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i'm not sad enough for radiohead lyrics to apply to my life anymore so i made them into blackout poetry with only the bits i can relate to. sorry thom

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random bitter aspiring authors on "writing advice" blogs: Don't make your main characters super special mary sues. don't make them better than other people or more interesting. your main characters should be boring average guys with the personalities of wood pulp

the Epic of Gilgamesh: Gilgamesh was objectively the best man ever. He was the hottest, sexiest, most gorgeous hunk of pure manly awesomeness that ever lived and he used a sword that weighed 120 pounds.

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Random, but a really handy way to make things seem creepy or wrong in horror is to make them incongruously neat or clean:

In the middle of a horrific battlefield, you find one corpse laid aside neatly, straightened and arranged, its arms crossed neatly across its chest

As you walk through the garden, you gradually realise that the oddness you’ve been noticing about the trees is that they are all perfectly symmetrical

As you move through the abandoned house, you realise that suddenly that there’s no dust in this room, no dirt or cobwebs

You hear hideous noises coming from behind a locked door, screams and pleas, and visceral sounds of violence. When you manage to break down the door, there is no one there, and the room is perfectly spotless

In the middle of a horrific battlefield, a hollow full of churned mud and blood, you find five corpses cleanly dismembered, each set of limbs or parts neatly laid out in their own little row

You witness a murder, a brutal, grisly killing that carpets the area in blood. When you return in a blind panic with the authorities, the scene is completely clean, and no amount of examination can find even a drop of blood

You run through the night and the woods with a comrade, pulling each other through leaves and twigs and mud as you scramble desperately towards freedom. When you finally emerge from the forest, in the grey light of dawn, you turn to your companion in relief, and notice that their clothes are somehow perfectly clean

You hand a glass of water to your suspect, talking casually the whole while, and watch with satisfaction as they take it in their bare hand and take a drink. There’ll be a decent set of prints to run from that later. Except there isn’t. There are no prints at all. As if nothing ever touched the glass

You browse idly through your host’s catalogue, and stop, and pay much more attention, when you realise that several items on a dry list of acquisitions are ones you’ve seen before, and it slowly dawns on you that each neat little object and number in this neat little book are things that belong (belonged?) to people you know

Neatness, particularly incongruous neatness, neatness where you expect violence or imperfection or abandonment, or neatness that you belatedly realise was hiding violence, or neatness that is imposed over violence, is incredibly scary. Because neatness is not a natural thing. Neatness requires some active force to have come through and made it so. Neatness implies that the world around you is being arranged, maybe to hide things, to disguise things, to make you doubt your senses, or else simply according to something else’s desires. Neatness is active and artificial. Neatness puts things, maybe even people, into neat little boxes according to something else’s ideals, and that’s terrifying as well. Being objectified. Being asked to fit categories that you’re not sure you can fit, and wondering what will happen to the bits of you that don’t.

Neatness, essentially, says that something else is here. Neatness where there should be chaos says that either something came and changed things, or that what you’re seeing now or what you saw then is not real. Neatness alongside violence says that something came through here for whom violence did not mean the same thing as it does to you.

Neatness, in the right context, in the right place, can be very, very scary

And fun

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yesterday i was talking to a Guy and i asked what time it was and he git really excited and said "time for you to get aaaaa.... SUNDIAL!!" and then started talking about sundials and sounding like a fucking commercial and i pointed out that sundials have to be in one specific spot to work and he got all nervous and asked if i've tried a sextant. what the fuck

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Anyway as I'm reflecting on Finrod and the House of Beor, I've realized their relationship is just centuries of

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Reasons to watch the next Lay of Leithian stream if you haven't already: they get the ideal Finrod-Beren dynamic right, which in my mind is something like

Finrod: 𝓐𝓱, 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓲𝓻! 𝓞𝓯𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓘 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮.

Beren: EVERYBODY I LOVE IS DEAD. TINUVIEL COULD STAB ME AND I WOULD THANK HER. HELP ME ROB SATAN OR I'LL DO IT ALONE!!!!!!

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No April Fool’s jokes this year.  Just a fool.

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Introducing: Unite With Ukraine

What is Unite with Ukraine?

Unite with Ukraine (or UwU, as we from the mod team like calling it), is a fundraising initiative by the Ukrainian World Congress, an umbrella organisation that encompasses all Ukrainian diaspora organisations and represents the interests of about 20 million people. Their initiative is focused on providing medical supplies (such as individual first aid kits), fuel, night-vision goggles, protective equipment (such as vests and helmets), and supplies for keeping vital communications systems going.

How can I donate to UwU?

Through this link for credit card donations. There is also a wire transfer option you can access here.

Before the event, we will create a post with guidance on converting from euro to the relevant currency (in this case, dollars) for donations.

Don’t forget that you need to have your request confirmed by us first before donating so that you can secure a commission slot.

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Wait what’s a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren’t supposed to use the elevator to get down

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Saturday night kittens

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This is so important. Everyone needs to reblog!

galehaut. 

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My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. “He’s only got two balls to make 48 runs”, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someone’s skull. “There’s a free six”, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix

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This interaction. It speaks volumes. I’ve been thinking about this all day.

Ladybug is so in disbelief and denial with CN not having a childhood dream.

Her initial reaction when he refuses to tell her is her interpreting his sadness as embarrassment. 

When he eventually does tell her rather heavily, she brushes it off and instead assumes what he wanted to be.

“You probably wanted to be a magician or fireman.”

It’s rather interesting how she says those particular jobs: as one of them involves playfulness whilst the other involves courage and heroism. Her assumptions about his childhood dream gives us insight to how LB assumes he is behind the mask. Since he seems so goofy, cheerful and bold as CN, that’s the side of him that she’s become used to, and she knows best. She can’t imagine any other side to him because that’s what he portrays. So she assumes his life is as colourful outside the mask as he is wearing it. 

When he tells her again that he really didn’t have one, she’s so in denial that she doesn’t believe it again. She simply says “you must have forgotten”. Because in her eyes, someone as happy-go-lucky as him, must’ve had wild childhood dreams. And of course, her assumptions about his dreams involve heroism, because she knows he has a big heart.

But she can’t see the truth here. She can’t see the sadness behind his words. Or in his eyes. Because she’s not really looking for it. She’s not expecting it. (And also she’s fighting a supervillain).

And it’s not really her fault. It’s not his either. He’s not good with opening up about his vulnerabilities. He portrays the part of himself that he wants her to say, wants to be. And she, she can’t pierce deeper than what she sees due to all the masks, due to all the secrets.

She can’t see that there are things about their partnership that are hurting him - especially this season.

Not only because she’s busy keeping secrets because she’s worried about Chat Blanc and all the horrendous possibilities behind it. But because she can’t read deeper into the boy behind the mask. He’s too good at hiding his vulnerabilities and she’s so used to the image he portrays, the bold, humorous and big-hearted image. And she didn’t really think that this would hurt him. She’s too focused on making sure everything’s alright objectively that she can’t see he feels left out.

There’s so much miscommunication between them. One of them has so many secrets, so many responsibilities, and is trying to avoid bad situations that she’s fooled by the persona her partner displays, unable to acknowledge what’s hurting him. The other is too good at wearing facades, too good at hiding his vulnerabilities and is bad at opening up about his pain.

Especially after the previous episode, Rocketear, their relationship is so tense. Ladybug is so unaware of all the pain Chat feels. And we just have to watch their dynamic crumbling apart, as he’s being revealed to her secrets in less than ideal scenarios, and she has no idea of the damage that’s happening due to the EXTREME lack of communication until it’s going to hit her in the face so badly and she’s going to be so confused and hurt  along with him that she won’t be able to process AT ALL.