#Did any of this make sense

[goshdangronpa]

Does tsumioda fit under traditional sun/moon dynamic? Or do they fit under an unconventional way?

Welcome, anon! Thanks for asking about my favorite ship, it's always a pleasure. I reckon that tsumioda only seems to fit that dynamic. What I love about Danganronpa characters is that they rarely fit so neatly into such a simplistic framework!

Consider Ibuki. Always excited, often peppy, likes to cheer people up. If anyone's the sun, it's our neon-haired rock star! But if you take out the concert lazers and pyrotechnic displays, you get a lonely girl on a darkened stage - which is, after all, our final image of her. Her death is a feigned suicide, made possible after she's been stripped of her distinctive personality and reduced to a mindless, obedient husk. This seems intentional on the writers' part, but what does it mean? I think it represents a deep-seated loneliness inside Ibuki Mioda, implied in other parts of SDR2. She accepts her weird and quirky self, she won't change for anyone else's sake ... but I think she wishes for someone to accept her, too. The sun can shine on its own. Ibuki is clearly not void of joy, but she still needs to rig her own lighting.

Then there's Mikan. Seemingly the picture of a moon type, down to the deep purple shade of her hair. But moon types are usually gloomy, right? She's anxious, easily driven to tears, frequently miserable ... but "gloomy" doesn't quite fit her. Her hopefulness and eagerness for positive social interactions is an underrated aspect of her. It's sad that she gets so much out of a simple good morning from Hajime, but her smile is still pure and adorable and radiant. Maybe she could be a sun type if certain people would just leave her the heck alone! After all, aren't sun types often nurturing figures? Like nurses? She may not have the most selfless motivations or mindset for her chosen career path, but when disease strikes in Chapter 3, only a literal and magical reversal of her personality can stop her from giving everything to aid her affected friends.

So tsumioda can't really be a sun-moon dynamic. I think it's greater than that. Not to totally dismiss an apparently popular type of ship, but doesn't it seem a bit like a one-way street? The moon reflects the sun's light - wonderful! poetic! - but what does the sun get out of it? The pleasure to shine? Ibuki seems to find fulfillment in helping other people, as we see with Hajime in her FTEs. But who'll help her? Who can show that she can be accepted, even loved, for who she is?

I believe Mikan would. She knows all too well what it's like to not feel loved or accepted. She knows loneliness, and the struggle to hold strong against a world that wants to pin her down. She'd never want to dim Ibuki's light, the way so many others dimmed her own. Anyone could expect Ibuki to be the sun in Mikan's sky, banishing the darkness that's long defined her life. My view of tsumioda has always been that Mikan would see through the artifice of Ibuki's light, then nurture a light great enough to brighten their world.

This dynamic shines both ways. When one is in a moon state, the other will be the sun. Yin and yang. That's love, baby.

.......... But that's all just my opinion, based on my own reading of these two characters!

[slutdge]

Listening to my favorite blues songs from the 1920's and 1930's makes me feel... strange in a way I can't really articulate well. The audio quality is awful by today's standards and these people are all long dead. How these songs would sound in person like the audio quality we have today, being performed by the people who wrote them, is lost to time forever. They'll never be heard the way they were meant to be heard ever again. Adjacent to that are musicians like Henry Sloan who tutored other legendary blues musicians like Charley Patton, there are many accounts of how innovative the music he made was and that he was a pioneer of delta blues music and how much people responded to his music, but he left no known recordings. Theres not even a known photograph of him. It makes me feel a weird brand of sadness.

[villanelleskiss]

ellie “i’m just a girl”, who is immune to a fungus that mutilates you into a monster while seemingly growing an ecosystem of her own under her fingernails while going on a near suicide revenge mission with dina to single-handedly kill everyone who [redacted] your father who [redacted] everyone else’s father to not only find out your partner is pregnant and it’s not your child but your best friends who randomly shows up and you two proceed to massacre everyone while driving like a maniac through a desolated city and good thing you learned to swim bc boy, is this city filled with water that you trek through to find the person responsible for your fathers [redacted] but in blinded rage you [redacted] both of her friends who were shitty people to begin with and your clothes are constantly wet and you smell like a month old dead clicker as you travel through santa barbara but at least you only lost two fingers, williams

[imu-chan]

Thinking about how Fuyuhiko and Byakuya are kind of foils…..how both were raised in wealthy households by powerful fathers, and have some issues with arrogance/status, but the thing that differs is corruption. Byakuya’s Togami Corporation is probably used to keeping dealings on the down low, putting up a veneer of propriety. The Kuzuryu clan also deals in the shadow, but they’re obviously a Yakuza family.

From my understanding, the point of the yakuza being a group is that it’s a trusted network of people that have loyalty to each other. Everyone is expected to support the idea of the collective, the family, and everyone is paid in kind. In a business that’s reversed, you are expected to support the business, but with no guarantee of recompense.

While a crime syndicate sticks together no matter what, a business cuts its losses and does whatever it takes to survive. A syndicate circled the drain because it’s trying to hold onto everything, no matter if people want it or not. A business will suck you dry and has no such qualms about loyalty.

Fuyuhiko holds onto Peko, seeing her as a member of the family, while she cares for him but can’t be her own person because she’s programmed to support the family as a whole, not her own individual wants or interests. Even if she can’t be with Fuyuhiko, she can make sure he’s safe and that he’s near her.

Byakuya seeks others as means to an end. He scoffs at notions of friendship as childish, whereas in a yakuza family those are the most important thing. Byakuya doesn’t have a relationship with any of his siblings, save for Shinobu, and even that is a little unhealthy. When he asks Naegi to work for him, he says that it wouldn’t be a standard job, implying that he values Naegi’s abilities and the only way he can think to spend more time with this random person, this lottery-selected, baffling, ordinary person who has somehow intrigued him, it to try and fit him into what he knows—the system.

Fuyuhiko, after losing Peko in DR2 and suffering grievous bodily injuries, is forced to acknowledge people outside his circle, and becomes sincerely devoted to making things right with them, even going so far as to attempt another grievous injury to show his sincerity. I’d say he considers them part of his inner circle, and his arc is really powerful.

Byakuya’s development is much more subtle. While Fuyuhiko’ sis about trusting those that aren’t immediately in his circle, Byakuya’s is about not needing a circle to live. His corporation is gone, the whole world is gone, so he has to work with the people left — who aren’t really business-types. He goes to Towa City to save the beloved friends and family of his remaining and deceased classmates.

He might not know how to directly make people happy, so he might as well bring the people they love the most to do that for him. He’s figuring it out. Fuyuhiko is definitely the mom friend tho, he will make you LISTEN.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[sarcastic-clapping]

LET YOUR DAD DIE: IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S WHAT HE DID TO HIS DAD.

Lestat + Claudia: Patricide & The Cycles of Violence - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) - Catherine Lacy, "Cut" (2019) / Anne Rice, "The Vampire Lestat" (1985) / Anne Rice, "Interview with the Vampire" (1976)

[milo-is-rambling]

Made myself ramen noodles bc I’ve only had toast really since i got sick but I actually had standing energy today so I made a ramen noodle brick real quick and it’s raining and I’m watching all of the midnight gospel (like starting at first episode and curling into bed to watch the entire show) and I’m smoking a little bit bc my throat hurts but my body hurts more so I’m gonna smoke a little so my muscles will relax

[talesfromthecrypts]

Bram Stoker's Dracula // Interview With the Vampire 1.07 (2022)

[tax-ed-ea-taxus]

i've been thinking about Bruce and how he designed his suit. ive never read a DC comic ever but i saw someone post a panel from an issue where bruce melts the gun that killed his parents into a chest plate to protect his heart and thats justice or something On That Note im not sure if this is canon but i know i've read about how when Martha and Thomas got shot Thomas' jaw was shot off and the thought of Bruce using the gun that killed his parents to protect him while he avenges their memory while also leaving his jaw to be the most vulnerable part of his batsuit makes me feel things i cant articulate

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[reasonsforhope]

People ask me sometimes how I'm so confident that we can beat climate change.

There are a lot of reasons, but here's a major one: it would take a really, really long time for Earth to genuinely become uninhabitable for humans.

Humans have, throughout history, carved out a living for themselves in some of the most harsh, uninhabitable corners of the world. The Arctic Circle. The Sahara. The peaks of the Himalayas. The densest, most tropical regions of the Amazon Rainforest. The Australian Outback. etc. etc.

Frankly, if there had been a land bridge to Antarctica, I'm pretty sure we would have been living there for thousands of years, too. And in fact, there are humans living in Antarctica now, albeit not permanently.

And now, we're not even facing down apocalypse, anymore. Here's a 2022 quote from the author of The Uninhabitable Earth, David Wallace-Wells, a leader on climate change and the furthest thing from a climate optimist:

"The most terrifying predictions [have been] made improbable by decarbonization and the most hopeful ones practically foreclosed by tragic delay. The window of possible climate futures is narrowing, and as a result, we are getting a clearer sense of what’s to come: a new world, full of disruption but also billions of people, well past climate normal and yet mercifully short of true climate apocalypse. Over the last several months, I’ve had dozens of conversations — with climate scientists and economists and policymakers, advocates and activists and novelists and philosophers — about that new world and the ways we might conceptualize it. Perhaps the most capacious and galvanizing account is one I heard from Kate Marvel of NASA, a lead chapter author on the fifth National Climate Assessment: “The world will be what we make it.”" -David Wallace-Wells for the New York Times, October 26, 2022

If we can adapt to some of the harshest climates on the planet - if we could adapt to them thousands of years ago, without any hint of modern technology - then I have every faith that we can adjust to the world that is coming.

What matters now is how fast we can change, because there is a wide, wide gap between "climate apocalypse" and "no harm done." We've already passed no harm done; the climate disasters are here, and they've been here. People have died from climate disasters already, especially in the Global South, and that will keep happening.

But as long as we stay alive - as long as we keep each other alive - we will have centuries to fix the effects of climate change, as much as we possibly can.

And looking at how far we've come in the past two decades alone - in the past five years alone - I genuinely think it is inevitable that we will overcome climate change.

So, we're going to survive climate change, as a species.

What matters now is making sure that every possible individual human survives climate change as well.

What matters now is cutting emissions and reinventing the world as quickly as we possibly can.

What matters now is saving every life and livelihood and way of life that we possibly can.

[rhosgobelbun]

between me being a bitch/not being a bitch, being amused by everything/not being amused by anything is the right amount of sleep and right amount to eat and it's not even the recommended healthy amount either. I honestly haven't fucking figured it out.

Bc I could have a beautiful 9 hours of sleep, 3 healthy and tasty meals a day and feel like the way I feel when I've had 2 hours of sleep and 2 not so healthy but filling meal's a day. Like crap. Like shit. Like if someone says one wrong thing i might actually explode even though i really don't want to, but like i can't help it. No amount of breathing exercises help. I want to sleep so bad but no matter what I can't make myself. Even though I had 9 hours. Especially if I had 2.

But then I'll have 4 straight days of 4 or 14 hours of sleep, each with fluctuating meals, from 1 healthy meal and a couple of good snacks one day to 3 horribly unhealthy meals the other, the 3rd day hardly anything to eat but a can of greenbeans and a turkey mayo and cheese sandwich and the forth day 1 healthy meal and then a unhealthy meal and a nice snack in that row and I'll end up being able to laugh and smile and joke while not knowing if I actually feel really sick or if it's all in my head and if I should ignore it and feel thankful I'm at least not being a bitch.

🆘 this shit is so annoying i just want to be like. an octopus. really bad.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[bogdreamz]

korvo lost and farting 0 stars for you my boy