#I Should Write Something | Musings

[phantomuheist]

Be fabulous!

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

YOU SAID YOU’D COME AND GET ME BUT YOU WERE 25 AND THE SHELF LIFE OF THOSE FANTASIES HAS EXPIRED

[aparticularbandit]

it is important to me that you understand that:

junko has no luck (and when she does, it's bad luck)

nagito has fantastic luck, but it always comes at a cost - for every moment of good luck, there is also a moment of bad luck; the higher the good luck he wants, the greater the sacrifice of bad luck he needs first (see case 5)

izuru has luck with no cost, which makes his luck better than nagito's; he's the inverse of junko, but his luck is downloaded, fake, contrived (like the rest of his talent is)

this must be combined with:

junko can calculate and anticipate anything provided she has access to the right dataset (the better she knows someone/something, the better she can manipulate them/it - this extends to talent as well; the more data she has on how someone's talent functions, the better she can imitate it, which is why she can't imitate ryota's animation as completely in the way that she wants (different talents have different rates in terms of how much she needs to analyze them, though))

nagito can deduce but he cannot mimic; he dabbles in manipulation, but he is much more of a servant to someone else's goals, which means his analysis is always in service to someone else (kyoko is similar but not quite the same; kyoko can get to the point of deducing fast enough to prevent things, which is a lot more similar to junko's analysis, just used in a different way; kyoko's more straight forward than junko is, which is why deduce and not analyze)

izuru's analysis functions the same as junko's does, except that he doesn't need to analyze someone else's talent to mimic it; he has had talent downloaded straight into him like neo in the matrix; if he wants more talents than the ones he already has, he's gonna need them downloaded again, probably

as a result:

junko's weakness is luck and incomplete data sets; an incomplete (or wrong) data set leads to a miscalculation, and when something relies on luck and cannot be precalculated or predicted, then junko falls. she relies hard on her analysis, which gives her a blind spot. (junko, however, is aware of this. that's why she has both nagito and izuru on deck; in the hope calculation that their luck, correctly used, will allow her to predict things that happen by chance as well)

nagito's weakness is his reliance on his luck. he believes in his luck. his luck will take care of him. he can't control how it works, and he can't control how the bad luck will happen or who it will happen to, but he doesn't need to analyze something for his luck to get him out of it (and the smaller the chance that something will happen, the more likely it will happen to him; his luck works on an inverse to everyone else's, basically, so what's the point of predicting things on what is most likely to happen when, for him, it will probably be the other way around)

izuru could cover his incomplete data sets with his luck, but tends to rely so completely on his luck to cover his ass that he stops analyzing and leaves himself open there - he should be the strongest of the two, but really tends to leave him with more weaknesses until he figures out how to use the two in conjunction; something junko has figured out but cannot do because her luck is not her own

[geodethecrow]

I think you could measure life in green beans if you wanted to. measure a child’s changing mind with their like or dislike of the long, thin green legumes, measure the growth of their hand along the length of a pod. how many of the dry, shelled beans can I hold today? how many could I hold at age seven, their bushes up to my sternum rather than my thigh now? oh, and that’s another way to measure life on their rough stalks, in height against the poles or cornstalks twined around with vaguely heart-shaped leaves.

obviously there’s also the measurement of the seasons in stages of harvest and canning time, eating and planting, and the growing season fraught with bugs to pick off and diseases to keep watch for, but also full of nourishing rain and warming, vibrant sunlight to shade your eyes from. the clink of jars boiling in the canning bath mirrors the clink of dry beans pouring into jars for saving, both of which will be twisted open not too far in the future as another year rolls by and another generation of green beans grows along with us.

[solar-halos]

paul isn’t percy’s step father he’s the father that stepped up

[kerryweaverlesbian]

The Winchester brothers? Oh I think you mean Sam Leahy and Dean Singer <3 I think their mom is Mary Campbell-Winchester so maybe that's where you got confused <3

[mountainofhistory]

"Y... you know, it's kind of embarrassing to be standing out here in a swimsuit like this. I didn't expect...." A deep, nervous breath, slowly let out.

[darabeatha]

/ I never ended up writing him

[missmugiwara]

Me with my writer pals, seeing they're all slowly falling in love with a certain rubber pirate captain:

[longagoitwastuesday]

I actually like the last chapter. I think the ideas are very good. I have my qualms on how some things were managed, as I always do, but I think shonen authors get tangled in the expectations of a shonen to the point it jeopardises their writing, often even when they're not lacking in skills

[phantomuheist]

Why can't you go home?

You enjoy running too much

It's thrilling, I'll give you that. But eventually you'll get tired. Eventually you'll slow to a halt and realise nothing around you looks familiar. You'll be lost with no hope of ever returning home again. Turn around now, it's not too late. You can go out running again whenever you like.

Tagged by: @sylviareviar

Tagging: you, if you're cold like me rn

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Forgive me Peter, my lost fearless leader In closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids Is it something I did?

This sounds like a person she'd written about reverently, capturing the memories from their youth and put away for safekeeping, too delicate to be out year-round and exposed to the elements that cause wear and tear.

(I know people have opinions on who the songs are about and everything, I'm just offering an interpretation.)

Putting under a cut for those who don't care for muse talk which I've generally tried to avoid on main lately for reasons

That could obviously be applied to any number of muses we know about, but it to me, put this way, it strikes me that that sounds like how Joe figured in her music over the years.

Joe entered her discography as an honourable man, the one who was high above the whole scene, who stood by her and liked her for her, her port in the storm and the bright spot in a very dark time in her life. And those memories are now recorded for all time in her music. Their coming of age has come and gone and their youth is preserved forever in albums like reputation and Lover.

But, just like that wool sweater you put away after winter or the wedding dress you can't part with, those memories had to be delicately cared for, put away in the cedar closet to prevent moths from chewing through and the fabric from disintegrating. Or, in other words, what's saved in the music are moments of time, the dreams spun under a set of circumstances that couldn't last yearlong.

And what also couldn't brave the elements was the painting she created of their relationship. The man who was her guiding light in a storm withered away to one who resented her and lost his way in their relationship. She once looked to him to help orient herself and their life together, but somewhere along the way their ships found different paths. Perhaps as though someone who once stood by their convictions as a guiding force somehow retreated into themselves and their demons.

The "is it something I did?" always kind of gets me, because it's the "what if/what happened?" questioning of herself that's found in so many other songs. (Namely to me, How Did It End?) What is she wondering? Is it something she did that caused him to lose his way? Is it something she did that made him never meet her where she was? Was there something she could have done to hold on longer, or make the candle burn brighter? There's so much said in so little and you can feel the sorrow seep through even in just a few lines.

I'm fully aware that the song can be interpreted in so many other ways about other muses so I'm not saying I'm right by any means. (For instance, I know it's also interpreted to be about a long-lost love which applies to... someone else. Which is fair!) It's just how the song struck me! And now I've said my piece and am ready to slink back into a muse-free zone lol.

[iiryoku]

there are two kinds of people

[deathtransformed]

//...I'm feeling kinda angsty for days now...

[tcmpestes]

that joke about forming a polycule to play dnd, but it's to form a light / full party for ffxiv

[sculptambitio]

/ Sometimes I think about single blogs and how straightforward it is to build stuff from there but then I think; 'do I actually have the energy to keep up with single muse blogs-'