? id like to say good143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? recieving144: What makes you angry? assholes145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? girls ;3147: Are you androgynous? nah148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: i have nice shoulders149: Favorite thing about your personality: i try to be considerate of others 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. idk151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? honestly fine w this one152: Do you like BuzzFeed? some things153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] dont have one :((154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? nah155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? yea, prefer people playing w my hair tho156: What embarrasses you? anything that puts me at the centre of attention among strangers157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: loud noises158: Biggest lie you have ever told: i dont rlly tell lies so notin159: How many people are you following? i cbb to check160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 7000+161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 1162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? idfk163: Last time you cried and why: i cried cause i saw a floofy cat164: Do you have long or short hair? short hair165: Longest your hair has ever been: hip length166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? most religious views ive heard make no sense when compared to science so i dont rlly believe it167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? nah168: Do you like to wear makeup? sometimes169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no im weak170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? ye

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