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random-thought-depository · 4 years ago

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One of the things that’s interesting about Space Seed is the way it makes the Star Trek universe a de facto alternate history setting. Based on the bits dropped there and elsewhere in TOS, their later twentieth and early twenty-first century looked very different from our later twentieth and early twenty-first centuries!

The Eugenics Wars supposedly happened in the 1990s. The Star Trek original series ran from 1966-69, so this would have been about 25-30 years in the future at the time; the 1990s were for 1960s people what the 2050s are to us in 2020. So, not a bad time frame for events that were supposed to be near-future-ish but not immediate.

Or, another way of looking at it, from the viewpoint of 1960s people, the Eugenics Wars would have been about as far in the future as WWII was in the past. I get the impression history felt faster in the ‘60s, because of proximity of the great upheavals of the earlier twentieth century, and because the space race and the counterculture were ongoing big things, and because after 1970 or so technological progress slowed because a lot of the technological “low-hanging fruit” was picked. Think about how much the world changed from 1940 to 1967! People expected that pace of change to continue in the future. Thus all the middle twentieth century expectations that we’d have moon colonies and commercial fusion power and so on by the early 2000s; the sort of expectations you see in science fiction like 2001. The original Star Trek series was very much part of that trend, projecting manned space exploration of the other solar system planets and suspended animation technology and genetically engineered superhumans in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. There’s a line in Space Seed when Kirk, Spock, etc. are first taking a look around Khan’s ship, that went approximately “Yeah, they used suspended animation in exploration ships back then cause back then it took years just to reach other planets of the solar system, interplanetary travel with faster ships that didn’t need suspended animation only started in 2018.” As somebody sitting in a timeline where it’s now 2021 and Luna is still the most distant world a human has walked on, hearing that sure made me feel something!

I remember somebody once commenting that Star Trek TOS’s vision of the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries reflected an idea, common during the ‘60s, that very soon we’d either get our act together or blow ourselves up. And I think what that comment was getting at was... There was an expectation that failure to do the former would quickly result in the latter so it was going to be one or the other. Something like our timeline, where we just sort of muddled through for the next fifty years, wasn’t expected; they’d have expected a scenario like that to have ended in the blow ourselves up outcome by now.

I think later Star Trek tried to kinda soft-retcon the timeline of the Eugenics Wars but never committed to explicitly changing it. According to First Contact, the “Third World War” happened around the 2050s (and this was building off stuff we saw in TNG). I think the implication is supposed to be that WWIII was the Eugenics Wars, but that requires ignoring some very explicit statements of dates in Space Seed and Wrath of Khan, and as I said, they never explicitly committed to a retcon. If we take what we see in the show at face value we’d conclude the Eugenics Wars and WWIII were two separate conflicts separated by about 50 years. Which makes it seem a bit weird that the Eugenics Wars apparently weren’t counted as a world war; based on the descriptions of them in Space Seed they were very destructive! Maybe the United States and the rest of the Americas and Australia and the Oceania nations stayed neutral, so they’re considered technically not a world war? Maybe they were less a single big war with two clearly defined sides and more a big mess of smaller interconnected conflicts like IIRC the Hundred Years War and the Thirty Years War?

Which... Star Trek has a reputation as the big optimistic science fiction, but this is making Star Trek Earth’s history from 1950 to 2070-ish look rather dystopian! We won’t be able to fully judge their history against ours until 2070 or so, but so far our post-WWII history looks more peaceful than their post-WWII history! One of the defining and good features of the post-WWII age is that it’s a long period of relative peace; it doesn’t sound like the people on Star Trek Earth would be saying the same thing from the vantage point of their 2021. I guess civilization blowing itself up every two generations would still be an improvement on the early twentieth century pattern of civilization blowing itself up every generation...

I think there have been some Star Trek novels written about the Eugenics Wars, and they squared it with real history by portraying it as a covert conflict that most people are the time were completely unaware of, kind of like the stuff that happens in Stargate and Men In Black? Eh, the descriptions of the Eugenics Wars in Space Seed really don’t fit with that idea. And I’ll just say that I don’t really like that “it’s all secret and the regular people have no idea any of this happening” trope; it’s OK in the right context but it’s got implications that limit storytelling and undertones of elitism I don’t like and I think a lot of the time it’s kind of lazy. If I were to just roll with the dates given for the Eugenics Wars, I’d take the approach of just leaning into the Star Trek universe being an honorary alternate history setting; I’d headcanon Star Trek Earth’s later twentieth and early twenty-first centuries as being 2001-ish, with commercial fusion power and moon colonies and crewed expeditions to the other planets of the solar system and lots of “futuristic” stuff (like, y’know, the process that created Khan) by the ‘90s and ‘00s. Admittedly I’m not sure how to square this with Star Trek: the Voyage Home, which mostly takes place in a 1980s that seems real-world-ish; it’d take some creative interpretation to reconcile them.

And, y’know... In some ways, Star Trek Earth’s late twentieth and early twenty-first century look better and more interesting than ours. Their world is clearly much more technologically advanced! Their space program is far more advanced than ours! On the other, looking at the descriptions of the Eugenics Wars ... if we had to choose, I think it might be a good thing that we got our history and not their history. Khan Noonien Singh sounds like a guy who’s inflicted a lot more death and suffering than Donald Trump and COVID19 ever will. Compared to Star Trek Earth’s late twentieth and early twenty-first century, our late twentieth and early twenty-first century is kind of boring, and sometimes boring is good.

And all this makes me think of something Chris Wayan (the Planetocopia guy) said about the Randomia principle:

“Let's say you're contemplating Randomia, an alternate Earth no better or worse than ours, with roughly the same biomass, same amount of arable land, about the same population... just re-distributed. Now, what regions will you notice the most? First, your home, of course, and then, other well-known regions--and well-known means inhabited.

Randomia will always look inferior! For, by definition, most readers will be from our world's high-population zones. Random changes will, on average, degrade them. And the lands that improve, that become the heartlands of Randomia's civilizations, are likely to be barren obscure lands in our world, mere names (if that) to non-Randomian readers. The Turnovian version of Europe is cold (millions of European readers groan), while the green Sahara nurtures great civilizations (a handful of Saharan readers cheer). If you love civilization, Randomia will probably kill or cripple the ones you love, and plant its greatest civilizations in places you associate with backwardness.

So the grass always looks browner in a parallel world--because what you value most, what you KNOW to value, is generally lost. This principle makes it hard to see alternate worlds fairly.”

The long post-WWII peace is something that hadn’t happened yet in the 1960s, therefore when Star Trek writers wrote a future history that didn’t contain it, they didn’t know they were writing a history that didn’t contain something important and good about the real history that was actually going to unfold. From the vantage point of 1967, it was optimistic to assume there wouldn’t be a nuclear war in the 1970s or 1980s! We, in 2021, can look back on the post-WWII period of relative peace that stretches 70 years long behind us, and know that our timeline contains this important good thing.

On the other hand, my perspective is also influenced by this Randomia effect; the more advanced technology of Star Trek 2021 Earth likely implies less poverty and more advanced medicine, which over a few decades might have saved more lives than the Eugenic Wars ended, making their timeline net better than ours (though containing great tragedies we avoided). One could certainly choose to imagine their world as being that way!

#Star Trek #warning: long

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roguish-gallery · 4 years ago

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Did you ever make that joker tier list, I always like seeing what people think of all the different ones. Though if they put Romero last I can no longer respect them.

LMAO I DID! I think I’ve made it kind of obvious in this blog but I... don’t... particularly... care... for... the joker.... unless he’s, y’know, fun to watch. Cause he’s a clown, and clowns are supposed to be entertaining. But since you politely brought it up, and and because I have a deep respect for mutual Romero-lovers, I guess this would be a good time to explain my rankings and just discuss my general thoughts on each clown:

General Thoughts:

For the most part, I don’t really care for the Joker. This is hardly an uncommon opinion here on tumblr, but I definitely fall on the side of the fandom that feels that he gets too much attention from DC. I get WHY they use him so often for films and comics, and I don’t have anything against *most* folks who consider them their favorite Batman villain, but at this point he’s used more for shock value and as a crutch instead of anything interesting. Like, instead of giving attention to the other Rogues, writers (at least for the comics) will try and make up some bullshit story that they can shoehorn the Joker into, ‘cause it sells. It’s tiring, and I feel like the character has lost his meaning; I can only read so many stories about the Joker, I don’t fucking know, wearing a suit made from dead babies and Jason Todd’s flayed corpse before I get sick of it.

I’m at the point where I’ll like any Joker who’s just fun to watch. I genuinely respect those who prefer darker interpretations of the character, but that isn’t me; I vastly prefer the lighthearted takes on him, because... at this point... writers who use the “cleaner” version of him tend to be more creative, since they actually have to write a Joker story that doesn’t rely on gore/torture porn.

TIER ONE:

Joker Baby: Self explanatory. Joker Baby is thematic, thoughtful, and intense. Everytime I watch this video, I shiver with fear and pleasure; something primal in me awakens whenever Joker Baby runs his fingers through his spray-on dyed hair, and ends up smearing green paint on his forehead- it represents the inner turmoil, the chaos, that resides within the disturbed body that is Joker Baby. Nothing can ever hope to top the artistic and cultural impact Joker Baby has had on society.

TIER TWO:

Batman Ninja: I genuinely believe that Batman Ninja is one of the most fun, organic, and creative things to come out from the Batman side of DC comics in like... hmmm... a decade, maybe (I could talk for hours about how much I love this movie but that’s something for a future post). This Joker is easily, and unironically my favorite interpretation of the character, period. I love his energy, his design, everything. This is the most fun I’ve ever had watching a Joker on-screen, and for that I’ve gotta give the film credit where it is due.

Batman ‘66: I looooove Caesar Romero. Batman ‘66 in general is one of my favorite pieces of Batman media, and I absolutely adore this Joker. The show is pure, genuine fun, and it’s nice to turn my brain off and watch a show where the entire cast was allowed to goof around. This Joker is just a cute, goofy little clown-man who likes to commit crimes, go surfing, turn Gotham’s water reserve into gelatin, and have wild orgies with Penguin, Catwoman, and the Riddler. I massively appreciate the hustle. I love his little mustache and his facial expressions. I’d give him a chaste little kiss on the cheek if I could.

The Batman: EXTREMELY CONTROVERSIAL TAKE BUT. I think TB!Joker is better than what people will give him credit for. I can only imagine how stressful it must have been to be the first Batman cartoon to follow BTAS and the writers for this show knew they were gonna be fucked no matter what they did with the Joker, so they just decided to try something completely different with him. Personally, I appreciate the new direction- he has a fun, unhinged energy. I’ve placed him higher than BTAS/BTNA!Joker simply because The Batman was the show that got me into the Rogues in the first place, and I’m just a bit closer to this Joker because of it. Also his vampire form was cool as FUCK in Batman Vs. Dracula and the scene where he gets drenched in blood at a blood bank is fucking awesome.

Batman the Animated Series/The New Adventures: Everyone loves BTAS’s Joker, and I’m no exception. Mark Hamill is fucking great, and the writers clearly knew the character well enough to create a version of him that can be fun and threatening. As an aside, I unironically like his redesign in BTNA- I remember Hamill mentioning somewhere that he thought it was neat that this Joker looked more like a shark (I’ll see if I can find a source on that... I think he said it in an interview with Kevin Smith?) and I kinda agree with him. the redesigns in the final season are hit or miss, but I didn’t get why so many people bitched about the Joker’s new look.

Batman Unlimited: Hear me out... Hear me out... Clown... funny... and cute... He wears a little crown and gives Solomon Grundy a little smooch on the cheek and it is as delightful as it sounds. Yes the Batman Unlimited films literally only exist to sell toys but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy them on some ironic level.

TIER THREE:

Lego Batman: He’s a gay icon. He has the range. Enough said.

White Knight: This is just a genuinely good, original take on the character, and the art in White Knight is absolutely gorgeous.

Arkham: My friends and I joke that this Joker is basically a more unhinged version of BTAS! Joker and... yeah. I’m glad Hamill and Paul Dini got to fuck around with the character more, but I never really dwelled on the Joker parts of the games like I might have for other characters. I definitely liked him the most in Arkham Asylum, as he was more fun to watch. Arkham City was fiiiiine, but I think I replayed the game so much that I kinda got fatigued with everything about it. Genuinely hated his part in Origins, and I was pissed that he stole the attention from Black Mask and Bane (who’s the best fucking part of Origins IMO). I’ll admit that I... Haven’t... played... Knight yet (I have it on PC but my laptop is too wimpy to run it) but like... He’s dead at that point, so I’d assume he isn’t the main point of that game anyway. I love Mark Hamill and the fact I can personally beat the shit out of this Joker, so he’s ranked up pretty high for those reasons.

TIER FOUR:

Batman ‘89: TBH this Joker should be a rank higher, but I’m too lazy to hop onto PicsArt to change it. NIcholson was an excellent choice, and I apprecaite how this Joker makes use of the playful and unhinged aspects of the character. Also, his outfits are cute, and I love the museum scene.

Brave and the Bold: Technically this Joker SHOULD be ranked higher since he’s literally based on the more lighthearted comics in the 60′s but... ehhh... I haven’t really watched BATB so I don’t have any strong opinions on the show and how it handles the character. he’s ranked this high through beause I appreciate what they were going for.

Golden Age: The quality of comics are always subjective, based on the creative team behind them. Some I’ll like more, others less so, It’s kind of hard to rank the pre-52 comic version of the Joker because of this.

TIER FIVE:

Killing Joke: Read it, didn’t care for it. I acknowledge how massive the impact this comic had on... everything, but just because I recognize how important this graphic novel is, doesn’t mean I have to like it.

The Dark Knight: Ledger did an excellent job with the role, but uhh... I’m kind of sick of the alt-right chuds who are out there sucking this Joker’s dick. The fanbase definitely ruined the character for me.

TIER SIX:

99′: Eh

Endgame: No

Suicide Squad: NO

Death of the Family: Hate him. Despise him. Lame stupid dumb little edgy bitch.

Gotham (Jeremiah): I don’t particulary care for Gotham in general, but the only reason I ranked this Joker over Jerome is beause I thought it was kinda funny to see that they made him a little rat-man, and I liked watching all the fujoshi on here cry and complain that they can’t ship this version of the joker with the pre-pubescent Bruce Wayne in the show bc he’s too ugly.

Gotham (Jerome): stop shippping this freak (who is fucking eighteen years old) with a literal twelve year old child. what the FUCK is wrong with yall.

UNRANKED:

The Joker (2019): I don’t plan on watching this film, nor will I ever. I know this is ironic, coming from someone who runs a Rogue blog, but stuff that focuses primarily on a character’s deteriorating mental health makes me reaaaaallllllyyyyy anxious (it’s kind of a phobia) and considering that I don’t particularly the Joker, I have no reason to watch something I know will only give my dumb ADHD-ass intrusive throughts.

#tier list #this was nice to finally write out- I don't typically write Joker stuff unless someone prompts it #the joker #gonna tag this as discourse just to hopefully keep it out of ppl's feed #bc i know how... defensive... joker fans... can get...#discourse #long post

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fly-pow-bye · 6 years ago

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DuckTales 2017 - The Shorts!

Finally, I decided to talk about these.

PPG 2016 isn't the only reboot to have net-exclusive shorts, as Disney's YouTube channel had several DuckTales shorts across its first season.

Welcome to Duckberg!

A few months before the premiere of DuckTales 2017, Disney released these shorts to introduce everyone to the citizens of Duckberg. Namely, it focuses on the inhabits of the McDuck Manor. Most of these are just one joke premises, which is fitting because they aren't even a minute long.

For example, here's one where Webby is sneaking around in a dark place, aiming for some sort of ancient artifact with her various gadgets. This was online before the very first episode, so this is actually our first look at the new Webby. No longer is she just the "little girl" of the group; she seems to be a spy in training with her night vision goggles, her glowstick, and her grappling hook!

This ancient artifact turns out to be a cookie jar, and the only cookie left is one of the common yuck cookies: oatmeal raisin. Hey, I'd eat it. Dewey shows up specifically to tell Webby that he's eating the last chocolate chip. That's kind of mean.

Then this happens. Yeah, that doesn't look like anger, it looks more like demonic possession. There's a similar short with the new Mrs. Beakley, where she easily takes care of a ghost that the boys were struggling with. It makes sense, as these characters have huge changes from the classic DuckTales. They might as well show them off.

There's a Huey short, featuring a character that looks a lot like the Tenderfeet. Thankfully, he doesn't talk or do any "devil in plain sight" gags, he's just here to show off that Huey is the one that reads that Junior Woodchuck Guidebook the most. Definitely his best performance, but that isn't saying a lot.

There's no real Dewey-focused short beyond his appearance in the Webby short. There is kind of a Louie short, involving a "time machine" that, oddly enough, works exactly like the time machine in that one episode of the other reboot. Thankfully, this reboot only made it a minute long short, and it works okay.

The biggest highlight is this short with Launchpad McQuack, and it's completely fitting of his character. I don't even want to talk about it; it would ruin the magic of watching the actual short.

There's also one for Donald Duck's years-not-shown birthday, which oddly wasn't included in the compilation. This is a shame, because it's a decent joke. Again, it's just the one, and it's not as good as the Launchpad one. Then again, very few things are.

The next series of shorts is a lot more interesting, as they all fit together into one short, released in minute-long chunks throughout a month. Fittingly enough, it happens to be called...

The World’s Longest Deathtrap!

The episode begins with Webby landing in the titular deathtrap, with Dewey. I guess they felt sorry that he didn't get a short of his own, since we get a lot more Dewey here.

Unfortunately, due to Dewey not being too bright, he presses a button that causes the deathtrap to activate, causing the walls to very slowly close in on them. Webby theorizes that this deathtrap has aged very poorly over the centuries it existed.

When I saw these pop up on YouTube, I was thinking this was just a joke video with nothing really happening. This couldn't be further from the truth. One part is pretty much entirely "Launchpad doesn't know how to rescue people from a hole", and it's absolutely hilarious.

Eventually, everyone except for Scrooge, who is absent entirely from these series of shorts, ends up in the deathtrap. They keep unintentionally activating even more traps, before Huey drops in and tries to use his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to help out. In a way, it worked. How? Watch to find out.

I would not be surprised if this short started out as either a scene in an episode or a whole episode in itself, but they either felt it was too throwaway, or that they ran out of ideas. It's a good watch.

Dewey Dew-Night!

Aw, yeah. The talk show introduced in Day of the Only Child gets its first big expansion here. The main plot is that Dewey wants his talk show to become popular on the internet, so he tries his best to get the best guests, the best sketches, and the best Dewey he can muster to get those sweet sweet thumbs ups. It's just as funny as it was in Day of the Only Child, though I do wish those cardboard cutouts returned.

The first short focuses on Webby. It's sort of funny in that everything is just awkward, as if he's making this all up as he goes along. Fitting!

They're still trying to make Manny the Headless Horse a thing. Maybe there's some people who really like him, but I found him more of an "eh" character. Dewey doesn't seem to like him either; his original guest was supposed to be Scrooge McDuck. Unfortunately, he decided Dewey Dew-Night was well below him, much to Dewey's derision. Whether it was unfortunate for Dewey or Scrooge is pretty obvious.

He even tries to do segments, like "Will It Crash?", an parody of "Will It Blend?" Dewey apparently never realized that ship has sailed almost a decade ago, even if Launchpad is the highlight of all of these shorts. That is an accomplishment, actually, this series and the deathtrap one could work as B-plots.

Unfortunately, none of this seems to get him the audience he so desperately craves. He even keeps pointing towards his likes and dislikes, which eventually skews slightly towards the latter. He seems to blame his audience for this, but he understands. He decides to try to go on a unicycle and jump over a cat. A real cat, by the way; I can’t help but notice when they use non-anthropomorphic animals.

Unfortunately, any attempt to actually finish this stunt was ruined because the rest of the boys were tired. There is a hidden joke here, where Dewey thinks that because it's a late night talk show, it's supposed to be filmed at night, too. If only he knew.

Oh, and there's this really good running gag with Glomgold throughout this entire series of shorts.

Dewey: Apologies to Flintheart Glomgold, who had to be bumped.

Glomgold: (off-screen) WHAT?!

I like how it is implied that Glomgold successfully infiltrated the McDuck Mansion, but just can't wait to be on this completely legitimate talk show. Best of all, it has an actual payoff. All in all, a great way to use the format.

There are a few other shorts, but there's not much to say about them. There's Webby Reacts, a series where Webby Vanderquack does an in-character reaction to various Disney Channel programs. It did remind me of the very short lived revival of Beavis and Butt-Head, where they had segments where they talked over MTV's other programming.

The other is DuckFAILS, which is just the nephews, the honorary niece, and Launchpad failing to do things in glorious stop motion. I guess Scrooge McDuck had a "no failing" clause. I can't insult the amount of time it would take to make these, and this seems like something that would be fun to see between shows.

I'm sad that they didn't do anything like this to tide us over during this current hiatus...but I guess that's what I'm doing, at least.

← What Ever Happened To Della Duck?! 🦆 Treasure of the Found Lamp! →

#fpb dt 2017 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #disney

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helpmeholdontoyou · 5 years ago

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1-3, 5, 6, 10, 13, 16, 17, 21, 22, 31-34, 38-42, 47-50, 54-56, 61-66, 72 (only if you’re comfortable sharing), 77, 79, 80, 83-88, 91, 96, 99-101, 110, 111, 116, 121, 124, 126, 127, 139, 142-145, 148-150, 153 (only if you’re comfortable sharing), 157, 158, 163, 170 😊

i cannot believe you did this to me, chris! this took forever hahahahahah but here it goes!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

I suppose I wish I was an inch or two taller!

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

I have ALWAYS wanted a ferret

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Bohemian

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day

Hmmmm... my boyfriend, my mom, and food 🤣

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

warning: says it like it is, no sugar coating 😊

10: Are you allergic to anything?

tree nuts!

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

cats 🐈

16: How tall are you?

5’4

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

coraline ;)

21: Are you religious?

spiritual. i don’t believe in a singular god.

22: Pet peeves?

uh i have a lot but off the top of my head i hate when people bite their nails it grosses me out (think of all the things you touch in a day! ick!)

31: Do you get scared easily?

nah not at all..... eh actually I rethought this and came back bc i do get scared when it’s a snow storm and my boyfriend is gone plowing and our power goes out

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

weirdly, 13

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

10/10 Chris, of course!

34: What is a color that calms you?

orange

38: Introvert or extrovert?

it really depends on the situation im definitely good at socializing but i like to be alone

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

i do but not the shit you read in cosmo magazine

40: Hugs or kisses?

hugs

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

i would like to visit my cousin who lives in hawaii!

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

my boyfriend vinnie, honestly. i didn’t know what love really was before him.

47: What is a sound you really hate?

the sound of a fan can really bug me or like that sound when you have plastic or styrofoam in your car

48: A sound you really love?

bugs, like summer nights

49: Can you do a backflip?

before my surgeries, yes

50: Can you do the splits?

before my surgeries, yes

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

i need my redone highlights baldly!!!

55: When did you feel happiest?

id like to think ive never seen my happiest day yet

56: Something that calms you down?

im just gonna say it... smoking weed

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

any kind of hateful sentiment or ignorant statement will usually garner an unfollow from me and also if they like ridiculously go overboard with selfreblogging, like flooding my dash daily to the point where it’s unavoidable, unfortunately.

62: What makes you follow a blog?

usually if i see they have the same interests as i do!

63: Favorite kind of person:

this is a very vague question i don’t understand?

64: Favorite animal(s):

cats, hermit crabs, ferrets, guinea pigs, sheep, omg i could go on i have a farm lolll

65: Name three of your favorite blogs.

YOURS & @swiftlysunshine & @nurseaddison

66: Favorite emoticon:

🤗

72: Post a selfie or two?

I’m too lazy to tag it in this post after all these questions lmao

77: Do you like to swim?

YES!

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

pickles

83: Favorite person to talk to:

my boyfriend

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

honestly i don’t really remember it was so long ago lol

85: How many followers do you have?

im gonna choose not to say because things can get really ridiculous around here with big blogs vs small blogs

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

hell no.

87: Do your socks always match?

nope

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

no lol i have a spine fusion im healing from

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

lavender.. i know that’s an herb but it technically flowers ;)

96: Winter or summer?

summer, 100% of the time

99: Someone you look up to:

my sister

100: A store you love?

Anthropologie

101: Favorite type of shoes

slippers im a homebody

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

‘why do you have a handicapped pass?’

111: A question you hate being asked?

‘how are you so skinny?!’ (I realize there are worse things you could be asked but it’s just fucking annoying to get questioned about anything body-related)

116: Favorite cloud type:

WHAT Chris you are random um cumulonimbus clouds ☁️

121: Something you want to do right now

refill my drink

124: Bright or dim lights?

dim

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

drama

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

my family calls me boo, boo bear, boobah

my friends call me care, carrie, carebear

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

good

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

giving

144: What makes you angry

slow drivers

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

fluently, one

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

ummmmmm my hair? does that count?

149: Favorite thing about your personality

i believe im pretty insightful

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

my mom, my best friend, @taylorswift

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]

high school originally!

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

literally life

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

um once in high school i told my parents i was just hanging out with my one friend in my basement and then instead i for some reason thought i could get away with throwing a house party in my basement and like sneak people in... with my parents right upstairs? anyway i got ridiculously drunk, the plan did not work, my dad screamed at me and i fainted as he was screaming at me HAHAHaHAHAHaH

163: Last time you cried and why:

today, over something taylor did for a fan i thought was just so sweet

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

yep!

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thesilverstaganddoe · 5 years ago

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The Beginning: Psychology and the Law (Killing Eve Fic) Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: You’re You

Late on a lazy Saturday morning in early February, Eve found herself knocking on Oksana’s apartment door. When Oksana didn’t answer, Eve, without really thinking about it, pushed it open. It was, of course, unlocked, which was typical of Oksana. She rarely seemed to have a care in the world.

Oksana poked her head over the top of the couch when she heard Eve’s voice. She was sprawled there on her stomach wearing the dark blue, silken dressing gown that Eve had become more the slightly familiar with over the past few weeks.

“Hi, Eve. I did not know you were coming over.”

“I texted you, but I guess you didn’t see it. I was just hoping I could get a copy of that packet of materials from Dr. Marten’s presentation on Friday.”

“Ah, yes...I do not know where my phone is.”

Eve heard a door open from across the apartment and looked up to see a woman she did not recognize emerging from Oksana’s bedroom.

Oh.

The woman froze when she saw Eve and her eyes drifted back and forth between the two of them and eventually settled on Oksana.

“Uh...thank you...for…”

Oksana raised an eyebrow. “For the sex?”

“Yes.” The woman stared at her feet. So did Eve. Oksana looked entirely unbothered.

Without another word, the woman hurried towards to door and Eve took at step forward so they wouldn’t brush up against each other.

As soon as the door closed, Oksana made a face at Eve. “I couldn’t remember her name. Could you tell?”

Eve just blinked at her. She knew Oksana was sleeping with other people, obviously. It was casual, they weren’t exclusive, there was nothing wrong with that. It was just...very awkward to actually run into them. And especially strange that Oksana didn’t seem to notice that it was awkward.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t tend to remember names.”

“You remembered my name after we first slept together.” Eve said it before she could think about it and determine if it was really the most appropriate comment. It seemed to confuse Oksana more than anything.

“Well, of course. You’re you. They’re just hook-ups.”

Eve somehow felt even more uncomfortable than she had before.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come over, I didn’t realize you had someone staying over.”

“It’s fine. And they weren’t really staying over the night we only got here a few hours ago.”

Eve glanced at her watch, but before she had time to actually do that math, she heard the bedroom door open again.

It was a different girl.

Eve stared at Oksana, who feigned a sheepish grin.

The second girl didn’t even attempt to say a goodbye and just quickly slipped out the door.

“My God, Oksana, you’re a nymphomaniac.”

“I’m just enjoying myself.” She popped up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. “I am going to make a smoothie for breakfast. Would you like a smoothie, Eve?”

“I don’t think it’s really breakfast if you haven’t gone to sleep yet.”

“Anything can be breakfast, Eve.”

Eve rolled her eyes and Oksana paused throwing things in a blender so she could study her over the island.

“Are you jealous, Eve? Don’t be jealous. I thought about calling you, but it didn’t really seem like your kind of thing. And you were probably asleep at six in the morning. Would you have wanted me to?

“I…”

“I can call you next time, if you like. It’s a lot of fun, I promise.”

“I…”

“I will text you and you can decide then.”

Eve blinked twice. “Okay.” Oksana grinned. “Here, the smoothie is almost ready. It is strawberries and mango, you will like it.”

Eve accepted the smoothie and Oksana was right, it was delicious.

After she'd finished, she rinsed the glass off in the sink and glanced over at Oksana sitting at the counter flipping through a clothing catalogue.

“Well, if you have that packet, I can get out of your hair. Or I can grab it later, whatever.”

Oksana looked up at her, seeming surprised.

“You don’t want to stay? We can watch movies, I recorded a bunch of really dumb stuff, it would fill the entire day. And I have all sorts of snacks. Five flavors of popcorn!”

“Um…” Eve fiddled with the zipper on her coat. “Shouldn’t you sleep? It sounds like you had a long night.”

Oksana gave her a chipper grin. “I feel fine! I want to watch movies.” She did, indeed, look wide awake. Oksana pushed her glass over to Eve. “Will you wash it for me? I will start the TV.”

Eve nodded and took the glass, while Oksana wandered back to the living room area and began fiddling with the remote. Apparently, Eve was going to stay.

Oksana called to her, “What do you want to watch? I have true crime shows and old horror films, like The Shining and some other. And some stupid shit like The Princess Bride. Have you seen that? I think it’s supposed to be very stupid.”

Eve came to stand behind Oksana sitting on the couch and looked through the list on the TV screen. “It’s not stupid, it’s sweet.”

“I think sweet is probably stupid.”

“Well, then you won’t like it.”

“I think I will. Stupid is funny.”

Eve rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever you say. But don’t blame me if you get bored.”

She settled down in the arm chair that was to the side of Oksana’s couch and Oksana immediately gave her a critical look.

“Eve, why would you sit there? You cannot see the TV properly at that angle, it will ruin the movie. Come sit on the couch with me.”

Eve was finding the situation slightly uncomfortable for no clearly discernible reason.

“Um, okay.”

Oskana patted the spot next to her, clearly slightly annoyed with what she considered to Eve’s poor movie watching decision making, and Eve sat herself down in the desired location.

It was fine. She’d watch the movie, head home after. No big deal. There was no reason to feel weird. Oksana had just made it awkward with her hypersexual shenanigans. Which was typical Oksana, as usual.

———-

Oksana mocked the majority of the movie. About halfway through, she found her favorite point of criticism.

“Why does he keep saying ‘as you wish’? Does he have no original thoughts? Does it mean something? Is there a secret code or something here?”

“Why would you assume it’s a code?”

“I don’t know, it’s better than him being unoriginal. But he probably is. The movie is stupid, I told you it would be.”

“It does mean something. Do you want me to tell you what it is?”

“Is it relevant to the ending?”

“I guess, kind of.”

“Then, no. I want to be surprised. I’ll bet it’s a code.”

“I wouldn’t really call it a code, exactly.”

“Eve, no clues! I want to be surprised.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

“You should have said ‘as you wish’.”

Eve’s stomach flipped. “I think I’m fine with what I said.”

Oksana shrugged. “As you wish.”

Eve sighed out a breath, hissing through her front teeth. “You probably shouldn’t say that until you know it’s underlying meaning.”

“I assume it’s funny. Either intentionally or in a stupid way. So regardless I am good with it.”

Eve closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

Oksana was a very difficult person.

———-

“I don’t understand,” Oksana said when the movie finished.

“What do you mean?”

“You said there was some meaning behind the ‘as you wish' thing.”

“Well, yeah they told you. He way telling her he loved her when he said it.”

“But, why?”

“What? Because he loved her.”

“Well, yeah. But why does that mean ‘I love you’.”

Eve’s stomach felt very weird. “I...don’t know how to explain this.”

Oksana rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I thought that movie was strange. Except for that rat, I liked that rat. We will watch a cartoon next. One with animals.” She crawled over the back of the couch and went back into the kitchen. “I’m getting the popcorn. And ordering a pizza. What do you want on it? Nevermind, I shall get several.”

Eve lay her head back against the couch, trying to figure out how she felt more tired than Oksana seemed.

———

Apparently, Oksana was at least somewhat exhausted from her sleepless night filled with...exuberant activities. She fell asleep halfway through the third animal cartoon, after eating a bag of caramel corn and several pieces of pizza.

More specifically, she fell asleep and eventually slipped over until she was snoring slightly on Eve’s lap.

Eve wasn’t really sure what to do about that.

Oksana's dressing gown had slipped open quite a bit and Eve could see the full curve of her breasts and the smooth skin between them stretching down across her stomach towards her hips where the belt of the gown just barely held the fabric across her.

It wasn’t a big deal, by any means. Eve had seen her naked more times than she could possibly count at that point. But somehow it felt...far too intimate.

And yet, she let Oksana lay there. She thought about leaving, wondered if it was the right thing to do. It might have made her feel better, might have been less awkward in the somewhat ambiguous situation. But Oksana looked so peaceful, so exhausted, the Eve couldn't bring herself to disturb her. So she just turned on another film and let her sleep.

Night had just started to fall when Oksana finally drifted awake. She blinked sleep from her eyes slowly and then finally seemed to notice the dark that had settled around her. “Oh,” she said, pushing herself up into a sitting position, “I fell asleep.”

“Yes, you did. For several hours,” Eve said, hitting pause on the TV. She’d moved on to one of the murder documentaries and the screen was filled with blood. Oksana didn’t seem to notice or care.

Oksana swept some sleep dust from her eye with a long finger. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It was probably good for you.”

“Eh.”

She got up and stretched and the gown slipped further away from her body. Eve’s eyes involuntarily followed the fabric as it fell. Oksana turned to look at her and caught her gaze before Eve could look away. She grinned and stretched again, a much more purposefully sensual display.

“Were you checking me out while I slept, Eve?”

Eve knew she was blushing. “No.”

Oksana plopped herself on Eve’s lap, hands on her shoulders. The gown was no longer doing anything in terms of coverage. “I think you’re lying. I know you like my body.”

Eve sighed, not bothering to even pretend anymore, and slipped her hands under the fabric, so she could settle them on Oksana’s bare waist.

“Maybe I was.”

“Mmmhm.”

Oksana leaned in and wrapped her arms around Eve’s neck, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was slow and soft, gentler than was typical for Oksana. She pulled away and got back up, pulling Eve with her by the hand.

“Come in here,” she said, heading towards the bedroom.

Eve, of course, followed without question.

Oksana pushed her down onto the bed, but it wasn’t with her usual strength, more lighthearted and playful than anything. She still seemed slightly dazed from her nap, but happily crawled on top of Eve anyway, quick to bring their lips back together and fumble for the buttons on Eve’s shirt. Her kisses were a bit sloppy, but still in no way lacking their usual passion.

She had the shirt pushed halfway off Eve’s shoulders when she paused and planted her hands on either side of Eve's chest and leaned her forehead against Eve’s. Her eyes drifted closed and she sighed.

Eve ran her fingers down Oksana’s spine and felt goosebumps rise up on her skin.

“Are you okay?”

She hummed and nodded. “Yes, very good. I just got tired for a moment. I will perk up now.”

Eve laughed lightly and rested her hands against Oksana’s sides. “You’ve slept like four hours in the past 48 hours. You should be tired. We can just sleep, you know. We don’t have to have sex.”

“Mmm, but I want to fuck you.” She pressed kisses down the side of Eve’s neck and pushed her hands under Eve’s bra so she could cup her breasts.

“We could do that tomorrow.”

“Mmm.” She nipped lightly at Eve’s earlobe and her fingers dug into Eve’s breasts a little more. “Maybe.”

“Go to sleep, Oksana, it’s okay.”

Instead of answering right away, she kissed Eve’s neck again, long and slow, and her lips rested against Eve’s neck even after the kiss had passed. Eve felt them move against her skin as Oksana mumbled, “You will be here for sex in the morning, yes?”

Eve laughed and wrapped her arms around Oksana’s waist, pulling her closer. It pressed their hips together a bit and Oksana rolled her hips against Eve’s immediately and sighed.

“Yes. I will be here for sex in the morning.”

Oksana nodded against Eve’s neck and relaxed completely, dropping her full body weight on top of Eve.

“Are you going to sleep on top of me?”

Oksana nodded again.

Eve let it go. Based on the sound of Oksana’s heavy breathing, she was asleep within minutes. Eve fell asleep, fully clothed, not long after.

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Shattered, Chapter 5

Notes:As always, big thanks to my amazing editors Drucilla and BlueShifted!

Originally "Mother" was going to be Mortimer, but I decided that would be too creepy. Also, certain lines should give away who she is, eh?

Summary: As Minnie begins her journey, she discovers beautiful treasures, but may fall prey to the dangers beneath.

Minnie was cold, endlessly cold, and she couldn't move. She lay with her back on the ice, the cold eating up her toes, then her feet, her ankles, her legs... every nerve in her body screamed in agony before going completely numb. She searched for her voice to cry for help, but now she felt the cold in her lungs, pricking her insides, clawing its way up her throat, and then she felt a pair of hands on her neck , the Snow Queen -

“But you... just... wouldn't... learn... your... PLACE!”

She woke up with a shriek, startling Ratface so much he jumped into the air, flapping his wings erratically. “Oh, me, oh my!” He then alighted on the side of the boat, looking around for whatever enemy had suddenly approached. Once he realized it was nothing and no one, he sighed hard, rubbing his feathers on his chest. “Sheesh... you nearly gave me a heart attack, pretty girl! You intend to scare me to death?”

Minnie didn't say anything, breathing hard, trying to remember where she was and why she was here. Slowly she touched her neck, relieved that it had been a nightmare – and hoping it wasn't a prediction of things to come. “I-I'm sorry...” she murmured, taking a long look at her surroundings. “I have bad dreams every now and then.” The boat had stopped, nudged between several large rocks on a grassy shore. The water still kept churning, but the boat would go no further. “I think this is far as we can go.”

“'Every now and then',” Ratface repeated with a grumble as Minnie collected her satchel. “If you do this every time you sleep, I'll fly away right now, I swear it. Nightmares aren't supposed to last that long. You're supposed to be an adult. You ought to do something about it.”

Minnie hoisted her satchel over her shoulder before sparing him a look. “Like what?”

Ratface huffed. “Must I think of everything?”

Minnie quickly decided Ratface liked to complain for the sake of complaining. He'd never fit in if he lived in the village. She climbed out of the boat, and walked through the chilly water before making it to solid ground. It was a little painful, since she had no shoes. She almost called Ratface lucky for not having nightmares, but remembered his rage for that word, and tried to form the thought in a different way. “Do you have trouble sleeping, Ratface?”

“I don't like to sleep.” Ratface watched her until she was on dry land, and then flew to her shoulder, perching perfectly. He was a bit heavy, but Minnie didn't mind. “I find it to be terribly lazy. I bore easily.”

“But everyone needs to sleep. How do you get your rest if you don't sleep?”

“How do you mind your own business if you keep yapping on?”

Goodness gracious – talking with Ratface was like going two steps forward and one step back. No wonder the bird had been all by himself when Minnie came upon him. She wondered if anyone else could stand him if he kept going back and forth with his answers. She didn't want to think this way – she should be grateful for any help she had – but he could stand to be a little nicer. The old standard from the village kept her from saying so - What was the point? If she was grateful, then why make things bothersome? But the thought lingered on her mind, and bounced on her tongue without ever leaving her mouth.

They walked on the greenest grass Minnie had ever seen, and her eyes kept going down, marveling at its beauty. “Do you think anyone would mind if I took some of this grass with me? It's so nice to look at.”

“Maybe we'll need it in case a cow needs a gift,” Ratface said with a snicker.

Minnie bent down to snatch a handful. “That would be nice. It could give us some milk in exchange.”

Ratface stopped snickering. “You don't know what sarcasm is, do you?” When Minnie merely blinked at him, he ran his feathers down his face. “No wonder I can't get a rise out of you. How do you expect to survive in this world if you can't stand up for yourself? I bet I could smack your face and you'd apologize for it.”

Minnie placed the grass inside her satchel and continued walking. “I don't think you'd hurt me... at least, not unless you had a good reason for it.” She wished they never came upon such a reason, but one could never be entirely sure.

“And that's another thing. You trust far too easily. How do you know I'm not leading you into a trap?”

“I don't think you are. Are you?”

The raven made a frustrated “harrrumph” deep in his throat, which Minnie thought was kind of cute. It reminded her of when she first started feeding Figaro – he'd inch closer, then retreat if Minnie moved, trying to pretend he wasn't interested. Perhaps like the kitten, Ratface just needed to be won over with simple kindness. She moved to gently brush the top of his head with her finger.

“I am not a pet,” he growled, but he didn't stop her.

They walked on for what felt like many a mile, Minnie's feet aching terribly. Just as her legs would shake and she would wonder if she was fit to collapse, Ratface would suddenly complain that she was moving too fast and she needed to stop before he emptied his stomach. He demanded she sit so he could clean his feathers which she “ruffled up with her pigeon fingers”, which took some time. Funny how when she was able to walk again, her body felt better. This happened quite a few times.

At midday, with Minnie's stomach beginning to growl, she was about to stop to eat the vegetables she brought along, when the sight of something miraculous destroyed her hunger. “Oh!” she gasped, “Ratface, look at that!”

“Must I?” Ratface jumped off of her shoulder just as Minnie began to sprint forward, still amazed at what she was seeing.

There, in this endless green, lay a garden of hundreds of different colored flowers, the likes of which Minnie had never seen before. These were even beyond the boundaries of Mickey's books, with petals of varying shapes and mixed colors that blew her imagination way. They circled around a quaint house with a rusty red rooftop, and the windows were hidden by velvet red curtains. Minnie paid no mind to the house, going from flower to flower to marvel at their appearance. “I've never seen anything like these!” Minnie declared, running her fingers along soft purple buds. “Mickey would love these... Maybe I can take some of them with me.”

“We shouldn't be here, pretty girl,” Ratface said, now perched on the edge of the roof. “We must get going.”

Minnie knew he was right, but everywhere she turned there was a new flower to adore, and she found it difficult to tear herself away. “But they're all so beautiful! Are these kinds of flowers that we'll see as we go to the Snow Queen?”

“You won't know if you don't get moving,” Ratface replied, but his usual barbed demeanor had sharpened, and he paced along the edge, trying to urge Minnie along, his feathers tightly slicked. “Flowers are flowers, they're just plants, now stop planting yourself in one place and go!”

Was he being rude again for the sake of being rude? Minnie was getting tired of that attitude – and that's when the door began to loudly creak open. Minnie stopped where she was, as did Ratface, as a pale hand emerged from the darkness within.

“Is someone there?” the owner of the hand whispered.

Ratface jerked his head to the side urgently, trying to signal that Minnie should get out of there – but that would be so disrespectful! Minnie placed her hands together, hoping she hadn't disturbed the owner of the household. “I'm sorry, miss. We were just passing through.”

“Oh, my, my, my.” The door then opened all the way, and out stepped a lovely older woman, smiling serenely at Minnie. Her dark hair curled up around her shoulders, swaying with her as she walked out into the sunshine. Her dress was as red as the rose tucked behind Minnie's ear, with yellow trimmings along the sleeves and bottom. “It's been ages since I've had company. What's a little thing like you doing here all by your lonesome?”

“I'm not by my lonesome,” Minnie explained, pointing to the bird who slapped his wing to his face. “Ratface, come say hello.”

The woman's kind face instantly hardened, and when she glared at Ratface, Minnie nearly thought the raven would molt. “I despise birds,” she hissed, clutching her arms. “They're filthy creatures, rats with wings... what an appropriate name.” Ratface blew a raspberry, but didn't speak. The woman then instantly became all smiles again as she approached Minnie. “But enough about him. Who are you, who trespassed into my garden, dear one?”

Minnie felt a sting of guilt. “Oh, I... I'm Minnie, miss. I really didn't mean to trespass. I should get going...”

“Nonsense!” The woman placed her hand on Minnie's shoulder. “You just got here, why leave so soon? Look at you, you have no shoes! Which I guess I should be grateful about, since you would have destroyed my garden otherwise with all your stomping around.” She laughed a bit, pushing Minnie. “It's a joke, dear.”

Was it? What was the punchline? “I... I guess it couldn't hurt to rest my feet a bit.”

“Exactly. Come inside, I'll make you some tea, we'll chat, you'll relax, and if you want to go, you'll feel much better about everything.” She didn't seem to be giving Minnie much choice about it, given how forcefully she was shoving Minnie into the house.

Minnie cast one more look at Ratface, whose emerald eyes seemed to be... sad? “What about my friend?”

“Friend? That's no friend,” the woman scoffed, shutting the door behind them. “What kind of friend treats you like that? I couldn't help but overhear you earlier. He's always insulting you, isn't he? I bet he was just using you, playing with his prey. What an awful animal.” The inside of the house was much larger than the outside should have been, and Minnie looked back and forth between the interior and the door, confused. There were many rooms, and the thin, red carpet led to each one like an arrow. Shelves lined every wall, and on each shelf was a porcelain doll. Each doll had a unique dress, and a unique style of hair, but they all wore the same dull, lifeless expression that stared into nothing.

“Let me get that for you,” the woman said as she slid Minnie's satchel off her back.

Minnie whipped around, surprised at how easily it came off. “B-But that's my-”

“Relax, dear! Do you think I'm a thief, after I've let you into my house out of the goodness of my heart?”

The younger girl felt herself shrinking. “N-No, of course not, miss, but... there are some very important things in there.”

“So we shall take very important care of them.” Which apparently meant hanging it on an empty coat rack. “And enough of this 'miss' stuff. You can call me Mother.”

“Mother?” Minnie repeated, perplexed by such a title. But it would be rude to say no, wouldn't it? “Thank you... Mother.”

Mother's smile grew, and she slid out a small trinket from her sleeve – a glass comb. “Much better. Now, stay still – if you're going to stay here, you can't look like too much of a mess.” She bent over and ran the comb through Minnie's hair. “There, now you don't look half as strange! Another joke, dear, do lighten up.”

Again, Minnie failed to see what was so funny, but... didn't seem to mind as much, this time. Perhaps Mother earned her name, because that was a very motherly touch. “Thank you, Mother.”

Mother tucked the comb back into her sleeve, and the two went into a modest dining room, where Minnie was encouraged to sit on a plush sofa where piping hot tea and strawberry scones were already waiting. To Minnie's weary stomach, it was like being at a fabulous banquet, and she sighed blissfully as the warm tea nestled in her body. “You have such a lovely house, Mother. None of the houses in my village look like this, not even the Mayor's.”

Mother went around the room, propping up any of the dolls that seemed to slide askew. “You must come from an incredibly ugly village. I can't stand to have ugly things in my house. If I were you, I'd never go back to such a disgusting place. I can't believe your mother would let you leave.”

Minnie looked down at her reflection in the tea. “I... I didn't tell her. I ran away from home.” Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Ratface at the window, but quickly looked away, not wanting to reveal his location to Mother. Her stomach tightened – it felt wrong to hide Ratface, but at the same time, she didn't want to upset this woman who opened her door to her. It was an odd series of conflicting thoughts. Why had been Ratface been so stubborn? Was he jealous?

“Oh, you poor thing.” Mother sat beside Minnie, taking out the comb again. “She must have been a terrible mother for you to leave without a single word.”

“She's...” Minnie's grip on the tea cup tightened. “She's not... I just didn't want to burden her. I don't think she'd understand what I'm trying to do.” Was it wrong to leave without saying anything? Would Mama and Papa have fought tooth and nail to keep her in the village? Or would they have let her go without any effort? She had been so sure about her choice when first making it, but now...?

Mother began to comb Minnie's hair again, over and over. “But for her not to even notice you were leaving? That's not a good mother. I'd never let my daughters leave.”

The comb felt so soothing in Minnie's hair, and Minnie was thankful to have someone attend to her so tenderly. Mother's daughters must have cared for her very much, so Minnie thought. Mother began to hum a light lullaby, and Minnie closed her eyes, not as hungry anymore. Yes, Mother was very good to her. When was the last time Mama did anything like this? When was the last time Mama reached out for her?

… Didn't... Mama reach out to her... once?

Marcus, open the door!

… Who was Marcus?

The tea cup felt heavy in Minnie's hands, and it spilled on her dress, waking her up. “Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!” Thankfully it hadn't gotten on the couch or floor, but when Minnie tried to stand up, her legs felt rigid – she wobbled before finding balance, as if her knees were refusing to bend.

“Quite all right, dear.” Mother stood up. “Some people think clumsiness is cute. I'm not some people, but let's assume it was said.” She took the cup from Minnie's hand, placing it aside. “We'll get rid of your rags and dress you up in something nicer.”

Minnie looked up, taken aback by such generosity, and smiled. “You're too kind, Mother.”

“I am, aren't I? Don't worry about it. It's like I said – I hate having ugly things in my house, and this just works out, doesn't it?” Again, she held Minnie by the shoulder and pushed her into another room - a walk-in closet full of shimmering dresses, of all the colors of the rainbow – just like the garden, Minnie mused, wondering if there was any connection. Her legs still felt funny, but maybe she'd just been sitting down for too long. There didn't seem to be any reason to worry about it.

“Let me see...” Mother went through the hanging dresses, trying to pick the right one. “Which one would be best for you?”

“I like red,” Minnie offered.

“Dear, it is so adorable when you offer an opinion no one asked for!” Mother laughed, lightly patting Minnie on the head as if she were a child. “You remind me of so many of my other daughters. All of them so eager to please, always happy to do whatever I asked of them.” She resumed the dress hunt, going with green pastel with fluffy sleeves. “That's the great thing about being a mother. You give and you give without asking anything in return. Now, put this on.”

Minnie held out her hands to take it – but stopped. The dress, while nice, wasn't made for traveling. The long skirt would drag down in the dirt, and the giant sleeves would make sleeping difficult. Traveling – she couldn't afford to stay here that long, could she? “I... It's very lovely, Mother, but is it okay if I keep the clothes I have?”

Mother raised an eyebrow, still holding the dress up. “If you hate it that much, why don't you spit it on it?”

“No! No, no, no!” Minnie flailed, though her arms were starting to feel odd too. “I don't hate it! It's... I have to travel a long way, and I don't think it will help. You should save something that nice for your daughters.”

“Oh, I would, but they're so... terribly ungrateful.” Mother sighed as she hung it back up. “I give, and they take, I give, and they take... do I ask for so much? A little company, is that so selfish of me to want? It gets so lonely in this house of mine, so anyone who stops by is like a savior at my darkest hour.” Another sigh, longer and louder this time, an arm to her forehead. “Don't look at me that way. Now I'm the bad guy.”

“No, no, you're not, you're not the bad guy...” Minnie's stomach hurt. She didn't want the dress, but she didn't want to hurt Mother either. “What if I clean up my clothes myself? I'll do all the work.” She walked out the closet – and stumbled, because, surely, they just left the living room, but now they were in a room that contained nothing but dolls, floor to ceiling. Three square windows allowed sunshine to highlight their blank faces, and a single wooden step-stool sat in the middle. “Wasn't...?”

“I get it now.” Mother lightly pat Minnie's head. “You're so exhausted, you can't think straight! What am I doing, trying to dress you up when you can't even stand up? Have a seat, we'll make things right.”

Minnie sat down on the stool, feeling as if all the eyes in the room were on her. Her knees still wouldn't bend, and she felt awkward in this position, until she felt the comb in her hair again. “There, there,” said Mother. “Don't you feel better now?”

She did, really. Much better. “I'm sorry for making such a fuss, Mother.”

“At least you acknowledged it. So many of my daughters refused to apologize. I don't know where I went wrong.” Her hand stayed on Minnie's shoulder, the comb sliding through, over and over. “But we can always start over. A good mother never lets her daughter go.”

A good mother... Was Minnie's mother a good mother? … Didn't she call her mother something else..?

“And a good daughter never leaves her mother.”

… A good daughter... left... a place... where...?

“We'll just get rid of everything ugly, so the only thing that remains is beautiful.”

Minnie's eyelids felt heavy, and so did the rest of her body. Soon all she could feel was the tender comb, Mother's embrace, and the rigidness in her legs climbed up. She thought she heard banging on the window, which was impossible, because there wasn't... anyone else here... It was just... Minnie and Mother...

“For starters, we'll get rid of this vile weed.” Mother's bony fingers took the rose from Minnie's hair, and lightly tossed it to the floor -

“Will you be my bride?”

Like water bursting from a dam, everything flooded back into Minnie's brain at once, and she shrieked, “No!” diving into the floor to catch the flower with her hands, knocking the step-stool over. How could she have forgotten that important question? She tried to get up – and couldn't. “I can't... I can't feel my legs!”

The middle window burst open, glass falling to the floor, as Ratface had used his entire body as a battering ram. Ignoring the glass shards in his feathers, he flew at Mother, pecking at her face, “I won't let you do it, not again!”

Mother grabbed Ratface by the throat, and threw him to the floor as if he were nothing more than a rag-doll. “Stay out of my way, traitor! You made your peace! She's going to make a lovely addition to my collection.”

Minnie pushed herself onto her back, and was able to see that her legs had become – porcelain! Shiny and solid, and as her eyes flew to each doll, she saw what could be her fate. Here she thought the Snow Queen was the only frightening thing in this world – but no, the world had plenty of other horrors in store. How long had this gone on? How many girls had been in Minnie's place, their legs nearly gone as fear overcame their senses? “You... all of these girls! How could you?” How could Minnie? She nearly let it happen! What had she done?

“I'm assuming you mean morally, and not physically.” Mother scoffed, kicking her foot into Ratface's belly. “Don't try to fight it. My comb contains a shard from the Snow Queen... a little of my own magic, and it becomes the perfect tool to help me keep all my daughters. All of them tried to run away... but now they don't remember where they were running to. And why should they? The outside world is a dangerous place, and they're perfectly safe here. After all, Mother knows best.”

“It's not too late! You won't have her!” Ratface tried to get up, but Mother kicked him in the stomach, sending him rolling, laughing even harder at his attempt.

Hundreds of questions were flooding Minnie's mind, but she went deaf to them, compared to the fate of the injured bird in the corner. “Stop it!” But what could she do? Her legs were useless, and if that comb touched her again, she knew she'd lose the rest of her body – and even then, the next poor girl to stumble upon this place would be lost to the same fate. What could someone as weak and helpless as her do? Mother wasn't even looking at her, no doubt expecting her to give up.

… Would that... be such a bad thing? Minnie's eyes rested on the comb in Mother's fingers. Maybe...

Just as Mother was about to kick Ratface again, Minnie cried out once more, “I won't fight anymore! If you leave him alone, I'll do whatever you want!”

Now this got Mother's attention, just as she pulled back her foot again. She raised an eyebrow, and then smiled that same sweet, venomous smile as if all was right in the world. “There now, see? Everything is as it should be. Was there ever really a need for all this fuss?” She calmly walked to Minnie's side, and Ratface raised his head, his green eyes wide with horror, then closing them in despair. As if this was all too familiar.

Mother slowly helped Minnie sit up, running her fingers through Minnie's hair. “What a good girl you are. You'll be the shining jewel of my collection... until someone prettier comes along. And, let's face it, it's not exactly a reach, dear. Oh, I'm joking! None of you ever learn how to take a joke.” She tsked, and then held out the comb. “A few more strokes ought to do it... just relax...” Minnie felt the comb in her hair -

And with the remaining strength left in her body, she turned sharply, and snatched the comb with her teeth!

Mother shrieked - “What are you doing?!” - and smacked Minnie across the face, but even as Minnie fell, she would not let go of the comb. Ratface quickly lifted his head, shocked, and Minnie bit down on the comb, hard, hard, hard – her mouth ached, her teeth hurt, and Mother kept smacking her, screaming at her to stop – Minnie felt cracks forming in the comb, and saw cracks forming along Mother's lovely skin -

“STOP IT, YOU WRETCHED GIRL!” Mother's hands came around Minnie's neck, trying to strangle her, but her grip was weakening with every crack of the comb. “STOP IT NOW! YOU UGLY CHILD, YOU HORRIBLE DAUGHTER, NO ONE ELSE WILL TAKE YOU IN!” Yet for all the pain, Minnie wouldn't stop, - this was not her mother, this was not anyone's mother, this thing had to be stopped - until she heard and felt a terrible snap.

The comb split in two, and Minnie felt something sharp fall down her throat, spitting out the two broken halves. Mother gagged, and then clawed at the air, cracks covering her entire body until she shattered – crumbling into dust that settled silently on the floor, leaving nothing behind. Minnie fell to the floor, her legs flesh again, but as she breathed, there was a chill in her chest.

“Minnie!” Ratface scrambled to her side, trying to help her up, his eyes checking her all over. “Pretty girl, are you all right?”

“I...” Minnie touched her chest, the chill refusing to leave. Her eyes felt strange – she looked at Ratface, and his worry increased tenfold.

“Your eyes... they're blue,” he said softly, touching her cheek with his feathers. “You... you must have swallowed the shard that was in the comb.”

One shard to freeze your mind. That was what the Snow Queen had said. Minnie lifted her arm, but didn't see any blue veins on her skin, as when it had happened to Mickey. Was it because she had taken the shard a different way? “What... what will happen to me now?”

“I'm... not sure.” Ratface swallowed, backing up once. “My only guess is... it might consume you from the inside. We have to get to the Snow Queen, her power controls the shards. We have to get there as soon as possible, before we find out what else it does.”

Minnie certainly didn't want to stay, but as she climbed to her feet, she couldn't help but gaze at the trapped dolls. “What about them? I thought... if I broke the comb...”

“They were still affected by the shard...” Ratface shook his head sadly. “Like I said... she controls the shards. We might be able to free them, if we can make it to the Snow Queen.”

It hurt to look at all the lost girls, to know that she could do nothing more for them. Minnie wiped her face, and then turned around, trying to address “everyone” at once. “I'll... I'll do my best for you. I promise. I'm going to get Mickey back... and I'll get all of you back too.” If she was going to do one impossible thing, why not add another impossible thing to the list? Why couldn't they do both? “Please... just be patient a little while longer.” With one final bow to the dolls, Minnie picked up Ratface, and held him to her chest. “Are you hurt?”

Ratface lowered his head shamefully. “... No one's... ever come this far. I've... I've tried so many times to warn them, but they all... they give up, because the water won't flow, or the weather's too cold, or they end up like this... they all give up, one way or another.” What made Minnie so different? Or would there be an obstacle in her way that would make her give up too? Why did he keep trying?

Minnie held Ratface even closer, but the chill in her chest remained. She had a dreadful feeling it wouldn't leave for some time... then they had better get moving. “Let's see how far we get. Come along, Ratface.” There was still more she wanted to ask, to know, but she didn't want to push Ratface away by asking it too soon. If it was important, she'd find out. There was still quite a way to go.

She returned to the front of the house, picked up her satchel, and left. Ratface climbed onto her shoulder – strange, Minnie noted, how brutally Mother had hurt him, but within minutes he was perfectly all right - and they both cast one more look at the house before walking on.

Minnie thought of Mama and Papa, and how they had done what they thought was best to protect her. Yet there were things they couldn't protect her from. If they had known this, would Papa had shoved her out into the frost that night so long ago? She thought of Mama's hysterical crying when she woke up, and the years of silence that followed.

“Ratface?”

“Mmm? What now?”

“I'm sorry for not listening to you.”

“Hmph.” He didn't look at her. “I suppose... if I do say things, I could stand to say them clearer, next time.”

“I would like that very much.”

“I said if. Don't get your hopes up, pretty girl.”

Hope... Minnie walked on through the bright green grass. She knew of the word, hoping for good weather, hoping for good grades, hoping to see Mickey's smile.

But those kinds of hopes felt much, much smaller compared to the warmth in Minnie's heart - the warmth that, for now, kept the chill at bay.

#disney #fanfic #shattered #minnie mouse #ratface

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mst3kproject · 6 years ago

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1105: The Beast of Hollow Mountain

I have a personal fucking grudge against this movie. When I was… I dunno, maybe six or seven, I went to an event at the city zoo that featured a talk by paleontologist Robert Bakker (I still have the Ornithomimus he drew for me) and a screening of an absolutely, non-ironically fantastic movie about cowboys and dinosaurs in Mexico. Since I was a child, I never bothered to remember the title of this film and so years later when I fondly remembered it, of course I couldn’t find it to watch it again. Until one day, flipping through banged-up VHS tapes at a flea market I happened across The Beast of Hollow Mountain… cowboys and dinosaurs in Mexico? This had to be it!

I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. This movie has been on my Episodes that Never Were radar since the inception of this blog, and I was delighted that Season Eleven actually used it at the same time as being slightly annoyed that they used it first. No matter. It richly deserves everything Jonah and the bots threw at it.

There are these two guys, Jimmy and Felipe, who own a ranch. Jimmy keeps flirting with a woman named Sarita. She’s supposed to be marrying this other guy called Enrique, who doesn’t like Jimmy and tries to undermine his ranching business so he’ll be forced to return to Texas, but of course Sarita secretly likes the smiling white guy better than the grumpy Latino. There’s also a comic relief drunk, Pancho, who might be funny if it weren’t for the fact that he’s a grieving widower raising a very young child, which kind of undercuts the joke. We watch these people go about their lives for at least seventeen hours in which nothing much happens, and then suddenly holy shit motherfucking dinosaur out of nowhere.

The weird masked people in that one scene are chinelos dancers, which is interesting in that it gives us an exact location for this story: the little Mexican state of Morelos. This area is rather far south of the US-Mexico border and known more for its sugar cane than its cattle ranching, but it does appear to have mountains, so we’re on firmer geographical ground here than in Beginning of the End. The masks and robes the dancers wear were originally designed to make fun of Europeans, so it’s kind of fitting that the whole display reduces Jonah, Kinga, and Max to terrified weeping.

If you only look at the first three quarters of the movie, The Beast of Hollow Mountain is an unremarkable, laid-back little western about an upstart rancher competing with the local cattle baron in both economics and love. There are probably a lot of movies that have this as their only plot, and they do just fine for people who like westerns, I guess. In this particular movie, however, it’s all just killing time. When I reviewed Avalanche a few weeks back I complained that all the effort getting us to invest in the characters is ultimately pointless because none of those stories will be resolved. Beast of Hollow Mountain is slightly better, in that it does resolve the problems it has set up for the characters, but it does so via tyrannosaurus [r]ex machina.

The movie does make some attempt to hint at the existence of the dinosaur, but it’s pathetically ineffective. There are superstitions that the mountain is haunted, and cattle are disappearing – but we see that Enrique is encouraging the rumors and possibly stealing the cows as he tries to force Jimmy to leave town. Occam’s razor tells us that a jealous rival is a much more likely explanation than a dinosaur. Actual evidence of the monster, such as footprints, cow bones in places cows could not possibly go, or never-believed eyewitness accounts from the local drunks, is completely lacking.

It’s pretty obvious that the reason the dinosaur never appears until the last few minutes of the film is because animation is expensive and that’s all they could afford. That’s fine, but a lack of budget shouldn’t have gotten in the way of the foreshadowing! You can make a respectable dinosaur footprint with a shovel and an eye for artistic detail. Have a couple of prop guys drape a fake cow skeleton over a tree branch, and presto, instant mystery! And if you need unlikely eyewitness accounts, you’ve already got a town drunk who could be laughed at for it, in the form of Pancho! You could even do that stupid joke, as seen in god only knows how many other movies, where seeing the dinosaur makes him throw a bottle away and swear to never touch another drop!

It seems so obvious that a movie called The Beast of Hollow Mountain would want to include some clues to the nature of the titular beast before we actually see it, I can’t imagine why they didn’t. Maybe they figured they were building suspense? If so, all they actually accomplish is, as Jonah and the bots repeatedly note, making us doubt that there will be any beast in this movie at all. By the time we get to its appearance, it seems completely wrong that there would suddenly be a dinosaur in what has so far been a story with no fantastical elements.

The other problem with only pulling the dinosaur out at the end of the movie is that, as I mentioned above, it’s a deus ex machina, an easy solution to the characters’ problems that doesn’t feel like part of the same world. After we’ve watched the rivalry between Jimmy and Enrique for an hour, the satisfying way to end this story would be to have them resolve their differences, perhaps out of mutual love of Sarita and a desire to make her happy. You could even include the dinosaur in this, by having Enrique forgive Jimmy out of gratitude for saving his life. Instead, the dinosaur kills Enrique, leaving Jimmy free to do whatever he likes without having to address his own problems! It’s as lazy as having him wake up at the end and discover that Enrique was only a bad dream.

When you refuse to foreshadow, you also leave the audience wondering why there is apparently one dinosaur wandering around in Mexico somewhere. You can’t just pull one dinosaur out of the movie’s ass and not have some kind of explanation! Eegah! had one caveman in the deserts outside Palm Springs but offered the backstory that he was the last of a clan whose lives had been greatly lengthened by the sulfur springs. Other movies give us dinosaurs that come out of lost valleys or the centre of the earth or something. Is that what ‘Hollow Mountain’ is supposed to be? A portal to a lost land? If so, I think that deserved at least a few seconds of screen time!

Outside of its lazy storytelling, I guess The Beast of Hollow Mountain really isn’t badly-made. The costumes, including those on the extras, are gorgeous, and between those and the chinelos dancers I suspect the film-makers just went to a town in Morelos and said, “who wants to be in a movie?” The characters are all pretty one-note but the actors do their best. Mario Navarro as Panchito isn’t nearly as annoying as he was in The Black Scorpion, and Patricia Medina as Sarita does manage to seem like she’s struggling between her commitment to Enrique and her crush on Jimmy. The worst performance in the movie is probably given by Jimmy himself, played by Guy Madison. He does ‘smiling mellow cowpoke’ in every single scene, including those that really would have benefitted from some gravitas.

The dinosaur itself is… eh, it’s not that bad. I feel like I’ve probably waited longer for worse dinosaurs (Lost Continent comes to mind). I do like stop motion in general and I respect the effort that goes into creating it. The problem in The Beast of Hollow Mountain isn’t so much the animation itself as what they chose to animate – why the emphasis on the dinosaur’s flailing tongue? They also failed entirely to make it look as if the dinosaur is occupying the same space as the humans. Either the puppet or the actors is always horribly out of focus, which might be an attempt to suggest depth. If so, it doesn’t work.

Then for the closeups, they have dinosaur puppet arms and feet. These are simply terrible. They don’t match the stop-motion creature in anatomy, movement, or implied size.

It’s pretty obvious what went wrong with this movie. Somebody came up with a really cool idea for a popcorn flick – cowboys and dinosaurs, you guys! Everybody else loved it, but as they tried to bring it to fruition, they realized it was also a really expensive idea, and tried to lower the cost by increasing the cowboy-to-dinosaur ratio. By the time they got to something they could afford, there were only five minutes of dinosaur left. As I observed in my review of Future War, sometimes movie-makers really need to just step back and say, “no, guys, this is just not gonna work.”

In this case, the ‘somebody’ with the great idea was stop motion pioneer Willis O’Brien, who wrote a script he called The Valley of Mists. I’ve never read it but I know for a fact that The Beast of Hollow Mountain didn’t come anywhere near doing it justice – because thirteen years later, O’Brien’s protégé Ray Harryhausen did the animation for the remake, The Valley of Gwangi. You guessed it, that's the fucking awesome cowboys-and-dinosaurs movie I remembered from my youth! If you were disappointed by The Beast of Hollow Mountain, I highly recommend giving The Valley of Gwangi a look. It’s got action, adventure, romance, special effects so groundbreaking that the Jurassic Park franchise has actually paid homage to them more than once, and is the guaranteed cure for all your Beast-of-Hollow-Mountain-related blues!

#mst3k #reviews #the beast of hollow mountain #50s #dinosaurs make everything better #allow me to recommend a better movie #cryptid cinema

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the-excursion · 6 years ago

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Fictober #6

Prompt: “I heard enough, this ends now”

Original Fiction

Story: A crossover between January & Blackstar (An upcoming story)

Nylo was sitting on a log poking their campfire with a branch. They were being guarded by the cover of night. “So now that it's more calm you can finally tell me your name?” Nylo asked as she grabbed her sword and dematerialized her armor showing her silver hair and red eyes.

“Right. My name is Brendan De la Torre. What might your name be?” He asked with a trying smile as he had his purple and black wings draped over his shoulders to keep him warm.

“You can call me Nylo,” she said as she placed her sheathed sword down beside her.

“Well Nylo, I appreciate you helping me. Even with my skill in archery I couldn’t keep those other creaturals at bay.” He said, shortly holding up his bow and arrows in his quiver. “Then again, they appeared more like humans. You live among them?” Brendan asked with a tilt of his head. Nylo had never heard the term creaturals before. She took another longer look at his wings. She gave a short chuckle before speaking up.

“I'm kind of a loner. I don't really live among anyone. Before you ask me any other questions though, what do you mean by creaturals?” Nylo asked him.

“Creaturals? Erm.. land residents? Citizens? Huh, people I suppose if you still use that,” Brendan explained as he scratched his head. Nylo lightly laughed at his reply. He managed to only confuse her more.

“So not a lot of humans where you're from huh?” She asked another question.

“No. I was just about to say, you let your huéspedes take over your land. I mean to say, where I’m from your lucky if you have one human come visit the land. By the looks of it, it looks like they have always been here, for you,” he explained. Nylo gave his wings another glance as she stroked her chin.

“Yeah you're not from here, like at all. Here humans are like rats. They've been here since the beginning and they'll be here till the end. In fact, I'm part human, err part rat,” Nylo explained.

Brendan’s eyes widened. “That’s… that’s possible?” He asked waveringly.

“Oh, no I was joking about the rat thing,” Nylo put on a smile as she spoke. Brendan slumped his shoulders and finally relaxed a bit from his tension.

“You know what I meant,” he chuckled.

“A long time ago, a number of generations back, a Nissian got in love with a human. Then they did what love birds do, made love,” Nylo shrugged as she gave her answer.

“What is a Nissian?”

“They have hair and eyes like mine, but less mixed Nissians have pointy ears. People tend to skip the whole Nissian thing and just refer to them as elves.”

“Ah I see,” Brendan said with a nod. “The elves in this land are different then the ones in mine.”

“Hmm, when I was a kid I spoke to a full blooded Nissian and he told me about how this was just one of many realms. He talked about how there were infinite realms and about a lazy dragon who could move people between them. Not sure how much was just him telling a child a fun story but you being here so out of place makes the idea of different realms sound not as crazy,” Nylo said as she looked into the fire.

“I don’t know about a dragon, but in my land there is a temple with the rumored ability to make doors leading to other worlds. I’m not sure of my situation of how I got here actually,” Brendan shrugged with a smirk. “Maybe the dragon sneezed,” Nylo joked. Brendan laughed before looking into the fire once again.

“Well, speaking of dragons and being parts of something, I noticed you haven’t been able to

keep your gaze away from my wings,” he said in a more cunning tone as he spread them out slightly. “I’m part Avian and part Draconic. In my land these are creaturals, um, people, that have wings. Avians posses the wings and some traits of birds while the Draconic are of dragons. I retained the dark color and spurs of Draconic wings while also being feathered like an Avian’s. Not only on my wings but Avians have some in their hair as well,” he explained contently as he playfully ruffled his hair, letting small purple feathers fall.

She inspected his wings again. “Part dragon huh? Here it's hard to imagine anything being part dragon. Dragons are mythical creatures. Some cultures even look at them as gods. I've talked to one before though, he didn't leave much of a godly impression if you ask me,” Nylo explained as she bit her nail. She had felt a presence around them, but decided to ignore it for the time being not being sure if it was an animal or not.

“Well then I’m honored to be part god here,” he joked playfully. “But unfortunately while they are a people with a great power of turning into dragons at will, the Draconic aren’t in a good place with the rest of the land where I’m from, I’m afraid. But as you said, once upon a time an Avian and a Draconic found each other and did what love birds do. I’m holding out for them,” he said more enticingly as he gave a wink. “Since you’re so curious, I wouldn’t mind if you touched them by the way,” he offered with a simple shrug as he extended his wing closer toward her. She moved her hand toward the wing before hesitating for a moment.

“Eh why not,” she murmured out loud before finally touching the wing. She was able to feel out the feathers. Having his wings petted was the first feeling of any sort of comfort he had throughout his rough experience in this new world. Even if it was for a short lived moment. A bounty hunter who was following them jumped out of the brush. Nylo's earlier suspicions proved to be true.

“I heard enough, this ends now. I'm going to take you both back. Make this easy on me. If we manage to take you alive a demi elf and whatever the hell you are will make me a lot of money,” he said as he unsheathed his sword. The group of soldiers who had hired the bounty hunter came out of the brush as well.

Nylo slowly grabbed her sword and materialized her armor. Brendan stood and readied his bow and arrows and offensively spread out his wings.

#fictober18 #fictober #orginal fiction #30 day challenge #Brendan De la Torre #Nylo Amory #January #Blackstar #p.m.#t.g.#cowritten

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patriciaselina · 7 years ago

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[Animemashite] Kousaka Atsushi cross interview extras

“Of course I know, from within, that I want to take part in recording over various things, work from a script, but recently there's been various experiences that made me think, ‘ah, the way people recognize the seiyuu industry has changed, hasn't it?’ Just like how we're doing a TV show like this, or if one day you'd have to sing songs - not as a character, but as yourself, or if someday you'll do MC - be an MC for radio, or take part in events, and stuff. And aren't those fun in their own way?”

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Happy birthday, Kousaka Atsushi! This is an English-translated transcript of the extra video of his cross interview for the March 13, 2017 episode of Animemashite!

You can see their original answers for the interview here!

Legend:

Interviewee: Kousaka Atsushi (A)

Interviewer: Kawanishi Kengo (K)

A movie/book/manga you recommend | Nakayama Atsushi’s “Nejimaki Kagyu”

K: Nejimaki Kagyu. Well, I know this one too. I’d read it.

A: Really?

K: Mm. Kagyu-chan.

A: I liked it a lot.

K: What about it did you like?

A: The way it somehow crashes into you with impact? Like - I had never seen [drawings] being used so boldly in such a manner, was what was in my head when I was reading it. Such a cute character was there, when you look at her she’s really cute, but sometimes when her expressions would change, it seems like the [way the faces were drawn] would change eras, too, and just when it seems like that's become their face for the second half [of the story], uh, the eyes would get reaaaaally large, ah, somehow, within me I really felt as if the pictures were flowing - as I reread it, rereading it as an adult, I thought that it may be the first time I've been excited over something this much.

K: Ehhhh.

A: That’s how I feel.

K: Certainly, though... Well – the facial expressions change very rapidly, that’s good, I thought when I saw it, but, somehow, recently, that author has a new work, don’t they –

A: Ah. Urataro, right?

K: Yes yes yes. I’ve read through that one quite a bit too.

A: It’s interesting.

K: Right? Really good. Mm.

A thing you’re hooked on lately (your hobbies, etc.) | Marvel Heroes

A: You know...what I think makes them fresh to me is that their heroes have things Japanese heroes don’t have. ...First off, there’s the protagonist – they’ve got a lot of protagonists who aren’t young boys.

K: Ah, right. Adults...

A: Yes, adults. ...And also, even if the protagonist is a woman, because she’s a hero, when she transforms, she becomes a gorilla!

Both: *laugh*

A: Isn’t THAT exciting?!? This, WHAT development is this gonna lead to?!?!?!? kind of feeling. Isn’t it exciting??

K: ...that’s...right... They have that green giant too,

A: Yes yes yes yes. Those times when they're really supposed to hurt, but they have [healing powers] are also interesting - or so I think. The stories have been going on for SO LONG, so they’ve come up with loads and loads of plotlines, even some that would make you think “is it REALLY okay to be using THIS topic???” There’s also stories that make you go “WHAT’S HAPPENING – AHH, SO THAT’S WHAT’S GOING ON,” too. And that’s interesting.

K: *points to camera, in Kansaiben* They're never gonna call you up, yanno. lol

A: WHAT THE HELL???? I WANT to be a Marvel hero!!!!!

Describe yourself in one phrase. | lazy

K: Somehow, it’s understandable, isn’t it.

A: My hips feel so heavy.

K: *laughs*

A: My hips feel just about as heavy as my ass.

K: So this isn’t ‘cuz of your age?

A: ‘Cuz of my age – it’s been like this since waay back.

K: Way back!

A: Way back. I've only ever had [personal] growth when it comes to work. ...So I guess, because I give my all in that aspect, I've become like this? Is what I think.

K: What are you lazy at? Stuff you’d go “I don’t wanna do this” at –

A: Everything.

K: *laughing* E-everything??

A: On off days all I wanna do is sleep at home.

K: Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

A: Whenever I have time off I just want to sleep.

A: *beat*

A: ...yup.

K: *laughing*

A: OI EXPOUND ON THAT!!!! Get to know me better!!!!

K: ...I dunno how I’m supposed to expound on THAT, though...

A: *laughs*

A seiyuu who shocked you | Nozawa Nachi-san and Yajima Akiko-san

A: Nozawa Nachi-san was, I used to hear him originally as a dubber, but he also dabbles in anime stuff, uhh...like that thing that had been rerun, Cobra.

K: Ah, Cobra, huh?

A: I got to watch him in that, and also, in Star Wars as C3PO. He didn’t change his voice all that much, but he’d managed to change how he portrays the characters by that much. He gets characters who are a bit mad, calm characters too, that was such an impact to me as a little kid. Also, Yajima Akiko-san – when I was a kid, I ended up unintentionally watching Crayon Shin-chan, and then, when I watched Gundam Wing, I saw the cast list – I wonder if I was in fourth or fifth grade of elementary at this time or something, because by that time I paid attention to the cast lists of anime. Because I was curious as to who was playing who. And then, when I saw the cast list, the heroine Lily was portrayed by Yajima Akiko-san. And I was thinking “where did I see this before? I’m pretty sure I saw this name before...” Days passed, and then suddenly I came across Crayon Shin-chan, and on the cast list, Crayon Shin-chan was: Nohara Shinnosuke – Yajima Akiko-san. And I was like – EH? EHH????? ...I didn’t notice ANYTHING at all! “Eh, people can change their voices THAT much??” and that was another shock I remember.

K: It really is...

A: Child actors are AMAZING!

K: They ARE!!!!! SO good.

A: They're PERFECT. And what’s more, they have to continue acting in that child’s role for so long, too.

K: Yes yes yes. That kind of thing – it’d be nice to try out, huh.

A: Right...I think I can’t pull that off though?? Hahaha! Well, let's go at things one by one, shall we?

Something that makes you glad you’re a seiyuu? | I think that my work is fun.

A: Of course. You’re chasing after your dream. I think that it’s no good if you’re not having fun doing it?

K: Maa, ne...

A: There’s a lot of things that make me feel frustrated, and, and there’s also a lot of things that make you think “should I just quit?”

K: There really are.

A: There are, but...when you're actually recording, or when you're somewhere like this *vaguely gestures around the Animemashite set*, and when it makes you feel, “ahh, this is really fun,” I think that’s really a joyful thing to have.

K: Because you really do like this job, don't you.

A: I have my worries, but, the extent of wanting to do - mm, I think the feeling of wanting to do more overtakes all those.

K: I understand.

Anime character you fell in love with? | Kamigishi Akari from “To Heart”

A: *deadpan* I love her.

K: *laughter*

A: The hell are you laughing at.

K: No no no. No no. It’s just – I know To Heart. I know it, but –

A: Did you play it?

K: Did I? I wonder? I think I just saw the anime, though...

A: Ahh...

A: *in a very quiet, serious tone* Please play the game.

K: AHAHAHA – who is that supposed to be?? *Kansaiben* Who are ya supposed to be???

K: Anou, I might be remembering this wrong, but Kamigishi Akari-chan is, the one with the pink hair?

A: I think it’s red hair?

K: Red, huh? That red hair has, uh, what was it, a hairband?

A: Yes yes yes yes.

K: YES YES YES.

A: During an event though, she changes her hairstyle halfway through. Uses a hairband. Changes those pigtails.

K: I remember now.

A: Somehow, there was a lot – I wonder if I was a sixth grader, when I started playing Tokimeki Memorial? Well, I dabbled a bit in bishoujo games and stuff, and the childhood friend heroine, when she would change her hairstyle, somehow it felt new. And the way you’d look at her would change, too. And I felt that was very realistic of them. And gradually, you’d get along better and better with that childhood friend – well you’ve always been close to her, but as time went on the love you had for her in your heart would change. It’s a novel game, so eventually you’d get to read what her real feelings were, and that made me go all mushy inside. Hehehe! “Ahh, so this is what love is,” I ended up thinking.

K: AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

A: *averting his eyes* Yeah...it’s embarrassing for me to say, but, that was love. Yes.

Both: *laugh*

What kind of seiyuu do you want to be in the future? | An entertainer who is an actor at heart

A: Well...when I decided to be a seiyuu twelve...thirteen years ago, the industry didn't have the elements it has now - where you show your face, sing songs, and even go dancing, right?

K: Yeah...I guess...we're almost reaching the point where we're asking "are we idols?" right now, aren't we.

A: I know, right? Especially male seiyuu, they didn't do this kind of work before.

K: They didn't.

A: That's why what I aimed for myself is - as an actor, a seiyuu, um, of course I know, from within, that I want to take part in recording over various things, work from a script, but recently there's been various experiences that made me think, "ah, the way people recognize the seiyuu industry has changed, hasn't it?" Just like how we're doing a TV show like this, or if one day you'd have to sing songs - not as a character, but as yourself, or if someday you'll do MC - be an MC for radio, or take part in events, and stuff. And aren't those fun in their own way? Of course doing normal seiyuu work is already nice, I think. But inside you, on your part - mm, realistically? At the root of it? "I'm doing this as an ACTOR," you should never forget this. Like...you portray an idol character, you dance and sing on stage, fans scream over you - but that doesn't mean you've become an idol, and I think that shouldn't be forgotten. In that vein, even if you've become an MC, and had come up with a lot of good conversations, "ah, I'm not an MC, and I'm not a comedian either". Because at the root of it is being an actor. And so I think that as an actor, you've taken part in all these other things. So going on forward, what I've decided on is - I wonder if I should call it an entertainer rather than an actor?

K: I understand...yes yes yes.

A: Or rather, someone who is an entertainer through [their capacity as] an actor. That's what I'm aiming for.

K: I see...you said a lot of good stuff...

A: Well it's - isn't it THAT kinda corner??

K: *laughs*

Question from Kawanishi Kengo: How could you describe how it's been since you graduated up to now? | I can't describe it in one phrase.

A: Way back, I'd had feelings that went "if it comes to scenes, if it comes to the emotions behind the scenes, I'll never lose to anyone." But of course you could never win against the ones before you, you'd wonder why, how you could make it okay, and get all depressed, I guess? I got depressed.

K: I see. So now, after those failures - if we call them failures?

A: Just like you said earlier, we should take it easy. What I was taught kinda fits, but it's - instead of just wanting to be “enough”, aim for being “good enough”. Don’t just be “enough”, be “good enough” instead. So it's fine if you feel like you have to take down notes, because you should go at your own pace; I've read a lot of books and watched stuff on TV and, thinking "ahh so such things exist," absorbed them as part of me. And...going in that manner, I realized, mm, I guess, mm, I am me, and they are them, that's why I'll never be the same as other people. So why did I even think of comparing myself to other people, in the past? That's why, hmm, I wonder if I got rid of that habit now...

K: Mm...I see.

A: I think people can’t help but compare themselves to others though? No matter what.

K: I guess?

A: In auditions and stuff, no matter what you do, winning and losing...it sounds odd to think about it as “winning and losing”; just because you passed [an audition stage] doesn’t mean you can relax. And even though there are things you can compare, fundamentally speaking...that kind of...feeling where you’re always wondering how you would stack up against someone, I [think] I’ve lost that.

K: Mm. Then...I guess it’s something you understand now after becoming an adult, huh.

A: I wonder if it is...Mm. As long as you focus your strengths on it –

K: That’s important, isn’t it? Mm.

A: Mm.

K: Of course that kind of...right? How you were during your first recording? That kind of voracious performance? You can’t go back on that.

A: Well, I guess I could think that I’m thankful things actually happened that way. The kind of voracious energy hiding under the nervousness of my past self – do I still have it now? Haha. Don’t you ever think about that?

K: Ahh...I guess I have those [kinds of thoughts], right? That kind of – somehow – freshness?

A: The thing that kinda. Shows on your face.

K: - there are times when something like that breaks through, mm.

A: Ahh, that...during the times I would see the script, there would be a part of me that made way to say “ah, I can’t do that~” but. If only I could meet the me back then, I’d like to tell him. “Have more confidence, and just give this a try.”

K: I see.

A: I didn’t have confidence [in myself]. There was a part of me that thought “I won’t lose!”, but there’s also a part of me that has no confidence. It’s been like that for a long time. Mm. Something like that?

Episode #141: Kawanishi Kengo’s impression of Kousaka Atsushi

...yes. Ehhh...we’ve finished two episodes now, ehh...what should I say? Twel...ve years ago, I guess? Somehow, just this –

(In the background, Kousaka throws his cardigan open. Staff-san laughs. Kawanishi bursts into laughter.)

Just that...that I was able to talk like this. With Kousaka-kun. It’s. During that time, umm, I didn’t know about him. We were in different classes. There were rumors spreading – ah there’s this guy over there and that guy is good, and stuff, so, yeah?

(Points to his temple. Probably referring to Kousaka’s glasses?)

I’ve heard about him, but...somehow...

(In the background, Kousaka has long since thrown his cardigan to the floor. He is dancing some weird kind of dance. Staff-san is still laughing.)

Right now, where we got to meet up, and talk. Getting to hear from him – anou...

(Kousaka continues dancing. Staff-san is still laughing. Kawanishi bursts down laughing as well.) I’m curious...

Right. I know now those, the kind of things that say what kind of person he is. Mm. That he knows [how to deal with] the people around him and stuff, mm. And of course, our similarities, right. That we’re both from the Kansai area. We graduated the same year from the same school, too. From here on out, if we could ever work together again, in lots of kinds of work –

(Kousaka is striking pinup poses and had just pretended to take his shirt off. Multiple staff members are laughing. He at least pretends to be embarrassed.)

- It’d be good, I think...I wonder, what the hell is happening over there, I will never understand what the hell that kid is doing, mm,

(Kawanishi sucks in a deep breath. Behind him, Kousaka is miming yelling at him.)

Maa, I guess that’s good enough. Un. Well, but if you’d cheer on Kousaka Atsushi and Kawanishi Kengo, it’d make us glad. We’ll be in your care. Thank you very much.

my translation index

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATSUSHI!!!!

jesus christ the man. talks a mile a minute. i know i always say i never promise 100% accuracy but ESPECIALLY here - transcribing this DRAINED me. transcribing this AND attempting instant translation in my head???? god. why did i do this.

just like with kawasan’s extra interviews, this was supposed to be a vidsub, but that means i have to watch the video again to time it and a third time to sub it and oh my god. i am so, so tired. why are you both february babies WHY RIGHT AFTER EACH OTHER.

that being said though, i still stupidly might use this for a vidsub someday, so please do not redistribute this translation anywhere!!

thanks for reading!!

#seiyuu #kousaka atsushi #kawanishi kengo #animemashite #my translations #transcript #I NEED SLEEP #this is roughly five mins longer than kawasan's and it's mostly atsushi waxing poetic #how did i transcribe this #love makes you do amazing things

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techouspeaks · 7 years ago

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My Thoughts of Hugtto Precure

Eh...Well okay there are a few little issues I’m worried about. First, of course, if anyone had seen my post about the similarity between the crystals and the transformation brooch of Sailor Moon, you kinda know what I’m gonna say. I get that originality is hard especially when doing a series that basically has the same story over and over again. My hopes they’re gonna do something different or give it a twist, which is the major key in making a repetitive series like this to work.

Sadly, Kira Kira Precure didn’t do this. Cure Chocolat and Cure Macaron ended up just being a carbon copy of Sailor Uranus and Neptune. Cure Whip and her friends just ended up being Doremi and friends in animal costumes. My fear is that Cure Yell will just be another Cure Flora, as well as Etolie and Ange being a copy of Cure Twinkle and Cure Beauty or even Cure Mermaid. That and I’m also getting sick of the baby whom, is probably gonna be a precure later on. Toei, we’ve seen this kinda stick a million times before! Please just make it work, add some twist we won’t expect or try something we haven’t seen before. Make the pink cure a jerk! Something interesting!

Now, that I’ve complained about my fears, there are some positives that I do like about it and there’s quite a bit to like. First off, the future’s at stake! That’s a good move! The cures are finally battling for something important. They’re not battling for sweets or some mundane garbage. It’s the future! I’m hoping they do something deep in the long run like Go Princess showed how important everyone’s dreams were! Or how important everyone’s hearts are like Heartcatch! Overall good direction for concept!

I do like the designs of the outfits, for the most part. I think Cure Yell stands out the most for me. She’s a cheerleader and I like the little details like the buttons on her top and the sheer fabric sleeves. She even has a skirt that almost makes her look a little like a Sailor Scout. Cure Ange has a classic magical girl feel. She almost reminds me of Angel Nurse from the early 90s. Cure Etoile I kinda like but kinda don’t, mostly because it doesn’t scream“magical girl”, but more like “fancy air flight instructor” but I will give credit. She’s the first main cure to wear shorts and not a skirt. Yeah she’s got that train over it but that doesn’t count as a skirt. She’s wearing full on shorts and I like it!

The hamster fairy is cute. Finally we get a fairy that isn’t creepy and isn’t a dog, cat or lazy fairy design they had in Kira Kira. We got something different. You get some points there, Toei. Thank you! Maybe he’ll be like Kero and like video games or something. Looks like he would.

Baby Fairy not interested at all, though I wonder if Hana’s parents are gonna adopt her in as her little sister. I mean, you can’t expect a hamster to take care of a baby I know he’s suppose to turn human, but they still need shelter in the mean time. I wonder how THAT conversation will go....

“Hey, mom, dad! I found this baby and her pet hamster! Can we keep them!? I always wanted a pet and little sister!”

So yeah, there is some stuff I do like and it will be nice to see something after the disappointment Kira Kira left especially in animation. More so at least the cures will finally have something more at stake. With one of the stupidest names in Precure history, maybe it will be a good one finally. I mean Go Princess and Heartcatch aren’t exactly epic titles either, but they ended up being the greatest series of Precure. Let’s hope for this one!

#precure #hugtto precure #kira kira precure #go princess pretty cure #Go Princess Precure

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chatchalita · 7 years ago

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My (almost half) Kyushu Trip

This trip is the most unprepared trip and the trip that “unlike me”

I like to spend more than 1 day in certain place, just to see the city, relax, and sightseeing at my own pace rather than move around every day.

This probably text-heavy rather than pictures heavy due to my laptop not cooperate and the pictures from my phone didn’t import properly and you probably will see pictures I posted before because of the above reason.

I went to Kyushu via Peach Aviation on Jan 15-20, 2018. A first trip of the year, yay. On the 15th, I flew from Bangkok to Okinawa. And wow, I shook a little from cold weather in Okinawa. The plane was so warm. The flight supposed to arrive at 8am, but my flight was 15 minutes delayed. I was in a rush because I have another flight to catch at 9:50am, but it not a connection flight, which mean I have to check-out and check-in again. The immigration person keep asking me what am I doing here this time, I would like to think that he just doing his job to make sure he gives the right amount of days allowed in Japan rather than thinking that he suspect that I would ran away and overstayed in Japan. I was really worried that I might miss the flight since most of the time the international flight and domestic flight are in separate building. When I got out, the check-in counter is right in front of my eyes and the gate is close by. Because the airline is low-cost airline. They have their own separate building that every single one of their flight will be here (to be fair, they share with another airlines). So, I made it in time and once I arrived at to Fukuoka, I rushed to Fukuoka City Museum to find that it close on that day. See So on the first day, I went to Kokura Castle and Moji Port in KitaKyushu and then stay in Kitahama, Beppu.

*Note I bought JR North Kyushu pass, 8500 yen for 3 days, I think it worth the money since I don’t have to buy ticket every time and I can ride Shinkansen

Second day, Jan 16.

The original plan was to visit Kitsuki castle and walk around the castle town because I came to love Japanese castle and later visit Beppu Hells, but I’m me, I can’t force myself to wake up early for the sake of sightseeing and ended up sleep in. And I think it was the right choice...if the guide said 2-3 hours in sightseeing, I will took 3-4 hours or even longer than that. I took a bus to Kannawa to see “Jigoku” or hells, the name was taken from that fact that all the hot springs here are too hot for human to enter and probably hot like hell.

I think I visited the place in different order than most ppl do, it seem like they usually walk for 10 minutes to reach the farthest hell first then go back to the same route to visit the rest. Let’s just say I do the opposite...

*all the descriptions taken from English sign*

The first hell I visited is called “Shiraike Jigoku or the white pond hell, whose boiling spouting up water turns blue-white colored when falling down upon surface of the water. There is also a tropical aqurium where a ‘king fish’ of prarucu’ ‘man-eating fish’ of piranha and several other tropical fish have been raised.”

After I got out of this, I was hungry since I have not eat anything yet and it was 11am almost 12pm, and I just walk in the nearest store and order the first food I saw, which happen to be the food of that area

Dangojiru, a ramen made from dango I think and this food is put together with Kyoto’s black ramen in the list of food I will never eat again. It’s very plain and too much vegetable I guess, I rather eat a weird hint of burnt bitter sweet and super salty black ramen more than this. Maybe I dislike it due to its plain taste and the lack of meat...

Next stop, “Oniyama Jigoku (Oniyama Hell), the force of the steam is so strong here that about one and a half train cars can be pulled by its pressure, and it creates ideal conditions for breeding crocodiles.” This place probably a place that I didn’t took a picture of onsen with its name because this place is known for crocodiles, the temperature of the onsen is 99.1 C

And the real hell start here, “Kamado Jigoku (Oven Hell) This jigoku derives its name from the fact that it used to be used for cooking foods long long ago. The great red demon standing on an enormous cooking pot is the symbol of this jigoku” That picture probably more appropriate than this picture, but the tour groups were there, there are a lot of people and they loud. They also have a shop there for souvenirs and I just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. Hey, I’m an introvert and I like quiet place.

“Umi Jigoku (Sea Hell) so called because this jigoku looks like the sea, which emerged after an explosion of a volcano 1,200 years ago and because the color of the boiling water of the pond is cobalt-blue.”

Oniishi Bozu Jigoku, it seem like I forgot to take a picture of the sign, but the name came from the fact that the little bubble popping up looking like head of the monk. This place was so relaxing and nobody there, there is a footbath in here, which they put some kind of citrus in it and it was really nice. The previous two jigoku also have footbath but there are too many people around. So these 5 jigoku are the one within walkable distance, the other two is 3km away and riding bus there is the best option

Tatsumaki Jigoku (Geyser), I don’t have a trivia for this because I don’t remember and the sign was cut off otl

Chinoike Jigoku (Blodd Hell), it named after the redness.

Overall, I think the jigoku are pretty interesting, definitely a tourist trap, but it was fun to take pictures with all of them. Not a place I would visit again unless I want more of their skin-care product :p

After I finish journey through hells, I decided to go for a sand bath, which I got covered in black sand. The temperature is too warm, it not like hot like the sand bath in different prefecture that I saw in one of the youtube video, which is kind of disappointment since I expected sauna temperature in a cool weather. Then I went back to my hotel to relax and go out again to find food; I ate seafood ochazuke and Tamayaki (like takoyaki, but use scallop instead), then I finally went to Family Mart to print out Ogo-tan’s conbeni print.

Asahi Tower Beppu Tower is located near my hotel, so I decide to go up there on my way back, I think I got sold because they said the tower was kind of old or something, but it was not worth it, there’s nothing up there, the night view can be seen anywhere, not unique to Beppu.

Third day,

It’s a day, I actually waking up early (to catch the train back to Hakata) for the sake of everything yay. The plan, was Nagasaki...and I was going to get through with this plan until I ride the train and changed my mind. It was very last minute, I had no plan. I thought that 3 hours in Nagasaki is not enough and not worth it to ride 4-6 hours of train (two-way) from Hakata. I have to hurried back to Hakata before Fukuoka City Museum close. So, I went to Kumamoto Castle, which happened to be under construction due to earthquake, like I said in one of my post before, I knew it was under construction, but I didn’t know it was all the area. At that point, I was regretting the fact that Fukuoka City Museum closing on Monday ruined my plan, I could have ride a ferry from Kumamoto to Nagasaki and actually enjoy Nagasaki until night time, but I have my sword priority. So, I went to Tamana to see Doudanuki since I already in Kumamoto. The museum was really really nice, I enjoyed it a lot despite the fact that I couldn’t read Japanese. The dedication that I rode taxi there because the bus do not reach that place. And the station person in Tamana station was so helpful, what a good place. And then, I rode shinkansen back to Hakata again and finally able to see Hasebe in Fukuoka City Musuem. See I took better pictures of the swords, like zoom in and such, but I’m too lazy to post it so that post ended up with generic sword pictures.

My hotel is in Tenjin, which has Animate there, something I couldn’t find and ended up spent money in Book-off instead. The food that day was Mos Burger during lunch (Idk why I craved for Japanese-western food, don’t judge me) and Oyster tempura-don plus karage.

Fourth day, another unplanned day

I flew back to Okinawa and sat at Naha airport for 2 or was it 3 hours because I don’t know what to do. I was looking at the brochures and tried to come up with a plan for today. My original plan was to go the south and go to Okinawa world and I just ended up too lazy to go. In the end, I decided to go to my hotel and walk around that area. My hotel happen to be within the walkable distance from Animate, I always picked the best location for my hotel eh? The street that I was walking was Kokusaidori street, which is a shopping street for souvenirs.

Although, it’s unplanned it was great, I enjoyed looking in each shop and eat whatever food I found on my way Animate.

Fifth day, each day’s adventure is getting shorter and shorter

I bought a day tour to Okinawa’s aquarium because I’m too lazy to do my research for the bus. This day tour is so rush, I didn’t spend enough time in the aquarium, two hours include lunch is not enough. The taco rice in the aquarium was great though, I can see whale shark while I ate. The other place include in the tours are Kadena, a place where you can see American’s air force plane, Cape Manza, a place that related to Urashima Taro (If my Japanese is corrected, I mostly sleep through the bus ride) and American Village, a shopping place that the tour let people be in for 50 minutes, I cannot do anything during that period of the time. Sadly, it was raining that day and I’m not feeling very happy about it.

Sixth day, visited 3 world heritage

The last day in Japan, visited Shirikinaen Garden, Shuri Castle, Tamadun, and Naminoue Shrine - Beach. Shirikinaen was beautiful, I loves Japanese garden. Shuri Castle was too large and I was too tired to explore all the area, is I visit Shuri Castle on the first day of my trip, I probably able to finish the stamp rally. Naminoue beach is the only beach I went although I went to Okinawa,

Overall, I did enjoyed this trip a lot. There’s a point that I was worn out enough to just want to stay in the hotel and not going anywhere, but it was a fun alone time trip. In all the prefectures I visited, I probably will visited them again some day because I feel like I didn’t see enough, but it probably won’t be my priority since I rather visit other prefectures and complete my bucket list (visit all prefectures in Japan)

Oita, definitely will visit again for onsen-escape, maybe not Beppu, maybe it would be Yufuin next time.

Kumamoto, in 2019 when Kumamoto Castle is complete, let’s do it since it one of Japanese’s greatest castle...and maybe Mt. Aso...

Fukuoka, if I have a chance, might have a proper sightseeing here in the future

Okinawa, if I go there again, I want to stay near Ocean Expo park or something, it seem there’s a lot of interesting place in there. Might go there in Spring because Summer is too hot and probably too crowded.

4/8 Kyushu visited, need to clear the rest the next time.

When I read this in the future, I probably regretted this for writing too little haha. But I’m kind of tired half way through and it ended up the way it is.

#sometimes i pretends that i'm a travel blogger #just chatchalita traveling #chatchalita impulse half kyushu trip hopefully #hopefully it the last time I used that tag

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dailydbleblog · 7 years ago

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Spider-Man: Homecoming was...

And it definitely was.

So if you guys have made the mistake of following me, first off, I am so sorry. Also, you know have talked a bunch of stuff about the movie before it actually was released in theaters, but I didn’t want to jump too much to any conclusions without actually watching the film first.

Finally got to see it and it was actually pretty surprising for the most part. Off the back, the movie get a solid B. Some things were great, others not so much. So if that’s all you wanted to hear without all the fancy logistics as to why, then that’s it. You’re done. You can go home now. But if you want my full on spoiler filled opinion, HERE IT IS.

STORY:

The most important part to any movie is its story and a superhero movie is no different. Kind of like Man of Steel; great cast, great characters, not a great story. Actually, that can be said for almost every DC movie that’s not animated. They really just need to make their animated movies Live Action at this point. Anyway, the main plot featuring the Vulture hijacking and selling weapons in order to provide for his family and take down higher corporate powers was brilliant. This was a realistic, fantastic villain that honestly made the movie so great. The scene featuring him intimidating the young Parker to stay out of his way or he’ll kill him in order to protect his family was the best scene in the entire movie. It was the only time where it felt that there was actual costs at stake and it was handled well.

They also handled Peter well for the most part. He’s a 15 year-old kid who’s still getting used to being a hero while balancing school. Its pretty straight forward as it gets and runs like a basic retelling of the old comic book but without the campiness of the old comics. He likes a girl, he wants to save people, Aunt May’s there I guess, the usual. That’s pretty much it. It was great that he was still a rookie and made very rash decisions like a teenage kid would. He thinks he’s so much better than he really is which hasn’t been seen a lot in the movies but was definitely focused on a lot in the early Amazing Spider-Man series of comics so I really appreciated that. He’d normally go head first against a villain, get his ass handed to him, and then discover a way to defeat them the next time they meet. It was handled very well. Again, for the most part.

CHARACTERS:

The main characters were all great! And by that I really mean the main plot line characters such as Peter, Aunt May, and the Vulture. I actually think Tom Holland is by far the best Spider-Man AND Peter Parker hands down. He has the athletic ability, the quips, and even his look. Its very Peter and fits the already established universe. He fits right in.

Aunt May was also great and her having the last line in the movie was phenomenal.

And like I said before, Michael Keaton as the Vulture KILLS (literally)! He by far was the most interesting and well developed character in this movie and his storyline carried everything.

It all came together well and there’s definitely a lot of fun moments to this movie that I really enjoyed. So now let’s get to the fun part!

FLAWS:

There wasn’t actually that much that was bad with that movie, but the things that weren’t great ultimately made the film suffer as a whole.

I’ll start off by saying as much as I appreciate the diverse cast of supporting characters, they honestly didn’t offer a lot of anything. Liz was just an obvious one-shot love interest that they could’ve done a lot with, but for some reason didn’t. Her and Peter never really had any iconic scenes or moments together to actually build some sort of relationship so when she had to get up and move at the end of the movie, I didn’t even care. Its like she was just in the movie for the reveal that she was Vulture’s daughter in order to some how connect that to Peter. And that wasn’t even an original idea since Peter dating the Vulture’s daughter was literally a subplot for Rami’s Spider-Man 4 that was scrapped.

Michelle (once again NOT Mary Jane but a new character to take her place), was very fun. Had a lot of fun remarks. And was played by Zendaya which already made her a favorite from the start. But she offered literally nothing. She was just sort of there, said something, then was gone. Which is really disappointing since I actually liked this character but they chose to do nothing with her. They just had her in this movie just for the MJ reveal and to set up for future movies. If that was the case, I’d rather her just have 1 scene at the very end to suggest her being a love interest for later movies than not use her to her potential.

Flash I actually liked. I thought the whole rival thing would get annoying or childish, but it was surprising to me how well they made it work. So I appreciate that a lot! I’m only adding this in the “flaws” category because my big question was: why is everyone a scientific mind? Like everyone. I get Flash being smart to rival Peter, it works for this movie a lot, but EVERYONE else? Can’t people have other interests? Maybe a sport? Crafting? Swing Dancing? Something? The entire cast had to be in an academic decathlon. I mean this isn’t a huge issue, but I just found it pretty plot convenient.

I actually didn’t care for Ned. If anything he was annoying and an obvious trope of “my best friend is a superhero” cliche. I kind of felt that he was there just so Peter didn’t have to use any monologues while at the same time giving him a friend who wasn’t Harry Osborn. I really had no attachments to him at all and he kind of seems replaceable. I guess if it worked for Mile Morales it could work for Peter, right? Honestly, they could’ve just replaced this character with the A.I. suit and expanded on the storylines of literally every other supporting character and it would’ve worked just fine. I also wasn’t a fan that he seemed just as intelligent as Peter who’s supposed to be this gifted mind who invented his own materials which was why Tony recruited him in the first place.

And there were also a bunch of plot-holes and continuity errors that you would of actually worked had Spider-Man not been in Civil War. For example, the lack of Spider-Sense. It was pretty obvious after the 9th time Peter gets hit with something that he does not have a Spider-Sense. But when Iron Man was recruiting him for the Civil (Disagreement at best), Peter was explaining why he had the thick goggles on his mask which he replies it for him to focus more because of his ADVANCED SENSE he got with the Spider-Powers. It was already implied he had a Spider-Sense so it would of been nice to of actually had that used. It seems like it was scrapped just to make the plot work more so he can appear to be still a rookie, but that just seems lazy.

I also loved the Captain America tapes. They were one of the best gags in the movie, but I was kind of surprised they would still show those since he’s practically a US fugitive now. Like, remember, the entire plot of Civil War. Of course maybe people don’t since they’re still trying to convince themselves it was such a good movie since its Marvel and all. And its not like the character in that world know that he’s actually still a good guy. From their perspective it should look like he turned against the Avengers and escaped captivity. Its not like any of the normal people in that world know what really happened so them showing the tapes and Tony moving some of Captain America’s new shield designs to the new location seem a bit of a reach.

Another scene that many people found very deep and heartfelt was the whole “I’m nothing without the suit” moment with Iron Man. Honestly, fuck this part. It actually doesn’t make any sense. Yes, it was performed well, it was a touching moment, but that doesn’t make up for it not adding together properly. First of all, Peter JUST activated the suit to its full potential just a few scenes before the boat incident so he’s been working without it the entire time before that. Second, when Iron Man recruited him, he already spent MONTHS as Spider-Man prior. Its not like Tony just kidnapped a kid who just got bit by a Spider like last Tuesday to take on Captain America and other Ex Avengers. Also the way Peter fought seemed like he at least had some experience before AND a SPIDER-SENSE. I get they wanted a whole mentor “NOTICE ME SENPAI” moment, but its dumb. If Civil War never happened, sure. But it did. I’m not sure any one actually remembers that convoluted movie besides the badass Black Panther moments, but it happened.

I was also surprised that he hasn’t tried expanding to Manhattan like at all. I mean if he really wants to help people, the giant city part of NYC seems like a good place to check out. I’ve never heard the use of “Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man” taken entirely literally before. But I guess that’s so God forbids he swings by Hell

s Kitchen and have When he was climbing the Washington monument and said he never has been that high up before, I was honestly confused. Did he not Web to his locations. I mean apparently not since he drove Flash’s car to the Vulture for some reason when webbing would’ve been twice as fast through Queens. It honestly comes down to the writers wanting to emphasize so much that Peter is a high school student that they were like “Eh, FUCK Continuity!”

And another thing that bothered me was why. Why did he want to be a hero so bad? Why did he want to risk his life saving so many people when he’s just a kid? My only answer would be because he let his Uncle Ben die, but they didn’t even mention his existence besides “I can’t put Aunt May through that! Not after all she’s been through”. I mean I guess he looks up to these heroes and wants to be like them, but that doesn’t really give someone the boost to be like “Yeah, I’ll totally die for a bunch of people!” I really wish they made him wanting to be a hero more personal than they did and as much as they obviously tried to avoid it, Uncle Ben is the best way. Even to just mention it or have Peter talk about how much of a father he was to him. Just something to make it a bit more believable.

OVERALL

Its a good movie. Its not THE GREATEST MARVEL MOVIE EVER or such a fantastic film, bit it meets expectations and was enjoyable to watch. I honestly liked it and the flaws that didn’t involve the lack of continuity are tolerable. But the way its looking, the sequel will be amazing and I’m actually looking forward to that!

#Spider-Man #spiderman #spider-man: homecoming #homecoming #spiderman homecoming #Marvel #MCU #Joel Spiederman Attorney at Law

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sanssouciavecmoi · 8 years ago

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Ir0n F*st: Eh, what? (with background Asian count)

Spoilers follow:

Episode 1: Enter the White Dude

Hi, I am Singaporean Chinese. Yes, Netflix is available here and yes, they are trying to sell this to us.

Secondly: I do read comics, but the whole “he was white in the comics” thing does not fly–see article for context. This is 2017, not 1974.

Thirdly: the creators of Iron Fist were fetishising the heck out of kung-fu movies when they wrote the comic back in 1974. And they are crusty old relics that use the word “Orientals” even though it’s 2017 and they know it’s not the right word (but use it anyway in interviews).

Fourthly: Iron Fist is not one person–it’s a power that is passed onto people that subsequently bear the title. Only two of them have been white. However this is is not important, because they changed almost everything about Danny Rand (and 90% of his backstory and even what the Iron Fist is for) except the bit about him being white. So the less deliberately obtuse understand that this was the most important thing to the writers, directors and producers. Lewis Tan also auditioned for the same role, so most people know that they did not pick the best actor for the job–unless you think white actor = default best lead actor.

Fifth point: this show had awful writing. And that’s even without the Orientalism and pseudo Buddhism. However, this dissection will be focused on this point.

Warning(s): Death, drug overdose, needles, guns, violence (kinda slow violence but still), Orientalism, lazy writing, car crashes, mangling of Mandarin, drugging someone against their will, forced institutionalisation, ableism, plane crashes.

Opening is … eh, kung fu in slow-mo. On a mountain top. With stuff like black ink. Like Chinese calligraphy. Only without any calligraphy. Just the vague aesthetics of calligraphy. *sighs* This is going to be painful.

In the first bit, Danny Rand returns to New York and tries to get into his parents’ company’s building. It goes as well as expected. His ex-childhood buddies treat him like shit. (He doesn’t get shot for assaulting security officers–this article explains why.) He also does not know that people think he’s dead–after 15 years, who would have thought, eh? Action scene was kinda slow. His ex-childhood buddies are also greedy cynical capitalists, so they have no reason to believe him.

I have to stop to ask: Can someone please tell me why this guy is barefoot? Other than bad writing (bad characterisation and bad worldbuilding)? Shoes were invented a long time ago and while a lot of Asians take shoes off when they enter a dwelling, we understand the need to wear shoes outdoors. Someone will no doubt write a fic where Danny gives his shoes up to some other homeless person. But there is no reason why he should be barefoot in that scene.

(How did this guy get to New York anyway?)

Back to Danny Rand, trying to get back into his old place. Ah, his other skill is animal communications or something??? His ex-childhood buddy Ward was a douche way back when. Still is. It gets creepy because Joy lives in this house now, so DR looks like a stalker.

Homeless in the park with DR. Time for him to use his iPod and read a book written in … I can’t make out what language that is but I know what they want me to think it is. (Stereotyping: your mind fills in the blanks with pre-existing scripts. Lazy writing.) Unless someone can tell me that this book is significant in some way later on, I’m going to call it unnecessary window dressing for that “Asian flavour”.

Translation: the original comic creators were crusty old relics that wanked over the aesthetics of 70s kung fu movies and the producers and writers of this show are not much better. I kid–it could be line of poop emojis and we would never know.

In a scene that would have been much nicer without the extra window dressing, DR makes a friend. Big Al shows him Google search on an iPhone so that DR knows that people think he’s dead. His uncle is also apparently dead. The only person to be nice to him the whole day is another homeless person. Maybe we can focus on the plight of the–nope, not going that way.

The next morning, DR is very persistent. Joy feels (rightfully) harassed and calls people. That car-jumping scene was … um. Really extra. Let me try to articulate this, okay? This is 2017, people have access to decades of martial arts movies. (The Matrix was 18 years ago.) The action sequences in this show will compare very badly to those movies. So even people watching this for fight scenes will not be entertained.

First meeting with Colleen Wing, she gives him money and he mangles Mandarin without subtitles (for subtitles please look at gif set exhibit A under the link: white man polices biracial woman’s identity) and she says she hasn’t spoken it since she was a kid (rather than punching him for that). Man, if you wanted a job, you could have said so in English. Why do you suppose Colleen would know how to speak Mandarin?

This is so uncomfortable on so many levels. If magical K’un Lun is not of this world, then why would they speak Mandarin? If it was truly isolated in another dimension, then K’un Lun would have its own distinct dialect, like most regions in China and most countries. So DR speaking (mangling) Mandarin is also BS. (Not even talking about the yoga-like poses in the park.) This would mean so much more if it was Chinese American DR, who was never very good in Mandarin class, and Colleen Wing, who might be able to relate.

Back to the more douchy sibling and DR. Apparently DNA tests cannot be done because Danny has no living relatives. (That’s BS too, btw.) Way to be ableist, Ward. (The only thing I like is that major douches in MCU are named Ward.) However, Danny is not as peaceful as his initial appearance suggests. We get it, he’s traumatised by the deaths of his parents–why does it get expressed as him being rather violent in a car? Apparently he’s not out of touch enough to not know how guns work (or maybe all kids know how to use guns in the US or K’un Lun–I dunno).

More job-hunting in vain. It’s not like it isn’t obvious that a) she practices a totally different school of martial arts in her dojo and b) she doesn’t have the money to pay another instructor. Yes, kick him out, Colleen. That’s what he gets for trying to police a biracial woman’s identity–is he trying to flirt with her? Ew. (Colleen Wing obviously cannot afford to pay DR–her dojo is sharing space with AA meetings. But she gives him shoes. It’s almost as if everyone who is nice to DR in this show are not very well off and–yeah, it’s very unsubtle.)

Then DR gets attacked and chased into Chinatown (while Colleen Wing watches from above). Where a parade is happening. With lion dancers, dragon dancers and fire crackers and everything. But why? Is it Chinese New Year? What is the context for this? Can someone tell me why this is necessary? Or is this a way to claim that this show is diverse because there were something like 100 Asian extras in that scene? Way to endanger the lives of all the people in the parade, DR. Fight scenes are a yawn. Even though the mask DR is wearing in no way hides his curly mop of blond hair in this parade of Asian people–who do not notice the fighting at all.

(I feel that this scene is a metaphor for the whole show.)

On one hand, I hope the extras were paid a reasonable rate and had a good experience. On the other hand, I have a feeling that when it comes to telling the kids about how Mum/Dad/Second Aunt/your Cousin were extras on this show, it would come with the caveat that they shouldn’t try to be actors–because they’ll probably wind up as extras in a show (with not very good fight scenes) that needed a parade of Asian faces for reasons unknown. Representation matters.

(Story time: there were Chinese actors from my tiny state that tried to make it to Hollywood. Shanghai Knights was back in 2003 and Fann Wong is still mostly known as a local actress. Lau in The Dark Knight might still be Ng Chin Han’s biggest role to date in a major movie right after Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Currently, he’s got a part in Gh0st in the *hell–not sure if he gets more or less lines than in Captain America. Most parents here still don’t encourage kids to become actors because there’s so little room for them.)

Back to Ward, the more evil sibling who sends people to assassinate homeless dudes–he has reasons for being a terrible person. Reason number one being his dad (supposedly dead but still alive???)–who is probably why Ward is the nice cuddly guy he is. Wow, every baddie has a backstory. Probably affects plot in future. But is anyone interested? (I loved the art deco style building this scene supposedly took place in. Anyone know where it is?)

Remember DR’s one friend? His one friend is now dead of a drug overdose. Why? Maybe Big Al was around for for one Google search, some food and to allow DR to mouth some platitudes over his body? Or to highlight the plight of the homeless by ki–that’s really … really not good storytelling.

Security at Rand Enterprises is dreadful–DR has no problem sneaking in again. (Or maybe it’s that other thing.) Cut to Joy, the nicer sibling. Who is very calm for a woman that’s just found a strange guy in her office (again). Maybe it’s because she might believe him. Or is being swayed by his rhetoric. (”It’s a Zen saying” … gag me with a spoon.) His backstory is taking way too long … So Joy drugs him. I take everything back, she’s just as bad.

DR wakes to … a very troubling scene of forced institutionalisation at the end. As if everything else had not been bad enough.

Plot: It’s all over the place … Not sure if the writers know what DR is supposed to be. He has trauma, tries to be a pacifist but is really angry inside? What is the message here? Wall Street is evil? Problematic portrayals all over the place? The plight of the homeless and people with mental health issues? Not enough women with lines? Colleen Wing needs her own show with Misty Knight!

Orientalism: Check, aesthetics over substance, mangling of Mandarin despite the fact that DR has no reason to be speaking Mandarin, Zen sayings, yoga poses, a huge Chinese New Year-style parade in the background for reasons unknown (oooooooor they just wanted a certain type of backdrop for a not very good fight scene). One East Asian character with lines.

Asians in the background: around 100 of them perhaps, no lines, much firecrackers. Not sure if they were Chinese-American, Korean-American, Japanese American, Hmong-American … because they have no lines.

#spoilers #iron fist for the sensitive #it has the potential to be very triggering #i actually watched this #it was dreadful #worse than anything the reviews prepared me for #i struggled through one episode #nearly yelled at the screen for colleen to just fucking punch this guy already #orientalism #if you took those bits out it might be marginally less offensive #aiyoh #long post #sorry for cluttering up your dash with this dreck

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garinna · 8 years ago

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1. Pick one of your muses: Ylva/Garinna the muse I use on this blog.

2. Fill in the questions/statement as if you are being interviewed for an article and you were your muse

3. Tag 10 people to do this meme, (repost, don’t reblog) Ah, no, can’t think of that many.

TAGGED BY: @dangerous-smoll

TAGGING: @the-self-exiled @hadesrebelofadaughter @mischiefandnightmares @inspect0rzenigata @primedspecimen @anyone what bloody wants to!

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Ylva Larsson.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“That, is my real name? What kinda shady stuff do you think I’m involved with that I would need a false one?”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“Because my mum wanted to name me after a fairytale character, and dad refused, so she only gave me half of the name she wanted to. Sappy af really, but I like it.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“Single, but, I mean... I have hopes, if I can get my sorry ass to actually talk to the damn... Nevermind.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

“Does telling nearly lethally bad jokes count? Or the inexplicable ability to always pick out the most dangerous person in a room to try and be friends with? If not, then no. Terribly dull li’l human here.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU.

“How the fuck am I a Mary Sue? They’re supposed to be flawless marvels that everyone loves yeah? I am not.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Light green, kinda looks yellow in certain lights.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

“Redhead. I was originally brunette but there are a lot of ways to change that shit, aside from pouring chemicals in your hair, if you know who to talk to.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“Yeah, mum, dad, two siblings and a combined three kids between them. Not to mention a fuckton others if you count aunt’s uncle’s and cousins. But you ain’t getting any details about them, or we’d be stuck here all night.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

"Several, kinda, got them tucked away at a friends place because it’s better that way. I travel so much I’d only make them go crazy if I pulled them back and forth every time I left for some new weird place. Got a dog, a cat, a few... hard to describe ones...”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“Uhh, math? Being nearly killed, happens a bit too often. Bad food, horrible people... I’d guess a lot of the normal things?”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“Traveling, drawing, photography, gaming... Videogames and roleplaying, not that huge a fan of like, roulette or stuff. Though poker is kinda fun.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“Yes.”

14. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“Thankfully, not yet. I hope I never will.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“A very nosy cat. Will probably end up as the proverbial curious cat one day too.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“Being nosy, butting into people business when not needed, being a rude li’l shit when in a bad mood... Uh... Laziness? I’m sure there’s a fuckton more, but I can’t think of them.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

“Most tall people, quite literally so.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

“What’s the one that means you’ll do any gender or gender-variation, as well as anyone from a sentient species? I mean, I’d do an octopus person if they were nice and we hit it off. Is that a thing that should be covered in there too?”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“Eh, no.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

“Possibly marry, with the right person, or people, but no thanks on giving birth. Do not want.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

“AHAHAHAHAHHAHhaaa... I REALLY doubt it.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“Not telling you that, fuck you.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“Whatever is reasonably clean and covers my junk. I have very few shits to give about clothes.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“Yes.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

“I don’t fucking know? What kinda weird question is that? You got a kink for it or something? Not gonna judge, but also not answer.”

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

“Like, sort of a step above hobo I guess? I got a house a few months ago, first time I’ve had a lasting home for a few years now.”

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“That would depend on what level of friendship you count as friends.”

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“I want some.”

29. FAVORITE DRINK?

“Either this blueberry/peach juice thing I tend to get if we’re counting non alcoholic things in here, or blueberry vodka if we’re just going for alcoholic drinks.”

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

“Don’t have one, next question.”

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?

“Yes, the cutest... Nevermind. Yes, the answer is yes.”

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR COCK?

“I do not have a dick, and my cup size varies apparently. Mostly it’s a d, a few bra’s are c, and one weirdo mothafucka of a bra claims that my ladies are friggin f cups. What kinda weird ass measurement they used for that one I have no idea.”

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“Depends? If I’m swimming for the sake of exorcise then a lake, if I’m doing it to look at pretty underwater stuff, then the ocean.”

34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“Hard to define? It varies. But often big, and growly, with fangs, and claws, maybe horns... Hmm. Yeh. Monstery. Or they can be small and cute, or, well you get the point. It varies.”

35. ANY FETISHES?

“Yes, and no. I won’t share.”

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“I’d say mostly submissive for sure, but it depends on the other.”

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“Both, I spend a lot of time traveling so I also spend a lot of time outside, and I’m happy about that. But I do like comfort now and then too.

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“Yes, thank the gods for the end. I hate talking about myself and shit with strangers.“

#rp related #tagged

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