#offbrand third life

[happ1edt]

First 4 Ep Thumbnails for Offbrand Third Life 🚦

•a arguably more scuffed version of the OG Third Life - by Grian

•contained me and my creative and hilarious and awesome 13 friends that had an awesome and bizarre time (go watch it, shameless promo below)

[kkatastrophic]

Can you slander Makoto? I hate him too tbh but I rarely saw slander of him

Waited my whole life for this ask /j

Aight let's begin:

He's average, he has no redeeming qualities and could literally be replaced by any character in the franchise.

He has no unique hobbies or interests at all, he would have nothing interesting or fun to talk with you about.

He gets no development throughout the franchise

He got in HPA as the Ultimate Luck but spends his time fucking getting punched and stuff.

He doesn't care about other characters, he didn't care about Taka when he went catatonic, he didn't try to empathise with Leon, he never heard Hiro out in the third chapter, he never says anything to stop people from being rude to Sakura.

All ships with him are super bland and annoying, they don't work because he's so average and boring.

His personality is only put positively, he has NO flaws and I mean NONE. This makes for a bad protagonist because he has no room to improve and that makes him uninteresting to the audience. I would've forgotten about him if he wasn't a placeholder.

He lets characters be mean and bitchy to him (mainly byakuya)

He never trains with Aoi, not even after Sakura dies. SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN TRAINING ALONE GUYS, ALONE!

he's not relatable or realistic at all (tf are "The Meat Teens")

He's super annoying especially around Maizono-Chan

Poorly written and kinda bland

He has the most BASIC VA making him super forgettable, his VA is in every other anime on the planet and so he's easily forgettable.

He did nothing to get granted the title of Ult. Hope???

Average ass design, bro your jacket is BOOORING even Hifumi has a better fit tbh

He has no personality and no FTEs (bc he's a protag) so he seems super 2D compared to the other characters.

He's given too much credit as a protagonist when literally Kyoko does all the work.

Every time he's on screen I cry /hj

I skip his dialouge in UDG bc I can't stand his voice.

Milk Toast kinda guy

His suit design makes him look like an offbrand Fuyuhiko

His "hopeful attitude" is there until Sayaka needs him for support, he never asks further about her issues??? Until Leon needs some empathy for his situation, he goes "YOU MURDERED SAYAKA YOU BAD!!!" he wasn't there when Chihiro had a complex, they could've bonded "hey you may think you're weak but I KNOW I'm average" wasn't there for Mondo to help him in his final moments, wasn't there for Kiyotaka when he didn't even eat. I DID TAKA'S FTES IN CHAPTER 3 AND HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO HELP ("..." "..." "..." "Taka and I stood in silence for some time") he doesn't stop Toko and Hiro from calling Sakura ogre, and is scared of her for most of the game even though she's a sweetheart! He never sympathises with Yasuhiro (they were both framed at one point or another). He never helps Aoi after Sakura died, he never hears Toko/Jill out in ANY situation!

He keeps being accused of lying and nobody trusts him (chp.1 trial, chp.5 trial twice - masked figure attack, and his execution-)

He never works for anything, information is always given to him

The cast should've killed him and used his ahoge as a radio antenna to call for help, or connect it to alter-ego and get a radio signal.

A virtually untouchable character

All of his superfans go "He's such a pure innocent baby who did no wrong he's so cool!" but this list exists...

He never had any reason to kill, his motive/secret could've been hella interesting, he could've tried to kill, but we got nothing.

He's dense and any fics with him in it are boring.

Any other character would be a better suited protagonist.

Yeah this isn't the full list but I hope the anon enjoyed the ramble!

This is a hate against Makoto, yes, but this is my opinion, take this as you will. Please refrain from hating because at the end of the day we're all entitled to our beliefs.

[jsratio74]

Can you tell us more about your jsr ocs ? They look very cool btw

REALLY??????? DHHEUG okay so Tape he is the blue guy,

Tape is 17 🔥🔥 he is super competitive, he made his own "crew" with his best friend, Tack, the girl one!!! Tape has a love hate relationship with Beat, he hates him (in reality he has the fattest crush on him but he won't admit that to anyone), Tape often challenges other crews and stuff to races,

Tack on the other hand is just there, she sometimes hangs around the gg's despite mostly intimidated by the others. She likes their dog,,, she also likes to hang out with Mew!!! (And she's 16!!)

Tape has a habit of like, copying people he likes, so that's why he has the similar glasses and headphones as beat,,,,, You can see Tape also doing things Tack does like little bits in the daily life, example, Tack would hum a random tune, then later you'd find Tape hum the same tune or smth,,,,

Tape dislikes the gg's, he inspires to be better then them (mostly to impress beat), Tape is like, an offbrand beat, copies him alot,,,,

I haven't decided how Beat feels about Tape because I don't want to like make Tape a Mary sue or smth and make beat be madly inlove with him or smth,,,

Tape is also autistic so hip hip hooray

Extra funfact: Tape's comfort food is jelly!!!!

Extra extra thing, this is when I first drew them

They have a third member too, but I'm not telling anyone abt him yet until I either release his new design or if someone asks/silly

[fictionkinfessions]

I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my chestplate.

nah, but. Really I just. I keep having the Absolute Worst Time of my life because I miss my vod’e, but like. Fucking load of good that does me, when I can’t remember who they were because of the fact my brain got fucked with more times than a fucking besalisk can count on all four hands. I know I had a training squad. Do I know their names? Not really! They sure knew the name “I” used before my brain got scooped out, turned into shitty offbrand jello with some chunks missing, and shoved back inside my skull though! Like. I have questions but who the fuck do I even direct them to? These nameless, faceless vod’e with blurred paint that keep showing up in my fucking dreams?

Like yeah sure, the Reconditioning didn’t fully stick because it was like. The second or third time that shit happened to me. But fucking hell did it still have side effects.

x

[mochamartyr]

offbrand third life episode 2 is out!!! spoiler alert: somebody goes out for good in this episode ;)

[nat-20s]

 Part 8 of the wonderful! Au: the boys answer some questions! Up to you to decide if they actually clarify anything!

(also on AO3)

~*~

Martin: Hey everyone! I know what some of you are thinking right now: it's not Tuesday, why is this episode in my feed? I know significantly more of you are thinking: I don't consistently keep up with podcast releases, how much free time do you think I have, buddy? To answer your queries: this is a bonus episode! We're answering listener questions to clear the air and/or have fun. Also, I don't know, around 20 to 40 minutes a week, as that is the average amount of time per episode? Maybe during your commute? My husband's omnipotence has been gone for five years, we just have to guess at that sort of thing now.

Jon: For legal reasons, that last statement was a joke. In fact, to cover all of our bases, we do not guarantee that any of our responses are genuine.

Martin: Just because we say we'll answer things doesn't mean we'll answer truthfully. Though, honestly, I think we might make it more enjoyable if we do tell the truth. Like, I don't necessarily have a fun lie prepared for our first question from konspiracyking97: "What's their fuckin deal anyway?"

Jon: Is this referring to the oblique references  we've made about being from a parallel reality and only ending up here as a consequence of ending one apocalypse and potentially starting another or the general premise of the show?

Martin: Oh, it's gotta be general premise, yeah?

Jon: In that case, I'm Jon, the other voice you're hearing is Martin, we're married, and we talk about things that are..nice? Good? Usually generally but occasionally rather specifically pleasant.

Martin: That pretty much covers it. It's not a complicated show. Uhh, next question comes from Shane: are either or both of you aliens? Nope!

Jon: Well..

Martin: No. We are 100% human people from Earth, we are under no definition extraterrestrial.

Jon: Eh..

Martin: Okay, first off, I know the tone of that 'eh' and "not fully human" is not synonymous with alien, so even if 100% is being a bit generous, we're still from the same planet as our listeners.

Jon:..

Jon: But. We sort of aren't though. Technically speaking.

Martin: No no no no no. I don't care if it's parallel, Earth is Earth is Earth, regardless of whatever nonsense metaphysics might be occurring.

Jon: So what you're saying is that if you got sucked through a portal and landed on an Earth where dinosaurs were still the predominant species, you wouldn't consider yourself to be an alien?

Martin: Nope!

Jon: I'm certain that they would consider you an alien. All of their mammals are probably shrew sized.

Martin: Sounds like a them problem.

Jon: Sounds like a-?! You know what, no, this will be an off the record debate, for now, I suppose I concede that the two Earths and our physiologies are similar enough that we might, maybe, not count as aliens.

Martin: Thank you. Anyway, our next question is from anonymous, and asks, "Is all of this an ARG?"

Jon: A whomst?

Martin: Alternate reality game. It's a method of storytelling that's interactive with audience, and usually has, I dunno, a certain suspension of disbelief to it where it pretends to be something actually happening in the real world until a dramatic reveal. A lot times it was used as a marketing gimmick, but others have done it just for fun. I can show you some examples after the show?

Jon: So it's in essence a more involved creepypasta?

Martin, delighted: Aw, babe, I'm never going to have a handle on what pop culture you are and aren't aware of, huh?

Jon: We were born within a year of each other, and I've told you that I was a deeply morbid teenager, you should probably be able to intuit some of things, love.

Martin: This coming from a man who has yet to see "It's a Wonderful Life", but has seen every film in the "Banjo Cannibals" franchise, including the Easter special. Jesus doesn't exist in the Banjo Cannibals universe, why does it have an Easter special?

Jon: The movies are rather shoddily translated from Russian, so I'm fairly certain the Easter component of that special was invented wholesale in the English version.

Martin: You say that like it answers more questions than it raises.

Jon: Yes, because it does. Oh, and to answer anonymous's question, no, this isn't an ARG. From my understanding of it, if it were, it'd be a poorly constructed one, as there's no real game element to any of this.

Martin: Hmm. Well, sometimes the game component is just trying to figure out what's going on with the story, or if there's any deeper content, and people are definitely doing that with this show.

Jon: That's not by design though. It's more a side effect of us having poor brain to mouth filters, I'd say.

Martin: Harsh, but fair. Oh, this next one is from Zac, no K, who asks, "Are you two actually even married?"

Jon, flat: We are, but it's under false names because this whole thing is an elaborate insurance scam.

Jon, incredulous: Yes, obviously, we're married. What did you hear in this podcast that would make you wonder otherwise, and how do we rectify it?

Martin: Clearly we need to up our quota for how "disgustingly in love" and "horrifically sappy" we are per episode. Which segues nicely into the next question from Gwen, "What's your favourite wonderful thing you've brought so far?" My answer: my husband. He's kind of my favourite in most things, you know?

Jon: Boooooo

Martin: Why, what's your favourite thing?

[Jon reluctantly sighs]

Jon, indulgent: being married.

Martin: A: serves you right for trying to pretend you're the less horrifically sappy and romantic one even though earlier today someone put a love note in the lunch they packed for me-

Jon:- Lies and slander! I have never, in my life, done that, even once.

Martin: Oh, sure, not even once. And you definitely don't reserve the lilac sticky notes specifically for my lunches because you know I like the colour. 

Jon: I..I don't.. you're rather ruining my image here.

[Martin snorts]

Martin: Can't have the audience think that you are, on occasion, an incredibly doting husband-

Jon: -A title I would argue we both share-

Martin: - which is obviously why, even with it being your favourite thing you've brought, being married to me is just a small wonder-

Jon, audibly rolling his eyes: As I already explained-

[A Pause}

Jon: Actually, you're right-

Martin: Wait-

Jon:- I really should have brought it as a larger wonder-

Martin: Wait-

Jon: though I should warn you, I think I'd have far too much material for just one little segment-

Martin: No no no no no-

Jon:- In fact, I think I might have too much material for just one little episode-

Martin: Joo-oon-

Jon: I might have to do a whole series! Where would I even start? I mean I could talk about how every day I get to watch the early morning sun highlight your curls when I get up first, or hear you quietly humming and shuffling around the kitchen when you do, or I could talk about how the lunch notes only started in the first place as retaliation to the notes you would leave on the mirror for me to find, or how every time I get to see you at ease in a way that you aren't with anyone else, it takes my breath away, or I could talk about how cute I find the lines between your eyebrows that you only get when you're thinking something petty, but you know it's petty so you don't want to say anything-

Martin: Okay, okay, Christ, I give !up I surrender, and will cease my teasing on this particular topic.

Jon, probably making the :3 face: You don't have to stop. I mean, I could also discuss how very, very attractive I find your voice when it takes on a teasi-mmph!

[There's a pleased hum, then a pause.]

[The audio quality is slightly changed, as if the recording has been stopped and then started later]

Martin, giddy: Uh, heh, anyway, Eric asked what the least favourite thing we've brought was, and because of Jon's attempt to embarrass me live-

Jon, overlapping: It's definitely not live-

Martin:- on air, I'm gonna say it's my husband.

[Jon scoffs]

Jon : If the past few minutes are any sort of indication, I'm going to go ahead and saying that you are lying.

Martin, sighing contentedly: Maybe a bit, but how was I supposed to resist when your indigance gives you that adorable little nose scrunch? In reality, my least favourite thing was probably, um, mini golf? Which, I still don't think is inherently bad, definitely superior to regular golf, but when it's the only thing a next door two year old wants to do with you, the charm begins to wear off a bit.

Jon: Wow. A rather scathing review of a toddler.

Martin: Not so much a scathing review of a toddler as it's a scathing review of minigolf's inability to keep its appeal after the third time in the same week.

Jon: Mmm, the sound effects rather quickly go from part of the atmosphere to part of the irritation, don't they?

Martin: So what's your least favorite thing we've covered here?

Jon: Oh, love, I'm not going to pretend to have nearly enough memory of what we've covered so far to have a least favorite.

Martin: Really? Nothing that you regret or rescind?

Jon: Well, regret, certainly. It was one of the weeks where you went first, and your second item was mutual aid funds, and what they can do for marginalized communities, and I had to follow it with fucking Slapchop.

Martin, poorly suppressing laughter: In your defence, Slapchop, or whatever offbrand we have, is pretty useful, especially when either your scar or my arthritis is acting up.

Jon: I'm still not convinced you didn't somehow see my notes for the recording and decided you get revenge for the first year that we knew each other.

Martin, no longer suppressing his laughter: Yep, you got me! This marriage wasn't an act of insurance fraud, but it was a near decade long con to humiliate you on a podcast that about twenty people listen to. I'll draft up the divorce papers immediately, and then we can finally go our separate ways. 

Jon: I'm glad you've at last admitted it. Such a weight off of my shoulders. Goodbye forever then.

Martin: Right.

Jon: Right.

[A beat.]

[There's a pfft from one of them, before both dissolve into giggles that lasts a good 30 seconds.]

Martin, slightly out of breath: I can't believe we're the kind of people that talk this much about speciality kitchen gadgets.

Jon: Sorry about that.

Martin: God, don't apologize. I'm, like, deliriously happy with our varying degrees of useful cooking ware filled life. If you had told 25 year old me that one day he'd be debating the merits of getting a tortilla press with his husband, he'd have wept, I tell you.

Jon: Funny, if you told 25 year old me the same thing, he would've said "You don't know the future,piss off" and then quietly have a bit of a panic at 3 am that night.

Martin: I bet you were insufferable in your mid-twenties.

Jon: First of all, who isn't, secondly, I was fresh out of Oxford, and third, I was insufferable in my late twenties, as you can attest to, and I'm insufferable now, as you can further attest to, so extrapolation would indicate that, yes, I was insufferable back then.

Martin: Probably a different kind of insufferable, though.

Jon: There are different kinds?

Martin: Of course! You used to be "prick boss" insufferable and now you're "smug in a way that I can't admit I find hot or it will go straight to your head" insufferable.

Jon, in the aforementioned smug tone: Oh, really?

Martin: See, see! Straight to your head.

Jon: Well straight is probably the wrong descriptor-

Martin: Oof, 4 out of 10 joke, babe.

Jon: That would be a far more convincing rating if you weren't grinning right now.

Martin: It's a genuine review, I'm just well known to be a sucker.

Jon: You and me both, darling.

Martin: Okay, if you're pulling out darling, you're clearly in too giddy of a mood to be focused on recording. Last question, from Jess, "You two mentioned meeting at work, but how did you actually end up together?" That's easy, Jon pulled me out of a hell dimension and then we went on the lam together to Scotland.

Jon: If that's not the way to tell a cute boy you like him, I don't know what is.

Martin: All right, that wraps up this bonus episode, and as the old saying goes, hiding from murderers in a cottage is more conducive to romance than suggesting you gouge out your eyes together.

Jon, cut off: Hey-!

[starsbegantofall]

Gown, hat, undergarments: made by myself using the American Duchess book and matching Simplicity pattern (8579 and 8578) Necklace, ring:  tinypasserinecreations Other rings: Liz Lisa, Bisoulovely Earrings: handmade by me Hair accessories, socks: offbrand Shoes: Innocent World This is my first ever historically accurate costume (my hanfu are more guzhang and thus not accurate), I decided to make it as my pandemic project earlier this year and finally finished 7 months later. I had trouble sourcing the correct silk because of the pandemmy and ended up using synthetic taffeta that looks and sounds like a trashbag. Unlike what those historical costumers say, stays (corsets) are uncomfortable and not easy to move around in, and the gown is absolutely not stable when worn the way they did in the past, with pins jabbing in through your undergarments and into the flesh. But the historical costumers are correct in that finally wearing something you created with your own blood and sweat and tears is the most incredible and rewarding feeling and you feel like a princess and an Olympian and the most interesting man in the world all in one. I spent like a hundred hours making this dress, 50 hours sewing and 50 hours crying. Even if this never gets any notes, I still am proud of myself and learned a lot and no centralized social media platform algorithm can take that away from me.

Stay tuned for more photos. (Maybe, if I ever get someone to take photos of me in the virus-infected outside lol)

Once again, this is a wearable practice dress. Because I am not able to get the silk fabric I hoped for but still wanted to finish before we start the third year of the pandemic, I just bought cheap taffetta and brocade from ebay and Etsy that was already embellished and looked a little more unique.  I would not choose this particular color combination for a historical dress, but it worked out in the end, the black decorated taffeta hid my mistakes and crappy handsewing, the pink floral brocade was a lucky match to the necklace that did not match any of my other dresses because my computer screen tricked me lol.

I don’t consider myself a costumer as I am focused on cosplay and j-fashion, also I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to go to the Versailles ball and thus I don’t want to spend time and my own blood making a silk gown just to sit in my closet. But on the other hand, life is short and full of highly infectious virus, why not wear a Marie Antoinette gown around the house to watch television and eat macarons to go?

(also on Insta https://www.instagram.com/p/CWkb6D2LOxo/)

[givenhell]

hiiii i’m kv, he/they, est! this is.. yves ...... be gentle with them ..... like this post or dm me for plotting!! you can also contact me on discord @ woozi#1122.

𓏲  ՞  ˖  🍀  𓂃  kim  younghoon,  agender,  they/them.  have  you  seen  yves  hwang  around  town?  they  can  often  be  found  at  the  bookstore,  &  you’ll  be  able  to  recognize  them  by  their  emo  looking  red  fringe.  the  23  year  old  is  a  barista  at  the  brew  commune  and  has  been  residing  in  solaris  for  their  whole  life.  the  scorpio  often  reminds  the  residents  of  dim  lights,  late  nights  spent  mindlessly  flipping  between  apps,  and  broken  glasses  frames.

AESTHETICS     :     bloody  noses  ,  calloused  fingers  ,  lost  guitar  picks  ,  torn  up  and  crumpled  notebook  paper  missing  the  toss  into  the  trashcan  ,  hands  stained  red  with  hair  dye  ,  longing  gazes  towards  the  fender  in  the  window  of  the  music  shop  ,  the  scent  of  coffee  clinging  to  skin  ,  nails  bitten  jagged  ,  eerie  silence  filled  only  with  the  sound  of  hysteric  breathing  at  three  in  the  morning  ,  a  homecooked  meal  made  following  a  recipe  written  on  an  index  card  yellowed  with  age  ,  calling  a  phone  number  that  doesn’t  belong  to  them  anymore  out  of  habit  and  being  met  with  the  voice  of  a  stranger.

STATISTICS     :

full name - yves hwang.

age - twenty three.

birthday & time & place - october 3rd, 1997. 00:15. solaris, france.

gender - agender.

pronouns - they/them.

sexuality - bisexual.

occupation - barista, sometimes does commission work (mostly arranging music, a little bit of production), trying to get music gigs but shit’s hard.

education - dropped out of university, was studying music.

hair color - dyed red.

height - 6′0.

piercings - dual lobe piercings on both ears.

tattoos - small bluebird on forearm.

hobbies - guitar, lyric writing, composing, sleeping, cooking, a little bit of piano and violin.

BACKSTORY     :     trigger  warnings  for  parental  death  ,  missing  children  /  kidnapping  ,  and  terminal  illness.

celine  and  christophe  hwang  welcome  their  first  child  ,  yves  ,  to  the  world  fifteen  minutes  into  october  third  1997.  the  couple  is  elated  ,  who  wouldn’t  be  ,  holding  a  miracle  in  their  arms     ?  

yves  meets  their  siblings  three  years  later  ,  when  the  twins  are  born  ,  and  they  adore  the  two  of  them.  in  the  hospital  ,  they  get  a  sticker  that  says     ‘     i’m  an  older  sibling     !     ’     and  refuse  to  take  it  off  of  their  shirt  for  the  next  week.

they  take  after  celine  ,   enraptured  by  the  way  her  fingers  float  across  the  keys  of  every  piano  she  sees.  she’s  kind  in  a  way  that  happens  rarely  ,  love  clear  in  the  sparkle  of  her  eyes  and  her  honey  soaked  words.    

when  yves  is  only  ten  years  old  ,  celine  comes  home  from  the  doctor’s  office  with  a  diagnosis  that  the  hwang  children  hardly  understand.  she’s  bedridden  for  too  long  ,  and  passes  away  surrounded  by  her  family  when  yves  is  thirteen.

they  were  already  helping  out  around  the  house  as  much  as  they  could  for  the  past  few  years  ,  along  with  the  twins  ,  but  after  her  passing  they  don’t  give  themself  more  than  a  few  days  to  grieve.  after  all  ,  the  house  has  to  keep  running  somehow.  yves  helps  their  dad  onto  his  feet  again  ,  reassures  him  that  they’ll take  care  of  the  twins  when  they’re  home  from  school  and  he’s  still  at  work.  as  much  as  they’d  like  to  convince  themself  that  they’re  fine  and  don’t  need  help  ,  they  struggle  falling  asleep  for  months  and  cry  every time  they  hear  la  cathédral  engloutie.  the  years  pass  and  they  will  themself  to  be  stronger  ,  they  cook  her  favorite  meals  and  pick  up  the  guitar.  at  least  they’re  comfortable  with  the  fact  that  she’s  proud  of  them  ,  wherever  she  is.

when  they  were  sixteen  ,  everything was fine.  finally  ,  everything  was  as  normal  as  it  could  be.  they’re  home  from  school  early  ,  romi  is  at  an  after  school  activity  while  they  dropped  her  twin  at  soccer  practice.  yves  is  supposed  to  be  watching  him  ,  making  sure  he  doesn’t  get  hurt  ,  but  they’re  a  teenager  ,  they  want  to  fool  around  and  feel  the  air  in  their  lungs  before  adulthood  strikes.  they  go  to  pick  up  their  brother  ,  only  he’s  nowhere  to  be  found.  yeah  ,  they  got  a  few  minutes  late  ,  but  he’s  always  there. always.  panicked  ,  they  go  to  pick  up  romi  ,  make  sure  she’s  okay  ,  and  call  the  cops  before  calling  their  dad.  the  investigation  lasts  a  year  before  everyone  gives  up.  yves  blames  themself  ,  and  from  what  they  overhear  from  their  father’s  room  one  night  in  between  heaving  sobs  no  child  should  hear  from  their  parent  ,  a  part  of  him  blames  them  too.  of  course  ,  that’s  all  chalked  up  to  pain  ,  he  doesn’t  mean  that  ,  but  yves  heard  enough.

they  go  to  three  therapy  sessions.  in  each  one  ,  they  sit  in  silence  ,  eyes  devoid  of  light.  yves  doesn’t  show  for  the  fourth  or  the  fifth  or  the  sixth  ,  throwing  themself  into  music  and  college  applications.

they’re  nineteen  and  in  a  big  city  for  the  first  time  ,  alone  and  free  and  everything  is  fine  as  they  work  towards  a  degree  in  music.  except  for  when  it  isn’t.  they  get  a  phone  call  saying  that  their  father  ,  civil  servant  ,  is  in  police  custody  for  embezzlement.  it  doesn’t  take  two  beats  for  them  to  pack  their  bags  and  move  back  to  care  for  romi.  she’s  only  sixteen  after  all  ,  and  it’s  just  the  two  of  them.

yves  is  twenty  three  and  feels  empty  navigating  adult  life.  every  day  is  just  that  —  another  day.  survive. survive. survive.

PERSONALITY  &  HEADCANONS     :    

they’re  very  bitter  ,  quiet  ,  blunt  ,  stubborn.  on  the  other  hand  ,  to  people  they  like  ,  they  can  be  caring  to  an  almost  overwhelming  amount.  they  keep  everyone  at  arms  length  ,  but  to  those  that  manage  to  melt  the  ice  around  their  heart  ,  they’re  overbearing.  always  checking  in  on  how  they’re  doing  ,  making  them  food  ,  etc. yves  also  has  a  tendency  to  put  other  people  before  them  to  an  almost  unhealthy  extent.  they’ll  drive  themself  to  the  point  of  illness  if  it  means  everyone  else  is  fine  ,  and  god  forbid  someone  else  tries  to  take  care  of  them.

their  few  joys  are  music  and  books.  more  often  than  not  ,  if  they’re  sitting  alone  ,  it’s  either  with  their  journal  in  hand  filled  with  lyrics  or  a  new  book.

not  once  to  initiate  conversation  ,  but  once  you  get  them  talking... well... good  luck  charlie

wears glasses... haha nerd... prefers  contacts  though

loves  cooking  from  their  mom’s  old  recipes 

black  +  red  are  their  favorite  colors

always  has  headphones  in.  even  when  they’re  working  they  have  an  offbrand  airpod  in  one  ear.  was  that  kid  that  wore  sweatshirts  in  school  and  sneaked  headphone  wires  up  the  sleeves  so  they  could  hold  the  bud  in  their  hand  and  lean  the  side  of  their  head  into  their  hand

CONNECTIONS     :     please  give  them  a  band  it  would  be  this  small  group  3-4  people  ,  he  can  sing  &  play  guitar  so  a  drummer  &  bassist  is  needed  but  a  lead  singer  would  be  good  too.  confidant  they’re  difficult  to  open  up  ,  so  probably  someone  that  they’ve  known  for  at  least  a  few  years.  childhood  friends  that  grew  apart.  highschool  exes.  fwb.  good/bad  influence.  coworkers.  someone  who  tells  them  to  stop  being  an  emo  piece  of  shit.  ???????????????? idfk.

[koohiss]

30 years since the last critically acclaimed movie, but only like, 50 or 10 since the last one, depending on how time works, skywalkers are fucking shit up in the galaxy once more...

Luke’s gone, Leia’s still a badass, the heavy metal empire has been replaced with the emo-lite first order, just as much nazi garbage and none of the impressive capes. Instead they have a giant toddler who stomps around and eats shit on a regular basis and jerks off to his grandpa’s dead face, probably. Fucking weeb. This pilot, Poe, who I honestly don’t feel much of a connection to, sorry, is trying to get this old man to give him a map to Luke so he can come kick ass. But the douchelord Kellog’s Frosted Fuckup shows up and shoots everyone, bc uncle issues or something. poe gets captured, but shoves the map into his magic 8 ball, which escapes and finds a random superhuman jedi lady of amazingly ironic ancestry in the middle of, you guessed it, a desert. She’s Rey, and to quote some ghost guy who once got gutted inside a palace’s weird power dungeon murder hole, she’s probably maybe might be the chosen one for real this time, I swear to the force it’s for real this time yoda. Then, this amazeballs stormtrooper, Finn, has morals and courage and heart and all the things they wanted in wizard of oz, and is like, fuck this nazi shit, I’m out, and helps poe escape. Sadly, they crash, and poe apparently dies but really leaves finn to die in a plothole of a scene that someone in the writers room should be really embarassed over. Finn meets rey, and it’s love at first “oh shit”. It’s all meet cute/meet thief for a second, and then shit starts blowing up sideways, there was hand holding and running and “follow me”s and then the girl in white and the guy with the leather jacket get on the falcon and leave the desert planet. Classic. Speaking of classic, being the collector’s machinery that she is, the falcon breaks down and they get caught in a tractor beam of a larger ship, which conveniently Han and Chewie are on. Two gangs show up, the giant squid-tribbles escape, scooby doo mayhem ensues. They get away in the falcon and nope the fuck out. Spooky the gollum wannabe teases Kyle about Han and he acts like a pissbaby, says it’s nothing. Oh, and I guess he surprises everyone because somehow this giant moronic imbecile incompetent failure came from the pure glorious happy love of han and leia. Fuck you jar jar abrams. Fuck you in the eye. With a lensflare. This bullshit. The gang checks the map and realize it’s borked, Han gives the lowdown on “it’s real” and also that some sick asswipe death-murdered the jedi like some moron trilby with anger management issues because his mom cancelled his xbox live account because he wasn’t getting good enough grades at jedi academy due to playing the sith campaign of some shitty remade SW game with a pretty decent plot that every teen boy over analyzes and gets the wrong take away from. Anyways, they go to Takodana and Maz’s epic castle that was never fully explained. For some reason they need her to find the resistance for them, which I’m like, just have Han wave at a holocam for like, 2 seconds and you will find literally almost everyone except luke because he’s pouting over history repeating itself. So naturally while they are all chilling at the castle, the party splits bc Finn is scared and Rey is gonna go home and Han is just like, eyes roll emoji. Who knows where chewie went, they act like he isn’t a character or something. But twist, the big ol space nazis find them. Rey finds a lightsaber (prolly just a family heirloom or smth, nbd) and bolts after having visions of all these epics ass movies and shit. My beloved young padawan super duper force sensitive jedi in training Finn is given the lightsaber, bc even Maz can tell that those two are always gonna watch out for each other and are obvs soulmates and he’s the best bet to get it to Rey, the inheriting granddaughter. (also, didn’t a bunch of little kids get murdered with that at least once, possibly twice???) As they leave, death star 3 and with a much lamer name but really cool lore blows the everloving shit out of coruscant 2.0, killing a few more characters that I was probably more interested in than Kyle’s boring weepy “my parents dont’ accept me for being an edgelord” lame ass backstory. Then the TIE fighters try to wreck my fave dudes with some weak sauce army, but then that same ace pilot who apparently left finn to fucking die, nbd, true love amirite? brings the party to them in an epic callback with improved graphics. Meanwhile, that boring infant Ronald mcdumbass over here shows up and after a let down of a fight (c’mon rey, shoot him!) kidnaps his cousin. Gets all creepy and makes teenagers with poor romance comprehension (not their fault, imo) think it’s love and come up with all this bullshit as to why they aren’t cousins. Sigh. But Rey, light of my life, is stronger than this woobie weeb, and she makes him have to run back to the safety of his darth vader body pillow, while she up and obi wans her way out of this bitch. The theme-swapped leto-joker looking vastly subpar offbrand trashcan may have padme’s hair, but rey has her climb up random shit abilities, which go a lot farther honestly. (they both have her hit and miss fashion taste so at least there’s that in common you goddamned r/los that’s all i will give you) Mr. Hotshot takes everyone back to Resistance HQ and conveniently brings the drama too, since he followed teeny!leias footsteps and lead a superweapon to the not-so-secret-anymore base. Everyone scrambles, finn kinda sorta maybe lies through his teeth a little so he can rescue rey, leia guilts han because apparently no (coughdudecough) director can write a conflicted and damaged woman who also happens to be strong without making her completely subsume to whichever half of the dichotomy is needed for the current scene… They go to death star 3 and prepare to fuck shit up. Specifically by doing things that have never been done before with no guarantee they will survive and sassing each other mercilessly. My babies. They find rey off being her badass self, and then right at the point where everything has to go to shit to make the third act interesting, some motherfucking emo up and kills my geriatric fave. Fuck you, marilyn manson. Fuck you. Chewie takes the logical next step and blows his fucking guts out with a laser crossbow bolt, AND blows the fucking guts out of his fanboy cosplay of the death star, because fuck you that’s why. So that’s how the dramatic “ur up past curfew” conversation goes, because I can never have nice things, no the precious goth boy has to live, apparently my needs aren’t important to multi-trillion dollar entertainment corporations, whatever. The absolute wrench fucker chases my beautiful darlings around the currently imploding fucking doom orb of stupid, and they waste his ass with amazing shows of jedi prowess. Finn fights him first and the bastard cheats with his fucking laser butterfly knife like an ass, and precious finn who has never trained a day in his life for this bullshit can only hold on so long before the cheating bastard takes him down. Then rey, pillar of light and all that is good, curbstomps his ass with the prowling predator walk of her father and grandfather before her. Suck it, ron. She’s the chosen one, bitch. Anyways, so I guess the bombs let fly boy (only) get inside and pew pew up the place enough that it rejoined it’s godforsaken stop-building-death-moons-they-don-t-work ancestors. Old ghastly jazzhands on the demon projector asks the weasley kid to go pick up kyle’s raggedy strung out ass, like I fucking care at this point. Everybody goes home (AKA chewie saves all of your asses because even if you ignore him he’s still a cool dude like that) and they totally gloss over the deaths of characters I care about to give us this arbitrary fucking scene of the golden cock block and ir3cutesty5u the soccerball annoying r2, who magically wakes up and magically doesn’t nuke their inferior asses and instead gives them the stupid fucking map, why do you even need a fucking map, all you need is coordinates, jesus christ it’s space, you can just plug the fucking three axis code into the computer and float ur ass over why is there a goddamn treasure map to safeway just use the damn gps good god. It’s space. With infinite wifi. Rey and chewie go to this bird shit covered island and find luke sulking, probably about getting bird shit on his suede jedi boots or losing his best friend and failing his nephew and sister and and the entire galaxy or something like that and then the movie ends

[resmarted]

welcome back, please take your rightful spot in my arms, they’re nice and warm just for you. are you bored of me? do you think it’s crazy i haven’t given up at this point? i can’t help it, you’re such a stupid heartbreaker with that face and that body and those hands that can shatter the universe. do you suppose we are merely two ships passing, or rather more accurately, one ship minding its own business and another ship going back and forth like hey there neighbor it’s me again, the other ship! i am afraid the world will end before i get to touch your hand again, and it’s crumbling so fast who knows what will be left of us after the ruins. i live in a city that will be completely underwater within our lifetime, or you know a lifetime given to the average joe not being constantly faced with the third and final world war up ahead. for years now i’ve pledged to become big enough and good enough and that we would live a life free of financial worry, and here i still am painting this pretty rainbow and sunset and happy trees only to burn them over and over again and hey, do you wanna smoke some with me? can i fondle your titties i mean breasts and thighs and can you just sign this waiver of consent first because i need to cover all my bases before you finally fall madly in love with me, or at least give me a chance. i keep reliving it in my head, like why couldn’t i have just run after you the moment you looked at me. and it wasn’t even just a random look either, it was that deliberate baby brat stare with the smirk and why didn’t i just run to you then? why was i letting matt from connecticut tell me about which netflix comedian he thinks i would like? i should have run after you and carried your stupid giant gear and been like guys, i forgot to buy all the shirts and also what are you doing later?? do you want to perform an encore for me personally before during or after a cocktail or twelve? i mean shouldn’t i have been on my a game for my bold all caps own wedding? i wasn’t even on my d game. i suppose i could build an alternate timeline now, but i can’t mend what i did and didn’t do, not even in here. i should let you go, i know this. i know this like a child knows she should stop sucking her thumb or a nervous person biting their nails or a smoker, we all know it’s bad for us, ok? we still want it, though. i still want you. i still want to find a way to make it work, to make life work, and i still want to go on telepathic dates to mars. but i also wanna like, sext like a normal couple and not just in the guise of some avatar version of yourself, which i find incredibly cute btw. maybe i will get accepted into the amazon merch program and get rich off of shirts with cheesy sayings and offbrand licensed images, you never know. maybe i will get a job at burger king i mean the possibilities here are endless. i want you though, that's still like, the ultimate goal. as dumb as that is, especially at this point it's like dude give it ugghhhp. when i'm the new ed hardy you will be begging me to have eight kids with you and exploit them on a reality show as a happy well-adjusted family. yes you will, just wait and see, you little brat. you squeezable, lovable, uncontainable monster of a beauty. i can't tell if i want to tackle you to the ground or make you do the dirty dancing jump into my arms so that you actually tackle me to the ground because i have no upper body strength and in general am just a lazy person with no core, so. i mean the point is that we would be touching and tangled and one of us would be pinned down and i feel like for safety and security reasons it should be me, because what if i slip and crush you while innocently hovering like a werewolf? that would be just awful. what kind of pizza do you like? i love you and i know nothing about you but please, tell me everything. every last little drop.

[peterboumgarden]

Orthodox Pluralist or Benedict Option?

Writing in GQ a number of years back, John Jeremiah Sullivan penned one of my favorite essays on the Christian subculture. Set at the CrossOver Festival in the Lake of the Ozarks, Sullivan’s piece focused on idiosyncrasies in the Christian music scene. The essay is brilliantly constructed from wellhead to burner tip, but I want to focus on a specific part in the middle. This is where Sullivan provides his assessment of the music quality:

The fact that I didn't think I heard a single interesting bar of music from the forty or so acts I caught or overheard at Creation shouldn't be read as a knock on the acts themselves, much less as contempt for the underlying notion of Christians playing rock. These were not Christian bands, you see; these were Christianrock bands. The key to digging this scene lies in that one syllable distinction. Christian rock is a genre that exists to edify and make money off of evangelical Christians. It's message music for listeners who know the message cold, and, what's more, it operates under a perceived responsibility—one the artists embrace—to "reach people." As such, it rewards both obviousness and maximum palatability (the artists would say clarity), which in turn means parasitism. Remember those perfume dispensers they used to have in pharmacies—"If you like Drakkar Noir, you'll love Sexy Musk" Well, Christian rock works like that. Every successful crappy secular group has its Christian offbrand, and that's proper, because culturally speaking, it's supposed to serve as a standing for, not an alternative to or an improvement on, those very groups. In this it succeeds wonderfully. If you think it profoundly sucks, that's because your priorities are not its priorities;

Sullivan’s piece came to mind this last week as I read a number of writers at the New York Times engage with the argument of Rod Dreher’s newest book, The Benedict Option: A Strategy for Christians in a Post-Christian Nation.  At its core, Dreher’s thesis is that if Christians in the West see a deep and destructive misalignment of their worldview with contemporary culture (and they should!), they ought to explore forms of resistance and creative communities set apart from these forces.

Where Dreher sees potential, I fear Christianrock.

But let’s hear him out. What might these forms of community look like, and when does ‘resistance’ make sense? In an astute analysis of the book at Comment, philosopher Jamie Smith quotes the following from Benedict:

In a chapter on employment and work, Dreher takes the commitment to stability in the Benedictine Rule and turns it into a counsel of despair: "We may not (yet) be at the point where Christians are forbidden to buy and sell in general without state approval, but we are on the brink of entire areas of commercial and professional life being off-limits to believers whose consciences will not allow them to burn incense to the gods of our age." These professions, by the way, turn out to be "florists, bakers, and photographers" as well as public school teachers and university professors.

Like Jamie, though perhaps for different reasons, I can’t help but read Dreher and start to feel a bit uncomfortable. At the Times, David Brooks agrees and frames an alternative:  

The right response to the moment is not the Benedict Option, it is Orthodox Pluralism. It is to surrender to some orthodoxy that will overthrow the superficial obsessions of the self and put one’s life in contact with a transcendent ideal. But it is also to reject the notion that that ideal can be easily translated into a pure, homogenized path. It is, on the contrary, to throw oneself more deeply into friendship with complexity, with different believers and atheists, liberals and conservatives, the dissimilar and unalike.

My own wrestling with the tension between a religious worldview and modern culture is deeply personal. I am the son of a midwestern Presbyterian pastor. Much of my youth was spent in the evangelical subculture -- shifting between forms of church and para-church ministry. For college, I went to a school with a conservative bent to theology, though one rooted in a deep belief in the intellectual power of the Christian tradition. Many of my professors believed that their reformed theology implied particular policies in the public square. It is a perspective that has exposed one of its graduates, Betsy Devos, to critique over the last few months. In graduate school at Washington University in St. Louis, my intellectual life continued to evolve. I grew in a desire to pull from my tradition while simultaneously setting it into dialogue with other ways of thinking and seeing the world-- frameworks from empirical social science, evolutionary psychology and biology, and cultural artifacts. And in the “friendship with complexity,” I found companionship. 

The other day, my friend Robert sent me a dialogue between two famed philosophers: Richard Rorty and Nick Wolterstorff. Rorty is the late philosophical pragmatist from Stanford and Wolterstorff a retired reformed epistemologist who spent much of his career at Yale. Taking aim at Rorty’s view that religion is an unhelpful conversation stopper, Wolterstorff reframes an alternative model around the life of Martin Luther King Jr. In King, Wolterstorff finds a man whose viewpoints are deeply informed by faith, but he remains just as conversant across traditions as he is within. In other words, you can’t remove the Christian from King without losing the foundation of his argument; but, nor do you have to leave your alternative assumptions at the door to engage with its essence.

King’s vision is one that I find compelling.

But to see the potential pitfalls of linking worldview to public response, it is helpful to take a step back. Put simply, everyone has a normative view of the world-- an intuitive sense of what is good, true, real, and beautiful. These views are a mix of our cognitive hard wiring towards specific moral responses, as can be seen in the work of Jon Haidt. They are also formed by the cultures we sit within. Some people’s views are shaped within a particular religious community, but perspectives can come from political frameworks like neoliberalism or philosophies like secular humanism. It could even be the “American Sublime” preferred by Rorty. In the end, the key point is that these views rest upon a set of metaphysical assumptions that are not easily amenable to rational argument. As Wolterstorff concludes in step with Rorty, “I view our human condition as such that we must expect the endurance of such fundamental disagreements.”

When it comes to the public square, these “private” views often hold implications for how a society should be ordered. They are endowed with certain value priorities which bear upon its citizens. They imply a set of policies to drive the world toward those ends. Where it becomes interesting is when these views-- whether foundation, or implication-- start to diverge. Two people look at the sexual revolution-- one sees an empowerment of women, another sees the undermining of important societal structures. So, where do these points of tension bubble up?

PROBLEM 1: DIFFERENT START- SHARED CONCLUSION: Let’s say I have a worldview that leads me to understand a specific kind of behavior as morally right. Maybe this is my view of the nuclear family, an understanding of how we should design prisons, or a perspective on privatization of schools and tax breaks for religious institutions. And then I meet you. You start from a very different beginning, but we end up with the same conclusion.  While many might see this as a win, if my worldview is exclusivist, I might start to wonder whether I need to hold my starting perspective at all. Commence existential crisis. 

PROBLEM 2: SAME START: DIFFERENT CONCLUSION: Another point of tension is when two people from a shared worldview reach drastically different views. You can see this in the fragmenting of religious institutions over issues of LGBTQ rights and gay marriage. You and I being in the same tradition, but end up concluding that very different behaviors are justified. Unlike the first problem where I wonder if my foundation is relevant, this crisis is about whether a particular tradition holds enough ambiguity to bear disparate conclusions.

PROBLEM 3: FOUNDATION POLLUTION / DILUTION / SUPPRESSION: The core of the third problem is how to maintain “orthodoxy” in the midst of pluralism-- to borrow from Brook’s language. In this case, I might worry that my worldview will be polluted, diluted, or suppressed by dancing amidst competing perspectives. Sure your view of relationships is shaped by specific sacred texts, but might there a little HBO mixed in there as well?  Worries about “losing the culture war” seem to rest squarely within problem 3. 

PROBLEM 4: FUTURE CONCLUSIONS LOST: Finally, to the extent that unique perspectives on future problems only emerge out of specific worldviews, the third worry is that in losing a distinct tradition we might negate creative responses to future issues. In other words, maybe we need a distinctly Christian, Muslim, Neoliberal, or Secular Humanist response to the singularity. Something might be lost if we don’t have these views weigh in on AI, the driverless car, and healthcare reform. If these views are polluted, then their response might be as well.

Looking over this landscape, there are a number of reasons why I stand more with Brooks than Dreher, aligned more fully with Wolterstorff than Rorty. On the first point, I don’t think a particular community has to hold the sole intellectual foundation for a specific policy for it to be justified. I am a pragmatist in this way. If we start on different paths but end up together, we should be able to celebrate. Specific to the second worry that our traditions will fragment into multiple conclusions, I think this inevitable divergence should give us pause about what we can know with certainty regarding metaphysics. This is not a move into nihilism, but rather a call to engage with big issues with loosened grips on our perspective and an openness to dialogue. And as for the third point, while I can see why we might fear the dilution of our traditions, I would rather aim for MLK cross-pollination than be set apart without an ability to dialogue.

Just the other week, Andrew Sullivan wrote an astute piece at New York Magazine assessing the reaction of Middlebury students to Charles Murray’s impending visit. As Sullivan’s work highlights, it is not only religions that struggle with this kind of open conversation. Speaking of growing intolerance within the academic “intersectionality” movement, Sullivan writes:

It is operating, in Orwell’s words, as a “smelly little orthodoxy,” and it manifests itself, it seems to me, almost as a religion. It posits a classic orthodoxy through which all of human experience is explained — and through which all speech must be filtered. Its version of original sin is the power of some identity groups over others. To overcome this sin, you need first to confess, i.e., “check your privilege,” and subsequently live your life and order your thoughts in a way that keeps this sin at bay. The sin goes so deep into your psyche, especially if you are white or male or straight, that a profound conversion is required.

...

It operates as a religion in one other critical dimension: If you happen to see the world in a different way, if you’re a liberal or libertarian or even, gasp, a conservative, if you believe that a university is a place where any idea, however loathsome, can be debated and refuted, you are not just wrong, you are immoral. If you think that arguments and ideas can have a life independent of “white supremacy,” you are complicit in evil. And you are not just complicit, your heresy is a direct threat to others, and therefore needs to be extinguished. You can’t reason with heresy. You have to ban it. It will contaminate others’ souls, and wound them irreparably.

So we are left with a dilemma. We need our unique perspectives, but we also benefit when they are in real dialogue with others. In contrast to Rorty’s view, I believe our traditions can give us unique insights into reality that might creatively color (versus color-over) what we are able to see. Like a language system whose particular words and grammatical structures enable us to pick up on the unique features of the world around us, so too worldviews enable us to see things that are missed with views that start with different aims. Here is Wolterstorff again, on this very point:

Yes indeed, religion is sometimes a menace to the freedoms of a liberal society. But the full story of how we won the freedoms we presently enjoy would give prominent place to the role of religion in the struggle; the good that religion does is not confined to providing, in Rorty's words, comfort "to those in need or in despair." Has the prominent role of religion in the American civil rights movements already been forgotten? Has its prominent role in the revolutions in South Africa, Poland, Romania, and East Germany already passed into amnesia? Then too, a full and fair narrative would have to give prominent attention to the great murderous secularisms of the twentieth century: Nazism, Communism, nationalism. The truth is that pretty much anything that human beings care deeply about can be a menace to freedom - including, ironically, caring deeply about freedom.

This is not to suggest that these views would not have come about otherwise. It is, however, to highlight that the starting points for these policies and perspectives came from particular worldviews. In this way, I think “intersectionality” should exist just as much as Judaism, Liberal Protestantism, Conservative Evangelicalism, and the American Sublime. But I will hold much stronger to that perspective is I think the views that come out of such starting points are both creative and open to dialogue. You can’t reason with heresy, Sullivan reminds us. Going back to Dreher, I wonder if in being set apart, the list of what counts as heretical grow longer and longer?

And still, I can’t shake my fear of the diminished quality from a world set apart. How close is the Benedict Option to John Jeremiah Sullivan’s experience at the CrossOver Festival? Here, Smith puts it well:

When Dreher encourages "bold" and "entrepreneurial" responses to these realities, the examples sound like a replay of subcultural production—little cottage industries that function as what James Davison Hunter has described as "parallel institutions"—coupled with the tribal admonishment to "buy Christian" (which is why in the United States you see little icthuses on business listings in the Yellow Pages—well, when we used to have Yellow Pages!). Dreher seems to think these are suggestions that are fresh and forward-looking, but a lot of us have already seen this movie. And we know how it ends.

Set apart to create a unique music footprint, an industry creates Christianrock. This should give us all pause.

Maybe in serving only the needs of a particular segment we end up with buttoned-up conclusions, a shift away from dialogue, and a resulting diminishment of quality. Christianrock does not need to be quality, Sullivan argues, in large part because that is not the primary thing the audience is looking for. They are looking for safe. They are looking for good enough. Sullivan concludes with the dagger: “So it's possible—and indeed seems likely—that Christian rock is a musical genre, the only one I can think of, that has excellence proofed itself.”

While we need unique communities and particular traditions to see the world with fresh eyes, we need to be equally concerned about the quality of their vision. We need to pay attention to patterns that make us excellent-proof. If the Benedict Option moves a specific tradition in the direction of a creative and helpful distinctiveness, then it should be celebrated. If it doesn’t, it runs the risk of preaching to a choir that is less and less engaged with any other comparative voice. In the end, I am less optimistic than Dreher that the positive vision will come to be.  For that reason, keep me in the Orthodox Pluralist camp. Let me build “friendship with complexity,” and learn to deal with the risk.

[happ1edt]

Trader!Happie Character Design / Minecraft Sona Design

•made PNGtuber of this character <3

[happ1edt]

OTL!Happie 🚦🥀- Three Lives Designs/ Doodle

the silly third life character….. oh yeah woo yeah

•go watch offbrand third life guys all my friends are funny and awesome

[happ1edt]

Offbrand Third Life illustration WIP 🚦

i’m so normal about that series i was in totally normal of course

[happ1edt]

‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ welcome! ‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹

hello tumblr!! i've put this off for a while but have decided it's time i migrated my works and became active on here!!

introduction 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

I’m happie/sam/sammy! I am currently 19 years old but that does not mean you should be freaky and weird with me or my OC’s (though I will tolerate a good laugh if it’s a joke). I’m going to SCAD (27’) as a sequential arts major at the moment with a soon-to-be storyboarding minor! I’m a multi-fandom artist meaning you may see other illustrations come from me, though primarily I’ll be posting about mcyts (cough cough Smallishbeans) like Life Series creators, or Hermitcraft! I have many various art styles though you will probably see my main illustration style, and my 3am-style which I do separately ^_^. I’m glad to finally be sharing my interests and a community here!

interests 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

☆ trafficSMP / Life Series / Hermitcraft

Arcane

cynthoni / sewerslvt - breakcore + dnb

Minecraft, Roblox, Danganronpa, Touhou, Ultrakill, Little Nightmares, Mouthwashing, Before Your Eyes, BOTC

Mandela Catalogue, Whitepine, Parkour Civ

programs / freq used techniques 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

illustration; Krita, Roblox Spray Paint, Photoshop

Заm style; Krita + Snapchat + Photo-mashing

animation/ videos; Capcut, Davinci Resolve, Krita animation layout

tags / engagement 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

•DDSMP - Tag for the private multiplayer server, Dot Domain, that I, and some other friends of mine that I love dearly, are apart of! I will make art and posts dedicated to this occasionally

•OTL - Offbrand Third Life, a spin-off scuffed version of Grian's original Third Life series a few of my friends and I participated in over a few weeks (and perhaps more to come...)

•1f1t - Old public Minecraft server, 1f1t, I made some of my lore and OCs on. The characters and art are mostly what I use this tag for ^_^

•happ1e - my tag, my art works, my everything (you can use this tag I don’t mind!!)

Shameless plug;

[it will take me quite a while to upload all my older pieces but i’ll eventually catch up, just keep your eyes out for it all]

[mochamartyr]

offbrand third life episode 1 goes live on my youtube channel tomorrow at 3pm est!