#are gen y and millennials the same

[techandtravel]

Who Are Millennials and Gen Z?

Who Are Millennials and Gen Z? Who Are Millennials and Gen Z?Meet the MillennialsGetting to Know Generation ZWhat They Have in CommonWhat Makes Them DifferentMillennials Generation Z Meet the Millennials Millennials, or Generation Y, are people born between the early 1980s and the mid-1990s. They were among the first to grow up with computers and the internet. So, they’re pretty comfortable…

[vindicated-truth]

Here's an amusing trivia:

Despite their age gap, Lee Dongsik and Han Joowon are technically still of the same generation. Dongsik being born in 1981 makes him early Millennial (Gen Y), and Joowon being born in 1994 makes him a late Millennial. When you think about it, their 13-year age gap isn't that big if they technically still belong in the same generation.

Shin Hakyun and Yeo Jingoo are another story however, as they have a 23-year age gap. Hakyun being born in 1974 makes him right in the middle of Gen X, and Jingoo being born in 1997 makes him early Gen Z. That makes them not only one, but two generations apart.

[peachycrisis]

Human Again

Chapter 6

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Angel and Alastor talk, and Alastor Opens Up.

Angel makes a discovery.

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Alastor looked around his new radio tower. It had the same spark and feel as his older one, but seemed to be a lot more modernized. Gold accents littered the walls, red vines hung from the ceiling. On the far right side of the studio was a huge console, perfect for broadcasting his radio shows, and on the far left was a comfy couch stained blood red, modernized but also still retro, just the way Alastor liked it. Alastor stood and took in everything he was seeing. Even though they didn’t know that he was alive, they still took the time to rebuild his precious tower.

Even though he could have been dead, they still made it for him regardless.

Why?

“Hey, smiles..?” Angel asked, tapping on the man’s shoulder. “You okay? You’ve been kind of.. standing there for a hot moment.”

Alastor sighed, then smiled, wiping the now dried tears off of his cheek. The walk to the tower had been relatively silent, besides the occasional sniffles and hiccups from the former deer man. Alastor ran his hand through his curly locks and turned his head to face the spider, who was directly next to him.

“Why?”

Angel paused.

“What do you mean Al?”

“Why did you do this?” Alastor asked softly, he turned away from Angel and looked down at the ground, his hands started fidgeting.

His hands hadn’t done that in nearly 90 years.

“I mean, I could of been dead… I should have been dead- I… I…” the man stuttered, he dropped the smile once more as he began to scratch his arms in attempt to ground himself- to gain control once more. “You guys didn’t know that I was alive, and you still rebuilt this for me… why?”

Angels breath hitched at the vulnerability that was radiating from the former demon, no one knows what truly happened to him- but one thing is for sure, his stubborn ass has suddenly become capable of ‘human emotions.’

or as close to human emotions as a psychopath could have.

“Huh,��� Angel softly chuckled, “seems like the stick has finally shot out your ass, huh smiles?”

Alastor shot him a glance, tears in his eyes.

“You know I don’t understand your… millennial, gen.. f y z- whatever it is terminology, Angel Dust.”

“Al, we lived around the same time, I died like 10 years after you-“ Angel looked down to see the man’s hands scraping away at the skin on his already scared forearms- each scratch leaving a new red mark on his tanned skin.

How did he get those scars? He has always been covered up, showing even the slightest amount of skin is seen as scandalous on him.

But that isn’t important, the important thing right now is comforting his… friend…?

Angel moved to stand in front of Alastor, and softly grazed his hand on top of the others. The man’s hands were warm and clammy- yet soft and strong. He grabbed the man’s hand, preventing it from doing any more damage to his forearm, and squeezed it tight, he could feel the man’s hands shake in his grip, so he began to attempt to soothe him by running his thumb up and down across the soft skin of his outer hand. This seemed to work well enough, as he was able to see the man in front of him begin to relax.

God, he looks actually… really adorable…? Angel thought to himself as he used his other hand to grab Alastors other hand, holding them in front of him, between the two men. He squeezed both of the man’s hands.

“I know you’re scared Smiles, and that is okay. If any of us were in your situation, we would be scared too.” His glance moved from the hands that separated the two, to the man in front of him- making eye contact with Alastors brown eyes.

“And we rebuilt your tower because we care about you, and we wanted to you have something familiar to come back to when you came back to the hotel, whether that had to take weeks, months, or even years. We did it not because we felt bad, but because we care about you. We want you to feel comfortable and we all knew deep down that even if you didn’t show it, or even think about it directly- we knew, and I think you know too, that you do deeply care about this hotel, whether you believe in Charlie’s dream of redeeming sinners or not. We know deep down you wouldn’t give up on us, so we will never give up on you- whether your the radio demon, or your true self.”

Angel moved his left hand from Alastors, and placed it on his chest.

“And I believe that this experience has allowed you to finally figure out who you are again, rather than the image of what you want people to think you are.”

Alastor stared at Angel, mouth wide open and glistening with tears, he looked away from the spider.

“My mother always used to tell me “We just gotta think good thoughts and hope that everything passes. A smile is a valuable tool, it assures that through anything that comes our way- we will always be the ones in control,” My mother was my best friend. You know, people like me weren’t treated very well during my time of living, dear. It was really her and me against the world.”

Alastor sighed, and used his newly free hand to wipe some stray tears that had escaped.

“When she died, I promised her that I would never let me feel inferior ever again. And that’s exactly what happened, in life- and in death. I became a smiling psychopath in life, just like many of the people that were brought down here, but down here I had become a monster, and there’s no redeeming that.”

Alastor sadly chuckled, as Angel listened, watching his face as he opened up. He was nearly unrecognizable.

“Even though I don’t want to admit it, occasionally I do think about what she would think of me… heh, she would probably think I was a monster, which is reasonable. She would probably be pissed off at the fact that I have used the radio accent for nearly 90 years.”

“Radio accent?” Angel asked, was the transatlantic accent not his actually accent? What?

“Yes, this is not my original accent- I have just spoke long enough with this one that I had practically forgotten how to speak in my natural voice. I grew up in a Creole family in Louisiana, which is surprising considering how I looked as a demon. I tried so hard to… as kids these days would say, “white wash” myself in order to fit in more with the people around us, which I seemed to be eternally cursed with once I got to hell… the white wash, the smile, the accent, the works.” Alastor chuckled, running his hands, once again through his curly locks.

“Being back in this body brings back some… conflicting feelings, especially when it comes to my life and death. It feels like reverse puberty.” Alastor sighed, finally escaping the grip of Angel Dust- finding the nearest chair to him- which happened to be the blood red couch, and practically fell into it.

Angel watched as the man’s hair bounced with the movement with his head, how his smile began to slightly resurface- showcasing his pink lips. He watched as the man’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, finally relaxing after a while. He took note of the man’s shirt, half undone- and his sleeves rolled up half wa-

Oh no.

No. No. No.

Angel can’t.

Or maybe, just possibly he has changed enough.

[roadhogsbigbelly]

while i'm at it i do genuinely get kind of pissed when people attribute causes like black lives matter or freepalestine to "gen z" because besides the fact that's genuinely insulting to like. the years of activism that's been going on for decades if not centuries, (which is sort of the reason these issues aren't as controversial with zoomers, we didn't suddenly because more progressive than ever other generational out of nowhere, we do need to kind of contribute some of that to the generations before us, sorry) but also because it feels like they're are alot of (not all but alot) white zoomers seem to be SO attached to their generational identity, because they kind of use it as an excuse not to view their own personal biases or try to be actively more progressive, because they're convinced being the same age or close to the same age as other activists somehow means anything. and not just white queer tumblr users but also like. 20 year cishet white boy zoomers who also use being "gen z" as an excuse to not be criticized for their same annoying white boy beliefs (again not technically anything new you can find like. millennials 10 years ago talking about how when the previous generation dies out racism will be gone, but it does feel more amplified due to social media being even more mainstream and therefore it does feel both like "gen z" is more hivemind-y but also that more millennials are afraid to call it out because they're afraid of looking out of touch)

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Fallen Idols

Welcome to “Okay So It’s Not a Loki Episode, but I’m Still Super Magnanimous and That’s the Biggest Takeaway Here: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e5: Fallen Idols.

Our boys get intrigued by a case that involves James Dean’s car as a murder suspect, which turns into a series of murders, all seemingly by famous dead people. It’s…weird, to say the least (and can I get an “amen” to the idea that it sounds like something Loki would do? Thank you.) The culprit is Leshi, a pagan god from the Balkans who has found a new feeding ground by transforming into the likenesses of famous people and feeding off their fans. It takes the form of Paris Hilton in the end and wails on both Sam and Dean before Sam can kill it. Cut to an end scene in which the brothers actually…talk? About their feelings? This, too, is weird.

Mace:

maybe open the garage door first?

Lor: 

naaaaaw

Mace:

absolute banana loafs

oh GROSS

Lor:

RIGHT?

mmmm Baby engine

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

"back"? where's "back"? they are IN the only home they have. there's no "get back" from anywhere they ever go pets them

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

omg Dean's "you are so stupid" face

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

down, Dean

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"oh we are definitely checking this out"

Mace:

how his little face just lights up talking about it

Lor:

YAAAAAS

OMG ROLLED UP SHIRT SLEEVES

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

AND NOW HE'S ON A CREEPER I CANNOT

Mace:

HA

OMG SAMMY

Lor:

haaaahahaha SAM

YES

"don't even look at her or she might not like it" I love him

Mace:

YES

Lor:

he needs someone to gently massage his neck and give him little temple kisses

Mace:

okay, if it disappeared, then there’s no research to do, and surely someone else has already done it

HA

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

esp THAT car

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER stop lying to girls to get laid. for one thing, it's not necessary

Mace:

right?!?! Jesus, honey, just smile at them

Lor:

RIGHT?

he's mad at you for correcting papers in red ink

Mace:

HA

Lor:

i love that their "this cop is an idiot" faces are different

Mace:

I CAN UNDERSTAND HER

Lor:

"she's not making any sense in Spanish either" like he would know

OMG THAT'S AWESOME

Mace:

HAHAAHA

Lor:

well done!

Mace:

thanks!

omg Sam’s FACE

Lor:

YES

Mace:

i don’t remember this ep at all, but it’s got to be Loki, right?

Lor:

I know nothing, Mace

Mace:

sigh

Lor:

lol Sam's face when he says "that look like James Dean" he's so done

Mace:

LORE

EVERYBODY DRINK

YES

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

omg Sammy you are so hot when you’re correcting language

Lor:

yeah, Sam, well, say it in Latin, buddy

LOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

nnnnnggg henley and leaning

Mace:

YES

Lor:

that Ghandi one was really good. looks just like Ben Kingsley

Mace:

I’m pretty sure Gandhi was a dick, wasn’t he?

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

I dunno maybe?

Mace:

I feel like I vaguely remember that he was hugely racist or misogynistic or something

Lor:

i know someone in the history of my schooling made me watch that movie but I remember like NONE of it

Lor:

lol Dean's "aaaaah THERE it is" look

Mace:

YES

I’ve never seen it

Lor:

who's... Gen Y? isn't that what they called millennials before they called us that? because they mostly wouldn't be kids?

Mace:

no idea

Lor:

OMG DEAN

Lor:

he and I are the same person, I swear

Mace:

HAHAHA

dude, don’t lean into the jumps scare, christ

Lor:

RIGHT?

lol even a hunter raised in the life first thinks it's his big brother being a jerk when something goes bump

Mace:

“wanna see my Gandhi impression?”

HAHAHA YES

Lor:

lol

"couldn't've been a fan of someone cool?"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

omg Dean laughing at Sam

Lor:

YES

"that is good. even for you, that is good"

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

iiii feel like there's a little revisionist history going on there, Sammy, hon

Mace:

huh

Lor:

lolol this poor sherriff

Mace:

right?

Lor:

I mean I feel like Dean does treat him like his little brother, but not like he's not an equal?

omg his ARM

Mace:

I disagree. Dean still thinks Sam’s being away at college and rejecting The John Cause makes him lesser

Lor:

huh. interesting

Mace:

that compounds with his Big Brother Knows Best business

Lor:

well he certainly has that

maybe it's the characterization of "dragging me around" that I disagree with? Sam always chooses to come back? and it's not like Sam never picks the case or directs where they're going to go

Mace:

letting him make some of the decisions is not the same as treating him as an equal

Lor:

I can't get over the fact that Paris Hilton agreed to do this

mmm, fair

Mace:

I can’t believe they wanted her to

Lor:

LOL

it's so meta. I really hope she gets it

omg the wink

Mace:

huh. I really don’t care if she did or not.

YES

Lor:

I sense that you do not care for PH

Mace:

i do not think about her at all, in fact

Lor:

very good. I think watching this episode is the only time I've ever thought about her. except for the times I had to read persuasive essays about her from students

Mace:

ha!

Lor:

awww, Dean offering to let him drive

Mace:

indeed. LETTING him drive. but sure, he totally sees him as equal.

Lor:

Dude it's HIS CAR

Mace:

it’s their father’s car.

it’s THEIR car

Lor:

he gave it to Dean, though

Mace:

fine, but making a big deal out of LETTING him drive it is my point

Lor:

grumble mutter whispers maybe you have a point

Mace:

graciously lets you joint the correct side of the argument

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

it's always been your magnanimous spirit that's drawn me to you, Mace

[aibidil]

I watched this interesting YouTube video a few months ago about why it seems like people today look younger than they used to (like, see a photo of your dad at 35 and then dudes today who are 35) and they were saying most of it is really just a bias where our brains impute age from the fashion/vibe.

I can't stop thinking about this since -- and so much of it is about defining ourselves as NOT what came before. My aunts who are in their 80s have these hairstyles that are very carefully NOT looking like my grandma, who had the white curls short do. I would never consider cutting my hair short bc it reminds me of my mom in the 90s with the poofy top, short hair mom do. I have never dyed my hair despite the greys, and somehow this isn't "old" coded to me -- because none of the people in the previous generation ever went gray!!! To me, it looks older to have dyed hair!!!

But just as wild, this also applies to those who are younger than us! The best example I have of this is men's sock choice with shorts and sneakers. When I was a kid, dads wore EXCLUSIVELY high socks, usually white, with shorts and sneakers. I believe my dad died without ever wearing an ankle sock. So dudes my age just deeply feel that the high socks are old-coded and have worn low-cut socks their entire adulthood. But now the next Gen is wearing high socks! Usually black! Like these kids would not be caught dead in a low sock. So clearly this type of fashion identity means that we enter cycles of fashion, or weird onward evolution to try to come up with things that don't have Old connotation.

I keep getting these suggested posts about how millennials should stop dressing x and and do y instead, and I just feel like it's somewhat futile to attempt to get around these beliefs because they are SO ingrained. Even if it fit my gender, I would never consider wearing a skintight mini-dress! That's something that Uncle Jesse's girlfriends would wear in 1992 when I was a smol! No one my age would wear that!!! I don't care if it would make me look less "of my generation", because to ME the connotations are ✨HAVE MERCY✨

So when we look at people who are older than us and think they are dressing old, what's fascinating is that they AREN'T dressing old according to their own definition of what it looks like to be old. And paradoxically, sometimes when you tell someone older to dress younger, you're asking them to wear something that, to their embedded understanding, actually, to them, looks OLD!

Anyway fashion is fake but this is also all very very real in terms of how deep these things are in us, and I think people don't dress "old," they simply dress according to their own generation, and attempting to get around that is pretty much never going to work.

Which isn't to say you should wear the same thing forever, but the potential zone of fashion possibilities is going to be different for each generation, and maybe that's kinda lovely 🤷🏻

[explorationsoftheid]

I’ve been hearing a common thread running through many different communities. X is not black and white, not a yes/no on or off switch, it’s a spectrum of behaviours. Whether its the autistic community, or the aro/ace community or trans, gay, lesbian, adhd, bipolar, or a dozen other communities I encounter, I hear the same refrain. My group is part of a spectrum, we are not all alike. Just because your friend who’s X acts one way, it doesn’t mean that I will.

Perhaps this is a clue that everything in human experience is a bit grey, a bit fuzzy. That we shouldn’t ever assume that anyone is going to fit some stereotype, or be just like someone with a similar description. Not all people of African descent will be the same. Not all First Nations people will be the same. Not all muslims or christians or jews will be the same. No one that’s part if the lgbtq+ community will necessarily be like any other. Neurodivergent people are all individuals. People with physical disabilities are all unique. Gen X, Y, Z, and Millennials are all different from others in their cohort. The same goes for boomers too. EVEN PEOPLE NAMED KAREN, are not all the same. We are all the unique products of our intrinsic traits and our upbringing. No one has the same history.

So, how about we all stop profiling each other? We need to get to know each other before passing judgement. Because after all, when people encounter us, don’t we want them to treat us as individuals, not as a one size fits all label?

[gothicdicordia]

(Im having all these weird conversations with my weak disabled self and it's trying to tell me I can't do all these things that I have set before myself.

And then I just tell it that you can't say that and you're not the boss of me.)

I woke up and realized the path my mom is going to take us "cling to religion." It's one of her defaults when things get rough and she needs something to bipolar-ly obsess about. And I don't want anything of it.

Because church allows her to decide that church makes her better. But at the same time she looks around at the big, boring Methodist Church and wants to change it .

If you're not familiar with the Methodist, they are not Evangelical and don't regularly practice the gifts of the spirit. And honestly that's cool because if you've ever experienced AG or Evangelical Church, it's a whole pack of crazy.

So the whole basis of the fruits of the spirits is inspired by a mass delusion, which is a spiritual frenzy invoked through music, dance and rolling around on the floor. And as for the gift of prophecy, it's simply just hyper awareness. The cleansing of demons sheer delusion and suggestion.

Problem with bipolar delusions and mass delusions in general is is that people invariably think they are very real and their imaginations add to the experience. Suddenly everything links up and the illusion creates a pattern that doesn't exist.

So while she's speaking about why church is such a great place to be, she's also complaining intensely about all the things she doesn't like about it. And revealing that she had expressed this in a Bible study.

Thus, making me realize that she's probably about to be kicked out of the church if she continues on her usual tangent and that's the ultimate cringe for me. Mentally she needs acceptance, not rejection, but her approach to being accepted is to prove that she's useful by being judgmental and improving the place that she's at, despite the fact that everything is probably happy with the current situation.

And I pointed this out that the church is widely attended and apparently everybody likes what's going on. So implementing change with disable that equilibrium and no one wants that.

And here she is Miss California. Trying to suggest that they change things to make things better. Her version is better. Is the 1980s 1990s version of the non-denominational California Christian Church.

And that particular moment in time has evolved into the modern manifestation of Gen. Y millennial California Christian Church which is highly Musical but very much not like it was in the '80s or 90s.

That's my gift of prophecy being able to see causal events play out much like I did when my ex husband got fired. Or my own terrible moments.

[affectiondeficitdisorder]

Stuff I Didn't Say...

...to men on online dating sites

I’m in a pissy mood, so trust me when I tell you it could be worse. I have, at least, learned restraint of pen and tongue over the years. Okay, maybe not pen. Here are some interactions I didn’t have with men on Bumble and/or Hinge (the two dating apps where I can be found):

To the guy I politely texted “I enjoyed our chat, but I don’t see us as a match” after a phone call that revealed we were absolutely, undeniably not a match, and who texted back: "Well thanks for wasting my time….” Dude, we were on the phone together. You wasted the exact same amount of my time. Did that not occur to you?

To the 20-something who contacts me regularly, insisting that he’s older than the last time I told him he was too young for me: I am also older than the last time. The same amount older. Is there something in the Y chromosome that blinds people to equivalency? Does time only happen to men?

To the below-average-looking 60-year-old whose profile reads: “In an open marriage, NOT a sugar daddy…” what exactly are you offering, and to whom? Apparently neither the chance of a committed relationship nor the possibility a fun time is on the menu. Do you think your dick is magic?

To the male friends whom I know to be in relationships that I see on the apps: I’m not going to say anything to you or to your partner, because I don’t want to hurt her plus I don’t know your life. DADT (Don’t Ask Don’t Tell) is a thing and none of my business. But my first assumption — that you’re a liar and a cheat — is statistically probably true, and it will affect how I look at you going forward. 

To the guys who mark their politics as Moderate but pose with dead fish and live ammo, are unvaccinated and hate Joe Biden with a burning passion… sorry, but you’re not a Moderate. That’s not what “moderate” means. 

To the guy standing next to the Lamborghini, the Ferrari or the McLaren in hopes of — what, attracting a woman he can later complain is only interested in his money? … Sweetie, I can see that’s a public parking lot. If you want to persuade me that you own a fancy car, you have to take the picture in your own garage. 

To all the men who have a drink in their hand in Every. Single. Profile. Picture… you might be fine. All those glasses of alcohol might be a total coincidence. But if you ever want to go to a meeting or anything, you just let me know.

***

Below is the profile photo that Bumble‘s algorithm decided should lead my profile page. I think they like it because I’m wearing tight pants. I like it because it was unposed; I was caught being delighted by an unexpected disco ball. 

Closing note: I find the apps to be as frustrating as most women of a certain age do. Yes, men of my generation age-gate their matches to women my daughter-in-law’s age. Yes, the paradox of choice makes it hard to invest much time or energy into any one person. Yes, a huge percentage of the profiles are overseas scammers. (Hint: If the word “honest” or “honesty” appears more than once in his profile, he’s a fake.) Yes, people lie about their age, their height, their career and their marital status. But it’s still a fascinating amateur study in sociology. For one, it shows how the population in Southern California over age 50 is still mostly white, while the population under age 50 is anything but. That’s a big demographic shift. I also notice that there is a metric shitload of single men in their 40’s. You can’t even say it’s a Gen X or a Millennial thing, as it spans both generations. Men born in the 1970s are overrepresented, at least in this town at this time. What’s up with that?

Mostly, I wonder if dating apps are keeping us lonely by giving us the illusion of not being lonely. I can talk to men all day and all night, but I’m still sleeping with my dog. No shade on the dog; he’s a good boy. But virtual connection isn’t genuine connection, and maybe that’s why we get frustrated, and I get pissy. But I will try to keep my yap shut about it. My pen, not so much.

[beardedmrbean]

Oh sorry about my preaching my jokes, just been tired of the meta and wendon commentary that been force onto my generation

Also like in Velma

“You these types of stories are usually about popular white guys who get more power? Well not mine!”-bitch you are doing a adult comedy from a kids franchise that supposed to be a gateway into mystery genre

Also we know you came from a white collar family and went to Darthmouth college

Also like my Chinese wizards having a cannibalism issues. The reference is the numerous sources saying that Chinese ate other humans during times of crisis and warfare

Vs modern writers who trying to subvert tropes

There a fundamental difference between a Gen x and Millennial cinemaphile who picked up on Disney animation movies tropes VS a child who first Disney movie that can remember influencing them is Encanto or coco

Modern writers completely forgot that

It also like my Judas joke with Yasuke and Akechi. I just use the historical context as Judas is the golden standard for betrayal so, depending how they executed his jesuits connections, so him calling Akechi Judas made sense.

Also another thing, Japan been the most requested setting for ac. To the point the offical Twitter made a joke about it

https://x.com/assassinscreed/status/1569400536205594625?s=46

But I recall many people said they got into AC because of the Ancient Greece and Egypt games. So I expect a lot of new blood will come in. And it seem red will be the same especially as it going to take place between the major trilogies and sagas

So naeo is going to be the ultimate shinobi fantasy we wanted. While Yasuke will be used to newcomers to explain the whole secret war. Dialogue like this

Yasuke: So the assassins and Templars, weren’t they destroyed by the Mongols and Templars burn by the French king?

A European assassin(who I would make the grandson of ezio as a callback): We are much older than our crusaders incarnations. My grandfather found records saying that Brutus and Cassius was one of us. There are even whispers that both orders can trace themselves back to ancient Egypt

Y: What that got to do with Japan?

A: It is said that an order of Xuia (founder statue was in ac2 and the mobile game Jade will focus on them) killed the first emperor of China who was supported by the Templars forerunners. This conflict have been around since the dawn of humanity. And I sense the Templars know of something that Oda founded.

Rough but this what I meant like a issue why writing

Oh sorry about my preaching my jokes, just been tired of the meta and wendon commentary that been force onto my generation Also like in Velma “You these types of stories are usually about popular white guys who get more power? Well not mine!”-bitch you are doing a adult comedy from a kids franchise that supposed to be a gateway into mystery genre

You're good no worries, and ya how do you screw up Scooby Doo, start by removing Scooby and then move on to shoehorning politics and SocJus stuff in there.

Also like my Chinese wizards having a cannibalism issues. The reference is the numerous sources saying that Chinese ate other humans during times of crisis and warfare

Not terribly uncommon honestly, there's the old law of the sea that absolves sailors of wrongdoing in case of cannibalism if starvation is the only other option and the person being eaten is chosen fairly.

There a fundamental difference between a Gen x and Millennial cinemaphile who picked up on Disney animation movies tropes VS a child who first Disney movie that can remember influencing them is Encanto or coco Modern writers completely forgot that

Gen-X is the parents of them, older Millennials too, more Gen-X tho.

Nice they listened

But I recall many people said they got into AC because of the Ancient Greece and Egypt games. So I expect a lot of new blood will come in. And it seem red will be the same especially as it going to take place between the major trilogies and sagas

New fans mean more sales so that's likely part of the plan,

So naeo is going to be the ultimate shinobi fantasy we wanted. While Yasuke will be used to newcomers to explain the whole secret war. Dialogue like this Rough but this what I meant like a issue why writing

Ya needs polish, but it's not bad either, not as a plot outline at least.

[pokytoad]

actually as a 23 y/o I can explain why we hash out generations so much, my coworkers are insufferable millennials all born in the mid-80s/early-90s and they love to do the

"WOWW I was graduating high school when you were born!"

"Do you know what a typewriter is?"

"Do you know what a nokia is?"

"Did you ever have to use a PAPER MAP????"

THING and its fucking annoying!!!!! We're not that far apart in age but our life experiences - especially growing up - are so polarized that they can't help themselves and I can guarantee you in another 5-10 years its gonna be the same shit between zillenials and True Gen Z/Gen Alpha whatever the fuck lol

[echofromtheabyss]

Is TMI/oversharing a huge generational difference between X and Y?

I don't feel like Gen Xrs have ever openly talked about sex as much as Millennials, at the same ages, though I don't think we were or are less horny.

[emtmercy]

When I was a kid they considered us gen Y and I think we should bring that back because it’s so weird to be in my twenties and have gen z be like 20 and millennials be like 40

Like people who didn’t have lock down drills as a kid are not in the same gen as me

[byneddiedingo]

Greta Gerwig in Frances Ha (Noah Baumbach, 2012)

Cast: Greta Gerwig, Mickey Sumner, Michael Esper, Adam Driver, Michael Zegen, Charlotte d’Amboise, Grace Gummer. Screenplay: Noah Baumbach, Greta Gerwig. Cinematography: Sam Levy. Production design: Sam Lisenco. Film editing: Jennifer Lame. 

Frances Ha succeeds at what I think it sets out to be: an affectionately amusing look at what an earlier generation called Yuppies -- except that Yuppies seemed to have a much easier time of integrating themselves into adulthood than the Gen Y or Millennial characters in this film. Greta Gerwig, who co-wrote the screenplay with Noah Baumbach, is charmingly awkward as Frances -- whose last name doesn't come from the frequently ironic interjection of "ha ha" in her conversations but from the truncation of her full surname, Halladay, that's revealed at the film's end. Frances is a would-be modern dancer trying to make it in New York even though her talent is, well, marginal. As a result, she's dependent on a collection of friends, including her fellow Vassar alum, Sophie (Mickey Sumner). But when Sophie and others in her life start finding their way in the world, clumsy, agreeable Frances begins to fall behind. If some of this reminds you of the HBO series Girls, and not because both the film and the series feature Adam Driver in a key role, it's not surprising. It's the same set: young middle-class white people in downward mobility when compared with their parents. We meet Frances's parents -- played by Gerwig's own parents, Christine and Gordon Gerwig-- when she goes home to Sacramento for Christmas, a sequence probably designed to remind us why Frances prefers to struggle in New York than to settle for security in a less competitive milieu. Too much of this sort of generational comedy can wear out its welcome, but Frances Ha is so unpretentious -- except perhaps for Baumbach's decision to film it in black and white as an hommage to Woody Allen's Manhattan (1979)-- and Gerwig so skillful at creating Frances, that you can't help liking it.

[arytra]

A couple of additions:

The OP is right about the phone calls but it's less about the past and more about YOUR energy. An email is an easier thing to send. It's less stressful, you can copy and paste, etc. A phone call, especially in the age where Millennials, Gen Z, and Gen Alpha HATE making them shows that commitment. You are willing to do the hard and time-consuming thing so it counts more. THAT SAID, if you aren't able to do the phone call, still do the email. It's better than nothing and especially if your representative is more local and on your side, they can use their numbers when they fight for you. "X number of my constituents are upset about Y." It's just less effective than the phone call.

Be polite, be polite, be polite. This doesn't mean you can't state your goals clearly, but do NOT yell at the person answering the phone. Do not swear at them because you're mad. Do not hurl insults at them nor their boss. This will not have the effect you think it will. It will, instead, result in your call not being taken seriously. Even if the representative agrees with you, they won't want to associate with that. Sounding annoyed or frustrated is fine, but use the same skills that we're known for when dealing with customer service or retail and it will get you further. Also, the people who answer the phone might be an intern and will certainly be staff so keep that in mind as well.

When I was in ninth grade I wanted to challenge what I saw as a very stupid dress code policy (not being allowed to wear spikes regardless of the size or sharpness of the spikes). My dad said to me, “What is your objective?”

He said it over and over. I contemplated that. I wanted to change an unfair dress code. What did I stand to gain? What did I stand to lose? If what I really wanted was to change the dress code, what would be my most effective potential approach? (He also gave me Discourses on the Fall of Rome by Titus Livius, Machiavelli’s magnum opus. Of course he’d already given me The Prince, Five Rings, and The Art of War.)

I ultimately printed out that phrase, coated it in Mod Podge, and clipped it to my bathroom mirror so I would look at it and think about it every day.

What is your objective?

Forget about how you feel. Ask yourself, what do you want to see happen? And then ask, how can you make it happen? Who needs to agree with you? Who has the power to implement this change? What are the points where you have leverage over them? If you use that leverage now, will you impair your ability to use it in the future? Getting what you want is about effectiveness. It is not about being an alpha or a sigma or whatever other bullshit the men’s right whiners are on about now. You won’t find any MRA talking points in Musashi, because they are not relevant.

I had no clear leverage on the dress code issue. My parents were not on the PTA; neither were any of my friend’s parents who liked me. The teachers did not care about this. Ultimately I just wore what I wanted, my patent leather collar from Hot Topic with large but flattened spikes, and I had guessed correctly—the teachers also did not care enough to discipline me.

I often see people on tumblr, mostly the very young, flail around in discourse. They don’t have an objective. They don’t know what they want to achieve, and they have never thought about strategizing and interpersonal effectiveness. No one can get everything they want by being an asshole. You must be able to work with other people, and that includes smiling when you hate them.

Read Machiavelli. Start with The Prince, but then move on to Discourses. Read Musashi’s Five Rings. Read The Art of War. They’re classics for a reason. They can’t cover all situations, but they can do more for how you think about strategizing than anything you’re getting in middle school and high school curricula.

Don’t vote third party unless you can tell me not only what your objective is but also why this action stands a meaningful chance of accomplishing it. Otherwise, back up and approach your strategy from a new angle. I don’t care how angry you are with Biden right now. He knows about it, and he is both trying to do something and not doing enough. I care about what will happen to millions of people if we have another Trump presidency. Look up Ross Perot, and learn from our past. Find your objective. If it is to stop the genocide in Palestine now, call your elected representatives now. They don’t care about emails; they care about phone calls, because they live in the past. I know this because I shadowed a lobbyist, because knowing how power works is critical to using it.

How do you think I have gotten two clinics to start including gender care in their planning?

Start small. Chip away. Keep working. Find your leverage; figure out how and when to effectively use it. Choose your battles, so that you can concentrate on the battle at hand instead of wasting your resources in many directions. Learn from the accumulated wisdom of people who spent their lives learning by doing, by making mistakes, by watching the mistakes of their enemies.

Don’t be a dickhead. Be smarter than I was at 14. Ask yourself: what is your objective?

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: YOU’RE ONLY HUMAN

POV: Written. 2nd Person.

— Word Count: 1.6K

Author’s Note: It’s been 10 whole days since I’ve updated😬 I am so sorry. There was a lot of things going on in my life that I barely had ANY time for myself or to actually be able to write😭 But now everything is sorted out and I will be able to get back into making this regularly. Also, the accounts in orange in the taglist cannot be tagged :(

“What movie should we watch?” Nicholas asked.

“Twilight?” Lily suggested. 

A chorus of groans erupted amongst your friends. 

“Hell no,” Matthew said, “I can’t sit through them again.” 

Lily huffed, folding her arms across her chest with a defiant pout. You bit back at laugh at her antics, thoroughly amused. 

You and your six other friends— Nicholas, Lily, Matthew, Huening Kai, Jay and Natty— all sat in the Huening family’s home theater. It was alway the destination for your group’s weekly movie night. 

“American Psycho?” Kai asked. He was flipping through the heavy DVD binder you had brought over. 

“You and Y/N are the only one into movies like that,” Natty said. 

“It’s a classic!” Kai and you exclaimed at the exact same time. 

“That’s considered a classic?” Lily asked. 

“To Millennials and Gen Z, probably,” Jay said, shaking his head.

“The Human Centipede?” you asked with a smirk.

Lily, Natty, and Matthew all shot you disgusted looks. You couldn’t help but laugh at them and held up your arms in mock defense.

“Sorry,” you said. “I forgot not everyone has taste.” 

“Taste?” Nicholas asked exasperated. “Nothing about liking The Human Centipede screams ‘taste’.”

“My sister’s ex forced me to watch it in eighth grade,” Matthew recounted with a grimace. “I had nightmares for a week straight.” 

“Weak,” you taunted. 

“I was fourteen!” 

You giggled, hopping out of your seat and walking over to where Kai, Natty, and Nicholas were with the binder. 

“Why are all of these horror?” Natty grumbled, flipping another section of the binder. 

“Because that’s all Y/N watches,” Nicholas said.

“It’s the best genre,” you said. 

“Don’t you have enough horror in your life?” Lily asked. “Dealing with ghost and demons on a daily basis?”

You shrug. “Maybe that’s why I like it? It’s familiar.” 

“Tusk and Ichi The Killer is familiar?” Nicholas asked eyeing at the movies that were nestled next to one another.

Kai snorted in amusement. “She has dealt with spirits of murders before.”

“Honestly they’re some of the easier spirits to deal with,” you said, scanning over the DVDs.Your eyes landed on a certain one. I don’t think any of them have seen that before.  “What about The Autopsy Of Jane Doe? It’s actually really good. It was made by the same person that made The Last Voyage Of The Demeter.”

“I’m down,” Matthew agreed.

“Sure why not,” Jay said.

A few minutes later, Kai had everything set up and you were plopping yourself down in-between Lily and Jay with a big bowl of fresh popcorn. 

But it was about half way through the movie when you felt something enter the house. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in mild annoyance. 

“Why is it every time I go somewhere, something has to crash?” You grumbled quietly, hopping up.

I really can’t just have one night? Damn. 

Kai paused the movie and looked over at you. “Is something here?” he asked.

You nodded. “It’s in the bathroom,” you said, nodding to the exit of the theater. The bathroom was right across the hall. 

Nicholas started to stand but you waved him off. “It’s fine. I’m pretty sure it’s human.”

“Yell if you need the holy water,” Nicholas said.

“Will do.” Your eyes flicked to the huge screen the movie was paused on and you sighed. “You guys can keep watching the movie. Whatever this is might take a while.”

“You sure?” Lily asked. 

“We can wait,” Natty said. 

You shook your head and started for the door. “I’ve seen it before a few times. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back.” 

The second you stepped foot into the bathroom tough, you were hit by an overwhelming strong aura. It threw you off balance for a moment but, you were able to catch yourself. 

It’s almost like Lee Minho’s aura, you thought to yourself. But it’s different. More severe. 

You squared your shoulders and eyes scanned across the bathroom.“Why don’t you show yourself, hmm?” you urged, pulling the door shut behind you. “You are here for me right? I’d like to know who I’m talking to.” 

The spirit’s aura wavered slightly— almost hesitantly. “I guess I can do that,” a raspy, deep voice said. 

You watched curiously as the spirit materialized in front of you, its aura becoming even more intense than before. Now why did that look like something out of a sci-fi movie?

You eyed the man now visible to you. He stood a few meters away closer to the bathroom’s window. He was shorter in stature with pretty honey toned skin and fluffy black hair. His big eyes were a deep chocolate brown and his round cheeks added to his cute appearance. He wore a torn up green plaid pajama set that was covered in mud and blood. A deep gash wrapped around his neck and was surrounded in splotchy bruises purple and blue bruises. You scrunched your nose at the sight of the infected wound, your stomach feeling a little queasy. 

He’s just like Lee Minho.

Your eyes then widened in realization. Slowly, you dragged them down to look at his limbs. Heavy iron balls and chains latched on to every one. Just as you had expected.

So he’s…

“You know who I am, don’t you?” the spirit asked.

“Han Jisung,” you breathed. 

Jisung nodded and gave you a small, tired smile. He lifted his arm, the heavy chain clanking loudly. “Minho-hyung has these too,” he said. “They’re really annoying. So heavy and for what?” 

“In my premonition you didn’t have any,” you said, voice quiet. 

“Premonition?” 

“You were running from hellhounds. You almost made it to Purgatory but…” 

Jisung grimaced. “I gotta go through that again, huh? Not surprised. Hey, maybe third time is the charm.”

“Jeongin had a dream about it too,” you said. “But that was ten months ago.”

“He did?” Jisung asked surprised. “Is that why he came to the mountains in the middle of the night?” 

You nodded, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “He doesn’t really remember how he got there or most of his hike through the forest. He snapped out of it when he heard you calling for him.”

Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Those things were playing games with him,” he said. 

“Wait, things? As in multiple?”

“We made a contract with three of them,” Jisung said. “We don’t know what they are but we were so desperate we acted like dumbasses and agreed.”

“You have no idea what they are?” 

Jisung shook his head. “All I can say is that two of them aren’t human,” he said. “The other one… I don’t really know. He’s still a living person so, I guess he is.” 

You stared at him shocked. “Living? You made a contract with a living person? Was it a warlock? A shaman?” 

“Maybe? Um, he did do a few spells and rituals. But I honestly don’t know what exactly he is either.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “That just makes things worse.”

A lot worse.

“Jeongin asked you for help, didn’t he?” Jisung asked after a moment.

You nodded. “Minho’s been haunting him for a little while and he asked for my advice. He tried a knocking method to talk to him and well…” 

Jisung hummed. “We didn’t want to get him involved,” he said. “We didn’t want to get anyone involved. But when we broke the binding spell to the mountain, Jeongin’s apartment was the only familiar place we could actually enter for awhile. We’ve only just been able to enter other buildings.” 

“Binding spell?” You asked, more to yourself than the man across from you. You sucked in a breath. “Okay, so this contract you made, what was it?” 

“To be resurrected.” 

You stared at him, mouth opened in shock. “Huh?!”

Sheepishly, Jisung rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah I know,” he said. “It was insanely stupid. The living guy was the one that told us he could help. He found our bodies after we were murdered. He told us we could come back to life but we’d have to do a few, uh… things first.”

You let out a soft sigh. “It’s stupid yes. But, you’re only human. Most people would accept an offer of resurrection in a heartbeat.” You rolled your shoulders. “So what were these things you had to do?” 

“It was like a trial,” Jisung said. “First, we had to escape Purgatory.” 

“Escape Purgatory?” 

“It’s not as easy as it sounds. Easier than escaping hell but still very difficult. The hellhounds are everywhere along the boarder. They hunt down anyone who tries to get in or out without permission. If they succeed, you’re sent straight to hell. If they fail, Azrael comes and personally sends you to hell. It’s practically impossible to escape him.” 

“But you have, haven’t you?” you asked. 

Jisung nodded. “Once,” he said. He grimaced. “When they said biblically accurate angels are actually terrifying, they really meant it. I was more afraid of him than of the hellhounds.”

I was too.  

“What happens after that?”  

“We had to sell our souls,” Jisung said. “Originally, it was only a quarter. But we were deceived. They took half instead.” 

So I was right. That’s why their aura is so overwhelming and dark.

Jisung opened his mouth to continue but halted. You watched as his body tensed up, eyes widening almost comically. 

“Shit!” he hissed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “What’s happening?”

“They’re back already,” Jisung said, He looked around the room frantically. “I thought I would have a lot more time to speak with you. But if they see I’m gone, God only knows what they’ll do.” His eyes connected with yours. “Go to Minho-hyung. Please. He’s with Jeongin and he will explain all the rest to you. We really need your help, Y/N.” 

And with that, Jisung was gone.

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