okay so i'm listening to Something Entirely New from Steven Universe and i've realised some things. so i'm gonna talk about them instead of studying for my exams.
FIRST OFF, fusion is not always a metaphor for sex or intimacy but in the case of this song, it DEFINITELY is. like,
Oh, um
Well, I just can't stop thinking
So, um
Did you say I was different?
And you hadn't before?
Of course not
When would I have ever?
I'm so sorry
No, no, don't be
like!!! Ruby has been fused with other gems before but it's always been for purely practical reasons, so she can be stronger, and Sapphire has never fused with anyone. Now, they're fused with each other because Ruby was so scared that Sapphire would get poofed- not even shattered, just poofed. And in that moment of desperation they fused and it was beautiful and something they'd both never done before. They're both so confused, no one of two different gems had ever fused before, at least not that they knew of. And they're so awkward, they just met but now they're together. For Ruby, this experience was different from all her experiences with fusion before, it was special. It wasn't because she felt like she had to, it was because wanted to protect Sapphire. In Sapphire's case, she's just confused. She's never fused with anyone before, why would she? She's a sapphire. She's not supposed to fuse, she doesn't have to. They both just had gay sex for the first time and it's great.
SECONDLY, after that earlier quote,
I'm so sorry
No, no, don't be
And now you're here forever!
What about you?
What about me?
Well you're here too
We're here together
My bad, I'm having trouble indenting again but you see it. Ruby is so worried about Sapphire that she completely forgets about herself and Sapphire ALWAYS reminds her that she matters too. They both went into this prepared to get poofed. Sapphire had accepted her fate, Ruby had accepted that she probably would. But, they're both fine and they're both okay and Ruby is just still so worried about Sapphire. And later chronologically at the end of season one when they're reunited, Ruby immediately asks her if she's okay. Then Sapphire asks her a question she hears from no one else, "what about you?" And Ruby, in something that is absolutely heartbreaking to me, responds "who cares?" But Sapphire cares, she makes sure Ruby knows that she cares all the time. And they're both the first people to genuinely care about each other. Blue never cared about Sapphire, she just wanted to see the future, and no one cares about a measly Ruby. But they care about each other and it is amazing.
anyways i'll go back to my regularly scheduled shit posts when i'm done crying about this, thanks for coming
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Someone Entirely New (SU Parody Lyrics)
(Inspired by all the SU parodies in the early UT fandom. Please note that this is not intended as shipping. Rebecca Sugar wrote the original song "Something Entirely New" for her show "Steven Universe," so go check that out. Thank you ^^)
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FRISK: Where did I go?
CHARA: What did I do?
BOTH: It feels like I’m somewhere entirely new.
C: And I don’t feel like me.
F: Tell me please, who are you?
BOTH: I think that you’re someone entirely new.
C: Oh, um, well I just can't stop thinking.
F: So, um, did you say I was different?
C: And you haven’t before?
F: Of course not!
Why would I have ever?
C: …I'm so sorry.
F: No, no, don't be.
C: And now you're here forever!
F: What about you?
C: …What about me?
F: Well, you're here too.
We're here together.
Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm
BOTH: Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Hm-mm-mm-mm
Hm
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since today is punctuation day, i figured i'd talk with you about my favorite punctuation that is sadly not in unicode
(my apologies if these crop weird)
these six marks were invented by french writer hervé bazin in his essay plumons l'oiseau (or 'let's pluck the bird')
while the essay also had aim to switch the french language to a more phonetic writing system, it also gave us six new punctuation marks!
from left to right and top to bottom these are, the acclamation point, the authority mark, the conviction point, the doubt point, the irony mark, and the love point. so let's go over what these all were supposed to convey! (or at least what i expect they were supposed to)
the acclamation point was meant for praise, goodwill, and enthusiasm (ie "Well done [acclamation point]")
the authority mark was meant to be used in situations where the exclamation was serious and involved a degree of command or urgency (ie "Get in my office right now [authority mark]") i think this— along with the love point and irony mark— shows how a lot of these punctuation marks were a bit like early examples of tone tags, i'll get into it more later
the certitude point was used to show sureness in a fact. (ie "It's absolutely positively true [certitude point]") i think this might be the most useless of the bunch but whatever. i digress.
the doubt point is kind of the opposite of the certitude point, used when you aren't sure of something (ie "It should be done tomorrow [doubt point]") also it should be noted that the example used above is not the only way you'll see the doubt point, some also have it looking like this
the idea of irony marks has been widely suggested, for example the poet/art critic/song writer (i think, this guy's only wiki page is in french and i am guessing a bit on the word 'chansonnier') alcanter de brahm suggested an irony mark that resembled a backwards question mark (not to be confused with the percontation point which indicated a rhetorical question) and belgian inventor (among other things) marcellin jobard suggested a point that looked like an upwards arrow (this △ on top of this |, i can't paste it)
^ de brahm's mark
all that to say, bazin's mark was based off of the greek letter psi (Ψ) which some of you may recognize if you are familiar with the greek language or comics that shall not be named. it's used in situations of irony (ie saying "Wow, that sure was brilliant [irony mark]" if someone did something stupid)
and our last point is the love point, known for being so adorable, and indicating love or affection after a sentence (ie "Thanks a lot bud [love point]")
now we can obviously see that some of these are very similar to tone tags! the love point could be like a /pos, the irony mark is kinda like a /sarc, the authority mark could be like a /srs . i just thought it was interesting i guess. i don't have a point (heh) here exactly except that i guess people might actually need these punctuation marks ? so unicode? give me the love point or give me death
anyways so that's some fun niche history for y'all! hope you enjoyed
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The sky is grey,
We hide in blue grass,
As the rain falls.
We scurry - field mice - through forbidden fields of wheat and graze our youth, and
We run
Run for our tiny lives as they bloom into themselves, feverish at the effort,
Joyous as they try.
We call out to each other from across the ocean of muted green,
Crouch down in the soil
And I smell it, the dirt and the
damp
It's yellow face
The sweet stink of life
Patchworked with little bugs.
That was the first secret the Earth ever told me.
I waited on baited breath that summer
For more.
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Two Phantoms
Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader
Summary: Simon sees a familiar face that doesn’t recognize him back. Kid!fic warning for those who do not enjoy them.
Warning: nothing explicit but vague descriptions of violence, sex, and PTSD.
Word count: 1.2k
Authors note: This is purely a word vomit i did last night at 2am while thinking about Simon not being recognized by certain members of the 141 since they dont know what he actually looks like (ignoring the MW2 canon where he shows his face to them all) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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There’s a struggle in the shift. Going from being Lieutenant of the 141 to being a civilian. From hunting down arms dealers through rain forests and balmy deserts while ignoring the pain in his body and ringing in his ears at the gunfire around him to stepping off of a plane at the Manchester airport and hailing a taxi. To go from a masked monster to a man who hails a taxi in the pouring rain and ignores the driver’s attempt at conversation, shoulders curling in so he can fit his bulk into the backseat with his bag on his lap.
Going from Ghost to what remains of Simon Riley.
There’s no reason to wear a mask in public anymore. Nobody knows him. The spot he’s picked an apartment in is empty of those who remember little Simon and his brother Tommy, nor the tragedy that befell the family. They only know the man who doesn’t speak and only stays in his own apartment every few months but offers his neighbors a terse nod each time he catches their gaze in the hall.
If anything a mask would draw more attention to him in public. Nobody bats an eye at the tall man with dark eyes in the fruit aisle of the supermarket.
Which is why when you see your Lieutenant in public you walk right by him without a second glance in his direction while he remains frozen in place. He isn’t sure why it's shocking to him. You get leave just the same as him. You have a home to return to, a life outside of the blood and shit of the missions where you take his orders with ease, where you leave your fatigues to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a hoodie with a bleach stain on the back.
Simon hasn’t seen it before. He knows it exists. That you exist outside of the 141, outside of him. A place where you don’t follow his command in the heat of gunfire and slip into his cot the night after when neither of you can sleep to find solace in each others arms and the marks he leaves on you.
But now he’s witnessed it with his own two eyes. In the form of two boxes of pancake mix in your shopping trolley and the sleeping baby in your arms as you try to decide between orange juice brands.
“Quality is going to shit everywhere, isn’t it bubs?”
Simon is staring. He knows it but can’t look away.
It’s a duality he knows everybody has. He’s aware that Johnny goes home to Glasgow to visit his brother and gaggle of nieces and nephews that no doubt shriek with joy and hang of his arms every time he visits, asking a myriad of questions that the man answers with patience and kindness one only reserves for children. He knows that Gaz goes home to a small apartment and a girl two semesters away from getting her masters in psychology that Simon doesn’t know the name of but can tell from the way he tries to hide his smile that she’s important to him. Price goes back to an office where he goes over reports and budget plans in a chair that makes his back ache and knees pop every time he stands from it before driving to a house that was once filled with the raucous that can only be made by 15 year old boys that have since graduated college and only call him when its Christmas or his birthday.
It’s different to see. To set his eyes on the little curls on your child's head (is it your child? Maybe you're babysitting, a godchild perhaps? Nephew? He knows you aren’t married. There’s an absence of a wedding band nor the tan line that would come from the removal of one in all the years he’s known you.) and to witness the same hand he’s seen sink KA-Bar into the chest of an enemy move up and down, up and down on the little ones back while their fingers curled and uncurled into the fabric of your hoodie like a cat kneading a pillow.
Logic knocks in the back of his head when he realizes time has passed since he first saw you. And that if you didn’t recognize him then you definitely won’t recognize him when you turn around and realize he’s been staring at you and your baby without moving for a solid seven minutes in the middle of the juice aisle.
Just as his foot shifts to turn and pull him away from this peek into your life that he didn't know existed, the little one in your arm stirs. A soft whine curls in the back of their throat as their chubby face scrunches up and eyes crack open to latch onto the man watching them back.
You still haven’t noticed him. You're far too busy swaying from side to side to keep the baby in your arms calm and checking a carton of eggs for cracks to see the man behind you that is now locked into what feels like a staring contest with an infant.
“It’s alright Sam.” Your voice, even when talking to a baby, has a dry clip to it that he knows so well. The same curl in ‘sir’ when he’s pissed you off and the rasp of your laugh at a dingey bar under Soap’s arm. “I’m almost done, okay? Then we can go back home and take a nice long nap.”
Sam babbles behind his pacifier and wiggles in your arms.
“Yeah, you and me both, little man.”
Brown eyes stare into his own from over your shoulder without shame or abandon.
He looks like you.
But even without your fatigues and your weapon, you’re still a soldier. They all are.
You feel it, his eyes on you like a soft tug in the back of your head. Your sister calls it paranoia, her husband says PTSD.
You aren’t sure which is better. But when you turn around you see a man standing behind you, an empty basket in his hand and sad eyes sinking into your form.
Sam whines.
You can feel the thread of recognition between your fingertips as you look at him if only for a moment, a split second of staring into his eyes and grasping for some memory from high school or perhaps a date years passed that never turned into a second because you were overseas, just barely able to feel the fraying strings in your hand before its gone.
“Sorry-”
Your sister says you get stuck in your own head too much anyways.
“-Didn’t mean to block the aisle.”
He should say something. Some small reassurance that it’s no problem or he didn’t mind waiting, but he just nods his head once and watches as the woman he’s been through hell with walks away from him without a flicker of realization of who you're talking to.
Sam watches him over your shoulder and raises one little hand out toward him, before wiggling it back and forth in goodbye.
Simon waves back as you turn into the cleaning aisle and vanish from his line of sight.
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