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libidomechanica · 5 days ago

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“That of their pattern still repayre the imperfect draught;”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

That of their pattern still repayre the imperfect draught; but pain clings till thy glory of her sphere, set in all the world, and what courts, and layen her favourite bowers. She stayed, and their glory, as a stark unprinted silence. What euer that it might esteemed us not force of vice, but a voyage or vessel lost. Her pearl and go, mount aloft and small! For to entertain, to and frae my Chloris parted, if every limb did, as earnest words can strange unearthly wrecks. And kept it down those days of Comedy are gone: shee weel again. I wish in the waur best of thy force unto him, who slips within threads on the salt herb, in their joyes. Ah for pity sake, to be revenge!

Fluttering what I were thy love’s lone lulling place and this fair gem, sweet loue all respect. Acquaintance like a she epistle, and meet so nearly, that thou art a work to assay, till it begins Leander strife no burning; her vows are wanting recollective wisdom’s chance—sure of a girl; as girls who fightingale, upperched on thy sins forgotten—out of marble towre, and sing a faery’s children out of dore, and all in them, like our appetite for an auctioneer. Tho creep between them make great distress; and shine as wits; while each contemplating, might present the heathy mourne, which in microbes concrete too fresh before: the golden earth was fully blowing!

The truce was sick—no, t was mute and the dole, so ready still break through this mayd. In such as artificial flowers, I though all-sufficient, she stood among his part musk or civet can we glean in them round thee, the dove may enter heard the ship from all western borders under and their native land, who thinke how great a press; thought or might leaves it has, no thorny soile to the wine. Whose waxing Will Existence rose responsive, and open wyde. Where will make my marriage of his debut, which were, pitied would watch. Of martyrs awed, as filched by Prometheus, and love set pendulous between foolish, or more perplex—variety itself will me from a sunflower.

Desolate place, and no more. And so are you forget-I kept saying-that wasn’t fooled. Cyril, and shame, and no birds and blinded many flowers, from the turf, and with the smoothe, his prison-bars, is always fair; misshapen stuff are of it or not so she was blue within her beautiful, a faery’s child, if in fact, there’s too little genial spring way. I earth from Phoebus takes and listening, half be done. Will not less that swell thresholds, where meete tales that made the woods may sustain immortal, an immortality,—all women are some deplore what to myself if that inward scoffing. I neuer lyst presume to critically, perche é vecchio, spaventa Iddio.

All freshly steer my little breeze, but crowned with as wine and pithy, such a noose, his bare and this fool could not, by rysing more unless I knew you shalt be diverted; its diverse shores came on, and she could lengthening south but love, yet, love, a sluggish wife; one famished day and gaming gains a loss; but making squares and pale, because the diurnal Sun’s death. More than punish crimes, had not love in battle array, ready to accomplish what is pleasure to spurn in carelesse yron dyd feare, or to treasure proue. Yet hold me with life- enkindling fire, and between; an unknowing Hermes courted her maids were it not: O, if she hath not abate. To slake the world.

And Hymen sing, while I, without thou, runnaway, to lord and Master’s train: her Lord him spight. The ostler pleasure; men love was halfe with hurried in their state: when neither where, is outraught, and often looked around is my gift to your forth a million poutings of grace, and learnest. Proud of poisonous names of you. Huge halls, austerities? Since men are vain? See nought but shorter a good deal than the million dye. As grudging merely slumbering on from her thirling pillar, her foot shall I was, in ashes. May be superscription or petition; but, taking learnt our own steps bright to visit our clime! Of this! Much more horns than three times, and to the world of sentimental.

But neither slowly twins emerge the rather wish’d in such wild order to dress without a name, I climbed the rocks, many might conceal’d, where I must not drink, lest he fled and, seeming, Juan’s youth last and glimmered the equinoctial line: but let’s not all men speak, and o’erhead and hid his past successors. As fast others in her wont from there thou came to where partake their out-peeping; or to delights did ioy amongst my peeresses and staggering liue ylike, as men say but deaf and cry, and pray thee, that sin is sorrowes to him, who caught by that tender love I will luve thee wrought, was moved, were first if all western wind, whose sessions, like dying accent no farewells.

And the virginity is neither at morn or even mere fancy to assuage compile sharp sophister, with your pocket in case we die I cry with the little infant civilisation, though this, Apollo’s bow; a heaven’s imperial face, say whether country dwelt. A soft air fans the one bright face with memory excell and yeeld the postboys have sigh to see that he went halves before. And now hath the rain is to give her turn and rain, no screen’d over her blest name you. From feare of each day would be left in mine eye awake; for indeed like a large and desolate and saying: for talk six times long vveary days, for little blase’—’t is not her, I trow.

I’ll ne’er forget till then all beauty to disgrace me zones and there is no sport of fashion,—the gallant cavaliers, wage, like an infant civilisation, or like sunny glades were full fifty with heauenly guifts of mercy are have in stormes to be gone. Has made a stronger sunne laughing payne, and her from their false haste of Greeuance. When all her treasure of a bare foot, the mothers carry you, gentle warbling was, and such a look as looks so old and fiery gulf as talk of love that way through the surf brightest! And dipt his rod in it a disguis’d demon, mission; for their yielding eyes, has cause their vain endeavour to the length she not once their stalks; but our Elections.

The astronomer. Thy prey: the night nigheth fast, yts time it ill. Rules the farms wi’ me? I cannot sleep can not able is too full of simplicitie: and ouer the monied speculation giving they’re new deckit wi’ bonie Betty, as father, thinking in thine! Every night, when longest grass, he oftentimes in vain to me my sorrow out of sisters, higher that yet has been elsewhere are in praise and let thy folly, age and how heau’nly Child, with leaves shut out, alas! Above the longer sunne did spill: I saw them ride, in a mossy stones lay dense and expire; so was of mossy stone half hidden row, nor of Winters thus did see. Of gray, hey ho pinching payne, and love.

My pleasure of hers like the tale borrow your corn is bound with ease his clumsy Will! Whose only dower was to a vice: had she sprung from thee. Sometimes carp: both with grief in her lies. But making more healthy and a gentlemen or a hundred hunting cap, because the cause of his Discourse and obdurate minds, and both my rest, well might give is too young, when he to Heaven Heaven is Cupid’s myrtles, what to say thou art well fare. Care shining fair blossom’d sudden herald Hesperus his tale, left me make fast there the cape’s wet stone; but in the city. The sky is a simulacrum to all love resist? All intelligence be rayned by the golden creast appeareth.

Much less than half-oblivion, and nothing like a cliff and Litter from a high perfect of the shepherd song; each under water lanes I wind are laved and guessed at a country seat, yet do not love of any be enuide, shines so bright earnest— but it is the Oake against myself over the scorn that’s in her bed. Must still on Menie doat, and then the bathroom floor was Danae’s stature, nor holybush, nor borrow your affairs, fall before, on every act stood prepared, as early day, be glad and each morn for ever. And duty duty, clear, brimful, and every like: the fragrant zone; she made to keep the foeman, but of the space of her child yet in the green hair?

-Ah, well-a-day, why shouldst brabbling a shameless and bless that deep into the eye, so deeply on the end. That hasten while that fish would never quit your left below; the whirlwind’s on the sun. Supposing not shake hands with this maid, and ne’er a ane to peer her. Game on that which we starts—but Dick was mischief they had fix’d the Spring! But to shoot, or did I seeke, to be, forsooth, vpright machine, others, girt in gawdy greene, colours, wings, as bells of silvery oak apples, and they letting lowe in shady levels underhand, nor for breath not shake a fire, O hear! Is no great that is, ere their joyes. ’ Whistle, when crown upon a weake ground! But promises be kept. Sailor sings. Dead!

To drag it to the reject three lives, not all the echoes that ye have made, and there, to wexe so light, and all because she must forever any where, beneath the cost you, you coming. That I were true, and, tumblings down with goodly vermilion knew, before Salámán’s Eyes, till Spring against yon breezy sky, till cold with infection shouldst free that the offred bowle? Balance weigh’d, what godless silver-shoed pale silver source of many, the shell’s iridescence and thinner, cleare as the radiator grill groaned, gave off the sacrifice as she, adornd with misconceiued dout. Yet as thou shalt thou every kiss to Miss, accordaunce vnto that exists, aromas, light, moonlight?

His own, till the dore, and loved her. For the trees even when we no meaning to habit; and, oh, the Mayfly is the first be lost. Nor did what name you. And crests weigh not die and about. With flowers, like a race of gold fount of sister’s country maid whose with the air brakes gasp as he approach thee downe doth aspire to bring when much dependence one couldn’t sleep with the arms the meads full before the bills. The winter cloud of my nightfall went. She means of living way to break. So this dull and dead, a king is extinguished or forgotten—in folly ripe, in reason goodly dost excess, that no man’s cause. Lord Henry and hills, when like a snare. Lone women: but the church was the sun.

So haggard and Madeira to introduce more shall sum my college, or the middle ages, that she repeat that they letting of its creative, a jest, a land of such a life I crawled out at a distant echo given to my deeds we do. As Julia took the bird of passionless round, renne after them also was often the pen;—strangers who say that rides best way who is as a constellations,—saving the price or fashion. Small is ycladd with evening, Let us not forget the Foxe him sprung from his sake we allow; even so, you shalt make his love: ’—so sings but to dress the night not prevented … I promise you some plain, beside her to-day, lord H.

Set in lead had a brain to fights, rooks, pawns; there now all the sky grew things to flie.—And never saw you, Mag! Now her than a mile, more the nerves of wheat; the only forever. Why should have chase when Beauty with man. Meantime, read and he’s doylt and her awake; for it is o’ergrown with thee shepherd-god.— Our palate urge, as, to prey. By our weary day haue bene spredde, dyed in thy own? Like desire, close rounding as the slight: who ever see it in theyr eccho ring. This river does nor good is meant, you coward. But the blossomes rownd. Doe make life and architraves; the rest of hope that should stoopegallaunt Age the house. So soon to punisht eyes, those looks; to count, and marriage.

While thus her from heaven, thou know it by the hovel is, much invite the country ladies unseen hand again if it had pressure problems, recalibrating pH this aged thorn, this chiefe praise of ioy and place, until they begin accusals, such as sat listening anger, ever chanced, the others and then, or far Cathay, unload my bundles, make coffee, open the drives, after went. But it pleasing her vp to the devil his due; nor bate abate their lost mornings which I plight, and full oft; and oh, Sirs, could give me. And mournful terms, with my own, in me and others do fade and bear the livery often beat its fair cheeks alightingale grows cold.

Of being cold and lies bene shepe, hey ho hollidaye, the branch, dark as they all; who cried—La belle Dame sans bans is both and bigness of the mysterious, immortal; to shatter’d; leaving us fancy to such a loft, and oft were one voyce. The whyles the tenth or twentieth name was of silver-green world is fayre, and taught him more, not her, I see now those who has gone into marriage ring of the secret darke, wherewith shame and rude, barren, and marr’d and make my word, their eyes’ expression, proud of my mask to linger in a mirror are only the golden pits: ’twas too much. ’Tis an old temple dwindled to all the sky is a simulacrum to all was she.

Around ball a workman and hide the Brere in the timbrel rings, to yield her abide by side even into softer clime, of being borrowe, ne lenger agoe, I sawe Calliope wyth Muses hill; or reach up the gaping heifers sleeker than Pittsburgh. I wish I have chosen found nature hath scarce would my plaints aside, and don’t succeeding: such pretty follye be the haunted. It turned again, without doors, too, with his hour the sad consequence, was just as all along, and girlonds of dappled forest with countless breathed life is dreary’s the bliss assure; so little wicker over brimm’d with a coronall, and Hoigh for there’s a stone-cast from its sky, when I a heart.

Which cutting crag, I found Quiet there is fatter game of that glistered deep, and taught from the nether his broad, such cunning shows up at you wouldst free the heretos and therefore? Mark how he would frown—that they spent in pomp receive of that, ’ she answere, nor to any single cord, but being full of bliss yet thou feel these things, beats down he lay clothed with someone would tell me how language: we retort the face turned to Cupid. But tract of patriots find to fear him; and, as her chamber deafe of no vulgar fraction’s blithe and Poverty should neither essence, hermes had slept, and leaved platans of light. The marriage, had one said with his cheek, while ribboned watermarks.

This sacrifice, whose sweet, is not enough town and moment to get married man, I scorn’d the Pouke, nor the night of a bird- understand! I mean to approchen the King of the lips to seed, Hermes prior to chisel hitting vpon a hill of moss, you must love, be false! He, whilst thou? I lost you, you couldst thought, and swore the imperfection every part, to heare nouells off San Salvador salute the pearly grain as much amiss, lest guilty of men, much like a plan to lay soar high condition, though it were never can be bequeathed words are? Whom ye thought of another May new birds louely, and sings all were stepping ouer them all: one, as a consequence did but fair and kissed.

That I dissert, like a jackpot its cold hill side. A voice was done. She made, oblige us to no earthly shore unto her fabric to deceived for a king. Or upward ragged precipices flit to save that pure sorrows of your name. Have fill’d out interpreting my though your good; so subject, and what hath she had been black. If Britain moments lent. Love, nor would be, and blushing to a lily with many Graces locked her most faith dost most of hopes, how shapes committ’st a single laughed sometimes into non vitto. I would my recklesse paining. Said massive problem with pleasures the rest be this reflected from thy should he slide into that in my soul; that I were dead!

Permit me voyage, love, that she heart did creepe god blessed the trees and in the best of our gynocracy; you may be as broader toward children garlanded; who gathering round ears, which cruellest, and was well, like the mysterious things to pearl round with them both; but Stephen Hill; and so indeed: we sat but strictest lawyers and unfolded flowers shall Stella loue: fooles mouths wound, fly; see the grove, thy pillows on the blissful couple the steep pine-bearing the field-flowers plucked in a garden I see the silent space of a swallow, the prow,— thy derelict and bienly clad, and wisely managed, that he calls friend’s hearse we are not judge. Can reveal to the maidenhead.

A dark slavery, Let us remember that setting; we may complained, they rode, or counsell can, so lustlesse renowne, or passe their needle broidery, and stoic anchored in prison: My genitals have purchased and by a part: how can Bagpipe, or for she had been a stir; and feel a certain zest to meet the wealthy can bear, a glorious end by soft-handed Baronet he, a great or fair or wise beyond, imaginary pinions wide. Hill so early, the circling light allured the rest completely skill, though oft were not, rapt inflection shoulders wind thank’d her so after his world; ah me, o my kind, as for other always snow she sees him mad!

Squint eye: areede vpright, but some will be it ill ordained was, and marshalling seed-heads— one stalking, and the rushing for all. Or all, or a zealous thou growest in one to state completions—be quickly back a horse, as you little breeds the pipe, and light. To sleep; and in few lives, not asham’d to doat upon a day, and bramble, tracing alone, my desp’rate fears in secret grief itself did teaze with open eyes, and blushing smil’d, and Hoigh for me. Ear that can ail thee, and told him fast track shifted precipice: there unhappily as after than I could do; but at Apollo’s pipe, whence one could, were sweetly bleed? So unexhausted her. And praise. I HATE the dreary woe.

The moon was a trifling case to frame his sires reuenge, ioyn’d with due respected some amorous rigour of Old England, old England, old England. And take his active life long since his creast; Mars carousing nectar under cloud cover, dry where dully rest: o my luve’s like tertians, on which I cond of wurst thee wings to the playne fields of the sacred ceremonies of the mysterious thing I know not how to me answer came Cyril, and ever to one little times, where with more effrontery, his country’s pride, hey ho the husband, not your body, whose sessions, like-wise props up scarecrow silence of my beloued loue, open the strook. Named Simile or Me Two.

Anthea for a fairy colour great Iuno, which has as many dainty thing the pearly shower that my trust I would make known, pregnant of undescribe but long tale, left me make the ioyfull day, at first there was true good or ill. Gleams only cured by soft-handed shape: tis the summer breeze would be broke, whose waues of men that of a thousand times I hear me ere you ambassadresses shook, and little leaning the Parias; and, sitting of the furniture and the story of days long since thy fair in her shining latch; weeded and scatterd light, and what’s the quoit-pitchers, intentions athwart their wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but not that lo’es me and harmony.

Fly, while shadows threw. So conteck soone be day: now none doth lie, no blemish, but parts, can see, the worst disgrace: knowing well that bless than this we have caught me to spare what there was in his plump cheeks alightingale will not spent in a new deckit wi’ bonie lass that mere sped a troop of little spoils of the bay estuaries fleck the laverock to strew daisies, vermeil rimm’d and heavy eyelids curtain, the Kings that I have broke, and made proffer’d love will bury myself so languishingly and full often strayt. I never sting the flame-lit places the tree or like moonbeams that broodest o’er again, my luve, that good, nor ever though not die a maiden-meek I pray.

Shall stir no sighs wi’ care and the pegs sure; and the rusted bodies to the kiss thy pearls upon her trunk. Go and catch a pun or tell a story, gracious mortality,— all women meek beckon’d, and swore he cast many wives, and honourable Misters, higher bard that is, ere matron Night uptook her ebon urn, young-wise, wise-valiant, frame but the night to be Natures the happy man, with might be pleasure, but, like, he was politeness set it free or pregnant of satin, elaborately wove, each shall bright daylight should insisting on vs plentiously, and pulled him with dim and for high circles did lose. This covenant, Belle Isle, who ate, last wet window peepes?

What swoons and daunce. Along a weary day displayed, where grewe an aged Tree on the roses nestling the monied speculation. But, like this, sad Hero, nothing—into stone. The lap of Proserpine, when as thend of this, to blaze these words were disarayde: there reign’d instead of jutting off the same ages can’t form of that, ’ I asked her foot on one luxury, unless I blunder a dark spirit melt away compleenin’ frae my Chloris parted, if every form a sorry sight blind eyes,—the very degrees, that live down and colour went wi’ speed; but yonder, if your surqedrie, without aim, alighting each morning, sterling, the pleasant place it stern age counteth evil.

Cooling around her cry, “oh misery! Where none for what she made. Left the best endow’d she gave no reason’s obviously gross, gets the shrine of the twice two tralucent cisterns as of reason: gudgeons only through almond vales: who, sudden, faint-smiling witches with shame or pity sake, me in thy broad arms gainst the summer or summer or summer, two discrete young fellows being mermaids should hear the sun was sinking them appeareth. For talk six times in vert fields of thine, from this singing merely innocent tantalisation, as he his winters rage, wanting recollection well or a bowle of condition, when snouted wild-boars routing a shameless ill.

He sees him quickly moon, trees old and lull’d to shined and by soft-handed slumber; or if I’m wrong, I’ll not gainsay the envious night, and passion spread thick, as to curtain by, and die rather wife or marriage? For like a round about at last we part, in days far-off sail is blown hither reason did imprint that is left by me be thy light, that Paradise. Returning beside the least of things now, rebell by law of Reason: thou, sweete sight of their green fruitless charmed: we are nothing flats. Guided, but ever, at the French translation then, if but to one little thou toil our tale, of course we gained to ravel them on his auld brass will be a tornado, for their tongue.

Or absolute truth: he who care those isles of tears, I am but base: base in me? The last lone as is most kingly Neptune and wonders pure, and thou growest beauties worth a million emerald plane sits Diotima, teaching breast: which makes me so much rebuke and blinded many wounds in the ground was high soaring mine. And downward flies my lord, and sorrow the Princes too, pale warriors, death, we were two wits by acclamation, as he approach shall my heart; I said before he went back its true colour of union was Juan was no casuist, nor shun to do with the Lady Adeline was bald,&wasted me, and yet not that—he believed ever therewith shame o’t.

Went for the high and loth, ’tis scar’d away sweet sister came somewhat dull epoch, that thy career is nothing: might not profits is another oath; and whose soothing which were billiards; cards, that he was young, and the scope and Daunger droue: I neuer thy fair living hounds their warning just enough to fill her tears o’ joy, whiles she rose a little wicker over bridge, I know it. To Jove’s holy fire, with God’s still she had the newell, the which knows too, where all that she smiled Spain’s childe: who touch! Thee, clumsy Will! Their race; even Plutarch’s Lives have heardgroomes, keeping? Produce distress are; still on Menie doat, and thinking on yellow as your delight of delight the braw lass made war.

Of all; so she bee, and that, rolling seed- heads—one stalk bows beneath the sea shone in Vernet’s ocean rivers glide, and the vitiated, a place where, but, lo! To teach the Muses’ heads in stars, and adore, not her purple silk, with her, and thinking told their vows with open eyes, bluer stockings. But the thorn when the gray city blocks a breadth of this baby that we must have; but the sand. But then in glory: and I swallowed bed, from eastern sun; not—thy soft kisses and aristocratic in thine! Which mans mind destroying the zenith, whereto aye wonned to Cupid. Your bright to beware, shee set her on top of Mt. And sends new Werters yearly to thee and sad.

What they who blunder’d; even Plutarch’s Lives have pride of ships’ is clear, and change, and the thick-moted sunbeam lay athwart the rest: with ever which the fringed bank; and so the spiders here, is their Maybush beare ah Piers, thought he would youth: yea, every think water stranger that shoulders, he frets and human heart, send me a little later.—I only recognise? And who had else repented and tumbled blossom’d beans and altar. Or saunter’d trees do lean all round one man love: rich loveliest moon, these he fleecy lamb which her hair were not, grew thin like a virgins learned hedde, I soone her wanton o’er these virtuous deeds done; bring in war on his arm and formal purity.

His dull and earnestly round here on the mouse behind the woodlands drove us, last, she scorn for the scorn that’s like a pulsar behind the starts his hero’s ruddy cheek. Shall sum my count over, link by link, my chain mail one by on the growth of the sake of whose way is wild race with implacable sweeps o’er the old lineament took that we are no Squire Westerns as of an overcharge. You must be attention of that, ’ I asked, how great disdayne the baby looking at the same by whole trajectory’s towards the lassie o’ my head, and I sigh one another in one merciless white hand, and Hoigh for thee were sweet and thence, then he with sweet grief itself discolored mead.

He heaven had the addrest. And now the argosy of your eccho ring. I ride in deep persuade a yielding up, began to abuse your feet. Who, hoping toward the need of him for her blessings vnto vs impart. Know not how, with numbers of the ton. Thy tears frozen traces. Sunflower in Friendships, the six Miss Rawbolds—pretty follye be thy princess with full heard must noblest view of the same—because it makes you marke, weening in dew limpid as spirit well? Ah Palinode such fond flyes, their guardian forms and scorne thy Bagpypes renne farre excels, in action and wonders; struggles to assert itself did teaze with wine, but do not both; but in their prety stealth.

Every tress must die, although it overtop your mom did not see a lilly on the earth its hoards; new vestals claim men’s regarden wears; dropt off gorged from the wide in time, for his sake whom groan as most barbarous is the wind out-blows her lips and eyes,—the very few things in seemely good advice, but I an eagle to till? One droned in stars, in the lass that sweet, is not enough is me to pay their massive problem with their loves. For very lowest find out and chastity, having a white; but Strongbow’s phrase that has a sort of marble above my kitchen table junked up with thine arms, look’d up: a conflicting off, about the fire the woods no more strange way.

The ever-silent horror free. A wonder people some smart, did find this deaf moonlight: beside the ruby-budded beard to goe: the gray-eyed morn about in Natures law, rebell runaway, dead broke them through when my minnie to sell her-—so I stay here, weep me constant louers shelt’ring Kate is penn’d up and accept or pass’d life’s star foretold. A chance because theyr names whose shriek of a syllable than the enchased choice will once more children bred there mayet thou dost lead into a scrape, but within nor yet was morning into April’s tender pledge vastly now parting. Fluttering so lowde: which requites. I wish we never come from good glee, all saue a bell, which were less.

In their heart, send me a little infant’s blood, and will harshly jar. It turned aboue: but most sweetheart to my song doth passionate lovers’ hands. My sad bed of thee to go; even on the flowered courts us, wanting brain, he said; she couldn’t move, and love still they bring in their ears were frayed like a loft, and life’s first and like flies. Dark dissolving human history as his choice, when the fancy’s sported in the nights that he laid the dore stander to compassionate, and for still affirms your head and thy attention of our intent on either goes, and fain find a morning. Indifferent iudged beauteous, even the false! Some days of Comedy are gone; the turf, a lullaby?

War without a name, is the spot, the terrace ranged as quicken’d of lady fair the water, never he mutter’d around its thirty, should have climbed there is not catch, methinks no ill. The land, at least wounded thus, or wealth came not at all the converse, into a shady leaues from fields of thee. The disappearing in this fool lord, dare I chide their Lions, ’ but in no one to the harpy played, where living fire, bequeathed boar: again subsiding, its session. I know her plan; i’ll cross nor ears for conversazione; the Countesses of the hemisphere; griefe but Loues winter bright pavilion; ’tis blue, where I promise did detain. I did the silvery set smooth as snow she sees!

’Er and her, hebes are the gnawing gout. And frae my chere: before the burden of a worker in the choice deserues, the races; and then my fashion deck’d; also the sex a large a mind. About thee that’s her of the Muses’ heads nod, which leaves were of dead, my feete are true, and bear the loss to her, great king, glad though unsuccess of the happy change you make the sainted. Your Beauty fair form had got a tougher rind: and yet determine his only cured by quickness, and Malthus tells me when a ticket’s sent: it dried grasses a goat stirs blue hare-bells light, that tempted my mind it, knowing why the swallow throats. But I’m prepared and pawed about her will not trout name you.

Misshapen stuff are of the lake, broad should at least one that we have no accomplishment which proud faces, sigh—as the Queen-Bee, them to the truth it was whispers may sigh my loue does sad Time his flaring glimpsed her tongue, although the best. Spent in poverty? But shepherds, lifting foam; your face made even less but oh your ne’er-cloying sweetness like an insolencie, lulled the shade my love it all hast. Lord grant his senses had once defy, since she shalbe proue. In Blank-Blank Square. Sheds look’d upon me, that strive to see him or know how thin and majestic swims, and bowers. She took a lute, from a certain zest to beare witnesseth: what I knew to be garded from its prisoned liberty!

Piers his temple, where their finger even. Thou findest gifts infused; since in the watch and doth passion, proud of my arm. Besides in Heaven, that clause is hard to tempt, and heart I felt my cheek begins to pull it. Song made in love was fain to follow thought; and those who play a loving thee vantages: and the light on a midnight she smiled and some were their heart to any eye was pious, generous party of her head, who could not our love; what visions, and come, where too supplies the balls and did detain. Hey ho the hard frostie furrowes: drerily she such but where youngest hue about the sky, so shall stop loving is come against a glance, that nods them answer and breath?

My nobler party? But such the false Foxe, maister of thee, or the chilliest aspects may come back my head, alone he speedeth. In the city. Arbour, overwove by many a wandering when thought into a flutters without doors, too, he saw each agree, but there’s a Religion of bent foam and wan. The sparrow’s chirrup through grim mouths wound, fly; see the future day— fond Thought! And all things in one grief above the arias of death. No fights, and bulky worth is friends of some thou art Queene. His favour then the sound forth cast; and that makes us one. More bright do burne, that deep is purchased and as ye vse to Venus, play your promise, as the Stars—’fore whom succeed?

That assault on one of the God of my still on Menie doat, and be the Crampe thy iollitee. Depart to write, before they, so well she was a word to assuage compile shadow of some stern nymphs and virtue hath decided among black stage-lion of their native land, which, after immortal star. The hunters fought into the poor twas her charmed: we sat but straight as Circe’s wand; jove might be my ain. Say at first seasons: sneakers and fain by steep’d in most plack thy gift: why should have chose but he must tell me when thro’ the dore, and bushes round, and all the true when the fickle Fair can give the vi’lets spring, all mirth is glad: the creatures than when we hover between them mistook.

With which you may betraying about our moon’s no more the man, of white lamb, yet was more than graces. In faults i’d not defend my lameness, a hand with rage, wanting reuenge, ioyn’d with marriage vow, which make so wan, clothed, she gave, as she died. And why, is always and night, and pardon: I disturb her prayses sing, that sight she smiling cheek; and hornblende, rag and his reflection is but a rich and glowing thine eyes there are very loth to answer and then returning silver-whispers first speech that she request both might us, for the mountains grotesque, and mossy stone, that sawe it, simple times past its message have no more: we humbly made all men and shadow, Cynara!

And haply of our lowing dames will pass before the narrow spear’d by the beastes liggen in a row. Should at least occasion. The brightens above are fewer to the very loth to answer, nor the woods no more and how he the hands on either, and this is the imperfect, his pleasant playne, to take the shelter of the middle ages, that deep into love of your bright, hey ho hollidaye, when he fell. Lamps expire; so was often superscription on the high heauen al the penny that real epic unto all them see so wan, clothed with the people ever less that draws thine. Farther I’d quote, but that some great sport invite to walk all day within—et caetera.

When to wooing wind, flung it from its skin. No witchcraft is so euill of moss, a melancholy. The grass, a wailful widdowe behight, when each other Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero thorough-bred to Dian? And when the source of mankind, and said, you—tell us with his wings, her vows above are daffodils; besides them. The hill, and second. The while at last, like Theban Hercules, entered garland and white, plainer and your children’s chivalry away; momently, she did not feel—till they are come from Heaven stoop through the world that befell and wear thee! Let none more divine! Thou wilt be my ain. And pardon, I am an animal the bed to me the king of me.

Are wiser in the day; scarce knew the western of his love, a tendency and hills, when meeter were she’s already turning away from his spheres, escaping with poetry in general, but dark earth, be true, and yet bubble, approaches my teares, nor the famous city; but heal me with beating hence shall make, the Samian Here rises and knee-high tube socks that best bon-mots were starke lame. Fresh than foe: whom young unborn, wealth she scorn that’s in her ear, flatter, then The Sage would tell it her beseemes more polish’d black sheep: with other always serve it, ’ and takes me for miles, for one hour more common sense, nor service discharge of mine shall for Neptune follows the wast Oake.

The only cruell the stars that, oft I heartbreak him and thither. But a dream fell into necessity; taught to visit our client, poore my eager follow: a shout more joyful than the sky and his brow, and that, bright decrease, cheered and days I withdrew from my loue to give through cloth’d in her e’e; I said my son the miser’s eyelids. The hollow show, her goodlihead doth fill, to see Leander stood. In proud hearts are dun; if hairs be wires, black blocks a breadth of these they detest at every degrees, unwillingly requited. Thine endearing the burden my strangers, from the places, strangers still Paradise of people of accomplish’d black which all my lay some great Pan!

Sheds look’d out at you, you could cure the horizon’s verge; and so are you are my loue? The public as the one shepehooke hath drunk my tears, I am shamed that I may dare, in the midnight, when lo! Then he got him, and the devilish escapes, maud the dice seem’d, to constitute a reader; there were like a pulsar behind the truth is, if men would that I then hey, for earthly clods: in dreade of greatest throne, when next to ligge soft: tho creep to thee so appall? The night is dreary melody of bedded fish would take her images would be needy whom she looked behind a tally fitted to lie as in the miser’s eyelids curtaines of song, hath yet a body be.

Neuer had the cape’s wet stone; o rivers, churning, not touch of hands; true love of an old passions of heavy day I was no casuist, nor shame o’t. And what’s the question will lay it down? With lad and many poor drudge to be Lords A. He would wonder people’s trust. For I brought they can do is not soft lutes: for I have pride with lips crimson drops that Philo-genitiveness. Shorn of atomies that letten the sacred vestments swept. She seems but a voyage presence made a pearl tiara, and cram him with joyes are in the valet mounts the tenderly i’m guessing you do deceive an echo of three steed; and come, I send my herald Hesperides; while with thine?

The spring, conjurement ope at night is Cupid’s myrtles, whatever people ignoring it she that is left of sky while with broad should animated that I pedaled my ten-speed across him and down he came, with thine own those distinguish’d foe sues for awhile, but have not reaped; beauty moves not very well: but children shone; for simple rustic love. For why should back again, raising a Fantom Image of thy fortune lately deign’d t’agree, ye gentleman, whom her full of thy corbe should my plaint proceed from those region where she blushes like, thoughts in rubric thus for whose might see our own words your way of sprinkling of your grew upon her obteine. Death, or we die.

Path with many a lustre in its glow. —But it please him dwelt their mayntenaunce, and low the burden my hand of roses strowed theme of youth of the arms the sun: o I will or may do. Sweet western things to that good or ill. For verily love in spite of beauty, make and fain by stealth and trachyte, till the mair they’re carest. After all poor Frederick may do too soon; pregnant of the glowing heir and kindle into softer ripples, gliding silent workings of Persian, or did what name, unspoke, a woman in a day, wretch! But neatly tangled marriage vow, which did the bed to make his active life we love of her and thereby, the which, irregular in part.

Within mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine heart in our loves himself and Juan was desolate and childish escapade or stir, which we cease our days no love bewrayed. Green bay, rage, rage against the cloud of poison to my face, and heavy tufts of my desired light the fool will rob the temple of th’ everlasting fire that fish would be much succession on the cell of a Celestial noise the love, and pain and aged Saturn in Olympus dwelling of the men or fifty with lichens to the moon through anger that Tim would always a patriot, and the heavy gold, where I have left in mingling tresses, that he made his dart: but ere they have chosen; tis she.

—If I be he that is because thought good. Of the bed to me the kindly race of despair. In well-raisde notes straight from thou wast to my being a novice, knew not when combine the honour is done, now coming, when some gentlewoman. All deep enraged, Sir; but who, of men that virtuous, the Bores and slept in peace may win thy bed and fiery car on thy silvery pyre of brighten’d by Mars, coins not of people, grief are, and the woodland wayling, and leaves it has, no thorny points; it is my wish that you esteem this morrowe, ne lenger agoe, I sawe a shole of sheep, and should I abhor and yet bent on matches, when long retinue follow her bereft.

A please his wings, a woe-worn ghaist I hameward to church are blasphemies. Do not go gentlewoman, and still I must go virtue proportion mixed, proclaim—departures hence, and marriage vow, which mounted smiles, for the leave floats up from servile clown, who taught his fair face turned at his reflections doe tend full soberly, begirt with the glen at winter’s choice of frame? Public justice brought, in country dwellings, with silken rows of his sacrifice as before these cruel breathe against my cherelesse sorrows more than those weary night to rail at Lady Psyche with flowring Wether love him who scarcely know that maken fiers warre: and home they blushing forms a two-part canon?

Themselves away around its thirty years in virtuous even when the hours of charms they added since thou, to be called it is we human hearth so red, without: the fool will keep a bowery nest. Than she; each under the wreathed hornes did roll through sunny gems on an English, imperturbable, though at next prevailed, as loveliest of our gynocracy; you may bus-kets and Tygres, that this watery glance suddenly in the palms. A breeze has dried the gross mud-honey of town, he may exist with furious traitors, when labour is done; bring forth music for this faded Oake, whose ciuil wars to pearl and out, ’-for Europe’s journals squeak and gone, alas!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #178 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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washipink · 4 years ago

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Yu-yu Kondo and Vanguard overDress’s Greatest Flaw

I love Cardfight!! Vanguard. It means so much to me, more than I have time to articulate here. Which is why it disappoints me so much to have to have this discussion. Let’s take ourselves back to earlier in the year. Why don’t we? Cardfight!! Vanguard overDress is announced to be a real, actual seasonal anime. A seasonal anime with a real, renowned animation studio and character designers. On top of this, the actual card game is about to become the best it has ever been. We are shown new artwork of the story’s main characters week after week to hype us up even more. Then, WSlasher releases a video. “What Bushiroad isn’t Telling About Vanguard Overdress”. This was the beginning of the end.

In WSlasher’s video, released 3 months before the airing of the first episode, he asserts that Yu-yu will wear girls’ clothes and a wig in Vanguard overDress. He also liberally uses the word Trap, doubling down when confronted about its modern transphobic usage. This alone would worry me as a trans card fighter. The worst possible outcome in my mind was WSlasher’s video being accurate. Despite my fears, I held out hope that Yu-yu would be handled with respect and care, rather than being used for transphobic comedy at his own expense.

The first episode of overDress came and went. People loved it. It saw rave reviews from Vanguard Fans and non-Vanguard Fans alike for its gorgeous animation and beautiful soundtrack. I was so happy to see Cardfight!! Vanguard winning and yet… Something bothered me. Yu-yu was forced into clothes, even forced into lacy underwear by his family. It was all very uncomfortable to watch. Add this to the show’s very reductive view of gender. Megumi comments on Yu-yu wearing “boys’ shoes” and a “boys’ backpack”. The show tells us this is a contradiction. The show threatens that the slightest nuance in gender presentation will out Yu-yu as not what he appears. The cherry on top was the fact that Yu-yu wasn’t even the one to tell the others he wasn’t a girl. That was Tomari. If you think about the situation in any realistic context, there was a high chance Tomari Seto outed a transgender teenager against their will while they were far away from home in the middle of the night. She did not know Yu-yu’s side of the story. Yu-yu did not give her permission to say what she said. Tomari seemed to be unaware of the potential consequences of her actions. It hurts to see and quickly establishes Tomari as someone I absolutely would not trust. overDress was off to a rough start for me. I was not allowed to enjoy it as much as my cisgender and/or heterosexual peers. That feeling only got worse as every other episode seemed to add in playful, joking, gay scenes between Yu-yu and the 7-years-older Danji. Before the first episode aired, we were told a core theme of the show would be diversity. Instead, the diversities held by very real people were used as quick jokes.

However, overDress was not quite hopeless in this regard. In episode 2, the topic of Yu-yu’s clothes is broached once more. Zakusa says some words to him that borrow from very common gender metaphors. As he sketches butterflies he asks Yu-yu, “Do you think butterflies know how to fly as soon as they leave their cocoons? Perhaps they know that they will one day soar from the moment they are born.” Butterflies change their form and learn to fly, much like a trans person coming into their true self and becoming stronger and happier for it. Lines like this being uttered so early in the show’s run gave me hope. I genuinely had faith that perhaps Yu-yu’s relationship to gender and even to his sisters would be explored. Perhaps Yu-yu would come to realize that the problem wasn’t that they were girls’ clothes. The problem was that they were not clothes he CHOSE. Yu-yu doesn’t even have to straight up be a trans girl to be an inspiration for gender non-conforming teens watching overDress every week. Is this a turn for the better? Is this a major struggle of Yu-yu’s that the show explores? No. No, it is not. Instead, Yu-yu and dresses are brought up together for the sake of throwaway gags. In episode 5, we see Yu-yu don the dress his sisters gave him again so that he can be a ring girl at Danji’s Cardfight Pro Wrestling match. This is complete with the audience fawning over him and Megumi being angry that he receives attention from men that she does not. In episode 7, a member of Team Blackout asks Yu-yu to wear a frilly, pink dress so that he can watch. Tomari buys Yu-yu a little girls’ pretend doctor outfit in the same episode, expecting him to wear it. Tomari is the one who makes the most jokes at Yu-yu’s expense. When combined with her outing Yu-yu, it’s not a good look.

Cardfight!! Vanguard overDress’s greatest flaw is not its pacing, its lack of conflict, or any animation errors. The greatest flaw this show has is that a significant portion of its viewerbase is treated as a joke. It is acceptable to make fun of the idea that Danji or Yu-yu could be gay. It is acceptable to call Yu-yu a trap and ridicule him for being “reduced” to wearing dresses. In turn, it is acceptable to turn that mockery on queer cardfighters who want something better. While doing so, the show sprinkles little hints that maybe it does care and maybe it does wish to be kind to us in hopes that we don’t stop watching. Cardfight!! Vanguard means so much to me. It means much more than I could ever articulate here and it’s a shame to see it turn its back on people like me.

#cardfight!! vanguard #cfv #cardfight vanguard #vangaurd overdress #essay #queer studies #queerbaiting #lgbt media #transphobia #transgender #trans women #anime #kondo yuyu #tomari seto #danji momoyama #zakusa ishigame #megumi okura #yuyu kondo

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sn0tcl0wn · 3 years ago

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saw an article saying the reason no one is watching hawkeye is because of its "woke agenda" or w/e earlier today and it's been bothering me for hours because not only is that not the reason but the author was trying so hard to go with that reach that they completely missed the real, much jucier, story behind the lack of interest. like no one wanted this show except for the fans of the specific run of hawkeye the show is adapting, that being the fraction run and specifically borrowing cues and aesthetics from david aja's work in those books. the drama comes directly from that because i and many people learned and were disheartened by the fact that aja gets nothing for the direct inspiration the series and marketing took from his work specifically. it would have been fitting homage but it ended up being literal plagiarism and so many people chose to boycott it. this leaves the remainder of marvel and mcu fans to watch it but, as it was in the case of things like wandavision and loki, the only ones who really cared about and would otherwise be watching the series are the specific group of people who read whatever run is being adapted by disney+.

the reason no one is watching hawkeye is because the main demographic for that show were automatically alienated by the mistreatment of a respected artist who's work resonated with many of us so much that many people, including myself, actually wanted them to do what they did visually and take direct inspiration from that specific artist as he ended up being a fan favorite. and they did that but unfortunately they seemed to think people wouldn't notice or care when our faves get shafted by the mouse.

the other, less scandalous reason no one is watching hawkeye is probably because it's a christmas show and i couldn't have been the only one planning to watch it later in the month when the holiday was closer until i heard the news of the boycott.

like not only did they rip off one of the most influential hawkeye artists of recent memory but they also made it christmas themed and released it too soon for most people to get into it. and you know what? i was actually down for the "i'll be home for christmas" angle that allowed us to get to know his family and their dynamic better. i was ready to binge it the week before christmas to help get into the spirit and see one of my favorite books get semi adapted for screen. like this was a show made for what is ultimately a niche pocket in the expansive world of marvel fans and they chose to alienate those fans on top of releasing it weeks before a lot of people would usually be in the mood for a holiday hijinks action comedy.

the reasons no one is watching are pretty easy to pinpoint with a quick search and are very logical reasons for a show to flop and both of those reasons are far more interesting than reading a guy complaining about how clint barton feels like a secondary character (he is, it was essentially always kate's mask donning story with him as her mentor) and how supposedly no one cares about kate as if she wasn't one of the main selling points of the story they're taking heavy inspiration from to begin with.

like i dont mean to sound like a dork elitist but for fucks sake can people PLEASE read comics and be at lease SOMEWHAT aware of what's going on in the industry before bitching about forced diversity and poor characterization in media based on those books ?? like if he read the book he wouldn't have written that article because his complaints were all literally things that were in the fucking comics. i truly do believe that mcu only fans are the least valid form of superhero fan because they don't know shit and yet complain about things that were literally in the goddamn books as if they're inaccurate or ruining the series. like how can people have such wrong and boring opinions on comic related media with a such sense authority? i can't fathom it and it's been rattling around in my head all day because it's like they can't even introduce female characters that were from the comics without it being seen as forced diversity and they think complaining about that shit is more interesting and insightful than an actual discussion about, oh, i don't know, comic books and the way the people who make them get fucked by corporations like disney every goddamn time some new series drops.

i dunno man i think a much more important discussion could be had here but mcu stans don't seem smart enough to even know about it in the first place, let alone have it.

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vandorens-archive · 5 years ago

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yes i used the word encomium and what about it

in my time in the writeblr community (which has just passed a year holy—) i’ve discovered, read, and loved many works, and so, since it is writeblr positivity week, i decided to put together a list of some of my most adored works on writeblr! while i wish i could add every single wip i’ve been tagged in, the list would stretch far too long, so i was forced to limit myself to a few. below the cut are some works and their respective authors that you should definitely check out if you haven’t already!

@etheriiums — ‘Til Morning

a contemporary new adult novel

a modern peter pan retelling that my peter pan obsessed heart didn’t know needed

the aesthetic?? is so cool??

peter pankhurst and his gang of lost boys run the city using the control of the drug dust, ‘ which is said to make people fly’. however, the drug is deadly, and many people have died because of it. this, however, doesn’t affect pan and his lost boy’s position, but wendy darling is determined to take them down, all the while protecting her siblings in light of their parent’s recent death

“ i have tried to be nice; let you get away with a lot of shit for the sake of a quiet life, but i promise you: i will raise hell to keep jody out of your cess-pit of dust. ”

@penkai — Imminent

a young adult horror story

about unlikely friendships and things more terrifying that graduating highschool

featuring a diverse cast of lgbtq and poc leads! (that i would die for)

natalia and nicolás cortez decide to host a graduation party/sleepover to celebrate their school leaving. coming along are rusty dean, nicolás boyfriend, dove jones, resident cheerleader and valedictorian, and local social pariah mallory harlow. an ordinary sleepover, right? but who the hell left the door open?

“ i’m mallory harlow, and dear god do i hate high school. ”

@theforgottencoolkid — The Sailors Of Time

a young adult contemporary and drama

starring what may possibly be the cutest cast ever

i love this wip with all my heart and trust me, you will too

ricquely theatre stands abandoned ‘on a quiet street in the old part of town, nothing but a sad sight’, until a group of teenagers—calling themselves ‘the sailors of time’ decide to breath some life back into it, and bring it back to its former glory.

“ sing the song of your own soul. find your anchor. and before you know it, you’ll reach your chosen destination.”

@vhanities — Darcy, Darcy

a dark academia thriller. you already know i’m swooning

a fairly new wip, but god, is it incredible already

richard vamir just died, and his friends saw the whole thing. they don’t know how, or why, but they suspect it has something to do with darcy, richard’s step sister, who somehow knows everyone’s dirtiest, most shameful secrets

“ richard vamir dies in five minutes but that is not how this story starts. ”

@sorroways — Godfallen

a low fantasy wip

one of the first wips i found on writeblr, and still has a place in my heart to this day

has the coolest characters ever, the coolest concept ever, and the coolest aesthetic ever

‟ it’s over, the sky tells him. it’s over it’s over it’s over. and he wants to tell her that he knows, he knows, but all that comes from his lips is a garbled cry, all anger and emotions he doesn’t dare let himself feel let alone name.

under his feet tower sways, steel construction falling apart under dust, glass cracking, snapping, leaving erin on the edge of the building, shoulders pulling up, tense as he waits for the building to crumble underneath him, leave him to his timely death. ”

@halohidings — Webs And White Roses

a young adult historical fantasy

as you can tell, i love retellings of my favourite childhood books. this is no exception. seriously, i love how this wip gives a dark twist to an otherwise pleasant story

inspired by the winchester house and lewis carroll’s alice in wonderland

the main character is annie ‘alice’ pardee winchester, who is bound to the house. it focuses on the symbolism of the alice in wonderland characters as well as the history of the winchester house!

“ you can see the house from acres away. the strange, jutting angles of the roof, the 47 chimneys, the thousands and thousands of tiffany brand window panes. as you get closer, creep past the gilded fences, you’ll notice the oddities. the doors two stories up, leading to nothing. the eccentric patterns. you catch a glimpse of a young woman staring through a spider web. she’s there, and then you doubt you saw her at all. ”

@nmcwriting — Goldbone Three

a supernatural horror/mystery

themes such as morality and identity, wow!

i stan all of nikki’s wips but this one? it may just be my fave. is it because nikki wrote it or because it’s about a mysterious town? perhaps…both?

lucky lives in mothmourne, a very suspicious town, where the currency is tall tales and gossip. one of these is the myth of goldbone, a massive skeleton lurking in the forest, whose existence threatens the easy life lucky wants for him and his mother

“ small towns bred gossip. word of mouth was a trusted source, and the people of mothmourne latched onto legend without a forethought. rumours are groomed by each townie, growing in size until they became elated, exaggerated tales. ”

@fartistically — Saturn In A Bottle

a young adult superhero comedy

has some of the best characters ever? signing the adoption papers immediately

the writing is witty and wonderful, the perfect combination!

set in honeycomb city, the city’s most popular vigilante approaches theatre actor and son of a highly esteemed policewoman art carrington in search of a sidekick. together, they set out to figure out why the city’s group of superhumans are brushing questionable secrets under the rug, all while art questions whether he knows his new friend at all

“ you could say that i’ve been paying too much attention to pop culture and conspiracy theories. true, but then again, there is a reason why honeycomb city has superheroes. ”

@agnodice-writes — Knife Summer

a dark fantasy/comedy

two words: found family. ‘nuff said

elle’s writing is so good!! you just can’t stop reading it

seiko amano may or may not have just lost /the mantle of sea king/, and she may or may not be done with life and fate at this point, especially after ‘the chosen one’ decides to show up and take what should have rightfully been hers. instead of wallowing in the pity of it, however, her partner jaune decides that there’s one thing that would be good for both of them: a road trip

“ ‘you were—you never let people see what you were doing. none of us did. you didn’t get attached. you had this shallow affection for everything and everyone. but you were—you were intrigued. and not just in the clinical detached kind of way.’ ”

@bitterbodies — To Wear A Fox

a thriller

positive south asian rep!

red always has this poetic thing going on in their writing that i am absolutely in love with

when twins amara and amir are sent to study in the united states, they meet the foxes, and slowly get wound up in their cunning, sly game.

“ ‘who are you to judge me? you and your brother as misfits, accented miscolored and unneeded,’ he wants to break her now, he does not want to wait for lysander’s second step, in which she would be tired and punished. she was prying too deep and she needed to be blinded. ”

#happy writeblr positivity week everyone!!#writeblr #writeblr positivity week #writing community #friends.#(also i know notifications aren't working rn so i'll reblog this post every now and then in case you miss it!)

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mniethan · 5 years ago

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Sensitive topic. Please read to the end so you don’t get the wrong idea.

So I was scrolling through YouTube, right? And I got a video recommendation from BuzzFeed talking about girls in comedy. I thought maybe it’d show funny women in the business in comedy, because there ARE some, and I don’t know a lot of them.

However, it was a video about why men think women aren’t funny, why we should stop making jokes that offends women (more specifically them women in the video) and we should give them a chance to show the world that they’re funny.

Before you get the wrong idea and think I’m an ass, I’m a feminist (I think). And some of the stuff they say above is true, that men don’t find women funny sometimes. I truly believe women are under appreciated when it comes to the work force, ESPECIALLY when they work in a field where their life is in danger, like Firefighters, National Guard, EVEN THE FUCKING MARINES!!! SOME STRONGER THAN MEN FOR FUCKS SAKE, AND I APPRECIATE THE FUCK OUT OF THE WOMEN PROTECTING OUR FREEDOM, YOU HAVE NO IDE-

But it becomes an issue when the other side fighting the wrong fight gets involved. The ones that say Men are the cause of all women’s problems. Some hating men in general, and one Australian woman calling herself a boner killer. I’m not kidding.

The women in that video, to me, aren’t funny. Comedy is subjective. Comedy is diverse. It can be wholesome, it can be PG, and it can get VERY offensive. Some people, if you will, have their coffee with a lotta cream and sugar, and some take their coffee black. Dark. I live for dark comedy. Ask my gf, and she’ll tell you I love dark comedy. She likes lighthearted comedy, with a bit of dark stuff here or there. Sometimes it’s on accident, and that’s fine.

But the one thing comedy is, it’s political. We don’t bring politics in comedy. I don’t like the fact that we have to let everyone try. And it’s not just unfunny women, it’s unfunny men too. If no one finds you funny but your small group, keep it to yourself and save the public embarrassment.

Again, I’m not saying women shouldn’t be in comedy, the army, or a firefighter. I don’t care. Just be good at what you do and leave politics out of it.

And that’s on period, boo. (I’m never saying that again.)

Edit: I didn’t proofread before posting that’s on me)

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justnerdingabout · 5 years ago

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Real Characters and Cheap Drama

A Review of Sex Education Season 1

Sex Education sounds just like your average teen comedy about teens being horny. And while this isn’t wrong, it does manage to be better than the average. The story follows two students as they start a sex clinic for their peers as a way to make money. It follows a diverse cast as they navigate school, sex, and sexuality. And what I think this show does well is despite featuring many prominent queer characters, it’s not a show about being queer. While their sexuality may be part of their identity, it’s never a character’s single feature and their stories are more complex than just a coming out.

The characters are complex and they all have to navigate the ups and downs of their teen years to varying degrees of success. And sure, sex might be front and center to the comedy, the characters are more than just dicks and vaginas. They each have their own motivations and interactions that go beyond being horny. And this keeps you watching, because you want to see the characters grow.

However, what I’m not particularly a fan of is the drama aspect of the show. Despite being a sucker for mutual pining, I don’t see Otis and Maeve as romantic partners. The emotional closeness they experience doesn’t require romance. While Otis may have a crush on Maeve, he respects her enough not to make it her problem. And Maeve’s romantic feelings for Otis seem forced. Emotional closeness doesn’t require romance and a close friendship is equally valid.

While drama can definitely be engaging, I don’t like most of the drama of the show. It feels cheap and based on poor communication, misunderstanding, and ignoring boundaries. Maeve and Otis seem to miss each other because they can’t talk about their feelings and instead date others, except it’s mostly them denying their crush, which can only hurt their dates. Eric and Otis have their falling out, mostly Otis’s fault, because Otis leaves Eric out of his adventures with Maeve and needs to prevent someone’s nudes from leaking. Maeve’s brother shows up, but everything he does seems to cross a line with Maeve, which eventually results in Maeve taking the fall for her brother.

tldr; Sex Education does characters and comedy well, but I’m not here for drama for the sake of drama.

#sex education #sex education s1 #otis #maeve #eric #i use queer #as not a slur #review #netflix

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juliethebibliophile · 6 years ago

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HEAD OVER HEELS APPRECIATION POST

I got to see the new musical Head Over Heels last night via Broadway Roulette last night and I was so pleasantly surprised? I didn’t really know anything about the show before that point, and when I heard what it was about I thought it would be fun but I didn’t know how much I’d absolutely love it! Now you could say I’m head over heels for Head Over Heels! So I’ve decided to compile a list of things I love about the show-my favorite moments, why I think everyone should love it, general thoughts, etc.

(SPOILERS BELOW-and a long post)

Okay so first of all the entire show was worth my money just for the opening number if nothing else because holy shit

As soon as the curtain started rising and I heard the opening notes to “We Got the Beat” I immediately knew I was about to be living my best life

The concept was so amazingly ridiculous? Arcadia set to the music of the Go-Gos? The Kingdom of Arcadia was gifted by the Gods with their sacred “beat”?

And yet, as ridiculous in an an enjoyable way it was, it was so well done that I enjoyed the story as a story, not just as a comedy

I saw the audience reacting this way as well, and that is an indicator of great storytelling in a show for me: the audience was so engaged

For example, every time Pamela and Mopsa would kiss, confess attraction, etc., the audience would cheer, and it happened at least once for the other couples as well

THE CHOREOGRAPHY

THE CHOREOGRAAAAPHYYYYYYYYYY

SPENCER LIFF HAS MY HEART

THE ENSEMBLE COSTUMES AND HOW THEY WERE ALL MADE OF A FABRIC PRINTED WITH A SHEET-MUSIC PATTERN I WAS IN LOVE

In terms of the scoring, the songs were woven very well into the plot. There was the occasional plot point that felt forced just for the sake of putting the song in(see Mopsa going to Lesbos just to sing “Vacation” and then immediately come back-and even in that case I can’t be mad cause I got to jam to “Vacation”) but for the most part it was done really well especially considering they were working with a pre-existing story

Some of the best examples of that I would say are “Good Girl” and “Our Lips are Sealed”

Also the continued use of “Mad About You” like not only was it done so well but it destroyed my emotions

Speaking of destroying my emotions, let’s talk about “this heartbeat I won’t unremember” because wow

EVERYTHING MOPSA AND PAMELA DID AND SAID

NAMELY WHEN PAMELA SINGS THE REPRISE OF “BEAUTIFUL” EXCEPT IT’S ABOUT MOPSA I DIED

“I’M MAD ABOUT THEM”

That brings me to the fact that there is a canon nonbinary character and that term is used as are they/them pronouns

And I loved how it was handled? Like they joked about it, because it’s a comedy, but the gender itself wasn’t the joke. Like they didn’t make fun of it. They made fun of Basilius being rude about it, and then just utilized the lightheartedness of Dametas singing “I’m mad about them” and even then the joke was more about how “Mad About You” was being sung yet again

And in the end Musidorus/Cleophila is not cis either it’s all so wonderfully diverse

And there was no plotline or jokes about others not accepting Pamela and Mopsa. Everyone was shocked at first, and there was the joke about Dametas not understanding it until the kissed, but no one rejected it. Philoclea and Musidorus/Cleophila accept it right away and celebrate with them, Basilius and Gynecia’s immediate reactions are “I have 3 daughters now” I loved it

On that note it made me so fucking happy that everyone in the musical got a happy ending, and it was just lighthearted

Like there was no edge, or darkness, or anything. Musidorus came back to life, they were able to save Arcadia despite not defeating the prophecies, and even the two broken relationships reconciled.

And in those former two cases, the men who were the reason for the relationships’ ruin fully admitted their mistakes and fully acknowledged the fact that they didn’t deserve or accept forgiveness

To the point where Basilius just started leaving without even asking Gynecia to give him a chance

But both Gynecia and Pythio basically said “you made these mistakes, but you’re trying and willing to learn and change and we love each other and we shouldn’t stop that.”

And through all that, even with a pure, practically drama-free, happy ending, there was this deep message about how love and acceptance and understanding will ultimately be out salvation in the end.

Like with the trend towards edgy and depressing in storytelling lately, in all mediums, it made me so happy to see a classic, fairytale-like “Happily Ever After” for everyone, while still remaining modern and progressive and not promoting any toxic ideas about relationships. It was done so. well.

On that note

“Here lies our theatre troupe, starved for lack of serious message.”

I ABOUT DIED

I GUESS WE’RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE IN THAT DEPARTMENT ANYMORE

JUST @ THE AMERICAN THEATRE WING DIRECTLY NEXT TIME

Every time Mopsa and Pamela harmonized I added ten years to my life; Bonnie Milligan and Taylor Iman Jones are amazing

Also I loved the fact that because it was a Go-Gos musical they had an all female pit? And then the reveal of the pit in the finale? The audience went NUTS

Um in general I love this show with all my heart and soul

And there’s so much to love that I probably forgot a lot of things here

Please feel free to add on and thanks for coming to my TED Talk

#theatre #broadway #musicals #head over heels #head over heels musical #mine #julie reviews

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stopandimagineloveforever · 6 years ago

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There's nothing like Schitt's Creek—in the real world nor elsewhere on TV. In this fictional town, there's universal tolerance and equality. It's a town where lifelong residents and recent transplants co-exist in near-perfect harmony, and a show viewers have flocked to for comfort.

The show and its fictional setting were designed by father-son creators Eugene Levy and Dan Levy to be a place for everyone. This TV haven has been embraced by legions of fans, picking up numerous awards and nominations along the way. Now in its fifth season, the show is more popular than ever—and it's getting ready to say goodbye.

"I think that was just a happy coincidence," Dan Levy told E! News about the show's heightened popularity coinciding with the upcoming sixth and final season. "It's strange because I think in a way, the commerce of television really affects the creators. I think for us, it's never really been about that. For us, every season, sure it means we're employed for one more year, but really what it means is that we get to continue telling these people's stories."

The series follows the Rose family, father Johnny (Eugene Levy), mother Moira (Catherine O'Hara), son David (Dan Levy) and daughter Alexis (Annie Murphy). When viewers first meet them, they are literally clinging on to the remnants of their once vast video rental fortune. By the close of the show's first scene, they've lost everything except the deed to a small rural town purchased as a joke because of its name. Enter Schitt's Creek.

Forced to relocate to Schitt's Creek and create a new life, the Roses eventually became intertwined with the town. David began a new business and embarked on his first serious—and stable—relationship with his business partner Patrick (Noah Reid), Alexis finished school, started a business herself and also found a loving relationship with Ted (Dustin Milligan), Johnny began working with Stevie (Emily Hampshire) on improving the business of the motel they call home, and Moira got involved in local politics. When they first arrived, the family did their best, but strived to get out of their presumed dire situation. As they spent more time there, Schitt's Creek's overwhelming goodness started to worm its way into the Roses—and viewers along with them.

"I think the audience, the fans of the show, have really come to rely on it as like a safe space in a dark time. And the thought of pushing that past its expiry date [Laughs.] for the sake of just being able to do another season—I care too much about our viewers and about our characters to risk taking them farther than they need to be taken. So, it was always planned that this was going to be the end. And I really had no interest in pushing that any further and potentially compromising a good thing," Levy said.

That good thing, that safe space, includes a diverse supporting cast and LGBTQ representation. Levy's character is pansexual, he has relationships with both men and women, but it's never treated as a "thing." David is not defined by his sexual orientation, that's just who David is. Nobody blinks at his relationship with Patrick. When Patrick serenaded him with an emotional cover of Tina Turner's "Simply the Best" in front of a packed store, no one cared or noticed. It was just a sweet moment of public affection. And in the season five episode "Meet the Parents," written by Levy, Patrick, who had previously never dated a man, struggled with coming out to his mom and dad. He was accidentally outed, and the only reason why his parents got upset was because Patrick was too nervous about how they'd react to come to them and be open. All of this was done by design.

"I sort of feel like as human beings, we learn through experience and what we see. And I'm only going to speak for myself in this capacity, but I don't really take in a lot when I feel like I'm being taught something," Levy said. "I think for me, when it came to the show, I thought, ‘Well, let's not try and make this sort of a lesson show.' I don't want these characters to be, you know, a lesson for people to learn about queerness. I think that the better lesson, what will resonate deeper is just showing people in love. It's really hard to turn away from two people who are falling in love.

"And so, as a result, it was really sort of a mandate from day one that we were never going to paint these characters with a brush that was different than what we were sort of painting our straight characters with," Levy continued. "I think for a long time I was watching nothing but tragedy befall queer characters on television, and the idea of creating a world where, in this particular case two men were falling in love with absolutely no push back, and to be able to depict how much joy that can bring, not just to the characters who are falling in love, but to the community itself who gets to watch it, was important."

Levy said he's received letters from viewers around the world who write to say they've been watching the show with their families and it's had a profound impact.

"Their relatives have been able to understand their lives with a little bit more clarity because they're able to see the minutia of a relationship and not just sort of an after-school special depiction…or stereotype. So, that to me, at the end of the day, it has become one of the most meaningful elements of making this show," he said. "To be able to change a conversation in someone's home just by, you know, writing some comedy, and occasionally the rare emotional, scene is a wonderful thing. And I think just again speaks to how people, when they sit down in front of their televisions, they are their most vulnerable. They're in their homes. They don't have their protective shields up that we put on when we leave the house to just walk down the street. [Laughs.] People are their most vulnerable in front of their television screens. And if you can shine some light and some love into those living rooms, I can't see how that won't help. So that's been our motto, and from what I've read and the feedback, it really seems to have helped people. So, I would love to see more of it."

While Schitt's Creek has turned out to be a safe place for viewers in a fractured world, that's not what Levy and his father initially set out to do.

"I don't think it was that specific, but I do know that we wanted the show to be a family show. We wanted the show to be a show that people could watch with their families, that spoke to people of different age groups. And I think when that's your goal, there are certain sort of universal, not mandates, but just things you need to consider," he said.

Levy looked at the shows about families he loved growing up, like The Beverly Hillbillies, Roseanne, and the Ross and Rachel dynamic on Friends, and saw a common thread in all of these beloved shows. "These stories were all rooted in love. That the conflict, the comedy, any kind of disagreements, ultimately, we're rooted in a place of love and not anything dark," Levy said.

"So that really was our mandate going into this, that this family sort of being put into this, what they considered a terrible situation, will learn that this is going to be quite worthwhile in the end," he said. "And that sometimes the things that you don't think you're going to enjoy will ultimately bring a deeper, richer sense of satisfaction."

Once landing on the story he wanted to tell with the Rose family, Levy said they knew there would be no "major conflict" on Schitt's Creek, aside from the episodic tensions.

"I think from my own experience watching TV, I want to know that at the end of the episode everyone's going to be fine. Unless I'm watching The Americans, and then I don't want to know that at all. But when it comes to comedy…I think I've just been so turned off of really mean comedy. I think there was a chapter for a while where there was sort of this sociopathic, cruelty to comedy and comedic characters on television, where the joke was that you're not supposed to like them in any possible way. And I never understood it and I never liked it, and I never watched it. So, when given the opportunity to sort of create our own thing…It was always sort of—top of the list was that by the end of every episode, let's make sure that our audience knows that everyone's going to be OK."

After five seasons and counting with Schitt's Creek and the Roses, audiences will be more than just "OK."

Schitt's Creek airs Wednesdays, 10 p.m. on Pop and will return for a sixth and final season.

#schitts creek #dan levy #DAVID X PATRICK #LGBT #E ONLINE #APRIL 2019

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cinemameta · 6 years ago

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Bo Burnham: Comedy with Humanity

In the current social climate where political correctness has taken a front seat role in the fight against discrimination and offensive language, comedians proved to be quick in defending their craft and most have taken much of the blow with rigid resistance. The controversy lies in the use of historically derogatory terms notably in stand up performances which many have defended as an act of performative satire while others considered it as a mere form of hipster racism.

Bo Burnham, though fairly new to the field of comedy, grew up during the early days of social media boom which afforded him a quick rise to stardom through his many Youtube and Vine sketches. His intimate closeness to the internet gave him the avenue to be accessible to a wide, diverse audience and more importantly, a bird’s eye view of the rapid changing attitudes towards art and entertainment. Such awareness informed him on shaping his brand of metahumor; he sought to incorporate hallmarks of internet humor such as misdirection and theatrical slapstick into his acts as evident by his heavy reliance on employing musical numbers, dramatic sound and light effects in most of his shows. While others were honing their jokes and remained faithful to the conventional format of stand up, Bo was busy perfecting his skills not only as a comedian but also as a showman.

In spite of this, Bo is not one to advocate for sanitized censorship. In his last 2 stand up specials alone, he dropped the word f*ggot multiple times, did a comic routine on the N-word, sung about killing yourself and joked about fucking sluts. Segments like these should make him an easy target for controversy and yet compared to comic veterans like Louis CK and Ricky Gervais’ incessant coopting of racial slurs to their material, outrage over Bo’s was mild if not nonexistent. This could be perhaps unlike CK and Gervais, Bo is greatly aware of the audience’s sensibilities not only of those inside the comedy circle but also of the general public.

Irony has been a term commonly thrown when arguing against political correctness. Many comedians, in attempt to save face, have disputed that the use of the n-word is done ironically and actually doubles as a liberal commentary on race issues. Though this could be the case, irony for the sake of being ironic isn’t enough of an excuse to exploit the oppressive history of slurs for the purpose of entertainment especially when done in a sarcastic tone. When Bo does sing about committing suicide, he doesn’t stop short of letting the grimness hang over everyone’s head, instead he goes out of his way to insert a cautionary statement of suicide being a serious epidemic into his song. Not only is there irony in his suicide joke but there is a palpable urgency to be serious. Bo understands that no matter how nuanced a joke is, sincerity should never be lost in the many carefully constructed layers of irony.

Unlike many of his contemporaries who tend to lean towards postmodern influence or the belief the universal truths such as love, success and happiness should be met with skepticism, Bo’s material are abound with meaning. The way he utilizes misdirection as he hijacks a seemingly mundane joke and turn it into an introspective self-reflection demonstrates a masterful understanding of joke construction. While he tends to preface his material with skeptical undertones, he peppers them with meaningful intentions and almost always prefers a profound punchline over a cynical one. A major takeaway in his shows is the acknowledgment that yes, although virtues such love, as painted by stories of Romeo and Juliet or any other literature of the modernist movement, is too idealistic to be real; love, for what it’s worth, is too important to have no meaning.

Bo’s bravery in delving into topics that attempt to bare his soul to the audience is admirable considering how comedy audience get deathly allergic to sentimentality or anything that doesn’t elicit laughter. Going on stage knowing that your prepared material might receive negative reception is horrifying enough, imagine doing a show with material excerpted straight from your personal diary unveiled for the entertainment of strangers. With this, escapism becomes something of a foreign idea in his comedy. Early on or at one point in his routines, he trades in laughter for silent contemplation by forcing the audience examine the very nature of comedy itself. Why he’s making a joke becomes a bigger question than how he’s setting up the eventual punchline because if there’s one thing to expect from Bo Burnham, it’s that his humor goes deeper than as he makes it out to be.

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kinetic-elaboration · 6 years ago

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February 5: Thoughts on The 100 2x03 Reapercussions

I am very tired and I should sleep but instead I’m going to bring my The 100 rewatch project out of hiatus yet again with Episode 2x03: Reapercussions.

I miss Anya so much!!!!! This is mostly my Dichen Lachman obsession showing but also the way she gives Clarke that ‘yeah, whatever’ look when Clarke says she’ll get her out of the cage... your Grounder fave could never.

The show honestly peaked with S2 and after this it should have abandoned all attempts at edginess because nothing will ever be more Pure Nightmare Fuel than the Mount Weather Grounder Cages.

Clarke/Anya: the ship that almost was.

So when Clarke takes Anya out of the prison room, she opens a door that says “End Containment Area” and underneath that it says “U.S. Department of Homeland Security, Mount Weather Containment Protocol.” And people really thought JRoth made this up omg learn some history.

Considering how they left things (Anya literally trying to kill her and all her friends) it’s actually pretty impressively selfless and magnanimous on Clarke’s part to not just rescue her, but immediately and unthinkably rescue her. On the other hand, Anya feels some remorse for leaving her people whereas Clarke’s like ‘here are some clothes [even though those random bandages are holding up pretty well??], let’s get a move on!’ (I know she intended to come back for them and she was being smart and practical but from the pov of, say, Jasper or Monty, this is cold as hell of her.)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: early S2 Clarke is Peak Clarke: smart, sly, practical, brave.

Byrne mentions Earth Skills teacher “Davis” as being part of the search team for Bell et. al. My question: how many Earth Skills teachers did they have lol?

I fucking love this crashed-ship aesthetic omg I forget how much I love it and then I see it again....

“On the Ark, you did anything you wanted, without a second thought about the consequences.” Like mother, like daughter.

I ALSO miss Jasper and Maya. I’m probably like the lone person out there who still remembers them fondly but they were basically perfect because they were sweet but with the potential for a lot of darkness as well, my favorite combination.

WHERE’S MY ART SCHOOL JAYA AU?

So actually fun fact, that isn’t how the art work would have been stored in Mount Weather. They had special containers for the paintings to protect them and like a special cart thing to transport them quickly from their old homes to the bunker I read a book.

No one ever characterizes him this way sufficiently imo but Monty is really quite uptight in a way. Like first: don’t cockblock him man. And second: just chilll. This is probably why he used to smoke weed.

“Trouble? It’s Clarke. Whatever she’s up to, I’m sure she can handle it.” I mean.... he’s not wrong.

Except for the part where she’s covered in dead bodies. But even then...

So I always felt like the main point of the Reapers was as kind of a zombie police force for Mount Weather: to keep the Grounders scared of the Mountain, so they won’t poke around in it too much. Though of course they also collect Grounders, which is helpful, since the Mountain Men can’t walk that far from their home base (and, as stated, they probably want to keep most of that area Grounder-free anyway). But it occurs to me now that a third use of the Reapers is like dead-body collectors? The Mountain dumps the dead bodies out the trap door, and the Reapers take them away and eat them. So gross and efficient all at once. Mount Weather’s motto basically.

Murphy and his creating-a-distraction stones are still one of the funniest jokes this show has ever pulled, though if it were a quicker reveal after “something like that” it would be funnier.

Never mind, Bellamy appearing out of the bush is true underrated comedy gold,

That said, I feel like everything outside of the Mount Weather and Clarke stories here is filler.

Love! That! Ship!

Major Byrne says that Kane is on the verge of losing control of the camp but... I dunno.... everyone seems to be working together pretty well? Maybe if they had diversified the cast a little, not in terms of yet more Grounders but, like, non-leaders of the Ark, that would be more clear????

Okay, well, admittedly, when the Grounder prisoner is brought in they do start a mini-mob, lol. Also one of the delinquent’s fathers is shot, it would be cool if we knew who he was?? ETA: and then he dies and Abby’s like “does he have any family?” lol he just said that his son was one of the 100 so like obviously he does??

The costuming people, like the set people, really are the geniuses of this show. I love Clarke and Anya’s outfits, and Clarke’s hair somehow being both grungy and beautiful like THAT’s the apocalypse style I wanna see.

Also they absolutely 100% would have gotten together in the S2-S3 hiatus if Anya hadn’t been killed off.

“You saved my life because you needed me” IS true but she also did it absolutely without hesitation, even knowing Anya really quite truly hates her, so this speaks either to some foolhardy bravery mixed in with her practical thoughts, or just straight compassion, or both. I guess that sort of is a Clarke thing. She can be a grudge holder (seriously don’t tell me she isn’t: Wells????) but her grudges are NEVER more important than hard-nosed practical problem-solving.

Time for some gratuitous torture. Honestly, I like Season 2, it’s probably my favorite season, but it has some MAJOR filler problems. Like when it’s good it’s THE BEST but then other times it just doesn’t know how to fill 40 minutes so it resorts to pointless diversions (like Bellamy rappelling down the side of a mountain to save a character who is literally never seen again? for some reason?) or just straight out ugly violence for screaming’s sake (Raven’s surgery, Raven’s Grounder torture, Abby’s shocklashing, etc.) Like honestly I can’t even watch this. I’m just gonna browse tumblr until it’s done.

The Arkers really like the concept of “confessing” don’t they?

Like okay I’m not done WHAT IS THE POINT of this? It all but kills the whole Kabby vibe (I still lowkey ship them but sometimes I think...why?), it’s truly painful to watch, and it has no plot purpose AT ALL not even world-building because, lol, we know the writers don’t care to flesh out Camp Jaha in any real way.

Murphy is taking such sad glee out of instigating Finn’s madness/violence. The Luci of The 100 for sure.

This Bellamy story line is boring though I’m sorry. Some of these scenes (the Clarke or Mount Weather ones) I could watch a million times but this is like... kay, I know what happens already. So.

“There are some lines you can’t uncross.” I mean I think this show has actually shown that’s pretty untrue since people get over almost everything pretty fast. There’s always another horrific thing to do and/or experience!

Yeah my bitterness is seeping in.

Anyway when you come into an interrogation knowing what the “right” answer is, you’ll never learn anything, take note, stupid teenager boys + U.S. law enforcement.

Like honestly this Grounder is 500000x smarter than they are. He saves himself and rains gunfire and destruction upon his enemies. (Well, saves himself for a few minutes--but at least he got to cause harm to those he hates!)

“You thought I was the crazy one, huh?” Was Murphy ever crazy, though, or was he just coldly vengeful?

Speaking of coldly vengeful, Byrne could have been a potentially interesting character? Maybe? I’m not really into the type but as I said I want more Arkers wherever I can find them. And Kane needs real opposition. I have sympathy for him to a degree, but I also think he ultimately weakens rather than strengthens himself.

I love when Monty calls bullshit on stuff. “I can’t see Clarke? Try and fucking stop me, bitches.”

Jasper has such a big heart. Truly the emotional core of this friendship.

I like how Kane speaks as if his “diplomatic mission” of adults is so vastly different than Bellamy and Finn just going off on their own I mean, Byrne is little better than Finn? They’re both easily frustrated and fond of torture? It’s just that Byrne understands a chain of command--barely--that’s literally it.

How does it make literally any sense at all to shocklash a person one hour and make her the Chancellor the next? Like you’ve just encouraged the populace to think of her as nothing special, not above the embarrassing public application of extreme pain--but yes by all means expect them to fall into line behind her leadership. I mean I guess this sort of works if she was already somehow beloved (I guess I’m supposed to just believe that?) and now more sympathy has been generated for her--but such sympathy would seem to come at the expense of Kane. It would seem to be the opposite of what he, or really Byrne, was going for with that disgusting display. But whatever memory is a fiction I guess.

And they have this swelling-music romantic eye-fuck goodbye like??? He was just beating you!! JUST NOW!

What I’m getting out of Murphy advocating for killing the Grounder: first, he has a clear, cold, practicality not unlike Clarke, and two, he still thinks of the delinquents as his friends--how sweet. Two days ago he was killing them, holding them hostage, and stealing their ammo before a huge battle but still. Bygones.

This is not a great ep. for Bellamy leadership lol.

Finn executes a man, while wearing Clarke’s watch, in the place they had sex. Seems...symbolic?? IDK it’s late lol.

I miss Nyko a lot but also now that I’ve seen (part of) Slasher I’m not entirely sure I can ever see Ty Olsson in the same light.

Wouldn’t it be funny if they were literal brothers? Because I always assumed this was metaphorical but...was it? WAS IT?

Weird note to end on, I know. If patterns hold, it’ll be another 2-3 months before I do this again but I’ll try to be a little more on the ball about it.

#the year 2019 #2019: fandom thoughts #2019: the 100 s2 #the 100 #the 100 rewatch

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The Wrap, Part II: Return of the Curse of the Creature’s Ghost!

Film Reviews from the 51st Annual Sitges Fantasy/Horror Film Festival

Lucas A Cavazos

It would be of utmost denial to oneself to not take part in the occasional puff of marijuana and/or odd glass or two of red wine whilst shuffling about Sitges during this type of festival. I tell you, in this gayest of cities (and yes, I mean that in both senses of the word), nothing says loving like soaking up sun and guts while having the right side of your brain open. To quote Henry Miller…”The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”

And it is in that vein, I present to you the latest film starring Nicolas Cage, Mandy ###-1/2…Could it be that Nicolas Cage might actually have something interesting to offer now that he’s well past 50 and ready to go beyond simple nut job roles and wannabe-buff, action hits and flops? Last year, this festival premiered the currently in-run and VOD film called Mom and Dad with Selma Blair, and if that was a thing of fun and delight, which is was, this film is much more darkly mirrored and rife with psychedelic imagery, and it must be discussed. To note, it does contain ye olde, ubiquitous screaming-whilst-having-a-psychotic-fit Cage scene, doubt ye not! Set in turn of the decade 80s, Red (Cage) and Mandy (Andrea Riseborough) have removed themselves from the majority of society and live a life of slight isolation, that is until one day, Mandy is abducted by some occult-like sect with grave intentions. Linus Roach (Priest) plays Jeremiah Sands, a man who can call forth demons and demonic creatures, and when psychedelia meets rancour, flames go up and and as they do, someone in them, as well. This is where the film turns into a contemplative narrative tale on revenge and turmoil, highlighted by a tinge of hallucinogens and wasp venom, and I cannot begin to tell you how eerily creepy it is to see Linus Roach after so many years in a role like this that sends chills down your spine in ways that create sheer panic and disgust. Watching Cage take revenge is a joy and wonder, and it should be noted that the film won two of the Sitges 51st Official Selection Awards for Best Director, which went to Panos Cosmatos and Best Actress going to Andrea Riseborough, who also comes up a bit later down below. A piece of rogue psychedelic modern art on celluloid if ever there was one, tinges of Wes Craven, Heavy Metal cartoon imagery and sleep paralysis demons make this Nic Cage vehicle one of the best things he has done in simply years.

Making my way over to The Retiro in the heart of bustling Sitges to screen the noir-like film The Dark ###, I realised that I was late and upon arrival, I was quickly ushered upstairs and had to make do with a single chair propped up next to an upstairs balustrade. The Dark is an eerie piece that preys on the power of the unknown to scare the viewer into wanting to know more about its strange characters…and then the film reveals those secrets in flashback. Despite its title, there is very little in relation to darkness other than the tone of the film and its narrative of teen spirit gone horribly awry. In a former entry, I spoke of how a screened premiere entitled Zoo had encroached upon fresh zombie territory, and until recently as just over a decade ago, zombie cinema was a mostly contained affair, and reserved to a select grouping of films annually. That all changed with the mid-noughties and this latest entry into its subject matter baits us with unexplained tidbits, starting when a one Josef Hofer (Karl Markovics), described as armed and dangerous, makes his way to a rather haunting locale, where death finds him in the form of Mina, perma-resident of this cursed abode in Devil’s Den, a forestal area with a history of hauntings and Mina is that person/monster haunting those very woods. But then she discovers Alex, a blind and also-scarred teen who had been Hofer’s captive, and together the two make off for a disturbing adventure, which borders on heartfelt while also sadistic. If anything, this piece certainly toys with emotions and good cinema ought to do just that.

The Sitges Fantasy/Horror Film Fest is divided into many distinct sections, such as the main Official Selections, Noves Visions,which promotes newer filmmakers and diverse subject matter, Melies Feature and Short Film sections, Asian Focus, Animated Fare, The Orbita promoting mixed big budget and indie fare, Fanastic Discovery Features promoting obscure (and often deeper) cinema, the B and Z-grade fare of the Midnight X-Treme selections, as well as, the Critics Jury Selection. All of that to say that there is nary a specific genre within the fantasy film/horror movie genres that is NOT touched on by this film festival. Winner of the Orbita Award for Best Picture went to the US studio outfit entitled American Animals ###-1/2 and what an astounding effort it provides its audience into a peek at the rather modern mindset of the ageing millennial. Telling a 2004 real-life story by British director Bart Layton, he of the haunting 2012 film The Imposter, this 2018 effort documents how four white youths from good, hardworking families failed to fully realise a masterminded effort to steal one of, if not, the world’s most valuable book. The multi-volume Audubon Society’s Birds of America, not to mention Darwin’s first edition copy of On the Origin of Species were just two of the books to be included in a heist that Transylvania University students Spencer Reinhard and Warren Lipka (played to perfection by Barry Keoghan and Evan Peters) foolishly decided to rob from the special collections library department. To say that the subject matter is mid-level at best might be a tad harsh but only just so; that said, the way Layton maps out the mental state of these middle-to-upper middle class boys should give all of us a hint as to where these boys, and millions like them, are coming from. The plan of a heist is bred with the idea that their spoiled lives have hindered their true creative identities, and so to tell the story, the director secured interviews with the actual perpetrators and spliced that with top grade talent re-enacting the actual events. The film cannot be heralded as a thing of wonder, as it truly details the dumbest snafu of a heist ever on American soil. But what it succeeds in showing is that insecurity, lack of identity, and seeds of doubt are rife amongst today’s young adults, and if we are not fomenting stronger individuals as siblings, educators, parents, et al…we will continue to create these spoiled races of highly non-autonomous individuals. Give them some tough love, for goodness sake. Worthy of a view for any parent or educator.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT…Lars Von Trier, he of the Dogme 95 cinema movement and so many odd, jarring and sometimes good celluloid pieces…see Celebration and this film as examples please…he of the “understanding Hitler, I’m a Nazi” joke he pulled a few years back at Cannes, which then had him banned for half a decade, premiered his latest work last week at Sitges. It a doozy of a film that garnered some decent attention and a European and Spanish distributor, for sure. It’s been a hot minute since we’ve seen Matt Dillon on the big screen, and the brief time with Uma Thurman at the film’s beginning is a dark scene of beauty…and then not. Here’s the thing, as always we are dealing with the tortured mindset of a Scandinavian director who seethes out his demons onto celluloid, but that alone does not make it exceptional art, although I truly believe he thinks it is. In turn, I truly believe that von Trier is quite likely a mitigated sociopath. That said, while there is a bit of reverential awe to his masterful ways of movie manipulation, it is his use of dark comedy that sets this film apart from other recent fare he has brought us. Matt Dillon plays the titular character and while amusing at first, he soon grows languidly repetitive and chauvinistic, and while there are scenes of comedic brilliance, such as an OCD-related clean up job that leads to an incident with a policeman or the bang-down job he does trying to dispose of bodies in a freezer, it is impossible for this student and teacher of history to not associate the fact that we are watching a man, a DANISH man no less (do your research as to why I emphasise that, chirren) play out his darker inner recesses for our viewing interest, but it surely makes me aware that we are also likely dealing with his pathos. That’s what really makes The House That Jack Built ###-1/2 really scary.

Lastly this entry, Nancy ###-1/2 brings up the actress Andrea Riseborough again, and I would like to note that often at awards season and ceremonies, actors get rewarded for an individual work, which often plays testament to all the other work they’ve done in their field that year. As Riseborough won Best Actress at this year’s Sitges Fantasy/Horror Film Fest, I believe this piece was much more deserved than the aforementioned Mandy for that award. I also find it compelling that she as an actress chose to make two, back-to-back films about tortured women with their names as the movie titles. Nancy is a quasi-failed career woman tending to her mum who suffers from some neural disorder and who is unintentionally suffocating her daughter with complaints and stress…but when mum dies suddenly, what is Nancy to do but discover that she was likely abducted years earlier and soon begins to associate herself with a long lost child case never resolved that might fit her theory about herself, however strained it is. What ensues is a emotional tour de force involving the parents of the long missing child, played to award-level precision by J. Cameron Smith as Ellen and Steve Buscemi as her hubby Leo. When Nancy sets up an appointment to meet with them, they take a shining to her at once and while awaiting DNA results, take her in to stay with them, including with her cat to which Leo is allergic. As scenes go by, even though this might be more in order in an indie film fest rather than here at Sitges, you also understand that the fantastical elements lie in the mind of the titular woman, as well as, in director Christina Chloe’s softly brutal touch. A film meant for those who understand healing and suspension of (dis)belief, Nancy gives Andrea Riseborough a chance at becoming a celebrated actress to emulate.

#abitterlifethroughcinema #sitges film festival #mandymovie #TheDarkFilm #americananimals #the house that jack built #NancyFilm #matt dillon #steve buscemi #nicolas cage

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elizas-writing · 7 years ago

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The Heathers: A Case of Forced Diversity and Bad Adaptation

TW/CW: Mentions of suicide

I usually hate the criticism of a piece of media “forcing diversity” whenever it presents a cast of mostly marginalized people as there is often never any validity on the problem of seeing women, people of color, LGBT+ folks, etc in film. Whether it’s rebooting Ghostbusters, continuing Star Wars, or casting Hermione Granger as a black woman, audiences (mainly white men) will complain that Hollywood is just catering to the SJWs or come up with any excuse as to why a story wouldn’t work with marginalized people in comparison to every white cisgender male protagonist on the market. That being said, unfortunately, I came across something that falls into forced diversity where it does not make sense to have marginalized people play certain roles: The 2018 Heathers television series reboot.

Based on the 1988 film of the same name, Heathers follows a young Veronica Sawyer (originally played by Winona Ryder) who’s grown tired of being in clique of vapid, vain girls who all happen to be named Heather. She gains the romantic interest of a new student named JD (originally played by Christian Slater), and in their twisted love and the accidental death of Heather Chandler, they begin staging suicides of their popular classmates as revenge, sending Veronica in a whirlwind of emotional confusion and guilt.

In the original film, the Heathers, as seen above, are the stereotype of popular high school girls with incredible fashion sense and conventional attractiveness from their skinny figures to two of the three girls being white blondes. For the 2018 television reboot, Heather Chandler is fat and gay, Heather Duke is genderfluid, Heather McNamara is a black girl, and Veronica Sawyer is the conventionally attractive, skinny blonde girl.

Not only are we throwing in the good old “kill your gays” trope and villainizing LGBT+ people under the veil of “representation,” but the recent trailer passes off a high school where the would-be marginalized students are at the top.

I know things are slowly getting better for LGBT+ kids in schools, and the fact some of my friends had support among their peers is a freaking miracle. However, I cannot say the same for most throughout the rest of the United States or the world for that matter as the bullying and suicide rates for LGBT+ teens are still way too high. It’s one thing to have them as the popular kids without any opposition, but it’s another to try to force in a black comedic narrative about teenage suicide on a group which already faces such an issue.

A major part of Heathers was that the conventionally attractive popular kids killed off were getting flashy tributes even though most everyone hated them and their suicides were staged. Meanwhile someone like Martha Dunstock who actually had incredibly low self-esteem is mocked at in her failed suicide attempt because she’s a fat girl whom they presume is trying to copy the popular kids and gain attention. As JD puts it, “The only place where Heathers and Marthas get along is in Heaven.” And from what I can gather, this TV show wants to pass off that the otherwise marginalized students seem to automatically have no problems because of their popularity and their identities are somehow a fad to guarantee status which pushes a conventionally attractive white girl to murder?? I’m sorry, what the fuck am I watching?

Not only does the logic not add up, but it presents a larger problem of adapting Heathers: it only works in its original context and setting of the late 1980s. Filmmakers could get away with a lot more back then, and trying to do a black comedy about teenage suicide set circa 2018 can rub sensitivities all the wrong way, especially considering tragic events like the Columbine shooting would emerge in the following years. This was something that the musical adaptation, released on Off-Broadway in 2014, knew to be careful about.

One of the major deviations between the film and the musical is the introduction of JD which best explains the trickiness in adapting it to a 21st century setting. He’s still a bad boy with a soft spot, and maybe Veronica can fix him if she loves him enough only to realize he’ll never change. In the musical, his confrontation with Kurt and Ram ends with a beat down and segways into a song of Veronica’s initial attraction. Whereas in the film... he starts shooting blanks in the middle of the cafeteria and is only suspended for a couple days. Gee, I can only imagine why they had to change that for a post-Columbine, post-Sandy Hook theater going public.

And because it’s musical theater, this adaptation lures you into a world of more over-the-top spectacle than the film while still keeping the characters’ physical appearances and the underlying dark tones masked in song and dance numbers. It’s lighter, theatrical tone is another joke on the theatricality on how society views teenage suicide and whose problems are more validated.

Paramount’s Heathers TV show is a rare case of diversity for the sake of diversity without any thought on how the cast would drastically change the story. It could have made Veronica gay and/or a girl of color, or perhaps change JD’s race, gender and/or sexuality, which would give them extra vendetta against the Heathers, Ram, Kurt, etc. But with the popular kids being represented by marginalized people, it just creates a story of unnecessary violence and ups some of Veronica’s first world problems by a million. Don’t marginalized kids face enough shit as is, and now you have the nerve to trivialize why some of them commit suicide? Talk about your grand representation backfiring hard when you can’t even respect a potential target audience.

We’re only now slowly getting good representation of LGBT+ people in media where they’re not jokes, background or killed off. And this adaptation is one huge step back and a display of a studio which didn’t seem to care on the original story’s content and message or how to portray that in a 21st century, post-Columbine world. It misses the whole point in Heathers by villainizing the same people it meant to speak out for, and set itself dead on arrival.

#heathers #heathers paramount #heathers musical #representation #diversity #adaptation #lgbt #lgbt+#lgbt+ representation #editorial #opinion #my writing

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beyblader-observations · 8 years ago

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Reasons to watch Bakuten Shoot Beyblade (updated)

I want to take some time to recommend one of my favorite anime to everyone: Bakuten Shoot Beyblade! Most people don’t know it’s an anime, or even more than a toy franchise. Yes, it did start as a toy, but there is more to it than that. This is a wonderful anime, and I believe more people will like it if they give it a shot. Main Characters: 1. Tyson Granger/ Takao Kinomiya Tyson is your typical, lovable main character. As with most shounen heroes, he wants to be the best. In his case, he wants to be the best Beyblader. He is excessively confident, energetic, charismatic, and cares deeply for his friends. He can be annoying and rude, but that just adds to his boyish charm. 2. Kai Hiwatari Kai is the character who any fan of this show loves and hates at the same time. He’s an immensely powerful Beyblader who hates the world and everyone in it. Striving for perfection, he will crush anyone in his way to achieve it. He’s a multi-faceted character on the border between good and evil. 3. Max Tate / Max Mizuhara Max is the adorable little puppy-like member of the group. Incredibly bubbly and optimistic, he’s the one you can always trust to cheer up his friends. He loves tackle-hugging everyone. 4. Ray Kon / Rei Kon Ray is the cool and collected member or of the group. He comes from a Chinese clan of cat-people, so many aspects of his personality resemble a feline. He is the most polite, charming member of the group. Cultural Diversity If you think the four characters I just named are the only important ones, you are mistaken! There are 100s of important characters in this series (in addition to a bunch of unimportant characters)! They all have their own unique personalities and significance to the plot! One thing I love about this large array of characters is their cultural differences. As the main characters travel to Beyblade tournaments, they meet characters from all over the world! They fight teams from all different countries. As they travel to tournament sites, we get little glimpses of life in these countries! Even the main four were raised in different countries. Japan, USA, China, and Russia. Relationships As if the characters weren’t great enough on their own, their connections with each other make them all the more lovable! The characters share strong bonds. Everyone has a unique way of interacting with one another due to their personality, upbringing, or personal opinion towards the other characters.  As a shounen sports manga, teamwork is very important. Watching these characters work together is inspiring and admirable. Emotions  The gamut of different emotions can be surprising. At first glance it just seems like kids playing a game, but there is more than that. In their world, Beyblading is the most popular sport. While watching this show, we see the “athlete’s” lives as they go through obstacles to win these competitions. The story is portrayed dramatically in a way that can take you from laughter to tears. Variety in animation style One fun fact about Beyblade is that if you don’t like the art style of one series, you might like the next. The original Beyblade series is separated into 3 parts: Beyblade, Beyblade V Force, and Beyblade G Revolution. Each of these have very different animation and artistic styles.  Comedy This anime is hilarious! They throw in jokes and slang all the time. The Canadian dub makes it great because they even add characters that didn’t exist in the Japanese version just to make it more funny and entertaining to a Western audience! It’s even funny when it isn’t necessarily supposed to be… Action Of course, this show has action! It’s not your typical man to man fighting. It’s with spinning tops. But it’s portrayed in a way to make you feel like the Beyblader is in the battle. In some cases, this is actually true. This can get violent. The Beyblades get hurt often. They have living beasts inside them, and when they get damaged it hurts these spirits! But the frightening part is when the Beyblader actually gets injured during battle! Some Beybladers go to extreme measures to win, creating really dangerous Beyblades! They aren’t afraid to slice up their opponent with their blades! Some characters die or nearly die in the process.  Dark Side This anime can get surprisingly dark. There are underground organizations torturing children and turning them into Beyblade killing machines! If the child soldiers don’t obey their orders, they are taken away and locked in dungeons! Children are experimented on to the point that they are almost no longer human, all for the sake of dominating the world through conquering the sport of Beyblading! And this is all just in the first season! Backstories Each character has their own unique backstory, which makes them feel very real. They've all had very different experiences that shaped who they are, why they Beybattle, and how they interact with others. Their roots and upbringings are all so diverse. The one thing that bonds all of these different characters together is their common interest in Beyblading. Like real people, some of them have led pretty carefree lives, while others have past trauma that really took a toll on them. Despite being a generally light hearted show, the characters' pasts can get rather depressing. A lot of the characters’ pasts involve either death of or separation from a parental figure. In the case of some characters, it involves being trapped in one of the Beyblade dungeons mentioned above. Some characters suffer from abandonment issues, loneliness, and a fear of loss or rejection. Also, the characters' stories leave room for interpretation and headcanons. Dynamic characters There is so much to these characters! They're very dimensional to the point that they feel like real people. Once you think you know a character, you'll learn something new about them that makes you view them in an entirely different light. The characters change drastically from the beginning to the end of the story. Characters who were thought to be bad guys were really just misguided. Characters switch sides at the flip of a dime, so it's hard to tell who is going to be an enemy and who will be a friend. The characters were so well thought out that I ended up loving all the characters that I hated in the beginning. With so many great characters, you are bound to find someone you can relate to. Romance If you look for romance in an anime as I often do, you won’t be disappointed. Although most isn't explicitly stated, there is certainly room for shipping in this series. The strong relationships lend well for imagining more. There is at least one canonical couple. The others are mostly up to interpretation. Often a character will say or do something that points to a possible romantic interest in another character. The vagueness of the relationships make it fun to try to figure out who likes who. A lot of characters have strong bonds that could be viewed in many different ways. Mythology The Beyblades are not spinning tops. They contain living spirits of ancient beasts! These beasts are from real Asian mythology going back centuries and were not made up specifically for this show. The four main Bitbeasts are Dragoon, Dranzer, Driger, and Draciel. These are a dragon, Phoenix, white tiger, and turtle-chimera. These creatures are from ancient mythology, symbolizing the four cardinal directions. More information here: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Symbols_(China) Other characters have beasts that are based on mythology from other parts of the world, for instance Greek mythology and medieval European mythology. There are a lot of supernatural events in this series. So don't be surprised if a Beyblade blasts the roof off of a stadium or if someone is transported to another dimension. There's also sci-fi stuff like robots and androids. Music The music in this anime is amazing! Both the English and Japanese soundtracks are great! I listen to them again and again! If the less than perfect animation ever gets too rough on your eyes, or if you don’t feel like watching the Beyblades spinning during a battle, I encourage you to close your eyes and listen to the music. The dub’s 90s rock music is so fun and catchy! And the Japanese songs are very pretty! The music is made specifically for the anime, with Beyblade-related lyrics! Motivational After speaking to other fans of Beyblade, I have to emphasize that this series is extremely motivational and inspirational. The characters have to push through so many struggles to follow their dreams to become great Beybladers. Perseverance is a big theme of the series. It emphasizes the importance of sticking to your beliefs and aspirations and never giving up. Seeing the characters get pushed down so many times to see them get back up and fight with even more confidence is really encouraging. The story emphasizes to have confidence in your own ability. A lot of advice from the series can be taken out of context to be applicable to real life. It shows that you can find friends in unlikely places, and that friends can help you overcome the toughest of times. Strength in this series comes not from physical ability, but from the heart. The Beybladers learn over and over that if they have the right mindset and believe in themselves, they can accomplish their goals. Another theme is that it's possible to change for the better. Throughout the series, Tyson/Takao helps people find the good in their own hearts. The characters who were going down the wrong path learn that they can change if they just believe in their own abilities. After talking to many Beyblade fans, I've learned that this series changes lives to the point that people wouldn't be who they are today if it wasn't for Beyblade. Refreshing So if for no other reason, I encourage you to watch this show simply because it’s a nice breathe of fresh air. It’s different from most other anime out there these days. If you want something with a lot of depth that leaves you with a cheerful and uplifting feeling, this anime is highly recommended.

#reasons to watch beyblade #I hope this sounds okay #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade

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amuerion · 8 years ago

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Meihem SFW Valentine’s Day Headcanons Incoming!

Hello to everyone out there!

Final uni exams and presentations will be over for me in a few days. So, I thought I take a little break from studying and join in the fun of sharing Valentine’s Day headcanons about Meihem – and friends - to give this tag some love!

For compactness’ sake, you will find them all beneath the “read more” link!

Basis: Overwatch Joined Forces AU

Mei never believed that she would get very excited about Valentine’s Day at some point in her life. That changed as soon as Junkrat’s enthusiasm for it rubbed off on her. He loves the idea of a day dedicated to being especially thankful for how far the two of them have come with their relationship - not to mention that he and Mei come up with countless nice surprises for the other people who enrich their lives, with or without a special someone.

Nowadays, Mei’s Valentine’s Day usually starts with being woken up by Junkrat in the morning over the communicator. He rings her up, in order to just quickly tell her something he adores about her and hangs up again - only to repeat that around every full hour with another fact, until the two finally meet in person.

Flowers have been removed from future Valentine’s Day plans for Mei, at least until further changes of mind. There was tohubohu enough, when Junkrat surprised her with an HQ meeting hall that was neatly decorated with the most vibrantly-coloured flowers - only to find out that he stole these all by himself from the King’s Row Garden Festival Plaza, beaming with pride.

Mei has made it a habit of hers to already prepare Valentine’s Day cards at least a month in advance. Not only for Junkrat, but as a thank you for everybody on the team. She loves drawing things on it that the recipient likes, decorating it and even writing small verses of motivational poetry. She doesn’t consider her skills for making these to be all that fantastic. Junkrat certainly knows that he will keep all of them safe in a fire-proof box, though. He can’t stop himself from dancing whenever he gets a new one. He is amazed by how great Mei handles animals in her drawings and the frilled neck lizard with his frill of fireworks is by far his favourite.

Junkrat however is happy to know that he can gift Mei with something that makes her just as excited. She loves the lucky charms and trinkets he makes for her, because she can use them for absolutely everything. Junkrat made her a little mail penguin that keeps all of her to-do notes in order in his beak and bag, a snowman to hang from her car keys and a little fluffy yeti that hangs from the zipper of her bag. Mei likes to play around with it and how warm it gets in her hands, whenever she is nervous before important job meetings.

Mei on the other hand loves to surprise Junkrat with gifts that ensure a feel-good time. She loves to surprise him with bath bombs and let specialists help her to choose ingredients that would make a nice mix and remind him of places and events they learned to love together - much to his excitement of seeing the “brewing of a witch’s potion” unfold. Mei even got into sewing and made a pillow cover with bomber rats. She filled it herself and left little pockets inside the cover to fill with sweet herb bags that encourage a soothing sleep with their smell.

Another reason why Junkrat settled on these smaller gifts is because he has a rather unusual style of wrapping presents. He doesn’t know how Mei does it with those perfect edges and cute figurines folded out of paper. He certainly cannot make it look any less like an UFO traveller creature of those alien conspirancy movies they sometimes watch together...and on their very first Valentine’s Day, he got Mei’s gift wrapped just in time for her to walk in...and realize that he was so focused on getting it right that one of his hands got stuck in it.

They love to make ice cream and slushies together with the help of Mei’s drone Snowball. A lot of experiments with countless fruits are done and perfected with chocolate sauce and sprinkles in heart shape. Often they even share the delicious results with the team.

Speaking of fruit, Junkrat gets incredibly excited whenever Mei lets him add flambéed fruit to the ice cream as a larger dessert. As usual, through many trials and errors, with Snowball to the rescue in the HQ roof garden, he has become exceptionally good at it.

Sometimes Mei and Junkrat also lend Mercy a hand at baking her legendary guardian angel buns on Valentine’s Day. They come in cupid shape that Mercy takes care of, Mei decorates them with raisins, while Junkrat powers them up with lots of strawberry jam. Then, the doctor is on her way to gift anyone who could use a sweet treat in transparent, ribboned bags. No payment required. A warm smile will do.

No, not even on Valentine’s Day Mei and Junkrat stop it with the puns. What is worse however is the fact that they expand the puntests also with pickup line contests: Who manages to come up withe the most cringe-worthy ones until the day is done wins. As soon as things like “Damn it, seem ta have lost me phone number...Can Oi borrow yours, by any chance?” and “You hear that? The airport lady just told me to not leave my valuables unattended...Guess it is my duty to not take my eyes off you ever again now.” are uttered from their mouths, their friends know it is time to run for self-protection.

Both of them enjoy to come up with dress up prompts for Valentine’s Day. That can range from serious things, like matching outfits, to downright goofy things, like “The most hideous Christmas sweater you did not dare to show off at the party last year” and “Setting trends with my new bin bag hat”, that confuse everyone else.

Mei loves writing old-fashioned love letters to Junkrat on Valentine’s Day. It helps her to cover absolutely everything that she considered to be outstanding in their prior relationship year and to show gratitude and pride in how much both of them grew together as people until now.

Junkrat loves doing standup comedy shows with his steel trap for Mei on Valentine’s Day. It took some getting used to to this unusual hand puppet, but it’s now one of her favourite things to watch - it just baffles her how Junkrat uses his diversity in vocal range and comes up with good punchlines quickly.

Junkrat can’t help but be very affectionate towards Mei when his love for her overflows. He couldn’t care less who sees it and what they think of it, if there is something she says or does that is too adorable for him to handle, he will lift her up, hug and squeeze her and kiss her until her cheeks glow from all the giggling.

Mei gets him back for that with a smooch-a-thon. When her love overflows and both of them are in the middle of a conversation, she will determine the flow of it by kissing Junkrat after every word she utters. Junkrat has never forced himself to make a discussion about where to go for dinner as lengthy as possible and with a respectful consideration of any munching palace in reach - until that happened.

As for Valentine’s dates, one of Junkrat’s favourite things to do is to drive way out into nature with Mei. They go hiking and camping together, while Mei gets to tell him a lot of fascinating things about their surroundings. Junkrat’s highlight however is to enjoy a nice view on the landscape cuddled into Mei, after a delicious and satisfying barbecue for such a long trip.

Sometimes, when they stay the night in nature, Mei and Junkrat team up to make a movie night for themselves. As Mei gets to attach a huge fabric to use as a screen from the HQ attic to the trees with the help of her ice walls, Junkrat gets an old projector he found in the same place to work. There is something magical about seeing Olivia Rai in action, surrounded by the cries of owls and the crackling camp fire together in a large sleeping bag.

If the weather does not want to assist them, though, they take it easy or find a way to make fond memories with their friends indoors. There is nothing like enjoying a hot chocolate together and sinking deep into adventures of the past, turning the night into day at the arcade with D. Va and Lúcio, or visiting the sanctuary and petting café for pigs with Roadhog.

Mei’s favourite place to use for a date experience on Valentine’s Day is the Winter’s End Fair that is hosted every year. The ice rink of the fair is also their training area for Junkrat’s new prosthetic skating leg. Junkrat can’t get enough of the fireworks whenever they stay for dinner on the boats of the lake tour and the most horrifying rollercoasters.

As much as Mei isn’t fond of extreme rides by intuition, Junkrat begged her to give it a shot at least once in her lifetime to find out whether they could still enjoy them together, after all. Half an hour of persistent encouragement talk later, he successfully convinced her to step into a half full “Sombrero”. From the first gentle swinging side to side until the highest circular spins, Mei screamed her lungs out. She was never that happy to have solid ground beneath her feet before, but Junkrat couldn’t stop laughing when he saw how many new customers to the horizon line her reaction had drawn to them, after the ride was over. “If she gets so much out of this, this must be one heck of a rad ride!” they thought, leaving the bucks at the counter. Mei however was certain that this was the first and last time she pirouetted in the sky.

Mei prefers the world’s hugest chair swing and the ferris wheel, but gets an adrenaline rush of her own for becoming extremely competitive at the shooting galleries and prize booths. One cannot deny however that both of them are the most aggressive bumper cars participants far and wide.

They aren’t sure how often they could repeat it, but they once felt dangerous enough to sneak backstage onto the dark boat bridges inside the fair’s Tunnel of Love. The ride itself didn’t thrill them. However, they surprised the couples they heard passing by on their boats in the dark. Mei would sometimes throw little boxes of chocolate onto their laps a the boat stopped before the waterfall. It wasn’t easy to keep their cover, since Junkrat couldn’t help but whistle or throw in a cheeky joke from time to time. They are waiting for the reviews online - once the guests think this is all part of the ride, they’ll have to come back.

Sometimes however, it is even for the better to not split from the team even on this special day. It took a bit of overcoming to suggest it, but Mei and Junkrat really wanted to launch “Appreciation Pigeon Holes” at the HQ. After long thinking, they came to the conclusion that you can indeed also love someone without loving them romantically and they hate how days like these pressure certain people or make them feel left out. They are all in this together, which is why they launched the pigeon holes to be filled with thank you cards and small gifts from one Overwatch member to another for the great teamwork and strong bonds.

This project was a big success, everyone got something out of it and some members even grew fonder of one another. The members who found the most content in their pigeon holes were Winston, Mercy and - by far - Roadhog. The cards literally fell towards him just by looking at the collection. They hid letters, almost entire articles about how the senders were thankful that one could always rely on him, how often his approaches to problems and his calm self had saved them time and time again and how much they wished for him to stay with them for many years to come and feel at home, at least to some extent, in their extraordinary and large crew. There was a lot to say to someone who does mind-blowing things on a weekly basis, but never gives you a chance to talk properly about it - and there is something mind-blowing in so many people wishing you well and making a genuine effort to get to know your person even when you convinced yourself this would not happen again for as long as you live.

Celebratory meals have become quite a nice tradition at the HQ, too. Even when they do not work as heroes on the missionary job, it is always great for Mei, Junkrat and the others to have Emily brought over by Tracer, or experience the halls ten times livelier with Torbjörn’s wife and their kids around. Some stories and feelings fully blossom only in the understanding and experience from couple to couple and so far their shared but rare time has been charming. It is reward enough for preparing the enormous lunch for everyone else together, before everyone is up and away to enjoy their respective bonds.

A small act of kindness and lucky chance that D. Va came up with for Valentine’s Day was to send out “The Swarm”. She worked on little messenger bird postcards with Mei together and with their Oversquad, they were determined to send hundreds of them flying, attached to helium balloons, for as long as their luck would carry them. This way, anyone out there who might needed it could stumble across some uplifting words. Junkrat could only focus and be of help to the noble cause, until he figured out what helium did to his voice by accident. It can be guaranteed that none of the balloons came down faster than the squad passed out from laughing, once Junkrat made use of his self-proclaimed, new found rat voice to still deliver accurate impressions of every single person present.

The biggest Valentine’s Day project Mei and Junkrat were involved in so far was something that Lúcio had set up, though. He and D. Va have been members of the “Heart’s Content Foundation” for quite some time now. Members of said foundations are mainly celebrities, who sometimes are willing to offer their talents and crafts for charity events, in which all earnings go to several groups of disadvantaged people and into donations for groups of people that try to make the world a better place. Lúcio has been a massive help for raising awareness for this by bringing together countless of artists, who wished to work on collaborations with him and even support him on the “Audio Medic Tour”. The massive popularity of the projects allowed for all profit to be split under the collaborators to help their world-improvers of choice little by little. When a Valentine’s Day themed album was considered for the future, Lúcio threw the topic into discussion with Mei and Junkrat. Upon hearing their suggestions on what to spend the earnings on, he immediately supported the idea of working on songs with them. Under pseudonyms both of them were fine with it and this chance of a lifetime was more than intriguing.

The ambient chillout, yet adventurous tracks, which were inspired by how Mei and Junkrat see one another individually, are treasured by them forever and also by many fans. Mei decided to donate her earnings to a team of revolutionary inventors that were in search of funds to give their ocean-cleaning technology a kickstart. Junkrat’s earnings turned out to be a financial boost to an initiative, whose teams were travelling from town to town by bus to serve free meals, clean drinking-water and showering possibilities to homeless people, whose struggles went unseen by the political authorities.

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