#I know I know I did a similar piece with ames but it's Dot

[pinkydoggy83]

💖🌼 --- *inhales* Now presenting: Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III

[tocomplainfriend]

I am mad

Yup!

Bro shut up, she is white - being Latina is not a race, is an not the same as color skin. And she is a second generation immigrant too. So like... this isn't like a Salvadorian person doing a cartoon, is a daughter of Salvadorians... That grew in the USA. Being Latino doesn't mean you aren't white, you can be any race and Latino. Still wouldn't make up for the lack of representation or the existing racism. In the piece of media that's "diverse".

Salvadorian is not a race, LMAO. That's crazy- you think someone from Argentina who is white, is not white cause of their nationality??? Being Latino and having that culture does not equal a race. It's in itself a racist thing. This Latino = Race is terrible, It also comes from the idea of the "You are not Latino because you are not brown", assuming all people from Latino America are brown by default. You know how much has that happen to me? -AND MANY OTHER PEOPLE.

(I'm Latino btw)

I already have an older post about it, but - you can really see the lack of diversity in the show a lot. (Will talk about it even more other day).

Again the main thing you get is MEN, hypersexual skinny queer men (cis). You won't get to see female characters being well written, thought all the season 1 and all the episodes we got rn of season 2. All characters are skinny and similar body types and repetitive design choices. Funny enough, shows that lack of human characters still have better race-coding that helluva. (and well in hazbin you'll get POC characters that are gray, lack all ethic features... even when they are humanoid. So that is great.)

Bro you could, you imagine a character being black and having different textured hair, and you go to hell... AND EVEN THO YOU ARE HUMANOID- your hair became straight and spiky, and you are now a light gray? If you build a world like that... it just seems like the perfect racist excuse to delete ethic features out a POC character because you don't want to draw them. "Not going to a single hint of their race/culture unless it revolves on their death"... If the character became a fucking coin with dot eyes, maybe (not really, shows with no human/humanoid characters still are capable to race-code their characters). But all of these characters are humanoid- why do none of them have their different characteristics? Also, this is about a real person in the real world choosing how to design a character.

This tweet also implies that a black character when they were a life they had ethic features, but lose them when they go to hell. Which is even more fucking stupid.

If a white person with straight hair goes to hell, and their hair remains straight (assuming it has nothing to do with their death), why wouldn't there be black people with textured hair? This is dumb. This goes back to the fucking thing of "No black people in fantasy media", In the same way, it's stupid for fantasy stories to revolve around white people characteristics in fictional species and people in that world- not including all the rest of diverse human characteristics POC people have it's crazy. The biggest problem here is why the fuck all Viv's sinners characters (main characters designed by her) that are supposed to black (or mixed like Alastor) have 0 characteristic. THEY ARE HUMANOID, THEY AREN'T EVEN ABSTRACT OR AN ANIMAL OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. She didn't want to draw that nor change designs, and wanted to justify the whole concept of Alastor even using Voodou.

HOW ARE ALL THE ANGELS THAT VIV WANTS TO BE BLACK (black voice actors specified, or are race specified) HAVE NOTHING??? LIKE HELLO THE 'I'm such a nice angel character girl' HAS SPIKY STRAIGHT HAIR??? SHE IS AN ANGEL AND BLACK, WHY DIDN'T YOU DID HER HAIR TO BE CLOUDS- It's THE EASIEST SHIT YOU COULD’VE DONE.

BOOM! A FUCKING TROLL FROM A KIDS MOVIE WITH DIFFERENT HAIR. BOOM! THE FUNK TROLLS ARE SO EXPLICITLY BLACK CODED.

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Bro, you know this whole thing of people with textured hair have to forcefully straighten their hair or wear wogs to a job... because people consider it ""Unprofessional"" cause racism? The erasure and discrimination of POC people and their features is a problem. That's why it is important to people represent all of those things:

(Marvel's Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur)

The only reason of why Alas tor is even mixed is purely cause Viv used the Voodou symbols because she thought they were creepy and edgy. It's sucks that all the angels and sinners that are supposed to be black have nothing.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

A nice bottle of wine

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader - 18+

Words: 2916

Warnings: oral(m! & f!receiving), fingering, lowkey brat-taming, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't do this kids), angry sex, rough sex, groping, nipple play, hickeys, aftercare, marking, creampie, bruising, language

Summary: You're an executive in the Port Mafia, playing cards with Chuuya. After a bottle of wine (or two) the game develops into a strip poker and (dot dot dot).

Author's note: Just fyi, wine sends you to happy land faster than anything. And I have no idea how to do this trope, I hope you enjoy it if that's your thing. And you know how I am, I can't NOT turn it into love. Also what am I doing with my life?

"Nice seeing you here, fancyhat", you said, closing the door to the executive lounge behind you.

Chuuya let out an annoyed grunt. "Piss off", he said.

You chuckle as you make your way to the table. "What's gotten you into such a bad mood?", you lean towards him, "Did Dazai do something to piss you off again?"

"I told you not to say that name in front of me", he growls.

"He's just playing with you, you know", you sigh as you take a seat across from him, "You're very easy to manipulate for a single reason".

You let that hook dangle in front of him as the two of you sit in silence. It is not long before curiosity gets the better of him and urges him to ask what you mean.

"Isn't it obvious?", you raise your shoulder.

"No, not to me", he mocks.

You smile as you reach to caress his jaw. He draws back, cheeks flustered as he screams "What The HELL?".

"See?", you wink, "That's the reason"

Time passes and the boss is running late. The bottle of wine Chuuya had brought for the meeting is drained little by little by the two of you. To battle the boredom you take out a deck of cards and suggest a poker game. It's easy to wire Chuuya in and play; all one has to do is claim he can't. Yet it's surprising to see that he is extremely skilled. Most shockingly, his poker face is astoundingly well-built, with no space for any sort of interpretation of his feelings, unlike in his everyday life. Even teasing him does not seem to shake him off, other than tinting his cheeks with a slight reddish hue.

"Might if I change the deal?", he asks in earnestness after a few rounds as he takes a look at his new cards.

You raise one of your eyebrows. "To what?"

"We'll play some rounds", Chuuya rearranges his cards, "Each time I win I will remove one piece of clothing from you"

There's no jest in his tone and neither in his eyes. I can feel the weight of his gaze upon me, serious and predatory, as he waits for my answer.

"Why do you want to do that?", you ask curiously.

"Cause I want to", he says.

His gaze is sure and penetrating as it fixes upon you. A blush creeps onto your cheeks. "You understand I am obligated to ask something similar, don't you Chuuya?", you challenge that steel gaze.

"Will you ask to put them back on?"

"No", you lean towards him, "I want you to remove one of yours"

He scoffs. "Works for me", he says, "Although I doubt you'll get more than one on me"

"We'll see", you smirk back at him.

The first game is won by Chuuya.

"Let's start with the jacket", he moves behind your chair. He pulls it off of your shoulders, his fingers caressing your skin. He plants a kiss at the side of your neck, a kiss and a bite which has your ears redden. You turn away but you know he is smiling at your reaction. You restrain your flustered expression. A game like this could only have one resolution, you knew that. But it was weird how the same Chuuya, who quipped and scoffed at your teasing and flirtations was now, after some wine, forward and teasful himself.

Piece after piece your clothes disappear along with your chances of getting the upper hand. "Rules are rules", Chuuya says as his fingers unbutton your shirt. He plants a kiss where your neck meets your head, sucking at the soft skin while his hands play with your loose hair.

You want to call his name. You have been wanting him to do something, anything, since the day you first laid eyes on him. Yet even after years and years of working under Mori's orders, even after climbing to the top of the food chain of those who rule the nights of Yokohama, he was as untouchable as the first day. But not today. Today he took step after step bringing the two of you together. You did not care if what he wanted was one night or something more. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. You wanted him. Even if all he gave was a night you'd take it over nothing at all at this point.

The next game is yours. "What will it be?", Chuuya asks bluntly, pretending not to care.

"The hat", you smile devilishly.

Chuuya blushes in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "HUH?", his tongue rattles, "Are you seriously choosing the HAT?"

"Rules are rules", you mock back.

He lets out a growl before slamming the hat on the table. "You could have chosen something better you know", he says annoyed.

"I don't want to", your mind is too slowed down by wine to stop you from climbing on the table, your hand reaching for his ginger hair. You entwine his locks with your fingers; you are mesmerized by how soft it is.

"If you're drunk, pick up your clothes and leave", Chuuya turns his head away, "Do it now"

"I'm fine here", you say, "I still have time to turn this around"

"May I propose an ultimatum then?", he asks seriously.

"Go on"

"Whoever wins the next one gets to give the other one order", with your bra long discarded, his thumb traces your naked nipple.

You chuckle. "That hasn't worked that well for you in the past you know", you say, "Do you have something in mind to suggest this?"

"Do you want me to spell it out?", Chuuya stands from his chair. He leans towards you as you sit on the table, his hands dragging you closer to him by the hips. "I want to fuck that smirk off of you", his lips hover above yours, "right here on this table".

You want nothing more than to capture his lips. They are so close you can feel the weight of his breath on your tongue. Your body aches to close the distance between you, but you straighten your back and gaze back at him defiantly. "You know what they say about short men", you mock.

"Do you want me to choke you on it?", he growls.

"If I win", you palm his half-hard length over his black trousers, "I'll take your choker and leave you like this"

You pull away faster than he can touch you. You deal the cards yourself, even though you hope to lose.

"I'll make sure they can hear you down on the ground floor", he says with the best poker face you have ever seen. You cannot tell whether he is bluffing you or if you truly should pass the next hand.

"Are you this confident you'll win this time?", you ask even though he has already managed to undress you this much, "From what I've heard you have incredibly bad luck at poker when it matters the most"

"That's because I was playing with that waste of good bandages", he says plainly, "I may not be able to read his moves but I can read yours clear as day"

You take a chance to bet; a full house from Chuuya is what crushes it into dust. Your heart skips a beat. Before you could think Chuuya was in front of you. He crooks his fingers at you, signalling you to stand. You tremble as his bare hands trace your torso until they reach the waist of your panties and you tense. You cannot believe this is happening.

"What are you worried about?", he asks, "I bet you agreed hoping to lose". His hands are light and sweet as they caress your body. He's taking his time to turn you on, yet his actions keep hanging from your own lips, waiting for the moment you'll tell him to stop. "Are you afraid I'll find out how wet I have already made you?", he hits the mark, the pads of his digits tracing my core over the fabric, "I already know sweetheart". He presses his fingers on that spot and starts tracing slow circles. His eyes observe you for the slightest objection, but there is none.

You place your hand on his neck, pulling him close. He leans to your chest, taking one of your breasts in his mouth. Your mouth falls agape as he picks up the speed of his fingers, letting them dive into your core along with your panties.

"Chuuya...", your fingers curl around whatever part of him they can hold.

"Fuck", he breathes before kneeling down in front of you.

He takes the waist of your knickers between his teeth and pulls them down enough for you to shake them off. He places a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a brutal kiss. He hikes your leg around his waist, your bare cunt rubbing against the roughness of his trousers.

"These fucking lips", his gloved thumb traces them, "You know how I fucking feel about you don't you? That's why you keep pushing me"

"You ask for it"

He kisses you again. And again. And again; until your mind grows dizzy. He takes his gloves out with his teeth, his hands moving to grope your plump behind. Your folds keep rubbing against his thigh, his clothed length teasing your bud from time to time. His fingers plunge inside you long enough to have you climbing, leaving you before you can fall.

"Chuuya", you whine, "Please"

"Begging already?", his hand holds your chin, "Where's that spite now, huh?"

"Just fuck me already!", your fire returns at the sound of his words, "Or are you scared to keep your promise cause I won't feel anything?"

He turns you around, his hands trapping yours behind you as he bends you over the table. He frees his length and buries it inside your walls in a single thrust. Your hands reach to grab something, anything, as your breath is taken away.

"Say that again", he dares in your ear.

He feels too good for words. The only thing you can utter is his name as he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Your hips chase him but he holds them down. His length scrapes along your walls as he carefully adjusts the angle to your reactions.

"Do you want me to make you cum?", he buries himself inside you. You nod as you bite your lip.

And then he's gone.

"What the hell?", you heave as he leans on the table next to you.

He is folding his sleeves up to his elbows. "Prove it", he pulls you in his embrace. His tongue reaches to meet yours as he kisses you deeply.

"How?", you breathe.

He pushed you onto a chair. With his hand on the back for support, he leans over you as you sit. His other hand softly lifts your chin. "Every time you open these goddamn lips I imagine them wrapped around my cock", he says.

"Pervert", you smile at him.

He gives you another angry kiss, his knee nestling between your legs, his hand grasping your throat. Soon after he pulls away and leans back on the table, waiting to see what you'll do. You push back the chair and wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in for another kiss. Your lips trail down on his skin, from his neck to his torso. He is far more vocal than you expected. His hands hold you tight, his moans remain unrestrained. When your knees hit the floor his hand caresses your face in sweetness. He throws his head back as you take him into your mouth. The kind hand that caresses your cheek now pushes you down to take more of him in. His trance is woken up by your gagging, to which his eyes swiftly dart to check up on you. But you are fine. More than that, you want to make him lose this macho composure he had suddenly found. And he does. His chest frantically goes up and down, the song of his pleasure filling the room until he comes undone.

He pulls you up crushing his lips into yours. "Fuck you", he growls.

"Do it already", you whine.

His hands on your waist, you feel your body grow lighter as you are enveloped by the red hue of his ability. "You're already light as a feather", he said, "But I can't risk you slipping".

He lays you down on the table. He buries his head between your legs, his tongue diving inside. He stretches your walls further for him with one hand as he pumps his length with the other. He leaves a few more marks on your thigh before he rises to his feet. He thrusts his length inside you once again until his hips meet yours. He sets a harsh pace, hiking your legs over his shoulders as he calculates the speed that could retain the hardness of his thrusts.

"We keep calling Dazai the slut but you're giving him a run for his money", he smirks.

"Wh..at?", you pant, your concentration driven away each time his hips slap against yours.

"You've forgotten", his voice drops lower, "Mori can walk in any second"

He grunts as you clench around him but there is no reason to fear. A single pencil stands to block the gate, covered in a reddish glow that shines light on the slight cracks its weight is leaving on the floor.

"As if", he takes your lips in his, "I'm not letting any one of those assholes get a glimpse of you"

There was no reason to tense, yet that slight sudden tightness made you feel Chuuya so much more as he dragged his length inside you.

"Look at you, spread out for me like this", he pants, "Fucking masterpiece"

His index reaches down to press frantic circles on your clit as he sacrifices force for speed in his pounding. His hand presses you down, his fingers tracing down the centre of your torso as he admires your sweaty figure. You cover your mouth as your moans climb to a higher pitch than they've ever reached before. He grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"You're not walking out of here without everyone knowing how well I make you feel", he grunts, "They've already learnt the same about me"

"Chuuya..."

"Say it louder", he's hips rail into you, pulling out your voice by force.

"CHUUYA!", your mind goes blank as he hits your g-spot again and again until he has you trembling around him, a white ring forming around his length as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pull at his hair. He heaves above you. Soon, he can't hold back anymore. You feel his length convulse inside you as he fills you, his lips blindly searching for any part of your skin to kiss. The two of you remain in each other's embrace as you catch your breaths.

"Saturday....my house", he pants and he does not have to explain further.

"Who told you...I'll come...?"

He scoffs before giving you one more thrust. You bury your fingers in his hair as you pull at the strands. "You were saying?"

"God...you're a bastard"

He pulls out and gives you his hand to stand. He continues to support you as your legs wiggle underneath your weight. He turns you around to crush your back on his chest. His hands wrap around your torso, his lips leaving love marks on your skin. You see the blurred image of Yokohama as your tired gaze focuses on the window. Chuuya sits on the table as he pulls you closer. One hand travels back to your folds, the other turns your head towards him so he can claim your lips.

"You get on my nerves", he bites your lip, "Do you know how many of my men lust after you?".

His knee opens back your legs so his fingers can snake inside the warmth of your walls. He pinches one of your nipples with his other hand, swallowing your moans in a fervent kiss.

"But I can't shut them up 'cause I have no claim on you".

His fingers leave you. A moment later they reappear in front of your neck as they wrap his chocker around it. He ties it on the back and turns the buckle to the front like the collar of a cat.

"Chuuya...", as the sun disappears and the night prevails, your reflections dominate the glass window, burying the city behind them.

Chuuya plants some biting kisses on your shoulder as his hands fondle your breasts. "Be mine", he says, "I want to be your everything cause fuck you already are mine"

"Are you playing me?", you whisper as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin, "You hate me".

"I fucking do", he tightens his embrace, "Do you know why? Cause I love you. I hate you, 'cause I love you. So. Bloody. Much. It hurts.". He kisses your bare back before letting his forehead rest on it. "I swear", he says, "You ripped my fucking heart out and took it as your own the moment you stepped foot in this godforsaken place"

Words are meaningless in this world. They can be vain or fake or forged. But the way his arms clung around you could not be anything but honest and true.

[maryrouille]

Tips for good studying

I must admit that I am shocked at how helpful the post about Toxic romanticization of studying was for you, so I decided to expand it with a second part. Here I will talk a little about examples from my own experience with studying.

1. Take small steps

Even tiny, but keep moving forward. I know it's a very clichéd phrase, but it really works. Especially in the case of very complex theories or extensive material. Then it is worth starting by understanding the basics and expanding this knowledge based on the information that we can best learn first. This way of learning looks like creating increasingly wider circles around one dot (which was our basis).

My practical advice: when I learn very difficult things, I start by finding starting points and writing them down on a small piece of paper (e.g. names or dates). Then I try to combine it in any way possible. When I find connotations, I look for more information about them, which I transfer to a larger piece of paper. This creates charts of varying levels of connection and complexity.

2. Clearly divide time for studying, rest and fun

Of course, studying can be fun, but sometimes we need a moment to relax and do nothing. It's good to divide these moments, which will allow us to either focus completely on work or on rest. Combining learning, especially the kind that is a burden for us, with some form of relaxation makes both activities ineffective. And we still get tired of all this.

My mistake: the countless times I've worked on something and wasn't happy with the results that day. And the evening came, and instead of letting go and resting, I tried to combine "relaxation" with further work. It ended up that I didn't do anything productive, nor did I enjoy a glass of wine or a movie that I watched because she stubbornly tried to do something else.

3. Stimulants are always harmful

In this case, stimulants can be understood in many ways. It may be coffee, alcohol, nicotine or even illegal things. Culturally, we don't see anything wrong with another cup of coffee when we need to concentrate. Or another cigarette, or champagne when we need to relieve stress. However, it should be remembered that all these substances affect our perception and brain functioning to a greater or lesser extent. And isn't it great and healthy to know that we can achieve a lot without these boosters?

My weakness: as I mentioned earlier about a glass of wine, It's nice, but it doesn't help me study. However, I read undemanding books with a wine in bed for pure pleasure.

4. Take care of your neurons

First of all, you need to understand that our brain is responsible for studying. And the brain is an organ and our will is not always enough for its proper functioning. We need to take care of our neurons so that they continue to develop and expand their connections. How to do it? In addition to maintaining overall health, you also need to get enough sleep, have access to fresh air and sun, discover and experience new things and take care of your diet.

My tip: discovering something new every day seems to be an extremely difficult challenge, but it may just be tiny things done in a different way. Changing the place helps me gain a fresh perspective when studying. Sometimes I go to another room, sit by the open window, move everything to the floor or go outside.

If you have any examples of mistakes, good advice or similar problems with studying, you can share them below. There is nothing better than exchanging experiences and having a joint discussion that can bring new solutions to problems!

[jchorsky]

Main theme of ISAT music analysis yaaayyyy yippieeee

big thanks to @ asterythm on discord for the music sheets i am forever endebted to you. here's their post with their stuff! GO GIVE THEM SOME LOVE DICTATION IS HORRIFIC. https://www.tumblr.com/starsalive/755820156323774464/isat-title-theme-piano-sheet-music-for-solo [somebody who actually knows what they're doing @cocoisindecisive responded with corrections, so the edits are gonna be in these brackets!! i couldn't leave this unedited because it felt wrong] Since they've only done the main theme, i'm just gonna pick apart that. Big fuckin text post + absolute raving and ranting!! please tell me there is a functional line break here PLEA

ISAT's OST is very economical in that it constantly reuses one central motif. I want to go on a very brief tangent to cover this motif because I feel like that's worth doing. ---What the fuck is a motif?--- i want you to repeat something with me, okay? deep breaths. A MOTIF AND A LIETMOTIF ARE NOT THE SAME. A MOTIF AND A LIETMOTIF ARE NOT THE SAME !!! PLEASE DONT USE THEM INTERCHANGEABLY MY HEART HURTS EVERY TIME !!!!!! thank you. so, a motif is a little piece of music information - usually a melody, but not always, i think? - that is reused and changed. It doesn't represent anything, really. That's the difference between it and a lietmotif - a lietmotif represents a person place or thing, and a motif just doesn't. ---Great, So what's the motif?--- it has two parts, this first part:

(this is repeated with the last 3 notes moved down a tone.) *[this is a LIE how did i think this, i literally just had to LOOK]*

this is the second part:

(which has the last part change a little bit when repeated in order to resolve.) There's some nice rythmn made with the dotted crotchet and the quaver, but nothing crazy like syncopation. It's mostly conjunct, but there's one or two little leaps in the melody. It's a fairly basic melody -- perfect for changing and adjusting to the needs of each piece.

this is used in every single track in the game! I'm not kidding, it's in every single one, try and listen for it! it's a very smart use of a motif. Onto the actual piece of music!

[to quote directly - "you dont mention that the "second part" of the motif is very similar to the first statement but with it's first measure having it's intervals being inverted (and the final eighth note keeping the pitch of the dotted quarter note). or that the second measure is again similar just that the missing C from the first measure is now the downbeat of this measure, and the B that used to be the downbeat is now and 8th note preceding the new downbeat. (plus the first statement of this second iteration changing the final three pitches so that its a stepwise walkdown from G to E)" - i knew something was different, just not what exactly, thank you for correcting me] --Main Theme--

It uses the motif as it's melody (see above), and while I won't cover that again, I will cover the harmony! The instruments are fairly simple, there's a chiptune piano and some kind of strings (?) helping with the harmony in the background. The two play together throughout.

While the key will obviously change between pieces and songs, harmony is a very important and sneaky way to hide meaning in a piece. Harmonies are also very hard and hurt my brain, so if i'm wrong feel free to tell me. (Also i hate reading bass clef)

[Dsus -> Esus4 -> G (kindanotreally) -> A sus4 -> A // ii -> iii -> V -> VI] A lot of suspended chords - suspended chords don't really hold on major or minor, so this leaves it feeling a bit unstable + airy. But, each suspended chord eventually resolves onto the major of each chord, so it still feels major. The thing that decides if a chord is major or minor is generally the second note in that chord - 3 semitones away from the first note on a major chord, and 2 on a minor chord. Suspended chords have the second note be either 1 (BUT IT'S NAMED SUS2????) or 4 semitones away (sus2 / sus4). This lets it dance around either, and it keeps tension until it resolves into either one. [ to quote directly again - "and then the chord progression you outline seems like gobbeldygook to me. measure 1's downbeat is not a Dsus chord, it's pretty clearly a power chord, and it leads into an F not an Esus4. measure 2 is mostly fine though, only think is that it is definitelly a G chord! if you wanted to be pedantic you could say it's a Gomit5 but i really wouldnt bother specifiying that and whoops your roman numerals are wrong! the big issue is that this 2 bar phrase DOES contain a tonic chord. in fact its the first of the measure! this is pretty clearly in D dorian, but i think you've confused it for C major since they share a key signature. but nope! given that correction and the ones above the roman numerals looks more like a [I -> III -> IV -> V]." YEAH IM REALLY BAD AT THIS I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY 😭😭]

[Dsus -> F -> G -> Gsus -> Asus4 (kind of???????) // ii -> IV -> V -> ii -> ii] this little countermelody continues (i'm not sure if it's because i'm looking at the piano version and OOPS it's too late now, or because there is just a countermelody. what am i saying this would be countermelody either way????) and layers quavers over a crochet and minim harmony. The harmony itself mirrors the same as before - loads of sus chords with occasional, brief resolutions to major chords. But, what's weird is that I haven't seen a single I / Tonic chord yet? there's not a single chord that's just the first note of the key. That's kinda weird - most pieces even start with that. There's something there - technically, we're not at the start of the journey, we're at the very end of it, the very end of this year-long journey that all of the character's have been taking. [ corrections: "closer with measures 3-4 its just that measure 4 is an an Asus4 to A and that adjusting for you being in the wrong key the chord progression is still that same [I -> III -> IV -> V]" ]

[Esus -> Gsus2 -> C -> Esus -> Gsus2 -> C // iii -> V -> I -> iii -> V -> I] WHOOPS I LIED. there's the tonic chord! there's C! There's a good reason for a tonic to appear here, though - we have a perfect cadence, and that is very interesting. Those roman numerals are about the placement of a chord within a key. kind of - it's important for stuff. A cadence is the harmonic ending to a phrase - in this case, a perfect cadence, from V -> I. This sounds "complete" to our ears, it feels like the piece could end there. what's weird is that it repeats twice, and keeps going on the second one. Furthermore, the melodic phrase is ending here, the motif is ending. This would be a far more "complete" ending if it stopped here. But it doesn't.

It changes from block chords to ostinatos (MIGHT BE THE WRONG NAME.), but each of these semi quaver / demi semi quaver progressions return back to one note while playing out a countermelody at the same time, still allowing for some kind of harmony. This change also builds up the pace in the piece, letting it build to the ending - this is the only thing that really drives the piece beyond this point, this building rythmn. Even then, it stops on this little crotchet chord! And then keeps going, into what is probably the most interesting part. [corrections - "a couple of things wrong with this one. first of all i analyzed the chords for measures 5-8 as [Fmaj7 -> Gadd9 -> Amin7 -> Cmaj7-> Fmaj7 -> Gadd9 -> E -> A] with roman numerals: [III-> IV -> V -> V/III -> III -> IV -> V/V -> V]. no PAC here! also, even if this was actually in the key of C major there is no V -> I in the bass and none of the soprano movement need to be an actual PAC. just a bunch of movements by fifth :]. you say the rythym is the only thing pushing the piece forward, and while it sure is definitely a fun effect that's building some nice tension the constant movement by fifth's is definitely also contributing to the tone. be wary of blaming an entire piece's success on one element!"]

[Asus -> Gsus -> G -> Esus4 // VI -> V -> V -> iii] In terms of intrumentation, something weird happens here - the chiptune piano falls away into a far more real-sounding one, while the strings stay the same within this section. in terms of harmony, again! tons of suspended chords, with one or two resolutions that keeps the piece feeling major. This cadence is. Weird. [V -> iii] isn't really a resolution at all, and as far as i could find it doesn't have a formal name the way some others do. some parts resolve (the E notes) but others don't, (the A notes), so it ends up feeling only half-satisfying. This makes sense - the music is gonna loop, because this is game music, so it does make sense to have it not resolve. But. It resolved perfectly eariler - we did have a perfect cadence. So then, why break into this tiny little two bar ending, that doesn't even resolve? That can smoothly go back onto itself, and also back into the beginning of the piece? This part is quieter, the demi semi quavers have rested back into minims, and it feels a little bit like an anti-climax to the build from earlier - it doesn't feel like a dramatic ending that the build was maybe working towards, more like a quiet moment. Despite that, the texture in this two bar section never thins - the piano is never left behind by the strings - the strings don't get quieter either, just the piano. Why is this two bar section here, then? Why end on this, and not on the part before? Two bars, huh. What a strange number to choose. [corrections - "chord progession is: [A -> G -> E -> A]. i'd argue that the previous secondary dominant to the A tonicized the A, placing us in the key of the domimant (A minor). so because of that i''d say the roman numerals are [I -> VII -> V -> I].

maybe pedantic but i dont think its actually that weird or bizzare of a choice for the chiptune melody to be replaced by an acoustic(-sounding) piano. the isat soundtrack consistently uses both acoustic and virtual instruments! this is just establishing that and letting the listener know to expect more of this specific element of the soundtrack. as title themes tend to do!

and the piece is quite resolved by the end actually. if i believed what you believed about the sheet music and never listened to the track i could see how i could think that, but giving the track a listen and using your ear to sus out details reveals how resolved it actually is!" thank you for the corrections im real bad at this]

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey, since you often catch details and seem like an open-minded person, I want to share what I observed in the last few days. So, I definitely believe in Jikook but that was not always the case. My bias is Jimin and I always mostly focused on him, but once I observed Jungkook more carefully, the truth revealed itself step by step. Now something similar happened since I focused on Taehyung. And it seems crazy, to me as well, but please give it a chance! Watch "Nippon TV BUZZ RHYTHM 02 - BTS Cut" timestamp: 13:55, and watch (and listen to) all of their expressions closely, especially Jikook and Taehyung. Keep an eye on Namjoon, too. Then please look at the lyrics of Sweet Night and really reflect on them. Just as a reminder, there is Taehyung calling Jimin his "one and only best friend" in "Let's BTS" and similarly in Festa 2019, for example. I also am stuck on Jin calling Taehyung very generous and big-hearted in "Special Movie BTS MUSIC JOURNEY" (after the release of Sweet Night) and the others agreeing, their expressions speaking once again. Then finally those compilations where Taekook is apparently jealous of each other. Or Vmin. And now you just have to connect the dots but I did not see any other person who has done so. All those moments, all those compilations make so much more sense to me. All in all, it seems that Taehyung has or had feelings for Jimin. Sounds crazy! Of course we should not assume too much but the connections are there and in hindsight, they seem obvious. You just have to put the puzzle pieces together. I really hope that Taehyung is over it, because unrequited love hurts badly. Taehyung as a person makes so much more sense to me. His actions, his depression, his pain... Well, I guess Jimin did not call himself "Tailor of Chaos" without reason. That situation must have been difficult for him, too. Maybe (just maybe) that is an indicator regarding his state in 2020... And of course on Jungkook. But maybe that is the actual reason why Jungkook and Taehyung seem to be closer now, maybe mending their friendship! Especially, since Taehyung found a partner. And maybe Jikook feel some kind of guilt for causing Taehyung pain... who knows. There is much to think about and honestly, it sounds like pure fanfiction but if I learned something in life, it is that nothing is impossible. Hope you give it a chance, I really would like your opinion on all that. I certainly am feeling very surprised. Have a nice day :)

Yes anon, it takes very little for me to judge people seeing as I'm a lunatic myself 🤭🤭 if I had a shilling for everytime someone called me crazy I would have attended all of Suga's concerts and then some 😂 so u get no judgement from me my lovely 🙌🏽

Except insecure Jikookers, of course. Fuck you! I judge you everyday! 🤨🤨🤨

So! Umm yes. I've seen this theory being thrown around. I have friends who think this might be the case. And one of them is actually really good at analysing and picking up cues and she believes V may have had feelings for Jimin at some point and her arguments make sense.

But for me... idk. Idk anon. 🤔 I have a hard time picturing this. I will share a clip that will be hard for some of you to watch. So brace yourselves

Oh boy. Glad I have my anons off because u guys are already kinda mad at V atm 😂😂

Things to note about the first clip: (I know... I know. It's bad. I recently just discovered it and it doesn't look good, I agree)

a) Point to note number one is that, that is how most people in SK feel about homosexuality. As u can hear V is basically telling Jimin something is wrong with him mentally for liking men. And when u grow up with everyone around u telling u this, of course u will believe it. It also explains why he would keep the company he keeps. (Go Google Bogum and his cult scandal) People in SK don't believe men can be with other men. And those who have seen it happen, think its a mental illness. This was obviously embedded in V for him to have done this not once, but twice. And this is only what we saw on camera.

b) 2nd point to note; Taekook just cannot be real. It's just, impossible. Yes, V has changed, obviously. Hanging out with Jimin will do that to you. He obviously doesn't feel as strongly about homosexuality like he used to. And he loves Jimin and JK which means he has adjusted his mentality. But, this is a guy who used to say basically homophobic stuff to his friend. And as u can see, that clip is from around May 2015 So at what point would V have started dating JK as early as 2013 when this is how he felt about his friend a boy, liking boys?

c) 3rd point to note; Jimin doesn't deny it. I hate how he's just defending himself there repeating over and over; I don't like you that way, so what's your issue? I dont behave that way towards you, why you mad? Anyway, Jimin doesn't once say "no i don't like men." Or "stop lying" he just says "I don't feel that way about you."

d) Last point to note, Jikook is real. Why? Because what triggered V, was Jimin telling JK to sit next to him. And immediately V goes off about how something is wrong with Jimin in the head because these days he likes men. Likes JK.

Now anon, let's go back to point number 2. I know internalised homophobia is a thing. (Thank you Shameless! You taught me sm!) But it stems from someone hating that they like someone of the same sex and they don't want to be that way, but they are. So saying V used to have a crush on Jimin insinuates he would have had to get over his homophobia and start seeing Jimin in a new light. I mean, it's Jimin and the Jimin effect is a thing that exists. But, still. Idk. I just don't know. Watching that clip tells me that his parents are like this. Him being so close with the WS, tells me he wouldn't have kept them as friends if at any one point he started liking someone of the same sex. Knowing how they feel about it.

V is more accepting now, of course. But Jikook are in the closet and only close knit people know about it. And V definitely isn't divulging that to the WS. Again, knowing how they feel about this topic.

What am I saying anon? I think those V jealous Vmin moments that exist are because he "lost" his bestfiend when Jikook became a thing. He had to share Jimin with JK. And I imagine Jimin tried to be there for both of them but sometimes JK took priority and maybe V didn't like that. They used to be bestfriends. Super close. V even looked after Jimin in school. Asked some people he knew to look after the new kid because that was his friend. They were close. Really close. Then satellite Jeon comes and changes everything.

Now to the assignment you gave me. The question was who's the most romantic

Suga (what?) And RM say JK. Guess they've seen it first hand. 🤭 Also Jikook both point at Jin

V on the other hand says Jikook but then changes it to just Jimin

I also looked at the lyrics of sweet night (he sounds so good) and I'm guessing you're talking about this part;

Anon, if you ship Vmin, or are suspicious of Vmin, it would be easy to conclude this song is about Jimin. Easy. But if you're like me who believes V is as straight as a ruler, then the first thing I think of when I hear that, is some girl he liked at the time that he was really close to. Someone he dated in the past, maybe. To me V is as straight as they come and I could try, but I cannot see where you're coming from.

But if you listen to sweet night and then watch V jealous compilations, you're gonna be influenced. Because you're going in already thinking the best friend he's talking about is Jimin! But, remember, you don't have to have romantic feelings for someone to be jealous. You can be jealous that your sister is spending too much time with someone else. You can be jealous your bestfriend doesn't make time for you anymore ever since they started dating. You know what I mean?

That's what I think you saw. In my opinion, of course. I could be wrong and way off base but...yeah.

In Conclusion: Vmin isn't real and there was never potential for it to be so.

I appreciate u trusting me with this ask, anon 😘

[owlsandwich]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks so much @verba-writing for tagging me in this!

I wasn't sure which of my 2 WIPs I should answer for, so I'm just going to do them both :P

I'll tag @pb-dot @teacupsandstarlight @eccaiia @stits @ahungeringknife @mundanemoongirl and leave an open tag (please jump in! This one is a lot of fun and I want to read about other's WIPs!)

The Mechanics of Magic:

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

A handwritten draft of what eventuall became chapter 3, written back in 2010

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I'm not sure about a theme song, but I wrote most of Mechanics while listening to Portugal The Man, so something by them!

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

Oliver is my favourite character - I love how stressed he is, under the weight of his responsibilies, and I put a lot of myself into him. The character I love the most though might well be Morgan. He really sums up that question of what if a good person did something terrible? What is enough to earn redemption? I don't know if there is a clear answer on whether he deserves happiness, but I believe that he does, and because of that, maybe I can believe it for myself as well.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I'm not actually sure! My stories aren't particuarly marketable.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Defining the genre. I have been told that it's not possible to create a new genre, but Mechanics doesn't appear to fit into any existing fantasy sub-genre.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

I wish there were more! Roy has a betta fish named Mr Shinysides (named after my friend's fish).

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

The word is very similar to the UK in the 00s, tech-wise, so usually cars and trains, though I think they might have air travel as well.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Going through all the changes the editor made and signing off each chapter for the final edition.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Tropes... maybe found family? I love how they all come together, despite being from very different walks of life. I have canonly autistic characters as well, though even the ones that I didn't intend to be autistic, probably are (it's hard to make characters that don't share some of my fundamental way of thinking).

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I hope it can find the people who need it, and that they might love these characters as much as I do.

Burning The Darkness:

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

I imagined chapter 1 a month or so before I wrote it down, and played with the scene over and over in my mind. I have a diary note somewhere musing on whether I should actually write it.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Surely it would have to be Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - The Ghost song that inspired it!

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

I love Julian. His character allowed me to explore so many of my own feelings about being raised in someone's image, purged of kindness and softness, and the conditional love that comes with being a golden child (though I'd say he got more of that than I did). I smile when people say they dislike him.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Again, I am not sure! People who like queer paranormal romance, but with layers of metaphor? This really is a story about discovering you are queer, even though it's about vampires.

Maybe Buffy fans!

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Overcoming the shame of having written a romance. It being paranormal with a bit of smut in it, makes me feel like people will think less of me and that no one will take the deeper themes seriously.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There is a blackbird singing in one scene, but again I need to add more animals into my work!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Vampires are fast walkers, so they mostly just run around the place. Darkness is set in basically Eastbourne or Brighton though, so they have all the usual transport methods.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Wondering what I should do with it really! I need to edit out the smutty scene in chapter 2, if I ever want to self publish it.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

There's a lovely bit of enemies to lovers in there I think. Also Oren's arc is basically a direct metaphor for me realising I was trans and starting testosterone, so I'd love if other trans guys read it and related.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

Kinda what I said before - I hope it can find its way to people who will love it. Particuarly I'd love to find a queer audience who might relate to the themes.

One day I would love to be traditionally published, but so far I haven't written anything that has stood a chance, so that's a dream for a future WIP!

Blank Questions:

What was the first part of your wip that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

What part of your wip are you working on rn?

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

What are your hopes for your wip?

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 17: Avolation 🪽

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Avolation (n.)

the act of flying [away]; flight

[obsolete] evaporation

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You might say all of the good ways to tie my ideas together for this one just seemed to fly away before I could fully grasp them. 😅

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Today I've done my level-best to stay on-task, so hopefully if this description doesn't take too long (...or randomly delete itself...) hopefully this one should be going up a little earlier than usual.

That said, we have another one that...I like it, but I'm not sure this is necessarily "the best" that I could do for the prompt.

Birds and feathers for "flight" felt like an obvious "must" to me. But I did want to include some slightly less conventional ideas; I thought about butterflies and was really close to including them, but while I was looking for references, I spotted a dragonfly picture and changed course.

I think butterflies one might associate a little bit more with calmly flittering around flowers, delicately pausing to sample the nectar, etc. Meanwhile, dragonflies move fast and generally in my experience are quicker to fly away when approached than butterflies are.

I was planning on including some kind of flower from the beginning—see more or less what I just said about butterflies—but similar to the dragonfly, I spotted a dandelion while I was looking for butterfly references and said: Wait a minute. Dandelions would actually be kind of perfect, because their little wispy seeds "fly away" in the wind.

And, weed or not, I have a really big soft spot for white dandelions. [And baby's breath—Anything that passes for springtime snow without actually being snow.]

I also wanted to get clouds or cloud-adjacent shapes in their somewhere both because clouds > sky > things fly in the sky, but also as a more subtle nod to the obsolete definition since clouds are part of the water cycle and evaporation in that way.

The thing is that I'm not sure I managed to tie all of those ideas together in the most satisfying way. And I had a lot of space leftover that, as you can see, I ended up filling with just a little hatching, some dots, and...tiny triangles. 🫤 I don't know why, the triangle just felt like they worked. Maybe they're seeds the bird was eating and dropped, I don't know.

But I only really made efforts to change what I originally did with the clouds, and I am at least much happier with the final cloud shapes you see here. I'd had more trouble than I anticipated making the birds and dragonflies in the first place, so having to do them over was intensely unappealing.

I think it's sort of the opposite problem I had shortly ago on Day 15. That day I had a bunch of strong ideas, and trying to jam them all together gelled really well. Here...The ideas were strong, but they just didn't coalesce as nicely as I'd hoped.

Likewise, I think the color scheme is doing some of the more heavy lifting here. I mostly went with the first choices that came to mind; The only significant changes are that I went with more of a BlueJay-Blue for the bird instead of a brown or more Robin-like color scheme, and a lot of dragonflies I see around here are more of a dark reddish brown, so I went with a much brighter orange-y red. I really wanted to keep things light and kind of airy to go with the clouds/evaporation thing.

The final product isn't bad, and I like a lot of the individual pieces. I just think it needs some help in tying all the pieces together that I apparently simply did not have in me today. 🤷‍♀️

Ah well. I do have slightly higher hopes for tomorrow's word at least—It's one I've been really looking forward to. 😉 Let's just hope I don't end up hyping it up too much like I kinda did Day 8. 😅

And let us also hope that I don't have the issue with finding music for today's cross-post on Instagram like I did yesterday. I found and made something work, but I had a pretty different song in mind that I thought was a perfect fit and Instagram for whatever reason doesn't believe the song exists. 🙄

Oh the many little idiosyncrasies of social media, I loathe you so...

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[ms-all-sunday]

ive personally gotten over the flaws in sanjis articulation and i understand what i think is the intent behind his character but i remember for like months past watching one piece originally i did not get it at all (i have a semi popular post about my friend getting him immediately while shading people who don't but that's me, i was that person) and i had to play around with interpretations of him to truly settle on what i think is concretely understanding him.

the reason, partially, for my original trepidation is twofold,

one, shonen does not have a good track record.

two, more personally, it's kind of insulting to the audience to expect this character who you've established has a relationship with women that has it's pros and cons (i always go back to the arlong park articulation of zoro respecting nami enough to see her as a threat and sanji because she's a woman, willing to look past what is obviously a mental breakdown from someone whos struggling. that was like the best articulation oda couldve done it all goes downhill from there) and like fully acknowledge inherently the social injustice that women face within that, while also doing the social injustice. it's hypocritical.*

ive taken to just categorically ignoring the pervert jokes and pretending we never progressed past pre ts sanjis jokes (which by the way and i say this with every spiteful bone in my entire body, were FUNNIER. it is such a fucking crime that sanji a character that had SO many consistently funny jokes because he is an hilarious comedy character, gets absolutely no funny jokes. the most recent funny joke he's had is egghead but before that it wasn't for years that he had a funny joke.) because the good thing and also the function of the sanji jokes especially as they relate to nami is that nami can and does cushion how creepy he comes off. they are in a weird consensual heterosexual chicken game and it says something about them that they treat eachother like this. unfortunately when you reduce sanjis jokes down to pervert anime jokes you also loose their back and forth which hurts namis characterization and as i've said before. the group dynamic is everything. you cannot hurt it it is sacred or one pieces quality declines (post timeskip)

*This is also a similar way that one piece as a story treats abuse more broadly. There's this thing that I call in my head "intent is effect" logic where basically if a character had good intent dot tm they're forgiven for abuse by the narrative and their abuse is played off as a joke (garp) or you're judge (the most evilest man on the planet which btw did you know all abusers are evil and not complicated human beings /s) (do NOT interpret me as saying this as a hashtag abuse apologist thing i will kill you. i am a persona 5 fan, ideologically.) i would pretty much definitively say that uh the same logic is applied to sanjis sexual assault/harassment jokes, as they are a type of abuse. and uh that's bad. it's shitty on all accounts for sure.

although im sure id become more fuelled by rage and question the stability of my own opinions if i watched the shittier parts of post TS again, I'll eventually get there in my rewatch don't worry.

[agerestorybits]

A sense of shame

Remus didn't know what he said. He had been rambling, making a steady background noise for Janus to ignore as he sat reading. The occasional hum of agreement being made showing that Janus really hadn't been paying attention at all because he was agreeing with things that no one in their right mind would agree with. So when Janus put down his book and stared at Remus with something that was a mix of concern and horror Remus knew he must have said something really fucked up.

"Remus... Are you okay?" Janus asked.

Remus blinked. "Sure I am!" Remus said.

Janus picked his book back up, He gave Remus another odd look before going back to reading. Remus was quiet for a long second trying to remember what he said before giving up and continuing his rambling.

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Remus was playing animal crossing, he had been following villagers around with a net and hitting them.

It wasn't random villagers, it was his favorites. Favorites that happened to be just a tad too similar to the other sides to be by chance.

Normally Remus was a bit nicer to them but he had been feeling left out lately. While he could go up and wreck their meeting Janus had asked him not too. He had even promised to play a game of Remus' choice when he got back. The enjoyment of causing a bit of chaos wasn't worth giving up an afternoon with Janus' undivided attention. So Remus was chasing his villagers around with a net until he didn't feel so bad.

"What did the cat do?" Janus asked when he got back.

"His name is Raymond." Remus said hitting with the net again.

"mmm and you decided to make everyone on your island miserable?" Janus asked sitting down next to Remus.

"It's what I do." Remus said. He missed Janus' frown as he got distracted catching a bug instead of hitting his target.

"Are we gonna play?" Remus asked turning off the game.

"I said we would." Janus said.

Remus resisted rolling his eyes. "Yeah but that doesn’t mean you didn't change your mind."

Janus looked upset. Remus wanted to bite his tongue for saying that. It wasn't his fault that there were better things to do than whatever stupid thing Remus wanted to do. Remus kinda wanted Janus to leave so he wouldn't get hurt anymore but he also couldn't stand being alone anymore. "We'll play candyland." Remus said standing up to go get the game.

"What house rules will we be playing with this time?" Janus asked standing as well.

Remus shook his head. There had been a type of truth or dare candyland he had thought up but he didn't want to push Janus too much. "Just...plain candy land."

Janus put a hand on Remus' arm stopping him from opening the game cupboard. "Remus are you feeling alright?"

Remus nodded, "I just want to play a game with you." Janus' frowned more but let him pull the board game out of the cupboard. Remus set it on the coffee table and Janus helped him pull it out of the book.

"Do you want to use dice or cards?" Janus asked holding out dices that have colors instead of dots. They never played with the cards anymore since Remus had chewed them up.

Remus looked between the cards and dice. "Cards."

Janus nodded and began shuffling them. "So any of the colors move you backwards?" Janus asked. "Or make you switch places with someone else?"

Remus picked up the green and yellow player pieces. "Just normal." Remus muttered running his finger tip over the bite marks on the edges of the green piece.

Janus set the cards down and put a hand under Remus' chin lifting his face up. Janus looked very very serious. "Darling, can you tell me what's wrong?"

Remus couldn't look away, he couldn't move. Janus knew something was wrong and he wanted the answer. Remus wanted to tell him what was wrong so his best and closet friend could help him with it. Instead he could just answer honestly with a small, 'I don't know."

Janus looked sad at that. He pulled his hand back. "Alright. Rock paper scissors for who goes first?" Janus asked in his soft voice and Remus was grateful he wasn't upset with Remus for not being able to answer.

Remus nodded and stuck his hand out. One. Two. Three. He did a rock while Janus did scissors. Remus smiled a little at his chance to go first before he grabbed a card. It was a blue one and Remus went to grab his piece before drawing his hands back hugging both of them to his chest. He didn't want to touch his piece again. He didn't want to feel the bite marks and know that he did that. He broke his piece. He ruined the other cards. Even trying to play the game normally he had already ruined it.

He ruined it before they could even start playing.

Janus moved around the coffee table so he could pull Remus into his lap. Remus who was curling in on himself and had that far away stare of when he was retreating into his head. "Darling stay right here with me. Just with me. Focus on right now." Janus said softly, running a hand through Remus' hair.

"I'm sorry." Remus said trying to keep himself from crying, or screaming. He wanted a release for all of the bad in his head but it was so hard to not bite, and break. "I can't stop."

"Stop what?" Janus asked softly.

"ruining it." Remus said sniffing as his tears overflowed. Janus was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs.

Janus was quiet for a very long moment before pick up the yellow piece and biting it. Remus watched a bit stunned as Janus gnawed kn the piece till part of its head came off. He put the piece back on the board and spit out the small bit of plastic from his mouth. "You aren't the only one that 'ruins' things. And we will have a long talk about that mentality when you are bigger." Janus warned as he made eye contact with Remus.

Janus put a hand on Remus' cheek, his tone softening. "You aren't alone in this and I am here for you."

Remus smiled, it was a bit weak but it was genuine. If Janus was willing to bite plastic just to prove his point then he was completely serious about it. "Can we play where ever green card puts you back two spaces?" Remus asked.

Janus smiled. "Of course. Candyland is a bit boring with normal rules."

"And the yellow card makes you switch places?" Remus asked getting more excited. He wiggled out of Janus lap to get closer to the board. "Oh! What if the picture card make you go back to the start?"

"First one to reach the end gets to pick the next game." Janus said reaching to pick up a card.

Remus smiled wide at that. There would be another game. They could have fun with this game.

Maybe he ruined things a bit. Remus still had fun with the ruins. Janus seemed enjoy it too.

[ashmp3]

you are so cool and knowledgeable teo i don’t know who would find you annoying lol. can you share some of the movies you mentioned? 💕

first of all 😭 you think i’m cool and knowledgeable 😭 that’s so sweet and to answer your question well my sister LMFAO. Anyway yeah i’ll share a few i think could be useful from the architecture/set design aspect!

first i wanna start with my baby blade runner (1982) which i already said i analyzed like a lunatic but from urban planning aspect it is very masterful. Also for one project i had to pick a film and find similarities with other art/movies/etc and i did blade runner + in the mood for love (color use, elements of film noir), calvin klein ss 2018 (reinterpretation of traditional pieces in futuristic light, nice use of function of association and set design you can google it). Also, next is also another recommendation and thats metropolis (class difference through metropolis acting as an industrial center).

Next i would recommend the truman show and bc i feel like everyone has already seen it, rewatch it. Again urban planning aspect inspired me for another project where i had to make a comic book (did a horror one with suburbia as the main character).

dogville!!! It’s a bit disturbing i guess but it is lars von trier we are talking about. I recommend! Not spoiling it but they use theater as set design and the way you get the function of the space is through map of the city and interior of houses. SLAY!

playtime :-) very famous but for a good reason. This one you just gotta watch and then you will get it why i said that. I facken love tati… oh and mon oncle!!!!

i’ll just do a fast quick recommendations now because i need to 🤐 because i will spend all day on tumblr dot com okay!

solaris, stalker (tarkovsky), snowpiercer, paprika, red desert, inception, blade runner (2046), the 400 blows, edward scissorhands, american beauty, vivarium, la haine, trafic (1971), cléo from 5 to 7, breathless, the cabinet of dr. calgari, do the right thing, taxi driver, manhattan, her, lost in translation

Oh actually film noir is something i REALLY recommend to dabble in lmfao sorry quick intermission but yeah like sweet smell of success, strangers on train, the big sleep, the big heat, dark passage, double indemnity…

okay i think this is… more than enough. @nosferatism i am tagging you as promised 💋♥️

[itsclydebitches]

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Ted/Trent

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1,808

Summary:

With AFC Richmond hosting their very own biographer, Ted wants to update his contact list to include one Mr. Independent.

Unfortunately, that means Trent must undergo the mortifying ordeal of taking a selfie.

(Fic also below the cut!)

Howdy morning, evening, or whenever you get around to reading this, Trent! I was wondering if you might do me a little favor? Now that the illustrious Mr. Independent is a bonafide member of the AFC, I was hoping to secure your digital Hancock for my humble lists of contacts. Don’t you worry now, I wouldn’t release such a valuable piece to the masses without getting permission from you first ;)

Trent stared down at his phone, right hand snapping a hair-tie rhythmically against his wrist. He’d long since memorized the ridiculous message, but staring provided a comfortable illusion, especially among the hostile environment of the club. He was simply checking his email, browsing the news, any number of legitimate, everyday tasks that didn’t include agonizing over a text sent by Ted Bloody Lasso.

It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to decipher the message, a journey that included a deep dive into the absurdity of American slang. How was he supposed to know that a “Handcock” was someone’s signature? Based on what little Trent recalled from a Year 10 civics class, his people hadn’t been too pleased with that declaration and were far from inclined to linguistically celebrate it. Still, to think that if a revolt hadn’t occurred over two-hundred years ago, the world never would have produced the unique enigma that was currently leading the AFC charge...

Trent huffed. It was too early to wax poetic about Midwestern accents and cowboy aesthetics.

Not that there was ever a good time for that.

Was this his fall from grace then? Reduced to investigating - if one could even call it that - American eccentricities until he realized with a start, at two-fucking-three AM the night before, that Ted was asking for a selfie?

Perhaps. Probably. Trent couldn’t regret it though.

“Out of the way, wanker.”

No, not even now.

Jamie flipped him off as he passed, not bothering to make eye contact. Behind him Dani stumbled a bit through the asshole routine, but rallied and threw out a similar gesture. Trent mustered a sardonic smile and tipped an imaginary hat his way. He thought, as they rounded the corner, that Dani might have been fighting a smile.

At least someone here didn’t hate him.

Trent’s phone buzzed.

Two. Two someones.

Morning, Mr. Independent! I’m channeling your famous White Rabbit and running late, late, late for a very important date - my meeting with you, that is. I figured since fifteen wasn’t much worse than ten, I’d tack on a few extra minutes and snag myself some energy juice. You want a cup? Or are coffee orders top secret among you journalistic folks?

Trent breathed deeply in through his nose, out through his mouth. Yeah. It was way too early for this.

Bad enough that the man spoke like a perpetual sunshine machine, but did he have to text that way too? Trent rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses and tried to decide which of those increasingly insane statements he could reply to. Not the technical definition of a “date” - no, no, no, no - and Carroll’s works had left a soft spot under Trent’s heart that he couldn’t bear to poke just yet, so he settled for the easiest of corrections:

No coffee, but I’d be grateful for a tea if you’re willing. Just an Earl Gray, plain.

There, that was simple enough for the American to manage (Trent could add the embarrassing amounts of sugar and milk he preferred in the semi-privacy of the break room.) He should have known that Ted would be prompt - the accommodating bastard - because those three dots immediately popped into existence, going nowhere and making him twitchy the longer they faded in and out, in and out.

Higgins passed while he was waiting, Trent’s first and likely only genuine greeting of the day. He felt a little guilty for waving him off the moment Ted’s text popped into existence... but only a little.

Good golly gosh who is this? What stranger is gracing my phone asking for - *shudders* - tea on this otherwise bright, beautiful morning? If only I had a contact photo to identify such a silly person...

Ted, you texted me.

Who is ‘Me’?

TED.

Trent never used all caps when texting. Bloody hell, what had this man done to him?

That’s my name! No one’s worn it out yet. You gonna tell me yours?

You’re insufferable. You know it's Trent Crimm.

MR INDEPENDENT HIMSELF?? Well, knock my baby blue, hand-knit socks off, aren’t I the lucky one to be talking to such a celebrity. Of course, you could be Mr. Imposter for all I know. I’ve played enough Among Us not to be tricked by your devious schemes. Only a photo will convince me of the truth!

Trent groaned. So they’d come full circle. Honestly, the man was insufferable... though perhaps he’d have to contact the writers of the Oxford English Dictionary and get them to update the definition, because ‘insufferable’ wasn’t supposed to make your heart thrash and your hands shake.

Stuffing them deep into his pockets, Trent walked quickly down the hall, fingers fluttering until it probably looked like there were literal ants in his pants - fuck, but he was even starting to think like the man. Insanity catching, Trent slipped into one of the out of the way storage rooms, eyes peeled for the kitman (he had a tendency to pop up in the most unexpected places) before finally allowing himself to open the camera app.

He immediately grimaced. Trent was looking every inch his forty-eight years today, the lines on his face - too few of them from smiles - appearing almost crevice-like after a weekend of screaming toddler. The spring weather had whipped his hair into a frenzy and there was a slight blemish developing on his left cheek. No one had ever told teenage Trent that you still got acne into adulthood and that was probably a damn good thing, considering the crisis he would have had about it. Looking at the mess staring back at him, Trent supposed he could just copy one of his bio pics from google... but something told him that Ted wouldn’t settle for anything less than an original.

Was it even legal for someone his age to be taking selfies? Surrounded by the athleticism of the footballers, the hard-hitting beauty of Rebecca and Keeley, to say nothing of whatever Ted himself had going on, Trent had been feeling a bit like the ugly duckling lately, working among swans. Oh yes, “the hair and whole vibe” he’d said, high off his firing and allowing himself, just that once, to let his mouth run away with him. Bikes and dad jokes and delusional flirting that could never, ever go anywhere. Amazing how the body of Jamie Tartt, or the hair of Dani Rojas could take the wind out of a newly out, gay man’s sails. If he snapped a picture the Instagram police would probably kick down the door. Delete that monstrosity at once, Mr. Crimm.

Trent sighed. But Ted had asked him for this and, mortifyingly, he couldn’t deny the man a thing. Not even the remnants of his pride.

“Asshole,” Trent whispered, pointedly ignoring the fond thread in his voice.

Before he could think better of it Trent lifted his phone and snapped a quick pic. A head-shot, no smiling (did that make him seem cool, or cold?) and just enough bad lighting that you could maybe pass off some of his exhaustion as shadows. Trent did not agonize over the image. He certainly didn’t hesitate over the send button, old criticisms ringing in his ears. They were faint though, spoken over by the present (I like your glasses) and Trent let his thumb fall before he could rethink three years worth of choices.

The answer was near immediate: a digital heart and the ‘ping’ of approval popping up over the pic. Trent felt his ears flame up beneath his hair.

There he is! Handsomer than the devil in a three-piece suit ;) ETA of horrible brown water in 10.

With what he'd never admit was a whimper, Trent gave into the impulse to bang his head against the wall. His big, idiot skull gave a satisfying ‘thunk’ against the wood.

“Ted Lasso is going to be the death of me.”

***

Thirteen minutes later Trent had tea, Ted’s attention, and an apology for being three minutes off, all of which suddenly made the day that much brighter. For a short, glorious time Trent basked in the addiction of small-talk with this man until work forced them both to part. The piece of Trent's soul that had read too much Gothic Romances in his youth itched to write something outrageous about that.

Trent had been so focused on Ted that he’d failed to notice Beard enter the office. Giving him a late but meaningful nod - he rounded out the trifecta of downstairs club members who didn’t want his head on a pike - he was surprised when the returning nod changed to a turn-around, Beard’s eyes honing in on Trent’s tea.

“Did you want to share?” he blurted and then sighed. Dammit. Couldn’t he ever say anything normal around these people?

But if Beard found the question at all odd, he didn’t show it. Then again, his threshold for ‘odd’ no doubt far exceeded Trent’s own.

“No,” he said. Then he blinked. The blink felt significant, though hell if Trent knew why. “Ted doesn’t buy anyone tea.”

“... Sorry?”

Beard moved to his desk, shrugging off his backpack. “Hates the stuff. Everything about it. Waiting for it to brew, what to add, the smell, how long to leave the bag in... told me once he’d get you all to admit to the ‘spectacular joke’ you were playing on him, no matter what it took. It's simple. Ted Lasso doesn’t do tea.” Beard paused then, seeming to evaluate Trent to a degree that made his skin crawl; like a schoolmarm sizing up the troublemaker. "You ever seen The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes?"

Trent stalled, thrown by the non sequitur. "Yes?" Then, so off-footed he could only offer more honesty: "It's one of my favorites."

"Hmm." There might have been an approving smirk there, hidden between beard and sunglasses. "You're the only glass of tea he'd be interested in."

Then Beard sat and opened his book, feet on the desk, conversation apparently closed.

Trent was left staring down at a takeaway cup of, yes, Earl Gray tea from the pocket of Ted Lasso, old metaphors running like rabbits around his head. He felt a heat in his cheeks and firmly told his legs to keep holding him upright; told his heart to restart again.

The only tea Ted would be interested in?

Taking a long, savoring sip, Trent decided that a bad selfie was well worth that miracle.

[aeoki]

Autumn Forest - Chapter 8

Location: Yumenosaki 1-B Classroom Characters: Shinobu & Nazuna

Yuuta: Ahahaha. I see, so that’s what happened.

I came to check and see how you were doing, but you apologised so profusely, so I was wondering what had happened~

I connected all the dots thanks to your explanation, Anzu-san.

Hm? Am I angry? Of course not. Everyone had a sense of responsibility and did their best to find Marron, right?

Marron was found in one piece so all’s well that ends well~♪

Shinobu-kun looks like he’s having a lot of fun playing with Marron over there. There’s no way I can be angry.

And to think the thing that Morisawa-senpai was searching for back then was Marron, huh.

It looked like it wasn’t something he could easily tell someone, so I thought it was a failed test paper or something.

Huh? Is Morisawa-senpai similar to its owner?

No, he’s more like the exact opposite. Why that question?

Ohh~ So Marron took a liking to Morisawa-senpai, huh. That’s strange. I wonder why? He didn’t even have any food with him.

…Ah! Could it be that Morisawa-senpai smelled like tea olives?

Morisawa-senpai passed a line of them? Ahh, so that’s why ♪ I’m sure it’s because of that then.

Humans might not be able to tell, but animals probably could.

There are tea olive bushes growing in Marron’s garden, so Marron must’ve thought Morisawa-senpai was someone close to its owner.

Whenever me or Aniki hold a tea olive branch in our hands, Marron comes running over.

So Morisawa-senpai transferred that scent onto Shinobu-kun and Marron started lowering its guard around him, huh. But right now…

Shinobu: Yuuta-kun, Anzu-dono~! I feel left out seeing as you two were talking amongst yourselves!

Yuuta: Ahahaha. Don’t get so sulky. We were just talking about how you’re getting along so well with Marron.

Shinobu: Yeah! It follows me wherever I go so I think it’s going to be hard for me to even go to the toilet. I’m in a bind ~de gozaru.

Yuuta: Oh, you~ It’s not like you completely hate the idea~

Shinobu: Ehehe, Marron actually climbs up onto my shoulder when I call it ♪

Yuuta: I see you guys are the best of friends now. Right, Anzu-san? ♪

Shinobu: ……? Yuuta-kun and Anzu-dono are both nodding their heads? It feels like they’re so in sync! On second thought, I really do feel left out~!

Yuuta: I-It’s not like that!

Shinobu: Then, could you two also play with Marron? I let it run free indoors so that I don’t mess up again!

Yuuta: Ahh. So that’s why it’s in the classroom. Come on, come over here, Marron~

Shinobu: Ohh? It knows you too, Yuuta-kun. It went over to you so easily.

Yuuta: Well, I’ve played with it a lot. Anyway, won’t we get in trouble if we let a squirrel run loose in a classroom?

Shinobu: Nito-dono, Leader-dono and Anzu-dono checked with the Student Council!

I’ll be sure to keep an eye on Marron so that it won’t cause any trouble to the other students, so they gave me permission to do so for a limited time ♪

Yuuta: Ohh~ Looks like our school is pretty flexible, huh. Good for you, Shinobu-kun.

Shinobu: It is but… that limited time means it’ll just be for a few days since Marron will have to go back home.

I’m a bit sad…

Ah, but I won’t throw a tantrum and not give Marron back, so please rest assured ~de gozaru!

Although, I will feel kinda sad…

Yuuta: Then how about we go and visit Marron after that? You won’t be sad that way, right?

Shinobu: …With you, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Huh? You don’t like the idea of going with me?

Shinobu: N-No, it’s not that! I’m happy! W-Would you be fine with me?

Yuuta: Ehh~ Say what? There’s no point if I don’t go with you, Shinobu-kun. I bet if I told Aniki, he’d probably want to come along too, though.

Shinobu: Oh? You want to come too, Anzu-dono? Then let’s all go visit Marron! I’m looking forward to it!

Yuuta: It’s way too early to say that now~ But I’m excited too ♪

Shinobu: We’ll definitely go pay you a visit, Marron~ That’s why I won’t feel sad ♪

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[winderlylandchime]

At this point you are all in this with me and i am officially making this man everyone’s problem. He came into my home office while i was on zoom and asked for a pen and paper only to later find out that he made one of those mind maps. It’s about Britin and there’s bunch of arrows about what all he thinks could happen in the future seasons, to how Britin is connected and there’s a section for Ethan and everything. He then gave me a 10 minute presentation while I took a break. It made zero sense but he swears it does. I wish I could send you all a picture of it cause one arrow that leads out of the middle (which he named ‘beautiful bastards’) is just called ‘what the actual fuck is going on’ and under it, it says ‘idk bro, we need more context.’

The summery of his presentation that was interrupted by his alarm for pills and him going ‘for fucks sake i cant have a minute with my thoughts anymore!’ (I fear he has had too many minutes with his thoughts) was basically: Britin is connected, he doesnt know how BUT(!) they are stuck together forever even if it all goes to hell. Which he says won’t happen bc their connection is too big and no type of idiot would ever fuck this up. (Can you tell how hard it’s to keep a poker face?) Justin is linked to Brian and Ethan and also for some reason Ted(?) he has yet to make sense of that one but he swore that once he makes sense of it, it’s gonna blow my mind. Ted and brian are also linked with dotted line and he said and i quote ‘it has some weird potential cause i like how he calls him Bri like me’ only other person linked is Daphne (she is also dotted linked to Brian bc he likes them together and thinks they could be besties IF daph doesn’t disappoint him with Ethan. He thinks she will help Brian win Justin back) now here are his theories of what could happen: -he thinks that to get back together they should be put in a situation where Justin has to pretend to be Brian and Brian would be Justin (he watched an ep of White Collar where they did something similar so he got inspired but in his words he ‘made it gay’) the gay part is: role reverse sugar daddy/Justin would be forced to spend Brians money on Brian (this made me laugh bc of you) and somehow that would lead to them fucking -justin hits michael bc he still kinda hates him and he needs it to happen BUT he wants mikey to hit Justin back for Brian (since he can’t do it) which leads to Britin making up -justin breaks up with ethan bc of his ugly facial hair -justin and brian cheat together on ethan, he hates cheating but is willing to look the other way for them -brian hits ethan bc he hates his smug face and he wants Brian to hit someone -brian wins back justin and i quote ‘bri and i have yet to decide if we are okay with this one tho cause Bri is more than a consolation prize’ And for the Ethan points: there are only 4 thing’s written under his name: -i hate him, -he has a dumb goatee that makes no sense, like how does he shave that?(this was an entire 5 min long rant), -he’s not even good at playing that fucking ukulele -i hate how he talks when he says french stuff

My new favorite bit of his is the refusal to acknowledge that Ethan plays violin. Yesterday he told our mom that he plays the triangle. And i feel like it’s only right for you to know that: 1)he taped this paper on the wall next to the tv (it is an empty wall and then just a random piece of paper in the middle of it and that is all..) and 2) he did ALL this before 9 am.

I was going to send you this after we’d get back from the doctor later today but I am literally writing this while “working” cause he came back in the room to get more markers without saying a word and i am just hoping i don’t find any more papers taped on my wall when I get out of this meeting.

We welcome this man as all our problem. He’s got people going back and rewatching Ethan scenes to see if his theory that Justin’s artwork was an image of Britin. We are all in this together.

He’s gone full conspiracy theory. Too many minutes with his thoughts is right. I’m dying.

But also his theories are not entirely wrong - Randy and Scott have said they thought Justin and Ted would get along. And of course we know that Brian hires Ted for Kinnetik and they become bros. And Daphne is Britin’s biggest shipper. She DOES help them get back together. And there is hitting with Michael involved over Justin. And there is cheating involved in Justin and Ethan breaking up. He is not wrong, anon, is the point.

Cracking up about the reverse sugar daddy situation.

Dyinggg over refusing to say he plays the violin. Kind of how his beloved Bri Bri refuses to call Ethan by his name.

I’m sorry your wall has been defaced with this conspiracy theory map. But also impressed.

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Ancient history infodump please?

hi

so

i went from ancient history to medieval history and back to ancient history and then a little bit of stone age history in like 2 sentences so im really sorry about thath gjghjn

i dont absorb as much as i end up absorbing at 6am. however, pieces of history like this:

are very interesting. as it stands, it is the oldest type of law. most crimes were 'you do this, you pay this amount of silver' usually in ounces or shekels of silver. if it related to a farm matter, it was barley per 'iku' of the field. and i find that hella interesting.

like, not 'prison' time, or anything, either silver or death or decapitation. if it was a farm? pay with your barley bitch.

i also find this interesting:

old versions of languages, even ones i don't understand, are all very cool. like, this was how they did things. it's not recognizable as its current language unless you know what it looks like and even now it reminds me of WingDings. But it is Old Chinese.

This, as well:

This is obviously old Sumerian and it's fairly hard to know why and how they got what they got from those symbols. I mean, did they understand it as perfectly as we do English? How? When was it decided on that this symbol definitively meant this? There were different stages of it too, which is similar to how English developed overtime (god am I glad we don't replace s' with f's now). It can look similar to Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs until you realize oh, Ancient Egyptian looked like this:

And I find it interesting that in my random 7am research, Ancient Rome did have slaves. And from a NaTM standpoint I NEVER see that in the diorama.

The multitude of languages that existed is immaculate. The fact we can even translate some of it is even better. And the thought that, back then, this was simply just a language, and now, it's ancient and entirely alien to something like English, is mindblowing. Imagine three thousand years later and English or French or Spanish is looked at like we look at hieroglyphs and cuneiform.

And I like to go back through old rulers as far as I can, as far as we have documented, and things like this are weirdly intriguing to me.

Not just because of how long ago it was, but because rulers used to look like that. Rulers who didn't know their empires or nations would go on this long. And now we see England's current king and you wonder what the fuck happened. We went from somebody wearing what looks like a polka-dot onesie to gold galore.

And then the development of languages. On the English Language wiki page (don't trust wiki), we have this as the first picture of English.

Now how in god's name is that English? I certainly wouldn't recognize that as English. However back then, it was. If you showed them the current model of English literature and language and alphabet, they wouldn't recognize it either, and so it tests just how much a language can develop and still be what it was.

It's also interesting how, if you go through the wiki pages of rulers of England/Normandy, and keep going, the farthest back you can go is to a Viking's page. English rulers that go back to a damn Viking, now isn't that something? The second farthest page you can go to is William Longsword's, and then Rollo's.

Richard I's portrait is similar in terms of frame to William's, so if we have full-scale portraits now and lots of detail, back then, it must've been a normally scaled portrait for it to be this small.

Richard I:

And William Longsword's:

Now back to Ancient:

Places like Ancient Egypt or Mesopotamia are particularly cool because Ancient Egypt can be called a cradle civilization. That's such a badass term. And to see things like the pyramids still standing is a testament to history's course and just how much of a mark the Egyptians left on history. They ruled with Pharaohs and now we rule with Presidents or Kings. They also believed in deities obviously, which is interesting.

Ancient Rome and Ancient China are fairly the same as well. However, they aren't all similar. Ancient China to me was more focused on hierarchy, new methods of travel and finding new silks/spices (hehe silk road). Ancient Rome was a step towards what we see as a republic and a slight democracy. They built elaborate buildings, statues, coliseums, and the like.

It all really goes back to a line of rulers. China had its Emperors, Rome had its dictators, and Egypt had its Pharaohs, England had its Kings. So just how in god's name did we change from that course? If America is a global power now, then if Ancient China was around now, they'd probably be a global power too. These empires scaled around the entire globe, meaning worldwide domination was likely easier than it would be now.

England/Britain still standing today as a more-or-less global power as well is fascinating. Almost two-thousand years of history and changing rulers and changing land, and they still stand. Compared to our less than three hundred years as a country, they're far more rooted into history.

Ancient China had changed as the world changed, and now it is what we know it as, China, but they were really a power back then. And to think some of these civilizations/empires were going on at the SAME time is insane. Of course, they weren't for most of it, but damn it, it's a cool thought.

I also find the Stone Age cool too. It's really just... a look at how much humans have evolved. Hell, this picture below (which you've probably seen) was a damn village. It looks like fucking holes in a hill.

It also begs the question of how much have humans physically changed? Was this considered livable and sustainable for a person's body back then? Tiny spaces and virtually no privacy and such close proximity with others? I mean... it's really just interesting to attempt to visualize what it was like.

Anyways,

FUCK Christopher Columbus

THAT is the moral of old history.

[lysnthere]

Waterfall

The sound of steps followed you, wet land squishing beneath your soles.

You were all warm and fuzzy from the hang-out you had with the tall skeleton an hour before, but the feeling was slowly fading away the further you walked in the soothing atmosphere. The splash of water and a distant song kept you company as you walked.

You decided to stop for a brief moment in a small woodsy bridge that connected the scattered pieces of land, steady among the blue glowing water. You sat down, legs dangling on the air as you were on the verge side.

“enjoying the view?”

You looked up, the skeleton with the blue jacket, Sans!

“Just taking a break, care to join?”

“heh, if you insist in prying me off of my work”

“Oh please…” you give an airy laugh his way.

He sat beside you, hands cozily stuck in his pockets, head up, watching the ceiling. You followed his gaze, looking up yourself.

Stars made of gems.

“how… how do they really look?”

You give him a glance before looking away again, sighing

“It’s hard to explain…. But I can assure you, that is one hell of a sight!” you smile longing “Is similar to those above us, the stars are silver, with a gentle hue of light adorning them, making the sky a deep dark blue, sometimes… You can see a comet speed across it, we call those-”

“shooting stars, yeah…”

“And if you see one, remember to cast a wish!” you giggle “Then we have the moon, a silver coin in a dotted dark cloth, sometimes it’s big, sometimes it’s small, it’s always changing, never the same”

.

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sob

.

.

“I’ll never see them again..” you choke another sob “I’ll never see the stars again, nor the moon, not the sun and the clouds, I’ll die here, in the darkness…” you don’t hold up any longer, burying your face in your hands, sobbing, thick tears rolling down, your nostrils getting less and less air. “H-how did you all made it up? For ages, buried in s-some, stupid m-mountain!”

Sans finally looks away from the ceiling and at you, he takes a moment, taking a deep breath in.

“hope is the last to die…” he deepens himself in his hoodie, now looking at the flowing water “we’re all holding up to something, someone.. we know that is our right to be under the sky, to have a real home outside this hole, so we wait, we’re patient enough to ‘stick around for as long as needed, some of us don’t… but we persist, that little determination in every monster soul screams to…”

Silence again, now the distant song a little louder, you try to concentrate yourself in the notes, wiping the tears off your face. You take a deep breath, and slowly gets up, steadying yourself on your two feet as the dizziness of crying gets to you.

“I… I hope that my soul is going to be of any help, if it means it will give a needing piece to free all of monster kind… I’m willingly to let go, after all….”

“I did come here to find an end”

“HUH? What do you mean?”

“If you’re the head of the royal guard, I am willing to give you my soul…” you look down at your feet

Undyne looked skeptical at you, but her eyes softened when she saw you standing there, her spear centimeters from your wobly form.

“I… We thank you human” she takes her phone and in an instant she calls someone “Hey, I need one of your short-cuts”

Your ears started buzzing, your eyes unfocused as someone with a blue jacket appeared from thin air, they exchanged some words and before you knew it in a blur you found yourself in a room filled with flowers, golden buttercups of a great size dotted the floor a tall figure looming over you.

Everything is a blur... the tall fire-haired guard and the blue jacketed skeleton stood behind as the tall white monster gently led you away from the flowers and into a long white corridor.

Another battle, but this time you didn’t bulge, your eyes looking but not..

a hit

another hit

damage, pain, but you didn’t move…

From your blurry vision you could see the man with a pitiful look in his eyes, and before the last strike was made, you smiled gently and quietly mouthed a weak ‘thank you’

everything went dark

But before the quiet, you could hear the sound of streaming water, and a soft, whimsical music, and on top of you, there wasn’t a ceiling but the stars and the moon.

“Now all we need is one last soul”