#considering it wasnt invented yet back then!

[piratefishmama]

I Wish | Part 6

It was a clean sweep, the guys called it quick enough, which was disappointing for Eddie since he’d never come across a monster quite like the beast he had to play with, but no amount of quick thinking from his band mates could save them from the untimely demise of their characters.

They didn’t have enough spell slots, hit points were straggling, their potions mysteriously vanished, the weaponry they were sure they had in reserves had been used, and only one real lucky saving throw wasn’t enough to save them the following turn.

The False Hydra lurking in the cliffside caves of Rainwund snatching sailors, their ships, townsfolk, and livestock got them. Each and every one of them.

They knew what it was too early though, with Eddie’s flippant dismissal of characters his bandmates were supposed to know, his adamant insistence that no, the town was always that quiet the hell are you talking about, Gare?

Jeff made a spot on educated guess.

It still hadn’t saved them in the end, Dougie’s character lost first with a frankly dreadful saving throw, followed by Gareth’s own little gnome who lasted one full turn longer than he should have, and then finally Jeff himself, but he’d called it. Eddie knew his own friends back home wouldn’t be so quick to catch on, which was the only saving grace for this short jaunt into futuristic DND possibilities.

He could completely blindside his friends.

Probably for the best given this whole thing was meant to fit into a neat little segment on a talk show. Not to span across hours and hours of gameplay, they were already cutting it close to too long.

So, Eddie wrapped it up. With Jeff’s demise, Eddie rose to his feet, arms extending in a great sweeping arc “You fought bravely, oh daring soldiers of ill-fate, however upon this sorrowful day, the town of Rainwund was lost to the song of the False Hydra, it, and it’s victims, would be forgotten by the world and all who walk upon it. Perhaps one day, one fateful day, a new team of would-be heroes will find and defeat this deadly foe, but until then… I humbly bid you fallen soldiers, a peaceful journey to the great beyond.”

The lights dimmed, and for a moment, there was silence while set personnel found their places, then the lights overhead relit with the cameras refocused on the desk and chairs, where Jimmy had relocated.

“Everyone give a big hand to the members of Corroded Coffin!” Applause and cheers rang through the studio, over which he made quick work of reiterating album release dates for them, followed by a quick request of, “stay tuned after the break we’re joined by the cast of MARVEL’s new—” Eddie tuned him out for the rest of it, they were being guided off by stage crew, their segment was over, it was done.

The bubble of imagination popped, the activity giving Eddie a modicum of comfort was over and done with, and maybe he’d stretched it on just a little longer than necessary with peppered suspense, but he couldn’t hold off whatever came after anymore.

Steve met them behind the curtain, beyond the veil of stage lights and TV magic, he gifted the boys little Tupperware containers which they plucked from him as they walked by full of snacks he’d apparently pilfered from the catering tables, Eddie however, he gently manoeuvred Eddie into a side room out of the way with a chirped little “and you’re coming with me, hotshot.”

The room which was dressed up like some kind of fancy dungeon, had curtains pinned to the walls, fake candles flickering on tables, and in the middle, surrounded by chairs, was a table topped by a haphazardly drawn dungeon map and a few mini figs, it looked a little bit like a discount version of his drama room domain in high school.

“What’s goin on?”

“Jimmy wants to do a little opener introduction thing with you as the frontman of the band, it should have been filmed before but you were a little in your own head, so to make you feel better they figured it’d be best to do it afterwards. It’s nothing scary, it’s to go with your little DND thing out there, he wants to basically ‘walk in’ on you as a dungeon master, scheming with a few of your mini figurine things. Maybe throw in a little maniacal laugh for him to walk in on. Is that okay?”

“Oh, uh… yeah, okay, yeah that’s fine, I can do that” one last thing to do, not that it mattered much, but it was part of the experience! But then… thinking about it, “is there any point to that though?” Steve raised a single brow in question “I mean, I’m going home right?” The second brow joined the first and Eddie couldn’t help but panic a little. “I am, right?” He couldn’t imagine going through all that without the assurance that he was going home after it all.

What a wild thought, considering fame and fortune had been the goal for so long, just one interview and he was ready to throw in the towel, and it wasn’t even a bad interview. He just… didn’t feel the happiness he thought he would.

He felt… lonely.

His band were off with their snacks, hadn’t even looked back as he was guided away from them, his ‘partner’ had ditched him before the whole thing, he’d ‘blocked’ him, whatever that meant, and even the fun opener with the host wasn’t a whole band thing, just him. On his own.

All alone.

“If you want to, sure, just say the word. Didn’t you wanna experience this first though?”

“I guess…” Steve took one prolonged look at him, then snapped his fingers, the flickering faux candlelight froze, the sound from outside the room stopped, everything just. Ceased, and Steve dropped the mirage of normalcy he’d adopted to blend into the masses, returning to the damn near ethereal looks he’d had when he’d first appeared “Steve?”

“I’m not going to force you to experience something you’re emotionally done with, Eddie.” Steve stepped closer to him, just close enough to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. His hands were warm, big… comforting… fingers smooth but they tingled against his skin, as if the digits themselves were wrapped in a magical field of energy. They probably were. They were an instant balm to his drooping mood in any case “If you’re done with this… if you’re tired, you can opt out, leaving this time behind wont hurt anyone here, you can go back home, and we can do something else.”

Gods there was just something so dangerous about Steve, not in the literal sense, although probably yes, in the literal sense too, but he was so… everything. He was everything. His eyes alone, the worlds most valuable golden trinkets couldn’t compare to the shimmer in those eyes of his, as subtle as it may have been, there were flecks of gold in that hazel-green hue. Eddie could have probably lost every single minute, second, millisecond of his available lifetime, just looking at him.

How did he ever think this man was just a random homeless stranger wandering in from the cold? Better question, how was he going to manage being even remotely normal around him going forward?

“I feel like, if I stay… I’m going to walk directly into like, the worst possible thing an it’s gonna make me feel like shit, what’s the odds of that?”

“Mmmnn” he squinted an almost pained expression, tilting his head just a little as he thought about it “ninety percent chance of a bullshit experience.”

Eddie took one more look around the room, then down to his aged and weathered hands clasped within Steve’s own, nodded in self-affirmation, and then met Steve’s eyes once more. “Steve… I wish we were home.”

With a twinkle of the golden flecks in his eye, a warm smile on his lips, and a snap of his fingers, the makeshift dungeon room melted away out of existence. He hadn’t witnessed this the first time around, getting to that time had been a black out, and then he’d woken up to it all. This time, Eddie got to watch.

He got to watch as the world reshaped, formed around them, he got to watch his hands de-age, the wrinkles of time worn into his skin disappearing before his very eyes, tattoos that’d marked his arms vanished until only the ones he recognised remained. His clothes returned, his body regained its youth and all the aches and pains that’d lingered in the back of his mind as a rockstar faded away.

And just like that, the trailer materialised around them. It was dark outside, as if nothing had changed. As if no time had passed. The smells, musty cigarette smoke, the faint scent of coffee, the pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof and gravel outside. He was home.

And Steve was still there, smiling at warmly him, as if he hadn’t just reshaped reality around them, as if everything was normal.

“Better?” His voice even sounded warm, like a heated blanket on a cold day, instant all enveloping comfort.

He wanted to say yes. Wanted to at the very least nod his head, but everything all at once was so very too much, everything he’d been working towards, that they’d been working towards, the band practices in Dougie’s garage, the ‘gigs’ at the Hideout, all the talk, the plans, the promises to themselves that they were gonna make it, they were gonna do something with their talents.

He’d hated it. He’d hated everything about it. He couldn’t even recall if Wayne had been mentioned during the whole ordeal. Was Wayne still around? Was he present? In his life at all? Had he just abandoned his uncle for deeply unfulfilling fame and fortune?

His next exhale came with a sob he couldn’t hold back, and instantly he found himself drawn into two broad arms and a strong embrace. “Oh, Eddie… hey, no it’s okay, I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay” words uttered so softly into his hair, close enough to his ear that he didn’t have to strain to hear them over the opened floodgates that were his sobs.

He’d tried so hard, for so long with that one goal in mind. And he’d hated it. He couldn’t even stick around for a whole day without the promise that he could get the fuck out of there at any point, and even WITH that promise, he’d bailed early. He couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want it. After all that planning, all those promises to himself, to the band… he didn’t want it.

He was already too far into his life to plan for anything else. He wasn’t getting into college, he struggled to hold down normal jobs, not that he could even get one with his family name hanging over his head, with Al and his bullshit haunting him around every goddamn corner. People wouldn’t even hide their damn sneers, probably wouldn’t even interview him even if he did wanna work there, which he probably didn’t.

His life was one big dead end. How would he even face his friends? How would he even explain it to them? That he couldn’t, that fame wasn’t meant for him? That the cards of life would hand him the shittiest of deals if he stuck around for that draw?

He only vaguely registered Steve moving him as he spiralled, as he sobbed into the Genie’s shirt. The gentle guidance that took him from the living room where they’d rematerialised, to the chaos that was his own bedroom, and then onto his bed, ever so gentle in his manoeuvring that Eddie only realised they’d switched locations when Steve actually wrapped him in his own blanket, always with one arm around him. Never letting him go. Ever so attentive to his charge. Eddie chanced a look at him, his eyes wet, red rimmed, Steve looked perfect.

Of course he looked perfect. Not a hair out of place, his skin shimmering gold in the light. Perfect and entirely too soft in his attention on him.

“I—” Steve shook his head, his smile lacking in pity but drenched in sympathy.

“It’s okay, Eddie… I get it. This is a lot, what you’ve seen, witnessed, what you now understand about that life it’s a lot to take in. You’re going to hurt for a while, but you’ll be okay.”

“W-what do I even—even do now? I—I was gonna—the plan was always—I don’t have anything else, Steve… what am I gonna do?” His friends would be fine. They’d always be fine. They had options, parents who forced them to think of what ifs, of back ups for if the fame and fortune didn’t work out. Funny how it wasn’t because it wouldn’t happen, but because it would, and that it’d suck.

Eddie hadn’t even let Wayne try and make him think of back ups. Fame was it, stardom was the end goal, they’d be famous, and everything would be perfect. How naïve he’d been.

“Whatever you want, Eddie, you have a genuine Genie right here” he even motioned to himself, smile widening a little in a kind tease, before it softened once more just for him “but right now, I think you should sleep, we can go through the rules of Genie ownership in the morning.”

“Rules?” Eddie sniffled, lifting a blanket covered hand to wipe at his face, it was fine, his blanket had seen worse. God he was so tired all of a sudden. Probably the meltdown.

“Genies come with rules, Eddie, we come with guidelines. You kinda ploughed through with that big one right from the jump, didn’t really give me a chance to give you the run down, no harm no foul though, you’re safe, and you’re wiser. We can go through everything in the morning when we’re less frazzled.”

“Okay… but wait, my uncle, he’ll be home in the morning, he doesn’t—doesn’t know you’re here, where are you even gonna go?”

“Crone used to say that like the Fae—” Eddie wasn’t going to bring that up but he clocked it, the word snagged in his tired brain like a fish in a net, Fae, there were Fae? Fae were real? Steve continued undeterred “—‘my surroundings adapt to my presence’, like how she just blends into wherever she pops up, it’s weird, but it’ll be like I’ve always been here to him. He won’t even notice the difference. Nobody will. Just don’t send me back to my bottle, don’t tell me to go into my bottle. Don’t do that.”

“… Why?” Not that he would if Steve didn’t want to be in the bottle, but didn’t Genies just… stay in their bottles? Wasn’t that like, their homes?

“Cause you’ll lose me, I’ll lose you. I told you this already but…it's been a long day. Listen... sending me back to the bottle is equivalent to banishing me and you’ll never get me back again.” Maybe not home then, Eddie’s eyes widened, suddenly sobered by the idea of Steve just vanishing because he’d said something stupid. “I had a master last half an hour once because he told me to get back into the bottle to hide from his wife. I’m here, nobody will know what I am, nobody will think anything is wrong with me being here, won't even question it, don’t send me back… please?” Steve took his hands into his own, holding them tight in his warm, tingling grip “I—I don’t wanna go back.”

It was the least composed he’d seen the Genie since he’d met him what felt like weeks ago. It’d been a few hours. A few hours, and that was in another timeline, time didn’t even seem to have passed in his own.

He looked… desperate. Eyes wide, pleading. A smarter man might have questioned him, checked for loopholes, traps, anything nefarious a Genie might hide in plain sight, they were supposed to be tricksters after all.

But Eddie was not a smart man, he was also completely gone over those eyes. Tragic, really.

He sniffled once more, but nodded his head, eyes drooping, exhaustion catching up to him after his almost cathartic meltdown. “Okay… but where are you going to sleep?” If Genies even slept, it wasn’t like there were many options in the single bedroom trailer. Wayne had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room for crying out loud.

“I’ll sleep with you, that’s fine right?” Oh.

A smarter man, would also probably just use his unlimited wishes to wish for a second bed, but again. Eddie was not a smart man.

“Yeah okay, that’s uh—that’s okay.” Eddie was in fact the least smartest man he knew.

Steve smiled brighter than the goddamn sun, and Gods both young and old, Eddie was so very fucked.

[cartooemcanhis]

I like to hc they all Co existed. They all knew eachother back in the dinosore days I think.

I don't know why but I think about the era where Cro marmot wasnt an icecube alot. I have alota little stories for him and his long long long long long dead friends 👍

Banjo freaking invented music. He is the reason we have all our silly music people's you should thank him

Random silly hcs I have about early tree friends:

They were alot more animalistic compared to modern treefriends, they're the awkward in-between stage between tree friends and normal animals. They kind of had a (very flawed) society but they still hunted like animals and often ran on all fours.

They hunted and ate small dinosaurs but were mostly considered prey animals (depends on the species of tree friend though really). Big dinosaurs rlly likes eating these guys 👍

Early tree friends were alot more durable than modern ones, being able to take more damage without dying instantly. (Probably because they didn't have the curse yet tbh..)

They had a language, it was actually really similar to the way that the tree friends canonically speak in the actual show, just a little more animal noisey.

[wickedpact]

dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

long post under cut

A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........  late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

  B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.)  the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

  C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

  D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

  E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: 

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

  F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest. 

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

[antiloreolympus]

14 Anti LO Asks

1. To the one anon: good question - how is it that the mortals dont know who Persephone is / assume she is a minor goddess and therefore its okay to mess with her but the gods (or Olympians / underworld denizens) know exactly everything about her (despite her being there only every so often and only being 20ish) - enough to say shes "wearing her signature white color" during a murder trial.

Also the reason why Persephone is wearing white is because

A). RS wanted persephone to always be "dressed as a bride" (and have Hades dressed as a groom respectively) to show that their matching / is supposed to be a visual cue that their eventually gonna be together.

B). I believe this is RS way of saying that Persephone (despite murdering some mortals) is innocent because in purity culture White = innocence, virginity, youth etc. (Even though RS explicity ssid she wanted to go against purity culture morals shes very much leaning into them). 

2. why are Psyche’s eyes yellow even in her human form? Is she sick??

3. honestly? LO is just gossisp girl at this point, espect even GG (at least in the first season) bothered to saturze the rich and was calling out how wealth and power makes them corrupt assholes. meanwhile LO is just GG season 2 and on of being like no no, the poor people are the evil people and the rich people are the oppressed ones! all while also fawning over their  wealth and status and being way into grown men wanting to bang barely legal teens and claiming to be "feminist" somehow.

4. Tumblr is well-known for broken tag system. Check the post' tags before complaining that it's op's fault. How about you guys not tag greek mythology when posting about LO? LO is not one-shot or short fancomic. It's also definitely not considered actual greek mythology. LO is years long webcomic with huge fans. LO has its own tag. Tell your fellow fans to stop using the greek mythology tag.

5. I would argue nyx is the only woman with a unique in design in LO but thats only because she looks like a deformed chicken woman. why was my night mom disrespected this much 😭

6. So now that LO is back from break and I can finally read chapter 170 - Why oh Why do ALL the female characters Have to be defined by their male love interests??? (Or really just love interests in general).

I understand LO qualifies as the "romance" genre and there are certain stipulations or I guess themes or what have you that make it romance but for f*cks sake.

Psyche being worried about Eros loving the "fake" her I kinda get, but really? Thats your most pressing concern?? Hera is defined by her garbage marriage to Zeus - King of the gods (of which is why she is Queen of the gods). Hestia + Athena are now defined solely by their relationship to each other (not the TGOEM or their respective traits of being a goddess of the hearth + goddess of war, strategy etc etc).

Aphrodite is defined by giving Persephone "relationship" advice (e.g: telling her to curb stomp Minthe because "nymphs dont take things from gods" - doubly implying that people are things to own) And by her jealousy of Persephone in the first place because Hades made a comment about how he thought Persephone was prettier than her. And also because of her "house of debauchery" (Artemis'  words) - and relationship with Ares.

Persephone is defined both by Apollo raping her and by her fated future status as Queen of the underworld (so her relationship with Hades). Hell, even the minor characters such as nymphs are defined by this relationship status / standard. Minthe is defined by her mean spirited personality yes, but Also because of her abusive relationship with Hades prior to the introduction of Persephone. Psyche is defined by her relationship woes with Eros. Daphne is defined by her relationship with Thanatos (and because shes a flower nymph) but also mostly because she looks like Persephone.

Rhea is defined by her marriage / relationship to Kronos (lets ignore the whole "fertility goddess power" plot for a second). Even Aetna is defined by Haphestus creating her! Is there not a single character (especially female) is isnt defined by their romantic love interest???Sorry. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but thats definitely how ot comes off as of late, in regard to the latest chapters.

Okay, same anon as earlier - I take it back somewhat - we have Artemis and Hecate that are not defined by their romantic relationships - but rather their lack of one.

However the way they are shown - it still comes off as a standard - "Artemis is stingy / a stick in the mud" because shes not romantically involved and is "barbaric" (according to Hera). And Hecate is still somewhat defined by her being Hades' employee (and cheerleader for him and Persephone to be together).

So technically yes, we have at least 2 characters that are not defined by their romantic interests / relationships, but they are still held to the standard of their "un-ladylike / undesirable" because their not romantically involved.

(I guess I should count Demeter, but only because shes more defined by just being "Persephone's overbearing mom" )

7. i think whats also kinda weird about this trial is like?? persephone is obvs framed as not liking the attention (bc duh) but she didnt like the previous press either, she wanted to be private, but wouldnt being with hades force her to be in the spotlight that makes her uncomfortable? also the citizens of the underworld already dislike hades, why would they want a uncontrollable felon as their queen, even if she found innocent? idk the whole thing just makes the endgame less plausible, tbh.

8. love that rachel was able to find a random deity name to name her random nymph the greek word for "beans" meanwhile apparently cant google actual greek names for even one off characters? like andrew, ellen, george, alexis, damian, luke, phoebe, sophia, and so any other english names are also greek, but she cant even bother with that? what exactly is her "research" if she cant even bother to spend 30 seconds googling greek names? at this point LO seems determined to be as un-Greek as possible.

9. wait so everyone in LO went from having no idea who persephone was, to her only showing up on ONE magazine cover, to now being the most well known person with a signature color? all in the span of two weeks with no genuine public outings? how does that make sense? also white isnt even her signature color if 90%+ the female cast and even a lot of the men ((including ZEUS) all wear it too.

10. the fact the courthouse WASNT the areopagus, aka the place in greece where they say the first ever trial ever happened and where the court system was invented, is just another point of rachel talking out her ass about being "respectful" or "researched" on greece and their mythology. its literally one of the most famous mythology spots ever with some fantastic stories to it and she's just like "nah! boring rectangle will do!" like why even both with mythology then if its this devoid of it?

11. Anons are saying Hades in the FS chapter is leaning down and talking to Persy like a child. Say it aint true.

(I wanna see. I thought RS was finally giving Persy adult proportions). 😨

12. So wait, hold up. I kinda get where RS is coming from with the law school in the underworld (because Hades is supposed to be a kinda Judge, jury, executioner situation in the afterlife when it comes to mortals and their "punishments" and whatnot). However, is RS stating that the ONLY law school / courthouse exists in the underworld? If so, why? Why wouldn't Athena be there then. She's a goddess of strategy and justice (among other things).

Also is RS really implying that Hades owns not only the banks and underworld but the law too? She really wants Hades to be a Gary Sue along side her Mary Sue - Hades controls everything that matters and since its his realm and blah blah blah rules, Zeus, king of the gods cant do anything about it.

(Which is dumb. Because you would think that because Persephone committed the crime in the mortal realm / on, or near Olympus that therefore she would be brought back there to dole out justice under Zeus jurisdiction because she committed the crime in His Realm). 

13. FP Spoiler ahead:

Why on earth couldn't the reporters have Greek names? There is so much wrong and bad with this story, yet this irks me so much. It is Brenda all over again.

14. i dont really get the point of the trial plotline, tbh. even persephone says she should be punished and held accountable, but hades is framed in the right for trying to go against that and weasel her out of it. so?? plus zeus has legit reason to punish them? persephone is a danger to others, demeter and hermes both committed treason to cover it up, and hades was harboring a fugitive of the law and is now trying to force the system to let her go. how is zeus in the wrong for this?

[fixielixie]

all this talk of wangxian + doctor who has given me HUGE brain worms. okay so consider: rose tyler and lan wangji!! watching their beloved chaos nerds talking about tardis stuff and qiankun bags and pressing buttons they shouldn't be touching etc etc.. recognising the soft look on each others faces and being like "you too, huh".. bonding over the shared experience of loving the same person in a new body !!! i think i need to go and lie down before i start writing fanfic....

such a big mood dskjfhsdjk rose tyler and lan wangji 😭absolutely wild concept i love crossovers sdkjfhsd.

while we're talking about brain worms, au where cangse sanren was a timelord on her last regeneration when she met wei changzei and gave birth to wei wuxian, she wasnt certain if he was a timelord too and was waiting to talk to him about it when he was older and then she dies... the only thing he's left with is a pocketwatch then he never knows how to open nor what it even is ... bc yanno they werent invented yet.

so then the timeline continues as it does in the novel but at the siege of the burial mounds when wwx dies ... dundunduhnn he actually regenerates and the tardis that csr stopped using when she decided to live her final regeneration as a human is altered to the son of its previous companion and comes to pick him up and transports him away (of course no one actually sees this happening because of the chaos of the day and the fact that there were so many corpses trying to destroy wwxs body)

not sure what would be wilder, wwx regenerating and the tardis dropping him 13 yrs later into the future at the mo village where mxy has failed to summon the yiling patriarch, and the plot begins to happen again but with wwx having literally just died, regenerated and then found out all of this stuff about himself (cue csr having set up a system in the tardis that explains shit or something plot relevant) and now has gotta deal with a world in which he has been dead for 13 years.

orrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... wwx regenerates, has time to explore and learn and grow and recover (could be 5 years could be 100 he's a timelord) and is dragged back to the mo village when mxy tries to summon his soul and the tardis connects to the signal, which means the plot still happens but now with an older more stable wwx.

and of course wwx and lwj get married in all of these version, better yet, plot happens mostly the same and lwj cultivates to immortality and they spend the rest of time travelling through time and space together.

[questionedturkey]

More Talbot headcanons! I love yours.

okay! time to write another essay about the orange juice gremlin xD i actually did research for this lord help me

1. Talbot is DEFINITELY entitled. I think he actually thinks he’s hot shit. And I mean, he’s not exactly WRONG. He’s a child prodigy and was plucked straight out of college and knew exactly what he wanted and what he needed to do with ENDLESS ambition to discover untapped human potential. Especially considering how fucked getting a medical degree in the 1830′s was and assuming he timed himself right and went as soon as he could he started his preceptorship at 18, went to college at 19, and graduated at 21 (because you had to be 21 to graduate) and he became head chemist in 7 years, motherfucker was 28 are you kidding?? He didn’t even get real proper thorough medical training and he created a chemical that let people work harder and not need sleep in 1845!!! He’s brilliant!! Keep in mind, i think he does genuinely care, and the feelings of people matter to him to at least some degree, but he thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bead, which hadnt even been invented yet skjdbgsd

2. He loves flowers. Aside from the obvious pustula flowers, he just in general loves them! Especially foxglove, which he knows basically everything about because of his fixation on it as a kid. But i think if a romantic partner gave him flowers as a gift even as a man in the 1800s he’d be fucking delighted especially if they were weird or had weird properties if you ate them or some shit sdkjbgsd He keeps some flowers he picked in a vase in his workshop that he takes care of every day :) 

3. He values himself only by his knowledge. I think what lead to his self experimentation and eventual downfall was his frustration that he was hitting roadblocks with working with the pustula nectar. I think that not only infuriated him but it was incredibly damaging to his self esteem because he was so used to being told he was a genius and special and was capable of discovering anything. He’s a gifted kid with burnout 1800′s edition. Especially considering how sparse test subjects were. Capturing killers and experimenting on them wasnt sustainable considering that he had to inject himself with Blight to be strong enough to even do it, but once he did the experiments the killers would be super charged and would now be an even match which is why they always escaped, so after he did his tests he had to immediately DIP or he’d die, and like his lore established The Entity does not heal him, and I think he wouldnt be sure enough to know if The Entity would bring him back if he died. So when there’s no test subjects... and you’re desperate for answers because its all you think you’re good at... turn inward. I mean... imagine how it must have felt to not be able to understand how to unlock doors between worlds with the serum after ALL OF THAT. everything that you’ve done and sacrificed in the pursuit of human enlightenment. Damning yourself to eternal torture. Hurting all those people, even if they were all enemies. How do you live with yourself? maybe you dont. 

[planetjisungie]

NCT Dream reaction to S/O using British Slang

an; i could help myself im soRRY also im southern so some may not exist in the north? idk man im just vibing in London. side note, gifs have nothing to do w it i just like them 🥺 also i really wanted to put arkid in there but im not northern so i dont rly know how u guys use it

RENJUN

"fucking hell mate dont be such a wanker!" you groaned, banging your head against the car window. immediately following, you raised your fist in outright rage and aggressively moved your arm up and down. renjun, sat next to you gaped at the thick accent spewing the vulgarities. he was slightly surprised at the angry sounding outburst, even more so at the gesture you made afterwards.

"what did you say?" he leaned forwards, turning to you so you can translate it back into korean. at this, you fluster up slightly and swallow. how the fuck do you translate that?

"its— dont worry i dont think i can translate it" this would probably make renjun confused because what kind of thing would have had to have said for him not to understand?

"what does it mean then?"

"its just an insult"

LMAO after that day idk why but i can just see renjun bullying the poor dreamies with all these words that they don’t understand

JENO

"alright then you prick, just shove past me then. absolute bellend." you would sarcastically say after someone shoved between you and jeno, not even caring to apologise after knocking your phone out your hand.

jeno would get the insinuation of the insult, just from the pure malice and sarcasm that dripped off your words. he would also make one of his confused jeno sounds, helping you up as you picked your phone from the ground and made sure it wasnt broken. "huh? prick? bellend?" and then he would repeat the words, obviously not knowing what they mean.

"i— jeno, dont repeat anything i say from now on, okay?" you would look at him amused, from the cute korean accent as he tried to pronounce words that would just sound so very wrong when not said with a british/irish accent.

i feel like jeno would later on ask you what they mean with the intention to add them to a wordbank he uses to understand your small phrases, then probably get very confused when you explain the literal meaning of bellend. after that i dont see him using the words unless he makes it a habit of muttering them under his breath so its not embarrassing if he says it wrong yet he gets the satisfaction of cursing at someone with a word they dont know.

HAECHAN

"finally! scran!" you dashed towards your boyfriend that you would be eternally grateful for for bringing you snacks.

i feel like hyuck would be more confused than the profanities, because there really is no way to tell what scran meant with no underlying emotion. "scran? whats a scran?" he would probably think it was just a random word like yay until you would only just realise he didnt have a clue what you just said.

"scran means food babe"

for hyuck i doubt he would use the word scran again unless he was on a show and he suddenly remembers the word and just claps and points at the food like "ayyeee scrann"

JAEMIN

"this cake is pengers mate" you declare your love for the delicious spongey dessert while you eat it. jaemin just looked at you curiously while you ate. at first you would be self conscious from how hes literally just watching you eat, until you notice hes whipped out the english book where he writes all his new english words and was looking at you expectantly.

"so i know mate means friend in a casual way, what does pengers mean?"

then i feel like hed love the way you said it, then ask you to teach him more words like that. this would be when he finds the miraculous invention of ‘leng’ which baffles him because why the fuck would you need to use a word which means penger than peng? but then he would start using these words a lot, which would probably be cringey if it wasnt jaemin because im convinced he can do anything and it not be super cringey.

CHENLE

"y/n babe, have you seen jisung?"

"yes love, up the apples and pears"

😭man would be like?? excuse me??

"up the... up the apples and pears? are you feeling okay?" because he is actually pretty good at english he would obviously know what apples and pears are, the edible, tangible objects which grow on trees under the category of ‘fruit’. and jisung is too big to be inside a fruit.

"yeah, up the apples chenle, that is what i said" probably wouldnt hit you that he doesnt know what the fuck the apples and pears are considering all youve known is people knowing immediately what it means. "y/n...baby... what are the apples and pears? did jeno and jaemin feed you sugar cubes again?" he would halt his hunt for jisung and come sit next to you as you very slowly come to the realisation that he really doesnt know what the apples and pears are.

"oh shit! chenle im so sorry, the apples and pears is cockney rhyming slang for the stairs. jisung has gone upstairs"

after this i very much doubt chenle would use it, he would probably be reminded of it every time he saw stairs, an apple or a pear but i feel like cockney has to be said by the people who grew up saying it otherwise it doesnt sound right

JISUNG

"jisung sweets, you look knackered" your eyes scanned the tired boy who just walked into your room like a zombie and flopped onto the bed. he had just come back from dance practice, except the others came back 2 hours ago because jisung wanted to stay longer and perfect the routine.

i doubt the word would even register in jisungs mind until a few days later when he sees the word in an instagram comment. "y/n? what does n-n oh my god nevermind, what does this word mean" he would also probably give up on trying to pronounce it because literally fuck you english and your weird phonetics. so you would look over his shoulder to read the very familiar word with a hum.

"knackered? it means really tired or exhausted"

i dont think he would be using it ever again until he hears you say it a few more times incase he says it wrong. big babie can understand english but we know he worries about his speaking so would just listen to you say it before he even attempts to use it.

[wotnahq]

Aleister Nikolai Frankenstein • 45 • Male (he/him) • Metahuman • Pseudoscience Manipulation • C.A.R.M.A • Research & Development

BIOGRAPHY

Aleister didnt have what you would call a… normal childhood growing up.  Of course his name was Aleister then either, that would come later in his life.  He was the kind of child that spent his time tearing things apart to see how they worked, only to put them back together in unusual ways that sometimes worked and sometimes didnt.  When his powers fully blossomed, it took his parents a while to figure out as they just considered his increased successes to be the product of his self-teaching.  It wasnt until he ‘fixed’ the tv by adding a turtle shell wrapped in copper wire affixed to a chicken’s foot and got satellite reception that they realized something was different.

That was his first foray into more esoteric sciences, and his fascination with the subject only grew stronger the older he got.  Alchemy, astrology, psionics, and the occult joined topics like engineering, chemistry, math and biology, and he used all of it to invent things, often with surprisingly successful results.

Much of this came to an end when it came time for him to consider going to college.  Nobody believed his explanations, even with a working device in front of them as proof.  Turning his back on academia, Aleister found an unlikely outlet for his desire for science, the weapons trade.  People paid millions for the latest and greatest tech, even if they didnt understand how it worked.  Sometimes their lack of understanding made them pay more!  To Aleister, none of that really mattered as long as he got to continue his quest for 'Science!’.

As his inventions started to wreak more and more havoc across the globe on every conceivable battlefield, his fame grew, along with his list of enemies.  He had managed to stay just one step ahead of his enemies, that is, until CARMA caught up with him.  They gave him a choice; a lifetime in prison for violating numerous international crimes or using his abilities in a CARMA facility.  Ever since then, he’d bounced from one CARMA facility to another, being transferred when the heads of his departments finally got fed up with him.  He was finally transferred to the Pansaw facility, the last facility he had yet to alienate himself from.

POWERS

PSEUDOSCIENCE MANIPULATION: User can perform Pseudoscience, methodology that appears to be scientific or supported by science, but which fails to comply with the scientific method. A field, practice or body of knowledge can reasonably be called pseudo-scientific when it is presented as consistent with scientific research, but it demonstrably fails to meet scientific norms.

WEAKNESSES

Bypassing the laws of science could backfire and create disaster. User cannot create something out nothing, needing materials and equipment to use the ability

PERSONALITY

+ Driven + Clever + Intuitive

– Amoral – Eclectic – Thoughtless

[hgwellscrafters-archive]

The Writer’s Club (HS AU)

@anomaliae

HG hated the halls of high school. If there was one place he desperately wished he could avoid forever, it was the chaos that occurred in the five minutes between the first bell and the second. This was even more true at the end of lunch when the bell pulled him away from the few people he considered friends, or at the very least allies, in this terrible hell; the other members of the literary magazine. He most enjoyed Edgar’s company, even if he was often sullen and heartsick. But George was nice and Ernest was interesting, if obnoxious and always a little bit off. He felt comfortable there, safe. This sense of security was all he could hope for and stood in stark contrast to how he felt about everything else in his life. He held his breath as the bell rang to signal the end of their time together. Ernest stood up, spread his arms wide, and belted, “ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR WE!” A few people laughed, Charlotte rolled her eyes, and HG quickly pushed past Ernest. 

The only strategy that HG had found to cope with the target on his back during the chaotic switch between school bells was to leave first and beat the rush. He kept his head down even as he felt the flood of bodies engulfing him slowly but surely. Eventually, he was carried away downstream, just thankful that everyone on his side of the hallway seemed to be going the same way. “Oh, it’s Herbie fully loaded!” He heard, and suddenly, he froze, the opposite reaction that someone who fully believed in Darwinian ideas of survival should have to the nickname that had followed him since elementary school. The De Vere bothers appeared to flank him on either side and his stomach sank. He wished he could sink along with it, all the way through the floor. Instead, he felt strong arms grab him by the shoulders and shove him against the wall. He thought desperately of the invention he had stowed away in his backpack. It wasn’t likely to survive such abuse and he let out a little yell of protest. “Oh, what was that loser?” Eddie growled in his ear.

“Please. please, let me go. I just need to get to class and you’re crushing it,” he murmured. To his immense surprise, Eddie did loosen his grip but when HG ducked to escape, he found himself face to face with Guy, who had blocked him in.

“Oh, crushing what?” Eddie asked curiously. Without ceremony, he wrenched away HG’s backpack and pulled it open. The delicate device made of fiberglass siphoned from several iphones, covered in small gears and various microchips, looked particularly vulnerable in Eddie’s meaty fist. HG couldn’t prevent the small cry that escaped his lips. It only took about a thousand dollars and a month of part-time work at the warehouse to gather all the materials. Yet it would surely be destroyed in two seconds with a calculated blow. “Oh, what’s this, nerd? Nonsense obviously; is this your time machine?” he guffawed. HG silently cursed himself for publishing his short story in the literary magazine last year, as both brothers chuckled cruelly. The warning bell sounded as HG held his breath. Thirty seconds later and he may have avoided this confrontation entirely. Eddie sighed deeply and after a long moment threw the device to the ground. HG let out a scream as it fell, throwing himself to the ground after it. 

HG watched the invention fall in slow motion, his mouth twisted in horror. It shattered as soon as it made impact, the fiberglass flying out in small shards as the microchips twisted together in the wires that acted as connective tissue between all the components. A small fragment of glass scraped against HG’s eye and he let out a hiss of pain, as tears began to well. He slammed his fist against the ground, into the pile of glass. “Dammit!” He grumbled under his breath, unaware of the new forest of scrapes and scratches he’d torn into his knuckles with the gesture, now blooming with blood. He found his shoulders shaking and a sob escaped his lips as he curled up to hide his face. By the time he so much as glanced up, the hallway was dead, aside from a single figure standing nearby. He couldn’t quite make them out through the bleary tears in his eyes. Assuming it was a teacher, he rushed to gather the mess on the floor. “So--sorry, I’ll get to class,” He mumbled. He noticed then, the not insignificant stream of blood that flowed down across his hand, his eyes widening with surprise.   

[lovegvvd]

❝ She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. ❞ SARAH PAULSON? No, that’s actually LUNA LOVEGOOD-SCAMANDER. Only FORTY-TWO years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as a MAGIZOOLOGIST and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be ECCENTRIC, BLUNT, and UNSELF-CRITICAL but also NONCONFORMING, INNOVATIVE, and PERCEPTIVE.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag. CHARACTER PARALLELS: orla mccool (derry girls), misty day (ahs), dale cooper (twin peaks), phoebe buffay (friends) HELLO once again a note from me mar, that a lot of this is open to discussion and alteration as i’m going off the little canon that i have and because luna is a character with a few already existing ties. so yep! this is all up for discussion! yeet! also i apologise for the length of the history section akdfhsdkjf. also i always forget that luna is married to rolf so pls remind me x

history

luna’s parents were traveling when they became pregnant with her and decided that they would settle in whatever place their child would come to earth --- a game of chance, perhaps, but one of fate, too, they thought. they’d always been dreamers, romanticists, adventurers, and why not let their child decided where they’d end up, even before her birth? and so they settled near a small town in south west england, where luna was born under a full moon and thus named luna. for the moon, that had followed her traveling parents everywhere they went, for the moon, the only thing that would be able to match their child’s powerful and mysterious spirit, for the moon, which she was born under.

the house they lived in was built by her parents, and luna loved it. the house twisted and curled and offered plenty of room for her imagination, from day one. life growing up was complete, was free, it was close to perfect ---- and yet, somehow, it shattered.

[ parental death, trauma tw ] at nine years old, luna watched her mother day. it was supposed to be a day of excitement --- every time her brilliant mother invented a new charm, they would have an extravagant dinner and celebrate until way too late and laugh widely and loudly. nothing like that happened. luna watched her mother die in stead and hammered on her chest to try and get her heart to start beating again but nothing, nothing, nothing worked. the world was a mystery and death was, too, but still one thing was clear: her mother was gone, in one way or another.

luna struggled to accept this truth, as she often did with truths. her father grew fragile and obsessive and she grew nervous and quiet and good at being on her own. she started painting and tried to combat flashbacks to that day during the day, only to have nightmares at night. having a wide imagination was a gift, most of the time, but with this, it was a curse.

luna was traumatised. simple as that. her father wasn’t the best support system, but he was there in a way. the roles of father-daughter shifted, slightly, as luna took care of him, too, but he was still there. and so the last two years before hogwarts were hard. terribly, horribly hard. it was trying to learn how to live in a house where something so vital was missing. it was tryign to understand what death was, which is something that simply refuses to be understood. it was fucking hard. period. (not that luna admits that to herself, even now.) [ end of tws ]

luna arrived at hogwarts and was sorted into ravenclaw very quickly and easily. she noticed that she was odd --- or, actually, other people noticed that she was and told it to her, and she shrugged her shoulders and kept moving on. luna had grown reclusive after the death of her mother, and didn’t mind not fitting in. it was lonely, sure, but she didnt see a reason to befriend people who looked down on her beliefs. she didn’t mind being called loony, but when her belongings started to disappear, she grew angry, deep down. she let most comments and acts of cruelty slide off her back, but when a bad word was muttered about her father ( who she already worried so so much about ), she was prone to explosion.

but she was lonely, and then she was not. the details are fuzzy, but at one point she found friends at hogwarts! finally! she did it! luna learned to come out of her shell, learned how to handle compassion ( though clumsily and in her own way, of course ) and the wonderous world of having friends. she painted them on her ceiling and loved and laughed and ---- things were good. she loved. she laughed. she wasn’t alone, and while she had never considered herself alone or lonely, it wasnt until she gained friends that she realised that she had been awfully alone.

upon graduation, luna took to the world. she traveled far and wide and learned from amazing, genius people across the world. she studied magizoology and wrote her first essay on a newly discovered species a year into her travels. she returned home often enough, of course, to see how her father was doing, to see her friends. friendship had once been a scary and new thing to luna, but as she grew older, it became natural and easy and something she couldnt do without.

at some point, she and fellow magizoologist rolf scamander got it going. they married, had a pair twins and a new chapter of luna’s life opened up. once again, the complete details about her and rolf meeting are fuzzy, but i imagine it was LIT. i do think she settled more, then, especially when the twins were born. luna hadn’t really had rooted herself down after graduation ( the cottage she owned in the hills of england was a home she barely called a home, as she wasn’t there much ), but that did change.

luna is still the person she was before, she’s just more. she’s more grounded, but not any less in love with keeping her eyes wide open and her head in the skies. she’s a parent. she’s married. she’s got a successful career and a group of people surrounding her that she loves. she has grown up, but she hasn’t compromised. she’s learned how to use perspective and how to be more subtle, without shedding eccentricity or open mindedness.

the quibbler, by the way, still exists and has grown into even more of an underground, activistic magazine. luna writes for it every month.

[ grief, death tw ] so things were going well, and then everything changed. grief came into her life again.  harry is dead – harry, one of her first friends, harry, who named his daughter after her, harry, who she loved. friendship is something incredibly important to luna — she painted the faces of her first ones on her bedroom wall, once — and when he died, she got scared by how grief took a hold of her. the first time she lost someone that significant to her, she was much younger, you see, and dealing with shock & trauma as well. this time, she was an adult, settled and grown up. she is more aware of her grief, and that is TERRIFYING.

she’s also less passive in her mourning. before, she was a kid. family friends visited and her father was on her side. now, she’s a parent, a friend; she visits the kids of friends in stead and sticks on ginny’s and everyone else’s side, in stead. luna might come across unfazed or disconnected from her pain, as she talks about it like she is, but she is not: she has her own way of mourning (as everyone does) and she can say some really Truthful and Raw shit at times.

she misses him so much. that’s what it boils down to. she misses him so fucking much. [ end of tws ]

of course she helps reinstate the order. there’s no question about it. luna doesn’t feel like a revolutionist or a soldier, but she does know how to fight, and she does know what is right. she’s good at strategy and defense, mostly, and at keeping spirits high and offering new perspectives.

so here we have luna: a parent, a fighter on the frontlines, a friend. she’s determined. she’s horribly saddened. she’s still herself, despite everything.

personality & tidbits

i think i already touched on this but i think it never hurts to repeat yourself so --- luna is a more grounded individual, at this point. she still has her head in the clouds, but her feet are standing solidly on the ground. she’s a dreamer, yes, but more of a realist, too. ( nothing like one of your best friends dying to make you realise how shit the world is, after all. ) luna isn’t very different from the luna we know in canon, but she’s matured. she’s more. she’s gone through a lot of positive development.

luna is constantly and always in awe of the friends and family she has, especially because she was so lonely for the biggest chunk of her youth. she’s extremely loyal and defensive of them.

luna is agender and has been aware of this for ... most of her life, really? she thinks gender is a big old construct and one she doesn’t want to apply to herself. if others do, she of course doesn’t mind or judge --- she’s veyr openminded when it comes to gender and sexuality. she prefers both she/her and they/them pronouns --- sometimes she doesn’t mind which one people use, and sometimes she will prefer one over the other.

is good at trying to keep up morale without it being an escapist ... kind of situation? offers fresh perspectives a lot, likes being a positive force and yes, sometimes it is easier to focus on the positive, and she will, then.

she really loves the stars and moon and astronomy and astrology!!! wow!!!!!!!

wears iconic outfits and we ALL know it

idk what more to write ive already written so MUCH

possible plots

first of all? i would love someone who can be kind of a mentee? because fuck yeah? i love that? any other magizoologists in this building that need some mentoring? hit me up!!!!

same goes for the quibbler, if your character somehow writes for the quibbler, hmu? i think xeno is still the editor but lbr the man is OLD

fellow trio era characters should hit me up so we can talk about the good old school days and CRIE

order members that are ?????????????????? at luna, that are a bit skeptical, etc etc?

fellow art buds

death eaters that want 2 eliminate her ig lets angst this up

idk luna is fairly easy to plot with so just hmu and we can figure something out!!!!

[tumblunni]

I had a really weird dream last night where it started off as some unrelated nightmare and then as soon as it got scary dr maddiman appeared and now it was all about him? Uhh, thanks madds! I wish i could learn how to do that on purpose, being able to summon your fave charries to save you from depression would be awesome!

The nightmare part was really damn weird, it was just my fear that if someone asks me to hold a baby i would mess up and drop it. So in this nightmare i did, and somehow its entire head splattered open like a jar of ravioli sauce IT WAS SO FUCKIN SCARY! and i was desperately running around the whole town asking anyone to call an ambulance but for some illogical reason they all said no, even though the mother was crying desperately over the baby clinging barely to the last shreds of life. IT WAS REALLY TENSE AND DISTURBING!! LIKE A WHOLE FUCKIN EYEBALL FELL OUT OF THE BABY’S HEAD how in the fuck even, it only fell like 30 centimetres onto some grass GAHHH im probably never gonna be able to hold a baby ever again.

So yeh I’m 90% sure that TRULY HORRIFIC nightmare was caused by the lack of sleep and general stress ive had over the last few weeks due to imminant moving house. BUT THANKFULLY SOMEHOW YOKAI WATCH SAVED ME

seriously it was so weird, one second i was in the whole scaryness and then suddenly it was the “nursing home for elderly yokai” and all previous plot was forgotten in favour of cute madds time. thank you whatever part of my subconcious is constantly occupied by my current viddygame obsession at all times!

the plot was apparantly that dr maddiman got sent to a nursing home against his will, and he was like ‘hello excuse me i know my family would not abandon me like i abandoned them, you are absolutely lying that they just dont want to visit me ALSO IM NOT EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO BE HERE’ (cos well he’s an old dad but in yokai years he’s practically a newborn, right?) So his quest was to figure out how to escape this place and get back to his son, he was SUPER PANICKED that clifford would think he’d just abandoned him again. like this seemed to take place directly after some hypothetical yokai watch 4 quest where they actually reunite and started living together again, cos madds was having flashbacks to cliff hugging the turtle yokai and being all ‘im so happy i have little brothers’. But then literally the next day after that happy ending, madds just woke up trapped in this weird supernatural prison claiming to be a nursing home, so HEY YO WTF IS GOIN ON?

And the style of this dungeon was REALLY COOL! it was totally like a prison with nursing home themed decorations and stuff, and a bunch of comedic prison warden/nurse monsters who were SUPER BUFF and kept yelling stuff like ‘TIME FOR BINGO NIGHT’ *shoots giant bingo chips as weapons* or ‘TIME FOR A SPONGE BATH’ *bonks you with a sponge for 1 damage* *BONKS YOU WITH AN ENTIRE BATH FOR 999 DAMAGE* The biggest challenge however was gaslighting? like, every one of these clearly yokai nurses was all ‘oh everything is perfectly fine this is just a normal nursing home and you are totally human man’. So the gimmick for the dungeon was that all of madds’s powers were limited to only stuff he could do as a human, yet at the same time he still kept his yokai appearance and weaknesses like the big frankenheart. So it was an excuse for the gameplay to be similar to the main yokai watch series, you’d ‘catch’ other yokai to help fight for you. Madds had to find other patients trapped here and pull them out of the illusions to add more people to his party. And he was also kinda really damn badass?? Still fought with throwing his scalpels and making evil potions and stuff even though all his magic was sealed. Like “dude my ultimate move was already one of my inventions rather than an actual spell, youre really underestimating me.” And of course he had to get REAL SERIOUS because the love of his son was at stake!!!!!! But he was still the same funny doctor, there were a few good scenes of him struggling to get past physics based puzzles (it was like distortion world but with sofas?) cos he’s so short and fat. And i think one of the other old dads he could add to his party was that square journalist demon guy that ive seen in some fanart but i dunno what his name is? I recall he was sassing like “i thought fat dudes in overalls were supposed to be good at jumping”, and teasing madds by taking photos of him falling off stuff and threatening to post an article of his top 10 fails. But I also got the sense that it wasnt really cruelty but just an attempt to piss madds off so he wouldnt give up? like ‘nyaah nyahh come get me i’m up here’ and then he’d actually grab his hand and help him up if he reached him. Like he was actually very grateful to madds for saving him, cos he’d come to investigate the story of the evil nursing home and got trapped instead. But he was too tsundere to admit his gratefulness so he was just saying he hated him while also being super loyal and helping him fight? I dunno man this dream just randomly gave me the idea that they would be good quarrelsome yet cuddly friends!

Anyway, i couldnt recall all of the adventure after i woke up, but i think the ending was a boss fight against a clone of Hans Full? the villain behind the evil nursing home turned out to be dr nogut, who in my headcanons is maddiman’s dad so it was like an ironic punishment ‘you abandoned me so i’ll trap you in an illusion of your kids abandoning you’. ‘no dad i ran away cos you were an abusive prick, and it was your own damn fault you died in unrelated circumstances. ALSO YOU MISSED THE MEMO I ALREADY HAD FAMILY ABANDONMENT PLOTS’ (I think a way madds knew this was all an illusion is cos the details the nurses told him were missing everything that happened? Like ‘oh yes your family totally love you and nothing is wrong’, cos evil gramps just assumed his son had run off and had a perfectly perfect life that he was jealous of)

Anyway, nogut had made a bootleg knockoff of hans full and was like SEE HOW YOU FARE AGAINST YOUR OWN ULTIMATE CREATION (EXCEPT BETTER COS I MADE IT) And madds had some sort of badass one liner like ‘he wasnt just a weapon to me, he’s my son’. And him and his army of good dads managed to defeat Second Hans without killing it, to prove a point to jerkass dad about what true dadness is. It was a really bizzare way of winning, though! He suddenly broke the fourth wall and said “if i run far enough out of the loading area then the chasing AI will stop”, then blasted a hole in the wall and just set off running into the void of untextured scenery. i guess that could kinda work in-universe too, considering that this was an illusion dungeon? like maybe illusions just work that way, lol. So nogut’s big boss monster just was unable to move beyond the limits of the dungeon walls, but nogut himself was real so he could keep following them. Madds had to fuckin run a mile a minute to dodge flying knives from this dude, but pissing him off was exactly what he wanted! They ran so far into the void that nogut’s illusion dungeon ‘despawned’, and they were just stuck here. Like ‘if you want to get out, you have to uncast the spell and let all of us out!’ So he did, and then everyone was able to beat him up with their full powers and also madds’s son and all of his friends busted in thru the window halfway thru and joined in, it was basically maximum catharsis time! Also it turned out he was only using illusions to make his bootleg hans look bigger and tougher than the real thing, it was actually a pocket size wimpy version cos he sucks. So as well as rescuing madds they also adopted Second Hans and everything was super cute and even more family than before~!

so yeh a very good anti anxiety dream right after an anxiety dream, lol

[jolie-auletta]

Lose Yourself, To Find Yourself.

So, I had the honour of being part of an international women’s day seminar yesterday. Hosted by the beautiful Gaia Rose, at her annual awakened woman gathering.

Part of a 7 woman strong team, I made my first public speech.

Stood in front of 50 women I didn’t know, I spoke about something that had impacted my life. How I fully and completely lost myself, but found my true self by doing so.

So here goes;

When I first found out I was going to be speaking today, I was an anxiety ridden mess, I was almost automatically filled with all kinds of insecurities. What if my story isnt as exciting as everybody elses. What if people judge me. What if I dont even inspire any one?

And as normal as that thought process is for someone who has never spoken in public before, it isnt actually very logical.

While I was writing this speech I sent it over to my friend to read over and I told her I felt somewhat guilty for mentioning someone from my past.

I am literally about to say things to a room of strangers that I've never even said a loud before!

But that's when it hit me, I want to be part of teaching our daughters and the next generation of women to not be afraid of simply speaking the truth!

I was always an intelligent kid. I taught myself how to speak other languages, play musical instruments, top of the class.. so I should have been a grade A student, gone to uni and I could have been living 'the dream' right now.

I know that the dream is just perspective. The dream is what you make it. But what I’m trying to say, is I could have had a smooth and easy life, if things had been different.

I don't dwell on that though, devine alignment is something I speak of often. All that is meant to be, will be.

My secondary school days were awful. I started later than I should have, so perhaps that had something to do with it? I don't know. But I felt like I was just always having to try harder than normal, just to make friends. Constantly seeking approval from my peers, constantly trying to be ‘one of them’.

What I've realised it comes down to, is I've just never had good social skills. Which no body believes when I tell them because I come across so confident and eccentric!

But honestly I'm what I like to call a social chameleon. I can blend in with any group, but it's all down to analysis of behaviours and mimicking. In a sense it's just acting.

And that's what school was like for me, I shuffled between groups, making friends then falling out with them over things I just didn't understand at the time

It's like I just didn't know how to integrate with people , or be myself.

So along with feeling like I has no real friends.. I was actually bullied too. The entire time.

I remember having to leave school early just to avoid confrontation. The worst part is, I didn't tell a soul I until I was 25? So a whole 10 years went by without even telling my own mum that I was bullied!

That's something I really regret now. Because I believe it all stems from there and if I had reached out to someone, it could have all been different.

Anyway, the last year of school rolled round and I'm obviously so happy to leave!

But then this fear kicked in. What if I get bullied again!?

So I had an ingenius plan. (in hindsight this was not an ingenius plan at all)

I firstly completely went off radar. I chose a college in a new area, where no one would know me and heres the ingenius part. I made a new personality. Who is the most unbullyable person, I thought? All my previous bullies where quite 'rude girl' personas, so thats when i pieced everything together and decided who I’d be.

And it worked. No one picked on me and I was actually popular.

The mask was working, but that’s all it was, a mask.

I was still constantly seeking approval from people, always trying to be what I thought other people thought was cool, not what I actually thought was cool.

About 8 years ago, i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and BPD. I was on medication but I took myself off of them when I fell pregnant. I did see a psychiatrist for a number of years, but I'm due to have another evaluation because I tick a lot of the boxes for autism!

This was literally a lightbulb moment! When I found out I could be on the spectrum- everything in my life made sense. And it turns out its really common for women with autism to go under the radar, or be diagnosed with depression, anxiety or bipolar/bpd like I was, and that's it, autism isn't even considered.

I am quite obviously high functioning, but every day scenarios like dealing with my emotions, sensory predicaments and simple socialising are a daily battle for me.

I have done A LOT of self healing and I have made a lot of progress, but I have come to the conclusion that whether I'm one, none, or all of the above , I just don't fit in a box and that's okay!!

I found my release in music, it was a coping mechanism, a world to get lost in.

But this leads me onto the second part of my story. During my music years, I met someone who would change my life.

A narccissist.

As i said before i do believe everything happens in devine order and its all lead me to where I am today. And I don't even hold a grudge towards this person. What's done is done.

And we were actually friends for a long while before getting together, we were best friends in fact, I can't even fault the friendship.

But the relationship was TOXIC!

The mental abuse was off the scale. And he also introduced me to cocaine. Now, in the beginning, it was all fun and games. Parties, recreational and I had no responsibilities in life so I thought why the hell not.

But it became more than that. He got me involved in not only taking it, but selling it too.

The entire relationship became based on that.

And ultimately it was detrimental to my soul.

I didnt even recognise myself. My family didn’t recognise me. It was like I had all these layers of personality I had invented to hide behind, but I couldn’t even remember who I was underneath it all!

I became more and more involved in this crazy lifestyle, so much so I ended up in prison because of it.

Honestly I look back and just think, how could I be so STUPID. It took me so long to admit that I was in a controlling and abusive relationship.

This guy had a hold on me. The kind of hold only a narccissist can have.

This wasnt some teenage crush where i 'loved' him so much and I'd do anything for him. I was a crushed soul, bowing down to a dictator.

I did what he wanted, when he wanted. I didn’t even exist. It was all about him.

My mental state was in pieces.

Im honestly so embarrased to tell people Ive been to jail. I mean even saying the word jail. It makes me cringe. I rarely tell people. There are family members that don’t even know!

But that prison freed me. From the jail that was my own body.

Its almost heartbreaking to think of myself all alone in a cell, no friends or family , but I had time to be on my own. With ME! The actual me, not the me I had been playing the part of for the last god knows how many years.

I honestly remember the day the penny dropped, it was when I put my nose ring back in. It sounds so crazy, but when I put it back in, all the pieces of me started to sort of fall into place too. I wore the clothes I wanted. I wore my hair how I wanted and I was starting to love being me again.

The mask was off! I existed again! And that was a beautiful feeling!

I can’t believe I’d kept up this charade for so many years! I should have been an actress, seriously 😂

So fast forward to today, I have a daughter, My Isabella Amethyst. I honestly love her more than I ever thought was even possible and she has played a major role in me becoming the person I am today, because she deserves me at my best and no less.

Another point to make is… As some one who was too foreign for the white folk; yet too white to be black… my whole life I had never fit in to a ‘group’.

I started researching my ancestral heritage and had a deep spiritual connection with the Italian and Spanish parts of my DNA. I even discovered I had Amerindian and oceanic DNA. Which was amazing and even more soul grabbing for me, it gave me a sense of belonging.

A lot of people say wow jode, you've changed so much!

But i am now, who I actually was before I was pressured in to believing I wasn't good enough as myself! Before I invented a new me, just to fit in with everyone else!

So along with becoming a parent, Ive managed to start my own holistic business too!

I do everything I love now, everything that makes my soul happy. I say yes to my intuition and say no to anything that doesn't serve me. We as women have to learn put ourselves first! We have to learn to trust ourselves, love ourselves and actually learn to be a bit selfish!

Life has given me some lemons, as they say. My world was incredibly sour at times and I have found my self in the darkest of corners, alone. But as clische as it is, after the darkness comes light.

I can wholeheartedly say that although I may not be 'living the dream' I could have been, if I had chosen all the 'right' paths in life, I am infact HAPPY. My soul is content and I am ME.

No matter what any of us have been through in life, we not only grow through it, we can flurish beyond it. These awful things happen to us, but they do not define us.

Sometimes we just have to lose ourselves, to find ourselves.

[purelypacino]

sorry if you've been asked this before but what are your thoughts on GF Part 3? I feel like it gets a lot of undeserved stick? Understandably the first 2 are magnificent and hard shoes to fill, but I got the sense that Coppola was never trying to outdo the first 2 films he was just trying to complete the story. I feel, personally, like the story was completed justifiably whilst being kept true to the characters. I even think Sofia wasnt all that bad & the tragedy was played out beautifully

It does!!! I don’t hate Sofia either, but I want to see Winona’s screen test if one exists. I think she would’ve been a high point for people who would’ve otherwise hated it. She looks more like Michael’s daughter too, despite not even being Italian.

Something the third movie failed at was in matching the wardrobe to the time period, which is odd when you consider what a perfectionist Francis is. He reshot scenes from II when it was pointed out to him that zippers hadn’t been invented yet, and all the pants should have buttons on them instead. He always made sure that everything matched the era so that it took you to that time and place.

When I watch III, though, it feels like a 90s movie even though the story opens in ‘79. Michael’s hair, Vincent’s hair, Mary’s clothing, all look too modern. They get it right with Connie and Kay. Seems like Francis rushed some elements and put his meticulous touch on others. 

What’s funny about III is that it’s the one everyone hates, but references the most. “Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in” is the line people go to when they want to do their best Pacino.

[credens-justitiam]

@max-armentas-random-ramblings HERE YOU GO MY DUDE

Do you prefer writing with black or Blue pens?

Black, though it doesn’t matter what color it is as long as it writes well. I don’t like pens that are too bright to see on paper though

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

I love city/downtown areas, because I love walking around in places with lots of activity but also places where I could retreat and have a bite. Though with every passing day I feel an insatiable desire to go off into a cottage in the woods and never speak to another human again

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

I’d want to learn how to socialize like a normal person tbh

Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

Me me big hate coffee but when I do drink tea, usually I take it unsweetened

What was your favourite book as a child?

PJO!!! I remember my sister borrowed the first two from the library and I think I read them in the span of a day

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Showers, bc I always feel like I waste water/energy with hot baths whoops. And I can’t stand just laying there with nothing to do but sit in my own tub water and besides you have to clean the tub

I would really like to try a bath bomb though bc they look so nice

If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

Siren, kitsune, just any kind of fae or demon that can mess with people

Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

dude i havent read anything in such a long time that wasnt an assignment but if I had to choose, probably paper. Fanfics are good too though

What is your favourite item of clothing?

My fave outfit NGNL shirt that I wear with dark red pants and flowery vans

Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

It’s okay, sometimes I don’t feel like it suits me but idk what would. My pseud wouldn’t feel right as a real name either

this kind of reminds me of a NGNL character that bet her name away in a game, so now she exclusively goes by “Shrine Priestess” (bc that’s what she is)((tbh it had nothing to do with the question but well now you know)

Who is a mentor to you?

idk I don’t think I really have a singular mentor figure that I try to emulate, just a few people that I admire and try to replicate the things about them I like

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

I’d want to be that lady down the block that bakes and lets you pet her cats and offers safe places for the local teens

Are you a restless sleeper?

I wake up to other people’s alarms a room over, so I’m a decently light sleeper

Do you consider yourself a romantic?

I’d say more of an idealist? Because even though I can get discouraged by things easily I still try to hold out for better things to come

Which element best represents you?

I remember answering this at one point, and I said then a mixture of water and earth. So mud. I’m mud

Who do you want to be closer to?

The people I’ve chatted with during the summer

Do you miss someone at the moment?

^^^those people

Tell us about an early childhood memory.

I cried at everything does that count

What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

Roast duck from asian bbq is pretty good. Not weird, just that I know many people have eaten it

What can you see outside your bedroom window?

Patio, grass, fences, the occasional bunny

What are you most thankful for?

My friends

Do you like spicy food?

I hate it so much but yet I like eating spicy kimchi ramen just because I like the texture of instant ramen noodles for some godforsaken reason

Have you ever met someone famous?

Nope, people like hollywood stars/people you usually think of when you hear ‘celebrity’ don’t really interest me? not to be a hipster LOL but I find them hard to keep track of so I just haven't

Do you keep a diary or journal?

Somehow I’m just very bad at maintaining a set routine for everything, this includes keeping personal logs (or logs of anything)

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Mechanical pencil, but not the kind that squeaks when it writes. I tend to write very fast and messily so while I like the way pen looks, it gets a little chaotic

What is your star sign?

Taurus

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

On the soggier side, because I hate it when things are too crunchy and scrapes the inside of my mouth

What would you want your legacy to be?

I just want to be a kind person that’s important to my little circle of people

Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

I do but I don’t ever read fdsadfjk I used to be such a bookworm

Last time I read was last night, trying to stop procrastinating on my summer AP lit reading (fences and kite runner0

How do you show someone you love them?

you could just be hanging around and minding your own business and suddenly I’m there, and I try to gift you things. but I struggle between wanting all your attention and wanting you to be able to interact with whom you please

Do you like ice in your drinks?

it can be winter and I will still drink ice water

What are you afraid of?

anything with an exoskeleton

What is your favourite scent?

I just love fresh and clean scents, especially fruit ones

Do you address older people by their first or last name?

tbh I don’t really... talk with older people often? i dont get out much ahaha

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

Just enough for me, pets, maybe another close person

Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

I don’t think I’ve swam in an ocean, but I have in a lake and while it’s pretty I just prefer pools

What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

If it’s in a building, then I’d probably hand it to a receptionist,some equivalent, but if it’s outside then I’d probably just take it

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

I haven’t, stupid urban light pollution

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

I actually do want tattoos! I’d want minimalist designs of like flowers and stars and such and I’d want them behind my ears, on my stomach and thighs (places that are usually covered up)

What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

erm I don’t really wanna have young kids bc I feel like I’d screw up somehow but if I could be a mentor figure to older kids then I’d say not to be too hard on themselves, land to look out for themselves and others

Where do you feel the safest?

At home, preferably alone

What can you hear right now?

I’m listening to music but I can hear the occasional airplane flying over

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

idk exactly but I hope I can be independent and self-sufficient in the future

What is your most used emoji?

A combo of the sparkles, the two hearts, stars

If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

I don’t like the idea of going into the past bc so many aspects/things that are important to me aren’t always well-received now, let alone in the past

What is your favourite season? Why?

Autumn, because I like cool weather and layering clothes, though I like when plants flourish in the spring. Also, the insects die in the cold so I’m cool with that

Invent your own word. What does it mean?

????? as much as I love linguistics I just can’t think of one

How would you spend your ideal day?

At the local downtown area, maybe alone or with a friend, just unhurriedly walking outside the shops. Then go home and just chill

Describe yourself using one word.

Ohworm?

What do you regret the most?

Spending my summer either working or doing nothing whoops

[holanads]

This is something that I really wanted to write from a long long ago. This, I dedicate to greatest geek who ever lived NIKOLA TESLA.

For those who still don't know who Tesla is. Voila, introducing:

Nikola Tesla.

An inventor, engineer, physicist, and futurist. He catapulted his career by working with Thomas A. Edison (sounds familiar?), creating more than 700 patents and making dozens of major breakthroughs in modern alternating current (AC) electricity. 

"I thought Edison was the father of the electric age" Talkin bout the light bulb, I know this must be a controversy writing but, the fact is, Edison wasnt the inventor of the light bulb. He IMPROVED upon the ideas of 22 men who pioneered the light bulb before him. Humprey Davy, Joseph Swan and James Bowman were having the idea and demonstrated it first. So, what makes Edison's contribution to electric lighting so extraordinary is that he didnt stop with improving the lumb, thats good. But the thing is, Edison wasnt really improving it by himself, Telsa was the man behind the perfect bulb. Edison asked Tesla for solving some problem while making it perfect. Sadly, after what Tesla's done, he got nothing from Edison. Ya Rabb. *Tolong mas ditampol aja, biar ngga kebiasaan.

Edison simply only figured out HOW TO SELL the light bulb. He wasnt an inventor but businessman.

Well, Im not gonna talk about it further but I'd say that both Tesla and Edison were geniuses but Tesla is underrated, so people should recognize Tesla as much of a Genius as Edison. But, gotta say that Tesla was a 'poor' businessman.

Back to Tesla. Did yano Tesla got an idea where people abled to charge energy wirelessly for home? it simply rains down from the earth's ionosphere, sounds so eco-friendly, uh? and it is FOR FREE, FOR EVERYONE, FOREVER!

But, sadly that was something Tesla invented that he didn't share with the world, probably because he was afraid of uninspired jackasses stealing his patents(?) Nevertheless, I’m still so obsessed to explain briefly about Nikola Tesla’s creations. So fantastic that it’s ageless, although now it’s been around 100 years.

Here I mention some of his inventions. Read on the comment bellow👇 Delete CommentoohmynadsEver wonder who the man behind Hydroelectric at Niagara Falls? Tesla. Neon lighting? Tesla. X-rays? Tesla. Free Energy? Tesla (Tesla Coil) Wifi? Tesla. Remote Control? Tesla. The modern electric motor? Tesla. Wireless communications? Tesla. And many more!

C'est ouf! Nikola Goddamn Tesla is the nicest inventor. EVER! Without question, Tesla was a genius.

FYI, he spoke 8 languages: Serbian, English, Czech, German, Hungarian, Italian, Latin and Français (bout to learn this deeper)

That's why, I can't help myself to be one of those mainstream people who admire him. "So, Tesla should have been rich and famous?" Unfortunately, no:(

Died a poor, isolated, mentally-broken, and dejected man, were Tesla's reward for all the things he gave to humanity.

Tesla one of the greatest human beings that has ever lived and yet no one is talking about him. He should be on the same plateau as Archimedes and Auguste Piccard. His designs are still being used today. In fact, sekarang Elon Musk sedang mengembangkan ide Tesla, mobil listrik.

BTW, “Tesla never married" (ladies, calm down) He once said in earlier years that he felt he could never be worthy enough for a woman (what?!), considering women superior in every way. His opinion had started to sway in later years when he felt that women were trying to outdo men and make themselves more dominant.

Oh Teslaaa, you broke my heart so bad. You just hadn’t met me yet, I wish I could've changed your mind HAHA.

“I don't care that they stole my idea. I care that they don't have any of their own” ― Nikola Tesla

GUESS: who are on the frame?!

[sweetlifetownsville]

Caught Out!! Townsville Enterprise Doctors Political Survey Results

With three quarters of a million dollars of ratepayers money each year, this should be the trigger for a complete overhaul of this secretive, biased organisation run with staggering on-going incompetence. Theyre certainly nowhere near clever enough to successfully lie. This is a clearly partisan and lets face it, totally dumb attempt to manipulate voter intention with outright lies, and cannot be ignored even in the highly unlikely case it was a mistake. Also, Labor lass Jenny Hill believes big private business should get all the government assistance and public money they can, and although she unsuccessfully championed this for Adani, our mayor now has her public begging bowl out in Canberra for another set of n billionaires. Why The Magpie supports Israel Filou in his row with those pompous, over-stepping rugger buggers. And the legal loophole that means you can drive on illegal drugs and not be fined or detected But First Bentley will be back next week, having, as old Sir Wally Scott would put it, home(ward) his footsteps he hath turnd, from wandering on some a foreign strand. (Dear Mystified of Mysterton, it means hes back from travelling overseas sigh). So until then, for those who like a little visual titillation, heres a small selection of the state of play on the enormously enjoyable Brexit contortions.

There is a certain schadenfreude is all this fall from arrogance that prompted that famous Times headline Heavy Fog In Channel. Continent Cut Off. The Times, October 22, 1957 but this is regarded as a bit of triumphal chortle by the Times at pre-war Nazi propaganda which first invented the headline to criticise Britain in the 1930s. While Were Overseas, Lets Duck Across That Channel

It affects us all, atheists like The Pie included. But, unusually, The Pie upset a few folks in comment during the week when he posted this comment:

OK let The Magpie be the first to call it and condemn him as a negative conspiracy theorist if you will you wont be the first. But the first sign is there. The Parisian authorities have been very quick one would say with indecent and panicked haste ,. to declare that the Notre Dame fire was definitely accidental BUT THEY SAY THEY DONT KNOW WHAT CAUSED IT!!! An oddity to say the least, we know the Frogs are a rum lot, but that conclusion is mysterious. Heres a conspiracy theory for you authorities DO KNOW what caused it arson of one sort of another, and the roster of restoration workers in the building prior to the blaze will be looked at in detail. The authorities fear which some justification that if they announced it was arson immediately, with public grief, anger and dismay running so dangerously high in a population renowned for its volatility, there would be bloody chaos, especially by right wing groups who would automatically blame the countrys somewhat militant Muslim minority. And such almost certain mayhem could not be contained within the borders of France so perhaps when the cause is made public, it will either be a Watergate-style exercise, or authorities will hope if they have to announce it was in fact arson, some of the heat will have been dialled down, unlikely as that may be. Good luck, world. The Pie maintains this is a reasonable theory, reinforced subsequently by the vague official statement in the past 36 hours that the heart-breaking blaze was probably started by an electrical short circuit which may be correct, but such short circuits can be arranged (known in certain circles as a Jewish stocktake.) But humour inevitably found more than one joker making light of the tragedy we do that from a distance dont we? when a commenter posted : No one knows who started the fire, but Quasimodo has a hunch Boom-tish. Back To The Home Front, And The Dudley Do Nothings Finally Have Done Something but not only is it the wrong thing, but could be actionable . TEL ran this full page ad in the Bulletin today (Saturday), an ad which was paid for by ratepayers who involuntarily give this pointless outfit $750,000 and subsidised rent every year.

The odour of rodent was instantly overwhelming.

KAP Candidate for Herbert Nanette Radeck Particularly to the Katter Party and its candidate for Herbert, school teacher Nanette Radeck. She was quick out of the blocks soon after the paper hit the streets, to call out TEL for rigging the graph. Ms Radeck posted this immediate response on Facebook (the Paul Bunyan she mentions is the KAP candidate for Dawson.).

The most telling question posed there by Ms Radeck is motive. What on earth is a crowd like TEL doing underhand stuff like this, or will they have to admit to incompetence, which will surprise no one. Another question raised is can we actually trust the other Partys replies as posted in this ad, or have they been fluffed up to suit whatever secret agenda the TEL board, CEO Patty OCallaghan and Mayor Mullet have cooked up. TEL using ratepayers money to influence those same ratepayers how to vote while at the same time enriching the Bulletin is a closed circuit power loop at least thats what they think. What neither TEL or the Bulletin seem to realize is that no matter what the readers politics, this inept, stumblebum attempt at playing political grown-ups has further shattered credibility and support within the community for both TEL and the Bulletin. But hey, but dont worry, now that Ms Radeck has outed TEL for either their sloppy and/or deceitful actions, you may rest assured Our Jenna is on the job she has guaranteed that during this election campaign, nothing will get by her or her tough-questioning investigative journalists she said so in the paper, remember?

Or is this pic sent in by an amused Magpie reader the literal truth? Fit only for the bottom of cockies cages?

Jenny Hills Business Brainwave

No doubt inspired by the successful hordes of beggars she encountered while in India visiting her pal Gotem Adani, our Mayor Mullet has had yet another light bulb moment or should that be begging bowl moment. While in on the sub-continent, Mayor Mullet had the opportunity to take a stroll through the surrounding city streets. And it proved to be an inspirational moment. Desperate for people to believe that the unicorn battery factory will become a reality, the mayor regularly farts a rainbow update of twaddle spouted by a the Magnis company desperate to keep its wobbly share price up. Magnis and its consortium partners are considering eight yes, EIGHT Australian sites for a battery manufacturing operation. Geez, hope they dont try to play one city off against another, a sort of bidding war. Cripes! awww, no, they wouldnt dare. Desperate to breathe new life into this severely ailing unicorn, Mayor Mullet has resorted to a favourite Labor tactic; in the belief that she can scare up even more concessions of public money during an election campaign, she has dusted off the Townsville begging bowl, and is seeking commitments of $50million from both major parties for unspecified infrastructure to benefit the councils billionaire private sector partners. It was best spelt out by old blog chum Memory Man during the week in comments.

So, the cats out of the bag. The Townsville battery factory needs more taxpayer funding to work. It got $3.5m to do a feasibility study from the State; it got some form of land gift from the Council; and now, the Mayor wants the federal government to chip in tens of millions for infrastructure. What this tells us is that the business case is looking pretty shaky, because if it wasnt why would the mayor be calling for a taxpayer handout?Sure, its her general style take public money and give it to a handful or private investors or billionaires but surely she cant be that gullible. Or is it just desperation? The Pies guess desperately gullible or gullibly desperate Speaking Of Dopey Matters, Heres An Interesting Snippet From Sophisticates Corner in the Astonisher

Well, thats nothing next to our southern neighbours in NSW. Presumably this applies to Queensland too. If Thats Given You The Munchies, This Will Be Of Interest Youll know who to curse when you pay for booze and tucker at the new stadium.

The Folau Flapdoodle Dizzy Izzy is just that, an intellectually childish twit BUT a twit with rights. And Australian Rugby has clearly over-stepped the mark with their plan to sack Folau over ONE SINGLE WORD he used in a tweet professing his religious beliefs which he has a right under Religious Freedom laws to do. This is what he tweeted.

So he certainly wasnt singling out gays and in fact, The Pie felt a little put-upon himself, as he, over 70 years, fitted seven of the criteria, if you include shoplifting Freddo Frogs from J.C.Pennys in Tamworth when aged 8 got caught never again and idolised Debby Reynolds in Tammy when aged 11. But the PC drunks and fornicators at Rugby Australia decided to do some very selective virtue signalling, and have now given a eminently ignorable tweet a thousand times the exposure it wouldve otherwise attracted. The New Zealand female Goth who is somehow Aussie Rugbys boss insists it was against Folaus contract to make any anti-gay statement publicly. Well, just for starters, whether RA has the legal power to impose such a rule in a contract is challengeable when it clashes with a right to religious freedom. Lawyers are already packing hampers for another legal picnic. And if the only way to maintain team morale is to gag players and staff from expressing privately held views in privately operated public forums, then the games morally rooted off the field, matching their on-field chaos. And in all the huffing and puffing, there havent been too many, if any, voices in the gay community with anything much to say frankly, they couldnt care less, this sort of bible bashing is no doubt well beneath them. Columnist Miranda Devine is not someone with whom the Pie usually agrees, but she was eloquent in expressing her and The Pies take on this stupidity on the Today Show. Israel Folau is a sad throwback to the missionary-inspired simplistic superstitious barbarism peddled to the less aware in the basic Pacific cultures, and he is your everyday bible bashing parrot with a fairytale-fried brain whose opinion should be discounted if ever encountered. But nevertheless, The Magpie fully supports him in this matter, rather than support some self-righteous Colonel Blimps who would not allow The Magpie to express that aforesaid opinion if they had their way. And a final note to the developmentally delayed who are back there still pondering Izzys naughty list: no, my dears, idolator is not someone on the dole. Health Check-Up

Indeed, something gotta give with Queensland Health soon. And Townsville Hospital wont be exempt. Last weeks correspondent, patient Richard Bingley is out of hospital but the battle with some health services goes on. This is his update of a couple of days ago. Hi. Ive been discharged on Wednesday. The system failures continued. On discharge I was advised I was having 8 heart related medications added to what I was already on. Very important you dont miss the top two as they support the stents put in your heart and stop them from clotting and failing. The medical team advised the hospitals pharmacy spoke to my current pharmacist and provided new prescriptions and they would be ready Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday afternoon my chemist had still heard nothing. I attended dialysis Thursday then the TTH pharmacy to be informed sorry Richard we werent told you had been discharged so we havent contacted your pharmacy yet. It was sorted by 4 pm and I had to do a double up on the dosage because I missed one. Another thing identified is appointments. There are office staff tripping over each other with bugger all to do up there. I have permanent appointments Tuesday Thursday and Saturday 06.45 am to 11.15 am at the dialysis clinic. Yet when the office staff schedule an appointment with another specialist they make that appointment during dialysis time. The you beaut computer booking system cant tell the staff I am already booked in for an appointment therefore doubling up. Specialist clinics dont have computer access to recent tests. Apparently they take up to 30 days to be uploaded onto the system. In my case that lead to three ECG heart scans over a 10 day period all showed irregularities in my heart that required immediate action, none were acted on or uploaded into the system for two specialist appointments I attended in that time. The question of why the test was given three times and someone else being delayed while tests are repeated. How many emergencies could have been prevented if the checks and balances were in place. My mother is drafting a full detailed letter of the shortcomings of the system up until my heart attack. She will send it on to Ross Bates and Deb Freckleton. Along with the Member of Mundingburra (again) and to the health minister (again) and complaints system at the hospital (again) Hopefully something may get accomplished this time. Im supposed to be starting some form of cardiac rehabilitation treatments as soon as possible. In Qld health that must means 10 years at this stage. Just wont hold my breath. Pedants Corner From comments during the week. The Magpie Good news for finger weary word pedants, fed up with going back through text to change ize to ise, all the while muttering through gritted teeth something about bloody American cultural imperialism. It turns out that ise is the newcomer, for reasons not totally clear, and no less than Prince Charles uses ize because it is orginal English.

As The Guardian reports, Even the word bible Oxford Dictionary says either one is OK. Least Surprising Headline Of The Week The chickens are on final approach, undercarriage down, ready for landing back on the roost.,

In fact, staying abreast of all the happenings in America this week has kept The Magpie busier that an AFL turnstile ticket-taker. And for the first time in his experience, an unfortunate moment: never before has a President publicly and purposely used the word bullshit, but President Agent Orange (Caution: defoliates constitutions) used it several times in a number of tweets when he discovered his Mueller troubles are far from over. The fun is just beginning but the American toonist s continue to have a field day. A subtle one from The New Yorker kicks off this weeks gallery.

And Finally, For Book Lovers In these trying times for our beloved city, The Pie thinks he has found some revealing reading matter, which may clarify things for you he spied these while browsing through Booktopia. There is this handsome tome on the antecedents of our current council

which has led to this academic follow-up summation

which was then naturally followed by

But there is one book we will never get a peek into it is Jenny Hills private get even diary, The Book of Revenge.

Thats our lot for now, (full edit in the morning), hope you enjoy the rest of Easter break, and trust you find some fodder in here to inspire you to jump into comments, they run 24/7. And as always, you can help the blog to stay aloft with a donation, the how to button is below sincere thanks to those whove helped out so far, it has been of great assistance. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/caught-out-townsville-enterprise-doctors-political-survey-results/