#Unknown Quantity

[clarabowlover]

Corinne Griffith - As Mary Boyne In

The Unknown Quantity (1919)

[lakesbian]

every day i wonder. What would happen if alec was alive to fight heartbreaker

[thegreatyin]

who is the scoundrel? I see you posting about them(it? Idk) all the time but I haven’t figured out who they are

my fallen london OC! i made them by accident a few months ago and as you can tell ive very quickly developed scoundrel brainrot. it's a terminal illness for which there is no cure and the symptoms are instead of brain there is scoundrel.

in terms of actual character rundowns, their full moniker is The Bandaged Scoundrel, though i tend to call them "the scoundrel" for short. their real name is D█████, but they'd sooner die permanently than respond to or even acknowledge its existence.

they are! a bastard! a rat! a son of a b___! a motherf______! they are vain beyond your wildest imagination and they think they're the most infallible perfect being in all of existence and they have the exact attitude of a saturday morning power-hungry cartoon supervillain on cocaine.

and also, perhaps most importantly, they're Really Fucking Stupid. because of course they are.

they are resplendently awful. they are inevitably going to cause their own demise in an act of pure karmic retribution. they are a speck of dust in history that desperately keeps trying to insist they're actually a tornado. i love them dearly.

in loose conclusion while also acknowledging ive explained literally nothing; my goofy silly victorian london browser game player character that deserves to get timetraveled against their will to the 21st century specifically so they can get hit by a truck

[password-door-lock]

Being an Unknown MC is wild because I’m like oh fuck I’m sick of working I wish I was with Unknown right now because then I would be… working?? Like he’s such a well-written character with so many complex emotions and I’m so sad for him that he feels like it isn’t safe to show anything resembling softness and I think he’s so funny so silly so fun to be around in fact I am thinking about him 24/7 but I’m under no illusions if I was with him in his universe right now he would take away my phone and have me help with his revenge plot all day I would never have downtime

[septembersung]

I am about to own 4 looms, and I only know how to use 2 of them. I had not planned on this being my summer, but here we go.

[bittersweetresilience]

i woke up in the middle of the night so i am not getting up yet but omg abahsbsja i know i was just musing about this whimsically but this is. A LOT OF ASKS. i am honored that you like my thoughts and i will give them!!!! and some of these asks are really good!!!! but i just hope you guys know that the time i spend chatting on tumblr is time i cannot spend on writing editing or posting fic 😭😭😭

[lindenattic]

[thebreakfastgenie]

Okay finally getting around to the grade skipping story. I skipped two grades. I skipped third grade and then the next year I skipped fifth grade. So it went second -> fourth -> sixth. The main reason for this is I was doing advanced work and at the time, you had to take the standardized test that matched your official grade, not the material you were doing. They later changed this policy allowing my standardized test taking to also be bizarre. But anyway, even when I was in fourth grade, I was doing fifth grade work for like half my subjects. I also went to a small, weird school with 1) multi grade classrooms 2) loose boundaries 3) new configurations every year. So when I would have been in fourth grade, I was in sixth grade in a 5-6 classroom. The next year I was in seventh grade in a 6-7 classroom. The next year, when I would have been in sixth grade, I split my time between the 3-6 and 7-9 teams.

Throughout all of this I had a lot of angst about wanting a normal experience. (In addition to all this I was doing separate curriculum from everyone else for a bunch of subjects.) I really didn't want to graduate early, which was the right call for me and I was fortunate to be aware of that young. There had been an idea all along that I could return to a traditional high school and I wanted that badly. So the idea was that I would be "held back" in eighth grade for two years, so I could enter ninth grade at the normal age. No one actually cares if you repeat eighth grade and I could just keep doing what I was doing, curriculum wise. Except I kept turning up on lists for vision checks and so forth as if my grade was still advancing. For like a solid two years when people asked what grade I was in I would honestly say "I don't know."

The eighth grade retention thing didn't work and I transferred to my high school when I was fourteen as a junior. I didn't find out until the start of my actual junior year when they were like you were supposed to graduate last year??? So officially I was a senior for three years.

[everything-in-retrospect]

Do you think that grief is like madness in a way? Do you think we’d classify grief as madness? Or duty? Throwing ourselves at things that we know we will never escape?

Is narrative our escape? Our feeble attempt at sanity? Or is it just another link in the chain?

[pochapal]

battler is driven by rage and determination to expose the culprit you say? interesting!

[jessiesjaded]

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[roanofarc]

on one hand my opinion on ls dunes is still that i’m glad those guys are having fun but i don’t Need to listen to them and i 100% only went to that show for pinkshift on the other hand i don’t wanna kill time like it doesn’t matter. you chose this instrument yourself

[fideidefenswhore]

But wasn't Jane Seymour a better stepmother?

She promoted Mary's interests whilst in entirely different circumstances (and, somewhere on sliding scale of possibly to probably, with very different beliefs) to that of AB, if that is what you mean.

[artificialkids-2k23-official]

Group 3's winners are tentatively bracketed for round 3, but I'm already second guessing some of my pairs, so I may end up going back and redoing them

[brain-damage-culture]

I do this with my primary language because my brain can't be bothered sometimes to give me the right words when I'm speaking in the moment. It's really nice when people respond with delight & curiosity instead of disgust & judgement. In ASL, so much of the language is contextual and body language based that like, everyone fluent in sign is so good at picking up what you're trying to say, sometimes you don't even need to properly say it at all. There are people who sign with one hand, with missing fingers, while blind. As long as they kindof get close and have the right context, you can generally figure it out. That's not to say that misunderstandings don't happen, or that they can't be hilarious when they do. Every person who's learned ASL has either experienced accidentally signing "Nice to (lay with/have sex with) you" when trying to say "Nice to meet you" or heard of/seen it happen. The signs are so close! All it takes is a slightly changed parameter, the natural flow between 'meet' and pointing mashing together, then next thing you know you'll be telling that artist you just met how much you *really* enjoyed your 'time' together.

I actually really like the thing when you're starting to get the hang of a new language, enough to understand and say simple sentences but you gotta get creative to get more complex thoughts across, like a puzzle. I remember a time in the restortation school when a classmate who wasn't natively finnish and did her best anyway dropped something and sighed, telling me "every day is monday this week. I have had four mondays this week." And I understood.

I don't think I speak much of spanish anymore, but in the nursing school training period I did there, I did manage to get by with making weird Tarzan sentences. I got a nosebleed at some point and startled another nurse. Not knowing the words "humidity" or "stress", I managed to string together: "This is ok. It is hot, it is cold, I have a bad day, I am sad, I have blood. This is normal for me." And she understood.

And sometimes you just say things weird, but it's better than not saying it. One time, I was stuck in a narrow hallway behind someone walking really slowly with a walker, and he apologised for being in the way. I was not in any hurry, but didn't know the spanish word for "hurry", but I did know enough words to try to circumvent it by borrowing the english "I have all the time in the world."

The man burst into one of those cackling old man laughters that they do when something in this world still manages to surprise them. He had to be somewhere between 70 and a 100 years old, and I guess if there was one thing he wasn't expecting to hear today, it would be a random blond vaguely baltic-looking fuck casually announce that he is the sole owner and keeper of the very concept of time.

[allcirclesvanish]

this concoction i made straight up tastes like zebra bubble gum