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bengiyo · 2 years ago

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The Eighth Sense Eps 9 & 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

So we’ve come to the end of the road with this show. I’m sure, like I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You The Moon, this one will stick with me. It’s been a fun ride, and I’ve enjoyed meeting new people because of it.

Last time, we processed the aftermath of Ji Hyun’s near-death experience on the ill-advised surfing trip. The seniors from the surfing club were absolutely horrible about it, and were completely insensitive. Jae Won has retreated completely within himself and is barely interacting with anyone, except to beat Tae-hyung’s ass for talking shit about Ji Hyun.

Meanwhile, Ji Hyun is absolutely radiant after recovering and is in his confident era. He’s handing out L’s left and right. No one is safe! Jae Won has been avoiding Ji Hyun, but Ji Hyun came through for him in the disciplinary hearing and handed Tae-hyung yet another petty defeat. Ji Hyun then forced Jae Won to talk to him, only for Jae Won to disappoint all of us for trying to shove Ji Hyun away.

Episode 9

I am glad this therapist is being direct with Jae Won. I don’t know if that’s proper or not, but he needs to have his head yanked out of his ass on this.

I’m glad Ji Hyun has friends to talk with. They’re also forcing him to see beyond himself and interrogate why Jae Won is being so weird. They even came up with a plan of action!

For Yoon Won’s sake, I hope they manage to save the surf club.

Jae Won’s tired eyes are making me feel exhausted too. I love Ji Hyun’s determination to comfort, even if Jae Won instinctively pulls back at first.

I get Yoon Won trying to save the surfing club as something she can accomplish. Unfortunately, Ji Hyun and Jae Won are not going to out themselves to the university. Still, I’m glad Jae Won isn’t so out of it that he can’t comfort this friend.

Eun Ji declared war on Ji Hyun and came to win. Making out with Jae Won in front of Ji Hyun is a bold strategy. Let’s see how it pays off for her.

I’m deeming Eun Ji only partially successful. She may have driven a wedge further between our leads, but she did not succeed at getting Jae Won in bed. Jae Won sent her home so he could yearn outside of the bar Ji Hyun works at. A victory for the homos.

I am back to being a Joon Pyo fan. He’s been working overtime to keep Ji Hyun’s life intact and is still out here locating secret Instagram accounts.

I liked the time passage montage of Jae Won at school, though I don’t know why he’s showing more signs of life.

The camera gift along with the sketch was so touching.

Eun Ji is a liar who lies, and I’m proud of Jae Won for crushing her.

I love the Boss. Jae Won needs a firm kick to get out of his own head sometimes, and I love her straightforward nature.

I’m so glad a radio song request gets to play a role in this story. Hilariously, they chose Conan Gray’s “The Story,” which, I am too polite on Tumblr to elaborate on further.

This isn’t a Japanese BL, so Jae Won isn’t going to run across the city, but we know where he’s going.

Okay! They just went for it with that kiss! Love the enthusiasm, boys!

Episode 10 (Finale)

I always lose it a little bit for yin and yang imagery with the boys. So glad these two finally spent a comfortable night together.

Of course Jae Won left without a message and has his phone off.

Oh good, he was just with Joon Pyo. We should definitely take Joon Pyo out clubbing. He’s done enough for us at this point.

Oh, the classic tropes! Love when the older boy puts his jacket on the love interest.

I’m happy, too! This is the final episode and we’ve been in angst for three previous ones! We are going to make it clear! We are dating! This is new!

Great, the phone is ringing. Time to spoil the moment.

Whew, never mind. Yoon Won might be getting a job and the surfing club is active again.

I love gay people. “Admit you joined the surf club for me.” “Oh yeah? Admit you had a lighter the whole time.”

Ae Ri. She gets a plate.

Whyy are Eun Ji and Tae Hyung at this party??

Male friendships are so embarrassing sometimes. Petty threats into stilted apologies into something strangely earnest. Men were definitely involved in the writing of this project.

I’m glad Ae Ri will keep teasing Ji Hyun.

Bit Na handed Tae Hyung one more loss before the end. Good.

That’s right Yoon Won. Jae Won needs to know his true friends support his love life.

We chatted a bit about the forgiveness in the clown server, and I will say that I don’t mind Jae Won forgiving Tae Hyung and Eun Ji. It provides closure for all of them, and he can focus on the people that matter in his life now. Besides, celebrations are a chance to let go of things.

GOOD FOR YOON WON AND JOON PYO! GET. IT. IN.

I do like them having the question about who knows and who is allowed to know.

TIME FOR JI HYUN TO GLOAT TO EUN JI!

Look at Eun Ji also trying to be a proper senior for once. I still think she should apologize to Ae Ri, but we can’t get everything.

“Don’t just treat me as cute. You don’t know what’s coming.” YES INDEED, BABY BOY!!

Final Verdict: 9.5, Highly Recommended. This was a fantastic collaboration between a German director and Korean director. I think everyone gives incredibly accessible performances that convey the complex ideas within the story. Much is allowed to be shown rather than said, and conversations unfold naturally. I also think this show captured the experience gap between graduating seniors and freshmen really well. This show brought out a lot of familiar feelings for me in a gentle way. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve seen this year.

#The Eighth Sense #korean bl #bl series #lgbt tv #Ben watches

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zucchinimalfoy · 1 year ago

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I have just watched some of the most heartbreaking, horrific videos of Palestinian people finding out their family has died. One was a young mother, her two children were martyred and her cries will forever remain imprinted in my brain.

People would say to me ‘just skip past them’ or ‘why do you watch them? you’re only making yourself upset’ and they are the same people who will repost one sympathy post on their Instagram because everyone else is doing it.

But there’s a reason to watch those videos.

It’s because I never want to be desensitised. I want to feel that pain, that anger, that grief for people I never knew, mourn the lives of those who I’ve never heard of. I want to remember them.

Remember every single Palestinian life.

And I always think to myself, as I wipe away another fallen tear, that the pain I feel, as a stranger thousands of miles away, sitting comfortably in my room that I never fear will collapse in on me at any moment, the pain I feel is not even an ounce of the mothers and fathers and aunties and uncles and grandparents and children who have lost their family.

It makes me fucking sick to see the propaganda used against these people. I’m so fucking sick of the same question that’s always asked; Do you condemn Hamas?

No. I don’t. Happy? Is that the answer you want to hear? That I support what they’re doing?

Every child that has died is a tragedy. Every life lost at that music festival is a tragedy. But, Hamas aren’t the ones attacking here. They’re defending. They are the ones fighting back. israel has been the oppressors, the settlers, and the murderers. The lies and propaganda they spread around is sickening, to the point where CNN reporters lie in ditches in ‘israel’ to make it seem like they’re under attack, yet there’s people literally cycling by them like it’s a normal day.

To the point where israeli influencers post bullshit like ‘day in the life: we’re at war edition’ and shows her bitch ass making gluten free bread for the IDF because *gasp* they ran out! But there’s Palestinians who are carrying their dead children’s remains in plastic bags, who are storing bodies in ice cream trucks because there’s simply no more space.

Open your fucking eyes.

I went to a protest today, and I protested right outside of my university. And I felt guilty.

Why? Because I was scared someone would see me and I would get kicked out. And I hate myself for thinking of such stupid, trivial things like where I’m going to get my degree from when the Palestinians are wondering where they’re going to get their next sip of water.

I’ve come to the realisation that I seriously don’t give a fuck anymore. Kick me out of uni, arrest me, block my social media, never employ me.

I. Don’t. Care.

I will do anything and everything for the freedom of Palestine.

It’s Free Palestine until Palestine is Free. 🇵🇸

#palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #freepalastine🇵🇸#end apartheid #palestinians #is not real #it’s free palestine until palestine is free #islam #muslim #i stand with palestine #end genocide #end settler colonialism #end ethnic cleansing #free palestine until its backwards #filistin 🇵🇸#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#فلسطين 🇵🇸#free palestine 🇵🇸

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bllsbailey · 26 days ago

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Government Overreach Run Amok: NY State Kills Peanut the Squirrel

I admit it; I’ve grown especially fond of squirrels. They’re devious little brats, as they should be because they’re just trying to survive in a Charles Darwin world of survival.

I have a bunch of them in my yard, and they are absolutely ingenious at stealing the bird food that I’ve set up for my feathered friends—they eventually figure out almost any device or measure I put out to stop them. (I finally found one that works: a reverse cone set up on the bird feeder that prevents them from jumping up on it. Thank me later.)

But don't tell that to the odious bureaucrats in Gov. Kathy Hochul's New York. They felt the need to take out Peanut:

Squirrels have earned my hard-earned respect, and when I open my office door in the morning as I get to work, and they're outside in the yard giving me that little cute-eyed stare, I'm man enough to admit that I’m kinda touched.

It is understood that, for some, squirrels are pests and must be eliminated. I get it—I had family members back in the day who lived in Wyoming, and although the myriad gophers, or "picket pins" as we used to call them, were cute, they were negatively contributing to the situation and had to be taken out.

So we did what needed to be done, and we took care of that. Sometimes reality is hard.

But was there any need for NY State to step in and kill this guy’s pet? You be the judge:

Peanut the Squirrel, of internet fame, has been euthanized after the pet was seized by New York state earlier this week, according to the Department of Environmental Conservation. The seven-year-old gray rescue squirrel, commonly referred to as “P’Nut” on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok, was put to death, along with Fred the raccoon, so that the animals could be tested for the presence of rabies, according to a statement from the agency obtained by WETM.

Literally – why?!

After all, he was here legally, unlike so many other interlopers under the Harris-Biden regime:

Was this necessary? No.

“RIP MY BEST FRIEND. Thank you for the best 7 years of my life. Thank you for bringing so much joy to us and the world. I’m sorry I failed you but thank you for everything,” Longo wrote in a caption to the post announcing Peanut’s death.

Listen, I’m no snowflake, and I get that we are carnivores (or omnivores if you so choose), and I love my pork, my steak, and my chicken. And I’ve worked on a ranch—I have no illusions about how meat gets to our table. I once was tasked on a farm with getting the chickens ready for eating, and I admit, it was a sobering process. Taking a live chicken and making it ready for your fried hot wings does wake you up to some harsh realities. But there is a little thing called evolution that made us this way, and you can’t chuck it away based on a slogan. The reality is we are the ultimate predator, and we were made to eat flesh as at least part of our diet.

But somehow, that same evolutionary force bred kindness into our hearts, and many of us pray for the sacrifices of the animals that provide us our meals. We do not wantonly torture animals or hurt them for no reason, and in fact, we take millions of them into our homes and consider them family.

Was Peanut a threat to you, me, or anybody else? It certainly doesn’t seem like it.

What it does seem like it is a gross big government overkill that seems right out of Orwell’s "1984." I love my little squirrel family that dominates my backyard, and if anybody comes to try to say otherwise, be advised that I will take full advantage of my Second Amendment Rights.

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whatever-color-of-the-rainbow · 4 months ago

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chess headcanons?? i love hearing your headcanons

First of all, thank you!! Second of all, I love Chess so much and I’m very glad that she’s who you asked me to do next

Two of her favorite movies are Beauty and the Beast and Frozen (not sure where the BATB one came from, but the Frozen one is because Celeste Rose played Anna recently)

Pheobe Bridgers girlie through and through

They had a crush on Cairo for like two seconds at the beginning of their junior year. This ended pretty quickly because she didn’t like the way Cai treated a lot of the other teammates, especially Kate. (Did I only come up with this headcanon so I could participate in Chai Day? Yes I did.)

Kate braided Chess’s hair for the sleepover.

She and Mattie would have been SUCH good friends.

Kate’s older sisters loved her.

She stopped actively posting on social media after her leg injury, and deleted most of her social media apps altogether after the Farrah incident. They were never super active on social media anyway, so they don’t exactly miss it.

They kept Instagram though, because they had a private spam account (called @/call.me.chess_17) that no one outside of their personal life knew about.

Despite the name, homegirl has no idea how to play chess. They also refuse to learn because it’s really funny.

As sweet as she is, she’s also super competitive. This surprises people…until they remember that she was almost an Olympian, of course she’s competitive.

She puts up a sweet and patient front with members of the team that she doesn’t like. But when it’s just her and Kate, she can rant the biggest rants about them. Kate lives for this side of her.

Straight B student

They have a tendency to push themself too hard, especially when they were recovering from the knee injury. That’s part of why she became so reliant on the painkillers.

This isn’t really a headcanon, but I’ve been saying this nonstop for almost two years now so I may as well include it here: Humpty Dumpty by AJR and crying by myself by yannick-robin mirko the most Chess-coded songs I’ve ever heard.

She’s not a fan of physical touch…except when it’s Kate. Then she loves it.

Her full name is Francesca. She hates it. Hence the Instagram username from earlier.

Her favorite gymnastics event is beam, and her least favorite is vault.

They’ve always been a little self-conscious about how others perceive them, and getting famous from almost going to the Olympics did not help.

She has three nicknames from Kate: Checkers (obviously), Checks (short for Checkers), and Cheese (from accidentally typing out “Chees” instead of “Chess” while texting one too many times).

People told her that she handled the whole not-going-to-the-Olympics thing really well. Little did they know, she was actually having a super rough time with it, but refused to show it because she didn’t want to be viewed as “broken”. In secret, she would spend the rest of her life wondering what could have been.

She and Eva would have been the most iconic duo ever.

They used to like going for a run every Sunday afternoon while listening to music (once again, usually Pheobe Bridgers). Obviously that got taken away with the leg injury.

Simone Biles was her first celebrity crush.

#chess belmont #chess we are the tigers #chess watt #we are the tigers #watt #we are the tigers musical #watt musical

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phantompool · 3 months ago

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I took a break from photography to focus on summer

Monday, August 19, 2024

For the first half of summer, I was stressed. I wasn’t photographing shows and people as much as I was during my winter and spring terms at school- even less than I did back in my hometown before I started art school. Was this all a farce? Am I so burnt out on photography this early in my career that I have no urge to take my camera anywhere? I have photographed two shows, my horror portraits, and a project as a favor for a classmate since the summer months have started. Am I losing my love for the game? But then I remembered the mantras I’ve been trying to rewire my brain with since I began sharing my work online: The art I make is for me first. It should make me happy to make art.

Flight attendants teach us to put our air mask on before we help someone else put theirs on. I need to make myself happy before I make for others.

I was at a show with a friend last week and she asked me if I brought my camera. I told her I haven’t photographed a lot of the shows I’ve been to recently. I didn’t need to.We had a wonderful conversation about how you can love something while still stepping away from it. I originally felt like I needed to give an excuse as to why I haven’t been taking my camera with me, but in reality there’s no need. No one asked me to photograph any of these, and I didn’t want to ask it of myself. I love photographing live music, but I also love just going to see it too. Sometimes it’s nice to plant your feet in one place and entrance yourself for a 30 minute set instead of running around the whole time. The cool thing about concerts is that there are so many ways to contribute to the space and the community, and sometimes that’s just being a body in front of the stage.

The first few weeks of my impromptu hiatus were stressful- I did shoot two shows; one that I loved and one that I hated. The first one I shot and edited back to back because I was stressed about getting my photos to the bands and on my Instagram in time. The second one I sent out to the bands, but I didn’t post. I took a little extra time editing for the sake of editing. I get so caught up in creation for a purpose other than just the sake of creating. So, I took this summer to do things for the sake of doing them. I went to shows just to see music. And went on walks for the sake of feeling the sun on my skin. I need to remember that as much as I love my camera, there is a life without it. I can look at sunsets without thinking of the best ISO that would capture it.

I think it’s a good lesson in work-life balance. I love photography enough that I want to make it my work, so that means I need to make a life outside of it. I am teaching myself that the twinge of guilt I feel when I walk into a show isn’t needed; I’m just as important to that space with or without a camera. I don’t have to be MargotBasonPhotography all the time, for Margot is just as important to the world.

#thoughts #writing #personal post #concert photography #photography #my thoughts in writing #blurb

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unlikelycollectivewombat · 1 year ago

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LİVİNG HELL BELLA POARCH

“Living Hell” is the fourth track off of Bella Poarch’s first EP “Dolls”.

Bella Poarch teased a snippet of the song on July 21, 2022 on her social media platforms with the title of “should I release this??🖤🕷”. Most likely thinking about releasing it as a single, even though it never was. A longer snippet of the song was released on July 30, 2022.

Bella posted on her Instagram account on August 18, 2022 with the caption of

""Living Hell" is a story about my childhood. It’s a story about how I struggled growing up inside a real-life living hell in a tiny room in the Philippines. My whole life, I’ve been trying to escape my childhood trauma, my living hell, and no matter how much therapy I do, no matter how much medicine I take, and no matter how far I try to run away…it always comes back to haunt me. The music video is inspired by my childhood room. My room was yellow and had a lock on the outside. Yellow because it was a color I was forced to like growing up. It was my parents way of letting me know that they have the power in the house. And a lock on the outside because my parents wanted to make sure that I didn’t escape when I was in there. It was really hard for me to relive this while shooting the music video. I really want to talk to you more about it when I’m ready. Sorry for the essay the reason I’m writing this is because I want all of you who are reading this and all of you who have supported me along this journey to understand that I love you more than you know. You guys are my escape. You guys are why I wake up everyday. You guys are the reason that I’m able to break free from this mess and in my darkest times, understand that things are going to be okay. I truly can’t thank you enough and I want you to know that I’m here for you the same way that you’re here for me. To anyone who is also going through their own living hell, you will escape and I’ll be right there by your side. This one’s for you💛”

(The article does not belong to me...)

Lyrics:

You know I don't believe in ghosts

Or letting people close

I'm good at letting go

You kiss my lips until they're colder

Think you're in control

But I should let you know

Well, the good guys don't always get the glory

Can't you see the warning signs?

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Chew you up and spit you out

And still you come around

So I can watch you drown

Hate when you tell me that you'll wait

Like you think that I could change

When I've always been this way

Well, the good guys don't always get the glory

Can't you see the warning signs?

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

I'm haunted by the words you say

When I can't say that I feel the same

And that you'll always be alone

And baby, you should I'm only gonna ghost

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to

Wish this was a love you never felt

And you know it's true, know it's true (and you know it's true)

Love me, love me

Trust me with that heart of yours

Feels so heavy

Lying on the bedroom floor

I can make your life a livin' hell

If I wanted to, wanted to (if I wanted to)

Spotify

M/V

https://youtu.be/iCPm55hqA3k

#Living hell #Bella poarch #Bella poarch life #💛#Dolls ep #Bella poarch living hell #Spotify

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plushdragon-art · 2 years ago

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hi all !! i’m starting to post my art here because instagram’s captions were too short for this post specifically, and i imagine i may get similarly carried away in the future. i primarily make mlp nextgens right now. thanks for stopping by!

anyway, IT’S TILLYYYY !!! buckle up because she’s got a LOT going on

when i first designed this character in high school, i didn’t draw her mouth because i didn’t want to ruin the drawing with eraser marks (expressions are hard to nail on the first try, at least for me). this sparked an idea: i thought tilly should be non-verbal, at least in part.

since then, i’ve done some research, and i’ve settled on tilly being selectively mute. selective mutism is basically when someone cannot speak in certain situations due to overwhelm, anxiety, etc. it is sometimes referred to as situational mutism, which is the term i will be using going forward.

often, someone with situational mutism is only comfortable speaking with their immediate family. they may (or may not) also have trouble showing their emotions, which happens to fit with my image of tilly as well (again, based on them not originally having a mouth lol). part of me thinks that perhaps tilly has a stutter as well, which adds to their anxiety around speech. however, this stutter would disappear when singing.

tilly first started really paying attention to singing when they were given music therapy as a child in order to combat her situational mutism. she found that it was the best way for her to express herself to others. music made her feel safe and comfortable when nothing else did. her special talent is not just being a competent singer, but specifically singing with the intention of conveying and imbuing emotions. i haven’t yet decided if she occasionally uses magic to enhance the effects of her songs. probably?

i have an image in my head of tilly being flown by pegasi above a battlefield to sing to her people to boost morale and motivate them towards victory.

it’s quite unfortunate for a royal to be unable to speak to their people, but Tilly has managed well. they are seen as a steadfast symbol of strength, unaffected by even the direst of circumstances (when, in truth, they are constantly petrified). Tilly also serves as an ideal of innocence; she is, after all, the youngest in her family. her unchanged visage in the face of crisis is what everyone hopes for their own foals, to be shielded from tragedy. in a sense, the day tilly cries is the day hope dies. that may or may not be a saying among the crystal empire’s denizens lol.

tilly is present at basically every festival and royal function, which they hate, but they do get to sing for everyone, which evens things out a little. virtually no one outside the royal family knows about Tilly’s condition, primarily because she’s embarrassed about it and would rather it not be mentioned. one day, i think they’ll grow out of this mindset.

but i haven’t even gotten to the coolest part !!! did u know tilly is a Bad Bitch

what i mean by this is that Tilly studies dark magic. nOw she’s not evil (yet), she’s just very curious, and surprisingly pragmatic. she’s gotten very begrudging permission from her parents to do this, entirely because she made some really good points.

Tilly has been told their whole life that dark magic is bad, but few of their instructors could concretely answer why, or how it works, or what can be done to stop it (other than maybe wait for the princesses to figure something out on a case-by-case basis). this was unsatisfactory. Tilly knew that, if dark magic was ever to be safeguarded against, it must be understood, and that would never happen so long as it remained taboo to even THINK about.

so, Tilly wrote up and presented a proposal to their parents. it was challenging to get them to even consider it. after all, the whole Sombra incident had left Cadence and Shining Armor quite untrustful of dark magic. still, they couldn’t ignore how much work and thought Tilly had put into this idea, and although they liked to baby her, they had to admit that she was incredibly observant and intelligent. she had a point.

Tilly started off small, only allowed to study this magic with supervision from their aunt, Twilight. eventually, Tilly would be permitted to study on their own. their insights would prove invaluable over time. one day, i think Tilly will officially be the head royal advisor, a title not often taken up by anyone of the royal family.

i’m not sure how the dark magic will affect her. i think they do a lot of journaling in order to sort out their thoughts and keep sane. their extreme anxiety might make them easily corruptible, but they’re also smart enough to know better than to give in to the magic, so it might balance out. she definitely knows when to take a break.

i briefly considered that perhaps Tilly would be nonverbal because dark magic had removed their mouth, which would be very in line with her original design, but i thought that would be a poor choice. still, i think Tilly probably has a non-zero number of dark magic-induced nightmares in which she has no mouth, which are scary for her, but she can’t help but think “gee, how deep, i wonder what THAT dream was about” when she wakes.

that’s Tilly !! i love them, thank u for reading :)

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watchtheblog · 2 years ago

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all hands on d*ck

as always, hello to my 9 true real life friends, some of my 22 (instagram) “close friends”, my 40 internet besties, the handful of you i was able to lure over here with a LiNk iN BiO, the growing number of [redacted] who are unnervingly conspicuous with their surveillance, maybe some other weirdos and haters!, at least 2 of my exes, my therapist if i ask her to read this to understand me better, my daughter in 14-18 years, and anyone else who is here and can read this!!

as a preface to a list of extravagant treasures i wish to receive this holiday season, i am going to tell you a little story. if you don’t care and just want to buy me a gift or just want to use this to curate yours, scroll to the bottom. there are words and jokes down there too if you’re here for all of it!!! (if you need inspiration from years past, i’ve been making this list for 10 years.)

the only times i feel safe are when i am at home, or when i am 5000 miles away from it. anything in between causes absolute chaos within my emotional microbiome.

in america, i am a sentient eggshell and all external stimuli are hammers. outside of america, i am an invincible-cartoon-fireball capable of any and all things through the EU.

once a week i volunteer, and once a month i drive 40-90 miles in one of the four directions to buy a lotto ticket at a random authorized lotto retailer (surprisingly not sponsored), and that’s it.

when i’m home, i do the same thing every day - i wake up, i go to cult (this is what i call meditation because i’ve been doing it consistently for a year and i have no idea why), i write down everything i’m grateful for*, and i read (a literal book) for 20 minutes before performing my morning ablutions and walking downstairs to drink poison (espresso) and sit in my office tip tapping my ipad for 6-8 hours. then i watch some of the worst television you can ever imagine until it’s time to go to sleep, at which point i do a cult bonus track - it’s called “three good things”, and it’s exactly as the name implies - eat two peppermint patties v slowly, and go to sleep with my television blasting and every light on.

~ (*ok sorry for being sincere for a moment but i need to genuinely recommend the gratitude journal practice because it changed my life. thank you for only engaging with this if it aligns positively with you and excluding it from your personal dossier of me if it doesn’t. anyway, i also love cult because it allows me 30 minutes of controlled focus on every thought i have ever had in my entire life without even a single moment of peace. my inner monologue is a thought-orgy and i am merely a captive and reluctant eavesdropper.) ~

when i’m on vacation, i am a different character from white lotus every day.

this year for my birthday, i chartered a yacht off the amalfi coast (cameron) and sat on it alone for 3 days (ethan). on the 4th day, danielle arrived and we confused the crew by being on vacation together in italy but not fucking. (daphne/harper)

on the 5th day, danielle found out i don’t like music (you’ll need this information later), and on the 6th day, God created man, and one of them asked us if we’d like a massage.

being of sound mind, my first thought was to question this person (employed as a deckhand) on his ability to massage.

he assured us both that he and his fellow deckhand could “of course” massage!

having seen every episode of every franchise of below deck i was wary but i trust men intrinsically (tanya) and i love nothing more than to be consensually touched (dominic) so i said great, we’ll take two! and we settled on “in ten minutes” for the time.

he returned moments later to lead us in a troubling talk on massage logistics - namely, where the massages would take place and on what apparatus.

you, like we, may be thinking: what about a massage table on the sun deck? and that’s a great thought. however, there were no massage tables, so our two deckhand-cum-massage therapists decided they’d conduct the massages they assured us they were equipped to conduct on twin beds in one of the downstairs bedrooms.

10 minutes later we arrived to a room large enough to accommodate two adults lying down, or a small child standing up but being v still:

danielle and i pretended this was not weird (mia/lucia), and as soon as our four adult bodies were within the same energy field we all signed a spiritual contract to never speak about this again! unfortunately danielle and i signed in watercolor and have spoken about it ad nauseam every day since.

one of the guys asked what music he should put on, but before he finished the question, danielle had interrupted him in an octave i’ve never heard her voice go to utter the words “MERCEDES DOESN’T LIKE MUSIC.” … effectively solidifying our fate to have the weirdest experience of our lives in deafening silence!

without leaving the room, they told us to lie down - which we did - and they each returned to our respective sides to *SIT ON THE BED* and massage us with this australian jerk off oil while our faces were mushed sideways into a twin bed for a staggering and completely arbitrary 101 minutes.

the only time ive ever had a massage this unmethodical is every time my boyfriend wants to have sex, and the only reason this one ended was because someone came in to chastise them for being *below deck* for so long… at which point they both got up and left without saying a word!!

anyway ~ that’s how i met your mother ~ (sorry i’ve taken this out and put it back in 8 times. it stays!)

danielle and i are two asexual freaks so this (our villain origin story) never registered to us as a potentially sexual thing, but it has to a lot of people we’ve told! … and to those people i say: interesting. please consider my trauma when selecting a gift from the below list to send to me 😈 thank you!

THE LIST (disclaimer: all i want for my birthday is for everyone i love to be healthy, happy, rich and divinely protected (so far so good tbh!!!!), and for you to donate to the boys and girls club if you have the means. this is merely a list of things i think would be funny or nice or silly to receive:)

the intangible: to pass a law abolishing all waters i don’t like - there are too many to name, but at the very least let’s start with dasani, aquafina, and nestle purelife, for someone to defund Revolve and redirect the money to fund research to corroborate my theory that people who wear clothes that say “spiritual gangster” lack a functioning frontal lobe and should not have rights, for everyone who doesn’t like me to continue doing that because that must be very taxing, for prison reform that allows “love after lockup” to expand it’s filming schedule, for mary kate and olivier to reconcile (please click that link if you’re new here), for jeff bezos to give me a little something in his will, to be paid for all the vacations i’m going to go on in the future and that they never involve a massage on a twin bed.

the ones you can buy: * these gorgeous little poison cups to elevate morning beverages content. also gorgeous!! these are interesting! * i’m looking to redo my whole personality in the vein of someone’s really religious auntie. it starts in the dining room, here. for more in the collection, may i direct you here. *a stunning throw: in pink!!! or this cheaper (v reasonably priced, tbh!) one, the blush pink not that crazy pink in the larger size! * this thing for my desk. i would accept this but don’t really like the branding. * a 5 night stay at this hotel (a suite or above)

* a black birkin with gold hardware in 25 or 35. no links, iykyk * this coat in grey or camel. xs! * buy danielle’s book. (this story is not in it, but better ones are) * this tray to eat chips and peppatties in bed. this will likely be sold out but here. * i don’t want these but definitely want to make you aware gucci are selling incense for one hundred dollars, and perhaps we should collectively look into deplatforming them.

* a pair of solid gold 3 inch hoops. i have no links :( * i’d like to speak to the medium who has a show on bravo, please. this is him. i do not want to be “read” on the tv show. i do not want tickets to see his live show. i want to speak to a dead person through this man. one on one. (you can come if you organize it.) * these slippers. size 8. * this bracelet and bonus if you have a platinum amex, you get $50 back or something for shopping at saks! love to pay it forward!! * this jug of perfume for a room! * this jug for water at varying temperatures. matte black.

* this art, this art, this art, this art, or this art. i’m going to buy this for myself but i love this artist, so i’m sharing. * this alluring bookend that is on sale (x2)! * i don’t need this but i like the way it looks and so i’m passing it on. it’s a weight but who exercises at home… so it’s a hat for your floor. * trying this again: for someone to create a “the floor is lava” set for my birthday where i can do “the floor is lava” SEPARATELY with each of my 9 friends - none of whom know each other, which is intentional and by design. * these shoes. size 8 * these earrings. i tried to buy these on black friday but then i forgot. i may just buy them myself. who knows!

* a real two hour massage * caviar * i like her bc i think we have the same body * these french almond praline sugar things from provence that i bought at duty free and i’ll never find again. and i went on this website and tried to email them to ask them to send them to me (it appears they cannot do that) and i really don’t want to get into it but i spent hours trying to secure them bc they’re that good so i guess this is not an item it’s just a pass on should you ever be in provence or at an airport in france. * a $24,000 tribute to the mascot for Word.

some passing it forward gifts (things i don’t need (because i own them most likely) but they are nice!!) * these cute, non threatening pajamas * my favorite luxe, somewhat threatening pajamas * the only sheets i allow on my bed and body are pratesi but danielle bought me monogrammed pillowcases (super, binx) from here and !!!! * i think i always recommend diptyque candles but we are also a cade (you have to ask for this, they don’t keep them out 😗) household now and newly a boysmells household. * skincare is kind of a lame gift bc everyone’s skin is so different but i have the most reactive skin in the world so i’d like to pass along three of the only things that don’t ruin my life: this (i’ve been using for 3 weeks) is soooo nice, as is this which i’ve been using on and off for a month but the price point was set by the us national debt clock or something. (their instagram clickbait lip balm thing is a waste of money and yes i wasted my money!) also i love this and have used since it launched :)

ok ty for reading come again bye!

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musicarenagh · 6 months ago

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Inside the Mind of Marc Schuster: Music, Art, and Inspiration Isn't it strange that some musicians have the ability to "paint" your mind's picture with their lyrics? Marc Schuster, as one of those guys, is unquestionably an inspiring figure. Whoa, this guy is truly the behemoth in the creative world; he rips apart singles, throws in beats, and basically defies the laws of creativity with his logic. Marc actually does a million different things: a solo artist of course, group work with e. g. The Star Crumbles or Scoopski, he teaches at college, has his own radio show and he writes his own blog to report on the indie scene. His expertise tracks a wide range from enticing hardware of Elvis Costello to the cinematic mastery of David Lynch films. Marc intertwines and adapts to different genres from pop punk to indie and to so many others in his music that has this rich compositional and lyrical layers to it. Ralph is for sure coordinating with his own bagpipe-playing multi-patterned kilt. Even his latest "Arguably" album which was released on May 1 is, without doubts, a result of the hard work Marc put into it. All the tracks are produced by and performed by him, that is writing and everything obviously. And he did not forget to invite Jim Lorino from the band Scoopski to rhyme on their song titled "Paul Giamatti". Lyrically, Marc has such a gift when it comes to crafting raps that anyone would fall in love with his style. This is not only its faithfulness to the art, but also an album in its truest sense. In this interview, we will explore why and what makes Marc the artist he is now, how he found his way through music as a profession, and of course, his dream in writing and making this song. If you're ready for a behind-the-scenes glimpse of the mind of a real musical multi-purpose agent who doesn't hesitate to act outside the box, grab your headphones and head on over to our interview. Listen to Arguably Arguably by Marc Schuster Follow Marc Schuster on Facebook Twitter Spotify Bandcamp Instagram Where do you find inspiration? I usually find inspiration in the work of other artists—particularly artists who do their own thing and don’t worry about trends or popularity. I love the movies of David Lynch, for example. They’re not for everyone, and that’s the point. I feel the same way about music. A while back, my wife said something to the effect that I like “weird” music, and I took it as a real compliment. But I think I’ve always worn the “weird” label like a badge. Maybe it’s the Gen X-er in me or maybe I’m just antisocial, but if everyone likes something, I tend to shy away. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? Music has always been part of my life. When I was really young, we had the Beatles’ White Album on cassette, and it was always on whenever we’d go out for a drive. I was like five or six, and I knew that album by heart. It was also a bit of an odd album because it’s all over the place, and I think that had an effect on the way I think about music. I didn’t even realize there were four Beatles at the time. I figured there had to be like ten or twelve guys in the band considering all the different types of songs and instruments they were playing. It just sounded so big and sprawling to me. I feel like I’ve always had a sense of musicality, of appreciating the rhythms of certain words and phrases, and that probably goes back to listening to the Beatles on all of those car rides when I was little. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? My first concert was the Monkees. That was in 1987. I think I was about fourteen at the time. I knew that the Monkees were never really four guys who lived in a beach house, but that fantasy is something that probably still informs my thinking about music to this day. I mean, who wouldn’t want to hang out with their buddies all day, making music and going on weird little adventures that get resolved in the space of a half-hour to the tune of your latest song? And their music holds up really well.

Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn, and Jones Ltd. is a great album! How could you describe your music? My music is fairly idiosyncratic. It probably goes back to listening to the Beatles’ White Album so much when I was young, and I suppose it’s also a function of listening to all of that “weird” music I’m into. I just love experimenting with different sounds and trying to fit them together like puzzle pieces. It’s poppy in places, a little jazzy, a little funky, mildly cinematic, depending on the song you’re listening to. I draw on a lot of different influences and try to synthesize something new from them. I really like the term “art rock.” I’m not sure it’s what I make, but it’s a label I aspire to. If someone, completely unbidden and unprompted, heard one of my songs and said, “Oh, that’s art rock,” I’d take it as a massive compliment. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? That’s an interesting question because I often wonder what it means to be a part of the music industry. I feel like I’m technically part of the music industry by virtue of the fact that I make music and people can listen to it on various streaming services and whatnot—and that I have a radio show and a blog where I interview indie musicians—but I’m pretty far out on the fringes of that industry, which is exactly where I want to be. But to answer the question, I teach at a college with a musician named Mike Kelly. A while back—fifteen years ago or so—he was talking about how people were always asking him how to “break into” the music industry, and that he always told them that the music industry wasn’t something you break into. It’s something you develop a relationship with. That really stuck with me, and as I started thinking about what I wanted to get out of music, I realized that a lot of it had to do with developing relationships with like-minded people. People who like the weird kind of music I like. That distinction between breaking into the music industry and developing a relationship with it changed everything for me. I went from thinking that the music industry was just this massive, foreign, nebulous entity I could never really have anything to do with to realizing it’s just people making music. Some make a lot of money at it. Most are people like me who build up relationships with other musicians and start their own scenes and movements. It’s just a matter of belief, I guess. I’m in the music industry because I believe I am—and because I believe I’m in the industry, I behave like someone in the industry by making music, helping other musicians make and promote music, and being an active member of a community. Who do you see as your main competitor? I try not to view music as a competition. To me it’s better when we all work together and find joy in each other’s accomplishments. This attitude may be a function of my age. If I were younger—and hungrier, I suppose—I’d probably be looking at other artists and wondering why they’re doing better than I am: why they have more followers on social media, for instance, or why they get so many plays on Spotify. But at some point, I just realized that all of my bases are covered. I have a job, I can pay my bills, and I can make the kind of music I like without worrying about all that other stuff. There’s a freedom in that. It’s like being my own patron, my own biggest fan. Which, hey, if I’m not a big fan of my work, why would I expect anyone else to be? Why did you choose Arguably as the title of this project? I was originally going to call it Arguably an Album because I’m always getting into conversations with fellow music lovers about what constitutes an album. Is it just a collection of songs? Do they have to share a theme? Tell a story? Or can they just be a random assortment of tunes recorded in roughly the same period of time? As a result of these kinds of conversations—not to mention my own tendency to overthink everything—I was hesitant to say with 100% certainty that I had recorded an album.

But Arguably an Album felt a little clunky to me, so I switched it to just Arguably, which I liked because then I could write “Arguably Marc Schuster" on the cover, which, again, speaks to my tendency to overthink things. I mean, there’s an argument to be made that this is me, but who am I, and what does it mean to be someone? Maybe it’s all just a construction, my best attempt at assembling an identity at this particular point in my life. https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yHvSo7nxlU27sOBX4XyWA?si=XZ39ySeaSaKUc-k-OBE2mA What musician do you admire most and why? I really admire Elvis Costello and Brian Eno. I’d describe them as restless souls, at least as far as music is concerned. They’re both always exploring new territory and breaking new musical ground, and neither gets hemmed in by genre or expectations. Part of it, I think, is an endless hunger for knowledge, a desire to learn. Both are known for collaborating with other musicians almost as much as they’re known for their own work, and I think a huge part of that interest in collaboration comes from a desire to learn something new from the people they’re working with. It keeps their music fresh, and I think it keeps them from seeing music as a commodity so much as an experience. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans? I always have a few irons in the fire. I play bass in Scoopski, and we’ll be recording a few songs in June. I’ve also been talking to Neither Could Dylan about a potential collaboration. I really just love playing music with other people. There’s no bigger thrill for me than getting an email from someone who wants me to record bass or drums for them—or even to try my hand at mixing a song. It’s incredibly flattering. And one funny thing I realized recently is that while I like playing live, I don’t necessarily like playing my own music live. That’s why playing bass in Scoopski is so perfect for me. I get to scratch that “playing out” itch without having to figure out how to translate my own music from the studio to the stage. What message would you like to give to your fans? More than anything, I just want to say thank you. We live in a world where so much mass-market entertainment is being forced down everyone’s throats all that time that it’s nearly impossible to discover new, independent voices. If you’ve listened to any of my songs—even just once—you probably had to put some work into finding it. No algorithm served it up to you. No one was playing it on the radio. You found it because you’re the kind of person who, like me, is always looking for something new and different. And the fact that you took some time to listen to my music means the world to me!

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kmrstudios · 7 months ago

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KMR STUDIOS QUICK UPDATE

Hey guys, KR here again with a quick update on my KMR Studios Blog.

I’m sorry for the lack of new content outside of my gaming videos lately. Some things have happened in my personal life recently and I’ve been slowing trying to get back to doing more artwork & comics, but it hasn’t been easy. In fact, I’ve been working on a piece or two and thanks to a little bit of artists’ block, they’ve haven’t been turning out how I’d hope. So, please patient and I’ll hopefully get something posted soon. Again, I am sorry.

As for video content, I’ll start with an update regarding my “All-Gen Retrocade” gaming video series, which if you haven’t already, please be sure check them out. You can find my channel on Rumble in the link below. I’ve decided to give gaming videos a rest for the summer. Now the decision was made, mainly for personal reasons as I wanted to take a break and focus more on making artwork & comics, and because I’ve been making playthrough videos these past few months, it’s been taking time away from doing what I love to do. But don’t worry, I do plan to resume the series something later this year, maybe early September. I don’t know yet, I just need to focus on my other priorities right now. However, I do have the first batch of games chosen for the later half of the 2024 season. In fact, one of them was already planned to be released before the hiatus. But I’ve decided to push it back for the time being. There’s two more episodes left as of this writing, and they’re definitely some of the best one’s I’ve done. So definitely check them out once they’re released.

One more update regarding “All-Gen Retrocade”, I haven’t made a decision yet, but I may close my Odysee channel. This is due to so many issues I’ve had with the website, such as performing random tasks in order to upload a single video, which is quite frustrating. So if you’re wondering why any of my recent episodes haven’t been posted on Odysee yet, there’s your answer. But, I’m considering opening another video channel on either BitChute or Vimeo or order to reach a wider audience. I’ve been on Rumble for some time and I still haven’t gotten lots of viewers or subscribers for whatever reason. I don’t know why. I’ve been sharing my videos through social media and yet, I still get nothing. I will keep you posted throughout the coming months and be sure to follow the official “All-Gen Retrocade” page on Tumblr for future updates.

In regards to KMR Studios videos, I’m slowly getting back to making art videos and maybe doing another entry in my VLOG series, maybe showcasing some of my art books I’ve collected or showing off my studio area or whatever it may be. I have one “Watch KR Draw” episode planned and it involves a single comic book issue where you get to draw on the cover! And I can’t wait to do that one.

And I think that should do it for this update. Take care and until next time, this is KR of KMR Studios signing out.

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MY KMR STUDIOS VIDEO CHANNEL: https://rumble.com/c/c-1720173

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whanaukaretao · 9 months ago

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Assignment 1: Q & A Considerations

Due: 11 March 2024

What do you do? What sort of things do you make? Or capture? Or select?

I am a lensed based artist with a predominantly photography and moving image practice. I am interested in evolving my practice to include mixed media.

I primarily make photographs and less frequently moving image works.

I typically capture street photography and portraiture, often in urban settings. There is often a strong urban street culture influence in my art, as well as a strong emphasis on colour. Māori culture and related themes are also a regular feature of my art.

2. How do you make decisions during the process of your work? How and why do you select the materials, techniques, themes that you do?

I would describe my decision-making as naturally quite fluid and frequently influenced by experiences, intuitive feelings, or things I observe, read or listen to in real life or virtually. I am also strongly influenced by colour, will often research this, and generally let it guide my decisions.

For example, my manga and anime themed Hons project is heavily influenced by my visit to Japan last year. Its purple and pink colour palette has come from reading manga and watching anime on TikTok, movies or gaming.

I make some process decisions through counsel with supervisors and others more expert than me, as well as through ideas from artist friends. I also obviously research other artists, view exhibitions and study different techniques. I’m currently doing a print class that is helping guide some of my future process and making decisions. Other times, I just trust my own judgment.

The materials I choose have mostly been photography stock, so limited within certain parameters. I’ve had a bad experience with gloss images being exhibited under overhead lighting so tend to steer away from this now.

I’m not particularly good at studio (lighting) shoots so typically shoot outdoors.

I’m also a bit slow with photoshop so need to allow myself more time for these tasks. If I can, I’ll look for a work-around where it means I don’t need to use photoshop because I can replicate a similar effect in real life quicker.

I’ve touched on themes a bit above. Mostly, I try to make art of the moment or the future. I like to be on the pulse of what’s currently popular in pop culture or has street edge – whether that’s music, fashion, street art, anime, etc.

I like to represent my culture in my art and create portrayals of Māori that are positive and uplifting.

3. What are you valuing in the work?

I value representing my culture and photographic subjects well.

It’s difficult as a Māori artist as there’s a huge responsibility to get things right and do things right culturally. You open yourself up to heavy criticism if you don’t and it will undermine the integrity of your work.

I guess because I grew up not seeing positive portrayals of Māori – or anyone that looked like me – in media, and as there’s an anti-anything Māori theme playing out at the moment, that’s led me to want to create positive representations in my art to change the narrative.

Outside of culture and my photo subjects, I value that my art continues to show I’m growing and evolving, that I’m adding new techniques and artistic features. That I’m not always doing the same thing. I haven’t arrived yet at who or what I am as an artist. That’s probably because I came to art a bit later in my life.

4. What are your sources, do you refer to existing images?

I’m still learning to do the contextual study of art. Before now, I’ve just seen something and run with it, without understanding or knowing more (or even wanting to know more) about it as an art form or practice.

The art history classes we had in our undergrad BFA study definitely exposed me to many more artists and so I’ve become a bit more well-rounded artistically.

Typically, my initial sources that get my interest are images I see online, usually on TikTok or Instagram. Or they’re things I’ve seen around the city, in books, films, at exhibitions, etc.

Now, I research more. I look at more formal art sources online that have a more professional or scholarly side to them. I look at journals, use the library, etc.

5. What are you trying to say or infer in your work?

If I honest, I’m trying to say this art is a reflection of me, I’m contemporary, I’m very of the moment.

At a deeper level, I’m often trying to tell my story, my family stories or the story of what it is to be Māori. And because my childhood experience of being Māori and having positive Māori role models in my life is different to what is often portrayed, I really want to bring this out in my work, especially positive Māori male representations.

Other times, I just want to make art that’s a bit funky. That’s cool. And has a bit of a wow factor.

6. How is the way you’re saying it, with the materials, techniques and relations of emphasis between elements, the best for the idea you want to present?

I’ve felt a bit hamstring by my artistic abilities or lack of them. I came into art school with a limited set of skills but have gradually broadened these out, but still have quite some way to go.

So what I’m saying is I haven’t been able to fully say what I’ve wanted to say because I lack the skills or technical ability to do so – but I’m trying to work on this.

Basically, what I’ve created to date has only been the best of what I’ve been able to present within my limited range of my skills – which disappoints me a bit.

With my current Hons project, borrowing from Japanese manga allows me to step into a world that has existing conventions and understandings. In other words, people know what I’m creating is probably a bit fantastical and may have deeper spiritual or cultural themes. It also allows room for the implausible and futuristic.

So I get to play around with futuristic ideas about Māori relationships with robots for example, and I feel I get much more creative license and freedom to do so.

7. What is it you’ve been trying to do to make the work relevant in relation to ideas, cultural circumstances or contemporary issues?

I feel like I’ve touched on this already.

In my current work, I’ve researched and reached out to a Māori futurist that is exploring contemporary and future issues for Māori as AI and new technologies develop. This is helping me keep on top of developments and current thinking so that my art is well positioned.

8. How does this work fit into a larger body of work or overarching project of ideas (if it does)?

Since I’m working in a futuristic space with a Māori cultural overlap, then I think there’s lots of scope for further exploration that could potentially expand into my masters’ year. My project really just scrapes the surface of this developing area and has lots of different avenues it can go down.

The manga and anime elements also have lots of potential in terms of areas of expansion too. As I become more studied in the area and aware of its deeper (Japanese) cultural context and origin this will open up lots of possibilities too.

9. Are your ideas changing and if so how?

Yes, in terms of both myself as an artist and also in terms my Hons project.

As an artist I started the year thinking I’m not the same artist I was at the end of year three, more than a year ago now. I didn’t exactly know who I am now.

I left off year three with photography that introduced stenciled spray paint art directly onto my work. Now, I’m exploring manga and print in combination with photography. So I’m different. What’s consistent is that I’m still interested in exploration and developing my abilities and techniques as an artist. I’d say this is because I came to art later in life so I’m still growing and developing.

My Hons project ideas are changing as I acquire new print and drawing skills. As I do, what’s possible opens up. As I do my research and absorb more, this is also changing my thinking. For example, today I attended a presentation by photographer Russ Flatt. Seeing his work and hearing about his making processes has got me thinking about experimenting with a few different things I’d not previously thought about, eg. capturing images as photographic negatives, photographing from the perspective of what a robot would see and how they would see it (eg. in electronic form). Russ story boards his projects which I don’t do, so I’m considering that too.

10. Has anyone done this kind of work in the past?

Yes, as an artform. Afro-futurism for example has similarities to what I’m endeavouring to do. Obviously, there is a whole world of manga and anime that operates in a space similar to mine.

I’m aware of Māori that have explored futurism and it’s overlap with our culture. Tracey Tawhiao for example had a series of works that looked at Māori and spaceships. It’s an area that I need to research more to be fully across the extent of Māori artistic work in this area.

11.Does anyone else do it now? Who are the artists that occupy this space?

I still need to research this more. I’m not currently aware of artists that have explored a futuristic Auckland but there are bound to be some, especially as there’s an overlap with sci-fi.

I should also explore Māori manga and anime artists. I know there are Māori artists that have developed art of this nature for gaming.

12. Who are the writers on these subjects? What specifically have they said, which then potentially motivates your own thinking for your work?

I’m currently reading some Whitechapel papers on Utopia. This is helping me to discern what particular space in this Utopia world that I’m actually working in. It’s not as straight forward as I initially thought.

The Whitechapel papers have a wide collection of writers, I haven’t got past the introduction yet. I have been able to identify some areas that my art seems to fit within so they’re what I’m planning to read next.

13.What histories are you contributing to within this field of practice?

I’m not sure what’s meant by ‘histories’ here.

I feel I'm contributing to several aspects of Māori futurism.

For example, I’m not aware of any Māori art that has explored Māori futuristic marriage to robots, or the concept of whangai (Māori adoption) relationships between Māori and robots. Or colonisation of Māori (or New Zealanders) by robots, or whether Māori might use robots to colonise New Zealanders. In all these senses, I feel I could potentially be offering new insights.

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teenmomcentral · 1 year ago

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Trigger Warning: This story contains descriptions and audio of domestic violence.

Nathan Griffith appeared remorseful on Sunday for some of his wrongdoings–– those unrelated to his latest arrest, anyway.

The former soulmate of Jenelle Evans took to TikTok Live over the weekend where he told followers he was “frustrated,” rambling on about multiple topics and interacting with the few fans that logged on . In one particular exchange, an individual told Nate they were a fan of his and in response, he asked them why. He then criticized himself for being a poor father to his two kids.

The Teen Mom 2 dad’s TikTok Live appearance happened on the same day TMZ released the audio tape of two 911 calls made by Nathan’s sister, Heather, before and after he allegedly strangled her. (He was arrested for battery against his sister earlier this month.)

During his TikTok Live on Sunday, a “fan” complimented Nate for being a good father, to which he disagreed, calling himself a “sh**ty dad right now” for not seeing his son Kaiser (whom he shares with Jenelle) in six months, and not seeing his daughter Emery (from a previous relationship) in a year.

Nate’s admission to being MIA from Kaiser’s life was corroborated by Jenelle last month after the mom of three was asked about her ex’s involvement in their son’s life.

“Honestly I will say Nathan is dealing with his own issues at the moment,” she claimed during an Instagram Q&A. “But he hasn’t seen Kaiser since Christmas.”

At one point during his Live, Nathan stated that he refused to go on Live just to make money, and instead wanted to discuss things like politics and other important issues.

One thing Nathan did not mention during his Live was his recent arrest for battery against his sister Heather. However, on Sunday, TMZ released the audio of 911 calls that Heather made in early July. During one call—made before the alleged strangulation incident— Heather stated that she was scared because Nathan was drinking, being aggressive, following her around her home and threatening her.

“He said that because my husband isn’t home that I have a reason to be scared,” Heather told the operator during the first call, later adding, “Seriously, I need help.”

She can then be heard telling Nathan, “Please stop following me around. I’d like you to please get away from me, Nathan, because you’ve made threats towards me and I don’t want you around me after you’ve harmed other people. I don’t want you around me.”

Nathan can be heard yelling at Heather in the background. At one point, he seems to say, “Do you know I’ve had the cops called on me five times?”

In the second call, Heather can be heard sobbing, telling the operator that Nathan tried to kill her about five minutes ago and that she’s hurt. She also tells the operator that Nathan “fled the scene” after he allegedly strangled her. She then reports that Nathan— who had been drinking prior to the incident— left the house in a car. (It’s unknown if it’s Nathan’s car or Heather’s.)

When police arrived on the scene, however, Nate was outside of the home. Police allegedly observed visible marks on Heather’s neck and eyelids; she told officers Nate grabbed her by the throat, pushed her to the floor and got on top of her.

As The Ashley previously told you, Nate was arrested July 12 and charged with felony Battery by Strangulation.

He has since been released on bond with Level IV monitoring in place. (This is the highest level of monitoring an offender in Nevada can have.) In addition to sporting “high-level monitoring” while out on bail, a no-contact order has been issued, barring Nathan from contacting his sister through November 15.

Nate is also required to submit (via app or in-person) two random check-ins per month, as well as two scheduled check-ins.

Nathan is due back in his home away from home court August 1.

Listen to Nathan’s sister’s (second) call to 911 by clicking the link above.

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exes.

synopsis. hq boys bringing up their exes during an argument.

genre. headcanons; angst to fluff.

characters. sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurō, oikawa tōru.

warnings. swearing, crying, etc.

author’s note. i contemplated publishing this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a month :/

navigation. main menu, hq menu.

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

sakusa was a very private person. so, dating him came with the fact that he had boundaries. and his career wasn’t easy on you either, because he preferred to keep your relationship private.

you weren’t the type of person to argue with that. in fact, even you preferred it this way. it would be way easier if the two of you were hidden away from the crazy fans and the invasive media. so you went along with it. you’ve known kiyoomi since college; you’ve adjusted to his mannerisms, his quirks, his ups and downs—everything, really. he couldn’t be more grateful to you.

but everything came crippling down when you thought that it had been too long since the two of you started going out. that maybe, just maybe, you and kiyoomi could still lead a private life if he just announced to his fans that he has a significant other—just mentioning it, or posting a story on his instagram or any other social media. the first time you had brought it up, he’d dismissed it lightly. you’d tried again and again, but he just wouldn’t budge.

just like today. but something was off about today as well. you hadn’t exactly had a good day at work, and neither had he. but you approached the argument either way, even though you probably shouldn’t have.

“we’re happy, aren’t we?” he asks in a taunting way, “why do we need to tell the whole world we’re together if we’re content.”

“omi,” you take in a sharp breath, “we have been together for eight months. eight. that’s more than half a year.”

“yeah, so?” he raises an eyebrow, shrugging. you hate the way he’s so dismissive whenever the two of you come to a disagreement. while you’re usually level-headed, you tended to have a complete change in personality when you were arguing with someone. just like today.

“do you- oh my god, kiyoomi!” you huff, “i’ve been nothing but patient for the past seven months, but this is a limit that you’re crossing. i thought that after so much time you would be comfortable but no-”

“this is getting annoying,” he sighs, “why are you acting out like this? everything was fine until last month.”

“because,” you grit your teeth, “i don’t wanna be some secret fling anymore. if you can’t take responsibility then i don’t want to be a part of whatever this is.”

“you do realize you’re behaving just like nami, right? that nagging pain in my ass who kept telling me to make our relationship official even though we dated for only two months.

“w-what?”

“what else do you think?” he taunts. you can tell he’s lost his cool but the things he’s saying pricks at your heart. it hurts. it hurts so much that you don’t know how tears start flowing down from your eyes. sakusa isn’t looking at you, he’s pouring himself a glass of water in the open kitchen while you look at his back in disbelief from the living room. you wipe at your cheeks and when your boyfriend finally turns around is when he realizes how badly he’s screwed up.

“[y/n]-”

“save it, you jerk,” you spat, “go find another pain in the ass to sleep next to tonight, i’m going over to atsumu’s.”

sakusa’s eyes widen in fear, he keeps the half-empty glass on the counter haphazardly, following after you like a lost puppy until you slam the door on his face. he flinches, breathing unevenly and irrational thoughts racing in his brain.

“i’m sorry,” he says, leaning his forehead against the white door, “that was a jerk move.”

he hears shuffling on the inside—it felt like you were sliding your back down on the door. he heard a few sniffs, and guilt ate away at him. he didn’t mean to hurt you at all, but the words came out on their own. maybe it had been the swarm of fans outside the gym today because of hinata’s birthday that ticked him off. or the fact that one of his tires punctured on the way back home from work. he doesn’t know why all of this happened, but he wants to go back to how the two of you would be in the bathroom applying lotions and creams to your faces before going to bed. you would make jokes saying that kiyoomi looks like a ghost and he would say that you don’t look too different either. sometimes he’d poke your waist before leaving the bathroom just to see how you’d react. sometimes he’d kiss the top of your head and immediately make a yucky expression because some of the lotion got onto his lips and made his whole mouth taste like bitter, soapy flowers.

he doesn’t get a reply from you. but he still stands there, waiting for you to open the door or give him an earful.

and after around fifteen minutes, you do come back out. but with a bag filled with some essentials, and a mask covering your face. sakusa’s eyes perk up, “where are you going?”

“move,” you seethe, “i’m going to atsumu’s for the night.”

“i can’t let you do that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to cup your cheeks. you take a step back from him, and his heart breaks. he tries to look into your eyes but you’re looking everywhere but at his own.

“well excuse me if i don’t wanna be a pain in someone’s ass,” you mock, “now, move.”

“i didn’t mean it,” he cries. his eyes are red, and he looks miserable. you roll your eyes, even though you want to believe him, “omi, i’ve known you for five years. you say shit you mean when you’re angry.”

“i wasn’t angry,” he reasons, “i’ve had a bad day, and i know that doesn’t excuse anything but you’re not like her. i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve it. i don’t deserve you.”

“look, kiyoomi,” you sigh, “figure it out, okay? i don’t wanna be treated like crap. i’m leaving for now, but i’ll come back later.”

“[y/n]-”

“no, omi,” you say, walking away from him, “i said, figure it out. i’ll be back tomorrow night. until then, sort your thoughts out. okay?”

you turn, walking towards the door and opening it. you glanced back one last time to say goodbye when you catch a glimpse of his face.

“please don’t leave me,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. your eyes soften, “i’m not leaving you, dummy. i’m just goin’ over to atsumu’s to cool off for the night. i’ll be back tomorrow. till then, just. reflect, or something.”

“o-oh. um, okay. uh, can i ask you a question before you leave?”

you nod, humming as you grip your bag tightly. his voice is quiet, “are we gonna be okay?”

“i don’t know, omi. i don’t know. but we can try.”

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

kuroo was always sophisticated. you appreciated that about him. in fact, it's what drew you to him more. he was so ambitious in college; he could go on about volleyball for hours. it would be like that on your dates at first. you, him, a muffled movie, blankets and random talks about your futures together.

but when your futures are what drift you apart, can you really blame each other? you weren't college kids anymore—the pipedreams you shared weren't real, life caught on and jobs became hectic. schedules didn't fit with one another anymore. you grew up, and so did he.

and that might've taken a turn for the worse. the complete opposite of what you had imagined it would be.

"tetsurō," you say, losing your patience by the second, "i'm only asking for you to make time. you work overtime way more than you need to and it's honestly affecting our relationship-"

"does your job not affect our relationship?" he asks cockily, raising an eyebrow. you scoff, "you know i gave up that promotion so we could spend more time together. why can't you put in some effort too? it's not like i'm asking for much!"

"i'm only working overtime for us, [y/n]. where the hell do you think all the money goes? it's savings. for us. i work for us. what, am i just not supposed to do that anymore?"

"i didn't say that," you pause, "make time for me, tetsurō. that's all i'm asking from you."

he grumbles, running a hand through his gelled hair. and then, he says something under his breath that you thought would've never come out of his mouth.

"nari wasn't like this at all. tch."

you blink, tilting your head to make sure you heard him correctly. he's taking his coat off and hanging it in the rack. he doesn't see the way your eyes fill to the brim with tears as you whisper, "what?"

he pauses abruptly, turning around, "love, i didn't mean-"

"your ex didn't give up her promotion for you because she was fucking her boss behind your back," you grit your teeth, "if you want me to do that too, all you had to do was just say so."

kuroo stops in his tracks. mouth opening and closing like a goldish’s. he looks shocked at the sudden change in your attitude, but he knows it was deserved. you run up the stairs, locking yourself in your shared bedroom as your fiancé paces around the apartment in worry.

he fucked up. and that too, terribly. it took him a long while to move on from his first love—and who was the one who helped him throughout the process of him returning home drunk off his ass or needed soothing? you. you, his best friend, his roommate (at least, that's all you were back then), and someone who was irrevocably in love with him but never uttered a word.

it took him a long time to convince you that he was over his ex, and that he'd realized he was in love with you all along. college kids might've been all you were, but you were intelligent enough to know that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. his corny chemistry jokes, your clumsy habits, him being better at sports and you being better at video games, him knowing how exactly to make your coffee in the mornings, you knowing just what he needed whenever he was sick. you two just clicked. there was nothing complicated about it, really.

he was the one who proposed to you. and now, it seemed like he was the one who was breaking your relationship into pieces. kuroo cursed, taking his shoes off and racing up the stairs. just then, you stepped out with a bag.

"i'm going over to kenma's," you mutter, "leave me alone for now."

he shakes his head, "no."

you raise an eyebrow at him. your somewhat calm composure scares him, but he continues, "i can't let you leave. i need to fix this."

"you can't just ‘fix this��, tetsurō," you say, trying to walk down the stairs. but he grabs your arm, "i'm sorry. none of that should've been said."

"but you said it anyway, didn't you?" you retort, "what, you want a fortune cookie for apologizing?"

"[y/n]-"

"go back to your so-called nari if you miss her," you snarl, "i'm done."

"no," he cries, "we aren't done. stop."

you continue walking towards the front door, and he grabs your bag. you tsk, trying to take his hand off. but his grip is too strong.

"stop walking away and listen, will you?" he says. his voice is barely a whisper. your eyes cloud with anger, "i've been trying to talk to you for the past hour. but all you've done is demean my feelings for the entire time, and you even had the audacity to compare me to your ex. do you know how hard it was for me to date you in the beginning?"

"i-i do," he sighs, "please, just listen to me. i'm sorry. reminding you of my ex was uncalled for. i won't do that ever again. it was an honest mistake, i swear."

"tetsurō," your voice cracks, "do you even know just how much you hurt me tonight?"

and he sees it. you break down. you stop acting like everything is okay, and your eyes finally let out tears in front of him. you had probably already cried in the bedroom as you packed your overnight bag, but here you were, sobbing as you tightly held onto his dress shirt, hands forming fists. his eyes soften, and he cradles your cheek with his hand, "i know saying 'sorry' isn't gonna be enough. but i really am sorry. i love you, and i can't lose you because i was an idiot and said shit i didn't mean."

he looks up, a few tears of his own falling from his eyes, "i'm sorry. please, just-"

you place your head on his chest, your forehead making contact with his clothed skin. he looks down, abruptly stopping as his hands reach the back of your head, caressing your hair. your cries are quieter than before, tuning down to mere sniffs, "you hurt me, tetsurō."

"i know," he says, nodding, "i shouldn't have said any of that."

"do you," you pause, as if to wonder if you should really say it out loud. to save yourself of the pain, maybe. but you keep going, "do you still think about her?"

kuroo cups your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes, "i'm gonna be honest with you. i found some old high school photos on my laptop today. it's the only reason i even thought of her."

you whimper against him. god, how he hates seeing you like this. he kisses the top of your head before reassuring you, "you don't have to worry about me thinking about anyone who's not you. i can assure you that literally everyone around me knows how much i love you."

you almost roll your eyes. he lets out a sad chuckle before continuing, "no, really. kenma gets annoyed by how much i talk about you sometimes. so do some of my co-workers. i was gonna ask you to come to the expo with me, and they were all going to complain about me to you."

a giggle escapes your lips as some tears fall. kuroo presses a kiss to your nose before whispering, "you don't know how much i love you. the words simply aren't enough. and i hate myself for making you think any less."

"tetsu," you let out a sound before wrapping your arms around him. he laughs, wiping a stray drop away from the corner of his eyes. kuroo lets out a strangled sigh, "you don't know how much it means to me that you're calling me that again."

"tetsu," you say again. he looks down to see you peering up at him, "i love you. please don't say anything dumb like that ever again."

"if i do, i give you full permission to throw concentrated hydrochloric acid into my eyes."

— OIKAWA TŌRU.

you were embarrassed by your fiancé today. again.

oikawa tōru was your high-school sweetheart. he was your first love, your everything. his smile made your heart skip a beat, his touch made you forget about the rest of the world, hs gaze made you think all your problems were tiny compared to your love.

until he had to leave, that is. that was probably one of the most strenuous parts of your relationship—life, maybe. he loved you too much to make you feel the pain of his absence, and you loved him too much to let him go without you. so what did you do? you applied to universities in argentina for your courses.

and you got in. the day you broke the news to him through a surprise party with your friends by your side, you saw him be the happiest boy on earth. his eyes went from the dullest brown to being as bright as the sun. his smile returned, and you embarked on a journey. together.

years flew by. you grew older, more mature and responsible. you had some ups and downs—one really bad argument happened back in college where the two of you took some time off and thought about everything you wanted from life. but then he showed up outside your friend's apartment(where you were staying then). it was raining heavily that night, his hair was slopping wet and sticking to his face. he was with someone during your time off, and he realized that everything that he wanted in life was you.

because it was you, who understood him. you, who supported his dreams. you, who he was so irrevocably in love with that he compared everyone else to you. the three-month break meant nothing. the words he had said during the argument meant nothing. he was yours; he was always going to be yours. ever since he met you at the park as a child trying to chase his toy car, he was yours. remember that time when the two of you had your first kiss while star gazing on the roof of your home? yeah, he still blushes while thinking about it.

you were bitter at first—that he'd gone to someone else after the two of you had taken a break. but with time, you understood that too. he couldn't ask for more.

but today irked you. the past two months irked you. you were grown-ups now. you had responsibilities. just as how oikawa was your responsibility, you were his. so why is it that, in the past two months, oikawa tōru stood you up on every single date the two of you had meticulously planned to fit into both of your schedules? all six of them.

"tōru," your voice is stern, "what part of 'you stood me up' don't you understand? even after i spent a week trying to plan tonight out? i get that your career is important but you spending extra hours at the gym practicing isn't work. it's you being stubborn."

"if i'm stubborn then you're a hypocrite," he retorts, "you pin the blame on me all the time. do you not remember how you kept postponing because of your dumb endless meetings? when i was the one that was free? when it wasn't volleyball season?"

"those dumb meetings are why i earn so much more than last year," you're firm as you pour yourself a glass of wine, "you're being childish, tōru. do you know how embarrassing it was for me? at the same restaurant where you've been abandoning me for the past few months? it's been six times where i've had dinner alone."

"oh, so i'm being childish?" he asks, in a mocking tone. his voice gradually getting louder, "i was at work, [y/n]. i had to work. because i have a game next week. what part of that is so complicated for you to understand?"

"what part of 'we planned this beforehand because you have a game next week and won't be free then' is not understandable for you?" you retort, sipping from your glass as you walk toward the living room. the hardwood floors feel nice against your feet, and just as you're about to sit down on the couch, you hear something you never thought you would.

"tch. yuri wasn't like this at all when i was with her."

the glass of wine in your hand almost falls, but you get a hold of your grip in time. the mature argument you thought you were having isn't 'mature' anymore. oh no, it's much more. you place the glass on the coffee table before looking at him with fury.

"excuse me?" your voice is much ruder than before, "the girl you pity fucked? the girl you were with for the three months when we weren't together? the girl you fucked, pretending that it was me? really, tōru?"

he flinches at your sudden change in tone. his lips are pressed in a straight line as he finally looks at you. your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and betrayal, your eyes covered with rage—but oikawa knows that there are tears behind the clouded anger, ready to spill at any given moment. you were an open book to him, but right now, you were building walls between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break.

"i-i didn't mean that-"

"oh yeah?" you taunt, stepping a little closer, "what would you do if i went back to the one-night-stand i had when we took a break, huh? what then? do you want me to tell you he was better than you?"

he winces at the words. gosh, he doesn't remember the last time you lost your cool in this way. the last time you two had an argument as serious as this, was in college. both of you were childish back then. but now? you were the one who was trying to stay calm and talk it out, whilst he acted like a total buffoon.

"you know what?" you voice cracks, "screw this. screw you. i'm going over to a friend's. fuck whoever you want."

your footsteps are like pins pricking into his heart when you walk up the stairs of your home. the slam of your shared bedroom door makes him flinch, and his eyes close. when they open, he sees your degree hung up on the living room shelf where his trophies and medals sit.

fuck.

he remembers how he'd warned you that argentina would be nothing like japan. back when the two of you were just kids. back when you left your country and came here, just because he would be alongside you.

he still remembers the day you’d shown him your acceptance letter. you moved halfway across the world for him. you didn’t even bother applying to japanese schools because of him. you learned a whole another language for him. and what did he do in return? he told you that the two-and-a-half month fling he had was better than you.

he curses himself as he runs up the staircase. when he opens the door to your bedroom, he finally sees you. sitting at the edge of your side of the bed, clutching a bag as small sobs escape your lips. your ring sits prettily on the nightstand, staring back at him in horror. the ring that was always on you, that you never took off, was sitting somewhere that wasn’t your finger.

he walks up to you slowly. taking in a sharp breath, he kneels down in front of you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your skin. you choke back a sob as you ask, “what do you want now?”

“i’m sorry,” he voice is soft, “whatever i said down there was uncalled for. i was acting like a child. you shouldn’t have had to go through that. i’m pretty sure that one-night-stand you had would treat you better than how i’m doing at the moment.”

you chuckle before mumbling, “all i wanted was to spend time with you. we even planned it together because i didn’t wanna bother you with the upcoming season.”

god, how he wishes iwa-chan was here right now so he could get a beating. this is probably the first time he wanted to get beaten up by his best friend willingly.

“i know. i’m sorry. i love you, and i think i just,” he pauses, as if thinking of what to say. or confirming in his mind that it’s the right thing to tell you, “i think i said what i said because you weren’t agreeing with me. i got so used to you doing things for me that i took you for granted. and you didn’t deserve any of that. you deserve someone way better than me. hell, you studied your ass off in high-school so you could come to a whole new country just because of me. you did so much for me. i guess... i guess that got to my head a little. you love me so, so much and i’m so grateful. but [y/n], i proposed to you because i don’t think i can even breathe properly without you by my side. so call me selfish, but i still want you to stay. please don’t leave me because i was an arrogant idiot who said things he didn’t really mean.”

“i’m not going to leave you, tōru,” you murmur, “i’m not going anywhere just because we had a stupid argument. we’re both adults.”

“do you um,” he’s scared of completing his sentence because you might say yes, “still need to go over to your friend’s house? i can drop you if you’d like. i don’t want you driving while you’re feeling so low.”

“no, no,” you wipe away your stray tears with your other hand, still holding onto oikawa. you pause, pondering if you really want to say the words you’re thinking, “tōru?”

he hums.

“please don’t say anything like that ever again,” you look at your lap instead of his honey-brown eyes, “i don’t know what i’d do if you did.”

he understands what you mean. he gets it. he knows that you will leave if he repeats his mistake. because as complacent as you were, you still had a lot of respect for yourself.

“i promise.”

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