#that the most pessimistic prediction. somehow was right?

[h7jfangirl]

TGS UPTADE (Chapter Cover) ✨🎩

I love this one, I think it's my favorite cover until this point.

Jekyll has his old outfit I LOVE THE REFERENCES

Guys, ITS THE OLD DESING GUYS.

When I saw this cover, my first thoughs of it weren't the most pessimist, really

The colors are soft and lighter, and the place looks beautiful and peacful, it gave me nostalgic vibes but I mostly felt... Comfort

So I though this chapter would be the star of the final redemption arc of Jekyll's and Hyde's relationship, the chapter where all their fight would finally end for good and start to actually accept themselfs and work together as a team

I interpret Hyde's expression as a "Wait what!?" Reaction to actual self-love coming from Jekyll, and read the name of this chapter as something of "We are a team! We are together in this! So if one of us goes down, we are going down together! I would never ever leave you alone!" Like a thing of friendship or Brotherhood even.

But after reading the Comment Section in the page, I finally notice that something was off in the cover, a simple detail telling that this may not be a 'end of the conflict' type of chapter

And that simple detail...

It's Jekyll

I really hope he goes insane in this chapter, like ACTUAL insanity, I love when a calm character goes through a 'madness arc' and sadly I don't see it often so I WANNA SEE SOME GOOD SHIT.

Jekyll is grabing Hyde's clothes very strongerly, you can feel the anger on his grabing and how close he puts his face towards Hyde's.

His body says "I'm about to kick this asshole's ass"

But the thing is that he is also... Smiling. You can't see his eyes but there is a shadow on them that you can tell something it's not okay, something it's wrong with Henry but not in the "Poor victim" type that we always had see him before, on the whole comic

But in "This man is dangerous" type

So, with that grin and his body looking agressive towards Hyde, you can said Edward may be in danger in this chapter.

Predictions~

Now, everybody agrees that the place we were shown it's actually part of Jekyll's mind, a memory actually. So, I think that somehow Jekyll and Edward will both go inside their memories, to see what were the events that lead them to this specific moment

Maybe with Frankestein's help, in a intent of her to understand the experiment's true nature, also trying to help Jekyll and Hyde to they can finally understand it too (THEY ARE TAKING A THERAPY SESSION TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL)

Or

They go both inside their own memories because the transformation got worse, and now their body is unconsious, so it would be only Jekyll and Hyde alone inside their mind, finally being able to stand in the same room at the same time, and netheir of them knowing what will happend outside, now that Frankestein knows their secret and the mob it's still out there

So of course, Henry wouldnt have someone who could help him and calm himself, so he is blaming Hyde for the situation as Hyde avoiding the accusations and also blaming Henry too. The rest of the chapter would be about them looking at their memories and reflecting about their actions

But of course, I can imagine two final scenarios happening, based on the scenario shown on the cover actually happening. They finally go together to see a old memory, and they are both close to the cliff, seeing the place

So, Henry finally has the conclusion of blaming Hyde for all the situation, and snaps angst him, deciding to end this just right there, now that he is able to touch and feel Edward's skin as if he had his own body, as a another person he can fully touch

So there is two options:

Jekyll's grabs Hyde's clothes and makes both of them jump to the water, accepting the death as a end but making sure to drag Hyde with him as well, so it feels actually worth it. Of course this being a moment similar to Hyde's ephifany when he is told that he could take down Jekyll as well.

But of course, in this case we'll see Jekyll's perspective to this words "Taking you down with me" (I love how similar they are, even if they turned out to be so different from each other, somehow they are still the same person)

Or, there is this other option. Jekyll actually dosen't jump to the cliff but instead, he shove Hyde to the cliff in a intent of murder him, being mostly like a metaphoric suicide rather than a direct one (Because they are the same person after all). The reason why Jekyll is also jumping in the cover may be a symbolic jump as "Going insane/Jumping the cliff of sanity" for doing something so brutal that the normal and sane Dr Jekyll wouldnt do... Push a person on a cliff, to kill them. So not only this would be a intent to kill Hyde but at the same time accidently murder the person he used to be, the good Dr Henry Jekyll

(Jekyll also jumping can be more like of "how he feels" rather than something literal, he feels atrap and his only company is Hyde, and I dare to say he is the person Jekyll hates the most at this point).

Of course, in any scenario, nethier of them would actually die (yet) because there is like two chapters left to finish this comic, duh

But I like to think about the Second Option. Because it could also explain those spoiler images Sage share in their social media a while ago

There it was another one with Jekyll with a lot of bottles around but I couldn't find it.

Because I think it would fit in. After pushing Hyde on the cliff Jekyll goes out and takes back the body's control and fix the angry mob problem, thinking he has done right in killing Hyde, when actually you can see that he dosen't has his normal eyes anymore but now has Hyde's bags in him (Of course, it could be for the fact that he climp up the society to get in the roof, but I don't think he would like to being seen very tired) meaning that Jekyll has change, in a more hyde-like way. Hyde is not death, and Jekyll's actions will have more consequences, as long they keep fighting each other there will be no end to their problems.

So, this is the tgs UPTADE. I like everyone in the fandom started to make theories like crazy and I love every single one of them.

Sorry for my bad english hehe bye~

#he used to #the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs #tgs update #tgs hyde #sorry for my bad english #henry jekyll #tgs laynon #I want insane Jekyll so baaaad #and not something like oh it's Hyde directly controling his body #no I want Jekyll just Jekyll damnit #I think it would be cool if in this point we start to see how Jekyll and Hyde would slowly swap their roles #not only in their personalitys but fisically #as Hyde realising the depth of his actions he starts to look more like Jekyll (Like before Henry made the formula) and #as Jekyll starts to losing it he eventually looks more like Hyde #so basically #they slowly turn into the other #but of course they keep their original colors #so the finally showdown would be them facing their worst and best treats and finally accept every aspect of themselfs #of course I imagine Hyde acting more sweet and soft as a Jekyll #and Jekyll being actually more sinester and elegant as a Hyde #like they are still themselfs somehow but now with the other aspects of their personalitys #the good and the bad ones duh #they both have flaws so yeah I think that can work

[f1]

Hamilton would have raced for the win in Spain without Magnussen contact says Wolff

Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff admitted that his team’s performance in Barcelona was better than he could have predicted, as he praised the performances of his drivers George Russell and Lewis Hamilton – after they finished in P3 and P5 respectively – declaring “we have two unbelievable drivers” Mercedes entered the race in Barcelona with renewed optimism after bringing a set of upgrades that they hoped would solve their issues and bring them closer to Ferrari and Red Bull at the top. Russell and Hamilton started the race in P4 and P6 respectively, and while Russell moved into third at the start, Hamilton suffered a front-left puncture that sent him to P19 after a collision with Kevin Magnussen. READ MORE: Hamilton left ruing first-lap contact with Magnussen after ‘amazing’ recovery to P5 in Spain Hamilton, however, managed to make it back through the field and was at one stage in P4, until a water leak meant he had no defence against the attack of Carlos Sainz in fifth. And Wolff believes Hamilton’s pace was so good, had he not collided with Magnussen, he could have been standing on the top step of the podium for what would have been a record-breaking sixth consecutive time in Spain. “I’m happy that we didn’t retire Lewis, as that was the most valuable race for us to compare the two cars, to compare set-ups, and tyres,” said Wolff. “It’s always the call when you’ve basically lost the race to decide: what’s the benefit of continuing? “But as a driver’s perspective you’re like, ‘That can’t be possible, I’m 50 seconds behind the leaders.’ But it’s still valuable mileage, we are never giving up anyway. At the end, his [Hamilton’s] race pace was stunning. He would have raced for the win.” 2022 Spanish Grand Prix: Hamilton overtakes Sainz for P4 Wolff also praised the defensive skills of Russell. The former Mercedes junior driver proved a tough opponent for Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez to overtake for parts of the race, and although he could not keep them behind in the end, he managed to get his second podium finish of the season. “His defence was unbelievable, how he positioned the car, defending and then [holding him up] around the apex of Turn 2 so he couldn’t make the inside for Turn 4,” added Wolff. “He’s always in the right spot on the track with a car that at that stage was more than half a second slower. So, I’m really happy to see him racing like this. We have two unbelievable drivers. It’s the right guys to sort our car and go back to the front.” TECH TUESDAY: Have Mercedes finally cracked their porpoising issue with Barcelona upgrade package? 2022 Spanish Grand Prix: Verstappen and Russell battle for P2 Overall, Wolff was happy with his team’s performance, as he believes they have closed the gap to their rivals. However, he is confident that there is more pace in the W13 that can be unlocked. “I think on the first stint, we need to look at how we managed the tyre… it looked like, okay, we have no chance to actually follow the pace,” said Wolff. “Without DRS, Max was able to overtake with the new tyre. READ MORE: Horner wary of renewed Mercedes pace, as he reveals plan to discuss team orders 'openly' with Perez “But then somehow the car flipped in terms of performance, we saw Lewis storming to the front with the same age tyres and we thought, okay, there’s something to learn here. Suddenly we unlocked the potential by tweaking some things. “It’s better than expected [Mercedes’ performance] because I’m always so pessimistic about things,” admitted Wolff. “We’ve played clear from the midfield, at least in Barcelona, and caught up by half a second to the frontrunners. We were a second off and now it’s half a second and there’s more to come, more understanding now which we can unlock in the car, I’m sure about that.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Hamilton ‘would have raced for the win’ in Spain without Magnussen contact #says Wolff #Formula 1

[dearly]

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#u kno what's wild? #that sonja was telling me years ago that there's no way louis would get to tour #there would be a cancellation a la LM or *something*\ #i'm sure you can imagine how overjoyed we were when a tour was finally forthcoming #and of course this situation is completely out of the realm of anything that was considered #(a black swan if you will #which is also something we discussed and that i said would never be for the better lol( #anyway yeah this is a wild historic time #but isn't amazing. #that the most pessimistic prediction. somehow was right? #i dunno man #this thing is hitting me hard mentally #if my haters are still checking on me i'm sure this is an invite to drag but also #who cares #you won't be able to make me feel worse than i already do i promise!

[scourgewins]

Getting Along (Part 3)

(Finished at last! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I tried to pack in as much humor, action, and suspense as I could!)

(Warnings: slight injury, fear, fighting, death mention)

Well, they didn’t die immediately, so Sammy counted that as a small win.

The inky sewage water sloshed about the musician’s lower legs. He tried not to focus on that, but it was a bit hard not to. He also tried not to think about the fact that he was inhaling toxic fumes; even while wearing the spare nose pin Jack had lent him, he could almost taste it on his tongue. How did Jack work like this? He glanced at the lyricist trudging along beside him. He seemed unbothered, though that was probably because he was geared up with both a nose pin and high, rubber boots, while Sammy was forced to slog through the muck in regular, non-water resistant shoes.

Sammy didn’t realize he’d been glaring until Jack glared back.

“What?” the lyricist said testily.

“You sure you didn’t have any extra boots?” Sammy asked for the third time.

“Positive,” Jack replied through gritted teeth.

Sammy relented and grew spitefully silent. His hand reflexively clenched and unclenched the wrench he’d grabbed before they embarked on this rescue mission. He wasn’t sure what good it would do against a massive ink monster, but it was better than going in empty-handed.

Or maybe worse, he mused, Gives you a false sense of hope.

He shook his head. No use getting pessimistic. Susie needed rescuing and that was all he needed to worry about, though the fact that this would very likely go horribly wrong and all three of them would most certainly be eaten was an irritatingly persistent thought.

Jack spoke, as if hearing Sammy’s thoughts, “We will save her, you know, despite the odds.”

“Because we have to?” Sammy asked.

“Yeah,” Jack replied, “Because we have to.”

Sammy glanced at the lyricist, who flinched at his own shadow cast by the candle in his quivering hand. He was no fighter, but neither was Sammy. Come to think of it, they really should have asked for more backup. It wasn’t like there’d be any forthcoming, though, at least not of the useful variety. The only employees that might stand a chance against the ink monster were Thomas, Lacie, and Henry, and even they might fail. Besides, Susie needed help now and hunting those three down would take up precious time they didn’t have.

So it was up to them: a lyricist spooked by his own shadow and a musician with bird-like limbs. Yeah, they were definitely going to die.

And of all the people to die beside, it had to be Jack Fain.

“What’s the plan anyway?” Sammy snapped, “Or were you just going to go in swinging and hope that would be enough?”

Jack glared at him, “Do you have a better idea?”

No. “Of course.”

“Then by all means, let’s hear it.”

Sammy realized he’d backed himself into a corner. He cleared his throat, “Well...maybe one of us could be a distraction.” Yeah, that made sense.

“Distraction?” Jack echoed dubiously.

Sammy nodded emphatically, “One of us makes lots of noise to draw the attention of the ink thing, while the other gets Susie.”

As plans went, it was a sorry excuse for one, but tactics weren’t exactly in his job description.

“So…” Jack began, “Which of us do you intend to sacrifice?”

Oh, right. “Um…”

“Because it would make sense to put forth the largest target,” Jack glanced pointedly up and down Sammy’s lanky frame, “Don’t you think?”

Sammy regretted everything, “Well...it was just a suggestion. We don’t have to go with that plan.”

“No, no, I am quite intrigued,” If he didn’t need him to rescue Susie, Sammy would have wiped that smug look off his stupid mustached face.

Not one to take things lying down all the same, Sammy opened his mouth to respond, when a quiet gurgling stopped the breath in his lungs. Slowly, he glanced up ahead. Something was moving. Squinting, he corrected that thought. Some things were moving, almost like waves in a tumultuous sea.

Both he and Jack froze in their tracks. For all their talk of rescue, their resolve was starting to wane. Okay, maybe we should have gone for backup. Susie can last a little longer, right?

As the creatures drew nearer, the musician and the lyricist could see them for what they were. Ink creatures, small but making up for their size with sheer numbers. Sammy counted twenty at least, all of them bearing down on the two hapless employees. 

Jack screamed, his grip on the candle slackening until it tipped from his hand. Sammy just barely managed to push it back into his grasp before their light was extinguished. As he did so, one of the creatures lunged. Sammy leaped to dodge its groping hand. Summoning his courage, he brought his wrench down on its slippery head. When that gave it pause, the musician struck again and again, not letting up until the creature sank back into the ink.

“I did it!” Sammy cried, before he was promptly seized by a multitude of cold, inhuman hands.

Sammy’s vocal range was actually quite high, but the noise that escaped him somehow reached new levels.

“Jack!” he screeched. He couldn’t see the lyricist. Sammy was struck with the horrible thought that Jack had abandoned him here, maybe done as Sammy himself had suggested and gone on to find Susie while there was a distraction. Or, more likely, he’d turned tail and fled.

Sammy had predicted that this rescue would be the death of him, though that didn’t mean he welcomed it. He thrashed, his feet and fists striking out at anything they could connect with. He hissed as his fist glanced off the wall, feeling the skin of his knuckles break open. And still he kept struggling. There wasn’t much choice.

Just as he felt his strength ebbing, his foot jabbed into something unexpected. It was soft but solid and gave a faint “Oof!” as it stumbled back.

Sammy had never been more relieved to hear that voice.

“Jack!”

“Sammy!”

A flicker of glorious light marked where Jack stood. Sammy could barely make him out as the lyricist plunged forward. The rescue was made a little less heroic due to Jack’s squeals whenever an ink monster reached for him, but as Sammy felt a warm, thoroughly human hand grab his wrist, he couldn’t care less.

“Run!” Jack cried. Sammy didn’t need to be told twice. The two booked it back the way they came. Neither paused to check whether they were being followed. Only one thing mattered to them right now: escape.

Soon, another light grew closer. Sammy recognized Jack’s little haven in the wall where he worked. Sprinting past it, they leaped out of the sewers and made a dash for the stairs that led into the infirmary and out of the sewers.

Sammy’s relief only lasted a moment. Jack and him slewed to a halt, staring in horror.

The stairs were completely blocked. Stacks of wooden beams and heavy pipes dripping with ink had all been piled high in front. It would take ages to free themselves

“How did…” Jack paused for breath, “How did they do this?”

Sammy had no response. There was none. Ink monsters, in theory, shouldn’t have been capable of trapping them like this. Sammy’s knowledge on the subject may have been limited, but he’d have thought that much was true. He was wrong.

“What are we going to do?” Jack shrieked, “We’re trapped! We can’t get help! Susie’s still lost somewhere in there! We...We’re going to die down here!”

Sammy still didn’t know how to reply, but he was saved the attempt as he heard the gurgling noises approach.

“Quick!” He shoved Jack into a small corner directly across from the stairs. It was a poor hiding place, but so long as the ink creatures didn’t think to check over here, they’d be safe.

He heard them grow closer. Jack’s breathing had grown erratic, so Sammy clapped a hand over his mouth. Ordinarily, Jack would have shoved him away, but the lyricist just remained stone still, eyes wide and terrified. Sammy imagined he wore much the same expression.

After what seemed like hours, the gurgling began to grow fainter, until it faded altogether as the ink creatures splashed back into the sewer. Sammy didn’t move for some long moments after. Jack’s shaking fingers pulled at the hand over his mouth and Sammy at last snatched his hand away. For a while, all either of them could manage were shivering breaths.

Swallowing thickly, Jack spoke at least, “What are we going to do?” He repeated his question of before.

And again, Sammy had no answer.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Sammy Lawrence #Jack Fain #Writing Entity #I love writing these two. #So chaotic.

[rouxipanda]

OC Interview: My Commander (aka Rouxi)

yes my commander is technically me. So yeah i got tagged! and mhh well im gonna do it ! Im gonna make this happen after the event of Icebrood saga cuz yeah (1334AE). My commander is a very complete character hahahah ! and sad too but shhhhhh. Enjoy !

OC Interview: My Commander

INTRODUCTION:

1) Can you introduce yourself ?

The commander nervously play with their fingers as their desert fox lay down next to them. “I am Rouxi hum, i am an asura aaaand most people know me as The Commander..”

2) What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

Rouxi ears perk up as you ask this question, it seemly make them more comfortable. “Oh! i identify as Non-binary, i go by he/him or they/them ! hum and im pan-romantic. Single.”

3) Where and when were you born?

Rouxi look at the branded griffon in the distance, seemly lost. “I know im around 26 years old... I... don’t know where i was born.”

4) What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

“Oh well, i like to fight with my scythe, so when i fight i switch between using it as an actual scythe, or as just a staff.... I-I’m a druid heh”. Rouxi then started petting their desert fox.

5) Lastly, are you happy? 

Rouxi’s face frowned, looking down. “I.... i don’t know... But... Let’s say i used to be at a lower point” He said smiling kindly.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS:

1) What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

Rouxi looks at you confused. “My biological familly or my adoptive one ?... h-huh nevermind! They.... were the best, Papa was very funny and strong a-and Dad was... more strict, but very kind and smart heh....” Their face becomes more sad. “ They... gave their life to protect me when i was around 10...” A small tear could be seen in their eyes, but they took a deep breath before smiling kindly again.

2) Have you ever ran away from home? 

Rouxi shrugs. “Never ran away as far as i remember... Maybe run away from school, buut th-that’s something else heh”

3) Would you consider marriage or having children? 

Rouxi blush quite a bit, now also nervous “ I-I don’t think any are f-for me!!”

4) Do you secretly hate one of your friends? 

Rouxi seemed to think for a bit. “No... i don’t think i ever hated any of my friends. Does myself count as a friend ? because that might change the answer” they said laughing nervously.

5) Which friend knows everything about you? 

They made a sad smile before answering “Blish somehow knew me better than anyone... But Gorrik knows me the better. We are not so different after all”

ASKED BY FANS: 

1) Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Rouxi smiled before chuckling a bit. “Heh, i know im stupid for an asura but im not that stupid haha!”

2) The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

They look at you confused. “...What does.. eeriest means ? h-hem.... let’s say prediction in general ? ... Yeah none ever really came true anyway...”

3) What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize? 

They looked to the side embarrassed. “ First, that i wasn’t the only weird asura... Second...” They smiled “That there is nothing wrong with that, and i shouldn’t be ashamed of it”

4) Do you have mental health or physical issues?

Rouxi now looked preoccupied, playing with their fingers again. “ I... I made mistakes in the past... But with everything that happened.. yeah definitely have a few mental health problem from time to time.... i guess...” To distract themself, Rouxi started to pet their jacaranda, who was now sitting next to Them.

5) What is your current main goal?

Rouxi thought for a bit while smiling. “I think i’d say...rest and have fun with my friends. Because i know something is gonna happen, and i’ll need to feel ready when that time will come”

CHOICES:

1) Drink or food? 

Rouxi smile in confusion. “..... B-both ???”

2) Cats or dogs?

They look at their pets before looking at you with a big smile. “ All !!”

3) Early bird or night owl?

Rouxi stare in the distance before answering. “ I... tend to have a lots of nightmares... so i’d say night owl ???”

4) Optimist or pessimist? 

They shrug while looking away. “ Y-yeah depends...Kinda both... maybe a bit more pessimist i’d say.”

5) Sassy or sarcastic?

Rouxi looks down VERY confused before taking out their comms “Gorrik ? Am I sassy or sarcastic???” There is a small silence before Gorrik answer. “ You are... sometimes both... and sometimes you fail being any of them. Does that answer your question ?” “ N-no ???” You decide to move on to the next question before The Commander’s brain melt in confusion.

HAVE YOU EVER:

1) Been caught sneaking out

Rouxi shrugged “can’t be caught for something you never did”

2) Broke a bone

They laugh before smiling at you “ I am the commander! Of course i broke a bunch of bones with the trouble im getting into !... I mean, I even died once hah”

3) Received flowers 

“ Yeah ! From my friends of course, and it makes me very happy! heh” Rouxi then grew a few flower around themself happily.

4) Ghosted someone 

They look on the side nervously. “ Probably m-more than i realize... I-i swear i don’t do it on purpose!!”

5) Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get 

Rouxi smiles at you. “Bold of you to assume i get any jokes right away... aaaand bold of you to assume i don’t laugh after finally understanding it haha !”

TAGGING:

huhhhhhhhhh... YO @darkblitz3​ , Tratk... trakt... HUH ANYWAY, im a bit curious about him mhhh ?

#gw2 #gw2 oc #gw2 asura #gw2 gorrik #gw2 asura oc #gw2 commander #asura #asura oc #asura gorrik #guild wars 2 #guild wars 2 oc

[harumeau]

OC interview: Brienne Varyn

Tagged by @thevikingwoman! thanks :D

I started playing @idrellegames Wayfarer recently! This will be for my Wayfarer Brienne Varyn.

Who does the interview? Someone on Zenaida's ship after leaving Rona

this is the only sketch I have of her for now but I need to make new art soon :D

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

Brienne Varyn. I'm a Wayfarer, as you know already.

What is your gender identity, orientation, and relationship status?

If you must talk about me, use "she." I'm a woman. I'm attracted to many kinds of people but if you think I've had time for romance lately, well. I've been too busy trying not to die.

Where and when were you born?

I was born in Tol Covere about 30 years ago.

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

She points to her sword. Do you...not see this? She pulls it out. Do you need to see it closer?

The interviewer shrinks back. Brienne laughs and puts the sword away.

Relax. I won't stab you if you don't stab me. I like to talk my opponents down before I resort to stabbing. If they don't listen, I use their weight and momentum against them.

And finally, are you happy?

She sighs. I'm... relieved to be out of Rona with some coin to my name. I suppose I should appreciate the calm while I can.

Family and friends

What is your family like? What is your relationship like with them?

They have a passion for business and not much else. Father only saw people by the value they could give him. He always said I was out of place, underfoot or not doing enough for the family. The others may have pitied me but I wouldn't know. They never showed any care for me unless there was something in it for them.

I really don't enjoy thinking about this. Let's not talk about it anymore.

Have you ever run away from home?

Not for good, unless you count when my family sent me away. I'd leave the house to get away from the chaos, but I never left for more than a day.

Would you want to get married or have children?

Did you not hear when I said I'd been spending a lot of time trying not to die? I don't know what I want anymore.

Do you secretly hate any of your friends?

Who has the time for that? No. Why would I be friends with someone I hate? A strained-yet-civil business partnership is the most I could hope for.

What friend knows everything about you?

Aeran knows a great deal, but not everything.

Asked by fans

(Brienne looks confused. "I have fans?")

Can you read and write? Did you go to school?

My parents were too ashamed of me to allow me into a public place like a school every day. But they wanted me educated in case I proved useful. I had private teachers and tutors that taught me reading, writing, a few other languages, math and some science.

The scariest prediction you made that later came true?

I don't see the point in predicting. I just expect things to somehow go wrong and I'm usually right. It's lovely when I'm not, but that's rare.

What is something you embarrassingly realized too late?

She darts a glance around. I- I don't see why you want to know. It's not that embarrassing. I don't know if it's too late, anyway. I really don't. This is very specific and I don't like it.

Do you have mental or physical problems?

My lack of magic is an asset, not a problem. I believe it's why you tried so hard to get us on this ship.

What’s your main goal right now?

Getting this next job done. Oh and did I mention not dying?

Choices

Drink or eat?

I do both every day. Do you not? How do you live? I must know.

Cats or dogs?

If they're friendly I pet them. I don't care either way.

Optimist or pessimist?

It pays to be a little paranoid while looking on the bright side. It's a balance that I can rarely strike. Most days I expect the worst.

Sassy or sarcastic?

Why not both? Just wait till I'm tired enough. Or till whatever this is (she gestures to the interviewer) drags on too much longer.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Been caught sneaking out?

Yes. It helped me learn to do it better the next time.

Broken a bone?

I broke an ankle running into a dark storeroom as a child. I caught my foot on some kind of metal statue. The statue fell apart. It must've been magical. The owner was angry. I think the statue got what it deserved for tripping me.

Did you get flowers?

Only when I pick them for myself. It's been awhile since I've seen any worth picking.

Ghosting someone?

You think the ship is haunted? I don't think ghosts were part of our contract.

You pretended to laugh at a joke you did not get?

Yes, if I feel the need to appease the joke teller.

Tagging: anybody!

#not art #text post #wayfarer #wayfarer if #brienne varyn

[weil-weil-lautre]

By Jonathan Franzen September 8, 2019

“There is infinite hope,” Kafka tells us, “only not for us.” This is a fittingly mystical epigram from a writer whose characters strive for ostensibly reachable goals and, tragically or amusingly, never manage to get any closer to them. But it seems to me, in our rapidly darkening world, that the converse of Kafka’s quip is equally true: There is no hope, except for us.

I’m talking, of course, about climate change. The struggle to rein in global carbon emissions and keep the planet from melting down has the feel of Kafka’s fiction. The goal has been clear for thirty years, and despite earnest efforts we’ve made essentially no progress toward reaching it. Today, the scientific evidence verges on irrefutable. If you’re younger than sixty, you have a good chance of witnessing the radical destabilization of life on earth—massive crop failures, apocalyptic fires, imploding economies, epic flooding, hundreds of millions of refugees fleeing regions made uninhabitable by extreme heat or permanent drought. If you’re under thirty, you’re all but guaranteed to witness it.

If you care about the planet, and about the people and animals who live on it, there are two ways to think about this. You can keep on hoping that catastrophe is preventable, and feel ever more frustrated or enraged by the world’s inaction. Or you can accept that disaster is coming, and begin to rethink what it means to have hope.

Even at this late date, expressions of unrealistic hope continue to abound. Hardly a day seems to pass without my reading that it’s time to “roll up our sleeves” and “save the planet”; that the problem of climate change can be “solved” if we summon the collective will. Although this message was probably still true in 1988, when the science became fully clear, we’ve emitted as much atmospheric carbon in the past thirty years as we did in the previous two centuries of industrialization. The facts have changed, but somehow the message stays the same.

Psychologically, this denial makes sense. Despite the outrageous fact that I’ll soon be dead forever, I live in the present, not the future. Given a choice between an alarming abstraction (death) and the reassuring evidence of my senses (breakfast!), my mind prefers to focus on the latter. The planet, too, is still marvelously intact, still basically normal—seasons changing, another election year coming, new comedies on Netflix—and its impending collapse is even harder to wrap my mind around than death. Other kinds of apocalypse, whether religious or thermonuclear or asteroidal, at least have the binary neatness of dying: one moment the world is there, the next moment it’s gone forever. Climate apocalypse, by contrast, is messy. It will take the form of increasingly severe crises compounding chaotically until civilization begins to fray. Things will get very bad, but maybe not too soon, and maybe not for everyone. Maybe not for me.

Some of the denial, however, is more willful. The evil of the Republican Party’s position on climate science is well known, but denial is entrenched in progressive politics, too, or at least in its rhetoric. The Green New Deal, the blueprint for some of the most substantial proposals put forth on the issue, is still framed as our last chance to avert catastrophe and save the planet, by way of gargantuan renewable-energy projects. Many of the groups that support those proposals deploy the language of “stopping” climate change, or imply that there’s still time to prevent it. Unlike the political right, the left prides itself on listening to climate scientists, who do indeed allow that catastrophe is theoretically avertable. But not everyone seems to be listening carefully. The stress falls on the word theoretically.

Our atmosphere and oceans can absorb only so much heat before climate change, intensified by various feedback loops, spins completely out of control. Some scientists and policymakers fear that we’re in danger of passing this point of no return if the global mean temperature rises by more than two degrees Celsius (maybe more, but also maybe less). The I.P.C.C.—the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change—tells us that, to limit the rise to less than two degrees, we not only need to reverse the trend of the past three decades. We need to approach zero net emissions, globally, in the next three decades.

This is, to say the least, a tall order. It also assumes that you trust the I.P.C.C.’s calculations. New research, described last month in Scientific American, demonstrates that climate scientists, far from exaggerating the threat of climate change, have underestimated its pace and severity. To project the rise in the global mean temperature, scientists rely on complicated atmospheric modelling. They take a host of variables and run them through supercomputers to generate, say, ten thousand different simulations for the coming century, in order to make a “best” prediction of the rise in temperature. When a scientist predicts a rise of two degrees Celsius, she’s merely naming a number about which she’s very confident: the rise will be at least two degrees. The rise might, in fact, be far higher.

As a non-scientist, I do my own kind of modelling. I run various future scenarios through my brain, apply the constraints of human psychology and political reality, take note of the relentless rise in global energy consumption (thus far, the carbon savings provided by renewable energy have been more than offset by consumer demand), and count the scenarios in which collective action averts catastrophe. The scenarios, which I draw from the prescriptions of policymakers and activists, share certain necessary conditions.

The first condition is that every one of the world’s major polluting countries institute draconian conservation measures, shut down much of its energy and transportation infrastructure, and completely retool its economy. According to a recent paper in Nature, the carbon emissions from existing global infrastructure, if operated through its normal lifetime, will exceed our entire emissions “allowance”—the further gigatons of carbon that can be released without crossing the threshold of catastrophe. (This estimate does not include the thousands of new energy and transportation projects already planned or under construction.) To stay within that allowance, a top-down intervention needs to happen not only in every country but throughout every country. Making New York City a green utopia will not avail if Texans keep pumping oil and driving pickup trucks.

The actions taken by these countries must also be the right ones. Vast sums of government money must be spent without wasting it and without lining the wrong pockets. Here it’s useful to recall the Kafkaesque joke of the European Union’s biofuel mandate, which served to accelerate the deforestation of Indonesia for palm-oil plantations, and the American subsidy of ethanol fuel, which turned out to benefit no one but corn farmers.

Finally, overwhelming numbers of human beings, including millions of government-hating Americans, need to accept high taxes and severe curtailment of their familiar life styles without revolting. They must accept the reality of climate change and have faith in the extreme measures taken to combat it. They can’t dismiss news they dislike as fake. They have to set aside nationalism and class and racial resentments. They have to make sacrifices for distant threatened nations and distant future generations. They have to be permanently terrified by hotter summers and more frequent natural disasters, rather than just getting used to them. Every day, instead of thinking about breakfast, they have to think about death.

Call me a pessimist or call me a humanist, but I don’t see human nature fundamentally changing anytime soon. I can run ten thousand scenarios through my model, and in not one of them do I see the two-degree target being met.

To judge from recent opinion polls, which show that a majority of Americans (many of them Republican) are pessimistic about the planet’s future, and from the success of a book like David Wallace-Wells’s harrowing “The Uninhabitable Earth,” which was released this year, I’m not alone in having reached this conclusion. But there continues to be a reluctance to broadcast it. Some climate activists argue that if we publicly admit that the problem can’t be solved, it will discourage people from taking any ameliorative action at all. This seems to me not only a patronizing calculation but an ineffectual one, given how little progress we have to show for it to date. The activists who make it remind me of the religious leaders who fear that, without the promise of eternal salvation, people won’t bother to behave well. In my experience, nonbelievers are no less loving of their neighbors than believers. And so I wonder what might happen if, instead of denying reality, we told ourselves the truth.

First of all, even if we can no longer hope to be saved from two degrees of warming, there’s still a strong practical and ethical case for reducing carbon emissions. In the long run, it probably makes no difference how badly we overshoot two degrees; once the point of no return is passed, the world will become self-transforming. In the shorter term, however, half measures are better than no measures. Halfway cutting our emissions would make the immediate effects of warming somewhat less severe, and it would somewhat postpone the point of no return. The most terrifying thing about climate change is the speed at which it’s advancing, the almost monthly shattering of temperature records. If collective action resulted in just one fewer devastating hurricane, just a few extra years of relative stability, it would be a goal worth pursuing.

#sorry for this essay it's for my #diss #quote #franzen #climate change #archivist #and i don't want to lose the text

[alottamoney]

This is very frustrating because you can't be messaged.Nevertheless I would like to share something very serious with you. These are strictly speculation. Firstly I would like to clear my position with Taekook.Long story short: I believe them.

Quite recently I stumbled upon a theory about Taekook's coming out process that seemed very logical to me.The summary of the theory is, the art that BTS has been releasing from the beginning,or from 2015-16 to be exact, have been quite evidently inspired by Taekook's journey from discovering themselves, to then losing themselves, to then finally be able to find their happiness and true-self with each other.From Stigma, to DNA,to FAKE LOVE.A lot of BTS songs are talking about a hurtful love filled with sadness.Also, the kind of songs Taekook listens to and covered from the beginning traces that journey from sadness to happiness.From the official songs,Singularity, The truth untold,Heartbeat,House of Cards,Whalien,Make it Right to name a few.It's justified to assume that BANGPD supports them and love them.But if it is so then why the separation from time to time?According to this theory it is to prepare the ARMY very slowly to getting used to Vkook.We have seen since 2017 taekook is used to promote the Album the most,to hype it up,and once the Album's released,it's the watchful eyes again.BangPd was very supportive of Jkwon,a kpop idol who likes drag.But he also told him that you cannot throw a stone into a still lake and expect everyone to be fine with it.It will take a long time to get the water to settle down.What bangpd is doing with Taekook is he is engineering a very long process of getting people used to the message of acceptance through messaging of their album,love myself,be yourself.He is creating a generation that is used to these ideas so that when that stone lands,there will be no ripple.

Now nitpicking time.Tae and BangPD share a mutual dislike for each other.It's not a secret.Because Tae made it obviously clear on many occasions. Everyone in the kpop world knows it.Starting from Taekook's relationship, V was being portrayed as a non-essential member.Idk if it was a coincidence,but taekook is the king of coincidence and the timing somehow matches.It got to the point where he had only 1/2 lines in a song. If you know Tae's journey, you would know and I'm not gonna elaborate the extent to which it was bad.I also get the feeling he doesn't like Kookie's personality(he doesn't respect him) because he has a psychological need for Tae built in him.The golden Child of BTS.If BangPD is supporting Taekook and engineering their smooth coming out,and taekook are in on it,then why do they seem displeased when separation happens?It has happened so many times that there is no other option to consider than them being unhappy with the situation.

My pessimism will take over from this point.It's about money in the end.I personally believe BangPD supports lgbt.Before elaborating on my point I want to present someone else's viewpoint who I had a discussion with.They are even more pessimistic than me.A bit hilarious too.According to them if BangPD really supported Lgbt he would not try to corner Tae like that.It's an unwritten code among lgbt that you hold each other's relationship up despite your personal things.According to them BangPD used all these messages for marketing purposes and used Taekook and the members as a gimmick for it.That's why he was okay with Jikook but not taekook.Tae did not like jikook happening on stage to the extent it was happening but it was given a free pass in the name of it being just a job.According to this person,an lgbt supporting person would never do something like that to a lgbt relationship.Scary stuff.

Now my elaboration : BangPD is not necessarily protecting Taekook or BTS,he is protecting his investment. He wants to engineer a smooth path for their coming out but only under his term?I know before military it's unthinkable and even after that, my opinion is Taekook are not the declaring in a statement type couple.They prove by actions,not by words.That's why I am a bit confused as to what pd's thoughts are regarding Taekook future.All I know is that Tae does not like it when someone instructs him how to behave in his own relationship.He's been throwing middle fingers left and right to whoever can see.If they are not on the same page with Pd's plan for them,then....what?On a sidenote: I am sure JJK and KTH1 mixtapes are getting delayed due to profit sharing issues.You just know they are going to break every record out there.V said in 2019 that his mixtapes were ready for release that year,and he wanted to see how ARMY react to it and then he uttered something very interesting"It's going to be delayed anyway"..then he laughed in the brattiest way possible at the staffs while spoiling 😂 BH couldn't get that sweet sweet money from "Sweet Night".Going back to my previous point,it really seems like everything is connected to money.Does BANGPD want a situation where if Taekook have to come out,whether by accident or something else,he can be there to take advantage of the situation?Like saying he supported them all along,and the money will come in as support for them pours in.Idk how that will a viable situation.For one, Tae will consider eating poison before agreeing to letting PD use his personal relationship for circus,and it's fair to assume BangPD knows it.Then what about the possibility that PD really is like a strict parent,who wants the best for his children even though his methods are torture.Did he think taekook not being a couple was in their best interest?Taekook's interest/BTS' interest?Like I said, I personally believe pd supports lgbt.He doesn't like Tae's personality,his rebellious streak.I could be wrong but would his personal dislike move him to create tough situation for taekook even though he supports lgbt.It seems unlikely because wouldn't it create unhealthy environment within the group,pd must have known this.Or did he think it's just a teenage romance,one push and it will break easily.All of these possibilities because all I have gotten that TK are not happy when their relationship is micromanaged.

Now there's Lisa in JK's Vlive correcting his steps in Euphoria.Guess we are all delulu at this point.I really think that was Lisa though.Don't ask.I'm sorry for this long ask.Please share with me what you think.

Hi anon, I'm happy that you shared your views on Taekook. My opinion on this topic might be disappointing but I'll share anyway.

First, I don't have a coming out theory because I don't think any BTS member would willingly reveal any sort of romantic relationship because of the fan frenzy around them.

I don't analyze MVs, lyrics, and such because these things involve a lot of input from a lot of people: producers, composers, lyricists, designers, stylists, choreographers, etc. It's much more than just BTS sharing personal stories and trying to find clues about the members' private lives from them is a pointless venture according to me. The covers and song recommendations made by Tae and Jungkook in the earlier years, like you pointed out, have more weightage in this regard.

About Bang and his relationship with Tae and Jungkook: I think there is a large gap between fandom perception and what has actually been shown. While I don’t think Tae is Bang’s bias, I also don’t think he dislikes him or is out to sabotage him. It is even possible that him “favoring” Jungkook does not extend beyond his potential marketability. He seems indifferent for the most part to them as individuals. Assuming Tae and Jungkook are in a relationship, I agree that maybe Bang did not take it seriously until he had to. He could also have done a lot more damage than just separate them on screen or cut them out of content so I don’t think he micromanages them outside work (or may he tried and Tae and Jungkook are just that inseparable🤷🏻‍♀️). He might even consider it beneficial, not in a direct financial manner but in that it makes them easier to control and monitor- two less NDAs to worry about. It doesn’t help that Tae and Jungkook are also very erratic in a way that can’t be attributed to company micromanagement. That could explain some inconsistencies, they’re also figuring it out (and they’re a bit dramatic about it in my opinion).

Jokwon hasn't said anything about his sexuality explicitly, I don't know if this counts as an example of Bang's support of the LGBTQ community but he seems open-minded enough and he hasn't said or done anything homophobic. Tae and Jungkook though are part of his biggest cash cow so, while he might not be homophobic it's not a stretch to assume he has different standards for them vs Jokwon who isn't signed to his label. About using the members and Jikook as a gimmick, I think that is simultaneously complicated but also not that deep and it’s probably a separate discussion; in short, I don’t think Bang is thinking farther than taking advantage of and promoting a popular (easier?) ship but it seems to have affected the relationship of the members involved (Disclaimer: I don’t think that all permutations and combinations of relationships between the members have a possibility of being “real”. I don’t think it’s an everyone loves everyone situation.)

Will Bang or the company try to take the credit if Taekook are outed by accident? The way they act, I feel like they are pretty confident that no such thing will happen. In the very minute chance that it does, I think they'll wash their hands of Taekook and let them fend for themselves. I don’t think they’ve done the groundwork to benefit from such a situation nor do I think they are making it easy for Taekook. The narratives put forth in In The Soop and other content do the opposite of cushioning the blow. There’s no overall consistency and it’s really hard to predict how such things will play out, so I don’t know if they have any plans centered around Taekook right now much less back when they discovered that Taekook might not be typical bandmates. 

I'm not sure what you meant by that last paragraph but why Lisa?

#taekook #vkook #ask me questions #bts taehyung #bts jungkook

[digressfromreality]

The Fall of Baby Might

Lana Yagi had been famous from the moment it was revealed who her father was, All Might, Japan’s number one hero. But had that revelation been worth it: the media scrutiny, the burden of legacy, the crippling seeds of doubt? Did Lana crumple under the pressure?

Izuku x Lana x Tomura

Part 3/Part 5

Part 4. Why should I apologize for the way I feel inside? (Sorry not sorry by Gemini Syndrome)

Her hands were trembling in anger as she saw her media moniker trend on twitter. That interview was coming back to haunt her. Edits and soundbites of the interview were circulating different platforms.

This shouldn’t have happened. She had a well strapped PR team, that she didn’t have to pay for herself! The hero society behind the scenes had taken the initiative to scrub her public image. She had to uphold the legacy of All Might; his retirement ended an era of honest, good heroes. This doctored video might be the end of it all.

The video starts out with the title, WHAT THEY DIDN’T WANT US TO KNOW. It jumps right into her answers and cuts out most of the question the reporter had asked. She was probably halfway through the interview at this point, where she was starting to get frustrated.

“You know, I get asked this question a lot actually, but my answer never ends up in the final cut or in the written press.” She sighed, leaning back into her chair, “I feel like one of these days they’ll finally release it, so I can stop being asked to reiterate it.” The reporter leaned forward, appearing concerned, it was surprise for most in the studio to hear Baby Might sound so, pessimistic.

“Do you mind explaining once again?” She smiled, but Lana could see the excitement in the reporter’s eyes. Everyone wants to know more about her father’s private life. But her answer never satisfies them.

She was not there to sing her father’s praises, but genuinely tries to make a legitimate issue have a voice in public.

The video gave an overlay of static before settling on the end of her sentence, “Society is sick. There is such a focus on what is labeled inherently good and evil, that many people suffer from its symptoms without ever knowing what is happening isn’t their fault. They are victims of broken system.”

More static, “Most have been repressed for so long, they just need to do something that is their control. Why should we dictate how they grieve?”

A slight gasp from someone in the sound crew, caused Lana’s eyes to apparent dim and off center. Possibly to look over at the crew member with a questioning look, she couldn’t remember anything really after that noise of surprise had cut off her train of thought.

More static.

“Surely, your opinion has changed, during your…absence.”

“Despite my absence, my opinion really hasn’t changed. Power can be dangerous no matter what the power is, or who is wielding it. Now imagine my father being a villain, fucking terrifying right?”

More static.

Lana is raising her hands, looking like a lunatic, it cuts in, “…like Himiko Toga. Her quirk relies on the blood of others to transform herself. With the right help, she could have famous rather than infamous. With a tiniest bit a blood she could have been a stunt double for any celebrity. I mean her acting skills are nearly flawless in mimicry!”

More static.

“We all speculated that your father, late hero All Might,” spliced in soundbite, “would be disappointed with your cavalier attitude toward villains.”

Then more static, showing the bodyguards screaming at the reporter.

“She didn’t follow the script given to her!”

“How they dare interrogate her!”

“Lana don’t even look at them!”

“Give us this tape, we are confiscating this. You broke contract!”

Lana dropped her phone, pulling at her hair in despair. What the hell just happened? How did that get leaked? Did she really look as crazy as she sounded?

No, no everything was out of context. Even the last thing the reporter said in the clip wasn’t even correct.

…Or maybe it was. She had kind of zoned in and out during the interview itself. Izuku had seen the tape perhaps-

IZUKU! Yes! She stood up, looking for her keys. She had to find Izuku, he could help her. The door to their apartment slammed with a resounding thud.

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Tired, Deku finally made it back to entrance of his agency. He hadn’t meant for patrol to take him as long as it did, but he happen to come across a strew of incidents. First one smash his communicator, and somehow, he was pickpocketed for his cellphone and wallet. He had really no way of reaching out to Lana during the day, hopefully she would understand his tardiness.

Perhaps, he could take a long, hot bath, ease out the kinks in his neck. Lana and he could probably order delivery, she had been favoring udon as of late.

He sighed, patting his pockets once again. He’ll have to get the receptionist to give him a new badge and deactivate his old one.

Never would he ever predicted that Lana would be raising hell with reporters in the lobby of his agency. She had a hold of one man’s shirt while she was glaring him down. The rest were eating it up as she attacked one of their colleagues.

His receptionist and sidekicks were trying to push through the crowd, confused on what was the cause of the pandemonium, but it seemed like Lana was at the center of it. Izuku shivered, as he quickly, but politely tried to get toward Lana. What the public didn’t know was that Lana did possess a quirk. Although weak in comparison to One-For-All, she could force a false memory in someone’s head. The side effect for the receiver was something usually unpleasant, and the sender, Lana, would get violently sick because of the mental strain.

“Lana.” He chastised, as he pulled her to his chest. She broke eye contact, making her nauseous as Izuku jostled her around, hiding her from the paparazzi. “Calm down, please don’t do anything irrational.”

She paused, tears streaking her bloodshot eyes, how could he stand so tall and stern, just to scold her? She needed the saving from them, not the other way around. How could Izuku look at her like a vi—

#deku x oc #deku x reader #izuku x reader #bnha #midoriya bnha #izuku midoriya #mha imagines #bnha imagines #shigaraki bnha #shigaraki mha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki x reader #All Might #shigaraki imagine #deku imagine

[spoppersonality]

SPOP Character Typing: Adora

ESTJ, 9w1, 953, so/sp

I’ve seen Adora typed as ESFJ and ENFJ, and I get why people don’t think she seems “hard” enough to be an extroverted thinking dominant type. But I think this is exactly the kind of mistype that happens when people don’t know Enneagram. Adora is an interesting mix because she has a super soft Enneagram core type and a harder “take-charge” MBTI type.

So, let’s get into that.

MBTI: ESTJ

I think what people forget when they type Adora as an extroverted feeling dominant type, is how incredibly personal and tactful Fe-doms are. (On a good day, anyway.) Adora, however, tends to be more impersonal and straight-to-the-point. Te-doms can also come off as people-oriented, that is not exclusive to Fe-doms, but they go about it differently. There is an Fe-dom in the Best Friends Squad, but that is not Adora.

If you think about it, Adora is a very classic Te-Si type. She likes rules and has a natural inclination towards implementing those rules in a very practical, hands-on type of manner. She’s very action oriented. She sees what needs to be done, and does it. ESTJs are highly effective in the sense that they don’t often stop to ask as much questions as some other types. They go about things based on what gets them from point A to point B, and what has worked in the past, or how they are used to doing things. They can also get quite hooked in moving from one plateau to the next in a routinely manner. This can often be how ESTJs go through life, if they don’t stop to think about why they are doing what they are doing, and specifically what personal values drive their actions. No wonder ESTJs are generally the jockiest jocks to ever jock.

Being a Te-dom doesn’t mean you’re not empathetic. Adora definitely is. It just means that you primarily show it through action. If a friend cries, for an Fe-dom the most natural course of action may be to sit with them and listen, and for a Te-dom it might be eliminating the reason for the crying. This is overly simplified of course, and real people as well as good fictional characters are multifaceted, but you get the idea. This is how Adora most often works. It’s not: “Catra, I can see something is bothering you, do you want to talk about it?” It’s: “Let’s take a skiff for a ride to cheer you up.”

Adora can also be quite funny in a random seeming way, which is due to her tertiary extroverted intuition. ESTJs and ESFJs (tert Ne-types) are often one of the most hilarious people alive, because they like to use their extroverted intuition in tandem with their dominant function. The level of control they have over it isn’t often that great, so it comes off as child-like randomness. Their first two functions lead them towards order and predictability, but when Ne comes into play and they venture out of their usual habits, they may surprise you. The results might be unpredictable: Turns out licking sand didn’t work for Adora but with the help of her friends she managed to play Double Trouble’s game nicely.

In general ESTJs are not in their comfort zone with Ne-type of creativity or innovation but they are not hopeless with it. Adora struggles with the more unpredictable qualities of her sword, like turning it into different objects. She doesn’t use that quality too often and doesn’t have too much variety when she does. While Adora’s first instinct is to simply charge ahead, someone with high Ne would’ve been likely to utilize the flexible qualities of the sword to the max. But Adora can still manage it, her Ne isn’t low enough to be considered her Achille’s heel. She takes a bit of time with it but eventually comes up with solutions that work, such as carrying her sword as a bracelet.

Introverted feeling is what Adora desperately needs in her life and has trouble figuring out. If you think about Fi-doms, they are people who spend a lot of time thinking about who they are, what they want, what they value, and their life builds around that. It’s their most natural state, thinking about whether or not everything they face is something they like/dislike, if it’s good/bad, right/wrong, desirable or not, them or not them.

This is what makes the planets align for an ESTJ. They neglect this function, and when they finally start developing it, the whole world is new for them. This is very literal in Adora’s case, it’s like Etheria’s magic is waking up with her introverted feeling. (Because when all your four functions finally align it IS magic.) That function, introverted feeling, is essentially where she keeps her love for Catra, or rather, it’s the function she needs to be able to make one person, whether it’s Catra or herself, a priority. Te is a rather utilitarian function, and since Adora leads with that and has internalized the belief that her desires don’t matter, there’s nothing in her dominant extroverted thinking process that would justify her “selfish” desires. Te cares about numbers, masses and large scale consequences. She needs Fi, the function that is all about individuality, and essentially yourself. We know how much it takes for that function to surface for her, but when it does, oh boy.

Enneagram

Core type: 9

As a type 9, Adora comes off as unassuming, warm and friendly. 9’s are all about forgiveness, self-neglect and acceptance.

9 is the most “traditionally selfless” type, because unlike Enneagram 2s for example, 9s don’t expect anything in return for what they give to others. Adora’s upbringing has magnified that quality in her (which was obviously very intentional from Shadow Weaver). 9s also have a natural tendency to ignore negative feelings, so they can keep feeling “okay” and unaffected by the external world. This quality makes 9s susceptible to staying in bad situations and bad relationships for a very long time, because they so persistently see the good in others. This is why it took Adora so long, and why she needed evidence that was impossible to ignore to realize that the Horde didn’t have a good cause. 9s are conflict-avoidant because they fear loss and separation above all. That’s why Adora too is such a people pleaser. She would rather live in “fake” harmony, than be the one to create conflict that causes emotional pain. Unfortunately, that’s exactly why 9s sometimes upset others. Like how Adora is unwilling to do anything that would get her on Shadow Weaver’s bad side, which hurts Catra. Or how she pretends to be the She-Ra Plumerians expect her to be so she wouldn’t disappoint them, which only leads her to disappoint them more later. It’s very classic 9 of her to let things develop to a point where everything comes crashing down before addressing the conflict she really needs to address. 9s tend to go with the flow, and sometimes too far.

One of the big things with 9s is that they lack a solid sense of self. They are out of touch with their needs, desires, and identity. Another thing that Shadow Weaver magnified in Adora. Basically, if you break a 9’s sense of self-worth far enough, they’ll become a blank canvas for others to write on, because they already believe they are somehow inherently “less” than others. They always assume to be the least important person in the room. As a 9, what being She-Ra essentially meant to Adora was being everyone else’s servant. For other types it would have meant different things, like to a type 4 it would have been about having personal significance in the world, and to a 3 it would have essentially been about being a celebrity. As a 9 Adora was also one of the most likely people to just roll with it. Like, if you threw something like that at a type 6, they would have most likely just bolted, and half of the storyline would’ve been about “I can’t/don’t want to do this!”. (=a tip for anyone who wants to write certain role swap AUs. ;D)

As a 9, Adora integrates to 3, so at her best mental state, she becomes driven, ambitious, present, and sees her value as a person. She’s no longer someone things happen to, but she’s the driving force in changing her life and the things around her. She disintegrates to 6, so in times of prolonged stress she can get easily irritable, pessimistic, and feel helpless.

Wing: 1

This is where Adora gets her grit, and the moralizing side to her character. Having a strong 1-wing definitely helped her survive in the Horde but it also frequently adds fuel to her self-sacrificing: it’s so easy to back up that 9 quality by telling herself it’s “the right thing to do”. The Right Thing is all 1 cares about. It also plays directly into her dominant Te tendency to follow rules, and makes her the typical “Lawful Good” type of person. Catra’s accusation that Adora “thinks she’s better than everyone” doesn’t miss the mark too far. Even though Adora isn’t a core 1, and as such her whole identity isn’t wrapped up in being morally superior, she does care about having integrity to a certain extend. So, maybe she doesn’t literally think she’s better than everyone, but she still strives to be above certain things, and hates the idea of being “bad”.

Head fix: 5

This is largely where Adora’s nerdy side comes from. 5s want to be competent, and they hate not knowing what to do, so they want a lot of information. Not knowing and not understanding frightens them. The most blatant expression of this with Adora is probably the whole thing with the princess prom. This side of her comes to surface when she can’t just adapt (=9) or do the right thing (=1). 5 is also detached and uncomfortable with their feelings, so this only strengthens Adora’s 9-tendency to not address hers. 5s are also big on compartmentalizing, so this greatly helps Adora to entertain certain difficult realities inside herself as if it’s nothing, such as Catra is an enemy she routinely fights, but she would also die for her in a heartbeat.

Heart fix: 3

If none of the three other strategies work, Adora will try to solve things and get people on her side by showing off. 3s want to be viewed as valuable and useful by others, and in Adora’s case it’s probably best seen in the way she acts when she meets Huntara. 3 is where she gets her cocky side. It’s a funny contrast with her humble 9-core, and in most cases she only has enough confidence to act like this when she’s with Catra, or when she’s She-Ra. Having a 3-fix also plays into her need to be useful, because while 9s often want to be useful to excuse their existence, 3s also want to hear that they are useful, so whatever little vanity Adora has will always directly reinforce the idea that good things come from her overexerting herself.

Instinctual Variant: so/sp

Social instinct is Adora’s primary instinct. She has a natural inclination to play by the rules of the group and acknowledge hierarchy, because social variants get safety from belonging and having a place, a role, in something bigger than themselves. Even though she has her hero complex, she doesn’t tend to fly solo until the stakes are really high. She never questions the Princess Alliance, it’s simply natural for her to move from one group to another, and that She-Ra’s strength belongs for the rebellion. She doesn’t really seem to get why some other people don’t seek the strength in numbers. Losing She-Ra also primarily means losing her place in the group for her, and she very much struggles to accept this.

Self-preservation instinct is Adora’s secondary one. It may seem like it isn’t because she’s so ready to die for others, but self-preservation isn’t really about that. It’s more about being preoccupied with questions of resources. Like, after turning against the Horde, Adora isn’t just concerned about losing the support of the group, her mind also immediately goes to “I don’t have a roof over my head”. She’s not as particular about having her physical needs met as a primary self-pres would be, but it’s included in her priorities. She feels out of place in Bright Moon because she’s used to different kind of surroundings, and losing She-Ra’s power is a hard blow because of losing the physical strength she has as She-Ra: her means for providing physical safety for others. She also desires some amount of independence, and She-Ra gave her that as well.

Sexual instinct is what Adora needs more in her life. That’s so tied to the whole point of the show that I’m not even sure what would be worthwhile for me to say about it at this point. The whole conflict between her and Catra relates so closely to it. Adora will routinely make sacrifices in her personal relationships for the common good, because one-to-one relationships are not her first concern in life. People who neglect their sexual instinct are uncomfortable with their more “primal” and intense feelings, so even in her closest relationships Adora is more about being friendly and accommodating and showing warm feelings to the other. She doesn’t have the “let me stare you deep into the eyes for hours and drown myself in them” quality that is characteristic of the sexual instinct. However, this is exactly the part she needs to accept in herself to be fully satisfied and to take her relationships to another level.

SPOP is so juicy because it’s so much about personal growth. We see Adora face pretty much every weakness and blind spot that relates to her personality, and we get to see her change for the better. At least that makes it very satisfying for me to analyse, because I’m such a fan of growth. Can’t wait to get to analyse the other main characters, and the supporting cast too.

Also, if you wish I would do a particular character, just tell me and I’ll take that into consideration!

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[moonieseok]

Part Five - Focus

You had always been an average person. Average grades, average life. Nothing out of the ordinary about you. Crackhead friends. All of it seems normal to most people.

That was where the similarities between you and Min Yoongi ended. He had always preferred sports over socializing. While it’s true he had been somewhat popular during his last years of high school, it was only because he was the best person on his school’s basketball team. Everybody was all over him, being as nice to him as they could, because they all knew he was going to be someone great.

But don’t misunderstand. These nice people were only pretending. They happened to be the same people who had made fun of Yoongi in his freshman year. Said he wouldn’t ever accomplish any of his dreams, all that stuff.

So he graduated high school and went on to play basketball with a team called the Daegu Agusts. Nobody was surprised, although his parents were very proud. Most of his former classmates tolerated it because they could finally fit him into one of their “categories”.

That’s right. The most popular kids in his class had this obsession with putting everybody into a spot, and it was important that they stayed there. They didn’t like people who were good at more than one thing, if that can explain it. They didn’t like how Yoongi was good at both sports and music. “Pick one.” They said as they made him watch as they took the lyrics for a song he’d been composing. “Pick one.” They said as he watched the song he’d been working on for months be shredded to pieces.

One thing that constantly annoyed them was how he always remained indifferent to their teasing. Not once did he react in a way that made them feel satisfied. But once he graduated and became a basketball player, they finally felt he’d slipped under one of their groups.

Well, they might’ve thought that, but it was far from the actual truth. The truth was that Min Yoongi simply learned not to advertise his passion for music. He fell into a sort of routine. Wake up. Practice. Play a game. Win or lose. Go to sleep.

Most would say that’s not healthy, but it worked for him. He could almost go weeks without talking to anyone by following this simple schedule. Mostly anyone. Somehow four boys, who’s kindness he’d always felt was more genuine then his other classmates, had somehow sneaked their way into his life.

And now he was stuck with them, whether he liked it or not. Fine. He thought. Wouldn’t hurt to have a few close friends. But that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. But every single motto he’d ever had, every single promise to never let anyone in, every single one had broken into a million pieces the moment he saw you sitting in the crowd.

You were indifferent to the people around you, ignoring the game. He assumed you had been dragged to this event by the loud boy next to you. Boyfriend, perhaps? But from the way you and the boy acted around each other, he guessed you were friends.

It was all he could do to stop looking at your face and focus on the ball in his hands. He was running, hoping to score the winning point. But something inside compelled him to look back at you, to see if you were watching him score. And he missed the shot.

He backed up and stared at his hands, like maybe they weren’t his. What happened? He usually never missed a shot. Even the crowd was shocked. Famous player Min Yoongi, lost his touch? Or maybe he was distracted by something, or perhaps someone in the crowd. He looked at you, to find you were looking at him, seemingly intrigued by the lull in the cheering from the crowd.

Your eyes met, and he felt his face get hot. What was going on? He looked back down at his sneakers and tried to forget the way your eyes had basically torn any walls of his down. He had to focus, get back on his face. You, afterall, were just a person in the crowd. No reason for him to get so flustered, let alone lose this game.

Just a person in the crowd. He looked at the audience, and was bewildered by what he saw. Everyone else sitting seemed to blur, to fade, and you were the only clear person he saw. Almost like there was a spotlight on you, and you were waiting for him.

He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut. No. You weren’t waiting for him, the spotlight of the stadium was probably just moving around to follow the players, and by chance, it had been on you when he looked up. Coincidence.

For the rest of the game, he tried his best to remain focused, but his eyes kept moving back to you. And then, as he looked back, he saw a basketball aimed straight for your head. You would think a basketball wouldn’t do much damage, but at the speed it was headed towards you, it would hurt quite a bit. 

He ran over and caught the ball mid-air, and fired a death glare towards the person who’d thrown it. Why was he so mad? It wasn’t like he knew you or anything. He’d just been trying to stop someone in the audience from getting hurt. 

His team won, but no thanks to his distractedness. He tried to ignore the looks of his teammates, and stormed back to his room in the hotel they were staying at. 

He stood in the doorway, and like a man possessed, his body moved on its own. He walked in and shut the door, and walked over to his desk. He sat down and opened the desk drawer and pulled out his pencil. And to his surprise, the words were in his head for the rest of the night, as he wrote and wrote.

No one knew, but a certain Min Yoongi had never stopped writing songs. They were all unfinished, half-done pieces, but they did their job. But this one, was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It conveyed...a strange feeling he had, one he couldn’t name.

He didn’t want to name it, for fear if he identified with it, it would go away. And he had a hunch that this was the kind of feeling that few people find. So he held onto it, and used it to write the words on his mind late into the night. 

He knew it was crazy. That there was no way it would ever work. Right? Come on, there was no way he would be able to find you again, and he wasn’t the sort of person to become obsessed with someone.

But still, he dreamed. What was your name? Your favorite food? As ridiculous as he knew it was, he just couldn’t stop himself from wondering. Did you know his name? You seemed like the type of person to keep tabs on famous people, right? Was he just holding on to false hope?   

So even though he tried his best to forget about you for the rest of the week, he couldn’t. But eventually he looked at himself and said, stop. You probably won’t ever see her again, so there’s no point being so caught up in a dream that won’t happen. And even though part of him wanted to know you, he stopped.

He went a week without thinking about you. At least, he told himself he went a week, when in reality he went about 4 minutes. It seemed like an impossible thing to do, but he knew. He knew it wasn’t going to work. Relationships like that never worked out, he barely knew you, he needed to stop being crazy.

But then he did see you again. He was playing a game at some university, he didn’t exactly know the name of it. But there was a hallway in front of the stadium entrance, and occasionally students would walk down, headed towards their classes. The students in the audience? Well, anyone who bought tickets was excused from classes for as long as the game went on. 

Convenient. But as he was taking a drink of water, he swore he saw you, walking down the hall, books in your arms. And again, he got distracted. He couldn’t help but dwell on it.

Had it really been you? The girl he couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard he tried. His mind was going too many places at once, from you, to the game, you, the game. 

Focus. He said to himself. And after calming down, he thought, there was no way it was you. Just a girl who looked like you. No problem. And then the game started again, and his attention turned to the ball. 

They won the game, as he predicted. It hadn’t been easy, the home team for this game were very good. But it was fine. Yoongi walked towards the benches and grabbed his bag. His phone was going off, probably just his friends going off on an unnecessary tangent. 

He looked at the screen and saw they were talking about how they wanted to go to a bar to celebrate the win. He didn’t want to, but he knew that they would manage to convince him, but didn’t think about it too much. 

That night, he reluctantly sat at a table with his friends, a drink in hand. “You should’ve seen their faces when they realized you scored the point!” His friend Tae was definitely drunk, no doubt about it. 

Yoongi internally groaned as he realized he was going to have to be sober to drive them home. He was used to it, but still. Tae couldn’t even do this for him once? He looked toward his friend Jin. Jin, who was still sober, was probably thinking the same thing. His face said, You or me? And Yoongi thought, You, if it was up to me. Jin smirked. And then he started chugging his drink. “I hate all of you.” Yoongi said.

No one answered, they were all used to his pessimistic personality. And they were too wasted to care. And then Yoongi decided he might as well find the exit, Namjoon could never hold his alcohol, so he looked around the bar. Near the door, there were two people coming in, and with a start Yoongi recognized your friend. The boy who’d been with you the first time Yoongi had seen you. 

He watched as your friend, along with a shorter boy, walked in and took a seat near the back. They whispered to each other, and pointed to various people seated around the place.

Then the shorter boy began to look towards the entrance. Were they looking for someone? Yoongi looked in the direction of the shorter boy, and followed his eyes. And to his shock, you walked right in. At least he was pretty sure it was you. He was sure everyone in the bar could hear his involuntary gasp, as quiet as he thought he was. 

It was you, now that he looked closer. He looked back toward the two people, and the taller one was standing up and waving. Your face lit up. “Hoseok!” You said, and walked to their table.

Your voice. He’d heard your voice. Did all voices sound like that, or was it just you? No, wait, what was he thinking? He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. 

He watched as you sat down, and the three of you kept whispering, and pointing around. You leaned in to hear Hoseok say something, and leaned back. Apparently whatever he had said seemed really stupid to you. The smaller boy whispered something, and you rolled your eyes.

Reluctantly, you stood up and walked to the front, where he was. He saw you sit at the front and call the bartender to order something. Your drink came, and you held it, turning around to face the bar. 

He looked at you. Something about you, he couldn’t ignore. You looked around and took a sip of your drink, and your eyes landed on him. His face heated up and he tried to look somewhere else. 

Your eyes widened and you almost choked on your drink. Was he that embarrassing? Or maybe you noticed it was a famous person. He had no idea which. 

You quickly turned around in your seat and pulled out your phone. You typed something and raised your head, looking back at your friends, trying to point to something with your eyes. Hoseok, it seemed, didn’t notice, and kept talking to the shorter boy. 

Yoongi heard you mutter, “Dammit, Jimin, stop talking.” Your eyes narrowed and you went back to sipping your drink. You looked at your phone for a few more minutes, looking bored.

And then, everything went wrong. Yoongi noticed several things at once. For one, a guy with a black hoodie walked in, looking...well, sketchy. Yoongi immediately decided he did not trust this person, and watched him.

That’s why he didn’t notice there was another, similar looking person behind him, walking straight towards you. You kept scrolling down your social media feed on your phone, not noticing. 

Yoongi had his eye on the suspicious looking man for a while, but he didn’t notice the other man talking to you. He didn’t hear the man say, “Hello, beautiful.”

He didn’t notice your discomfort, didn’t hear you say, “Uh...what?” The man smiled, although it wasn’t a nice smile. It was pretty creepy, actually. “You heard me, didn’t you?” He said.

“You’re very pretty,” he began. You didn’t plan on letting him finish. “Uh, sorry, I really should be going.” You got up and started towards Hoseok and Jimin, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Stay a while, won’t you? I promise I don’t bite.” You blanked out, in a state of panic. “No, really, I have to go..” You struggled to pull your wrist away, and right as you were sure you were going to break free, the man’s grip tightened. 

He growled. “Stay, and nothing bad will happen.” Your eyes widened in fear, and you almost called out to Hoseok or Jimin for help, but they were at the back. They wouldn’t hear you, and looking around at the people nearby, you doubted they were the type to help you. 

Yoongi had kept his eye on the other guy this whole time, and watched as the guy he was watching walked out of the bar without doing anything. Just in and out, which seemed suspicious. He turned his eyes back towards you, and noticed your predicament. 

And then, something he just couldn’t explain happened. To this day, he still has no clue why he did it. He stood up, and despite all his efforts to remain a loner with only a few people he trusted, he stood up and walked towards you.  

“She said no.” You looked behind your shoulder, your eyes a bit watery, as if you didn’t believe that someone would actually help. “Well, she didn’t actually say no, she just said she had to go somewhere, which I highly doubt.” The man replied. 

You looked back at the man. Somehow, Yoongi standing up for you had given you a little bit more courage. Some might argue you weren’t a brave person to begin with, but at least now you weren’t feeling completely helpless. 

“No, I said no, your ears must need cleaning.” The man was clearly shocked, and loosened his grip a bit, which gave you enough room to slip out of his grasp.

You cradled your wrist, because he really did have a strong grip. “Get away from me, creep.” You said. The man growled again, and moved like he was about to grab you again, and you backed up, bumping into Yoongi. 

You squeaked out of surprise and rapidly turned around. “Sorry, sorry, accident!” And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man behind you reach out, as if to grab your wrist once more.

Panic filled you, and you almost screamed. Really, this was all too much for you to handle in one day. Today had been stress-filled enough as it was. 

But then Yoongi reached in front of you and stopped the man. “Stay away. And don’t let me catch you harassing another person in this bar.” The man backed up and scowled.

“You’re not the owner, last I checked. And I’m sure everyone here can agree that you only care if I ‘harass’ your girlfriend or not, you don’t care about anyone else here.” 

Yoongi backed up, shocked by the comment. You were a bit taken aback, but who did this guy think he was? “Uh, news flash, he’s not my boyfriend, you shouldn’t assume, can’t a guy just be nice without you guessing we’re dating, and it’s not okay to harass people in the first place!” 

The words came out a lot louder than you intended, and you picked up your bag and looked at the man in front of you. “You disgust me.” He backed up even more. Yoongi smiled, seemingly smug. “And you!” You turned toward Yoongi. 

“Thank you. Uh, you’re Min Yoongi, right? The basketball player?” Yoongi looked embarrassed, he was shocked you remembered him. “Yeah, that’s me.” 

You two continued to talk, and didn’t notice as the man behind you got even angrier, and stormed out of the bar. You noticed Yoongi was sarcastic, and almost a bit of a flirt, but he seemed like a genuinely nice person.

You were almost disappointed when you got a text from Hoseok asking where you were. I’m at the front. Look who I’m talking to~, you told him. You watched as Hoseok and Jimin made their way to the front of the bar.

The looks on their faces when they realized you were making small talk with Min Yoongi was priceless. You almost burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” Yoongi asked.

“My friends have just realized who I’m talking to, and the look on their faces is something I’ll remember forever? Nothing new.” His light smile became somewhat uneasy. 

“Well, that’s really not something I advertise...you know?” You immediately realized what he might be hinting at. He thought you might only be talking to him because he was famous.

“Wait, uh, no, its not like that...I’m not just talking to you because you’re..you. Uh...God damnit, I suck at this. What I mean is I’m talking to you because you seem like a cool person to hang out with.” 

He laughed. “That makes two of us.” He looked behind your shoulder. “Looks like your friends want to go home?” You looked at them, they were pointing at the door and making subtle (not so subtle) movements with their eyes. 

“It was nice talking to you, Yoongi-ah.” You got up and were about to leave. “Uh, wait, would you...take this?” You turned back to look at him. He was holding a scrap of paper.

You took it and read out the number. “Do you just carry around scraps of paper with your number on them?” You asked between laughs. He looked embarrassed again. “No, I just quickly wrote this down, I might be fast on the court, but with getting to know people....not so much.”

Not gonna lie, that fact surprised you a bit. The boy you had been talking to, who seemed so nice and, well, social, bad at making friends? You knew it wasn’t easy to get to know people when you were famous, but the way he talked to you made it seem like, well like you were talking to an average person. 

You walked home, being questioned left and right by Hoseok and Jimin, and couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious obsession with Yoongi. Back at your dorm, sitting on your bed, you pulled out the paper. 

Almost without hesitation, you pulled out your phone and entered him in your contacts. And then, surprising yourself, your fingers moved on their own.

Hey, yoongi-ah. You awake?

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part five - focus

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[sluttyopinions]

The Blunt Reality of Attack on Titan

August 4, 2020

Written by Samantha, Slutty Opinions

OPENING

People usually tend to associate anime and manga with being crazy over the top action packed experiences. Attack on Titan is a series full of exactly that. It’s a hugely popular franchise known for having insanely cool action and bombastic music. People flying around doing impossible feats and fighting fantastical enemies that are larger than life are common. Despite all this flash and excitement, the series never lets you forget the harsh reality of the world itself in a unique way, effectively separating it from many of its peers.

This grim reality is basically used to beat the audience over the head over and over, at times too liberally and too often as some would argue. I personally think how the original author of the manga that started it all, Hajime Isayama, entwines every aspect of his story with cynicism and grimness is one of the major reasons why I love the series, and I’m willing to bet it’s a big reason for a lot of fans whether they know it or not. Before I get into the details, I will say that I won’t be putting in any real spoilers of either the manga or the anime so if you’re just curious about what I may have to say, you can keep going. I’d also like to mention that I am more of a recent fan, but still a big one. I’ve seen the entire anime and have been trying to catch up on the source material, so my knowledge and opinions will be limited to that amount of content.

THE TITANS

For anyone unaware of the basic premise of Attack on Titan, the last remnant of the human race has been trapped by huge humanoid beasts in an expansive settlement surrounded by walls. It is humanity’s job to fight off these mindless monsters and survive behind the walls. The titans are a large part of what creates the identity of the series. Seems kind of obvious since it’s literally the title and all. The way these titans are integrated into the action and the story of the show is a large part of what prevents Attack on Titan from simply being another generic action series that ends up forgotten as a flavor of the month. It seems like I’m not giving the series enough credit because there is a LOT it does right otherwise such as pacing, story structure, characters, and so on that combine to make an incredible experience that has captivated many. However, I still stand by the idea that the titans help make the franchise feel truly one of a kind.

Everyone who’s ever seen the titans has probably noticed how grotesquely and uncannily they are designed. In the manga, the whole world and the way many things and people are drawn especially all have very creepy vibes to it all. While it would be a huge stretch to claim Attack on Titan is a horror manga, it’s common sense to acknowledge it’s strongly influenced by horror. The absolute sense of uncertainty and powerlessness these monsters present nearly every time they’re on screen is overpowering to both the characters that must deal with them and the audience as well. 

Isayama creates a feeling of dread involving these beasts insanely effectively. Any encounter with them even if it is merely 1 or 2 of them can always lead to sudden death. There is never safety in the presence of the titans even for the most skilled. Their pure size and physical ability is nearly never downplayed. While the humans have their own special weapons and crazy abilities, the titans are hardly ever presented as mere battle fodder or mulch. Titans happen to be very good at killing people and the delivery of it all makes it feel believable. Keeping the antagonists intimidating and serious is very important for the overall feeling of Attack on Titan. 

At times it can even feel like too much. The idea of any character dropping dead at any time can be very discouraging when you’re trying to get invested in a cast or just getting started. Sure that amount of pure “edge” in itself is appealing to a lot of people, but edge without purpose or substance makes for very bad entertainment in my eyes. It’s honestly in fact one of my pet peeves. I did not expect to like Attack on Titan for a long time due to this reputation it had for being brutal and random. Just not my style. When I actually gave it a shot however, I realized the writing is a lot more purposeful and I’d even say forgiving than I expected. While at times being an emotionally exhausting experience and definitely pessimistic in many ways, this series treats the terrible events that occur left and right with proper gravity and maturity.

THE NATURE OF WAR

Attack on Titan has a lot to say about a variety of subjects. It’s honestly much more subtle and intelligent than I even thought with my initial blind viewing of the anime. Reading the manga through the same events really gave me an appreciation for the thought and detail that goes into Isayama’s writing. The most obvious subject he focuses on is something that is probably less than subtle however and can be spotted quickly by anyone who has seen or read even a bit of the series. 

That subject happens to be the horrors of war. On the surface the story seems to be just a simple story of man vs beast and it wouldn’t make much sense for it to have anything to say about war. While the circumstances involved are very fantasy-themed and at times ridiculous, it still at its heart is a narrative about war and how humans cope with it, both those on the front lines and those who watch from afar. 

The grim and serious nature of the series is the way it is directly thanks to that theme. If life wasn’t always at risk, if it wasn’t treated as fragile, if death wasn’t respected and dwelled on and treated with the utmost permanence and seriousness, this theme would not work the way it does. Anything less runs the risk of just looking like glorification while merely saying the opposite. Admittedly there’s a lot of people who still somehow think Attack on Titan glorifies war but that’s a whole other subject. A very impactful and relevant part of the story is one early on where humanity wins a huge battle, yet no one bothers to celebrate merely because the overwhelming weight of the dead hangs heavier than any related relief ever could. This kind of grim and depressing, yet honest storytelling about war is very common throughout the plot.

What it means to be a soldier, the intricate overlap of society, media, government, and economics on war, the will and the reason to fight, the sanctity of human life and the nature of sacrifice and finding meaning in meaningless and constant death are all discussed often and in detail in Attack on Titan and the grim realness of everything that happens in the story and the overall feeling of being unsafe it conveys are deeply important to allowing these themes and discussions to work as well as they do.

PHILOSOPHY AND PSYCHOLOGY

The last major aspect of the story that I think benefits greatly from the unrestrained reality and brutality of the series is the very unique philosophy and psychology that Isayama presents. Most of the points and lessons the characters learn through the story are not pleasant ones. Everything the characters go through and the utter bleakness of Attack on Titan’s world shapes everyone’s worldviews. People take small steps and make concessions to have hope in this world. Optimism is present plenty, but the way the characters experience optimism is still rife with sacrifice and harsh undeniable truths. 

This very unique perspective compared to a lot of similar media is refreshing in its own way and kept me questioning what I knew. You couldn’t often easily predict the conclusions characters would come to because they are not what you may have come to expect from other media. One major character, Erwin Smith, is a great example of the kind of ideas Attack on Titan will throw around. His character is labeled as a demon by some, but a hero by the same people as well. The necessity of pain and sacrifice underlies all progress and achievement and he knows it and so do many others, even if it’s hard to accept. Having to create guidelines bound by the rules and expectations of reality only makes them that much more applicable to real life and real war. 

Despite all this, the series never feels outright preachy. Characters dwelling on the meaning of what’s happening to them is specific to which character and which circumstances. It doesn’t feel nearly like the author is writing an essay about the way things are or should be while using characters as mouthpieces and more just people in a hard situation trying to make meaning out of the meaningless suffering around them. Agreeing or disagreeing with any point as a reader or viewer isn’t portrayed as wrong in any case it’s more a vehicle for thought as well as phenomenal character building.  Like real war, none of the questions presented have a genuine correct answer. The character Levi himself at some point in the story even admits that as a veteran in battle, he can never be truly sure of his choices.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

The amount of respect and purpose Attack on Titan treats its frequent suffering with is key to the experience as a whole. While a series with just good writing all around and good reasons for its fame, something that in my opinion makes it feel like something special and something that captivated me is the overall gravity of the story. Without being effective at intensity and discomfort as well as in dealing with said discomfort, the story just wouldn’t feel real. And if it doesn’t feel real, it won’t feel like it matters. This series matters quite a lot to myself and many others and I hope this is at least a glimpse as to why.

#attack on titan #psychology #article #manga #anime #hajime isayama #analysis #reality #no spoilers

[ofmenoetius]

✖ ▒ OH, WHAT A COINCIDENCE! i was just thinking of [ PATROCLUS SON OF MENOETIUS ]. most swear their resemblance to [ SEAN TEALE ] is unmistakable, but he has / they have been around since the [ BRONZE AGE ]. it is rumoured that the [ DEMIBOY ] was born in [ OPUS ] in the year [ 1205 BC ], even though they don’t look a day over [ THIRTY ]. what a shame, though: they were once famed for being [ HONEST ] and [ PASSIONATE ] ; yet now, they seem more and more [ RESERVED ] and [ MERCURIAL ]. but while [ PATROCLUS ] spends their days working as a [ HARPIST FOR THE LONDINIUM SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA ], they are already notorious around town for [ UNSENT LOVE LETTERS ADDRESSED TO NO ONE ; BANDAGED FINGERS AND CALLOUSED HANDS ; A BEAT UP OLD FLIP PHONE ; THE FAINT SCENT OF COFFEE AND CARDAMOM ]. when you live forever, you might as well make the most of it. 

hi, hello –– i’m bella + also the worst !! this is my baby patroclus who’s one part powerpuff girl, two parts physical embodiment of the eyeroll, and generally just has really bad frown lines from being in a Bad Mood for like thousands of years or whatever. ( will not get botox sadly, someone convince him ) anyway –– i am here for every single plot of every single kind !! just like this and / or hmu on discord @ halaldaddy#3725 !!

TASK ONE : THE RUNDOWN

▼ STATISTICS.

full name: patroclus, son of menoetius.

moniker / nickname: officially goes by patrick in 2020, and he has the fake ids to prove it. generally isn’t the biggest fan of nicknames. 

titles: tbd.

gender && pronouns: demi-boy && he / him + they / them. 

dob && age: april 24th, 1205 BC && really old –– about 3224 years old, give or take, but he’s been thirty for a really long time. 

place of birth: opus, greece. 

previous residences: opus, athens, larissa, cape town, cardiff, inverness, paris, milan, caracas, && londinium –– in that order. 

zodiac sign: taurus. 

ethnicity: white && venezuelan. 

sexual orientation: demisexual. 

romantic orientation: homoromantic. 

occupational history: perpetual soldier, squire, orange farmer, lutist, revolutionary, boxer, harpist. among others. 

▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: sean teale.

height: 185 cm && 6′2. 

physical build: mesomorph && visibly muscular && painfully straight back from years of his father’s voice still stuck in his head. ( it’s 2020, maybe he really should go to therapy for his daddy issues, but how do you tell a therapist your dad died before the trojan war ?? asking for a friend. )

eye colour and shape: dark brown && hooded, really long lashes which he does oil at night && also lines his eyes with kohl. it’s habit. 

hair colour and style: dark, cropped, usually trimmed neatly. 

usual expression: bored, reluctant smile.

accent and speech style: heavily accented english, but it’s impossible to pin down where he might be from. speaks spanish and greek with more ease than he does english.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: both ear lobes pierced, gold studs in both. a shield tattooed on his left flank. plenty of scars –– one across his right eyebrow, scarred && calloused hands, a very large scar that refused to heal right on his left shoulder. 

clothing style: anything he can find, really ; athletic for the most part, but smart button-downs ( always button-downs, never button ups ) for work. 

jewellery and accessories: a thin, gold chain around his neck ; his an engraved ring hangs from it, tucked away. a deliberate collection of rings on his fingers: a curved edge, yellow gold signet ring from a third-generation foundry in greece ; a classic medusa ring picked up in florence during the renaissance ; a turquoise inlaid silver signet ring ; a silver plated band, worn on his left thumb.

▼ FAMILY.

father: menoetius, deceased ( thank fuck ). 

mother: philomela, deceased. 

siblings, if any: myrto, his sister. 

extended relations: none that he knows. 

significant other(s): achilles && only achilles. it could only ever be achilles.

children: none, except his –– 

household pet(s): he has two tabby cats named menelaus and ajax ( just a little fun joke for himself, okay –– don’t @ him. ) 

▼ FAVOURITES.

colour: gold ; every shade. 

weather: storms –– it reminds him of mornings spent inside, the air sticky and humid, sweat on his upper lip and a laugh on his tongue. 

food item: he’s a vegetarian –– he always has been, especially since he didn’t always have food, especially during the 1100s. so yeah, patroclus isn’t exactly picky –– anything veg and vaguely edible’s fine –– but he does love a vegan burger ( normal cheese, please ). the perks of the 21st century. okay, and he loves green olives. 

beverage: he’s a stereotype, he loves red wine. ( fine, he hates wine –– he likes tequila. )

time of day: late at night, late enough that the streets are quiet and the air feels thin and he can breathe deeply. 

television genre: not that patroclus has time to watch tv –– plus he’s got one of those old picture tube tvs from the dinosaur era –– but he loves a good underwater documentary. and shark week. and the history channel –– he likes to catch what they got wrong. 

favourite era lived: he’d do anything to go back to the day before he died –– anything. to say a proper goodbye, to say all the very many things he’d never said because he thought he had all the time in the world. but also, he really loved the ‘70s in londinium.

▼ PERSONALITY.

hobbies: boxing && reading && falling asleep in the sun. 

pet peeves: people talking in circles && liars. 

phobias: patroclus doesn’t like drowning. he’s died of drowning once && come back from it, but he absolutely hated it. he’ll take anything over it. 

allergies: coffee. which is fine, because patroclus likes green tea anyway. ( well, green tea with like three whole spoonfuls of honey. )

mbti type: isfj – t.

enneagram type: 

35% the challenger.

48% the skeptic.

22% the peacemaker.

positive traits: passionate && honest && loyal && dependable.

negative traits: reserved && mercurial && blunt && pessimistic && headstrong && forlorn.

morning routine: goes for a run every morning before dawn, goes to a boxing class, has breakfast at the bookshop on the way home, and gets to work at least an hour early. it’s boring and it’s too familiar and patroclus wouldn’t change it –– he’d rather have predictable than the alternative. he’s tired of losing people and places and old routines, so he’s holding on to this one until he has to move again in another twenty years.

beauty routine: nothing really ; patroclus keeps his beard neat and his hair trimmed. he oils and curls his lashes, oils his beard. he misses baths –– big baths that you could sit in and just stay in until you pruned. but he only has a shower in his apartment now. 

sleeping habits: patroclus hasn’t slept through the night since before his first death ; nowadays, it’s a few hours of sleep at a time, and plenty of nightmares to keep him company. the good thing is, he’s very used to waking up early –– rather than tossing and turning or watching his ceiling until dawn, he’s up and out of bed. 

oldest belonging: he doesn’t have anything –– nothing. patroclus always leaves things behind, always. it’s easier that way. and sure, he regrets it sometimes. but there’s no use crying over the past, right? not when he has an endless future. 

living space && home: it’s small –– it’s really small. but it has bay windows, a shitty little terrace with doors that the wind knocks open, and plants everywhere. there’s a kingsize mattress on the ground, one set of sheets total and they’re made of cotton-silk. orange, of course.  

INTRODUCTION : tw death ; tw war .

his childhood wasn’t pretty. patroclus was born too skinny, too weak –– maybe not sickly, but he wasn’t wanted. he wasn’t loved. he was born into a war, and his war was his father. his war was his father’s shame. so when he killed another by accident –– in anger, in frustration, by mistake –– his father was more than happy to ship him off ; and somehow, that was the greatest gift his father could have ever given him. thanks, dad. 

it’s been so long, everything feels like a dream. it feels too sunlit and too warm to the touch. it feels too easy. and sure, he can’t remember all that much about it. but he remembers achilles. he remembers being so happy that he felt sick to his stomach. but he doesn’t remember hector’s knife in his stomach or dying that very first time. but he remembers waking up to hades in the underworld, and he remembers the sickening realisation that he could never go back ever again –– he was here, and he was alive, and he still had to leave everything he once knew behind. 

patroclus didn’t want money or fame ; he’d only ever wanted a love to call his own and a place to call his home. and since he’d lost both already, he was tired. so he went off to work on an orange farm, right at the edge of the world –– or well, the edge of his world. he was still in greece, news travelling to them every few months or years, and it was alright. he was away from the rest of the world, labouring under the cruel sun and sleeping into the cool night, and waking up to do it all over again. he smiled at the kids on his way into town and gave them an armful of oranges each. and then when people began to wonder whywhywhy he wasn’t aging, patroclus moved on to the next village –– and then the next, and then the next. 

it was 1465 + he was in florence when he saw a lute again –– a laugh escaping him before he could start to remember when he last laughed out loud. it reminded him of home, of a long time ago. so he began to play for money and food and a place to stay. and it took him all over the world –– meeting people who’d die before he’d reach his next destination and learning things he’d never be able to forget. 

going to war became a habit. the crusades, the gallic wars, the jacobite rising, the war of the roses, the french revolution, the seven weeks war, world war i, the russian revolution, world war ii, and so very many more –– patroclus wasn’t really fighting, but he was trying. he was trying to make sure some good came out of them, that there was some death that he could stop, some blows he could take if it meant another lived. but at some point, he just couldn’t keep doing it anymore. his heart hurt and his nightmares followed him in the daylight. 

now, well –– he’s a harpist for the londinium symphony. patroclus has been her for all of about 12 years now ; he doesn’t want to move, not yet. but throughout his many, many lifetimes, he’s perfected and loved the harp –– it’s the only thing he recognises in this brave new world, and he’s going to hang onto it for as long as he can. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

survival of the stubborn: a mentor, someone patroclus met after a long, long time of being immortal, but someone who taught him to stop being completely miserable and enjoy the time they have. if it wasn’t for this person, patroclus probably wouldn’t have lasted all that long.

death becomes you: immortal friends ; the gang, the squad. the ride or dies –– so to speak. they can go decades without talking or meeting, but they get together again every fifty years and know they can rely on each other. plus, they can literally whatsapp each other now –– like, what. 

orange you glad to see me: he worked on an orange farm in greece after their first death in about 1200 BC, and met this person there. maybe this person owned the farm, maybe this person was just a guest of the owners, maybe they also worked on the farm, or maybe they just met each other in the village nearby –– but they met again years and years and years later and it was a lowkey lightbulb moment of oh, so i’m not alone out here for patroclus !! 

please turn the music off: musician friends + members of the orchestra ( mortal or immortal ) + anyone who’s into music and they might have met each other over the years !! perhaps a mentor or maybe they even totally hate each other, but just about any type of music relation !!

encore, encore: patroclus worked / played in a few different courts over the years –– always the lute or harp –– so this might be someone he might have played for !! 

tequila’s my best friend: drinking buddies !! what it says on the tin. patroclus is a miserable drinker, usually ends up spilling all of his secrets, sometimes ends up breaking things. 

the war followed me back home: patroclus served in plenty of wars until 1950 –– far too many, with new names and new titles and new ranks every time. to do some good in the world. or maybe they were just chasing their first death at hector’s hands. either way –– this is someone they might have served with !! could be a commanding officer ; a fellow soldier ; or even a doctor / nurse !!

old enemies, new friends: people he just doesn’t get along with. at all. ever. they’re always hated each other, maybe they even killed each other a few times, but just some sort of enemies !!

more to be added !!

#this is so long i hate myself #im so sorry #qismat.intro #qismat.task #qismat.taskone

[go-foxes]

01/BASICS

Full Name: Colin Nicholas Jessup Nickname: None Birthday: July 27th Gender: Cis Male Sexual Orientation: Gay Astrological Sign: Leo (Leo I, The Week of Authority). Libra Moon.  Spoken Languages: English Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada Relationship Status: Single 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: references to drug abuse, abuse, and prostitution/sexual abuse

02/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Brown, usually “artfully tousled” (meaning he spends a lot of time on it but he doesn’t want you to know, but you can totally tell—no one’s hair defies gravity like that all on its own) Eye Color: Blue Face Claim: Maxence Danet-Fauvel Height: 6′0″ Tattoos: None (but considering something trashy, Exy-related, or both) Piercings: None Unique Attributes: Small scar through his left eyebrow, the result of a mugging during his senior year of high school

03/PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Charismatic, fun, loyal, adaptable, quick-witted Negative Traits: Manipulative, selfish, jealous, dishonest, impulsive Hobbies/Interests: Exy is the cornerstone that he’s built his life around, the one thing he tried to keep constant in all the years he spent moving around as a child. It wasn’t always possible: some of his schools didn’t have teams, or weren’t willing to let a new kid onto them in the middle of the season, but he was always determined to play. He’s always been an extrovert: that same feeling of always running out of time made it important for him to make an entrance, make a good first impression, and make friends quickly. When it was just him and his mom, and everything that came with that, things like being on an Exy team and being popular in school made him feel normal—something he desperately wanted to be. He loves gossip of all kinds, whether it’s prying into his teammates’ personal lives or collecting random knowledge about celebrities he’ll never meet, he loves being the person who knows things. And though the road was something he both loved and hated—often at the same time—in all the years he spent with his mother, he still has an affinity for exploring new places, bad roadside attractions, and tacky souvenirs. He sleeps better on the team bus than he does in his own bed—after an hour or so of the familiar feeling of wheels underneath him, he’s out.  Major/Minor: Sports Communication Insecurities: Colin has a near-compulsive need to be the center of attention, and to be liked. He tries hard to read people and situations and molds himself to fit them, but then he worries that people only like him because he’s somehow tricked them into it. He tends to feel threatened by other people’s relationships and friendships, and to have an all-or-nothing approach to relationships: if someone doesn’t like him best, then it’s almost like it doesn’t count and they don’t like him at all. He’s intense about people: he wants to find the cracks in their defenses, worm his way underneath, find out what makes them tick. It’s interest, but a selfish kind: he likes feeling like he has power over people, likes being able to predict their reactions. He knows that he’s manipulative, and worries that, deep down, he isn’t a good person, and that if people really know him they won’t like or love him. More than anything, Colin has the urge to make something of himself, to be remembered. Nothing scares him more than the idea that, if he were to disappear tomorrow—as he disappeared from so many schools and so many cities growing up—people would forget about him, that it’d be like he was never there, or like he never existed at all.  Quirks/Eccentricities: He likes to fit himself into small spaces despite his not-so-small size (especially cuddling, he’s the german shepherd who thinks he’s a lapdog), and is extremely touchy-feely with anyone who will put up with it. He has a tendency to take innocuous items from his teammates’ dorm rooms (batteries out of a tv remote, a spoon from the kitchen) just to see if they’ll notice. He really loves knickknacks and assorted kitsch and will make sure to get something from every city they travel to for games, even if it’s just an airport keychain or a mini plastic snowglobe.  MBTI Type: ESFP-T, “The Entertainer” (More so than things though, Entertainers love to pay attention to people. They are talkative, witty, and almost never run out of things to discuss. For people with this personality type, happiness and satisfaction stem from the time they spend with the people they enjoy being with.) Enneagram Type: Type Seven, “The Enthusiast” (Sevens are extroverted, optimistic, versatile, and spontaneous. Playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over-extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness.) Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Temperament: Sanguine

04/FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Dawn Jessup (Mother), Scott McClain (Father) How do they feel about their family?: Colin didn’t meet his father until he was around ten years old, and hasn’t seen him since he was eleven. His feelings towards his father are uncomplicated contempt: his father was verbally and physically abusive toward Colin’s mother, and occasionally Colin himself, and used Colin as a pawn to attempt to control his mother. His feelings towards his mother are much more complicated. For most of his life, she instilled a belief in him that it was them against the world, and their transitory life prevented him from forming other strong relationships, meaning that Colin felt like she was the only person who really knew, understood, and loved him, a sentiment that she encouraged. His dissatisfaction with their lifestyle, and his anger with her, grew throughout his teen years, and reached a breaking point when she pushed him into prostitution to pay their debts—she argued that it was nothing that she hadn’t done for him in the past, and he tried to believe her and not feel angry and betrayed. His own anger often made him feel selfish: she often told him how much she had suffered for him, struggled for him, that he was older now and it was his turn. He left his mother at eighteen, partially in an effort to leave before all the love he’d felt towards her turned to hatred and keep what good memories he had of her intact. He hasn’t spoken with her since, as they have no means of communication. Though sometimes he considers trying to find her, it’s not an impulse he’s followed through on, and he generally considers those desires a sign of weakness. He feels like, if he does, then it’d be admitting that she was right. That it wasn’t that bad.  How does their family feel about them?: His father likely hasn’t thought of Colin in many years—when he couldn’t find Colin’s mother and Colin, it was only a matter of time before he found someone else as vulnerable as Colin’s mother, and perhaps easier to control. Even when Colin went back to his hometown, they didn’t cross paths. He’d stopped looking for Colin; and going back to Vegas wasn’t about his father at all, for Colin. Colin’s mother harbors a lot of guilt: she’s always wanted her son to have a better life than she could give him, and most of the arguments that she and Colin got into were her trying to rationalize her own behavior—to herself more than to him. Colin doesn’t hold much hope of ever seeing her again: he believes that, since he was the one to leave, she’ll respect his decision and not track him down. That is, of course, if the life she lived—the one that he used to live with her, the one that was always on the edge—hasn’t killed her. He tries not to think about it, but the possibility always lingers in the back of his mind.  Pets: None. Sometimes they crashed in places with dogs, or his mom dated someone with dogs, but they were never really his. They always felt like what he wanted though, what he thought he might get when they first moved in with Colin’s father: the stable life, the solid family, the dog. He still thinks about it, mostly on his summer road trips, or when he needs to get out of Palmetto for the weekend and just drive, what it’d be like to have a dog in the seat next to him, hanging its head out the window.  Where do they live?: Colin’s suite in Fox Tower is the only semi-permanent residence he has. After one summer spent in Palmetto, Colin prefers to spend his summers on the road: crashing on teammates’ couches or sleeping in his car, pretending that he has somewhere to go. He usually ends up back in Vegas, where he still has some friends from his high school team. He doesn’t have a home there, but it’s as close as he comes to the feeling of home, of belonging somewhere.  Description of their home: See above Description of their bedroom: Used to living out a backpack and not having many possessions, he’s collected a bunch of odds and ends since coming to Palmetto, some of it functional and some of it not. He’ll take the odds and ends that graduating Foxes have left behind, or other Palmetto students have left outside of their dorms at the end of the year. Loves the free section of Craigslist. Everything he’s accumulated has a tendency to spread itself out throughout the suite’s bedroom and into the living areas. His clothes are never in their hamper, whether they’re dirty or clean, and the rest of his belongings seem to spread themselves out like they have a life of their own. If you ask him about it, he says that he likes having his stuff where he can see it. Or that he likes marking his territory.

05/THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert Optimist or Pessimist? An optimism at heart, even though he tries not to be.  Leader or Follower? Leader Confident or Self-Conscious? Externally confident, Internally more self-conscious than he lets on Cautious or Careless? Careless with his actions, Cautious with his expectations Passionate or Apathetic? Passionate Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Street Smarts Compliments or Insults? Compliments

06/FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Green Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: His style is actually pretty basic. Outside of practices, he wears a lot of Palmetto gear, sweatpants and obnoxiously orange sweatshirts. His going out clothes tend to be a uniform of jeans and plain v-necks, tight but otherwise nondescript, so it’s less notable that he doesn’t have a ton of clothes outside of the Palmetto swag he’s accumulated as a Fox. When it gets cold in Palmetto, he’s the douchebag that will resist wearing a coat for as long as humanly possible. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Will listen to just about everything, but has a special affinity for classic rock/Americana that makes him think of his mother, and likes pop/EDM to work out to and listen to psych himself up for games. Will sing terribly without any shame, and always fights to be the one controlling the music during gym hours or bus rides. Favorite Movies: Most of the time, if it isn’t funny or full of explosions, he’s not sitting through it. Secretly loves romcoms, though he’ll pretend it’s just to heckle them.  Favorite Books: Colin has a very short attention span, and doesn’t really read for fun. If asked, he’d probably say Harry Potter, but that’s mostly because he’s actually read it and he knows everyone else has too Favorite Foods/Drinks: He’s a growing boy: bring on the french fries, pizza, and ice cream. No one ever made his vegetables and he’s still a somewhat picky eater.  Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Exy—that’s about it. He’s loyal to the Foxes, of course, and the U.S. Court.  Favorite Time of Day: He’s absolutely a night owl, and has his alarm in the mornings timed perfectly so that he gets as much sleep as possible before rolling out of bed and making it to practice on time. Favorite Weather/Season: Summer, but he lets everyone know that he’s from a desert, and doesn’t fuck with humidity. Favorite Animal: He loves any and all dogs.

#COLIN. #COLIN: INSP