#alexa — abstractions.

[electrosquash]

About that weird AI thing of mine (soft tmi)

Psst. My enthusiasm for evil AIs stems from me wanting to integrate my systems with Helios from Deus Ex. 👀

I should have probably been more upfront about that. Now that AI appreciation post has escaped into the hands of the robotkin community and i don't have the heart to tell them the post they're circulating has been made with horny reasons in mind ._.

[sergeantjeffersonhammond]

Alexa play “Abstract” by Hozier

[kerink]

wrt AI idk why people didnt learn from art AI. everyone messed around and had fun when it was spooky and abstract, not realizing they were participating in training and teaching the AI 2 months later they were scared of and fought against. the abstract AI art was stealing copyrighted artist materials just as much as the smart AI flooding artstation. you guys participated in making AI capable of hurting you.

and now with chat bots popping up im seeing the same thing. you guys didn't learn from art AIs at all. it makes me wonder what chat bots will be like in the next few months, esp considering this post. we already know how some AIs like SIRI and alexa can hurt us, and fanfic sites are already getting oversaturated with AI fic

this isn't to be anti tech or whatever but i wish i saw more early consideration of how a new tech may be harmful instead of waiting until everyones obsessed and the tech starts showing its hand

idk its not even 7am yet for me and im still in bed so i hope this makes sense

[alexa-fika]

Tell me about your favorite pieces of work. What's an art piece and a writing piece you're just really proud of?

Oh boy Oh boy, it’s my time to shine ✊🏽

Among my writings, I have many that I am attached to mostly because of the love you guys have shown have really helped me be proud of them but at the top of them I have Demonically Adorable

I wrote the first ‘fight scene’ that I was genuily proud out, I think it was actually my first one in general and I think a smooth job in it.

I ‘ve also struggled with those types of fics where you introduce a Reader into a canon series of events because I struggle to find the balance between keeping it true to egents but also not making it a copy paste.

The funniest part about this is that this fic was I think the first request I rejected. I was telling @cosmocup1d, the requester, bless their heart btw, that I had spent days trying to think of a plot but I had failed only to get inspiration a day later. And man on my I was in the zone. I loved how it turned out from start to finish, which usually I end up insecure about one part of the fic but this one I felt so accomplished.

That being said I also feel great accomplishment for Hungry for truth, the one shot that I had written thanks to you and 💧’s prompts and ideas ( please let me work with you guys again, i am in my knees begging you). I think I have mentioned it before but I am a fan of yandere but am horrible at writting it. I gave a try on Delivery for one and Locked Database and I felt okay about them, I liked them but Hungry for truth was top of the top. It was something that I felt so proud to show both you and 💧.

With it I felt like I had truly ashieved that dark theme, yandere theme that I had attempted to reach with the other true but failed to truly achieve.

Now on to art, it’s funny I don’t think many of you know I draw 😂, thats how this blog originally started and was intended to be, an art blog but then you inspired me to actually try to publish my writings and so here we are.

I did many types of art, including the abstract art lgbtia event where I published a couple of them every day in pride month. I like those but they were pretty simple, fast, something to show my pride more than the art. Now if we are talking about my favorite one’s it has got to be this one.

In it I drew my oc Alexa ( the pink haired girl) along with the representation of two other friends who back then were anons who identified themselves with the 🧶 and 🌻 emoji. I felt proud of how I did the backround, something that I had been practicing for a while and finally aces to the creation of emoji representations like them. The autumn representation I did is also up there, I remember at first it was just a witch but when I started doing a bunch of hair do I was like wait pumpkin? (Please ignore the words on the post they are a mess of pretend family tree that even back then I din’t understand)

And an honarable mention to my soulmate compass, less up there because most of it was simply tracing the photo of my actual compass with just a pretty backround

So yeah there they are! My proudest pieces. Thank you so much for asking quin 😂, I love answering questions of the stories I write, what was the thoughts behind it and I like even more interacting with each and every one of you.

As promised take your smooch

[3vi3evie]

My idea of what the Arctic Monkeys albums mean

So idk if y’all already know this or I’m just reaching and I’m slowly going insane but ya. Also I’m basing this off of Alex Turner mainly.

Okay so

WPSIATWIN(2006)- Johanna Bennett 2005-2007

FWN(2007)- Johanna Bennett 2005-2007

Humbug(2009)- Alexa Chung 2007-2011

Suck it and See(2011)- Alexa Chung 2007-2011

AM(2013)-Arielle Vandenberg 2011-2014

Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino (2018)- Taylor Bagley 2015-2018

The Car(2022)- Louise Verneuil 2018-now

So like apparently Alex Turner cheated on Taylor with Louise. In the song “Body Paint” I think Alex is singing about someone cheating. This leads me to believe he wrote the album kinda about himself. This can also be backed up with the song “Mr. Schwartz” because “Schwartz” is German for someone with dark hair which describes him. In the song “I ain’t quite where I think I am” he says “And I can see both islands now” I think this refers to Louise and Taylor being the islands.

Tranquility base hotel and casino is very abstract. In the beginning I thought that this album didn’t really tell much of a story like their other albums so it really lead me to think Alex was using drugs of some sort after doing research on this topic. (I’m not trying to shame this like it’s ur body do what you want because I can’t change that). TBH&C is like another reality and Alex is trying to promote this world. In the song “Four out of five” he is saying that this “hotel” is four stars out of the five. If you look into the lyrics it kinda gets weird as well as “TBH&C”

“All the nights that never happened.And the days that don't exist.At the information action ratio.Only time that we stop laughing is to breathe or steal a kiss.I can get you on the list for all the clubs.I can lift you up another semitone”

“And do you celebrate your dark side.And then wish you'd never left the house?.Have you ever spent a generation.Trying to figure that one out?”

This reminds me of like the Cecil Hotel in California Los Angeles. Alex Turner did live in LA 2013-2020 I believe.

“I just wanted to be one of The Strokes. Now look at the mess you made me make.Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase miles away from any half-useful imaginary highway.”

This opening to “Star Treatment” is saying how Alex Turner just wanted to be like The Strokes and that didn’t really work out but he can’t get away from this now. This idea is kinda also shown in “American Sports”.

“I lost the money, lost the keys,but I'm still handcuffed to the briefcase.”

I think he is trying to say he couldn’t keep up this reputation after the AM album because that’s really what they are most known for but it’s not them anymore but it will always be apart of their identity as a band. Also in the song “Big Ideas” from “The Car” album it says

“I had big ideas the band was so excited. The kind you'd rather not share over the phone. But now, the orchestra's got us all surrounded.And I cannot for the life of me remember how they go.”

So idk really what this is it’s probably a reach or something and don’t believe all this because it could be untrue. I know this is some Reddit ass shit but I don’t have Reddit lmaooo. Anyways bye bitch

[smilesession]

knowing that we can't turn back time and go back to an era before AI and its just rapidly becoming this unavoidable ubiquitous thing and its just going to get more and more so freaks me out so bad.

it seems like yesterday that i was playing with some website that would generate an image based on text inputs, it was ~2018 or so and it would basically just produce abstract visual noise of random flesh globules and vague plant shapes and light and it was really cool, it was the coolest thing ever, i was satisfied with it. and then what was it, a year or two ago that the same sort of thing was proliferating online and u could generate slightly clearer images but they'd still be pretty abstract...super fun. and then suddenly, so suddenly i dont even understand how it happened, it was AI art/imagemaking as we know it now. i dont like the advanced stuff. i resisted all the "smart home" stuff and convinced my parents to remain without it, Alexa and Nest and that kind of crazy shit, no way. none for me thanks. but i dont feel like its going to be a choice forever, and that feels like a loss. a massive loss. a loss of autonomy at least, because i'd just simply prefer to live without it, and i want to have agency over that choice. i don't want my music library to be AI generated. i don't want what i see on the internet to be AI generated. i don't want to see false images. but we all got duped into accepting it on some level with the fun stuff, i even fed photos of my face into that AI portrait thing at the end of last year. i just wish i'd never touched any of it. i wish none of us had ever touched any of it. i don't like it. the world is deader to me for including it. i'm not smart enough to explain exactly why i don't like it, i just don't like it. interacting with machine-learning that pretends to be a person just feels so zombielike and horrifying and insane

[yther]

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no no nooo

any kink but that!

"simple pleasures."?! do you know how fucking ridiculous that sounds?

*scoffs* SIMPLE. LOL.... U guys, he doesn't know about the ẖ̴̢̨̨̙̳͍̬͖͈͕̮̙̼̈́̈́̉̃̌̔̆ǫ̵̡͇̰̘̘̓r̴͇͍̹̭͛̒̉̑r̶̢̡̢̥̗͕͈̲̗̥̥̼̈̌̾̀́͜ỏ̴̞͝ŗ̷̳̟͙̙̘̜̞͖̩̪̙̣̞͗s̷̛͖̔͌̑̾̇̈͗́͝͝͝! You know, agony is born of desire / attachment&expectation is the root of all suffering! haha what a dolt Bwuhahaha 😈

"....just pleasure? Hold on, I heard you but— I don't? Like.... JUST doing something that feels - good..for the sake of it - ? bBUT BUTDOYOUREALIZE!!! ¿¡!? THen,"

then...

^If ^Because

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And soo?

and SO!!

s/o? maybe

SHOUTOUT 2 MY RELIGIOUS±PTSD FELLOWS

Abstract: An exercise in dialectic analysis and blind spot detection through "conceptual contrarianism" (AKA LOGICS> Neologisms: A USEFUL DISTINCTION vs poor practicum vs insufficient vernacular vs balancing communication efficacy and accuracy) shows making behavioral "Proofs" leads to better management of clinical rumination, spiritual unrest and unwanted**unhealthy* conscientious inhibitions

Co-authored by Natasha Beddingfield.

article #0.05.75949.759.88

keywords: life, sex, religion, self-actualization, art imitates play

<h2>make meaning memeing making</h2>

<H1;n1> FROM ME TO WHO - ALEXA!/* remind Alexa TO */ {ENABLE: TTS-script.thgy}

end headerrrrr

project codename: 2NaemCode aka 'linguistify code to-from codified language'

badjokes tax:

Why bother about styles??

Cuz you have no <body>!

#MoMA #comedy #non sequitur: none;

#dadjokes #agameofTagline #spoilers in the tags #babelposting #infinite fluency becomes a finite ability to be understood #HEYdontStealThatLine

[mixamorphosis]

Blog post and linked up tracklist [HERE].

Polaroid Notes - Close To Heaven (Whitelabrecs) Mathieu Karsenti - Time To Go (Slowcraft Records) Hector Plimmer - Joyfulness (Alexa Harley's Acapella Rework) (Albert's Favourites) Abstract Aprils - Falling Falling Falling (Self Released) One Million Eyes - Eustress (A Strangely Isolated Place) Peter Broderick - A Year Without Summer (Erased Tapes) Greg Foat - After The Storm (Strut Records) Ben Lukas Boysen - Kenotaph (Erased Tapes) Hania Rani - Leaving (Gondwana Records) Andrew Wasylyk - A Further Look At Loss (Athens Of The North) Julianna Barwick - Healing Is A Miracle (Ninja Tune) Thinnen ft. Olga Wojciechowska - Memories (Self Released) Nat Birchall - A Prayer For (Gondwana (CD) / Jazzman (LP)) Alice Coltrane - Prema (Antartica Starts Here) Mammal Hands - Solitary Bee (Gondwana) Katya Yonder - Mood (Méteron Records) Hampshire & Foat - End Song (Athens Of The North)

Download available at [HEARTHIS].

[alexinterrupt3d]

albums/songs in my dr (not completed)

drafts 2016

→ 2516 - luna li/alex rani

→ cloud castle - luna li/alex rani

→ goodie bag - still woozy/alex rani

→ hiii - between friends/alex rani

→ bruise - between friends/alex rani ft. dominic fike

→ sloppy stella - between friends/alex rani ft. dominic fike

→ affection - between friends/alex rani ft. dominic fike

→ sugar - remi wolf/alex rani

→ wyd - remi wolf/alex rani

→ you and your friends - peach pit/alex rani

→ shampoo bottles - peach pit/alex rani

→ seventeen - peach pit/alex rani

→ peach pit - peach pit/alex rani

→ summers over - jordana ft. tv girl/alex rani ft. tv girl

→ kilby girl - the backseat lovers/alex rani

→ nellie - dr dog/alex rani

→ prescription (extended) - peach pit/alex rani

unsent 2017

→ pink + white - frank ocean/alex rani

→ in my mind - lyn lapid/alex rani

→ skin - dijon/alex rani

→ bathroom - montell fish/alex rani

→ time - free nationals, kali uchis + mac miller/alex rani, free nationals + mac miller

→ sometimes - ariana granda/alex rani

→ i wish i missed my ex - mahalia/alex rani

→ love to dream - doja cat/alex rani

→ jealous - nick jonas/alex rani

→ one of your girls - the weeknd ft. jennie + lrd/alex rani ft. the weekend + jennie

→ little bit - lykke li/alex rani

→ close - nick jonas/alex rani

→ all for us - labrinth + zendaya/labrinth + alex rani

→ love on the brain - rihanna/alex rani

→ hotel - montell fish/alex rani

→ kiss it better - rihanna/alex rani

→ die for you - the weekend ft. ariana grande/the weekend ft. alex rani

→ pyramids - frank ocean/frank ocean ft. alex rani

ghosted 2018

→ then (interlude) - willow smith/alex rani

→ prettygrunge.wav - artemas/alex rani

→ peach - kevin abstract ft. dominic fike/kevin abstract ft. alex rani

→ better - khalid/alex rani

→ pretend lovers - montell fish/alex rani

→ make it better - eloise/alex rani

→ STAGEFRIGHT - cody jon/alex rani

→ left side - eloise/alex rani

→ want u around - omar apollo ft. ruel/alex rani ft. ruel

→ love again - daniel caesar ft. brandy/daniel caesar ft. alex rani

→ when you were mine - joy crookes/alex rani

→ infrunami - steve lacy/alex rani

→ skinn - zach templar/alex rani

→ always - daniel caesar/alex rani

→ thunder - lana del rey/alex rani

→ drunk on a flight - eloise/alex rani

→ the dress - dijon/alex rani

→ 3 boys - omar apollo/alex rani

→ thats no fun - steve lacy/alex rani

→ hungover - eloise/alex rani

→ the way things go - beabadoobee/alex rani

→ in this darkness - clara la san/alex rani

→ little freak - harry styles/alex rani

→ from the dining table - harry styles/alex rani

→ you never knew - haim

→ could've been - h.e.r ft. bryson tiller/alex rani ft. bryson tiller

→ you're not good enough - blood orange/alex rani

→ my kink is karma - chappell roan/alex rani

feminine 2020

→ she - harry styles/alex rani

→ stargirl interlude - the weeknd ft. lana del rey/the weekend ft. alex rani

→ kiwi - harry styles/alex rani

→ female energy part 2 - willow/alex rani

→ girl like me - alexa demie/alex rani

→ dealer - lana del rey/alex rani

→ 20 something - sza/alex rani

→ dead to me - kali uchis/alex rani

→ celebrity skin - hole/alex rani

→ call out my name - the weeknd/alex rani

→ angel - kali uchis/alex rani

→ glory box - portishead/alex rani

→ honey baby (SPOILED!) - kali uchis/alex rani

→ escapism - raye ft. 070 shake/alex rani ft. 070 shake

→ norman fucking rockwell - lana del rey/alex rani

→ west coast - lana del rey/alex rani

→ sex money feelings die - lykke li/alex rani

→ i don't wanna live forever - zayn + taylor swift/zayn + alex rani

→ liquid smooth - mitski/alex rani

→ sea, swallow me - cocteau twins/alex rani

the 1 2023

→ ladyfingers - herb albert + the tijuana brass/alex rani + the tijuana brass

→ oncle jazz - men i trust/alex rani

→ fade into you - mazzy star/alex rani

→ my love is mine all mine - mitski/alex rani

→ love is the way - thee sacred souls/alex rani

→ baby - summer walker/alex rani

→ vanilla tobacco - eloise/alex rani

→ delicate - taylor swift/alex rani

→ kingston - faye webster/alex rani

→ electric - alina baraz ft. khalid/alex rani ft. khalid

→ still dreaming - raveena/alex rani

→ glue song - beabadoobee ft. clairo/alex rani ft. clairo

→ let the light in - lana del rey ft. father john misty/alex rani ft. father john misty

→ birds of a feather - billie eilish/alex rani

→ we might even be falling in love (interlude) - victoria monet ft. bryson tiller/alex rani ft. bryson tiller

→ margaret - lana del rey ft. bleachers/alex rani ft. bleachers

→ "slut!" - taylor swift/alex rani

→ real love baby - father john misty/alex rani

→ video games - lana del rey/alex rani

rage 2024

→ be your girl teedra moses ft. kaytranada/alex rani ft. kaytranada

→ kiss it better rihanna ft. kaytranada/alex rani ft. kaytranada

→ cool for the summer - demi lovato/alex rani

→ one of your girls - troye sivan/alex rani

→ just like magic - ariana grande/alex rani

→ espresso - sabrina carpenter/alex rani

→ never be the same - camilla cabello/alex rani

→ nasty - tinashe/alex rani

→ please please please - sabrina carpenter/alex rani

→ somebody - natalie la rose ft. jeremih/alex rani ft. bryson tiller

→ girl, so confusing version with lorde - charli xcx ft. lorde/alex rani ft. lorde

→ all american bitch - olivia rodrigo/alex rani

→ we cant stop - miley cyrus/alex rani

→ worth it - raye/alex rani

→ the line - raye/alex rani

→ guess featuring billie eilish - charli xcx ft. billie eilish/alex rani ft. billie eilish

→ diet pepsi - addison rae/alex rani

singles

→ is it over now? - taylor swift/alex rani

features

→ see you again - tyler the creator ft. kali uchis/tyler the creator ft. alex rani

→ love lies - khalid & normani/khalid & alex rani

→ done for me - charlie puth ft. kehlani/charlie puth ft. alex rani

→ bad things - mgk & camilla cabello/mgk & alex rani

[alexahiwatari]

07 Mihawk

Adoro este personaje, su estilo y diseño y su habilidad con la espada. Originalmente el punto era hacer algo abstracto de gotas cayendo pero al final el espacio que quedaba me gritaba por dibujar un personaje.

Alexa H

07 Mihawk

I love this character, his style and design and his skill with the sword. Originally the point was to make something abstract of falling drops but in the end the space that was left screamed at me to draw a character.

Alexa H

[cass1x1]

✈️🎻🤍🍎☕️ for yasmin, alexa, and reese!

yasmin

AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

she actually doesn't really! she's very much a homey person. she likes going out at night but she also likes sleeping in her own bed, you know?

VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

she does not anymore! she played clarinet in high school because band got her credits she wanted/needed. she sings pretty well too but not like...professionally.

WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc’s neutral/questionable traits?

lol hmmm...decisiveness, stubbornness, cynicism.

RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

ummmm no. she was taken from there when she was taken into witsec. she misses it terribly in some ways, but there is a small part of her that is grateful for getting away from some of the worst parts.

HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

hmm good question! she likes her coffee in the morning with lots of milk, no sugar. she drinks tea with lots of milk and sugar. she looooves a spicy hot chocolate or like a rich dark drinking chocolate kind of situation, but that's like a decadent treat to her.

alexa

AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

loves to travel! really into it. would love to be some kind of journalist where travel was part of it?

VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

she also sings well, apparently! i don't think she plays an instrument though.

WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc’s neutral/questionable traits?

lol. hm. controlling (of her image and situations, not like of people), dramatic, and pretentious

RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

she was born in california, near sacramento. she misses it, but honestly not that much. she lives in seattle (??) now.

HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

she is a coffee person for sURE but she does also like a good tea. she takes her coffee usually as like...some kind of seasonal latte, but she'll also drink it iced (her go-to is an iced americano). she likes iced coffee and hot coffee equally.

reese

AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

i'm not sure reese could form a meaningful opinion on this. they're so accustomed to travel that it's all they know, pretty much. being home feels weird to them.

VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

i looked and looked and looked and i have concluded that they do not. they're not good enough at like staying in one spot for practice. maybe they tried drums briefly as a kid but it didn't take.

WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc’s neutral/questionable traits?

intensity, competitiveness, and routine-oriented-ness?

RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

hmmm i think they were actually born kinda far? idk maybe like michigan or something? and they got into U of W for hockey and that's how they ended up where they are. they miss michigan but also it's been so long since they lived there that it's sort of an abstract feeling.

HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

oh reese is weirdly not a coffee person. they'll do green tea (iced or hot, plain or a teeeeeeny bit of sugar if they're not feeling well). they're also like drinking one of those giant water bottles throughout the day.

[radioconstructed]

📃 chinhands at you

It would be really fun to have people interact with Al in an Online capacity. Right now she just alludes to Whatever Is Happening To Her in the Internet sphere (like, "oh I'm getting cancelled on twitter for gentrifying cannibalism" or "check out my DMs"). I think it would be pretty cool for anyone to come up with wild shit that would theoretically happen to her. e.x. "hey, why am I hearing rumors that you're Valentino's secret baby mama?" or talk to her about her actual online content, whether it be in a legit capacity like "I really like your [video/song] cover because [reason]," or a humorous one like "your youtube apology video sucks because there's no ukulele," or even outright act like the weird creeps that Online Femoids get.

It would be fun for her to get close enough to friends to open up about the things she doesn't, like her premortem family life, the whole situation around her death, and the anger & grief around it. She's been open about the botched investigation into her own death, but she there's more she could talk about.

I think it would be pretty neat for her to chat about stuffs like gender & sexuality more. Obviously the gender stuffs is a point of canon divergence, and unlike my other Alastor, she's openly aroace, so like... that's fun stuff to explore. She's got plenty to chat about on the Theory front, she's got plenty to chat about on the Experience front too, she's surprisingly open, but not without prompting. She just doesn't have the internal driver to come on v*xblr and talk about gender/sexuality much unprompted. Also, she keeps her sex life private but she's open about being aroace, maybe a trusted friend could get a sexuality convo out of her. Not nasty details, but more like the convos Alexa has with trusted friends about things like preferring to sleep with friends than strangers, etc. Like, abstract stuff.

Exploring her other canon divergences would be fun. Like, why is she internet-literate? Why isn't she camera-shy? Why the hell is her old ass shitposting on V*xTube? What's her day-to-day life like, how's it different from her canon counterparts, and how is it different now than it was for her when she was living really similarly to the way Alexa does?

I think she should go thrifting with friends!

It would be really funny if someone was able to get her to admit that she and Vox had A Thing. That would be SO WILD as a conversation with an alt, I think. What a thing to have to admit.

I think more stupid things should happen in her life and I'd love to involve other muses. Like, they should at least witness someone show up to the hotel and be like "Tom Trench is MY MAN why are you STEALING HIM" girl idk

I think Al having an "alt station" like how people have alternate social media accounts to wild out is such a fun thing and hmm that should be explored more. She's professional on her main station, and she's the Alastor equivalent of a Twitch streamer on her alt account. Like if H*sanabi was born in the 1900's and a theatre kid instead of a leftist himbo. Maybe some muses should join her on it or something.

[mary-asher]

TW TRIBETWELVE

Hello Everyone I Am Mary Asher I Am 60 Years Old I Love My Son My Wine And My Spare Time And I Plan On Sharing Some Of My Spare Time With You . I Will Post About My Day To Day Like My Food And My Outings And My Friends And Maybe More I Don’t Know Really Alexa Please Play Queen’s Top Hits . Also You Can Send Me Asks And You Can Come Say Hello And Read My Posts And Send Me Messages . I Hope I Am Welcome Here I Am Here From The Reddit Strike .

hi i'm op. sorry this blog's gonna be fuckign awful this is a bit i thought of w friends and my ass cannot resist tha fuckin bit.

only ask rule is no nsfw thats not a like joke (im a minor) and no death threats her ass is NOT the real mary asher 😭

my mains @milos-journal yk how it be

tags for the blog:

#is this fucking anything - for OOC posting, may be done to answer any asks for me OOC for here in particular

#mary posting - mary posting. in general

#mary int - interaction with other in-character blogs. since this is technically rp but is p much just abstract shitposting

#mary answers - for asks

#slendblr - tag for me, my friends, and whoever else chooses to join the weird shit post in-character blogging.

this post has all the tags under it so that way it's easy to navigate (esp for mobile users)

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[wtflife01]

about the alexa actually paint thing and charlotte is only ugly scribbles. the only problem with charlotte’s shoes has always been how overpriced they were. her expressing her creativity in whatever way she saw fit wasn’t. “actually painting” or “being an artist” is a completely abstract concept. if you create something creative you’re a hobby artist. being creative is always good just the way it is. there’s skill levels sure, but i hate nothing more than people thinking something can only be art when the artists technical skills are near perfect. charlotte’s shoes are her creating art she just sells them for way too much for what they are

The problem wasn’t only the price but most of the designs were copied or heavily “inspired” in others work so a lot of the times she wasn’t even creating anything or expressing her creativity

and "being an artist" is most definitely not a completely abstract concept

[theangryjikooker]

LMAO so It's not okay to suggest JK hooked up with Nain who was 19 at the time & JK 24 at the time, but is okay to suggest Tae & JK hooked up when they were 18 & 16 and Jimin & JK hooked up when they were 18 & 16 and Jin & JK hooked up when they were 16 & 22 or RM & JK when they were 19 & 16. Okay got it. As long as its BTS (men) & an underage JK, it's okay, but if its a woman, throw his ass in jail, its wrong, its immoral, he's a pedo. LMAO this fandom never beating the hypocrite's allegations.

Alexa, play Mic Drop by BTS.

Exactly, like give me a fucking break. Thank you for pointing out the enormous hypocrisy of this fandom and how rampant it continues to be.

And I see plenty of shippers sexualizing the maknae line when they were underage, but do you see me getting on my proverbial high horse and making judgment calls? 🙄

Edited to add: Because I know some people will take my words at face value, I’m not even remotely agreeing that Jungkook and Nain hooking up is okay. Some of you just need to dust up your abstract thinking skills because it’s absolutely absurd how often I’m forced to explain every little nuance just because I’m not spelling it out every single time.

[teachablemomentsblog]

Heart Map: My Sunfire Circle (Part One)

"I had no idea how to change a flat tire"

Midway through our personal narrative unit, even though they showed spurts of ambition upon hearing my exploits with Alexa, my student’s motivation began to severely diminish with their narratives. Students always found themselves “thinking” or, in other words, spacing out until I walked up to them. They then refocused their efforts to feigning concentration, usually by placing their pencil to their mouth or chin and staring at some distant inspiration they couldn’t quite make out. Once I walked away, they relaxed and continued staring into the void. Or maybe they were truly struggling. I had to be careful I didn’t always assume their confusion was bullcrap...since that’s what I did in high school. 

Unfortunately, bullcrap or not, most students couldn’t think of a story. And if they did, it barely registered as a personal narrative with real meaning and purpose. Even if they thought of a story with meaning, they never had enough support to showcase it. For example, a conversation I had with Juan, one of my reluctant students.

“Mister...the only thing I can think of is that I mow grass on the weekends.”

“Okay, awesome! So, do you do that stuff with your dad or…?”

“No.”

“Okay, so is that your job then, or you do it at your house or…?”

“No.”

“Okay, then...I’m not really sure what other options there are?”

“I don’t know. I just like to mow on the weekends.”

“Okay. Well...sounds like it’s going to be a great story!”

Unfortunately, by the time my students started to truly grasp and develop their stories, we had already closed in on our first week of revisions. So, when they should have been fixing their drafts, they were actually starting them. Like always, I held back and gave them writing days, but breaking down the lessons for each student and their own pace and speed turned into one of the most daunting processes. And at some point, we did have to forge ahead. Adhering to a flexible deadline felt like the best way to allow a little freedom to work through the critical thinking process while still motivating them to keep moving forward with their narrative. 

However, this year, I had a revelation. Maybe it shouldn’t have been all that revelatory and more common sense, but I realized the revising concepts were just too abstract for my poor students to grasp. They didn’t understand whenever I explained to add specific details for these certain effects, just like I did in the THREE DIFFERENT EXAMPLES I HAD EVERYONE HIGHLIGHT, UNDERLINE, AND LABEL. Everything geared towards creating juicier, higher interest paragraphs, stronger opening or body paragraphs within their narrative. But the independent, critical thinking overwhelmed them. They had been so conditioned to be told what to write and in what specific way, they didn’t know how to self-reflect and ask themselves, “Does this sound good? Make sense? Is this even English?” Hell, I even told them to follow the structure (Mister, what’s a structure?) or to copy (God help me if I used the word emulate) the style used by the author. A sea of confused looks immediately followed. 

I averaged about two-to-three kids in each class who enjoyed writing and could follow more than a half a step at a time when working. This felt like the primary focus for my job. To grow my herded students to think for themselves. They needed something more concrete. They needed something they could look at and decipher (Haha! Learning!) what moves the person used to make it effective writing. My students didn’t need a story from a textbook written by some dated author they didn’t know. They needed to see the entire essay written out for them. By me. My model essay wasn’t difficult, especially after I had displayed my arsenal of anecdotes to detail whatever I wanted to write. I didn’t want to give them my entire story, which would result in a stack of eerily similar personal narratives. But, if I let them see the effect on a story when it followed all these “abstract” concepts, it would hopefully push them to “make their story good” or, at least, “legible”. So, with that in mind, I brought back out my Heart Map!

Like I explained from my IHOP story, I intended for my Heart Map to overwhelm, at least a little. Over the four years of Heart Map tweaking and revising, I’d had plenty of time to decide what stories to add, keep, and take out. Some stories I didn’t need my students asking about. Even though, “Leaving a girl stranded at IHOP” might have tread the line of appropriate, it at least energized and engaged them right from the start.

However, with my current revelation, next I needed to decide which story would have the most impact. And then push them to ask the same question about their own lives. What is the heart of this experience? What makes it meaningful? At this point, they had heard my IHOP story, and enjoyed a good laugh. They felt sympathy about crazy high school Alexa, but it hadn’t packed the emotional gut punch I needed. I had to use something that had the ability to change from a one-dimensional Mr. Rust Story, to something more meaningful. My eyes fell on my Pontiac Sunfire breaking down. A story that, at face value, seemed just about some car problems, but really, turned into so much more. A full circle story. My emotional gut punch. Painful and powerful. Perfect.

…

Even though this story is titled “My Sunfire Circle”, it really begins with an interview. One of my first ones. At that point, life had quickly spiraled out of control. In May of 2013, my girlfriend, Christian (now my wife, woot!) and I found out about her pregnancy. While dating, I had always figured she was THE ONE anyways, but this news still shocked both of us. (Note: I also would like to mention here that I’m still extremely proud of my reaction when she told me. We were at my old college apartment in Huntsville, Texas when she slowly came out of the bathroom with her PLUS SIGN. I jumped up and hugged and hugged and kissed and hugged and kissed. I finished with a “Baby, I love you! I could freak out later, alone.) However, this news did change everything. After the unforgettable experience, no matter how much I try, of telling her parents and attempting to line everything up for our extremely unexpected life as a family, the next step involved me finding a job. No, not my sit back and relax job at the YMCA, where I currently worked. A real job. Something with a thing called Benefits (?!) and Life Insurance Policies (?!?!) and options for retirement (Retirement? Uh, I’m 24?). I had neglected finding a real teaching job for as long as I could, since I never understood the rush in finding one. But now, I had officially found my rush.

I started by applying for teaching positions at nearby schools in the area so we wouldn’t have to move too far away. However, without Christian working and our first baby on the way, we needed a teaching job that would prove sustainable for our little family. Which nixed a lot of open positions in surrounding areas. For example, when I looked at teaching positions in Huntsville ISD, I believe they listed the starting pay at roughly $30,000. $30,000?! I might as well sit on my butt at the Y! Factoring in job availability after my first round of inquiries easily showed I needed to make a strong push for a job with Conroe ISD, and, on a less aggressive scale, Montgomery and Willis ISD. None of these worked out, except for (what felt like) a pity interview with Conroe High School. But, hey! I still tried it! After my first wave of home run swings leading to strike outs, I realized I had to broaden my search. This pushed me further towards Houston, into Aldine ISD. While growing up in Montgomery, Aldine had quite the undesirable reputation, which made me hesitant to apply. (Based on my teaching experience with Aldine, (spoiler!) I did not find (most of) the rumors to be true.) But I didn’t have very many other options. And I didn’t have the time to be choosy.

I researched the district and narrowed my schools to Nimitz High School, Carver High School, and MacArthur Ninth Grade Campus. Right away, a red flag popped up. After I pressed SEND on my applications, BOOM, I quickly received three adamant, almost desperate responses. Okay, so maybe they weren’t RIGHT away, but still...30 minutes? 45 minutes? Still feels like a BOOM-worthy turnaround from applying!

“When can you come in? Tomorrow? Yeah, let’s get you in tomorrow! Two o’clock work? Three? Four? Whenever! Come in! Interview!”

Within a day of applying, I’d heard back from each school. I was quickly leaving my comfort zone. I had only really known the YMCA for the past six years, which had been my safety net occupation since my freshman year of college, so three professional interviews felt like completely foreign territory to me. The night before my interview, I stayed at Christian’s parent’s house, who lived in Porter, closer to Houston. I brought my three rarely-used button-downs I owned with my one pair of nice pants so I could rotate through the shirts and see which looked the most professional. No matter which shirt I wore, I felt like a fraud. Christian’s dad also helped teach me how to tie a Windsor knot, to even further compound my deer-in-the-headlights feeling. At least I didn’t settle for a clip-on though, right?

In my haste during my three different phone calls with the Aldine schools, I found myself with three interviews, ALL ON THE SAME DAY. I had Nimitz at noon, Carver at 2PM, and MacArthur 9th at 4PM, giving myself two-hour intervals to interview and drive from school to school. But I did enjoy feeling so adult, especially since I needed this professional teaching job to provide for my soon-to-be wife and unborn child. I had never adulted quite like this before. Exhausting, but exhilarating.

Nimitz quickly scared me away. As the assistant principal walked me into the front office for our interview, a group of large students glared at me from across the vinyl tile entryway. I vaguely remember the assistant principal’s gross understatement, “These kids can sometimes be a handful.” Later on, that same year, a report came out of a student throwing a substitute teacher across a desk because she had confiscated his cell phone. Yes, OVER HIS CELL PHONE. I dodged a dangerous, angsty teenage bullet there.

I then made my way to Carver, which seemed like a very nice school. The principal interviewed me by herself and carried herself very professionally. Carver seemed like a nice starting spot for my teaching career. I secretly put them in my MAYBE pile and made my way to MacArthur 9th.

When I first walked into the school, the whoosh of the air conditioning blasted me across the face. What a relief after the drive over in my Sunfire which, recently, had been prone to overheating, in Texas’s smoldering summers. I had driven all around North Houston at the peak of the heat. The air conditioning quickly became a necessity if my button-down shirt had any chance of making it through the day, even with the assistance of an undershirt. I hesitantly walked to the receptionist to check in, but, before I had made it halfway, Ms. Ivory in all her overblown glory barged through the office door.

Now, Ivory has many endearing qualities, but she definitely has her own unique style of doing things.

“Rust? Are you Rust?”

“Um...yes ma’am, I am.”

“We talked on the phone. Come on, we’re ready for you. Well, actually, hang on. I’ll be right back.”

Poof! She disappeared. It all happened so fast I wasn’t sure if it had happened at all. I looked to the receptionist, who had already reimmersed herself in her work, and sat back down. Just as I started making myself comfortable, she burst through the door again.

“Okay, Rust, we’re ready.”

She led me through the reception area, down a long hallway, to a large conference room. She opened the door for me, where I came face-to-face with the entire ninth grade team. Now, at the time this terrified me. I had never known an interview as anything more than a one-on-one conversation, so gathering my thoughts to try and sound professional in front of five other professional educators, let me say my button-down didn’t quite make it.

The saving grace of this intimidating process was that my interview happened to fall on casual Friday, so, even though my Mac 9 interview consisted of questions from five other adults, the formal meeting didn’t pack as much of a punch since my interrogators questioned me while wearing basketball shorts, baseball caps, and flip flops. I specifically remember Lawshe’s Houston Cougars hat and shirt along with the distinct possibility that she wore Cougars shorts as well. (So, Ms. Lawshe, where’d you go to college, again?)

The department chair also caught my attention. His shaggy hair and thick-rimmed glasses sat atop an overweight frame. While everyone else tilted their clipboards towards their midsection, his lay flat on the table, showcasing his worn Pulp Fiction shirt. Oddly enough, it comforted me to stare down Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta pointing their .45 and 9mm at me while I answered interview questions. I instantly liked the department chair. His name was Charles.

The questions themselves breezed by and they started to show me around the school. (Note: If you are interviewing and they start showing you around...that is DEFINITELY A GOOD SIGN!) And, of course, because she just couldn’t help herself, Ms. Ivory introduced me to the principal, in typical Ivory fashion.

“Dr. Minchew, this is Gannon Rust. He’s going to be our new English teacher this year. Right, Rust?”

“Uh, ye-yes! Sure!”

Even though I'm positive I would have picked MacArthur Ninth over Nimitz and Carver, this wonderful, on-the-spot introduction sealed my fate. I would work at Mac 9 for my first year of real teaching!

They instantly threw me into the jaws of first-year teaching. The school year mercilessly moved forward like molasses. As a first year, we are told to just survive. If we make it to May, we can make any other year! The lack of tools and veteran instincts turns every day into a thousand small fires to douse with a water supply. And yet, I survived, but barely. (Believe me, once the bell rang at 2:35 for student dismissal, if I didn’t have a reason to stay, I bolted out of the building faster than anybody. In fact, most days I beat the buses, leaving to rush home to my pregnant wife. And, after early December, my wife and newborn baby. (Woot!) 

I’m bypassing a year of successes and failures during my first year of teaching, but they don’t serve much of a purpose to my Sunfire breaking down. I swear the rest has relevance to the initial onset of this story. That’s enough exposition.

The week before our final week of school, I needed to stay at the school to finalize grades. By 4:30, the school and parking lot were empty, minus my Sunfire and one other car. It belonged to Charles. As I fumbled with my keys, I looked down at my car and its giant flat tire. Of course. And I’ve already stayed late. That’s what I got for being proactive. And to make matters worse, at the ripe age of 24, I had no idea how to change a flat tire.

(Note: Upon hearing this, my students destroyed me, Edmund found it particularly hilarious. 

“Oh my god, mister, are you serious? I learned how to do that when I was in like 2nd grade!” 

When this happened, I had two ways I could handle it. I could have taken the high road and moved on, which sounded like a perfectly viable option. But, since Edmund had his particularly obnoxious temperament on full display, I went in a different, more immature and manipulative direction. “Well, my parents divorced when I was really young so I never had a dad growing up to show me how to do those things.” Annnnnd Edmund had nothing left to say. Classy move.)

My mom had always paid for me to have coverage on her AAA account, which I don’t like telling my students, since then, to them, I’m an overprivileged, unrelatable adult. This was not the impression I wanted to leave. As I thumbed through my stack of superfluous cards in my wallet, desperately searching for the number to call, who else but Charles sauntered out the heavy back doors of Mac 9 to his vehicle, glinting in the afternoon sun, complete with its four inflated tires. He noticed me helplessly digging in my wallet, and since he knew my tendency to drag race with the buses out of the parking lot, this surely was an odd sight. 

“Hey, man. What are you doing here? Everything okay?”

Thankfully, the rapport Charles and I had created throughout the school year helped me to not blow off his concern with an “Oh, I’m fine! Thanks!” or “You know how it is! Just hanging in the parking lot!” or “I just don’t feel like I’ve been at school long enough yet, so, here I am!” He had always attempted to help me as a floundering new teacher, so I didn’t feel the crippling shot at my pride to reveal I had no idea how to change a flat tire. (Although, don’t get me wrong. I still had to swallow the large lump in my throat to tell him this. Even now, reciting this story over and over again, I still have to move past my shame that comes with the memory of potentially waiting an hour for roadside assistance to change a tire for me.

“Eh, not really, man. I’ve got a flat tire and, well, I’ve never changed one before.”

I waited for the smirk, waited for the mocking comment about not knowing an essential piece of adulting. But, rather than saying anything derogatory, Charles set his messenger bag on his trunk and walked over to my Sunfire.

“Man, I remember being 18 years old and getting a flat tire on the side of the road. A cop came up behind me and, instead of changing it for me, he stood there and walked me through every step to change my tire. It took forever, but I learned. I guess I should do the same thing and maybe you can pass it onto someone else whenever they need it.”

And maintaining the master patience that characterizes an amazing and effective teacher, Charles walked me through all the steps to change my tire, including little tips and tricks to make it easier each time I had to do it. Since this incident, I have changed my tire approximately five times and, everytime I do, I think back to this moment and what Charles instructed me to do. If only what I teach my kids in my English class stuck this much. In all his calm and collected glory, Charles rummaged through the avalanche of garbage in my trunk to find my donut, laid on the concrete with me, scuffing his white button-down and sweating through the rest of his clothes in the process. And in the heat of 4PM, we mercifully tightened the last lug nut on the donut and threw the flat tire in the backseat. With my wife and newborn daughter waiting for me at home, and probably a beer or two, I couldn’t express my gratitude enough.

“Man, how can I ever make this up to you? Thank you so much.”

Charles wiped his hands on his decimated work pants and put the rudimentary jack back beneath the floorboard of my trunk.

“Well,” he said, now smirking at me. “How about this? So, you know how every Friday me and a handful of people from the school go to Carlo’s Mexican Restaurant for Happy Hour drinks and every Friday we invite you and every Friday you say you can’t go for whatever reason you have that week?”

“...yes…”

“Well, we have two Fridays left in the school year. And you have never gone. So, to pay me back, I want you to come out next Friday for Happy Hour.”

That sounds silly, right? Isn’t it sad that THAT’S how he wants me to pay him back? By hanging out with my coworkers? My first year of teaching and living with my pregnant fiance, and then my fiance and newborn baby in a foreign part of North Houston in a tiny apartment off a busy street roughly compared to a flaming can of garbage. And yet, for some reason, I always struggled to do anything social. I originally blamed it on the nightmarish traffic on Fm1960 if I came home too late. It added another hour to my commute. Yuck. So, my social interactions with coworkers definitely left much to be desired. Not to mention the different social environment that comes with seeing these people outside of work when we don’t have the safety net of the work day to fill in the gaps in our conversations. Even though the traffic didn’t help, my introverted tendencies secretly spurred on my reluctance. I didn’t know what I could possibly have in common with these people OUTSIDE of school. But I wanted to show my gratitude so, reluctantly, I agreed.

Part Two Coming Soon!