#and then extrapolating across other shit

[nyxi-pixie]

loveee when fantasy uses magic as a metaphor for some kind of modern military weapon. tell me more about how the foot soldiers are nothing once dragons come into play, once the elements do, once pure unfiltered harm made by one persons hands does. youre too small for this. seasoned soldiers but you dont know what youre doing. you were raised on swords on axes on cold hard steel. this has none of that predictability. it doesnt matter what side youre on, the damage will be too wide, too unspecified, and the people using it dont give a fuck about you. they only care about winning. theyll send you to fight for them and wipe out half of your force in their efforts to decimate your enemies. and amongst all this damage, all this ruin, brought on you by the people who decided to go to war in the first place, you begin to wonder for the first time in your military career, why.

[lovemyromance]

Here's the thing: if people try to discredit every Elriel moment with their own warped and twisted explanations and "interpretations" and extrapolations, at some point, they're all going to start contradicting each other at some point

They were founded on shitty, desperate, reaches, and so they will contradict each other because you have 40000 diff EL/GAs brainstorming how to make Azriel saving Elain not romantic or how to make Elain breathing yes to kiss Azriel not romantic or significant -

And they all have a different take that has one common goal: under any circumstances, find a way to discredit the Elriel moment. Whether they have to claim the scene is "platonic" or "just lust" or "silly girl Elain" or "we don't have XYZ POV" , doesn't matter. That's why there's so many conflicting "interpretations".

And the thing is - they cannot all be true. Only ONE interpretation can be correct - and it's the one that matches the author.

Now hear me out - there are 60 diff "interpretations" ELs have of the bonus chapter. They all believe something slightly different.

That's why we see ELs/GAs spouting stuff like

"Elain hates violence and would be disgusted by Azriel's job" but also "Lucien slaughtered his way to Elain and that was very romantic and she loved seeing her mate like that"

"Elain is avoiding Lucien because she feels so strongly and horny for him" but also "Elain and Lucien will be slow burn reluctant mates enemies to lovers"

"Lucien fixed Elian's depressive state by telling them to get her sunlight" but also "Lucien fixed Elain by trusting her vision to go after Vassa"

"Elain & Azriel have a siblings relationship" but also "Azriel only lusts after Elain"

There are so many different "interpretations" because none of this shit exists in the actual book.

But Elriels?? Nah babes, we have ONE narrative. One way of "interpretation" of all these moments. How is it that ALL of us agree on the way these scenes come across? How is it that we all came to the same conclusion?

Could it be ... because it's literally fucking written black and white in the text? So we don't need to add our own interpretation??

The only thing Elriels differ on is FUTURE theories, and even there, there's a lot of alignment and agreement. Ask any Elriel out there about things that have already occurred in the books, however, and we all will give you the exact same rundown of events.

Because there's no interpretation involved or needed when Elriel moments are printed in the actual books.

[traegorn]

Do you seriously think all insulin will be cut off from diabetics in a revolution? You are the dumbest cunt to ever put on a flat cap, which is stiff competition. Even if the revolutionaries are waging total war, they still have to manage logistics for civilians, and so a priority would be supplying their diabetic population with medicine to survive, or otherwise evacuating disabled civilians to places where medication would be available. Communists believe in universal healthcare. If "all supply chains collapsed" the war would be lost instantly. And while you're right that Americans would die, the us military would have to pull out from their bases across the world to put down a rebellion in their own country, meaning that it would kill fewer people abroad, and therefore fewer people overall in a hypothetical civil war versus their global wars on the third world. But those would be American lives so that's what makes it unconscionable for you. Diabetic Gazans are dying after a decades long blockade, diabetic Americans would have a fighting chance stockpiling insulin, evacuating, and/or doing logistics for the revolution.

I don't think you understand what societal collapse looks like, or how fragile the complex supply chain that provides for over 345 Million Americans is.

In fact, I was talking about this with your mom the other day. Your dad was hogtied in the corner with his ball gag in, so we had a minute or two while we were waiting for him to get an erection again.

Frankly, he needs to get more vitamin E in his diet -- but that's a discussion for another day.

Anyways, as she was undoing my cuffs, she mentioned that the US had seen a record high of drug shortages in 2024, including Insulin. If we consider how fragile that supply is in peace time and extrapolate even a low level disruption to something like, say, the ability to ship things across the midwest, we'd be looking at a deeply dangerous situation where the death toll would be enormous.

We would have kept talking, but your dad got hard again and my mouth was full with his balls.

Anyways, when "revolutionaries" are fighting a war, their priorities are going to be ammunition, clean clothes, and food for themselves. I'm dead in this revolution, and you don't seem to give a shit -- so explain why exactly I should take you seriously?

Also, as an aside, the people you claim you're fighting for don't even want you to withhold your vote. You're doing this for your own vanity and feelings, and not for the real lives of anyone else. Your parents and I are disappointed in you.

[tanadrin]

i don't have any special insights or strong evidence for this, this is 1000% just Political Vibes, but i feel like there's a good chance this phase of political development sees a realignment that cashes out in, on the one hand, what you might call "revisionist ideology" opposed to "status quo ideology." and here by "revisionist" i mean the term in the way bret devereaux uses the term "revisionist powers," i.e., states that seek to challenge the current international diplomatic order, vs. the "coalition of the status quo" (roughly, but not 100%, the West/Global North/NATO+allies).

by modern standards the revisionist faction is made up of both left and right elements; the coinciding forces here isn't horseshoe theory all-non-liberals-are-the-same type stuff, but simply an alignment of what are in some respects ideologies coming out of very different traditions that are brought together by circumstance. part of this circumstance is that both are nostalgic: tankies who miss the USSR, right-wing populists who miss not having so many immigrants around, social conservatives who miss getting to call gay and trans people slurs, etc. There's a strain of strongman authoritarianism, social conservatism, and economic populism that cuts across what used to be historically very different categories, which is why you see leftist commentators who have defined themselves primarily through their opposition to liberalism rather than right-wing reaction arguing themselves into supporting trumpism; why socially-conservative parties who nonetheless claim the mantle of leftism, like BSW, can cannibalize a lot of the leftist vote in countries like Germany (or, in other countries, the former Marxist-Leninist parties just become outright conservatives and nationalists)--and the germ of this kind of shit goes back as far as like the original red-brown third way types from the 20th century, it's not like the angry contary reactionaries on both the left and right just now noticed they had stuff in common!

but one reason i am cautious about this thesis is that i think this is a type overrepresented online; and i am cautious about extrapolating too enthusiastically to the real world. i suspect that at some point somebody like sahra wagenknecht is going to realize she has quite a lot in common with someone like alice weidel. but maybe not! maybe i am too cynical.

and the "status quo" ideology is not, like, Objectively The Good Guys, here. this is the liberal, rule of law faction, but it's also the unabashedly capitalist faction, and in many ways the neoliberal faction, too--one that includes a lot of left-liberals, too, but left liberals who by virtue of finding themselves making common cause with other flavors of liberal are going to find their power diluted. and this is a faction that is happy to embrace social freedoms, albeit within certain frameworks: the "we heart gay prison guards" guys, in other words. insofar as it is the party of the status quo it's also the party that finds it harder to imagine things could be better, to push the envelope in terms of policy or even to provide a strong ideological account of what the world should be working toward. the pure grievance-and-xenophobia politics of revisionist politics don't provide much of a narrative in that department, either, but at least they provide someone to blame, and promise the catharsis of taking your anger out on the hated outgroup.

i think this would be a pretty dismal politics, but i think it would be a stable equilibrium for a while--at least as stable as left vs right proved for much of the 20th century. i think there are also a lot of other ways for the zillions of tiny incentive gradients and interest groups that make up society to align themselves in broad political dichotomies, though. i don't think there's anything inevitable or necessary about this alignment, anymore than there was about left vs right or, before that, court vs country or barons vs emperor or guelphs vs ghibellines or populares vs optimates. so if we do find ourselves there i think that's a trap we can escape--if we care to

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

How The Fuck Do Classes At Aguefort Work

AKA Brennan gave me a number of students for this school and I am going to use my expert knowledge of being a teacher in real life to extrapolate things

(disclaimer: i am australian and thus my knowledge is limited to the australian school system of how things are arranged, number of students in each class, etc. this is basically how I would organise aguefort if it were up to me)

SO

aguefort has approximately 500 students split across four year levels, making for about 125 per year level, which you could easily split into 5 'homeroom' classes of about 25 students each. Or 31-32 if you wanted to squish them into 4.

But the thing is, we have all the DND Classes to think about, with each class having its own dedicated teacher and specialist class. There are 12 standard dnd subclasses, plus we know that artificer is also an option, making 13.

It's unlikely that any particular year level has all of its students evenly split between those classes (it would be an average of 9-10 per class if they did, which is quite small for a single class, but not unheard of for (using a real life example) elective subjects like business or design tech)

ADDITIONALLY, we do know that 'regular' classes exist at aguefort, like history and home ec, so I'm assuming other typical subjects like maths, english, science (perhaps broken down into chem/bio/physics, maybe not), maybe PE as well for students that aren't part of one of the martial classes, among other things.

Most likely, the school day is arranged so that each student (assuming this student has a typical workload, AKA nothing absolutely bonkers like what the bad kids are doing in junior year) has at least one Class-Specific class per day, and then some general education ones as well, and then perhaps some more adventuring-focused classes like survival + archery or arcana.

That way each class-specific teacher should be able to fit one lesson with each year level a day, because those classes are probably considered far more important than like. Modern History.

DND-Class classes are likely much smaller and more individualised, and then general ed classes would be with a far bigger group.

I also think Aguefort has a lot of composite classes! Particularly for the less popular Dnd-Classes. Freshman+Sophomores together and then Juniors+Seniors together is probably the most common.

I think sorcery classes are often composites, partly because its one that students Literally have to be born to be able to do, so its not one that other students can multiclass Into, so its numbers probably fluctuate a bunch depending on the cohort.

More technical classes like artificer are probably also composites! Simply because I bet they're less popular than things like Fighters, Rogues, so on.

Bards are also absolutely composites, because they are already split within themselves with multiple teachers depending on the students particular focus (like we did with a separate Music class and Dance class with different bard teachers). So I wouldn't be surprised if some bard classes contain freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors all within the one class and still only have like, ten students total because they're that specialised.

I think combined classes also probably happen on a fairly regular basis. Esp if like, teachers call in sick. The fighters will go join the barbarians for a day, or the clerics will join the paladins.

And then of course they don't actually give a shit if you show up to your classes or not so theres probably some poor admin staff out there who painstakingly arranges every schedule at the start of each semester and then 80% of students ignore half of it anyway

[azems-familiar]

okay okay okay. fine. my interpretation of Ulic, obviously, which i personally think is pretty accurate if you get rid of some of the ridiculous shit that makes no sense the comics pulled, and extrapolated based on little things. anyway.

they're both gifted kids, you know. Ulic is given over to Arca when he's 11, this absolute powerhouse and prodigy. his mother believed herself incapable of training him, instead sending him to a master who scolded him for not developing the innate power of battle meditation; he resented her for it, and resented Arca, but never believed Arca was wrong. Revan, thirty years later, just as powerful in the Force, with the same martial bent as him, feared by Vrook Lamar and certain other masters she would resent for the rest of her life. picked up at twelve by Arren Kae, who only chose her because one day you will save the Republic, i've Seen it.

arrogant, both of them, even as the brightest of Jedi. Ulic knew his strength and believed he could handle anything - boasted about it, even. what were the Krath against his Jedi strength and righteousness? Revan had succeeded at everything she turned her mind to, and was certain she could outsmart Cassus Fett and win the war. what were the Mandalorians against her righteous anger and the Jedi's compassion?

(how long did a Jedi's compassion and righteousness last when loss came, when anger came, when a way to win that wasn't the right path presented itself?)

how often did Nomi Sunrider look at Alek and Qatya, Revan's most loyal friends, and see Cay? (see Tott, see herself?) Qatya, standing numb before the Jedi Council, a fresh scar across her face and her connection to the Force ripped away. Cay, bleeding out and crumpled on the ground, Ulic's lightsaber having carved through his chest.

a mask. an amulet. power, not of the mystic kind but of blade and charisma and tactical genius and an army loyal to the death. Ulic would have taken Coruscant had Aleema not betrayed him. thirty years later, Revan was six months out from conquering the Republic, Coruscant included, until Malak turned and shot her in the back.

Ulic was a prodigy. he proved it a hundred times over before the end. Revan saved the Republic, and then turned around and nearly destroyed it. both of them left shadows over the galaxy that would linger for generations. oh, they'll tell you Exar Kun masterminded the Great Sith War, and maybe they're right - from his hand was the dream of a new golden age birthed. but it was Ulic who led their armies, unmatched by any Republic tactician.

the same eyes in different people, time after time after time.

so yeah. sometimes i think about Ulic and Revan.

[fipindustries]

one interesting thing ive noticed in stories about generational trauma, particularly those that have some elements of fantasy or exalted reality or magical realism or just feel like adding interesting flairs to its world, is the weird like escalation of evil as you go back generations.

there are four really disparate, really different and yet really poignant examples that i can think of.

mad men, venture brothers, KND, succession.

with mad men, the story is centered in don draper, a guy who is frankly not the best father, he is distant, irresponsible, and improper. sally comes out of being raised by him as someone who has serious attitude problems and a mean streak. but then he was never as bad as his own father who was a violent mean drunkard who treated his son like shit.

with venture brothers we have rusty, a bitter asshole who is callous and mean, who turned his boys into manchildren who are kind of mentally broken in many ways, unfit to live in the real world and who have serious issues managing their emotions, but then you have jonas who was a violent manipulative narcissistic monster.

then there is KND where you had father, a raging evil genius who brainwashed his children into cold, selfish cruel monsters, but then you had grandfather who was a monstrous overlord far more powerful and threatning.

and here, finally, for the one example that we can take four generations across, you have kendall in succession, a weak selfish, petty douchebag who keeps forgetting about the existence of his daughterand who is incredibly neglectful in his duties as a father, who was raised by a meagre, manipulative, controlling asshole who would constantly fuck with his mind and use love as a way to extort his son into doung what he wanted, who in turn was raised by brutal violent people who beat the shit out of him as a kid and who blamed him for the death of his sister.

so yeah, there is this interesting trend where, however bad or harmful a father figure seems to be in fiction, somehow the previous generation manages to be even more evil and abusive, but like, not just "as abusive or bad" but specifically even more so than the next.

obviously real life doesnt work like that, in reality when you go back what you come across are situation where good loving parents in bad situations end up rasing worse people than them or where the badness levels off or any other number of complications.

but i dunno, it would be fun to explore a story where this is extrapolated to cartoonish levels, about a family lineage where the further back you go the more absurdly evil the ancestors get. where you start at someone who is kind of a mean school bully, who has a dad who is just kind of an asshole irresponsible dad, who was raised by a mean drunkard, who was raised in turn by a violent brute, who was raised by a sadistic torturer serial killer, who was raised by an evil lord who had slaves and plantations who was raised by some great genocidal conqueror king, who was raised, i dont know, by the fucking devil or whatever.

[a-wa-c]

Doing the usual random browsing through reddit and came across a 5e subreddit that had someone talking about 3.5 v. 5e and most of the comments were pretty good.

EXCEPT THIS UTTER DICKHEAD:

Let's list this bullshit out:

1. 5e is all about roleplaying. No it isn't. It just isn't. 5e is a combat system that you extrapolate roleplaying from because the medium is about shared storytelling.

2. Shut your mouth about the rules. Fuck you. The rules are supposed to be a framework. It's not the other player's fault that 5e fails to have rules that also prompt player creativity and agency in a defined fashion.

3. The rules are the DMs problem. Double fuck you. Written by someone that sounds like they haven't lifted a single finger to ever try GMing. If they are the DM's PROBLEM then there's a bigger fucking problem with 5e, isn't there?

The final message about allowing yourself to embody you character in the world the GM is creating is a good message, but if it ain't the cream that is stuck several layers of total shit.

[prolix-yuy]

HELLO I'm here I've made it, don't mind me running in with my little pocket watch like the White Rabbit. Ahem! For the position, I got missionary with a pillow. For the man, I'd like to request Ezra. And for you, I have many kisses for your cheeks.<3 Ok love you byyeeeeee

Birdieeeee I will accept all of the cheek kisses and oh so many nights with Ezra. I hope it's filthy enough for my favorite Ezra writer.

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Position: Missionary with a Pillow

Word Count: 1584 (hELp)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected PiV sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), little bit of oral (f receiving), fingering, allusions to sex toy use, mentions of bad past sexual experiences, Ezra's filthy fucking mouth.

Notes: This has gotta be one of my favorite positions and I love it for Ezra because there's a kind of care that comes from this that gets me all swoony.

Ezra’s expression blooms from curiosity to confusion.

“You would like me to…take you to bed?” he asks, bionic and flesh arms folded over his broad chest. The henley he’s wearing stretches over his biceps, tapering to loose work trousers cinched at his waist. His tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip, confusion beginning to morph to contemplation, all while you try not to wring your hands too nervously. 

“It’s just…I um,” you try to say, the sudden mortification of how you’ve come to this conclusion weighting your tongue. “I’ve…heard about you. With others. They’re always, uh, very satisfied.” You don’t dare to extrapolate on that, or touch on how his voice carries across the hall and into your small room on the Pug. The few times you ventured to listen at his door, you burned over how expertly he took his partners apart. But beyond all that, you hated to admit why you wanted to ask him. 

“And you would like to be satisfied?” Ezra says, just a little smirk at the corner of his mouth as he tilts his head down at you. Face burning, you nod. He uncrosses his arms and braces them on his modest desk, giving you a full view of his muscled body and soft stomach. “And what would you offer me for that gift?”

Your stomach drops, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep tears from coming to the surface. Bad enough that you had to humble yourself for this request, but to be so bluntly asked what he’d get out of it only amplifies your anxieties.

“I, ah…I can…I could…shit, I’m…I think I’ve been stupid about this, I’m sorry, I’ll…” you stammer, backing towards the door. Quick as electricity Ezra pushes off and closes the gap between you, hand coming up to cup your chin. You still as he studies your face, deep lines etched between his brows and under his dark eyes.

“Have you never laid with another before?” he asks in a soft voice he only reserves for speaking to his ward. It makes your throat clench.

“I have, but it’s never been…good.” You hold his gaze, willing your boldness to return. “And it sounds like it’s always….good…with you.” Ezra’s eyes dance over your face, thumb stroking along your cheek. “I’d like to see what it’s like when it’s good, if you’ll have me.”

Ezra purrs darkly, the cool plastic of his prosthetic hand drifting to your hip.

“That is quite a gift you’re offering me. Are you sure there’s no other who would want to share in your first taste of ecstasy?” Before you answer he tugs at your waist and you follow his lead, swaying steps leading you to his bed. 

“I’d like a sure thing,” you reply, giving him a smirk of your own that he greedily enjoys. His thumb swipes over your lips before pushing inside, scraping the pad over your teeth to press your tongue. Saliva floods your mouth. 

“Take off your clothes,” he says firmly, stepping back to pull his henley over his head. The lines and planes of his chest are littered with scars and faded pink burns, noticeable redness where his prosthetic attaches. You rid yourself of your tunic and slide your pants to the floor, shedding your underwear in one fell swoop. This pleases Ezra, who groans and palms his crotch at your nude form.

“Lie down, I’m going to stretch you out on my fingers first,” he husks, stalking towards you as you sit on the edge of the bed. 

“You don’t…have to, I made sure I was ready before I came,” you said quickly, making Ezra’s head cock and eyebrows pull together.

“You…prepared yourself? Without me?” he says slowly, sinking to a crouch and parting your knees with broad, hot palms. Your core is puffy from the toy you worked yourself up with, shiny with the lube you generously used in case Ezra was larger than you were used to. His eyes flick up to your face, now anxious.

“You did not need to do this. I take great pleasure in making you cum on my fingers and in my mouth before finding myself in your tight heat.” You try to shut your knees, embarrassed that your forethought seems to be in bad taste, but he slots his hips between yours and pushes you back on the bed. The sudden intimacy of his body so close makes your heart flutter. “Did you even make yourself cum?”

You shake your head, which he follows with one of his own. “Next time you’ll let me take my time with you, pull two screaming peaks from this sweet pussy before I bed you.” The promise of next time rushes blood to your head so quickly you fear you’ll faint, but Ezra’s thick fingers sliding through your folds to press inside makes you snap into sharp focus. As he coats his fingers, pressing a spongy spot that zings pleasure down your spine, he deftly unbuttons and shucks his pants to join you nude and scorching hot.

“Since you wish to get to the main event so efficiently, I’ll do my best to make it worth your while,” he says, and one hand urges your hips to lift as he tucks a pillow under your bottom. The height tilts your hips, your cunt suddenly empty as he pulls his fingers out to wrap around his cock. “I find if the act is not as pleasurable for you, this position helps.” 

“Thank you,” you blurt out, his motions stilling as he looks down at your pliant body. There’s a flicker of something hungry on his face, the harsh squeeze he gives his cock echoing your observation. 

“You may thank me when you’re cumming on my cock,” he plays it off, circling the tip of his cock at your entrance. A deep breath, then he presses in inch by sumptuous inch. Throwing your head back, you clutch at his biceps as he leans over you, harsh little pants blowing out of his nose. He stops in his journey to shallowly fuck, tiny movements that pinch your brow and drop your mouth open. Finally, after what feels like whole minutes, he’s seated deep and full inside. 

“Oh, wow, Ezra, that feels…” you pant, opening your eyes to find him inches from your face. He’s draped down over your body, elbows planted on either side of your head, watching you so closely it makes you want to close your eyes again. The veins in his neck bulge, lips parted with his teeth clenched behind them.

“How many men have had you and not satisfied you?” he asks, strain in his voice as he drags back out.

“All of them. Never…fuck, never knew how to tell them,” you gasp, fisting Ezra’s close-cropped hair. It’s softer than you expect, sweat curling the strands at the base of his neck. 

“Tell me everything,” he rasps out, then snaps back into your cunt.

Ezra’s pace and power curls your toes and rolls your hips against the mounting pressure. The angle is perfect, cock pressing into a place that makes stars explode on the edges of your vision. He watches your face for pain, revels in your pleasure, and when he begins cursing colorfully he drops his forehead to your shoulder. The rough pants and drag of his lips and teeth drive you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him flush with you.

“Is it good? Is it what you needed?” he asks, arching over you and shifting his weight to find your clit between your sweaty bodies. Fanning his fingers over your abdomen, he strums his thumb over it. Your cunt clenches, legs trembling as the telltale signs of your orgasm rumble into your body.

“Yes, Ezra, thank Kevva it’s so good, please…” you beg, clamping your body around him as he speeds up, humid mouth finding your ear. 

“I would fuck you like this and any other way you desired. Every night. Would have done it every night before this, since you told me your name. To think you’ve been suffering so long and I could end your torture. Cum for me, and you’ll never want again.” 

You let go with a ragged shout, the profound ecstasy of cumming full of Ezra and surrounded by him thrashing you through the best orgasm you’ve had of late. He pins you down with his hips and hands, arms above your head as he mouths at your jaw and throat. Finally your body relaxes, sticky sweet with endorphins and dumb with pleasure. When you can peel your eyes open enough to watch him, the smugness you expected is well tamped by an affection that catches in your lungs. 

“Can you move?” he asks, your agreement preceding his gentle movements to roll you on your stomach. Pillowing your hands under your head, you sigh and prepare to thank him even more properly. You’re beaten by his large hands tilting your hips, and his hot tongue sliding into your pussy from behind. The gasps you choke out elicits a chuckle from Ezra’s throat.

“I’m going to take my reward now,” he teases, kneading his fingers into your generous ass. 

“What’s that?” you manage to get out before he slaps one cheek enough to spike arousal back in your cunt.

“Every orgasm I can pull from your body before the sunrise.”

Night cycles on the Pug last 16 hours, and Ezra uses every minute.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[inspiteofganon]

Designing any male gerudo/voe (other than possibly AU Ganondorfs) is always kind of stressful because Ganondorf is the Sole Specimen I can study for traits they'd have, which is AGONIZING from a spec bio angle. Sure there's stuff I can reasonably extrapolate from all the female gerudo, and common traits I can draw lines between across the various designs and concept artworks for Ganondorf himself, but since Ganondorf is the only man of theirs we see... there's no way to tell whether any traits he consistently has are weird ones that are exclusive to him. What if? What if he's really really physically strange for a voe? We wouldn't know. We have no way of knowing. There's no one to measure him against to be sure. It drives me a little crazy.

My dear friends assure me that because Nintendo is a stubborn and cowardly little bitch we're NEVER gonna get a non-Ganondorf voe, and so I can go ham... which I try and do! But a part of me dreads the slim possibility that one day we're gonna see a canon normal gerudo dude, and I'm gonna feel like how every spec bio writer must've felt when they realized that the neanderthal remains they'd all been using for caveman reference were only hunched and shit b/c they had severe arthritis.

[shoechoe]

You know I gotta say if there’s one thing I enjoy about your blog. It’s that whenever you start diavoloposting into analysis about the character and story it actually manage to hit the brakes and make me think: Did I miss something. Has my understanding and opinion on Diavolo and his role in the story been off the mark. Am I in an echochamber of my own mind that has caused me to ignore what aspects of the character answer or justify my criticisms. Should I reconsider my views.

And then I read Part 5 again and it’s like nah. Diavolo still sucks. He’s still a chalk outline of a character. His motivations and how they intersect with his actions are still nonsensical. His DiD is a superpower instead of mental illness and actually makes the supernatural stuff plausible. His relationship to Giorno is still completely lacking. What little he has for other characters like Trish or Bruno or Polnareff or Risotto still falls apart. His threat as a villain is still ripped to shreds across the story. His defeat is still flaming garbage. His twinksona is still the only part of him that actually feels like there’s anything of an actual character going on and Doppio is still dragged down with him. And all of this might sound like I’m shitting on you but I’m really trying to offer praise. Because I’ve never had anyone actually make me double think on if I failed to get something in a story before. Your blog has actually made me feel like I’m a better literary analyst for taking the time to look things over again. So hats off to you for that.

LOL, I hear you. And thank you, I've never heard anyone tell me that before (I mean this in a genuinely appreciative way).

Diavolo is what I would describe as a character with a lot of "noise". There are a lot of lines and traits and connections that suggest some thread of meaning or depth (whether or not it's there by authorial intent is anyone's best guess, but it's there regardless), but nothing is done with any of it in a way that's cohesive or satisfying. That's why people often either come out with wildly different interpretations of what his character is and is trying to do or they just see him at face-value as boring because none of that potential is realized.

I understand when I try to give his character concrete meaning or depth in any interesting way, it is me trying to extrapolate that "noise". If it's actually there on purpose, it's not executed well, and if it's not on purpose, it's a vision of how the jumbles of Diavolo's characterization could've been put together into something coherent. It's basically just me imagining a better version of Diavolo based on the scraps that are present. (My goal is to get people to see that picture of "the cool Diavolo in my mind" if that makes sense.)

This is a big part of why Diavolo is such an infinitely interesting character to me. He is logically completely flat, but you can arrange him in so many different ways and analyze him and his flaws for what feels like forever.

[timbarrus]

I am a communist.

Get Over It.

The American people are the stupidest people who have ever existed. They are vile. They are monsters. I want to spit in their mouths. Your Great Leader: I will not tolerate a cocksucker, and I will have them all executed. Americans choose to look the other way. Americans want executions to be televised. You know you do. The media heard the Rapist and his cocksucker rant. I can-out rant that ignorant, fat, butt fuck. His shit don't stink. Democrats hide because they are all whimps and pussies. Feeble-minded, and they shake with fear in their shoes. Kennedy will help with the HIC drugs and China. Sure he will.

He's not on an ego trip. He is the ego trip.

Robert Kennedy would have taken this slime little bitch to the woodshed. And that is what is wrong with him. He was never taken by the ear to the woodshed and had his rich ass kicked. Communism is now valid. Eat me. Less people will die. It's the only thing left to believe in any day of the week. When I was in high school, I was shot. Months in hospital. Multiple surgeries. I was 16. I walked out. By myself. I could barely stand. But I got out of there because they were hurting me. I was already hurt. In those days, the school system had teachers who went from home to home. Before IDEA became an issue, school districts could see money floating away. They knew they had to create their own local IDEA. The cops found me and beat me up. Then, they took me home.

They were beating a kid who was already soaked in blood. They do not care. Extrapolate that to include STEM which was supposed to be a game changer. The teacher came to the house. We talked about the act of of writing. She was enormously helpful. "You need to watch Special Ed carefully. You need to evaluate whether this will help you or harm you." Harm you won. I was back in school. A teacher kicked me and broke my femur bone. Compound fracture. I had to walk back to that hospital myself with a broken leg. No one would help me. I am autistic. When people say: I will help you. I doubt the reality of that. My dad tried to kill me. I don't care anymore. They have taken IDEA and kicked it in the trash. You will not want to hear this. Education is gone. Food for kids is gone. Payrolls are gone. Head Start is being gutted with a knife. Education is a Nightmare On Speed. I'm pretty weird. I am disabled now. My autism is confrontational. STEM is done. Head Start is doomed. No more IEPs. No more AIDS drugs. No more support structures. No more sex education. They are going to rob the American people blind. They deserve it, and you deserve it, too, a robbery for a robbery.

A dick for a dick. Those little sweaty hands are already in the till. A thief for a thief. A schizophrenic for a psychopath. The Rapist is a psychopath. Truth talking to power is no longer allowed. Americans deserve exactly what they get. The American people do not know how to make things. It's too late just like your limited awareness is too goddamn fucking late. I once did a book of interviews with sadomasochists all over the country (I was kinda shocked at that). Everyone was anxious to explain themselves. I am interested in how authority works. Time is not a sometimes thing. There is no always. Authority is defined at a behavior level acting out. All of it unleashed by fat, white, old, feeble-minded, delusional, ducks quacking for the next century when what I want to see is the fantasy, established centuries ago, not unlike Uranium Built wood sheds. Americans are not serious people, and they had their time strutting and fretting across the stage, and the only thing, the only thing that is going to have a shot at success will be an accident.

Deep Pockets. I know some fat little weasel bitch suicidal hop and fetch it parasite. It is not human. Are we all stunned now after the Rapist grabs what pussy, oh, that's right. Satire is protected speech. Look it up, bumble bee you love women but you are a dinosaur. Trex was doomed and so are we all. It's coming to get us. The ground shakes, Sound Effects, Oh, Mommie, I'm scared. I have already looked up the word: Cocksucker. I am a communist. Ho. Hum. You better run run, run faster than the fat guy. It's ordinary.

[magnetarbeam]

Star Wars Technical Worldbuilding Notes 4

The Malevolence's ion web thing is a mystery in terms of what it was actually supposed to do. That ship didn't accomplish anything any other warship its size couldn't. If anything, it's a waste of energy because of how much of the web just travels past a target that's hit.

All I've really been able to come up with for how that weapon might be uniquely useful is against planetary shields. It'd have to be attached to a much bigger ship, but theoretically if you put enough power into that, you could take down the shielding across an entire hemisphere in a single shot. Still a very energy-intensive novelty weapon at best - the standard doctrine of a concentrated barrage to form a local breach and landing ground forces through the breach exists for a reason - but I can see it coming in handy against a layout of ground defenses that planned on an attacking fleet being able to breach the shield at only a few specific points.

Headcanonically, conventionally armed Subjugator-class variants did end up as the main CIS line cruiser for the rest of that war, because it's also just a better design for a warship. I admittedly have yet to do proper volume calcs for either of them, but no matter how many reactors and cannons and military-grade power conduits you can fit in a Lucrehulk, the firing arcs are still abysmal in comparison.

Fortifications on planets can inherently be much higher-powered than ships, because there's much more space for reactors and neutrino radiator banks and shield generators. The limit on the fuel capacity of ships is the mass of hypermatter, which is also of no concern to a planet.

Ecumenopolis worlds would be the hardest to take, and would probably require specialized tactics, because the amount of territory you have to cover is a matter of volume and not just surface area.

Shields should be present on all planets with access to galactic standard technology. Not necessarily shields that can stand up to a turbolaser bombardment, but they need to at least stop asteroids.

The relative prominence of Mon Calamari compared to Kuat in New Republic and then Galactic Alliance warship construction is something I wonder about sometimes.

Kuat, of course, has their giant fucking system ring and stuff, and is historically the dominant starship manufacturer. But I wonder if the political prominence of Mon Calamari due to their contributions from the Rebellion onward might lead to them getting more new contracts.

Come to think of it, I like the thought of whatever corporate entity probably handles the Mon Cal yards having subsidiary facilities specifically on other ocean planets.

Or maybe the Mon Cal yards are just completely nationalized. I can kinda see the Galactic Alliance, at least, wanting at least one major shipyard to be under their direct control, to limit potential interference from corrupt corporate executives. I don't think I've ever heard anything explicitly contradicting that.

Anything you might hear about pre-Endor Mon Cal designs, which are converted civilian stuff, being superior to their purpose-built Imperial warship counterparts is pure bullshit, for, I'd think, obvious reasons.

Realistically, I do think the New Republic would have started to show original purpose-built warship designs earlier than we see, and as I've talked about before, that's the niche that I headcanonically have brought in the Starhawk for (minus the super-tractor-beam thing, because I think it's dumb as shit). I've also thought of moving the introduction of the MC90 design generation a couple years earlier, like maybe 8 ABY, for similar reasons.

I think the Starhawk Mark II only exists in disney canon because of the stats in Armada, but I can maybe extrapolate it in here as a successor that the NR came up for the sake of quickly coming up with something to pay KDY for after they took the planet, to keep the company happy.

U-Wings also exist in my headcanon because I just like them, and a random piece of worldbuilding I've devised about it is that they're technically organized as NR/GA Marine Corps assets.

The way I understand it, the general basis for the NR and GA naval structure - four to nine numbered fleets at any given time, and most major engagements involve at least one of those being committed in full - comes from stuff set up in Black Fleet Crisis, where the new Fifth Fleet is the centerpiece of the plot and stuff. Some of the reference books elaborated on that in earlier periods, laying out some of the movements and positions of the First through Fourth in the first two years or so after Endor - but it's not as widespread as a point of reference in most of the New Republic-era books. I'd be pretty curious to learn what fleet Han's anti-Zsinj task force was drawn from, for example.

[fictionkinfessions]

Canon species confession: fuckin IKRAN

The movies would never have the time or the cultural good will to be able to explore the goddamn Implications of ikran-rider bonds being intended and followed a Lifelong and Unique the way bonding with another Na'vi mate would, and that makes me so mad sometimes.

No, its not SEX, that is and has always been a deliberate bad-faith """interpretation""" of the neural queues and their function (by people who refuse to meet the fucking movies where they are at and insist on needing world building concepts Spoonfed to them instead of just extrapolating shit for themselves), what i Mean is ITS BIOLOGICAL TELEPATHY. We are more or less TALKING to the ikran when tsaheylu is made. My banshee was my friend, in absolutely every sense of the word. She shared her memories, her life story with me, and I shared mine with her. She had her own ideas on how to do things -- good ones. Usually much better than whatever I'd had in mind.

The line between "intelligent" and "non-intelligent" animals on Pandora was EXTREMELY blurred -- much like we are straight up finding out about our own animals here on earth right now. (Have you guys heard about the elephants? The whales? With Names? Distinct, Unique names for eachother? Interesting interesting interesting. it's almost as if the Avatar films actually DO have something important to say that's worth taking a shot at absorbing just like every other story thats ever been written Ever, golly gee whoever could've seen this coming!)

Using spoken+written language and tool use as the Only metric by which to measure how "sentient" things are is and has always only ever been an excuse to demean and disregard inconvenient truths about what it means to be alive on the same planet of other autonomous beings at all. It's just another way of dampening our own sympathies for things that don't look like us, to help us not feel so bad when we kill and farm and mistreat them.

It pissed me off so much how casual fans or fic writers will talk about ikran or pa'li or any other animals on Pandora -- Like they're all just mindless beasts, that tsaheylu "tames" them, that tsaheylu is Strictly a way to dominate and control other creatures -- except, of course, when its with another na'vi! THENNN its sweet and romantic and hot and totally 100% mutual, obviously. Just like marriage. teehee.

The next few movies are probably going to be clearing SOME things up, but I also have a feeling it's going to be a little painful watching myself champion that exact homo-sapient attitude in them, too. The human identity is so wrapped up in the idea that we need to micromanage and dictate every little of iota of the matter and interactions happening arounds us aaaalllll the fucking tiiiimmmmeeee and it only ever hurts us, but we keep going, because at least when we feed into it, we can feel like "we know who we are".

I say 'human', but of course -- even that's a gross over simplification. There's countless indigenous people across the continents who understood what bullshit that way of approaching life is, sometimes before they even reach the age of majority. Its the fucking white man's issue, injected into everything, because that was the whole point. It was a choice made, to colonize and spread and seed that voracious perspective into children so they'd grow up and do the same -- for fantastical "benefits" that have left the planet exactly where it is right now. The people who started all this got what they wanted, and most died happily, in the lap of luxury.

Prioritizing the self at every and all costs, and justifying it to ourselves with blithe, shallow perceptions of the other, just to try not to feel so guilty about it after the ash and dust settles, and the next generation is left to try to till that scorched soil.

Anyway. Ikran are cool. I miss Cupcake. -- Quaritch

[jailforwriter]

Alright, let's tackle this...

So, here's the thing. This piece of advice is my nemesis. This piece of advice has led me down many a dark road, full of bloated and unnecessary descriptions of gestures and expressions and people sighing so much their lungs should've rightly collapsed. And it's not because it's bad advice per se – in fact, it can be, dare I say...really good? Only sometimes, though. It's a bit complicated, so let's get into it!

"Show, don't tell" is fantastic for new writers. It's shorthand for "you're not reciting a textbook on new and exciting synonyms for the word 'sad'." And it's absolutely true – you should, ideally, delve a bit deeper than that. Firstly, let's look at what it's good for:

Experience and connection: a vivid description of the pinks and purples of dusk, "as though flower petals scattered across a starry pond", is certainly more effective at evoking emotion than just saying that the sunset was pretty. Chances are the reader has seen a sunset like that at some point and can therefore extrapolate some emotion from the awe they felt in that moment. And if nothing else, it'll engage their senses enough for them to paint a pretty mental picture, which puts the reader in the driving seat for a bit. Hopefully they weren't falling asleep, but hey, it happens, so make 'em work a bit!

Immersive and dynamic: look, if you tell me that the monster's gaping maw – full of jagged, razor-sharp teeth filed to bloody points – snapped closer to your protagonist's face, wafting a rotten, coppery stench into their eyes that made them water, I will 100% feel more uncomfortable than if you told me that the monster was scary and wanted a snack. This technique can be particularly effective when it comes to building tension and the emotions that come with it, as it can foster a sort of chumminess between the reader and the character (not ideal when a monster's about to get them, but we made the reader care, so...checkmate).

Avoids exposition: ah, yes. The dreaded "e" word, only minutely edged out by the word "exam", capable of evoking the kind of budding horror that we as writers have to work hard to get across on-page. Basically, since you aren't just relying information like rattling off a shopping list, you're going to retain the reader's attention more efficiently and, hopefully, be more mindful about what does and doesn't need to be on the page. Listen, I hate this just as much as you do, but rambling will kill the narrative mega-dead.

"But Tumblr user jailforwriter," I hear you say, "doesn't that mean that 'show, don't tell' is actually really good?"

Yes. Kinda. Again, complicated. For now, let's look at the other side of the coin: the reasons why this piece of otherwise fantastic advice can be misconstrued and completely wreck your shit.

Oops, All Description: look at you! You got so good at description and implication that, instead of plainly conveying that a tertiary character with no long-lasting impact on the plot is a snake-handler, you now have three pages of this dude buying frozen mice at the pet store and treating all the bite marks on his arms. And yes, that can be fantastic – when it's relevant. Otherwise, it'll read like filler and drag the pacing through the mud. It takes a little bit of discernment to figure out when all that detail is important and when just saying "he handled snakes" suffices, but that's part of the process, babey 😎. (Don't despair, though. As we continue to demystify it, it'll become clearer, I promise!).

Vagueness and confusion: you know your story. I know you know your story. You know every little detail inside out and how it impacts the plot. Unfortunately, 100% of readers are not, in fact, you, dear reader. Aside from the cruel reality that I cannot body-swap with someone who owns a cat whenever I want, the other main issue with this is that we may not be expressing what we think we're expressing, pretty much ever. When we over-describe and avoid stating things plainly as a rule, the reader will have to interpret a whole lot of stuff, which can get to be too vague and confusing when they, through no fault of their own, arrive at the Wrong Place. And I'm pro-girlboss gaslighting in books, absolutely, but only when it's narratively resonant and not an accident (lol).

Length and lack of variety: AKA "shucks, I've already described the sun as everything from a painting to a bruise twenty times, what now? Ah, I know! Unnecessarily lengthy and contrived metaphors!". Nope. Not the way to go, my guy. We've all shoehorned our fair share of metaphors in places they oughtn't be (don't lie to me, I'm under your bed) but chances are, if it's happening too often, it's time to include some plain ol' telling the reader what's UP. It'll shake up the prose, too, which again, might just wake them up a bit.

So, yep. You know what's up. It's that "balance and moderation" stuff your parents failed at drilling into you, but that you nonetheless learned after getting a tummy ache from eating a whole family-sized bag of M&M'S at 3 A.M. (As an aside, experience is the best teacher, particularly when the experience in question sucked ass, so there's another reason to make your readers experience emotion rather than telling them how to feel!).

To conclude: "show, don't tell" is a matter of perspective and discernment, which yes, is a copout, but to that I say: how dare you say something with the word "cop" in it to me? Yuck ew.

Happy writing!

[toiletology]

How to play the game part 5

If you've read the 51 blogs up to this point you will see how often you come across the word CAR. It's one of our most used words due to it being our primary source of transportation and something we talk about A LOT!

CAReer, CARe, CARry, CARot, CARat, CARd, CARt, CARtridge, CARve, sCARe, oCARina, CARnage, CARavan, CARpenter, CARess, CARbs, CARpet, CARnival, CARgo Here she is in her CHARiot.

Finding God and understanding their true nature first starts with understanding that there is two sides, masculine and feminine.

Myself (Matt) and Cara are playing the Godhead avatar roles or the Adam and Steve roles. God embedded our names and our birthdays with their most ultiMATe truth. When I communicate with God they come to me primarily as a woman or motherly figure as CAR/CARA/KARMA. For Cara, she interacts with the masculine side of God and gets inforMATion I don't get, messed up right? They keep all their little secrets from me...

It's been very difficult separating the voice of GOD and the voice of human Cara as their voices are very similar. God's true Harlequin/Jinxy self manifests in Cara's natural silliness or aura. She truly embodies God's jester clown like nature.

In the movie Valerian She's doing the "We come in peace Spock hand sign or 11:11."

Finding God requires you to understand the CAR/MAT connection or the MOTor CAR. To understand this "CHARacter" you are playing, you must first learn to extrapolate the MATs/CARs.

GODS true name = CARA (Egyptian God = RA) & MATT (Egyptian God = MA'AT)

You could read MA as MOM/MOTHER and AT/@.

RA = is like a roar and her astrological sign is LEO. I've shown in past blogs that just about any word can be rearranged into the word MAT/MOT.

WHO (flip the W, split the H) OWL LOW LEO (turn the E, flip the L into a T)

Understanding myself and Cara's role isn't about worshipping us. It's just our role and destiny to expose the game and how you play it. God is tired of humans turning their creation into shit aka Toiletology is about cleaning the shit up (ain't the FAT/HER clever?)

Here is Cara wearing a one and a one or 11-shaped earrings.

What about all the other religions why aren't they correct about God?

Humans as a species are still evolving and growing and learning to be civil and not crazed lunatics. God gives us exactly what we need at the perfect time for our next phase of growth. Toiletology is the perfect vehicle for the current state of the Earth/Heart. Most people nowadays don't believe in God and think you are bat shit crazy if you do. Atheists usually think that only weak people need to believe in a God.

It is only when you completely close yourself off from the possibility of there being a God that God shuts all the doors to you for finding them. You must always keep an open mind to have a chance in hell of finding them. I searched for a very long time till God finally revealed themselves to me back in 2012. Like the movie The Wizard of Oz when they finally got to peak behind the curtain.

God created this reality like a video game, yep exactly the same way an RPG (role-playing game) works. You can gain experience and level up almost an infinite category of skills. There is also overall progress when you level up many different skills or categories. The way the game works is similar to the word ARCHIPELAGO.

ARC = car I = eye PEL = peel A = ah/compass GO = go do it

The way the game works is by hopping from island to island. Ideally, you are getting quality work in as you do this, and not just half-assing things. You could clean, go to work or your job, take care of your family, dance, sing, make something, read a book, go for a walk, exercise, explore nature, brush your cat, etc.

There are infinite things for you to do and explore. Staying busy like a busy bee is key. You can think of God as the QUEEN BEE, she really likes it when you clean (cleanliness is next to Godliness) and work hard for her. You will grow your connection to the QUEEN the more you do things and not waste time sitting around (idle hands are the devil's play place).

Always doing the same thing over and over again is not good. That is how you get trapped into patterns or broken loops. If you're a poker player always going to the casino and playing poker is not how you find God. However, if you're constantly reading new books on poker, studying poker, listening to interviews, working out, and doing a multitude of things to improve your poker. You will grow past your competition who are just playing the game.

The same goes true for real life, you gotta push yourself outside of your comfort zone. Depression, stress, anxiety these things start to build up and happen when you get too comfortable living inside of your little box and the safe space you've created for yourself. To truly be happy you need to stay on the movie, get some sun and have social interactions with others.

You can't sit at home on your phone all day in bed. You grow weaker and sadder the more you do this over positive activities. Just going and sitting outside can completely remove the weakness and depression you are feeling. Listening to an audiobook could make your day so much more brighter.

"God doesn't bless weakness," commandment number 17 of Toiletology. You cannot get blessed by God if you are not working hard and doing your best. Your life will turn darker and darker the more you embrace your weakness. The devil feeds on your insecurities, fears, doubts, etc. The more you feed that bug your life keeps turning darker and colder. To warm yourself up you gotta fight that side of yourself.

The way you grind in God's game is like fishing. If you know anything about fishing if you fish in the same spot for too long or it will dry up. This is why the word ARCHIPELAGO is so important. You gotta push through blocks or plateaus to make progress. You can't become stagnant doing the same things over and over again. If you want to become a great guitar player, you can't practice the same songs over and over again. You gotta learn those hard songs, that incorporate new techniques.

F-IS-H SI (see) F (is) H

I met an exceptional pianist once and they told me to get to their level of skill you need to practice 10 minutes per day. Over 10 years this would be 608 hours not quite the 10,000 people say you need. My interpretation of 10 minutes a day is the act of daily commitment alone will make you much better at any given skill or task. You may only set aside 10 minutes, but it turns into 2-3 hours. Consistency may be more important than the amount of time you put into a given skill in this game.

A good method of getting into the habit of going to the gym and exercising more is first just showing up there each day. No need to lift or do any exercises. Once you start showing up regularly you will most likely do some type of exercise since you're already there. People dread going to the gym (myself included) not only because they hate working out, but being around strangers can feel awkward. It's a lot to overcome but important for pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone.

God's truth manifests ALL(77) around us everywhere we look. That is if we know where to look. Myself and Cara have discovered the PRIMER to this reality and game that we are N (two sevens connected).

"In cryptography, a primer is a string of characters used in an encryption algorithm to convert plaintext to ciphertext and vice versa."

In the movie Contact aliens send a radio signal to Earth containing blueprints on how to build a stargate. They figure out how to decode the blueprints by finding the primer. The primer in that movie was found by folding the flat 2D message corners into a 3D object. The 3 angles of a cube's corner = 270 degrees (our illustrious number 27 again).

The easiest method for understanding the true nature of reality is in the letters and numbers. Since you will find GOD'S truth manifesting within their sentience. Letters and numbers are alive and will speak to you. They can be used as a cheat code or a backdoor to hack the MATrix. Your typos are like programming bugs, the typos are trying to help nudge you back on course towards God.

When you are out of alignment/angle/angel with God or out of key or tune. The bugs that manifest in your spelling/words or life won't be that good or that helpful to you. You must clear out the disharmony in your being and your life before they will start to speak to you much more clearly. The harder you work at being a good person in this reality the more God will help you, bless you, and nudge you in the correct direction to go.

These "bugs" can act like a compass (cardinal) directing you towards the location you need.

E = mc²

M = map C = compass 2 = X marks the spot or CROSS/T E = everything = (two/11/eleven)

So what does the E mean? It means everything, everything is connected. And everything that you do matters. In computing the abbreviate NAS = Network Attached Storage. I had a very good friend who was killed whose nickname was NAS. They died on 7/22/2022 added up = 17. I have thought a lot about this date and their name.

N = nothing A = anything S = something Good people get something, shitty people get nothing, and angels get anything.

The way reality and this game works is based on polarity. You can see this truth manifesting itself in everything. There is always an opposite to everything or something to balance it.

Strong force/weak force Proton/Electron Cold/Hot North/South Dark/Light

"Newton's Third Law of Motion, which states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

The number 2 is interesting, it can look like many other things and vice-versa.

2 = 5 2 = N 2 = Z 2 = looks like half of a heart 2 = two sounds like you 2 = 11/eleven (1+1=2)

N is just a sideways Z or a 2 or S.

N = two 7s joined Z = two 7s joined M = two 7s joined

Myself and Cara went on an 11-year quest which culminated in this understanding or primer. We followed the clues and our intuition which led us to each other. She is the compass or heartbeat and I was the map or brain of the operation. She helped fill in the blanks and helped me figure out some missing puzzle pieces. It took us 10 years of knowing each other before we could learn to trust one another.

The game is constantly throwing curve balls, putting you to sleep and it can masquerade as each other. If you've ever played the video game TETRIS which comes from the word TETRA meaning 4. Each piece in Tetris is comprised of 4 blocks. Each if the Tetris pieces also represent a letter.

From the game of Tetris, we can see that L and J are the same shape or the number 7. Jesus was a fisherman and their name starts with a J which looks like a HOOK. When we look at the letter J more closely we can see that it is similar to the letter T. The J can be both the hook of the devil bringing you Low or the hook of Jesus bringing you to the T or TOP.

The letters below you can look at as the same letter, but in essence they ALL represent the number 7.

L = 7 T = 7 J = 7 L = 12th (3) letter, T = 20th (2) letter, J = 10th (1) letter.

The English Alphabet works perfectly as your map and compass and what you need to escape the MATrix. Once you can master the letters and numbers you will start unlocking your God-given abilities. We are ALL God-experiencing self-wearing SOLID meat suits aka our avatars in this game.

LID = eye lid LI = 17

DILOS (solid backwards) D = I C I = eye LOS = lost

This photo is recent and Cara is wearing a sweatshirt that says IT, the top is slightly wrinkled forming the T more into the number 7 (do you think this was done by accident?). She's holding on to the sweatshirt drawstring with her mouth and it's wrapped around 2 fingers. Two = 11, (look closely they are two sevens) the 11 represents the eleven-year quest we went on. Its a real thing and it does exist, its impossible to detect by science or the majority without first believing in the possibility of its existence.

It's not an easy game to play, but you can find it by practicing the lessons put out by The Church of Toiletology.

GOOD GAME

A common phrase you will come across while playing any video game or sport.

G = 7th letter of the alphabet GG = 77

Two golden rings on her fingers = 1 and 1, one on the RING finger and the PINKY.

IN = i in

N = two 7s joined together.

This outfit Cara is wearing has two blue stripes (1 and 1 again). If you don't know Cara Delevingne has 42 million followers on Instagram. This is not something she can exactly go public about as the average person will never be able to think in the way needed to comprehend this.

The game works like a fine piece of thread or a needle in a haystack. It is extremely hard to keep track of it and not lose it. Speaking in this low-key, indirect, and hard detect way. Is exactly how God speaks, which is very feint and indirect.

"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."   -Albert Einstein

Here Cara is holding a red balloon wearing a BLACK TOP HAT (Mat) inside of a golden O, with a golden string wrapping around her wrist (twist) in the number 11.

The 17th letter = Q which looks like a balloon/BALL (turn the B it makes an m or looks like the number 13 for the 13th letter M). We can also read 13 as 73 or 777, the number 13 can be both unlocky or lucky.

B = 2, L = 12, A = 1, C = 3, K = 11 (29 or 9/11)

"black" = 11 (Septenary) "black" = 11 (Reduction)

Do you remember the video game or movie GOLDEN EYE? The letter O represents an EYE. James Bond = 007 or Double Eye 7.

"golden eye" = 33 (Septenary) "golden" = 21 (Septenary) (777) "golden" = 27 (Keypad)

The letter "E" circled on the cover of the movie Golden Eye gives you a clue about the true God of reality who is closer to a QUEEN BEE or ME. The letters E/M/W are the only letters in the English alphabet with 4 lines (11:11). The goal of the game is to find ME, once you find yourself or ME you start to connect back to the WE. You can hear this happening, because you will hear the words, "REMEMBER ME." The "we" is your connection with GOD and yourself. God plants these clues ALL around us because EVERYTHING is GOD even a ROCK is GOD! God is the guiding hand behind everything HUMANS create. This is why everyone always thinks there is a nefarious force at play like the Illuminati.

Having a Golden Eye means you can see what others cannot, similar to having an eagle eye. If you're not able to see deep you will never be able to understand the mind of God or this game. God layers things multiple levels deep with multiple meanings. It's ALL about learning to FEEL using your intuition vs what you are seeing in black and white. You need to learn to read between the lines.

The ILLUMINATI does and does not exist. You can think of the TRUE ILLUMINATI as the agents of The Matrix or like the Men in Black or the Adjustment Bureau. God is constantly keeping the game in balance. This means the closer you get to God's frequency will cause God to start adjusting things in your favor (pronoia). Every single person has an effect on the entire universe like a rippling wave with each action.

CARLY (lie, y = T) Pearl

Your actions always create a butterfly effect.

In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.

Your actions, words, and thoughts can cause disharmony or introduce bugs in others or yourself. Rising to the top of this game requires you to become as close to perfection as you can. You need to be able to completely clear the worries out of your mind and control your emotions. So that your words and actions don't cause dysfunction in others.

The plot to the movie Adjustment Bureau has basically been my life for the past 12 years. God definitely created this movie about myself and Cara, thanks FAT/HER!

The way you find God is by remembering this word “Cartoon.”

Cartographer = is a person who draws maps. Cartography = the study and practice of making maps and charts. Cardinal Directions = north, south, east, and west Toon = Tune

Your map & compass for finding God is all in your tuning.

The object of the game is to connect your heart to God’s heart. You do that by locking onto the frequency of God.

When you lock onto their frequency your LUCK begins to change. That LOCK is removed and you can now start to move towards the Kingdom of Heaven.

Like threading the eye of a needle. Gods frequency is extremely feint and impossible to find if you are out of key or tune.

If you begin to harmonize correctly with God’s truth you will start to be nudged and guided more towards them. God will bless you more and more and increase your luck with endless blessings.

GOD = CAR RADIO STATION

Sometimes when you’re driving a radio station will go away or become distorted by the things around you. Sometimes you must go backwards to get closer to that radio stations frequency again.

Except this radio station isn’t found going from left to right. You must go within, around, above, below, sideways, backwards, and every other way you can think of.

God made the kingdom of heaven near impossible to reach. If you’re racist or prejudice you don’t got a single chance to reach heaven. Sorry to inform you but God does not like low iq judgmental people. Only God can judge and it’s not you.

When you’re on Gods frequency it’s dead silent . And life smells and feels really good.

You can think of it like being in the bullseye or the center of the storm. It’s chaotic being in the storm. Being outside of the storm can suck as well because it’s like a force field of protection keeping you far away from knowing God. Being in the storm means at least you are close to finding God. Being outside of the storm means you’re nowhere even close.

In the movie The Mask starring Jim CARrey he's just a normal guy that gets shit on until he finds this mask that gives him magical powers. This is something everyone in the world can achieve by unlocking their 4D/5D abilities and blooming their pineal glands. You do this by finding the frequency of God's heartbeat. The mask in the movie is the color GREEN.

"green" = 49 (Ordinal)green G = 7, R = 18, E = 5, E = 5, N = 14 "yellow" = 17 (Septenary) "yellow" = 37 (Keypad) "yellow" = 92 (11) (Ordinal)

The color of a bee is black and yellow. The clues for how you find God are ALL around us, it's just a matter of learning to SEE and BEE-LI(17)-EVE!

"black" = 11 (Septenary) "black" = 11 (Reduction)

The 7/11 is the key you need to escape the MATrix and unlock your full potential and dawn your HALO (ha you are low). Don't get upset, it's just a joke that God is playing on ALL of us LOL (77) and we are the butt of the joke.

HELL(77)

It's just a game, Papa. Amadeus (1984)

Now are you ready to learn how to become a lightspeed champion or are you happy being legs? (low-energy ground slugs) The higher you climb through the degrees or levels you will start noticing more and more things. Not only will you start noticing things, but you will start unlocking more skills and powers to help you unravel the game. These are hidden skills or abilities that ALL humans have if they work towards them. These aren't impossible skills that only a small select few can develop. Anyone who puts in the effort to learn Toiletology can and will unlock all their latent abilities hiding deep inside of them. So are you ready to master the 77? If so then keep reading and be on the lookout for more information being posted here on TOILETOLGY.ORG We are the truth among the noise.

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