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jigensass · 2 years ago

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My 2022 Review: Section 3 - Vidja Games

In the last section, we ended off with a brief intro into what 'Obey Me! Shall we Date?' franchise entailed.

And I have, not so much a theory, just a correlation, that I will discuss after going into this gatcha franchise (more like 'water is wet' statement), as well as some discussion on mental health.

I've going to avoid all of the detailed stuff about it by linking this post I made earlier this year back when I was in the heat of playing the game and only having spent money to boost one card I liked, and maybe throw $20 here and there.

In summary: the plot has good premise, from parts Seasons 1 - 3 of the game {Season 1: Chapters 1 -20, Season 2: Chapters 21-40, etc.}. However, I have heard echoes from more well-versed fans of the series that Season 4: Chapters 61-80 were not great for multiple reasons in regards to the plot (I never made it this far into the game, I stopped around chapter 50), but the art and misc. content being put into the franchise is decent.

I've also seen a lot of people catch onto the....very questionable decisions that were picked up during dialogue. It's kind of dodgy and questionable, but they're the 7 princes of Hell, not some BTS crew who hasn't committed at least one war crime {this is a joke or assumption that all KPOP stars are precious little uwu angel boys because I know nothing about KPOP except the word BTS} (spoiler: all of the characters in Obey Me have committed at least war crime, yes even YOU the MC. Edit: probably the only character that has not committed a war crime and ironically is the only character you cannot date in the game and that is Luke)

(I mean, look at him, I don't have to explain why he's not datable.)

And ESPECIALLY stay away from playing the game IF YOU DON'T HAVE IMPULSE CONTROL.

Between the months of March, May, June, October, November, and into this month as well, my personal life has not been great and my mind has been in some bad places. And when so much stress and trauma seem to seep into my head, I tend to want to dissociate and forget that reality is a thing. Because literally two weeks after writing that article, a brand new event launched on the app and my investment on microtransactions to boost cards and get pulls that I wanted hit a four digit USD number. After Lucifer's birthday back in June, I had to stop playing or I was going to drain my bank account. I was that depressed and desperate for any kind of dopamine to hit my veins that I was willing to spend my life savings for happiness on fictional characters. I do regret the choice I made looking back, but in the moment I could have cared less.

The same thing happened to me when I played Mystic Messenger a few years back, but I knew where to draw the line sooner rather than later when I noticed the dent in my checking account.

Don't get me wrong, I still love the character designs and the characters themselves. I just don't want to get sucked into what is essentially, an addiction, like that, ever again.

PS I am making this not rebloggable so if you have any other hot takes on OB: SWD, please reply, send me a DM, or an ask in my inbox I would love to hear your thoughts. Conclusion: Don't play gatcha dating simulators when you're severely depressed.

Going to start off with the games I actually have finished.

Sherlock Holmes Chapter One

Okay, now that is out of the way, I can fully discuss the first game I played in full this year from the Ukranian Chads at Frogwares: Sherlock Holmes Chapter One.

This is kind of like a fanon prequel to the canon storyline where Sherlock grew up on this island known as Cordona, a melting pot of an island in the Mediterranean where you solve mysteries around the island, as well as into Sherlock's past of as to what actually happened in this re-imagined tale.

Warning: if you are very sensitive and get triggered from by-gone era culture, do not play this game. Even the game warns you up front what you are about to dive into, and even I, who has been getting less ruffled by triggering things over the years, had some 'yikes' moments when playing.

The reason I didn't give a full analysis the first time around playing is because I was a broken shell by playing the ending. Seriously, NO SPOILERS GO PLAY IT FOR YOURSELF.

okay maybe a few.

This is Sherlock, you can dress him up in multiple different outfits for funsies, and the writing is incredibly tongue and cheek.

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If you are also interested in Lovecraftian horror, Frogwares is also remaking one of their older games where it a crossover of Lovecraft Horror and Holmes so, if that is your cup of tea.

Now only if we could get a remake of this....then my life would be complete.

I am currently playing through Sherlock Holmes: Nemesis and it's glorious, the Part 6 Lupin actually needed.

Disco Elysium

I blame Tumblr. Specifically that one gif of break dancing harry, this was the one that grabbed my attention to this weird little RPG.

I went in blind so I had little to no idea what to do, but loved how the game was set up all around D&D-style roll checks. I do want to play the game again to see what I missed the first time around, as well as mess around with builds to see what is most effective to getting what I want (note: I tried building Jigen and I think I softlocked myself out of progression because I couldn't pass any of my checks).

Funky Little Game that I enjoyed. 10/10.

Hades

I technically beat the game for the first time and now I'm on level 2 (I'm not good at rougelike it took me nearly 100 tries to get out the first time). But man do I love...everything about this game.

Favorite weapon is the spear. Favorite love interest is Miles Ed-I MEAN THANATOS.

And I can't wait to play the sequel when it releases.

The Great Ace Attorney 2: FINALLY FINISHED IT

I gave a lot of crap to this game duo set last year, especially to the last trial of the first game where it dragged and dragged, and dragged to nothing and everyone by the end of the trial, had admitted to committing one sort of crime or another.

But finally I got around to force myself to finish the second game right where I left off and....it was actually good? The plot twists (though I knew some of them, but not the two most important plot twists) had some logical thought put into them? And the ending case was excellent with how the game mechanics played out?

Why didn't we get this in the first game?

Powerwashing Simulator/House Flipper

It was annoying at times, and the plot (yes a simulator game had a PLOT) was bonkers, but I had a chill time with it. 8/10 for stimulation.

I've also been playing some more House Flipper lately to chill off which helped a bit.

Spider-Man: Miles Morales

I beat this game in a span of a couple of days, and I don't remember much about it, but I do remember having a good time for how short the campaign actually was.

8/10

Ghostwire Tokyo

My Diamond in the Rough of 2022 that was published by Bethesda. Japanese modern era horror? Sign me up! The atmosphere of the game is eerie, a contrast on what I was playing back in 2021.

8/10

Monster Prom, Monster Camp, & Monster Road Trip

I'm going to put these games all together since they're from the same series and I bought them in a set.

Note: These games are better with friends (I've...mostly been playing alone) and co-op is necessary when it comes to hitting the objectives in Road Trip so you can plan out your routes accordingly.

Overall, they're fun games to play if you have some down time.

Basically this trilogy of games is a visual novel dating simulator for monster fuckers. My favorite character? Milo Belladonna, hands down. They ooze aesthetic.

Side note: I have been planning to write this compilation review list for months now and the only thing that has been glued in my head to write down is this:

ICHIBAN IS THE WEED TREE!

Context: Magic Tree Mike is voiced by Kaiji Tang, aka Goro Yatagarasu from Lupin Parts 5-6 and KASUGA ICHIBAN FROM YAKUZA 7 (it's hilarious his running joke is telling characters that they're the chosen one)

Games I revisited/am currently playing now/games on hiatus that have not been mentioned

God of War aka Dad Simulator 2018

ProZd picking up a voice acting role in the sequel is what caused me to get into this 4 years later.

I'm not far into the game (I'm currently in Alfheim), and I'm enjoying it so far. The cutscenes are gorgeous and flow wonderfully together with the actual gameplay, which as it stands, is better than Yakuza. And I'm actually being presented a challenge when it comes to battling enemies. I've died a handful of times and I haven't gotten upset because they've all been my fault to just git gud. I'm hoping to enjoy this game to the end so I can get the sequel on the cheap side.

Dragon Quest XI S Echoes of an Elusive Age Definitive Edition

I started this game two years ago and picked it up again because I couldn't find something else to play and...so far it's nothing special, just your standard run of the mill JRPG. The only complaint I have so far is that the casino is entirely based on luck and requires no skill to play, unlike what I'm used to in Yakuza when playing Blackjack.

I just got all the party together and I'm off to fight a tentacle monster, but I hit another grind wall.

Stray

10/10 for cat.

8/10 for the very unsettling undertones of the overall plot. I'm probably not going to go back to it for the dystopian horror alone because it kind of makes me uncomfortable.

Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag

I've already been slandered earlier this year for what I said about Blackbeard, the Gentlemen Pirate, and Our Flag Means Death.

It's Assassin's Creed with Pirates, what more could you ask for? Although, I have played a bit of Valhalla and I can see that this game was the one that started the beginning of 'less assassins, more random countries with assassins as the side plot' because the main character of this game does not care about the plot that Ezio was fighting for in his trilogy years before the plot of 4 happened.

Crafting system is no me gusta. 6/10.

The Wolf Among Us

I will get back to this....eventually. Story is pretty decent and I like Bigby. 9/10.

World of Final Fantasy

I don't know if I will plan to complete this game from beginning to end, but I'm committed since I'm already at the halfway point. This game is just Pokemon: Final Fantasy edition so I'm not that invested in the plot, but I am interested as to what happened to these two twins. Like, are they even real or is this a Pokemon Scarlet and Violet moment?

Even if I do quit at some point, there is only one character I must interact with if I don't decide to carry on and it was decided the last time I played, which was six months ago.

In case you don't understand, this is why

I had some cool transition into the next segment, but I really don't have one.

Something involving the current blorbos I've collected and how their current theme is

overworked

underpaid

best at what they do

always grumpy upfront

either wants the simplest things in life or has refined taste

deemed as 'dad'

internally depressed

actually a big softie on the inside

may or may not be straight

#out of the fiat #2022 #yeah I have a problem #is it technically a problem?#there is some psychological shit going on that I can't explain #or maybe I'll explain later cause I'm hungry rn #you can also fight me I'm too tired to check this for broken grammar #Youtube

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forviik · 3 years ago

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✧ — 𝐁. 𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [ 𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

“Yes, I know it’s hot, you git. It’s an OVEN!”

“Mm. Granny’s favorite; soggy crackers.”

“Try not to die.”

“How long does sadness take to cook?”

“That is surprisingly good.”

“I used to like mason jars. Then came gentrification.”

“It tastes like sunscreen.”

“When I think of zucchini, I think of good barbeques, summer salads... Men.”

“I hate zucchini. It doesn’t taste bad, it just makes me feel insufficient.”

“Cease and desist!”

“I don’t make the rules!”

“I’m guessing the flavor profile is going to be cholesterol.”

“Some dishes aren’t amazing, but they are innately comforting.”

“I promise I’m not making this up!”

“Just another day in America.”

“At least it’s hot garbage.”

“It’s a demon quiche!”

“Let’s not make assumptions.”

“Can I start making assumptions now?”

“Um, do you know what a SALAD is? Because whatever you think, it’s wrong.”

“You know what stings more than a knife, [name]? Rejection.”

“No veggies allowed!”

“Thank you for your service.”

“This is revolting.”

“Margarine is like butter, but terrible.”

“It looks like it’s listening to me.”

“Easy there, Shakespeare.”

“I have no idea what’s going on.”

“No spices for you!”

“Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this.”

“There’s no jell-o in here, just the dark arts.”

“Sweet and salty things aren’t anything new. You have classics like PB&J, Chicken and waffles, fake friends, your in-laws...”

“Look who’s fallen from grace. Shame.”

“What’re we making, glue??”

“This is blowing my mind.”

“This tastes amazing!”

“Whatever happened to respect your elders?”

“You don’t measure this is calories, you measure this in years taken off of your life expectancy.”

“YOU need to chill!”

“Is it good? No. Is it bad? No. It’s SUGAR.”

“It’s known that in America, they’ll deep-fry anything that isn’t bolted to the Earth. Including zucchinis, hot dogs, and several species of large bird.”

“This looks incredible.”

“Whoopsie, they’re gone.”

“My man looks like he does taxes for fun.”

“Roughage is what dead people call ‘fiber’.”

“This is enough fiber to incapacitate one medium child.”

“You sure this wasn’t meant for a bird?”

“Of course it’s the prunes. What else would it be?”

“This is either gonna plug you up or bring the morning thunder.”

“Have you no mercy?”

“This is culinary terrorism.”

“Tastes like a bookshelf. Books included!”

“Normally if you’re looking for a mouthful of wood, you go to a sawmill. Or tinder.”

“It’s not bad, it’s... Eclectic.”

“Nothing quite says Autumn like an apple. Except maybe pumpkin or seasonal depression.”

“In the interest of civil defense, we look to raisins to substitute our sugar.”

“You want me to boil raisins?”

“It ain’t easy being a patriot.”

“Looks like barbeque sauce. Smells like death.”

“Full disclosure, I picked this recipe because it looked good.”

“I don’t always like destroying my taste buds, y’know!”

“It’s not November yet, so we’re cleared for some optional nuts.”

“Talk about stretching a dollar...”

“These kind of look like graham crackers... If graham crackers were made out of drywall.”

“These will last longer than even the most talented of men.”

“I could never be a millionaire. I’d end up buying like 3,000 pop tarts.”

“Uniformity is of utmost importance.”

“That hit my stomach like a bowling ball.”

“The dominant flavor is saturated fat.”

“I have a sudden urge to hibernate.”

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coldcolourchords · 3 years ago

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Turning 21 - an unwanted landmark

It happened an hour and 20 minutes ago, as the clock hit midnight CEST and the date changed so seamlessly to the 12th, without any hesitation, uneventfully and in complete silence, just as expected. The day I've been negatively anticipating for the better half of the past one year has come, and it caught me sitting at my computer alone in the living room, drinking hot tea on a summer night in a sweater and doing my silly little tasks that I call "work" (because despite my best efforts, middle of the night is still the only time of the day I can function as intended).

I remember ever since I was a child I always used to start mentally preparing myself for my birthday from New Year's Day. Even my mother used to say, "now that it's 2010, you're already 10 to me", even though August was still nowhere to be seen. But that felt good at the time. The beginning of a new year and my birthday approaching meant hope and progress, as the only thing I wanted as a child and as a teen was to grow up and not have to be a child anymore. I didn't like going to school, I didn't like being told to do things, I didn't like not being taken seriously, as I'm sure no one does. But by "didn't like", I mean it caused me severe emotional distress, the stuff that happened to me every single day without my control. It's hard to tell now in retrospect what caused what, but I have memories of developing my two most prominent and persistent mental disorders at around 6 years old (social anxiety and a BFRB) which have isolated me and often subjected me to cooler kids poking fun at me, shortly followed by starting school in the middle of my parent's divorce and moving houses. One of our last dinners in my father's comforting family home at the dinner table, I remember being visibly sad and my mum asking me what was wrong. My slightly belated answer ("everything") did not quite get the desired reception, as she and my little brother went on to have a little giggle over making assumptions about what that must include ("I'm sure she's sad over dinosaurs going extinct too..."). And, from then on, it's pretty much been downhill. I didn't like being home and I didn't like being at school (or at any of the million extracurricular activities my mum had picked out for me falsely thinking they could stop me from hurting myself and not just accelerate it). The ever-present social anxiety, bottled up frustration, high academic expectations and confusion about the nature of my very own self-destructive behaviours did not make for an enjoyable time in any of my 12 years at school. So, obviously, all I could do was anticipate the end. The end of being vulnerable to the very systems that were meant to nurture me and protect me.

I think that was my way of thinking all the way until I turned 19. Two years ago. At 19, I had graduated high school, I was about to start university studying something I was interested in, I had a semi-stable student job I liked and I was ready to move in with my boyfriend (a former classmate), separate from our parents. I had an artistic goal that I was ready to work for in my free time, and living away from home I was finally going to get the capacity to do so as well. And then when all of this happened and my thoughts became occupied with the new kind of responsibilities that came with "adulting", I started getting this overwhelming feeling of "what now?". A couple months have passed in the blink of an eye, it was November and I wasn't happy. I was making virtually no progress on my creative goals, my flat was a smelly mess, I didn't see my friends and I wasn't making new ones, and I found university to be draining and incompatible with my brain. I wasn't enjoying anything. I thought, "is this how I'm going to have to spend another 3 years?".

And then a miracle happened. I had to give a presentation at uni with a couple of other girls, and one of them suggested a book to do it based on. Reading my part of the book to prepare for the presentation has unlocked something in me - it was a book about the way people manage to feel like hostages due to their own decisions and thoughts. First it hurt to read because I had to face the truth: I wasn't really a hostage of expectations, university or responsibilities, I was a hostage of myself and my own attitude. I even wrote a song about this (my ultimate way of being honest with myself), and that's when I've felt ready to start working on myself in order to take back control over my life. And hell, I have done it. In a couple of weeks, I was feeling the best I've ever felt and I went into exam season thinking I was capable of the impossible at this point. Who knew I had it in me? I had gotten through a couple of exams and assignments and I was thinking soon I was going to start improving in other areas of my life as well. I was going to make art, see my friends again, go out, have fun, maybe learn to cook and be a better girlfriend too. Not a lot of that has happened. Came the end of exams and the second half of January and I was already exhausted. My job was at a halt and uni wasn't back on until mid February, so I spent a few shallow weeks at home just thinking "why am I doing this again?". It was difficult, suddenly having too much space for negative thoughts and rumination.

But it was only the start of the pandemic when my race with time has really begun. Which is ironic, because when the restrictions were first announced in my country, I really saw a lot of opportunity in them to grow for myself (and I mean this is in the least "this deadly virus is a blessing in disguise" way possible). University moving online and social gatherings being nothing short of illegal all of a sudden felt more than convenient for my social (but very luckily not health) anxiety ridden brain, and I had imagined this was going to be the most prosperous phase in my life, in terms of moving forward with my goals.

Ever since I was little, I had dreamed of becoming a musical artist. No one ever encouraged me - maybe for a good reason - and I tried to keep quiet about it as well. I was so ashamed of desiring something that was so "unlike me" according to everyone who knew me. I never had a good voice and everyone perceived me as shy, on top of being seen as more of a "STEM girl" (until I went to high school for maths and ended up not understanding any of it anymore). I'd been writing lyrics into my phone since 14 and attempting to turn them into actual songs on my laptop since 17. At 18, I even took a beginner's course in Ableton. Still, I just never felt like anything I wrote was of any worth or that I had a single ounce of talent in any part of the process. But I kept on dreaming and pushing because I thought "if I don't try, how will I know?". My work ethic was awful too, I was an inconsistent writer and an even more inconsistent producer. I never got anything finished because I got lost in the details and gave up due to my perfectionism. Plus, and this is what I perceived to be the biggest problem at the time, I could only record music at home, and my family were home all the time. Moving out, I thought I was going to prosper, then I didn't prosper for a bit, told myself it was okay because uni was making me depressed, then I continued to not prosper, told myself it was okay because I had to rest up after exams. And then it's like the universe said "Stop. You're just making excuses. Stay home and produce those songs now because there will NOT be another opportunity like this".

I put so much pressure on myself then to get stuff done. It felt like my time - all my adolescence I was looking at teenage popstars rising to fame and each year they were just getting younger and all I did was compare myself to them and worry. Worry that I was running late, that no one was going to ever care about me because I am late, but growing up I excused it every time. I was home with my family and stressed because of school all the time, duh, how could I have made good art? But right there, at the beginning of "quarantining", it was just me and my willpower. No school, no job, no impromptu social plans. And who knew how long it was going to last? Some people said only four weeks, some others said months, some the rest of the year. All I knew was I was 19, still young and practically a teenager, and I had to act. And I did. I made two of the worst songs you've heard in your life and I put them both out in the summer under my own name. Like proper released them on streaming services and all. Looking back now, holy hell, how desperate was I, posting it on my social media that people I actually knew followed? With my fear of being ridiculed? I was setting myself up for an emotional disaster. Shock horror: my songs didn't blow up (although I have had a few friends say lovely things about them, at least to me). By the time of scheduling the second one for release (mid July) I was already feeling burnt out. Yes, there was another exam season in the meantime, and the unexpectedness of the elongated pandemic has definitely been a factor as well, but generally I was just so let down by the overall underwhelming experience. I made such bad decisions - why my own full name? Why did I have to let people know and thereby handicap myself? Of course I wasn't going to promote my songs now or even speak of them positively because I feared coming off ridiculous. So I just let the whole thing pass without a sound and made myself sad. By last August, I was back to "what now?".

Needless to say, there were no festivals last summer. Festivals used to be my ultimate summer happy place and I always celebrated my birthday at a specific one (the biggest one in my city to be exact) starting with the 15th. Concerts and festivals were somehow simultaneously an adventurous escape from all my worries and the root of a lot of my confidence issues and anxiety. I dreamed of being on stage and presenting my art to the world, pouring my heart out to even just one person who will listen, the same way that I listen to my favourite artists and what they have to say. Some nights were emotional, some nights were energising, some nights were spent worrying about the people who surrounded me and some nights were just pure jealousy and feeling far away from my goals - you never knew what you were going to get at a gig. I think that overall most gigs were bittersweet experiences for me, but that's how I liked them to be. The whole point was just to feel something. But there were no festivals last year. There were concerts, though, put on by local bands, but lord do I wish there hadn't been any. I went to two of those last summer - one I went to alone and walked away feeling like shit, another I went to with my friends and felt extremely guilty and anxious about the virus after. This second one happened to be two days before my 20th birthday. I spent my birthday worried to death that I got the virus (even though numbers were extremely low at the time in my country and going to small gigs was perfectly legal and deemed not dangerous) and that I was going to infect my elderly relatives who I was going to meet with later. That didn't happen, but I haven't been to a single show since then, and it's been a year. So that's how my first non-festival birthday worked out.

Turning 20 didn't feel good and my birthday aligned with the onset of a bunch of new problems as well as old ones accelerated. I began to think deeply about everything. What was the point of anything I was doing? Was any of it going to get me anywhere? Was any of it causing me joy, even? I didn't know what to do about my musical efforts - should I keep trying to put out songs or admit defeat? I still had that creative drive in me and I worried so much about my role in the world - "I'm not a good friend, not a good girlfriend and not a good daughter, and I certainly will never become a good psychologist directly helping people with their problems. I need to give something to the world - I need to find a purpose". I didn't do stuff because I was anxious, and then I was anxious because I didn't do stuff. But I think at that point I also realised I didn't only want to succeed and produce. I also wanted to live. Having fun was missing from my life too. I rarely saw or talked to friends and my relationship wasn't going well either. Every day I tortured myself looking at other people live their lives on social media and thinking to myself I wanted what they had. I wanted to be someone. I wanted to create, to connect and to matter, but all of these things have only ever caused me anxiety in my life and I didn't know where to go from there.

With the virus getting worse again and the start of another online semester, there was one silver lining to locking myself in again though. During the pandemic, I have been playing a lot of video games, possibly even more than before. They weren't only a nice way to numb my brain and relax - no, the opposite, they were actively giving me a temporary sense of direction and progress with each gaming session. I have always loved The Sims for this reason, I had spent so many years building and perfecting my little worlds to my liking and practicing full control over my characters' lives, but this time I began to feel like it was something bigger. I discovered the Sims side of the internet, something I had not really done before, and the amount of content, help, info and Sims-related entertainment has blown me away. Whole new levels of playing have been unlocked for me and I began to dive deeper than ever. I wanted to be part of the community, so in the autumn I started streaming the game on Twitch and this time I knew better than to tell anyone I already knew about it. That didn't quite turn out as I expected, and my streamer phase was cut short in January by someone I knew from high school accidentally finding my stream. Before that, I would only get moderately anxious before streams, not worried much about what viewers were going to think of me (if they find me annoying they'll just leave and I'll never have to hear from them again), but then that unexpected turn of events ruined everything in my head. All my confidence I had built up was suddenly gone. I never streamed again after that. It wasn't really for me anyway, I told myself.

Instead, insistent on further pursuing the only thing that was giving me joy at the time, I started my YouTube channel initially uploading Sims tutorials, because I thought I had useful stuff to show people that has a greater chance of making someone happy than just watching me try to put together a sentence for 5 minutes straight while my Sims struggle to get in the shower by themselves. And much to my surprise, it was gaining decent traction, although I put a lot of it down to luck even today. But either way, it's been growing more or less consistently ever since, and beginning of the summer I stopped to think "could I not just be doing this for a living now?". "Could this be my new creative ambition?". As much as I would have liked to say yes based on my progress and how I managed to earn the same amount I would have earned in a month at my part-time retail job (we're talking Eastern European sums kids!), it wasn't that simple. Thoughts around this have of course been puzzling me for months now. I like to think of myself as a natural talker, just because I am anxious I am NOT quiet or shy. I can even make small talk very well, it's just that because I'm mortified by the possibility of an awkward silence I tend to avoid situations where it might be required. And I talk to myself all the time. So on paper, talking to a camera should not be an issue. And yet every time I record a video I feel my soul being sucked out of my body because I need to make sure I say every sentence correctly and that ends up in draining 4 hour recording sessions. Editing videos, on the other hand, is a rewarding process, a kind of flow-experience I have not really known before, though extremely long and usually detrimental to my sleep schedule (which is far from being rosy by default). Maybe I just put too much effort into everything, but it really makes you question - is it worth it? Can I really be doing this on the long run without destroying myself? And will I ever get used to the social interactions that come with it?

It's weird, suddenly getting recognition for something, people giving me positive feedback on the daily. This certainly happened more suddenly than I thought it would and I don't think I was prepared. Naturally, people taking the effort to leave me nice comments and messages makes me want to reply, appreciate their kindness and return the favour but the trinity of little demons inside me - social anxiety, impostor syndrome and a chronically low self-esteem - makes this a difficult task to complete. To combat the overwhelming weight of responsibility that comes with making sure I appreciate everyone who appreciates me enough, as well as to shut out the fear that what I have now can be taken away from me any second, I have built up a mental wall between me and my relative success. This wasn't a conscious choice, it's just the way my brain has started dealing with this new situation. I do not allow myself to internalise the rewards of what I work so hard for and that contributes to why, when I look back on 2021 so far, all I see is depression despite having "gotten what I wanted". My YouTube channel has been the only thing bringing hope and the only thing I've got going for me and yet I am incapable of embracing it.

The past one year has been enlightening. It has enlightened me that there must be something deeply wrong with me because I have not been able to enjoy life even at times I had all the reasons to. The times I am capable of letting go and feeling happy for short periods come exactly based on that - short periods. I'm drifting into states of bliss only when I know the situation is temporary and doesn't come with commitment and responsibility. Some of these moments of calmness come to me while walking to the store by myself after dark, getting invested in my video games, meeting up with my friends for an evening every once in a while and writing a therapeutic song just for myself using the simplest chords on the piano. The feeling usually doesn't last and disappears at the first attempt to get back to any kind of organised schedule (that attempt on most days is the simple act of trying to force myself to go to bed). Isn't that ironic? I wanted purpose. I wanted to get it together. And yet... every day is a struggle. I know now, I am the problem. Whether it's a chemical imbalance or another anomaly in my brain or my own fault somehow, it's not my circumstances, it's me. I wanted to be free and to make my life my own, and now I just can't. Every day I worry about running out of time, rapidly approaching death and not being able to say that I have lived. This is why turning 21 fills me with so much panic. I am no longer a child and I'll never be again, although I wouldn't even like to be. I just can't help thinking that I wasted so many opportunities to enjoy myself and to push for my goals. But it's gone now and there's no point regretting how I used to think about life back then. If I look back on my life so far I see a lot of stuff that happened that made half of my brain temporarily happy, but the other half was always filled with anxiety, anticipation to get out or dissatisfaction. It was just never fully right and I keep hoping that there will come a time when it will feel fully right. Before turning 19, I thought independence was going to give me that. Now at 21, I'm not quite sure there's anything that's going to give me that if I don't also start to work through every single one of my issues (although part of me still likes to cling onto the idea that once I'm done with my first and last degree, a lot of underlying stress and guilt will be taken off my shoulders and I'll see everything in a different light). So for a start, I just finally signed up for psychological counselling. I don't know if it will help but it's something and I've done it for myself. I need to do more for myself.

There is so much more I could talk about. Like the pandemic, how I've turned into a hermit, my relationship, struggling to be honest with myself and slowly losing touch with my all time number one passion because of it. I could talk about how I know that society has been deliberately making us (especially women) feel scared of aging and yet I still file it under personal issues, how I've been trying to fix my sleep schedule for a year and a half straight now, the guilt I feel from my family and friends all the time, my inability to concentrate and how I fall into despair concerning the future and present of humanity every time I read the news and people's opinions on social media. I could talk about how I want to cry every time I see a picture of somewhere beautiful in the world - a street in Japan, a lake in the Alps or the trees in the Mediterranean - because I feel a longing that is almost nostalgic for places I've never even visited. There is always so much to still be told to complete the story, but why do I want people I'll never fully know to understand me that well? I need to let go of compulsions like these.

Deep down I just hope that I'm not the only one terrified of growing old.

#21 #happy birthday to me #long story long #welcome to my brain #aging #depression #anxiety #growing up #growing old #young adulthood

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twilightvolt · 4 years ago

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Well....that was one way to start a new decade, i guess. > >’

Ok, from the death and destruction to the quarantine caused by viral disease to large parts of the world literally going up in flames, this year was like an ominous beginning that revealed the true ugly colors of everyone around us.

But there’s something telling me that that was just the universe releasing all of it’s built up rage from the last decade, so to think on the bright side, the only way to go is up now, right?

Regardless, pushing all the crap that happened this year aside, this feels like one of my best years yet in terms of art. i don’t think there’s any wedge of this clock that i wasn’t completely satisfied with and i had a TON of tough decisions on what to put in said wedges cuz i just luved almost everything i’ve created this year.

If you’re up to it, i’ll have my usual month to month reflection under the cutoff, but if you’re not, i hope to keep giving y’all even better art next year! ^ ^

So without further ado, let’s review!

January: ~ Days ~

Runner up: Team Solar Rises Again! (drawing in celebration of PMD finally returning with a remake of the first game)

Kicking off right where 2019 left off, i was hot on the heels of my Beastars phase, still cranking out countless drawings and doodles, mostly featuring Legoshi, and even hanging around the Beastars Amino and making some new friends there. this piece in particular i think encapsulates what i was mostly doing at the time, making up stories and stuff within canon to give myself more wolf boi content. which is something that i rarely do normally since i’ve mostly just done OC related writing before this.

February: - Sk8ter Wolf -

Runner up: Re:Hukaro (That thing i drew for Moon)

Ahh yes, the day i peaked with punk rock energy and created something in a highschool notebook sketch style. ngl, with the release of Beastars’ english dub on the way and the fandom quickly growing, i felt like i was on fire with the amount of stuff i was drawing. i felt so inspired and things can’t possibly go bad.

Or can it?

March: We Can Be Heroes

Runner up: One More Day, Emo Bird Boi Sketchies

Ahh yes, the month the worldwide quarantine started because they discovered the virus around this time. from this point onward, time pretty much meant absolutely nothing since i was stuck indoors for a majority of the year, only going out if i had to. on top of that, i tried a little attempt at a fandub and got picked on immediately by yahoos on Youtube. it...wasn’t fun.

I tried doing a little challenge i made up called Animarch where i drew a drawing representing anime i liked every day, but i only got about 5 days in i think? ehh, whatever. i did try, so that means something. lol

April: - ANOTHER SIDE -

Runner up: BEAST CROSSING ~Legoshi & Raymond

This was pretty much the final month i drew anything Beastars related as i slowly started shifting back to Pokemon due to the wait for season 2. but not before getting the new Animal Crossing and drawing a thing with Raymond and Legoshi that would blow up with hundreds of notes and interactions across every platform i posted it on. lmao

Regardless, i feel like Another Side was a perfect way to end that phase of my art journey. it’s like a nice finale to a long string of ideas that i will totally return to once season 2 drops next year.

May: - KOUJI -

Runner up: Fashion (that sketch of Alex and Jet in casual clothing)

What happened this month again? oh right, i went back to Digimon for a hot minute cuz i continued playing the copy of Cyber Sleuth Complete that i won from a giveaway on Twitter and created Alex and Jet, my latest Tamer and her Hawkmon partner. i should really do some more stuff with them.

ANYWAY,

June: - DOUBLE TROUBLE -

Runner up: “No Time to Waste! HENSHIN!” (AF attack against IonicIsaac on Twitter), Cafe Mix ~Ace, Yagami, Lance and Seliph

Art Fight. third year. and this time i kicked things up a notch and beat my old record from last year!...after uhh....cramming in 8 attacks at the very last night and totally going insane from the amount of sleep i lost. ^ ^’

But trust me when i say i will NOT do that again next year, i swear.

July: Squad Up

Runner up: Comin’ Out to Stun (Jet the Hawk sketches)

So after playing and beating PMDX, i started fleshing out Lance and Selpih’s characters and made more art and stories surrounding them and the rest of the team. one of those being a drawing for Mystery Dungeon Day, which happens the day after Odaiba Day. which is in August. why did i put this down for July then? some questions just don’t need to be answered.

August: - TOGETHER -

Runner up: In the Storm

You can tell by now just how uneventful life was this year cuz i have literally nothing else to talk about other than the art parts. no life issues, no big adventures like moving or something. just....indoor stuff.

It’s...kinda sad, now that i think about it. but hey, at least i was making the most of my time, trying new things and getting around a bit more.

September: Small World

Runner up: Rescue Together, PMD Forever!, Midnight Adventuring, Down Time

So this year, i turned 21, which a lotta people say is important. not really, if you can’t do much i guess. though, i did crank out a ton of art i’m super satisfied with as you can see by how hard it was to frickin’ pick one to use for this month’s wedge on the clock.

October: Feathers of the Shadows

Runner up: PAPERMOON - Final Mix - (not picked because it’s a touch up of an older drawing)

Hoo boi, this month was crazy. cuz i drew a whole lotta e d g e .....and a whole lotta Murkrow. lol

It was fun letting my inner edgelord out this month. even if nothing really significant happened in reality.

November: ~ One More Game ~

Runner up: UPokerap Project: Frogadier, - LEAF STORM -

This month....was actually kinda rough. it was basically me falling into a depressive episode after a scare at the dentist made me worry about my self image and insecurities again. but this time it really hit me just how much permanent damage i’ve done to myself in that aspect of my appearance. i know i shouldn’t worry so much, but it’s not great when people tell you to smile when the most i can do is grin since i’m just so....unhappy with my teeth.

But then around the end of the month, i stumbled upon a Pokemon themed Discord server with people that made me feel....not as alone as i suddenly felt i was. which i’m glad i could meet them even after only knowing them for a month now. if they’re reading this, i hope you know i’m thankful for raising my spirits when there’s still things i just can’t do due to financial issues.

December: Colors of the Heart + Happy Holidays! ~Grovyle ver.

Runner up: ~ After the Battle ~ (the two part KHII anniversary drawing), - XIII -, Sketchmon: Buizel

And now this month. on top of my insecurities, i’ve now been struggling with my frustration with not being noticed as much as i should, watching as some people quickly climb up in following when i’m going much slower. honestly, i feel like the months when everything started lightening up for the world....was when things started falling apart for me. yeah, i know. pretty depressing way to end, huh? i hit 300 before the year ended thanks to the support from my new friends though, so i’m actually pretty happy.

But that doesn’t mean i’m not still scared of the future. i mean i have my teeth to worry about and also my wisdom teeth are coming in. so next few months...might be kinda rough.

Though, that’s not to say i didn’t soldier through it. this month i pushed myself, plowed through as many commissions as i could get to raise money for my new computer and made some of the best drawings that to me, feel like a great accomplishment. even if a couple of them weren’t as grandiose as some of my previous work. it was a big step forward for me as an artist. at least in my eyes.

And i have a feeling....that it can only get better from here.

#digital art #art meme #summary of art #2020 summary of art #rambles

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hazzabeeforlou · 5 years ago

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On the eve of HS2, I felt I needed to reflect and write a diary entry of sorts, an ode to where I was and where I am now, a musing on how HS1 ushered in a whole new world for me. This is long and more personal than anything I’ve previously shared, but in honor of vulnerability and maybe helping someone else who’s struggling... here it is.

The most exposure 2015 me had to pop music was occasionally listening to ‘hits’ radio. My old art teacher in high school had blasted the classics of the 60s and 70s daily, so I knew those, albeit not the names, but the music, the style, the melodic tropes and such. 2015 me didn’t have much time for pop music. I was getting a fancy degree in classical music from one of the best conservatories in the world, and I’d made it there after four years with a highly abusive teacher in undergrad who gave me horrible anxiety; by the end, whenever she would walk into a room, I would get chills and start shaking. She delighted in lying to me, in calling me out in front of my peers. Worse, I was arguably her highest-achieving student. The day I got into Juilliard she took me for “tea” to celebrate, where she proceeded to spend the whole time telling me how she had made this happen, how her connections got me to NY, how I should be grateful.

Entering the world of NYC and Juilliard I was an awestruck, anxious mess. Everything moved too fast, the school was overwhelming, my studio mates were famous already, some of them having won world-famous competitions and been on the cover of magazines. I was in the elite place, a place my working class roots had never prepared me for. My dad was a millwright. He went to work every day in steel-toed boots and overalls and often returned so filthy mom wouldn’t let him wash his clothes in the household washing machine. But I was nothing if not adaptable, and grateful, and charming, and I did my best. I worked hard. But my health kept deteriorating.

All through undergrad I’d been feeling progressively worse. I had horrible acne that I presumed was caused by stress, as I’d never suffered with it in high school. I was already an introvert, but body insecurity led me to hardly ever socialize. I would spent hours getting ready for things, never willing to show my bare face. But that wasn’t the worst; I’d developed what I now understand was an eating disorder, because no matter how much I exercised or dieted, I kept gaining weight, or rather, I lost all my baby fat but remained the same scale number. I kept telling my mother I was fat. I didn’t tell her that I hated the wind, that I hated running, because it made my stomach protrude and the whole world could see the extra pounds I carried. I never made an appointment with an OBGYN because I didn’t date much less have sex, and my mother had told me, well you don’t ever need to be seen until you do. I came to NYC well versed in wearing baggy sweaters and scarfs that hid my form. And for two years, as my breathing got worse and worse, as my energy levels dropped, as my skin hurt and itched, I pushed forwards. I remember practicing one day and my eyes going black. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe.

It was getting into an international competition that saved me. I got the news in early May of 2016; I jumped around my room and I started coughing, and the next day a hernia appeared above my belly button. I was only slightly worried, but I went to see the Juilliard doctor. She asked if I’d gained weight, she said even a couple pounds could do it. I was, as always, ashamed, red faced, embarrassed as she prodded around on my torso.

She said I’d need surgery. So I scheduled it in NYC for two days after my graduation. I played my recital, but with a binder around my abdomen. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t remember my memorized music. I nearly passed out. I stumbled on the sidewalk afterwards.

When I woke from the surgery I was in blinding pain, teeth chattering uncontrollably, in shock. I couldn't open my eyes, and every breath felt like knives slicing into my chest. I heard the nurses say, “We’ve given you three IVs of Percocet, do you want us to give you a forth?” I said no, thinking, ‘what if I die from an overdose?’ After two hours my mother came in search of me. It was supposed to be a day surgery. She demanded morphine. They sent me home on it, but two days later I’d thrown up twice and was back in the ER. A CT showed I had an ovarian cyst. The doctor said to me, “It’s 28 inches. It’s the size of a dinner plate.” I didn’t understand. They rushed me back for another surgery, and asked me to sign a paper saying I wouldn’t hold them responsible if I ended up paralyzed. I signed it. I joked with the nurses before they put me under. I was shaking with pain. I thought, if this is the end, I’ve had a good life. I’ll be with my doggy, my baby puppy. I’ve graduated from my dream school. I’ve gotten into an elite international competition. I’ll go out at the top of my game. It’s okay.

But then I woke up. Over the next year, I would wish countless times that I hadn’t. I could barely walk. I couldn’t lift things like a fork, or my computer. I couldn’t shower or cough or even shit. I couldn’t practice or sit upright for more than fifteen minutes. Pain became a constant. I started to wake up with night sweats, my forehead creased in subconscious pain. I would jump at every loud noise, my heart lurching like a ruined engine, and I couldn’t remember names of flowers. I fell into a massive depression over the next few months, made worse by the 2016 election; because of my infirmity I had moved back home with my Trump-voting parents. The bravest thing I did that fall was ‘come out’ as a liberal on Facebook. My parents pretended not to notice when I stayed up late that cold November night, huddled with a blanket on the couch, crying my eyes out.

The Christmas 2016 season is a blur. I know I half lived in memories, half in grief, but all in self-pitying misery. I remember reading a passing article about Jay, not knowing who it was, and I remember adding a lost mother to the list of things I cried about. How could the world be so cruel, so unfair? My days were filled with PT and sleep, immobility and exhaustion, and questions, questions like if I can’t do what I love, what I’ve spent years training for, what’s the point? What does it mean to be an artist when you can’t do your art? What is left of me that matters? Is the future only more pain? It would have been better to have died. It would have been better to have died.

Up until this point I had been unlucky in love. I could never find men attractive, though many friends pressured me to try, which of course had led to not good things. I’d been confronted a couple times about maybe being gay, but I’d shot this down immediately, my face bright red, my heart pounding. No, that’s not it, I’m just picky. Two girls in grad school had flirted with me; I’d accidentally gone on a date with one. I’d felt deeply, gut-wrenchingly uncomfortable about her. But how could I ever unpack all of that when just coming out as a liberal had given me anxiety for days...

The new year came and I had nothing to look forward to. I could see no happy future. I wasn’t really in my right mind. I would escape as best I could, perhaps in masochistic ways; I’d watch SNL for humorous liberal comfort, and Colbert to feel some spark of angry solidarity. And that’s how I stumbled on Harry. He got me with his puns, because I love those. For the first time in months, I was giggling about something, this charming boy with curls and dimples who had replaced the scream-speech of James Cordon. For once I didn’t turn the tv off after Colbert.

I began listening to Harry’s songs. As I had no reference for contemporary pop music, his old school rock album was familiar to me in a comforting way. I knew these sounds, these tropes, and yet they didn’t feel stale to me, they spoke to something I was feeling in the present. Because the album, in essence, was about pain, wasn’t it? Pain and escaping it. The lies we tell to survive, the dreams we cling to for hope, the drugs we use to forget. I’d never bought a pop album before, Harry was my first, and I listened to it for hours every day.

HS1 seeped into my blood, but I’d been on a hopeless, aimless track for so long that the railway tie hadn’t yet switched. One warm, sunny spring day I wrote a note, filled a bag with rocks, and walked to the old bike trail, out past the freeway, into the marshes and pools of abandoned swampy wasteland. FTDT played in my head on a loop as I walked, as my brain hummed with the equation of worth. Was it worth it to stay alive?

Yes. I threw the rocks. I threw them as far as my fragile arms would allow, and they splashed into the murky water. And I turned around and called my mom to come get me. Harry had made something that was beautiful, that was touching, that was real. And if he could... then maybe I could too. Maybe I didn’t have to be just what I’d been before. Maybe I could try creating other things; maybe I could make art that, like Harry’s music, made other people feel less alone.

There was something magical about that album. Not freedom, per se, but the promise of it, a glimpse of truth that kept me hanging on.

I began writing poems again, songs. I got into an orchestra program, I healed month by month, I started carrying crystals, I found this crazy fandom and, little by little, grew to understand that my yearning upon looking at baby larry videos was really a cry of sameness that I had never before understood. After the Pulse shooting, during my horrible homebound year, I’d watched Lin-Manuel Miranda give his love is love is love speech, and I’d burst into tears. And I’d not known why. Now I began to realize. I remember the first tentative anon I sent to Phoenix @alienfuckeronmain asking if maybe I was... bi? I remember anxiously awaiting her answer, as if I needed an invitation to join the community, to be valid, to have this not just be a crazy swelling of hope in my chest. She replied while I was wandering through a corn maze in the frigidness of October. The next day I walked into rehearsal and I felt free, free of the way boys looked at me, free of being FOR them, and I’d never felt so... alive. Coincidentally I met my ex girlfriend that day too.

Through Harry I found this fandom, and Louis. Louis, who has spoken to me on levels I cannot even express, whose class and political and emotional intelligence have challenged me to stand up for things I never thought I could. For me these last few years have felt like a journey WITH Harry. As he started waving them, I started wearing rainbows, just subtly. A knit scarf, a postcard, a bag. I started writing fic, the most healing thing I’ve ever done. I learned to create art away from the singular thing I’d been trained to dump my all into, and I learned that I have so much more to offer, even if chronic pain will follow me in some way or another for the rest of my life.

I’m so thankful to Harry for taking me on this adventure with him; I don’t know if I’d have ever taken that first step by myself. It was like he held my hand through it all, like this fandom held my hand through it all. Like by being himself, Harry helped me be brave enough to evolve too.

Through the catalyst of Harry’s art I’ve experienced more happiness than I’d have ever imagined. I cannot wait to go on this next journey, a second album, and reflect on just how far we’ve both come.

#mine #personal #tw suicide #tw disordered eating

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thelazywitchgirl · 4 years ago

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TW: depression, suicide, self harm

It never really goes away. Thats something I had to acknowledge when I realized how severe my depression really is. When I moved at the end of my 7th grade year, my depression hit really hard. It was the longest I had lived anywhere, and I met a ton of friends, now I was just leaving them? It tore me apart. I was already getting therapy, and had been since i was 6, but at the time I didn't want help. I failed most of my classes my 8th grade year. It got worse.

I entered hs, and while nothing noteworthy happened, I felt like shit. All the time. I was on anti-depressants that made my head feel foggy and my body heavy. I had no motivation. I finally had enough near the end of the year, and took too many of the pills. It didn't kill me.

Sophmore year, while I was still at my first hs, I went a total of 3 weeks. I skipped classes and sat in a cafe for hours until it was time for school to get out. I lied about skipping classes.

I knew my parents would hate me for it. Lying made me feel worse.

I'd scratch my arms til they bled. Then scratch the scabs so they never healed. I tore up my legs. I didn't care enough to look across the street before bolting across, wishing to be hit by a distracted driver.

I changed schools. Life went a little better. I made new friends, but I was new. Everything I did was cautious. I didn't want to loose friends. I got more comfortable.

2016. I got a bad chemical burn+ allergic reaction on my face on my birthday. I laid in bed all day thinking about how best to kill myself because nobody cared enough to say happy birthday to me in my home. I checked Facebook. I saw that 3 people had wished me a happy birthday. I cried.

A few months later my mom left my abusive dad. Who then focused the abuse on me and my siblings. I had to stay strong for them. So I wasn't going to kill myself yet. Just until we were in a better place.

I suffer, but im surviving. November comes. I go to church. At the end of the service, we are told that one of my close friends killed herself 2 nights earlier. I find her sister and hug her.

I couldn't do that to my family i thought to myself. I decided to never try to kill myself again.

I failed. My dad got remarried and we were still living with him. I was back on anti-depressants. Somebody had sleeping pills. I couldn't handle it anymore. I snapped and took many of both. I fell asleep not expecting to wake up.

I did. My alarm was loud enough to jolt me. I thought about my friend. I miss her, and i still think about her. I get up to go to school but not before vomiting whatever was left of the pills up. I didn't sleep much.

I over dose on my anti-depressants again and am shaky all day. I know I look sick now. And I am.

My dad kicks me out. I'm harrassed by people for weeks because of it. But I don't want to die. I stood up for myself. And my siblings. If getting out of that house was going to take us to a better place, so be it.

My ex and I break up. It hurt. But now we realized we're better as friends. I started dating my current boyfriend. Life feels better.

I still crash to some low places. Less often than I did. I'm in a much healthier place in my life now, but I still have these thoughts. I still feel like shit a lot of the time. But I've learned how to keep those thoughts at bay.

Sometimes though, they're too loud. And I give in. But thats okay. I know i will always have these thoughts. And I know that I can never be completely fine because of it. Thats fine. I don't want to kill myself most days. And thats enough. I have people that love me. I know that. And I know when I hit these low places, that they won't let me fall.

It doesn't mean it's not difficult. I always feel like I'm working thousands of times harder than everybody else to get through my day. But im still here. I'm still alive. I haven't killed myself yet.

If i have these thoughts, that's okay. If I feel like shit, that's okay. Same for all of you out there who are struggling. Its okay to not like being alive right now. But stay alive.

Stay alive for the next season of a show you like. Stay alive for your dog or cat or frog, and whatever else people keep as pets. Stay alive for yourself if you feel like it. Stay alive to continue your art. Stay alive so you can vibe to good music. Shit sucks.

Even if you feel like you can't make your life better, know that I, at the very least am happy you are in this world. If you, any of you for real, are struggling and feel like you can't talk to anybody, I'm here. If you have questions or just need a friend, I'm here for all of you.

I'm happy we're alive. ❤

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 5 years ago

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A Taste Of Christmas, 1/6

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 1/6.

Pairings: Metacrisis Nine x Rose.

A/N: Sequel for The Summertime Of Our Lives. Written for doctorroseprompts' fall fic bingo and ficmas challenge. Fall fic bingo: Mist, Jumper, Spice, Gold, Paint and Cider. Ficmas challenge: Workshop (D1), Tinsel (D2), Cider (D3), Tree (D4), Ugly Sweater (D8). Tagging @thebookster on her demand.

“Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home.” - Carol Nelson.

CHAPTER 1:

Rose was an artist. The Doctor had always known it. One day, she had forgotten her sketchbook on the pilot seat and he had flipped through it while she was asleep in her room, somewhere in the TARDIS. There were several drawings inside, drawings of him, drawings of her, drawings of them. She had spent a lot of time studying him, studying his faces, studying his bodies and his every gesture and she had drawn it all in her sketchbook. He had kept a page, had taped it on the wall of his bedroom in the TARDIS. The other hm was probably looking at it every time he was getting in his room. Or had he forgotten about her? Was he refusing to even think about her now that they were forever separated? That was what he would have done. Rose Tyler had brought him back to life when he only aspired to die and fate – with the faces of Daleks and Cybermen and new Doctor – had ripped her away from him. And it had reunited them in the most unexpected way years later. Their story was art too. He was a broken person. He was broken in so many pieces that sticking them back together to recreate the man he had once been before the war was impossible. Yet, the brave and compassionate Rose Tyler had taken the pieces she could find and had assembled them together. Instead of trying to reproduce something she had never known, she created a new version of him and added colours to his dull dark world. She was done just in time for him to regenerate into this pretty boy who forgot how to take care of her or how to cherish her. This time, she had been the one who was shattered beyond repairs and no one was there to help her. Her family had let her down slowly. They had thought that as a responsible adult, she could handle the situation and she had thought so too. Working on finding him – the other version of him – had kept her busy but the many failures had weakened the already fragile shell she had built around herself. She hadn’t given up on art as he found out after his arrival in this universe. Her flat had a couple of frames on the wall from artists that never made it in in their original universe and there was one of hers. An original production called “Night sky from Barcelona”. He had never taken her there with this face. The pretty boy did. Yet, it wasn’t him standing next to her under the starry sky. It was him with his leather jacket and short-cropped hair. It was his back and it was his hand holding hers. All this time she had been wanting him back. The broken, brooding soldier. It had taken him some time to accept this truth but the events of last summer had convinced him of it. It had been a long path. Now they were as happy as they could be. Which wasn’t an easy task when you had Jackie Tyler as stepmother. When she had found out about their matching tattoos and the meaning behind, she had completely lost her mind. He had never been so insulted and slapped in all his life. They had settled down in Broadchurch. After the end of the summer, they had gone back to London and the Doctor had soon dived back into his old quirks: pacing around the house, refusing to eat, depressing, stressing and having troubles to sleep. The town was having a terrible effect on him because of everything that had happened there in their original universe and for Rose, it was obvious that they couldn’t live in London anymore. It hadn’t been long to find a house thanks to their new friends – mostly Ellie Miller – help. Before the end of October, they were settled down in their new and cosy place in the heights of Broadchurch with a nice viewpoint on the cliffs and the sea. That had been an important point for the Doctor: having a viewpoint on the infinity of the world. This was reassuring him. The world was bigger on the outside. During all November, Rose had watched him as he sat in front of the large patio door and observed the waves crashing on the shore. As it was getting deeper into the autumn season, it would get darker earlier and mist would cover the land plunging the land in the creepy atmosphere of horror movies. Rose never got the right to go out when it was dark and misty. At least, she couldn’t go alone. He was insisting on going with her. She had proven her bravery and her fearless attitude by traveling by his side, by working with Torchwood to get back to him but he was firm in his decision to accompany her out whenever the mist was spreading. She had missed this overprotective side of his when he changed and even as a former kid from the Estates who had grown in a strong and independent woman, she liked this particularity of his. She had stopped working for Torchwood shortly after their summer vacations. The Doctor still didn’t what was the reason behind such a mystery around the agency. He wanted to nose around, to find out what was so wrong with them and he actually was doing it behind Rose’s back. The only fact that they had led experiences on her convinced him that they were doing wrong and had to be stopped. Obviously, this wasn’t without danger and it was harder to operate without access, without a TARDIS, without a trustworthy companion. Rose would lecture him if she was told what he was doing and he knew no one else that could travel and work with the way he used to be working with her. He doubted he would have taken any other companion on board if Rose had still been around. She was the best. As were Jack, Martha and Donna. But Rose was Rose. His Rose had given up on her job for him. She was unemployed because of him. Broadchurch was a small town and it was hard to find a proper job. She tried the police, the Broadchurch Echo, the schools – Torchwood had had the advantage to have trained and given her the proper diplomas – and every little job she could find in the classified ads but she never got anything. He had suggested her to try and make a living of her art. From them on, he had sort of lost her. Together, they had sacrificed a large room of their house and turned it into a workshop where she could unleash her creativity. It was already filled with loads of artistic materials he didn’t even know they had. Now, she was spending all her time in this room while he got lost in his thoughts in front of the patio door. Not a normal relationship, but they were far from normal. Today, he wasn’t in the living room. He was in the kitchen. Rose hadn’t checked on him in a while, and neither had he gone to check on her. He was concocting spiced cider from a recipe he had found in a local magazine. From the tiny drops he had licked on his fingers, it didn’t taste bad. It even sounded really good. Why had he never tested the whole cooking world before? Domestics. He was refusing the domestics he was now doing. Also, he had had other preoccupations in mind back then. But the pretty boy’s eccentricity and Donna’s seek for a family were running in his veins now. Admitting his feelings for Rose was an opening on this life and he honestly didn’t regret it. He was living the life he thought he would never have with the woman he thought would never love him and he couldn’t happier than that. The Doctor added the final touch to his drink and poured some in two glasses he took to Rose’s workshop. He knocked on the door. Got no answer. Rose surely was working with her Pods on. In this world, there weren’t such things as headphones. They were selling small round devices you were placing behind your ears. They were analysing your musical tastes from the information given by your brain and creating a whole playlist according to them, to your mood, to your current activity. It was totally obliterating the world around you and you could hear the music straight in your head. Great technology, but it also was increasing the percentage of unsolved crimes. With people being deaf to their surroundings, it was easier to rob, destroy and kill without being heard. It was also easier to get hit by a vehicle in the streets. Thankfully, Rose was using them when she was in her workshop and only when he was home. Opening the door confirmed what he thought: Rose had her back on him and soft green dot was blinking behind her ears. The room was a real mess. There was a tarpaulin covered with paint stains of all colours on the ground; on the wall on his left, there were empty and unused frames, blank and used canvas of all sizes. On the wall facing the door, there was a long table – actually the table was composed of planks on trestles – that was weighting down under the numerous and various art supplies. Boxes with their contents written in large black letters were stacked under the makeshift table. The third wall of the room was taken by easels and other boxes. Rose wasn’t only painting. She was doing all sorts of art including manual works. This explained the different materials lying around the floor, the glue gun in her hand, the brush and pen stuck on her ears. She had an old apron tied around her waist. An apron that had definitely seen better days and many artworks. He put the glass of warm spiced cider on the free and safe area of the table. Rose hadn’t seen or heard him coming. The sudden move beside her and the hand appearing next to her caused her to start and she was gonna attack when she realised it was him. She slapped his shoulder and switched off her Pods. He just smiled at her messy bun, at the paint on her face, at the unfinished work before her. “You scared the shit out of me, you idiot!” “Oi! I have nothing of an idiot!” “My clever idiot.” “Take that back.” “My handsome clever idiot.” “This won’t work.” The Doctor was playing offended but Rose’s messy look and the golden flakes spread all over her hair, cheeks and hands were quite funny. It reminded him of the golden light surrounding her, burning in her eyes, when she came back for him that day. A terrible, terrible day. His fingers brushed over her face, wiping away the flakes stuck on her cheek. He was always having nightmares of that day. He remembered all too ell the molten lava when he absorbed the Vortex that he was killing her, the cells of his body dying one after another, slipping into another skin and losing everything and everyone he loved, watching through new eyes what he could have lived, watch his new self screw up everything with Rose, the rage and pain of losing her and moving on, the joy and fear to be born again, the rejection and terror of a new limited human life, the doubts eating him out and the dread of losing Rose or himself one day. Her hands found his face. She cupped his cheeks, spreading flakes on his skin, rubbed her nose against his softly. She had sensed his change of mood. She had seen it in his eyes. His memories had come to bother him when they were playfully arguing. She didn’t know the cause of this sudden mood swing, and she didn’t care at the moment. She just wanted him back. “The golden flakes suit you well,” she joked. She rubbed her hands on his face and ran her fingers through his hair to share her flakes with him. Of course this wasn’t gonna please him. He was no man to go around with golden flakes everywhere. He had a bit of an ego and was quite a macho man. He did nothing that could make people question his masculinity. Even if the concept of masculinity and femininity were slightly different in this universe. After over 900 years of living by the same rules and concepts, it was hard to let go of them. “You know what would be great?” She let go of him and rummaged through the many boxes stacked under the table. A couple of them had the mention ‘Christmas’ on it and that’s naturally where she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a blue tinsel and wrapped it around his head like a crown. “Oh, what about a jumper too?” “Blue to go with my eyes?” “If you want. As long as it’s one of those ugly Christmas sweaters.” “No way. Don’t wanna be ridiculous, me.” “Though you feel ridiculous already.” “Maybe.” “How do you feel with that tinsel on your head?” “Like your human Christmas tree. And according to this beautiful wooden Advent calendar, I suppose you miss the holiday.” “This is stupid.” Rose humphed and hit the table with her fist. She caught the glass of cider before it spilled on her work. That was the first time she noticed it. The Doctor had one in his hands too. She took a sip. Took another. Licked her lips. That tasted amazing. She had been too young and too busy to have some in her original universe and this one had a very different way to celebrate the cold season…

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itcameuponamidnightqueer · 5 years ago

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a happier 2019 wrap-up

every year for new year’s, my mom gets everyone one-a-day calendars tailored to their interests. for 2020, she got me a calendar of funny/stupid answers people have written on tests.

but for 2019, she gave me a calendar with a different trivia question every day. i had two rules for this calendar: 1) i had to write down an answer for each question, even if what i wrote down was the dumbest shit in the world, and 2) i wasn’t allowed to look at the answer until the day after.

i saved up all of the ones that i got right bc i like to quantify things, so if nothing else, i know 93 things—

january 18: many musicians have recorded and performed the song “hallelujah.” who wrote it?

january 29: thurl ravenscroft was an accomplished voice actor who sang “you’re a mean one, mr. grinch.” however, ravenscroft was best known for voicing which TV commercial icon?

february 7: who was the first african american appointed to the US supreme court?

february 12: mount rushmore features the giant carved faces of george washington, abraham lincoln, thomas jefferson, and which other US president?

february 13: what is ninjitsu?

february 26: mae c. jemison went into space in 1992 aboard the endeavor, earning her what distinction?

february 27: who wrote and first recorded the song “big yellow taxi”?

march 2: what is the longest running show in broadway history?

march 5: what is the largest library in the world?

march 8: what two novels did the lesser-known brontë sister, anne, write?

march 12: which reptile can breathe through its rear end?

march 16: the winner of best picture at the 2017 oscars was moonlight—but, in an historic mix-up, the announcers initially declared which other nominee to be the winner?

march 21: which is the smallest planet in our solar system?

march 22: why is a pound cake called a pound cake?

march 23: the hit musical wicked is based on a 1995 novel by which author?

march 24: billy eichner, comedian and host of billy on the street, once had a role on which beloved NBC sitcom?

march 27: name the star who plays offred in the hulu series the handmaid’s tale?

april 6: the 2015 song “fourfiveseconds” was a collaboration between rihanna, kanye west, and which other legendary musician?

april 8: why do apples turn brown when sliced?

april 16: what is a pooh-bah?

april 19: what is the belgian town of duffel’s claim to fame?

april 29: what ancient babylonian king created a compendium of 282 laws to guide society in 18th century BCE?

may 2: what is the name for the condition in which a dog’s feet smell like corn chips?

may 5: in mary shelley’s frankenstein, which character is named frankenstein?

may 7: name the australian pop star whose debut studio album blue neighborhood included hits “youth” and “wild”.

may 10: which superhero did british actor benedict cumberbatch play in a 2016 film?

may 16: which american film tradition began this day in 1929?

may 17: in science, what does “triple point” refer to?

may 26: what function do cats’ whiskers serve?

may 27: where is the tomb of the unknown soldier located?

june 1: which cult classic film popularized the red swingline stapler?

june 3: who is barbie (the doll) named after?

june 4: eid al-fitr is an annual muslim festival that marks the end of what?

june 10: which actor was offered a role on the o.c. but turned it down for a role on one tree hill?

june 11: the sport that americans call soccer is known as football in many other countries. where did the term “soccer” originate?

june 17: there is a species of horsefly known as bootylicious. which celebrity inspired the nickname?

june 18: the amc series the walking dead is based on a series of comic books penned by which accomplished writer?

june 24: which actress played wonder woman in the 2017 film of the same name?

june 27: what makes chili peppers hot?

june 28: which architectural engineering feat allowed the ancient incans to cross canyons and rivers with ease?

june 29: the word “scuba” is an acronym. what does it stand for?

july 3: who is the bestselling fiction writer ever?

july 5: which animated film was the first to be nominated for best picture at the oscars?

july 9: which item did women living in the dust bowl during the great depression commonly fashion into clothing?

july 16: in nintendo’s mario video games, the nefarious wario is mario’s foil. who is luigi’s foil and archrival?

july 18: pop stars taylor swift and zayn malik teamed up to record the song “i don’t want to live forever” for which 2017 film soundtrack?

july 22: which is the only letter that doesn’t appear on the periodic table?

july 23: which novel is considered frank herbert’s masterpiece?

july 25: name the three women who were cast in the first season of SNL in 1975.

july 26: during which years did the olympics award official medals for the arts, including painting, architecture, sculpture, music, and literature?

july 28: what are the ingredients of a moscow mule?

august 2: which “luxury” music festival was supposed to take place in the bahamas in april 2017 but dissolved into chaos and was eventually canceled after attendees began to arrive?

august 3: what is the claim to fame of anchor bar in buffalo, NY?

august 8: the la brea tar pits are a popular tourist attraction and fossil excavation site. what does “la brea” mean in spanish?

august 9: the popular board game clue goes by which other name in the UK, where it was invented?

august 11: what is earth’s largest ocean?

august 12: who wrote johnny cash’s “a boy named sue”?

august 13: what were the original 3 pokemon that players could choose from at the start of pokemon red and pokemon blue, the first pokemon video games released internationally?

august 14: what kind of music did katy perry release as a teenager before she became a pop star?

august 20: philip k. dick’s novel do androids dream of electric sheep? inspired which 1982 film with a different title?

august 30: batman is to gotham city as superman is to what?

september 6: what is the hottest planet in the solar system?

september 9: the first book of the “his dark materials” trilogy is known as the golden compass in the US, and what in the UK?

september 15: one of the classic monopoly player tokens is a dog. what breed is it?

september 16: why are spiders technically not considered insects?

september 22: on her debut album, lily allen included a song called “alfie” about her little brother. alfie allen is best known now for his role on which TV show?

october 2: a killer whale isn’t technically a whale. what is it?

october 8: name the breed of large domestic cats native to new england

october 10: which company uses the slogan “because we’re worth it”?

october 12: which female pop star had a brief stint in an R&B group called basic instinct in the 1990s?

october 16: if you ordered a berliner in a cafe in wisconsin, what would they serve you?

october 21: in 1943, when many NFL players were drafted for service in WWII, which two teams combined forces and formed a team called the steagles?

october 25: virginia was the birthplace of 8 US presidents. which state follows close on virginia’s heels as the birthplace of 7 US presidents?

october 28: bram stoker’s legendary vampire dracula is widely thought to be inspired by which real-life romanian prince?

october 30: in european folklore, what is a familiar?

november 1: what does nanowrimo stand for?

november 13: name the movie that imagines how playwright j.m. barrie came to write peter pan.

november 14: which US state has the smallest population?

november 16: who technically owns all of the unmarked swans in england?

november 19: which entertainment icon was offered the role of phoebe in friends but turned it down?

november 22: robert louis stevenson’s novel treasure island features a cast of colorful characters, including the infamous long john silver. what is the name of the novel’s young protagonist, an innkeeper’s son who ends up serving as a cabin boy on a sea adventure?

november 23: where is dollywood?

november 28: not surprisingly, americans eat more food on thanksgiving than they do on any other day of the year. which day boasts the second-highest food consumption?

november 29: “swish swish”, a song on katy perry’s 2017 album witness, was rumored to be a diss track about which other pop star?

november 30: which actor wore a hairpiece every time he played james bond?

december 2: in greek mythology, perspehone was the goddess of the underworld and the wife of hades. who were persephone’s parents?

december 3: which prominent magazine declined to run an excerpt of the catcher in the rye on the grounds that the characters were unbelievable and the writing was “show-offy”?

december 12: which comic book series featured batman’s first appearance?

december 14: what was elvis presley’s natural hair color?

december 21: a 16th century da Vinci manuscript known as the codex leicester sold for over $30 million. who was the wealthy buyer?

december 23: ancient egyptian queen cleopatra had relationships with both julius caesar and mark antony. which of the two men was she buried next to?

december 27: which of the following hollywood stars did not get their start on the disney channel—shia labeouf, hayden panettiere, keri russell, ellen page, ryan gosling

december 29: technically, peanuts aren’t nuts. what are they?

#i thought about including the answers but then no one else could play along #anyway no surprise that most of the ones i knew are pop culture but #oh well #idk what purpose this serves other than to satisfy me

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alindakb · 5 years ago

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Letters to my Parents - Monday 16 November 1992 - by Alinda

Monday 16 November 1992

Dear mom and dad,

Things have gone from bad to worse. It seems everyone thinks I’m the heir of Slytherin. There’s this boy in Hufflepuff named Justin, he ran away from me one day when I wanted to great him in the library. And Ron and Neville don’t want to be seen with me either. None of the Gryffindors wants to by the way. I’m not allowed to eat at their table anymore. I tried to explain that it wasn’t me, but nobody seems to want to listen. Only Hermione and Blaise still hang out with me, and the girl Blaise has been hanging out with. Her name is Luna and she’s a bit crazy, but I like her. She doesn’t seem to care about what happened at all.

Hermione has been reading a lot the last two weeks. She feels stupid that she didn’t bring her copy of Hogwarts, A History, because all the copies of the library had been taken out by other students. She wants to read up on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets. She even asked about it in our History of Magic class last Wednesday. It was a nice distraction during the boring class. Professor Binns just talks in his flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class is in a deep stupor. It was my favourite class at the end of last year because it was the one where Draco would play with my hand all class. And now the only thing I can do is daydream about how amazing that felt and how much I want it back. But he’s sitting with Pansy now. I think they are dating. That’s what everyone has been saying at least.

But like I was saying, Hermione disturbed the History of Magic class last Wednesday. Professor Binns was droning on about the International Warlock Convention of 1289 when she put up her hand and just asked point blank if the professor could tell us anything about the Chamber of Secrets. Well, that woke up everyone in the class. Professor Binns told us about the founders of the school and how Salazar Slytherin wanted to be more selective about the students who they would admit to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. It turned into this big argument between Slytherin and Gryffindor and Slytherin left the school. And the legend goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing, that could only be opened by his own true heir to unleash the horror within, to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic.

Everyone was very excited to learn more about this Chamber, but professor Binns said it was all nonsense. That the school had been searched and that no such chamber excited. I didn’t really listen to all the questions the other students threw at professor Binns. I was more worried about Draco’s pale face. He had been looking out the window since the chamber had been brought up. The whole subject made him feel uncomfortable and that worries me. What if he knows something about all this? What if he’s the one who wrote that message on the wall and petrified Mrs Norris? Would Draco really be capable of doing that?

And then this Friday Hermione was crying during breakfast. She was sitting far away from Ron and he kept giving her dirty looks. As soon as she left the Great Hall I followed her. I asked her what was wrong. She just shook her head, grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs. We walked a little until we reached the wall with the writing about the chamber on it. Filch still hasn’t found a way to get it off. Hermione pushed open the door to the girl's bathroom and pulled me inside. It was the gloomiest, most depressing bathroom I’ve ever set foot in. Hermione walked into one of the stalls and set down on the toilet seat. Before I could even ask her again what was going on, Moaning Myrtle floated towards me and told me that this was a girls bathroom and that I was not a girl. I told her that I was just there to help my friend. Myrtle took one look at Hermione and asked if she wanted to kill herself. And then she went on that she wanted to kill herself last Halloween after Peeves had been mean to her, but that she remembered that she was already dead. She let out a tragic sob and then dived into the toilet, splashing water all over the place. I could still hear her sobbing from the u-bend.

Hermione had calmed down a little by then and she was able to tell what had upset her so much. It seems that last night she and Ron had a fight. Ron doesn’t want her to be friends with me anymore. And when Hermione told him no, he broke up with her. I know they had also already been fighting on Wednesday, after class. Ron had said something bad about Slytherin and Hermione had defended me. But they love each other, so I had thought they would be okay. Clearly, I was wrong. Hermione is really sad about it all, but she said she had promised me that we would stick together in this place and she was not going to break that promise. I told her she didn’t have to, that I would be fine, but she wouldn’t hear it. I was her best friend and she knew I hadn’t done it, so there was no reason to stay away from me. And if Ron wanted to be a stubborn ass-hole (yes Hermione really used the word ass-hole, I couldn’t believe my ears) than she was better off without him. I’m really glad she said that, because I wouldn’t know what to do without her.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson is also a horror these days. Professor Lockhart hasn’t brought any more living creatures into class, but instead just reads passages from his books. He always wants to re-enact the more dramatic bits and I’m always the person that is picked to help him with these reconstructions. I’ve been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since he had met Professor Lockhart. And this Friday I was hauled to the front of the class to act like a werewolf. He made me howl and moan. Wow writing it down here makes it sound even worse than it already was. Nott and Crabbe have been re-enacting it all weekend.

And then this Saturday Draco had his first Quidditch match of the season. Slytherin was playing against Gryffindor. I know he was nervous in the way he snapped at everyone. And for the first time since I had made friends in Gryffindor, I didn’t at all feel conflicted about which team I should be cheering for. With me in the black books of the Gryffindors, there would be nobody giving me a hard time for cheering for Draco and our own house.

So as soon as it was eleven I made my way over to the Quidditch stadium and found a place at the back of one of the stands. And then the game started. Draco was good. Stealing the Quaffle from the Gryffindor team and scoring some good points. But then everything went wrong. One of the Bludgers kept aiming for him. Whenever the Beaters whacked it into a different direction it would just change direction in mid-air and shoot straight for Draco again. Draco had to manoeuvre hard to avoid it. I was glad Draco was so skilled on a broom, but I was scared for him.

I didn’t matter what the Beaters did, the Bludger wouldn’t stop attacking Draco and it became impossible for him to score any more points. With the Slytherin Beaters focused on keeping Draco safe, the other Chasers were having a hard time, giving Gryffindor the change to score a lot of points. And on top of that, it had also started to rain. It was clear someone had tampered with the Bludger and I wondered who would want to hurt Draco. What had he done to anyone lately? He just kept to himself most of the time. He even spends less time with Pansy these days. So maybe he’s not dating her.

Well, he probably is, since she was the first on the field when the Bludger got past the Beaters and Draco got hurt. It smashed onto his elbow and Draco broke his arm. He almost slid off his broom but was able to keep a grip with his legs. But the Bludger went for him again, going straight to his face and I was afraid Draco would die. He didn’t. He managed to swirl to the side, but it made him lose his balance and he fell to the ground. With a loud splattering thud, he hit the mud.

Draco just lay there on the ground, passed out with his arm in a weird angle next to him. I struggled not to cry, seeing him lying there like that. I wanted to go down and make sure he was okay so badly, but I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to, so I just stayed put and the back of the stand.

I was relieved when he woke up, but not when I saw that professor Lockhart was leaning over him and tried to heal his arm. I don’t know what happened, but I think he only made it worse. Pansy screamed at the professor for some minutes before she and Goyle escorted Draco to the hospital wing. It looked like his arm was all elastic when they moved him.

We did win the match by the way. In all the commotion nobody had noticed our Seeker catching the snitch, but he did and we won.

That evening I waited until everyone was asleep. I then took my invisibility cloak and made my way to the hospital wing. And you won’t believe what I saw when I got there. That silly house-elf Dobby was there with Draco. Draco was sitting upright in his bed, talking with the elf, like he knew him. I moved closer to them so I could hear what they were saying. Dobby was telling Draco that if he didn’t want to go home he should stop writing in the diary, that it was dangerous, that he would endanger Harry by doing so. Draco responded with that Dobby didn’t know what he was talking about, that he had no right to meddle and should go home. And then Dobby asked if Master Draco didn’t care about my welfare. But I never got to hear Draco answer the question because someone else was coming.

Dobby disappeared with a loud crack and Draco slumped back into bed, his watery grey eyes on the dark doorway to the hospital wing. I couldn’t look away from him, he looked sad and lost. Maybe he does still care about me.

Only moments later the door opened and headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came in carrying what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall went to get Madam Pomfrey. It seemed there had been another attack and this time it was Colin Creevey, the Gryffindor first year that used to follow me around at the beginning of the year. He was also petrified, still holding his little camera in his hand. When headmaster Dumbledore took it and opened the back a jet of steam hissed out of the camera. The inside of the camera was melted and I wondered what that mend. I still need to tell Hermione; maybe it will help her in figuring out what is attacking everyone.

And then headmaster Dumbledore said the worst. He said the Chamber of Secrets war indeed opened AGAIN!

I found Hermione the next morning in Myrtle’s bathroom. She’s avoiding the Great Hall and library since she and Ron broke up, so this had become our new place to hang out. She’s still heartbroken and says she understands now why I want to go and watch Draco play Quidditch all the time. I’m glad she finally understands, but I’m also sad about it. Now we are both heartbroken and sad all the time. Well, at least we still have each other.

I told Hermione about my trip to the hospital wing and how I found out that Draco knows Dobby, the house elf that had stopped my letters from arriving this summer. And how headmaster Dumbledore had said that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened before. We speculated about how a monster could get around unseen. Hermione thought it maybe was capable of making itself invisible or disguise itself just like Chameleon Ghouls. She had read about them somewhere and I joked she reads too much.

And now it’s Monday and the news of Colin’s attacked has spread through the entire school. The first years are moving around in tight-knit groups. Some of the older children are selling talismans, amulets and other protective devices. And everyone seems to believe I attached Colin. The rumour is that I was sick of him following me around with his camera. And somehow Crabbe had realised I hadn’t been in our dormitory when the attack happened, so he now also believes it was really me. He looks scared now, he’s not boasting anymore, but avoids me like everyone else. Even Blaise tries to speak to me as little as possible. Only Nott still thinks it’s one big joke that I’m the heir of Slytherin. I’m only a half-blood so I can’t possibly be the heir according to him.

I hope others will start listing to him soon because I hate how everyone looks at me like I’m some dangerous person.

Draco is okay now. He was released of the hospital wing on Sunday. Pansy is pampering him ever since. I don’t think he really likes it, he keeps pushing her hand away every time she tries to stroke his hair. His watery eyes from the hospital wing have been hunting me. I see them every time I close my eyes. They looked so hopeless and sad. I think something bad is going on with Draco. What if my dreams are coming true? What if he is ill? So ill he might die? Mom, I’m scared. How do I get him to talk to me, to tell me what is wrong? I need to help him, need to be with him.

I don’t know what to do.

I love you both, I’m going now. I just want to be alone right now.

I promise I will write again soon and I’m sure everything will be better by than. It has to be. I hate school like this. I hate my life if it’s always going to be like this.

Your Harry James Potter.

#letters to my parents #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #bullied harry #letters #harry in slytherin #quidditch #hurt draco #dobby #AlindasStories #drarry

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Netflix and Amazon gave daring Indian filmmakers hope. Now that's turning to fear Even with two major, critically acclaimed films under her belt — “Kal: Yesterday and Tomorrow,” a thriller she wrote and directed, and “Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi,” a political drama that won Bollywood’s equivalent of an Academy Award — the work just wouldn’t come. Since then, the Mumbai-based filmmaker says she has “been inundated with work.” Her film “Guilty” — a social issues drama about a rape investigation — was released by the streaming giant in 2020. In the same year, Disney+ Hotstar released her 8-part comedy series “Hundred.” Now, increasing government scrutiny of these more provocative projects and other groundbreaking stories is worrying Narain and many other creators in Mumbai, the home of India’s film industry. Original shows on Amazon Prime and Netflix have lately drawn ire from Indian politicians and regular citizens who consider these films and TV shows insensitive to cultural and religious beliefs. Police complaints have also piled up against creators and company executives, and some of the offenses they have been accused of — including committing “deliberate or malicious acts, intended to outrage religious feelings” — carry prison terms of up to three years, a fine, or both. And, in recent months, Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s government has announced new rules and guidelines for streaming services, though no explicit bans on particular themes. India’s creative community now fears that streaming services may buckle under the pressure, and refrain from touching stories that are even remotely controversial. It’s a troubling sign for an industry that had just begun experimenting with new forms of storytelling and producing shows capable of worldwide appeal. Just last year, Delhi Crime, a Netflix drama series based on the real rape and murder of a 23-year-old student in India’s capital, won an international Emmy. Start of a new era The arrival of Amazon (AMZN) and Netflix in India has been a boon to directors and writers like Narain, who had long languished on the fringes of Bollywood — an industry often accused of nepotism. Several filmmakers told CNN Business they thought the international streaming services introduced a degree of professionalism. “I co-directed a film called ‘House Arrest,’ which was released on Netflix in 2019, and everyone on set was thrilled just because they were getting paid on time,” said Samit Basu, novelist and filmmaker. He added that the culture changed to one where rigorous research and development were commonplace. “A lot of book rights were auctioned and writers’ rooms started happening,” Basu added. “Earlier, people in the film industry hardly ever read books.” More importantly, these companies made it possible for storytellers to explore subjects that had previously been untouched. Bollywood films are hamstrung by the Central Board of Film Certification, which forces filmmakers to remove everything from kisses and swear words to shots of drug abuse — once even from a film about drug abuse. Indian TV, which is also regulated by the government, is dominated by often regressive stories about housewives and mothers-in-law. Streaming content broke that mold because it was, until recently, unregulated by the government. “Sacred Games,” Netflix’s first original series in the country, shocked Indian viewers by casting well-known actors in a show that liberally made use of abusive language, violence and nudity. The program was compared to “Narcos,” Netflix’s hit American drama about Colombian cocaine kingpin Pablo Escobar. Amazon’s first series in the country, meanwhile, was “Inside Edge” — a show about the dark underbelly of cricket, a sport that is worshipped in India. Both “Inside Edge and “Sacred Games” were nominated for International Emmy awards. Several other shows on the platforms have also taken an unflinching look at subjects ranging from politics to female sexuality, which Bollywood and Indian TV have typically shied away from. “I am glad I did my film for Netflix because they did not dilute anything,” said Narain, referring to her project “Guilty.” When a kiss offends Politically-fueled uproar over shows on these international video platforms isn’t new. “Sacred Games,” which was released in 2018, managed to offend lawmakers from Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) and the opposition Congress Party. In 2019, a politician from the BJP filed a police complaint against the creator of the show for a “scene which disrespects Sikh religious symbol Kada.” But lately, the political and public outrage has reached a crescendo. Netflix faced boycott calls in November over “A Suitable Boy,” an adaptation of the award-winning novel of the same name by author Vikram Seth. Some viewers and BJP politicians were angered by a scene that depicts a Hindu man and a Muslim woman kissing in a temple, which led to complaints against Netflix executives. The company did not respond to CNN Business’s request for an update on these complaints. In January, Amazon’s political drama “Tandav” — which has been likened to the Netflix series “House of Cards” — faced a backlash from politicians who said they complained to the police about the company and the show’s creators for depicting Hindu Gods in a derogatory way. Aparna Purohit, the Head of India Originals at Amazon Prime Video, was questioned by police for several hours. Both Amazon and the show’s creators issued an apology. “We respect our viewers’ diverse beliefs and apologize unconditionally,” Amazon said in a statement. That same month, an Indian journalist filed a police complaint against Amazon’s crime series “Mirzapur” for “showing the city of Mirzapur in a bad light,” according to media reports. And this month, the National Commission for the Protection of Child Rights asked Netflix to stop streaming “Bombay Begums,” a drama about five ambitious women, because of its “inappropriate portrayal” of children, who were shown sniffing cocaine. The government has also taken official action to rein in streaming services and the content they provide. Last November, the Information and Broadcasting Ministry brought the previously unregulated services within its scope. Three months later, the government announced new rules for online content, including a requirement for video platforms to classify their content into age-based categories. They also have to appoint a “grievance redressal officer” in India who has to address every complaint made against the company within 15 days. While activists have criticized these rules, the government said the video streaming services must be “responsible and accountable” for their content. “India is tolerant and will remain tolerant,” India’s technology minister Ravi Shankar Prasad said on Thursday. “But the limits of tolerance and standards of tolerance should not be judged on the creating freedom or abuse of a particular producer of an OTT platform.” The new rules do not explicitly ban any type of content — but the vague scope of the regulations is also exactly why filmmakers who spoke to CNN Business were troubled. A wide range of topics have already been targeted with complaints and outrage, leaving creators second-guessing and self-censoring. “In India, anyone can have a problem with anything. In India, people confuse what a character is saying with what the writer believes,” said Sumit Purohit, who wrote for “Inside Edge” and “Scam 1992,” a web series on Sony’s streaming service SonyLiv. “How can you make a series like the ‘Mindhunter’ here?” he asked, referring to a Netflix show about serial killers. Purohit also described the impact of self-censorship on a writer, saying that it “makes you angry, frustrated,” because “that is not how any art is created.” The backlash from all sides — politicians, journalists, national agencies and even regular citizens — is hard for American services to fight in India, a key overseas market, as they are wary of getting on the wrong side of the government. Netflix CEO Reed Hastings said in 2018 his “next 100 million” users would come from India. In Dec 2019, he said his company would spend 30 billion rupees ($413 million) on original content over the next two years in India. And, Amazon’s Jeff Bezos has said that “it [Prime Video] is doing well everywhere but there’s nowhere it is doing better than in India.” A chilling effect There are already some signs that the industry might be regressing. Earlier this month, Reuters reported, citing unnamed sources, that “companies like Amazon’s Prime Video and Netflix are inspecting planned shows and scripts, with some even deleting scenes that could be controversial.” A few days later, the Indian financial newspaper Mint reported, citing anonymous sources, that Amazon had canceled the second season of the crime series “Paatal Lok,” which was praised for its portrayal of corruption and caste discrimination. Amazon and Netflix declined to comment on the reports. “Nothing that has politics in it is being touched [commissioned] right now,” said Josy Joseph, an investigative journalist whose media platform is collaborating with the creator of “Sacred Games” to make a series about Tihar Jail, India’s largest prison. “There is a massive depression that has set into the creative minds of Mumbai,” he said. “They are scared and writers are winding down to mediocrity. They are going back to telling saas-bahu stories or conservative romance.” (Saas-bahu means “mother-in-law and daughter-in-law” in Hindi.) While production isn’t slowing down — Netflix has announced 40 new shows and movies from India — Basu worries that production houses in the future may go for content that is “unambiguously safe” and “assumes that the audience’s intelligence is zero.” Just weeks after Prime Video executive Purohit was questioned by police, the platform announced it would produce its first film in Bollywood, the stronghold of traditional Indian movie making. “Ram Setu” will “highlight our Indian heritage,” said Vijay Subramanium, the head of content at Amazon Prime Video India, in a statement. Some filmmakers are less pessimistic about their creative freedom. Karan Anshuman, one of the creators of “Mirzapur” and “Inside Edge,” said he felt it was “too early to react” to the heightened scrutiny, adding that he would rather “wait and watch.” But film writer Arpita Chatterjee, said it is too late to rein in the Indian filmmaking community now. “We can’t just go back 20 years,” Chatterjee said. “The world is at a different place and storytellers are at a different place. You can’t just put the genie back in the bottle.” Source link Orbem News #Amazon #daring #Fear #filmmakers #gave #Hope #Indian #Netflix #turning

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Netflix and Amazon gave daring Indian filmmakers hope. Now that's turning to fear

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Netflix and Amazon gave daring Indian filmmakers hope. Now that's turning to fear

Even with two major, critically acclaimed films under her belt — “Kal: Yesterday and Tomorrow,” a thriller she wrote and directed, and “Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi,” a political drama that won Bollywood’s equivalent of an Academy Award — the work just wouldn’t come.

Since then, the Mumbai-based filmmaker says she has “been inundated with work.” Her film “Guilty” — a social issues drama about a rape investigation — was released by the streaming giant in 2020. In the same year, Disney+ Hotstar released her 8-part comedy series “Hundred.”

Now, increasing government scrutiny of these more provocative projects and other groundbreaking stories is worrying Narain and many other creators in Mumbai, the home of India’s film industry.

Original shows on Amazon Prime and Netflix have lately drawn ire from Indian politicians and regular citizens who consider these films and TV shows insensitive to cultural and religious beliefs.

Police complaints have also piled up against creators and company executives, and some of the offenses they have been accused of — including committing “deliberate or malicious acts, intended to outrage religious feelings” — carry prison terms of up to three years, a fine, or both. And, in recent months, Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s government has announced new rules and guidelines for streaming services, though no explicit bans on particular themes.

India’s creative community now fears that streaming services may buckle under the pressure, and refrain from touching stories that are even remotely controversial. It’s a troubling sign for an industry that had just begun experimenting with new forms of storytelling and producing shows capable of worldwide appeal. Just last year, Delhi Crime, a Netflix drama series based on the real rape and murder of a 23-year-old student in India’s capital, won an international Emmy.

Start of a new era

The arrival of Amazon (AMZN) and Netflix in India has been a boon to directors and writers like Narain, who had long languished on the fringes of Bollywood — an industry often accused of nepotism. Several filmmakers told Appradab Business they thought the international streaming services introduced a degree of professionalism.

“I co-directed a film called ‘House Arrest,’ which was released on Netflix in 2019, and everyone on set was thrilled just because they were getting paid on time,” said Samit Basu, novelist and filmmaker. He added that the culture changed to one where rigorous research and development were commonplace.

“A lot of book rights were auctioned and writers’ rooms started happening,” Basu added. “Earlier, people in the film industry hardly ever read books.”

More importantly, these companies made it possible for storytellers to explore subjects that had previously been untouched.

Bollywood films are hamstrung by the Central Board of Film Certification, which forces filmmakers to remove everything from kisses and swear words to shots of drug abuse — once even from a film about drug abuse. Indian TV, which is also regulated by the government, is dominated by often regressive stories about housewives and mothers-in-law.

Streaming content broke that mold because it was, until recently, unregulated by the government. “Sacred Games,” Netflix’s first original series in the country, shocked Indian viewers by casting well-known actors in a show that liberally made use of abusive language, violence and nudity. The program was compared to “Narcos,” Netflix’s hit American drama about Colombian cocaine kingpin Pablo Escobar.

Amazon’s first series in the country, meanwhile, was “Inside Edge” — a show about the dark underbelly of cricket, a sport that is worshipped in India. Both “Inside Edge and “Sacred Games” were nominated for International Emmy awards.

Several other shows on the platforms have also taken an unflinching look at subjects ranging from politics to female sexuality, which Bollywood and Indian TV have typically shied away from. “I am glad I did my film for Netflix because they did not dilute anything,” said Narain, referring to her project “Guilty.”

When a kiss offends

Politically-fueled uproar over shows on these international video platforms isn’t new. “Sacred Games,” which was released in 2018, managed to offend lawmakers from Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) and the opposition Congress Party. In 2019, a politician from the BJP filed a police complaint against the creator of the show for a “scene which disrespects Sikh religious symbol Kada.”

But lately, the political and public outrage has reached a crescendo.

Netflix faced boycott calls in November over “A Suitable Boy,” an adaptation of the award-winning novel of the same name by author Vikram Seth. Some viewers and BJP politicians were angered by a scene that depicts a Hindu man and a Muslim woman kissing in a temple, which led to complaints against Netflix executives. The company did not respond to Appradab Business’s request for an update on these complaints.

In January, Amazon’s political drama “Tandav” — which has been likened to the Netflix series “House of Cards” — faced a backlash from politicians who said they complained to the police about the company and the show’s creators for depicting Hindu Gods in a derogatory way. Aparna Purohit, the Head of India Originals at Amazon Prime Video, was questioned by police for several hours.

Both Amazon and the show’s creators issued an apology. “We respect our viewers’ diverse beliefs and apologize unconditionally,” Amazon said in a statement.

That same month, an Indian journalist filed a police complaint against Amazon’s crime series “Mirzapur” for “showing the city of Mirzapur in a bad light,” according to media reports. And this month, the National Commission for the Protection of Child Rights asked Netflix to stop streaming “Bombay Begums,” a drama about five ambitious women, because of its “inappropriate portrayal” of children, who were shown sniffing cocaine.

The government has also taken official action to rein in streaming services and the content they provide. Last November, the Information and Broadcasting Ministry brought the previously unregulated services within its scope.

Three months later, the government announced new rules for online content, including a requirement for video platforms to classify their content into age-based categories. They also have to appoint a “grievance redressal officer” in India who has to address every complaint made against the company within 15 days.

While activists have criticized these rules, the government said the video streaming services must be “responsible and accountable” for their content.

“India is tolerant and will remain tolerant,” India’s technology minister Ravi Shankar Prasad said on Thursday. “But the limits of tolerance and standards of tolerance should not be judged on the creating freedom or abuse of a particular producer of an OTT platform.”

The new rules do not explicitly ban any type of content — but the vague scope of the regulations is also exactly why filmmakers who spoke to Appradab Business were troubled. A wide range of topics have already been targeted with complaints and outrage, leaving creators second-guessing and self-censoring.

“In India, anyone can have a problem with anything. In India, people confuse what a character is saying with what the writer believes,” said Sumit Purohit, who wrote for “Inside Edge” and “Scam 1992,” a web series on Sony’s streaming service SonyLiv. “How can you make a series like the ‘Mindhunter’ here?” he asked, referring to a Netflix show about serial killers.

Purohit also described the impact of self-censorship on a writer, saying that it “makes you angry, frustrated,” because “that is not how any art is created.”

The backlash from all sides — politicians, journalists, national agencies and even regular citizens — is hard for American services to fight in India, a key overseas market, as they are wary of getting on the wrong side of the government.

Netflix CEO Reed Hastings said in 2018 his “next 100 million” users would come from India. In Dec 2019, he said his company would spend 30 billion rupees ($413 million) on original content over the next two years in India. And, Amazon’s Jeff Bezos has said that “it [Prime Video] is doing well everywhere but there’s nowhere it is doing better than in India.”

A chilling effect

There are already some signs that the industry might be regressing. Earlier this month, Reuters reported, citing unnamed sources, that “companies like Amazon’s Prime Video and Netflix are inspecting planned shows and scripts, with some even deleting scenes that could be controversial.”

A few days later, the Indian financial newspaper Mint reported, citing anonymous sources, that Amazon had canceled the second season of the crime series “Paatal Lok,” which was praised for its portrayal of corruption and caste discrimination.

Amazon and Netflix declined to comment on the reports.

“Nothing that has politics in it is being touched [commissioned] right now,” said Josy Joseph, an investigative journalist whose media platform is collaborating with the creator of “Sacred Games” to make a series about Tihar Jail, India’s largest prison.

“There is a massive depression that has set into the creative minds of Mumbai,” he said. “They are scared and writers are winding down to mediocrity. They are going back to telling saas-bahu stories or conservative romance.” (Saas-bahu means “mother-in-law and daughter-in-law” in Hindi.)

While production isn’t slowing down — Netflix has announced 40 new shows and movies from India — Basu worries that production houses in the future may go for content that is “unambiguously safe” and “assumes that the audience’s intelligence is zero.”

Just weeks after Prime Video executive Purohit was questioned by police, the platform announced it would produce its first film in Bollywood, the stronghold of traditional Indian movie making. “Ram Setu” will “highlight our Indian heritage,” said Vijay Subramanium, the head of content at Amazon Prime Video India, in a statement.

Some filmmakers are less pessimistic about their creative freedom.

Karan Anshuman, one of the creators of “Mirzapur” and “Inside Edge,” said he felt it was “too early to react” to the heightened scrutiny, adding that he would rather “wait and watch.”

But film writer Arpita Chatterjee, said it is too late to rein in the Indian filmmaking community now.

“We can’t just go back 20 years,” Chatterjee said. “The world is at a different place and storytellers are at a different place. You can’t just put the genie back in the bottle.”

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NaNo Prep: How to Make a Timeline

As we dive into NaNo Prep season, we’ve talked to some participants to get the inside scoop on how to best prepare for November. Today, participant Juliana Xavier shares how to plan out your story, even if you’re a committed pantser:

When you think about NaNoWriMo, do you find that your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms… heavy? If so, congratulations, Rabbit, you’re in the process of panicking about the grueling (yet fun!) month of noveling that is fast approaching (sans spaghetti, I hope).

Not to worry, I––a six-year veteran of NaNoWriMo––am here to teach you everything you need to know. I even succeeded in reaching the 50k goal during my very first year.

Here’s what my prep the week before November 1st looked like that time:

Denial (that I could ever write a novel)

Anger (that I’d set myself up to fail)

Bargaining (in hopes that 50k words would magically show up in my word document)

Depression (just, uncontrollable sobbing)

Acceptance (might as well get it over with, since I set up a profile and everything)

The following years were all about false hope. I had done it once before. All I had to do was repeat the previous year’s recipe. No real prep necessary as long as I had a story in mind. Easy peasy right?

Narrator: It wasn’t.

All kidding aside, it took me years to find a prep style that worked. By the third year, I started moving from pantser to plotter. The first years were spent simply trying to prove to myself that I could write 50k. It didn’t matter what I wrote as long as I hit that number. I’d proven to myself that I could, now I needed to find a way to do it coherently: a story with beginning, middle and end.

That’s where timelining comes in. If you’ve never done a timeline before, it’s what bullet journaling is to a diary entry: a way to list the most important facts of your story, in a way as to not lose yourself (that Eminem song’s gonna be stuck in my head for at least a week now).

No dialogue, no senseless descriptions, no drama, no fluff. Just a grocery style list of things that need to happen in your story.

Start with your main plot points:

Hero leaves home.

Hero meets new friends.

New friends betray the hero.

Epic battle!

Hero returns home changed.

Then, break those down even further, trying to figure out the different drives that move the story forward.

Part 1:

Hero doesn’t want to leave.

Hero’s home is mysteriously burned down.

Hero has nothing left.

Hero leaves home.

Not enough? Break it down some more! Break down individual chapters if you have to. Just remember to start simple so you don’t get lost within plot.

How many times you break it down is up to you, but I find that three times does the trick. More than that and you’re just using the timeline as an excuse not to get actual work done… (guilty!)

And that’s it!

So, whether you’re the type of person who offers up your kid brother to the gods in exchange for uninterrupted hours of enlightened writing; or you dance half naked in (preferably) your own backyard during the full moon, chanting the wrong song lyrics to whatever tune is stuck in your head that week… I think it’s safe to say that there’s no real bad way to prep for something as important as writing your very own novel.

But if you’re still stuck? Try a timeline! We’ll be cheering you on just the same.

Signed,

Your friendly neighborhood Wrimo participant.

Juliana Xavier is a writer, illustrator and has a BFA in Sequential Arts from SCAD University. Brazilian born but partially American grown. Works as a freelance artist and would love to draw your fantasy maps and covers for books. Hates coffee (gasp!) but thinks that Thai bubble tea makes everything right with the world. You can find her on her portfolio website, Twitter, Patreon, and Facebook page. For inquiries, feel free to e-mail her at [email protected]

Top image licensed under Creative Commons from Julian Partridge on Flickr.

#nanowrimo #nano prep #nanowrimo 2017 #by oll guest #juliana xavier #writing

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The ‘Me in My State’ meme is too relatable

We all hate to love and love to hate our home state.

Image: shutterstock/twitter

State pride is something we can all relate to — except when you're actually home.

As millions of people traveled back home for Thanksgiving, people started to get real nostalgic for their home state. A far-too-relatable trend began, and eventually people of the United States realized that we all hate to love and love to hate our home state.

Here’s a little bit of hometown pride from all 50 states.

Alabama:

Me in Alabama: fuck bama

Me anywhere else: Alabama, land of the sweetest tea and brisket crafted by Saban's angels. Such a breathtaking countryside view, you can hear "roll tide" be whispered by the gods & banjos coming from up above.Sweet home, Alabama. Sweet home(sheds tear) https://t.co/pxErVuw5Lq

— adriana (@adrianaalewis) November 25, 2017

Alaska:

Me in Alaska : i hate it here

Me everywhere else : Alaska is the biggest state and the most appreciative towards native Americans. My first word was northern lights. My bestfriend is literally a ptarmigan. I live on a glacier with my family of 100 moose. I bleed forget me nots. https://t.co/hQRNZ9f0Av

— 🎄Mistlehoe Em🎄 (@EmelyR1) November 26, 2017

Arizona:

Me in arizona: it's so nasty here Me everywhere else: it's a dry heat. Yea, we have the grand canyon. I'm from like, just outside of Flag. Nobody calls it Flagstaff lmao. Y'all gotta hike Bell Rock. You've never had prickly pear candy? We're going to Bookmans & Harkins. Sedona is https://t.co/p2Xbzx3f1i

— the simple coke of cola (@thxrosewoods) November 25, 2017

Arkansas:

Me in Arkansas: I gotta drive 35 miles to get a bottle of wine i hate this place

Me anywhere else: first off how dare you it’s pronounced Ar-kan-SAW. i was conceived in the giant budweiser can and born in walmart. I cry every time I call the hogs. Kris Allen is my wallpaper. https://t.co/XDKKbgQYnq

— Landon Watson (@wildwildwatson) November 27, 2017

California:

Me in California: Cali is congested, expensive and overrated. Hate it

Me outside California: the entirety of modern American culture relies on California. We are the technological heart that underpins the American economy. CA is simply the greatest geographical area in history

— jose (@MisterRudeman) November 15, 2017

Colorado:

me in colorado: why tf do people live here

me anywhere else: colorado is the best state. I skied directly out of the womb and then hit a bong. I can guide myself anywhere using only the direction of the Rocky Mountains. My middle name is 4:20. Coors beer runs through my veins. https://t.co/cu6elIKnlK

— adele 🎄 (@rllinginthedeep) November 27, 2017

Connecticut:

Me in Connecticut: Ct sucks

Me anywhere else: Connecticut is the constitution state. We are the backbone of America. We eat nutmegs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have swam up the Connecticut river. We sweat clam chowder. https://t.co/hiuqAfwjTU

— Sydney (@totallysyd) November 26, 2017

Delaware:

Me in Delaware: Delaware is cool.

Me anywhere else: DELAWARE IS THE FIRST STATE FOR A REASON. Joe Biden is my uncle and YouDee is my first cousin. Sales tax who? I was born a Blue Hen and will die one. https://t.co/ukrLmhzLsX

— Christine (@misschristinewp) November 26, 2017

Florida:

Me in Florida: this state is so fucking hot I hate this tourist attracting, mosquito ridden swamp land I’m melting

Me anywhere else: I live where you vacation! I drink orange juice every morning and eat Pub Subs every meal. My mother is an alligator, my father is Mickey Mouse https://t.co/XqKfmzbdEC

— S t e p h (@snreifschneider) November 26, 2017

Georgia:

Me in Georgia: Nothing ever happens here, I have to move.

Me, not in Georgia: *BRAVES CHOPS THROUGH THE DOOR* DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN'T EATEN AT A WAFFLE HOUSE, CHICK-FIL-A IS MY SAVIOR, RISE UP BITCH, ATL HOOOOOEEEE

— Delaney Strunk (@delaknee) November 27, 2017

Hawaii:

Me in Hawaii: this rock is too small

Me anywhere else: Hawaii is the most beautiful place on earth. Surfed to school. Had a pet dolphin. Ohana means family. Lilo and stitch or die. Protect da aina. Nothing but respect for MY queen Liliuokalani. https://t.co/K16zW6O7BX

— yay-c (@Jchitzz) November 26, 2017

Idaho:

Me in Idaho: This state has some serious issues

Me anywhere else: The Gem State is an actual gift from God. I was born and raised by potatoes. My first words were “Vote for Pedro,” and I was breast fed fry sauce. I bathe every morning down at the crick. It’s Boi-SEE, not Boi-Z https://t.co/daJ8fF6bEW

— Paige Lea (@paigevlea) November 27, 2017

Illinois:

Me in Illinois: IL sucks I hate it here

Me anywhere else: Illinois is the heart of the United States. Born and raised in one of our many cornfields, the first word I ever spoke was “ope.” By the age of 5, I was consuming Ranch Dressing in gallons. I eat Portillo’s once a day. https://t.co/9eV1LbfpjZ

— z (@actualIyzoe) November 27, 2017

Indiana:

me in indiana: indiana is boring lmao me anywhere else: indiana is a lush, richly-forested state with a plethora of wildlife. i learned how to make green bean casserole before i could walk. my mother is an ear of corn and my father is steak & shake.

— alexia (@ajzippysplits) November 26, 2017

Iowa:

Me in Iowa: Iowa winters suck I need to move somewhere warm

Me anywhere else: Iowa is the backbone of this country. Our farmers are essential to this economy. My mom is a corn stalk and my dad is a can of Busch Light. I eat a side of ranch with every meal https://t.co/OAN6M1cZdk

— Clarice LeBlanc (@clariceleblanc) November 26, 2017

Kansas:

Me in Kansas: I hate Kansas

Me anywhere else: I’ve seen burnt ends save marriages. K-10 is basically the autobahn of america, so that’s a thrill. I can name all 87 breeds of chickens and have a full back tattoo of the Flint Hills. I will be married in a quiktrip parking lot. https://t.co/ry9uddl5Lz

— D Henry Hanson (@hewhoisd) November 27, 2017

Kentucky:

Me in Kentucky: KY is so dull

Me anywhere else: I came out of the womb drinking sweet tea and yelling Go Cats. I rode a racehorse before I could walk. Ale 8 is the drink of the gods and I’ve never once said “you all.” Hot browns and bourbon are the lifeblood of our people. https://t.co/IhsAgd91AW

— Amanda Thurman (@amandaplease445) November 26, 2017

Louisiana:

Me in Louisiana: This state is garbage

Me anywhere else: Louisiana is the only state in America where anyone can cook. Louis Armstrong should be on the $100 bill. I made love to a beignet. https://t.co/DK5MIN8Mp8

— North Pole PPFA 🎅🏻 (@mcquizzay) November 26, 2017

Maine:

Me in Maine: This place is the worst

Me anywhere else: Maine is the most beautiful state ever. I bleed pine sap. I eat blueberries for all meals & have lobster claws for hands. I love the coast. Let's to to Canada this weekend. Bonfire anyone? https://t.co/NNHTwm4BGN

— Bay (@bayleigh_b) November 26, 2017

Maryland:

me in Maryland: this place is the armpit of America

me anywhere else: l put Old Bay seasoning on EVERYthing. l learned how to pick crabs before l could walk. Our flag is so beautiful. l love the Chesapeake Bay. l have had sex with a blue crab.

— holly jolly jordank (@jordank1230) November 19, 2017

Massachusetts:

Me in Massachusetts: Mass sucks

Me anywhere else: Massachusetts is where the revolution started we basically started the country. My first word was wicked and my mother breastfed me iced Dunkin’ coffee. I had road rage before I could walk. https://t.co/4H6NFjAb8U

— Kyle Manley (@tsmoochiewall) November 25, 2017

Michigan:

me in michigan: this sucks it’s so boring

me anywhere else: my first food was a coney dog. it’s pop not soda! detroit is coming back. I love going up north. 4 of the 5 great lakes prefer michigan. I can look south to canada. vernors cures any ailment. construction is a season. https://t.co/G16Vyt0oAa

— skyler (@skylerleslie) November 26, 2017

Minnesota:

Me in Minnesota: Minnesota nice? More like MN passive aggressive

Me elsewhere: We have 4 seasons and 10,000+ lakes. I learned to shovel snow before I could walk. Something about surviving seasonal depression creates a sense of community. Have you seen the Minneapolis art scene? https://t.co/ubGDLmQsIZ

— ally 🌿 (@_appelmom) November 26, 2017

Mississippi:

Me in Mississippi:I can’t even go outside without getting dirty. I hope I don’t become obese.

Me everywhere else: I live in the crooked letter state where everybody kin folk & the food is the best. We got koolaid pickles, ice cups, & the smallest towns ever. What’s hannin 😎🤪 https://t.co/YAKqXGyumX

— shekinah 🌸🐣💙 (@KinahMonroe) November 27, 2017

Missouri:

Me in Missouri: man i hate it here im going to move far away once im done with school

Me anywhere else: Country music is my everything. I could hogtie a calf before I was in preschool. I live in the gateway arch. I can fit 20 cornstalks in my mouth and my father is a hay bale https://t.co/9JF8Bspbi4

— Katherine Lewis (@Katherine_Lewi) November 27, 2017

Montana:

Me in Montana: this is butt fucking nowhere Me anywhere else: I am from the 4th largest state. We have the biggest sky. The last best place. I built a log cabin before I could walk. My mother is a glacier and my father is a moose. We have the freshest air in the world. https://t.co/z0qQRWLpjB

— Zoie Koostra (@zee_a_koostra) November 27, 2017

Nebraska:

me in Nebraska: I hate this corn field

me anywhere else: I’d kill for a temperature Tuesday @ Runza. Ope sorry, I’m just gonna squeeze right past ya. Could I get a pop with that? What do u mean you’ve never been to the CWS? *farmer waves to a stranger as I drive the speed limit* https://t.co/fH6f6XYym8

— Scout Petersen (@scoutpetersen) November 27, 2017

Nevada:

Me in Nevada: ugh Me in anywhere else: Why is every store closing at 8 like most store should be 24 hrs tf is this bullshit??? https://t.co/wCRXTM274A

— ems (@iiied) November 27, 2017

New Hampshire:

Me in New Hampshire: NH is just hillbillies and trees.

Me anywhere else: New Hampshire is the home to all things New England. I bleed granite. My parents are trees in perfect fall foliage. A Robert Frost poem was my first word. No sales tax is my life. LIVE FREE OR DIE. https://t.co/3Hwok0rZKv

— Terisé (@terisemcole) November 25, 2017

New Jersey:

Me in New Jersey: I can't believe I live in the armpit of the country

Me anywhere else: listen we have ocean, cities, mountains, and roller coasters. It's called pork roll. I love Wawa and I don't know how to pump my own gas. Central jersey is fake. Also go birds https://t.co/JxeqsEndAi

— hayley (@all_HAYL) November 22, 2017

New Mexico:

Me in New Mexico: everything is hot I’m on fire I wanna die Me anywhere else: New Mexico is amazing we have desert AND snowy mountain trails. You’ll never witness a more vivid sunset. Have u ever seen miles of white sand under a starry sky? I’m naming my next kid Green Chile. https://t.co/tAF9dx64z9

— Gabrielle 🌲 (@raisingbabyclem) November 27, 2017

New York:

Me in New York: New York is boring

Me anywhere else: New York is literally the best state ever. We got the city, the Christmas tree, the Yankees. If you’re not from New York you’re “mad” irrelevant ya heard https://t.co/IB2kkxQMEq

— Acon (@a_conn8) November 26, 2017

North Carolina:

Me in North Carolina: I hate NC

Me anywhere else: I once saw a dead man rise after the pastor dropped a bag of Cook Out’s Cajun fries in his coffin. The construction on Hillsborough Street is a small price to pay for the beauty and culture of Raleigh. We are all Cackalacky. https://t.co/OwTmpJZS9P

— Splenda Pappy (@caroline_oreo) November 25, 2017

North Dakota:

me in north dakota: this state is so boring

me anywhere else: this is the most peaceful state. we are the farmers of america. i could milk a cow before i could walk. my mother is a cornstalk & my father is a holstein cow. https://t.co/w8InFakVu4

— swaggy-t (@taylorajohnson8) November 27, 2017

Ohio:

Me in Ohio: ohio sucks its just corn fields and potholes

Me anywhere else: scarlet and gray are the only two colors i see. i was born in a buckeye tree. the pumpkin show runs through my veins. cedar point is the only amusement park. im getting married in a kroger. https://t.co/Gy5THontOq

— seth (@sthrvs) November 26, 2017

Oklahoma:

Me in Oklahoma: ugh we are so fucked

Me anywhere else: my left fist is Will Rogers, my right is Woody Guthrie, I will punch anyone who doesn't love chicken fried steak. The land we belong to is grand but also we should give it back to the indigenous as promised. https://t.co/wyOL1X9Bak

— chogborts head girl (@memphispunch) November 27, 2017

Oregon:

Me in Oregon: Oregon sucks

Me anywhere else: Oregon is my life. My first word was recycling. No I don’t know how to pump gas and what the fuck is sales tax? I learned to compost before I learned to walk. I breastfed on coffee and my 1st food was Dave’s killer bread

— Shelby Behr (@ShelbyBehr) November 27, 2017

Pennsylvania:

Me in Pennsylvania: Pa sucks

Me anywhere else: Pennsylvania is Home to the one and only liberty bell. I was born on the field of Gettysburg where my father Benjamin Franklin invented Hershey’s chocolate on a cheesesteak. https://t.co/vb6F37vXIJ

— Brighid (@jakeefswag) November 26, 2017

Rhode Island:

me in Rhode Island: I'm getting outta here

me anywhere else: I'm thirsty, where can I find a bubbler? Where is the nearest Dunkin' Donuts? What do you mean you don't know what coffee milk is? Oh you know someone from RI? What's their name? I probably know them https://t.co/cVDKXb3pU4

— Ellyn Narodowy (@Enarodowy) November 25, 2017

South Carolina:

me in south carolina: i want to die

me anywhere else: have you ever been to charleston? the low country is just SO beautiful. i drink brackish water to survive. don’t like the coast? greenville is the fourth fastest growing city in the us. you can see mountains from downtown :) https://t.co/hz0h4X3YY6

— George Maxcy (@georgemaxcy) November 25, 2017

South Dakota:

me in South Dakota: I hate this homogenous tundra

me anywhere else: Have you seen a jackrabbit run? The badlands is the most underrated national park. Tom Brokaw. Could you drive at 14? Because I could. https://t.co/RDpWUmaUYa

— K. Hansen (@kiesehansen) November 27, 2017

Tennessee:

Me in Tennessee: This state is the worst lol Me anywhere else: Tennessee is the volunteer state and features so many beautiful landscapes and populations. Nashville hot chicken is the food of the gods and the Smokey’s are heaven. Memphis style is the best bbq against all others https://t.co/xQKrhxXJ5y

— ❄️Ab-vent Calendar❄️ (@starbob0mb) November 27, 2017

Texas:

Me in Texas: this place is hot, racist, and boring Me, not in Texas: There is simply none like the Lone Star Star. Our coyotes wail, our sage blooms, our rabbits rush. Its history is rich and musical culture runs deep. All are lost until they have tasted their first honey butter.

— Thomas Portier (@tomas_portier) November 16, 2017

Utah:

Me in Utah: This state is problematic

Me anywhere else: Utah is a utopia cradled in the loving embrace of the Wasatch Mountains. The grid system is our nation's finest achievement. I am the child of a pioneer & a honeybee. Cafe Rio sauce flows through my veins. This is the place https://t.co/6KURvyDanF

— Sasha Smith (@SashaPSmith) November 26, 2017

Vermont:

Me in Vermont: It’s so cold. Get me out of this state. Me anywhere else: Jeezum crow, Vermont is the greatest state in the world. Home of Ben & Jerry’s. If you’ve never milked a cow or boiled sap you haven’t lived. We have parties in barns and frequently see Bernie Sanders.

— Natalie Jackson (@natjackski) November 26, 2017

Virginia:

Me in Virginia: this states mediocre

Me anywhere else: Virginia is home to the first English settlement and is the birthplace of 8 US presidents. Virginia is for Lovers. I came out of the womb and went to Kings Dominion. Our class took a field trip to Jamestown in the 3rd grade https://t.co/pKFi7q12Dr

— Taylor Bybee (@coasterstudios) November 27, 2017

Washington:

Me in Washington state: All this pollen is killing me.

Me anywhere else: I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME TO A TREE, ANY TREE, IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL DIE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOUR TREES. WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK DEAD IN THE WINTER.

— Bree Mae (@TheBreeMae) November 26, 2017

West Virginia:

Me in West Virginia: wow this place sucks Me anywhere else: WEST VIRGINIA MOUNTAIN MAMA. Beautiful nature!!! Scenic drives!!! We love our state so much our 8th grade history class is WV HISTORY!!! Too good for Virginia so we left!!!! GOLDEN HORSE SHOE!!! country rooooaaadz 🤘🏼 https://t.co/sYybMwmkcb

— hannah breen (@xHelloHannahhx) November 26, 2017

Wisconsin:

Me in Wisconsin: Wisco sucks lol

Me anywhere else: Wisconsin is amazing, we go to school in -40 degree weather. I was born on a November Sunday at Lambeau field. Knew how to Bucky before I was born. Cheese curds is my middle name.... Ope, I forgot to ask you where the bubbler is

— JENN•TIMM (@j_dizzledog) November 26, 2017

Wyoming:

Me in Wyoming: wow the weather is terrible; there is nothing & no one here Me anywhere else: Wyoming literally powers the nation. Yellowstone is the pride of America. The harsh, wild climate refines character. Only the best survive. We have mountains & peace. Ride for the brand. https://t.co/ulfWJE2v4u

— chelsey kay (@ChelsKay) November 26, 2017

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The United States of memes has something everyone can relate to

State pride is something we can all relate to — except when you're actually home.

Here’s a little bit of hometown pride from all 50 states.

Alabama:

Me in Alabama: fuck bama Me anywhere else: Alabama, land of the sweetest tea and brisket crafted by Saban's angels. Such a breathtaking countryside view, you can hear "roll tide" be whispered by the gods & banjos coming from up above.Sweet home, Alabama. Sweet home(sheds tear) https://t.co/pxErVuw5Lq

— adriana (@adrianaalewis) November 25, 2017

Alaska:

Me in Alaska : i hate it here Me everywhere else : Alaska is the biggest state and the most appreciative towards native Americans. My first word was northern lights. My bestfriend is literally a ptarmigan. I live on a glacier with my family of 100 moose. I bleed forget me nots. https://t.co/hQRNZ9f0Av

— 🎄Mistlehoe Em🎄 (@EmelyR1) November 26, 2017

Arizona:

— the simple coke of cola (@thxrosewoods) November 25, 2017

Arkansas:

Me in Arkansas: I gotta drive 35 miles to get a bottle of wine i hate this place Me anywhere else: first off how dare you it’s pronounced Ar-kan-SAW. i was conceived in the giant budweiser can and born in walmart. I cry every time I call the hogs. Kris Allen is my wallpaper. https://t.co/XDKKbgQYnq

— Landon Watson (@wildwildwatson) November 27, 2017

California:

Me in California: Cali is congested, expensive and overrated. Hate it Me outside California: the entirety of modern American culture relies on California. We are the technological heart that underpins the American economy. CA is simply the greatest geographical area in history

— jose (@MisterRudeman) November 15, 2017

Colorado:

me in colorado: why tf do people live here me anywhere else: colorado is the best state. I skied directly out of the womb and then hit a bong. I can guide myself anywhere using only the direction of the Rocky Mountains. My middle name is 4:20. Coors beer runs through my veins. https://t.co/cu6elIKnlK

— adele 🎄 (@rllinginthedeep) November 27, 2017

Connecticut:

Me in Connecticut: Ct sucks Me anywhere else: Connecticut is the constitution state. We are the backbone of America. We eat nutmegs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have swam up the Connecticut river. We sweat clam chowder. https://t.co/hiuqAfwjTU

— Sydney (@totallysyd) November 26, 2017

Delaware:

Me in Delaware: Delaware is cool. Me anywhere else: DELAWARE IS THE FIRST STATE FOR A REASON. Joe Biden is my uncle and YouDee is my first cousin. Sales tax who? I was born a Blue Hen and will die one. https://t.co/ukrLmhzLsX

— Christine (@misschristinewp) November 26, 2017

Florida:

Me in Florida: this state is so fucking hot I hate this tourist attracting, mosquito ridden swamp land I’m melting Me anywhere else: I live where you vacation! I drink orange juice every morning and eat Pub Subs every meal. My mother is an alligator, my father is Mickey Mouse https://t.co/XqKfmzbdEC

— S t e p h (@snreifschneider) November 26, 2017

Georgia:

Me in Georgia: Nothing ever happens here, I have to move. Me, not in Georgia: *BRAVES CHOPS THROUGH THE DOOR* DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME IF YOU HAVEN'T EATEN AT A WAFFLE HOUSE, CHICK-FIL-A IS MY SAVIOR, RISE UP BITCH, ATL HOOOOOEEEE

— Delaney Strunk (@delaknee) November 27, 2017

Hawaii:

Me in Hawaii: this rock is too small Me anywhere else: Hawaii is the most beautiful place on earth. Surfed to school. Had a pet dolphin. Ohana means family. Lilo and stitch or die. Protect da aina. Nothing but respect for MY queen Liliuokalani. https://t.co/K16zW6O7BX

— yay-c (@Jchitzz) November 26, 2017

Idaho:

Me in Idaho: This state has some serious issues Me anywhere else: The Gem State is an actual gift from God. I was born and raised by potatoes. My first words were “Vote for Pedro,” and I was breast fed fry sauce. I bathe every morning down at the crick. It’s Boi-SEE, not Boi-Z https://t.co/daJ8fF6bEW

— Paige Lea (@paigevlea) November 27, 2017

Illinois:

Me in Illinois: IL sucks I hate it here Me anywhere else: Illinois is the heart of the United States. Born and raised in one of our many cornfields, the first word I ever spoke was “ope.” By the age of 5, I was consuming Ranch Dressing in gallons. I eat Portillo’s once a day. https://t.co/9eV1LbfpjZ

— z (@actualIyzoe) November 27, 2017

Indiana:

— alexia (@ajzippysplits) November 26, 2017

Iowa:

Me in Iowa: Iowa winters suck I need to move somewhere warm Me anywhere else: Iowa is the backbone of this country. Our farmers are essential to this economy. My mom is a corn stalk and my dad is a can of Busch Light. I eat a side of ranch with every meal https://t.co/OAN6M1cZdk

— Clarice LeBlanc (@clariceleblanc) November 26, 2017

Kansas:

Me in Kansas: I hate Kansas Me anywhere else: I’ve seen burnt ends save marriages. K-10 is basically the autobahn of america, so that’s a thrill. I can name all 87 breeds of chickens and have a full back tattoo of the Flint Hills. I will be married in a quiktrip parking lot. https://t.co/ry9uddl5Lz

— D Henry Hanson (@hewhoisd) November 27, 2017

Kentucky:

Me in Kentucky: KY is so dull Me anywhere else: I came out of the womb drinking sweet tea and yelling Go Cats. I rode a racehorse before I could walk. Ale 8 is the drink of the gods and I’ve never once said “you all.” Hot browns and bourbon are the lifeblood of our people. https://t.co/IhsAgd91AW

— Amanda Thurman (@amandaplease445) November 26, 2017

Louisiana:

Me in Louisiana: This state is garbage Me anywhere else: Louisiana is the only state in America where anyone can cook. Louis Armstrong should be on the $100 bill. I made love to a beignet. https://t.co/DK5MIN8Mp8

— North Pole PPFA 🎅🏻 (@mcquizzay) November 26, 2017

Maine:

Me in Maine: This place is the worst Me anywhere else: Maine is the most beautiful state ever. I bleed pine sap. I eat blueberries for all meals & have lobster claws for hands. I love the coast. Let's to to Canada this weekend. Bonfire anyone? https://t.co/NNHTwm4BGN

— Bay (@bayleigh_b) November 26, 2017

Maryland:

me in Maryland: this place is the armpit of America me anywhere else: l put Old Bay seasoning on EVERYthing. l learned how to pick crabs before l could walk. Our flag is so beautiful. l love the Chesapeake Bay. l have had sex with a blue crab.

— holly jolly jordank (@jordank1230) November 19, 2017

Massachusetts:

Me in Massachusetts: Mass sucks Me anywhere else: Massachusetts is where the revolution started we basically started the country. My first word was wicked and my mother breastfed me iced Dunkin’ coffee. I had road rage before I could walk. https://t.co/4H6NFjAb8U

— Kyle Manley (@tsmoochiewall) November 25, 2017

Michigan:

me in michigan: this sucks it’s so boring me anywhere else: my first food was a coney dog. it’s pop not soda! detroit is coming back. I love going up north. 4 of the 5 great lakes prefer michigan. I can look south to canada. vernors cures any ailment. construction is a season. https://t.co/G16Vyt0oAa

— skyler (@skylerleslie) November 26, 2017

Minnesota:

Me in Minnesota: Minnesota nice? More like MN passive aggressive Me elsewhere: We have 4 seasons and 10,000+ lakes. I learned to shovel snow before I could walk. Something about surviving seasonal depression creates a sense of community. Have you seen the Minneapolis art scene? https://t.co/ubGDLmQsIZ

— ally 🌿 (@_appelmom) November 26, 2017

Mississippi:

Me in Mississippi:I can’t even go outside without getting dirty. I hope I don’t become obese. Me everywhere else: I live in the crooked letter state where everybody kin folk & the food is the best. We got koolaid pickles, ice cups, & the smallest towns ever. What’s hannin 😎🤪 https://t.co/YAKqXGyumX

— shekinah 🌸🐣💙 (@KinahMonroe) November 27, 2017

Missouri:

Me in Missouri: man i hate it here im going to move far away once im done with school Me anywhere else: Country music is my everything. I could hogtie a calf before I was in preschool. I live in the gateway arch. I can fit 20 cornstalks in my mouth and my father is a hay bale https://t.co/9JF8Bspbi4

— Katherine Lewis (@Katherine_Lewi) November 27, 2017

Montana:

— Zoie Koostra (@zee_a_koostra) November 27, 2017

Nebraska:

me in Nebraska: I hate this corn field me anywhere else: I’d kill for a temperature Tuesday @ Runza. Ope sorry, I’m just gonna squeeze right past ya. Could I get a pop with that? What do u mean you’ve never been to the CWS? *farmer waves to a stranger as I drive the speed limit* https://t.co/fH6f6XYym8

— Scout Petersen (@scoutpetersen) November 27, 2017

Nevada:

Me in Nevada: ugh Me in anywhere else: Why is every store closing at 8 like most store should be 24 hrs tf is this bullshit??? https://t.co/wCRXTM274A

— ems (@iiied) November 27, 2017

New Hampshire:

Me in New Hampshire: NH is just hillbillies and trees. Me anywhere else: New Hampshire is the home to all things New England. I bleed granite. My parents are trees in perfect fall foliage. A Robert Frost poem was my first word. No sales tax is my life. LIVE FREE OR DIE. https://t.co/3Hwok0rZKv

— Terisé (@terisemcole) November 25, 2017

New Jersey:

Me in New Jersey: I can't believe I live in the armpit of the country Me anywhere else: listen we have ocean, cities, mountains, and roller coasters. It's called pork roll. I love Wawa and I don't know how to pump my own gas. Central jersey is fake. Also go birds https://t.co/JxeqsEndAi

— hayley (@all_HAYL) November 22, 2017

New Mexico:

— Gabrielle 🌲 (@raisingbabyclem) November 27, 2017

New York:

Me in New York: New York is boring Me anywhere else: New York is literally the best state ever. We got the city, the Christmas tree, the Yankees. If you’re not from New York you’re “mad” irrelevant ya heard https://t.co/IB2kkxQMEq

— Acon (@a_conn8) November 26, 2017

North Carolina:

Me in North Carolina: I hate NC Me anywhere else: I once saw a dead man rise after the pastor dropped a bag of Cook Out’s Cajun fries in his coffin. The construction on Hillsborough Street is a small price to pay for the beauty and culture of Raleigh. We are all Cackalacky. https://t.co/OwTmpJZS9P

— Splenda Pappy (@caroline_oreo) November 25, 2017

North Dakota:

me in north dakota: this state is so boring me anywhere else: this is the most peaceful state. we are the farmers of america. i could milk a cow before i could walk. my mother is a cornstalk & my father is a holstein cow. https://t.co/w8InFakVu4

— swaggy-t (@taylorajohnson8) November 27, 2017

Ohio:

Me in Ohio: ohio sucks its just corn fields and potholes Me anywhere else: scarlet and gray are the only two colors i see. i was born in a buckeye tree. the pumpkin show runs through my veins. cedar point is the only amusement park. im getting married in a kroger. https://t.co/Gy5THontOq

— seth (@sthrvs) November 26, 2017

Oklahoma:

Me in Oklahoma: ugh we are so fucked Me anywhere else: my left fist is Will Rogers, my right is Woody Guthrie, I will punch anyone who doesn't love chicken fried steak. The land we belong to is grand but also we should give it back to the indigenous as promised. https://t.co/wyOL1X9Bak

— chogborts head girl (@memphispunch) November 27, 2017

Oregon:

Me in Oregon: Oregon sucks Me anywhere else: Oregon is my life. My first word was recycling. No I don’t know how to pump gas and what the fuck is sales tax? I learned to compost before I learned to walk. I breastfed on coffee and my 1st food was Dave’s killer bread

— Shelby Behr (@ShelbyBehr) November 27, 2017

Pennsylvania:

Me in Pennsylvania: Pa sucks Me anywhere else: Pennsylvania is Home to the one and only liberty bell. I was born on the field of Gettysburg where my father Benjamin Franklin invented Hershey’s chocolate on a cheesesteak. https://t.co/vb6F37vXIJ

— Brighid (@jakeefswag) November 26, 2017

Rhode Island:

me in Rhode Island: I'm getting outta here me anywhere else: I'm thirsty, where can I find a bubbler? Where is the nearest Dunkin' Donuts? What do you mean you don't know what coffee milk is? Oh you know someone from RI? What's their name? I probably know them https://t.co/cVDKXb3pU4

— Ellyn Narodowy (@Enarodowy) November 25, 2017

South Carolina:

me in south carolina: i want to die me anywhere else: have you ever been to charleston? the low country is just SO beautiful. i drink brackish water to survive. don’t like the coast? greenville is the fourth fastest growing city in the us. you can see mountains from downtown :) https://t.co/hz0h4X3YY6

— George Maxcy (@georgemaxcy) November 25, 2017

South Dakota:

me in South Dakota: I hate this homogenous tundra me anywhere else: Have you seen a jackrabbit run? The badlands is the most underrated national park. Tom Brokaw. Could you drive at 14? Because I could. https://t.co/RDpWUmaUYa

— K. Hansen (@kiesehansen) November 27, 2017

Tennessee:

— ❄️Ab-vent Calendar❄️ (@starbob0mb) November 27, 2017

Texas:

— Thomas Portier (@tomas_portier) November 16, 2017

Utah:

Me in Utah: This state is problematic Me anywhere else: Utah is a utopia cradled in the loving embrace of the Wasatch Mountains. The grid system is our nation's finest achievement. I am the child of a pioneer & a honeybee. Cafe Rio sauce flows through my veins. This is the place https://t.co/6KURvyDanF

— Sasha Smith (@SashaPSmith) November 26, 2017

Vermont:

— Natalie Jackson (@natjackski) November 26, 2017

Virginia:

Me in Virginia: this states mediocre Me anywhere else: Virginia is home to the first English settlement and is the birthplace of 8 US presidents. Virginia is for Lovers. I came out of the womb and went to Kings Dominion. Our class took a field trip to Jamestown in the 3rd grade https://t.co/pKFi7q12Dr

— Taylor Bybee (@coasterstudios) November 27, 2017

Washington:

Me in Washington state: All this pollen is killing me. Me anywhere else: I NEED YOU TO TAKE ME TO A TREE, ANY TREE, IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL DIE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOUR TREES. WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK DEAD IN THE WINTER.

— Bree Mae (@TheBreeMae) November 26, 2017

West Virginia:

— hannah breen (@xHelloHannahhx) November 26, 2017

Wisconsin:

Me in Wisconsin: Wisco sucks lol Me anywhere else: Wisconsin is amazing, we go to school in -40 degree weather. I was born on a November Sunday at Lambeau field. Knew how to Bucky before I was born. Cheese curds is my middle name.... Ope, I forgot to ask you where the bubbler is

— JENN•TIMM (@j_dizzledog) November 26, 2017

Wyoming:

— chelsey kay (@ChelsKay) November 26, 2017

[h/t:BuzzFeed]

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