#the chowder society

[barnun]

I'll take you places you've never been . Show you things you've never seen. I'll watch the life run out of you.

Alma Mobly- ghost story

[gamebunny-advance]

Pikmin 4 Planet Generalizations

I added this to the big Pikmin 4 Character Trivia post, but I know most people aren't going to be checking for updates on that (btw, there's been a few, so check that out if you're interested).

These are observations I've made about similarities between castaways from the same planet. Since Pikmin has made a habit of saying that certain traits are inherent to specific races/planets, such as the Koppaites' inability to plan and being picky eaters and the Hocotatians' preference for vegetables and seeking treasure, it may be safe to say that similarities found between castaways from the same planet might be reflective of their respective races.

However, this is all speculative on my part. Do not take any of the following as fact.

I also haven't included any castaways/planets where there was only 1 castaway to get info from since unless they explicitly said so, there's no way to determine what traits are theirs and what could be attributed to their race/culture. Info like that would be a part of the main trivia post.

Sozor (Dalmo, Grace, Horatio)

Have anti-social personalities. Dalmo prefers creatures to people, Grace seems disinterested in society as a whole, and Horatio is inept at social interactions (compared to other castaways).

Flukuey (Jin, Molly, Dash, Patch)

Have unstable professions and/or are adventure seekers. Jin is an explorer, Molly is a streamer of limited success, Dash is a spelunker from a well off-family, and Patch is unemployed but purposefully puts himself in dangerous situations for the thrill.

Ooji (Francois, Kingsly)

Love flowers/plant life. Francois studies plant-life, and Kingsly is a florist. Given that Ooji is also said to have "lush jungles," flora may be very important to everyday life on the planet.

Koodgio (Lapi, Boris)

Artistic types. Lapi is a painter and Boris is an author.

Siguray (Shnauz, Kit, Osa)

Interested in the qualities and history of materials and items. Shnauz appraises treasure, Kit is interested in minerals, and Osa is interested in archeology.

The following are castaways where it's difficult to determine if their similar traits would be found in their race due to other factors:

Ogura (Sy, Pitunia)

Both are interested in studying the onion and their environmental factors surrounding it, but both are also a part of the Research Task Force, a group made of individuals that are interested in studying the planet in general, so it's hard to say if this would be something inherent to all Ogurains, or if they just happen to have a mutual interest in this area of study.

Enohee (Ren, Frise, Muggs, Wolfgang)

3 of the 4 are a part of the same TV crew, so would have common interests by default. Arguably all 4 are interested in entertainment as Ren was on a cooking show, so TV might be a very important industry to Enohee.

Neechki (Kaia, Sheeba, Keesh, Mika, Chewy)

4 of the 5 are in the same club and would have similar interests by default (and even then, Mika admits that she knows very little about planetary science), and Chewy has little in common with the rest of them. However, Chewy notes that Sheeba also resembles her boss, so it's possible that the "small" body type is very common (but not exclusive) to Neechikians.

Nijo (Santi, Bernard)

Both became pilots and were prone to changing jobs frequently, but their "Dynamic Duo" shtick of always being a part of each other's lives is played as a joke, so their similar lives/interests may not have anything to do with their race/culture.

Planets where I couldn't identify a common thread:

Enohay (Puddle, Vonda, Bernise)

I would have said creative/artistic fields due to Puddle being a stylist and Vonda being a singer, but I don't think a fortune-teller really falls under that umbrella. Perhaps they're all "dramatic"?

Conohan (Twyla, Chowder, Alpin, Fawks, Beaux)

They all have different professions and interests, two are siblings, and none have especially similar personality traits. In a sense, I suppose this would imply that Conohan is a very diverse planet.

Ohri (Yonny, Dingo)

Neither seems to have much in common with the other aside from being in the Rescue Corps.

Giya (Shepherd, Collin, Russ)

Another diverse group of only rescue officers. However, given the stark difference between Collin's and Russ's financial situations, there are implications that Giya has significant class inequality.

[stuffyflowers]

What are your Dalv and Anyone Other Than Starlo dynamic headcanons

OK SO!!!!! DALV FRIENDSHIPS…… what a world it would be if I had two whole friends……….. so criminally underrepresented in this fanbase but I guess I have to be the change I want to see in the world..

So in marts case, I like to think they hang out the most given their close distance. It’s good to have someone much more outgoing than him to assist with his reintegration into monster society; she helps him reintroduce himself to the locals and gets his name out there, like by hanging up posters for his organ concerts all around snowdin and such. They’re both creatives at heart too, I think they’d always talk about and share progress on their projects with each other. Mart helps fill up his new house with little wooden trinkets she made (maybe even bigger stuff like furniture… it would be a nice way to show how much she’s learnt and improved since becoming chujins apprentice all those years ago) and Dalv returns the gesture by showing her early drafts of his books and organ performances. They also would probably talk about clover a lot, too. Starlo and Ceroba have each other, but neither martlet nor dalv were already close to anyone else Clover bonded with. Definitely a lot of reminiscing on how they changed both of their lives for the better. There’s maybe even some shared feelings of guilt from both of them, that they let this human who affected them so deeply sacrifice themself for the good of their people… Maybe they use their combined creative talents to create another little memorial for them…

And ceroba aughhhhhh dalv and ceroba. Do you ever think about how similar they are. They’ve both dealt with an absurd amount of trauma and regret, and perhaps not dealing with it in the best way for a long time. They would be able to connect with each other through that, I think. Knowing what it’s like to be trapped in that spiral of depression, isolating themselves from those who try to reach out to them and lashing out at clover in the hopes that it would fix their problems. They’d also enjoy hanging out in general, of course. Ceroba “they’re a bit too rowdy for my tastes” and Dalv “wants to be left alone” would appreciate each others more relaxed company on occasion. Ceroba brings him corn in the credits, I like to think it’s a weekly thing of sorts. She takes it from the weekly markets and then they share a nice dinner using it as the main ingredient. Maybe she shares the corn chowder recipe she used to make for her family? Dalv is still used to literally only eating corn that it’s nice to have a little more variety, even if it’s still just corn in some way. Oh and of course ceroba is the one who finally lets dalv know what happened to his friend. Why they stopped leaving corn at his door. There were a lot of tears that day, but it was definitely good for both of them: ceroba telling the truth to people after hiding it all for so long, and dalv finally getting closure, knowing why his friend never returned, but perhaps he will still be able to see her again one day…

[demonvampire180writes]

Date at the Animal Shelter

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“We’re only going to look, Evan. We’re too busy to have animals.” Tommy reminded his boyfriend for the fifth time in the last hour. Today was the first day off they’d had together in what felt like months and Evan had asked if they could go see the animals at the surrounding shelters. Tommy knew how much the man loved animals - cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, you name it, he loved them - so he was hard pressed to tell him no. It’s not that Tommy didn’t also love the cute, furry, four legged fiends, but his love was on an entirely different level. The two of them would run a farm if Tommy let Evan keep every stray animal he brought home with puppy dog eyes, begging to keep them until they could get them to a shelter.

It had only been five months and Tommy didn’t have enough fingers and toes to keep count any longer.

“No, look, I know.” Evan replied as he slipped on his shoes, looking stunning in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of slim fit joggers. “But I figured I could offer to like, help walk the dogs or something while we’re there. The shelter is always short staffed and getting to hang out with some dogs seems like a pretty awesome thing to do on my day off.”

“You know, walking the dogs is how you end up falling in love with one, right?” Tommy teased, pulling Evan into a side hug to kiss his temple. Evan batted at him with a pout on his lips which caused Tommy to laugh and plant another sloppy kiss, this one to his cheek. “No animals, Evan Buckley.” He reiterated once more, booping his boyfriend on the nose before dancing away from his flailing arms. He thought he heard him mutter, we’ll see about that, under his breath as he scowled through the doorway but Tommy chose to believe the man knew better.

An hour later they were at the LA County Human Society. Evan made an immediate beeline for the caged animals where an enormous brown rabbit munched on some hay, its beady eyes focused everywhere but at the people. Evan poked his finger between the bars and cooed at the animal, trying his darndest to get it to move closer so he could pet it. Tommy watched on fondly, hands in his pockets, but didn’t move any closer.

After a couple minutes of futilely trying to win the rabbit over, Evan moved to another stack of cages where a couple of chunky guinea pigs curled up under their little plastic castle, snoring away. In a different cage, one lay pressed against the bars as he squeaked softly, seemingly unbothered by the chaos of the shelter. Evan looked beyond gleeful as he stuck his fingers once more through the cage bars to stroke the unruly black fur of the rodent. Even after the creature tried to take a chunk out of him he turned to Tommy with the widest smile and beamed, “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Tommy humphed. “For a rodent.” Hey, he didn’t hate the creatures but he didn’t quite understand the concept of keeping them around as pets. Evan cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing. Instead he turned back around, peering into each cage and attempting to pet any living thing within reach.

Once he’d finished his perusal of small animals, he washed his hands in the provided sink and they made their way into the cat colonies. There were about twenty cages, stacked two high, lined along one wall. On the other side were five small rooms, no more than 4x6 feet big with cat trees and litter boxes pressed against the glass walls. At the very end were three brightly colored doors with medium sized windows to look through. They were, Tommy assumed, the visiting rooms. 

A litany of meows surrounded them as the small creatures pushed themselves against their enclosures, trying their hardest to garner the humans’ attention. Some of the cages hosted two or three kitten sized cats, a chowder of them if you will, while most of them seemed to host one full grown animal. Tommy joined his boyfriend in the cooing this time, approaching each cage with a grin on his face as he poked his fingers through so he could stroke their soft fur.

One cage held a terrified white and black spotted cat named Mary who laid in her litter box, her pupils dilated so big you couldn’t tell what color her eyes were. Another held an orange cat named Georgie who rubbed himself aggressively against the bars, screaming the song of his people. One of the cages with kittens had a trio named after different types of French buns. Another with a litter named after Little Debbie sweet treats.

The two men stopped at each one, spending just a little bit of time with every animal, Tommy’s heart breaking just a bit as he thought about how some of these guys would stay trapped in their cages until they breathed their last. The oldest he’d seen was Mary at fourteen. While she looked healthy, Tommy knew it could be difficult to find adopters for elderly animals. Everyone wanted babies they could raise and mold into their own. He hoped that someone would get that beautiful girl out of her shell and into a good home.

They wandered over to the other wall to peer into the glass enclosures, staring as the cats napped and played. It was in the last room that Evan stopped to stare. Tommy followed his line of sight and mentally let out a breath, knowing that he may have just lost the battle. A small grey and white tabby cat batted at a catnip ball hanging from one of shelves on the floor to ceiling cat trees. It had an elastic band and the cutie would grab onto it with his claws before promptly falling to side to bunny kick the hell out of it, biting into it like he was biting into his prey. He was perfect. With the exception of one thing.

This beautiful baby had one eye.

Tommy looked at the paperwork hanging in the window, searching until he found info for the cat Evan’s eyes hadn’t left. Finding it, he let out a snort that finally got the other man’s attention. “What?” He asked, his eyes drawn back to the cat.

“His name.” Tommy laughed, knowing that telling Evan was basically setting their fate in stone.

“What about it?” He asked, his hand on the door to the enclosure.

“Evan.” Tommy grabbed the man's hand and pulled him to stand next to him, forcing him to look. As soon as he saw it he guffawed, his blue eyes sparkling with pure mirth. “Evan, his name is Jack Sparrow.” The one year old had been found, malnourished, in the streets and had been surrendered to the shelter by his heroes. He’d been neutered, and vaccinated, and was ready to be taken home that day. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I think he’s perfect.”

“If you go in there Evan, we’re going to be leaving this shelter with a cat. What did I say before I agreed to come here with you?” His tone was exasperated, but he felt fondness tugging at his heart, loving the way his boyfriends eyes softened as he stared in at the perfectly imperfect animal. Tommy knew, deep in his bones, that the animal could’ve been a hideous, deranged, mess, and Evan would’ve had the compassion to see him and want to take him in and Tommy loved him all the more for it. One missing eye wasn’t a deterrent in the least.

“I just want to say hi.” The man insisted, tugging Tommy towards the door. Sighing, he let himself be dragged in where the cat took immediately to both of them, scenting their legs as he rubbed himself all over them, trying his little best to crawl up their pant legs. Thank God they were both wearing slightly thicker material because this cat had claws like a lion and they were sharper than knives.

Evan leaned down and scooped Jack into his arms, resting the baby’s front paws on his shoulder while supporting his hind paws on his forearm. Jack began to purr, his motor loud enough to be heard across the room, and rubbed himself all over Evan’s stubble. Evan ran his hand down the cat's back, speaking in soft tones as he cuddled him, laughing as he was aggressively pet back

 Tommy’s heart melted and he couldn’t stop the wild image of snuggling on the couch with Jack nestled between them, one paw on Tommy’s leg with his tail curled over Buck’s. Shaking out the image, Tommy said, “Alright Evan, time to go.” His boyfriend’s face fell, and as he expected, was reluctant to put his new friend down. It took another handful of strokes, and softly whispered I love you’s before he could bear to let go. Tommy wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close. “We don’t have time.” He whispered, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “I’d love to bring him home, but we just can’t right now.”

“I know.” Evan huffed, dejected. “Let’s go see the dogs now. I wanna ask if we can help walk them.” Tommy nodded and pulled his boyfriend along, his chest tight as he watched Evan look back towards the cat area repeatedly, his eyes full of yearning.

The younger man's mood bounced back as soon as they entered the dog pens. If the cats had been loud, the dogs were deafening as they barked and growled at the visitors. But neither of them cared. Buck’s head swiveled, looking for an employee, and as soon as he found one he made a beeline for her, his own tail wagging as he approached. Tommy didn’t pay him any mind, instead glancing briefly into each kennel. A lot of the dogs were laying down on their beds, staring with big, pleading eyes into the outside as if all their energy had been drained from them. A few of them stood at their gates, tails wagging as they greeted each new stranger with abandon.

There mostly seemed to be big dogs, the smallest being a Jack Russel mixed with something else kind of small. And a lot of these ladies and fellas were older, with the youngest being three years old. There must’ve been a recent surge of surrenders and he briefly wondered why. His heart broke for these guys. Or he thought it had. Until he came upon a kennel with a dog that lay in its bed, facing away from the outside world. Tommy could just make out a pair of long, floppy ears, its coat a greying red-brown and white. The dog's sides barely moved as it breathed.

I wonder if it’s sick… Tommy thought, frowning. If it was, hopefully the shelter realized and took care of the problem. He stepped back from the gates so he could read the clipboard with information.

Name: Rudy

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Breed: Basset Hound Mix

Spayed/Neutered: Yes

Declawed: No

Reason for surrender:

Tommy’s heart really did nearly stutter to a stop.

Reason for surrender: My elderly dad unfortunately passed away. The shelter called all of my aunts and uncles, to see if someone would take me in, but nobody wanted me. So I came here. I might be old, but I still love to play. I also love to sit at my human’s feet as we watch the wind blow by together. I’d do better in an environment without small children.

Adoption fee: $175, Forget Me Not!

A huge orange sticker was stuck to the bottom of the page with those three words in bold type. Tommy looked over the page and found that Rudy had already been here for three months, and was constantly overlooked due to his age. Wanting to cry, Tommy slowly got into a crouch and clicked his tongue. “Rudy. Hey buddy, hey. Won’t you come say hi?” The animal didn’t move, but Tommy wasn’t about to give up. He softly called his name until those huge, floppy ears perked up and the old man slowly turned to look at him. Tommy whimpered as those giant eyes met his, Rudy’s eyes big and brown with his muzzle turned mostly grey. “C’mere buddy.” Tommy reached into the pail attached to the door to grab a treat, saddened when he realized that Rudy’s pail was mostly full compared to all the other dogs. He held it through the bars and clicked his tongue once more.

Rudy sniffed the air, looking back and forth between it and Tommy before, after a long, long while, getting slowly to his feet. Clearly his old bones ached but he jumped from the bed and lumbered over, giving the treat a smell before licking it. Deciding it was a good enough offering, he very gently took it between his teeth and pulled it from Tommy’s fingers. Tommy grinned like a loon, reaching out to pet the dog on its knobby little head, wanting to kick his feet with glee as the old boy allowed it. When Rudy finished his treat, Tommy held his hand in front of his nose to let him get a smell, and to his joy, received his first doggy kiss, timid as it was.

Internally he was groaning because, if Evan had been gone on Jack Sparrow, Tommy knew that his heart had just been stolen by an elderly dog named Rudy. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that they’d be going home with not one animal today, but two. And for once it’d be all his fault.

Evan appeared then, out of thin air, appearing disappointed. “What’s up, baby?” Tommy asked, standing to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, reaching out to stroke his shoulders.

Evan peered around him as he muttered, “They said that they have volunteer dog walkers, but I have to go through a training program before I can take them out.”

“That’s too bad.” Tommy said, sincerely, knowing that Evan had been so excited about coming here to do just that. “Maybe you can sign up for one of the classes and next time we come you can take someone out.” He perked up at this.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, why not? I’m sure it would be fun.”

“Will you come with me?”

Tommy pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Absolutely. Now, I think it’s about time we headed out. It’s getting late and we haven’t had lunch.”

“I didn’t get to say hi to all the dogs.” Evan pouted, looking longingly into each of the kennels he could see from where they were standing.

Tommy brushed his hair back and looked into his eyes. “I said hi to every single one, I promise. Will that do for today? I’m really, really hungry.”

Evan sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Now I have to go to the bathroom before we make the drive back, can you take the keys and go wait in the car?”

“Maybe I can stay here and pet the dogs while you’re in there…?” He sounded hopeful, but Tommy shook his head, a dastardly plan half formed in his head. “Why not?”

“If I don’t take long enough for you to pet all of them, you’ll be even more sad so take the loss this time, alright?” Tommy brushed his thumb over the pink birthmark over Evan’s eye, smiling indulgently at him, knowing he’d won the battle as soon as Evan breathed in deep and let it out in the most put upon sigh he’d ever heard.

“Yeah, I guess. Give me your damn keys.” Tommy patted him on the shoulder before digging his keys out of his front pocket and handing them over. “Don’t take too long. Now that you mentioned food, I’m starved.” It was his turn to lean in and press his lips to Tommy’s, giving them a little lick before pulling away. Tommy watched him go, making sure his boyfriend was far around the corner before approaching the front desk.

“I’d like to make an adoption please…”

Twenty minutes later, arms laden down with the bare basics, and one of the shelter workers assisting with Rudy and a bag of dog food, Tommy exited the shelter; his wallet was significantly lighter than when they’d gotten there, but he’s not sure he could be mad about it. “Can you stand back just a bit? This is kind of a surprise for my boyfriend.” Tommy asked the brunette following him. She grinned, and nodded, slowing her pace more than he did as he approached the car. Instead of the driver’s side, he approached the passenger side and pulled open the door.

“Tommy, what the heck took so long-” Evan didn’t even get the question out before Tommy set the shaking box down in his lap. Evan’s eyes went huge as he flicked his eyes between the box, then Tommy, then back to the box again, his hands held up as if in a hostage situation. He swallowed hard as his eyes landed once more on Tommy. “Y… You didn’t?”

Tommy leaned away for a moment to take Rudy’s leash, thanking the young woman helping him out. She nodded again, leaned the bag of food against the rear wheel, and disappeared back inside the building. A plaintive meow came from the box, Jack feeling a bit restless inside the confined space. This seemed to snap Evan out of it as he hurriedly pulled it open to rescue the little furball. His eyes welled with tears as he held Jack to his chest, looking at Tommy with so much love it was almost visible to the naked eye.

“Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be fair if I got to bring someone home and you didn’t.” Tommy elaborated, bringing Rudy into Evan’s line of sight. He gasped again, staring into the basset hounds sad, pitiful eyes. “Evan. Meet Rudy. Rudy, meet your other new dad.”

Still holding Jack tightly to his chest, Evan leaned out the door to let Rudy sniff him before stroking his big old head, grinning even as a tear streaked down his face. Once he’d had his fill, at least for the moment, he reached out and grabbed Tommy by the back of the neck to pull him in for what was most definitely an obscene kiss that could’ve possibly gotten them arrested. When they broke apart, Evan breathed against his lips, “I love you, Tommy Kinard. I love you so Goddamn much.” Then kissed him again.

Tommy rested their foreheads together for just a moment as he replied, “Love you too, Evan Buckley. Don’t you forget it.” Then Jack yowled, squirming so hard Evan nearly lost his hold on him to which he promptly shouted, shit! before pushing Tommy away and slamming the door shut. Laughing, Tommy led Rudy towards the back door and pulled it open, lifting the dog into the backseat where he quickly settled, resting his head on his paws as he stared at his new dad. The workers said that he might take a while to warm up, to get some of his energy back, but Tommy didn’t care one way or another. He loved this dog, to the moon and back, no matter what, and he was just so excited to watch his family grow.

Stashing their new supplies in the trunk, he hopped into the driver’s seat, excited for the evening, and days ahead.

[unfortunatetheorist]

The Complete Works of Contradictory Logic in ASOUE: Volume I (Quote Debunk 10)

Part 7 - The Miserable Mill S1 E7

Quick Intro: Surprise! I'm back after what I know has been quite a long while - life's been keeping me busy! As Voltaire once said: "Life is thickly sown with thorns and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them."

Time to carry on where we left off...

And of course we're jumping straight in with Mr Poe-ntless:

01:49 - "We must act now! We must act without delay! We... (sniffs)... need... (sniffs again)... We need... (sniffs some chowder because why not?) Oh! Oh, my! Oh, my, this is excellent chowder. Mmm, mmm, good. Oh, God... [chugs the entire thing - again, why not?]"

How did we ever believe this guy cared about the Baudelaires?

05:06 - "Pink Floyd's "The Wall"... Although Mother wouldn't let me watch that one."

Not contradictory per se, but a beautifully subtle reference to the lyrics of the song 'Another Brick in The Wall, Pt 2.' particularly the chorus:

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone!

So I guess it's contradictory, in a way, to the underlying principles of V.F.D.

07:06 - "They have to do what I say, even my partner here." ~ Sir

Luckily Klaus responds quickly and correctly to this one.

10:06 - "...who joined you for years on a sequence of heists and schemes until the two of you were forced apart by circumstance, and also because you ran off in the middle of the night with a bunch of her valuables?" ~ Olaf. to Evander the Truck Driver

What a way to lose a lady. Something tells me only Olaf would do something like this!

The chocolate bar scene at 10:26 is funny, but not really the kind of contradiction we're looking for.

14:45 - "I'm just an old friend" *sniffs flowers and writhes in disgust* ~Olaf to Georgina

"Um, Dr Orwell's not here right now." ~ Dr Orwell (Georgina) to Olaf.

Sheer genius. Neatly covered with the hilarity of Olaf's facial expression after smelling the flowers.

15:06 - "So he isn't just knocking on Dr Orwell's door because he needs something - for himself?" ~ Georgina

Olaf: *chuckles*, *pulls angry face*, *chuckles*

It's brilliantly timed and brilliantly filmed. Also better/easier to understand when viewed.

15:27 - "...who shares one's brilliance, one's charm, one's dubious moral code in a world gone gloriously wrong." ~ Olaf

Olaf was just trying to find alphabetical words; 'brilliance' and 'charm' have quite different meaning and connotation to 'dubious'.

Also, a world gone 'gloriously wrong', eh, Olaf? I wonder how it got that way...

15:48 - This gem:

Georgina: "I took a solemn oath that my office would be closed to you forever even during regular business hours."

Also Georgina: "How big a fortune are we talking?"

22:22 - "I took a chance on treating you like grown-ups, don't make me regret it." ~ Sir to the Baudelaires

A classic phrase often said to children to enforce good behaviour now twisted to benefit Sir's bank balance. Respect, Handler! This kind of thing goes unnoticed very easily.

25:25 - "You, me, an evil scheme, a little death." ~ Olaf

"La petit mort" ~ Georgina

"You know I love it when you speak Spanish." ~ Olaf

Ok. First off, 'la petit mort' is, in fact, French not Spanish. Secondly, 'la petit mort' literally means 'the little death' but in French slang, it means something else entirely... [Hint: not child-friendly...]

26:10 - "It represents the eyes of God staring down and judging society as a moral wasteland." ~ Klaus

"Oh, that sounds like a fun book." ~ Phil

Not really sure how fun this is... but the same could be said about ASOUE to be fair. Each to his own, I suppose.

37:24 - "We've fought a host of unsavoury characters, including a most unfriendly refrigerator repair person. We've flown a plane into a hurricane. We've been to Peru and back to get home to our children. And today, finally, we'll all be together. What could be wrong?"

Gotta love the sarcasm when it's there.

There's also the piece related to the final scene about Sir mentioning the 'probable' (yeah right) conditions of the Baudelaires, which are actually his own... this isn't as contradictory as it perhaps could've been so not worth writing in full.

~ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

[theliterarywolf]

Hi, I’m here to vent a brainrot take I’ve been forced to see: Chowder (the TV series) promotes sexual abuse because Panini constantly chases after Chowder. Never mind that it’s fiction and that the show clearly paints her actions as over-the-top. I’m so tired, I just want to enjoy my “head-over-heels (or horny) character acts wacky over their object of affection (and usually gets hilariously rejected” in peace, please.

So, it's been interesting to see the current discussion around 'head-over-heels/horny' character tropes in recent years.

Because, of course, a good chunk of it has stemmed from anti-anime standpoints (i.e.: people lashing out at an anime for having a perv character, as if that hasn't been a long-standing trope of the industry since... Forever), but it has stretched out from there.

Of course, taking casualties like Pepe Le Pew, but also in seeing so many posts and video essays about 'Okay, Can We Finally Admit that the Kanker Sisters from Ed, Edd, and Eddy Weren't Funny; They Were Just Rapists?' as well, as you mentioned, Panini from Chowder.

I think, at the end of the day, it's not necessarily bad to talk about recurring tropes. However, a lot of people need to learn that the tropes themselves aren't the issue with society. No, Karen, seeing the pink cat-bear-rabbit thing chase down and kiss the purple cat-bear-rabbit thing isn't why your daughter got in trouble at school for kissing boys. It's because you didn't teach her about boundaries before releasing her onto the public.

[anonil88]

Epidode 7 was probably my favorite episode of Under the Bridge. Felt like we finally got to the thick center of this chowder before I start to skim the fat.

The fat: I get the sympathy "look at how these two characters relate and reflect" angle but the writers have shoved so many different dates and non irl instances into the same day it feels like time isn't passing the way it was before. Certain scenes i felt like someone was yelling out "okay and then next." Those and the odd likely time constraint fictional case changes aside i did enjoy a lot about this episode.

The stock; Its hard challenging your sense of justice in our society when you're not used to it and that is possibly easier when real life people are made fictional characters or more increasingly divorced from their real counterparts. It is difficult to rewire a brain that has already been wired via religion or socialization for crime = all good all bad human. But, thank God life is not so simple there's a lot of gray. As we the viewers reach closer and closer to the finale and trial more has been changed from the real reena virk case. Writers made certain changes in the beginning that now when any of the kids on trial say "we didn't know anything about her" it asks the viewer to think back to the first 4 episodes**. Does anyone here really know who Reena is? They know she was murdered, they are finding out how, but what about this girl. She is a vehicle for their ambitions, guilt, and anger but beyond that who really has found out about Reena or hell any of these kids. Cam? Us the audience? Rebecca? Very clearly not Rebecca (character) even though she has so much in common with Reena as well as Warren. But, she can identify herself with the boy because of their mistakes and race. Becca cannot see why Cam doesn't relate to Warren* despite their similarities because she doesn't understand why Cam doesn't sympathize with her.

That quote about Reena being seen as an animal and weaker than Warren sits in my head a little. Based on another tumblr users post this may have actually been said in court not to Rebecca directly, which was a good change for tv imo. But, it made me think of Warren in his drunken angry state went to his "primal human urge" to hurt something weaker or ignore rather than help. As did every other kid who was a bystander that night but they aren't seen as animals in the same way Reena was up until people saw she was in fact dead. Even now in death she is dehumanized and animalized on the internet because of one bad school picture day. A day we all have tried and failed to get the perfect photo. Still, the most animalistic rabid like behavior is coddled because of privilege. One thing the writers have not held back on us how much they personally do not like Kelly Ellard and offer her 0 remorse that she was given as a child. I dont feel bad for character or real life Kelly but I firmly believe she was failed because of her privilege long before she killed Reena Virk.

One thing i loved about this episode is that I felt Rebecca Godfrey (the writer) all over this episode and in Riley's portrayl. Especially when the character says "I will make sure they know your heart." I think that's what she set out to do with her book and by extension allowing this show, she wanted people to know who these humans are at their very human center. Complicit and redeemable? Complicit and capable? And she felt bad about what tragically happened. I hope wherever she is, if she believed in that sort of thing, that she is proud of her story.

* I think and that moment of his verdict in court shows Cam does care about Warren, Rebecca, and extension all of these kids. This is her home, no matter how small these writers have shrunk its vastness. She sees these kids as versions of her, Gabe, and Rebecca but she is a cop and she does have some standard to uphold. Even though her career and who it represents, her dad & brother her family, is starting to show themselves to be harder to stick by. Similar to Josephine and that false sense of family with CMC disintegrating. Will Cam even go ahead to Vancouver for her job by the end of this?

** Which is quite different from the real life accounts where genuinely it seems those kids and the main group imvolved did not know Reena outside from her extreme antics, the lesser teen cruelty one, and her face.

[gowns]

If you’re going to be a barnacle, I’ll be honest and tell you most mariners hate your guts (more your shells). You and all your buddies collect in amazingly large numbers on the hulls of ships. This slows a vessel down, adding more time to a voyage. So, the ship needs more supplies, fuel, and expensive paint to keep off more of your friends. Even when you die, your shell stays glued tight to whatever surface it’s on. Barnacles can clog the water pipes of engines and do other damage to ships.

Not everyone dislikes you, though. For soups and chowders, chefs like to boil you up, especially your larger relatives that can grow almost as long as this sheet of paper or just as wide at their base. Shipwrecked mariners are overjoyed to find barnacles to eat. The most famous example is after a whale smashed up the whaleship Essex in 1820 in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Some of the starving sailors survived in part by eating stalked barnacles growing underneath their small boats. In Edgar Allan Poe’s novel The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, shipwrecked sailors survive by eating barnacles, and Thor Heyerdahl and his crew enjoyed the barnacles beneath their raft Kon-Tiki on their voyage across the Pacific. Japanese farmers have raised barnacles for fertilizer.

Scientists like to study you. Before Charles Darwin wrote The Origin of Species, he spent eight years writing four volumes on barnacles. US Coast Guard biologists can determine how long a vessel has been at sea, based on the accumulation of barnacles on the hull, and marine ecologists study how ships deliver invasive barnacle species to ports around the world.

[kitwalker02]

In Tyler We Trust

A/N: This is a little Fight Club thingy I wrote and posted on ao3 but wanted to share here also! Enjoy! There’s really no warnings other than mentions of suicide and stuff.

Six months later… and I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't sleep.

No one was asking me if I knew Tyler Durden. Why Tyler’s not here. For all they knew, he had a mental breakdown and retreated back into his repetitive, copy of a copy of a copy, perfect little Ikea world. A safe and secure job behind a computer and hidden away from the world within the blank walls of a cubicle.

Six pairs of black pants. Six perfectly ironed white dress shirts.

At the very least, Tyler Durden could have ended up in an asylum. Wrapped up in a straitjacket. Going crazy looking at the same four white walls day in and day out until he finally loses the last of that weak, pointless grip on reality, or maybe he gets lobotomized like in the movies, or simply takes one too many Xanax and goes out Marla Singer-style… even getting his balls cut off back at the police station would have been a better ending than the one he got.

Instead, Tyler Durden was a button-down, oxford cloth Ikea boy.

He lay in bed with his tumor, Marla Singer, who now had a tumor of her own, one they'd name within the next few months. It could be Tyler, reincarnated from one too many drug-induced, erotic nights, or another Marla. Now, that would be just perfect.

At least there's still the option of getting my penis cut off.

Underground fight clubs and rubbing one off to a bowl of clam chowder were things of the past. Tyler Durden is just an idea now.

The ankle Tyler broke, had long since healed. The gash in my cheek closed up. It would never be gone entirely, but the doctors said it was healing nicely. Every bruise and scar I got from fight club faded and paled, but the chemical burn on my hand remained.

The scar was as prominent and brutal as the night I got it. The lye kiss. Tyler's kiss.

I swear it still burned every time I washed my hands, but then again, I tend to have a pretty active imagination.

After all the destruction, chaos, and pain… why did I miss Tyler Durden? I was perfectly happy in my monotonous, predictable life, wasn’t I? Every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, cry at my support groups, and go to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep.

Because I missed Tyler Durden.

I dreamt about Tyler Durden. He was mad at me. Pissed that I killed him. He said it was my own fault that my life was miserable again. I had a chance to accomplish something, become something, and I blew it all up. Then he'd hit me. Hard. Like the night we met. I'd wake up to Marla above me, shaking me back to consciousness; the following day, my face would have a new bruise.

But then Marla left.

My tumor was removed. My cancer cured. She said all my thrashing around at night made me dangerous to the baby. Our baby. She was scared I was going to lash out. Apparently, I had been becoming violent.

"Go get that fucking abortion like you wanted, Marla."

A bit winded, but that was the last thing I ever said to her.

Now I was alone. I couldn't cry. I couldn't sleep.

That night, when I wasn’t really awake and I wasn’t really asleep, it was just me and Tyler; no one else existed in my unconscious consciousness. Not Marla Singer. Not a tumor on a tumor. But best of all, not a Fight Club around. Just empty parking lots and back doors to bars. No, it was just me and Tyler now, as it used to be. The way it was supposed to be.

Tonight, we were in the rickety old bathroom in the house on Paper Street. The same bathroom where we talked about our fathers…or father. About the great fights we had and will have. The bathroom was filled with so much desire to be different, to fight against the enslavement we call society. And now I was lying fully clothed in a tub filled with murky water. My white button-down was soaked through, my suit jacket weighed me down and Tyler Durden crouched beside me, pressing a sharpened pocket knife into my hands.

"This is freedom. Losing all hope is freedom."

My words coming out of Tyler's mouth. How the tables turn. "This world doesn't need you anymore." His fingers brushed over my burn, over his permanent kiss.

I nodded my head to his words. In Tyler we trusted. "Forget what you think you know about life, about death and especially what you think it means to hit bottom." My whole life was one big letdown. I could only hope death would give my pathetic existence some sort of meaning. And if that meant finally hitting bottom the way Tyler saw fit, then so be it.

"I want you to do me a favor."

Anything for you, Tyler, anything. Just don't let me wake up again. I don’t want you to go.

He tapped his fingers against my fist. The one that held the knife. Our knife.

You want me to slit my wrists. Don't you?

"Wrists are for pussies."

Of course Tyler would think that.

"I want you to slit your throat."

Now how does one go about slitting their own throat?

What did you say? It’s not that I was questioning him; I was just scared that if he stopped talking, I would be shaken awake again, Tyler Durden turning into Marla Singer. Me and Marla alone in our dark room, her lies reflecting my lies. We weren't happy. We were never happy. Not alone and definitely not together.

But she was gone, and by tomorrow morning, so would I.

"Listen to me. This is the sacrifice. Your whole life is fucked. You need to wipe the slate clean. Start over, man."

I wouldn't be waking up this time, would I?

Tyler Durden smiled. When Tyler Durden smiled, the rest of the world got its volume turned down.

Everything else was so far away. Bruises fade, and people go, but not Tyler Durden. He is the only sure thing in this entire fucked up world. I know that now. My eyes are open.

"Have I ever let us down?"

I couldn't argue with that. Not again, never again.

“Everything's going to be fine.”

I met Tyler Durden at a very strange time in my life.

"Hey. It's you and me."

Who I was with Tyler Durden is not who I was with the rest of the world.

And in Tyler I trusted.

[waveofstars]

☕ COZY THINGS TAG GAME !!

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★  ⸻   comfort food(s): Any kind of mexican food, crab rangoons, shrimp, jalapeno crawfish chowder

★  ⸻   comfort drink(s): Iced coffee

★  ⸻   comfort movie(s): La La Land, The Way Way Back, My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki’s Delivery Service

★  ⸻   comfort show(s): Vanderpump Rules, Gilmore Girls, Buffy the Vampire Slayer,  RHOBH

★  ⸻   comfort clothing: Any kind of cozy cardigan / sweater

★  ⸻   comfort song(s): Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers, this is me trying by Taylor Swift

★  ⸻   comfort book(s): The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches 

★  ⸻   comfort game(s): Baldur’s Gate 3, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing

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Warhol, Andy. Campbell's Soup Cans. 1962, pop art, The Museum of Modern Art, New York.

“I used to have the same lunch every day, for 20 years, guess, the same thing over and over again. Someone said my life has dominated me; liked that idea.”

The "Campbell's Soup Cans" series highlights the homogeneity and conformity of consumer culture. The cans are identical, suggesting a standardized and mass-produced product, yet subtle differences between each can. This suggests that even though we may be the same, we have the power to choose our own path and be unique, despite society's pressure to conform. The various soup flavors can represent different personality types or archetypes, allowing the viewer to select which one they identify with. This individual choice and agency is a central aspect of Jungian psychology, which emphasizes the journey towards self-discovery and individuation.

THE SOUP SPECTRUM: How to navigate Campbell's soup selection

Tomato - The Rebel: bold and unorthodox, challenges the status quo of traditional soups with its vibrant and tangy flavor.

Chicken Noodle - The Mother: nurturing and comforting, provides warmth and sustenance like a hug in a bowl.

Split Pea with Ham - The Destroyer: powerful and transformative, brings about necessary change to the palate through the destruction of preconceived notions of what a soup should taste like.

Beef - The Warrior: strong and resilient, fights for a place on the soup menu with its hearty and robust flavor.

Black Bean - The Seeker: restless and questioning, seeks out new flavor combinations and knowledge about the soup world.

Consomme - The Sage: wise and knowledgeable, offers simple but profound wisdom to elevate the soup experience.

Cream of Asparagus - The Maiden: innocent and pure, represents delicacy and refinement with its smooth and elegant texture.

Cream of Mushroom - The Magician: mystical and transformative, turns ordinary ingredients into something extraordinary with its rich and velvety texture.

Cream of Onion - The Trickster: mischievous and unpredictable, adds a touch of humor and subversion to the soup experience with its unexpected sweetness and complexity.

Cream of Potato - The Creator: innovative and resourceful, turns simple ingredients into a satisfying and comforting meal with its creamy and filling texture.

Lentil - The Survivor: resilient and adaptable, can thrive in a variety of soup environments with its earthy and hearty flavor.

Manhattan Clam Chowder - The Explorer: curious and adventurous, seeks out new flavor profiles and experiences with its unique blend of seafood and tomato flavors.

New England Clam Chowder - The Guardian: protective and loyal, defends the tradition and legacy of classic soup recipes with its creamy and comforting texture.

Shrimp Bisque - The Siren: seductive and alluring, draws in with its rich and indulgent creaminess, leaving a lasting impression on the palate.

Vegetarian Vegetable - The Liberator: nourishing force that frees the body from toxins and provides essential nutrients

Broccoli Cheese - The Lover: passionate and comforting, satisfies the palate with its rich and creamy texture.

Vegetable Beef - The Hero: hearty and dependable, always there to provide strength and nourishment in times of need.

Green Pea - The Child: smooth and delicate, with a pure and childlike essence that inspires wonder and curiosity.

Cream of Celery - The Mentor: smooth and sophisticated, offering a creamy blend of knowledge and experience to help guide and mentor others.

Minestrone - The Networker: a vibrant and diverse blend of ingredients, bringing together different flavors and personalities to form strong and enduring connections.

Mulligatawny - The Shapeshifter: a tantalizing and enigmatic blend of spices and flavors, capable of shifting and adapting to different situations and contexts.

Old Fashioned Tomato Rice - The OutKast: a bold and unorthodox blend of classic flavors, standing out from the crowd and challenging traditional notions of what a soup can be.

Onion - The Shadow: a deep and complex mixture, with layers of flavor that reveal a mysterious and enigmatic essence that others may find intimidating.

Pea Soup - The Jester: a light and whimsical blend, with a playful and humorous spirit that never fails to bring a smile to others' faces.

Pepper Pot - The Villain: a potent and fiery blend, with a devious and malicious spirit that seeks to manipulate and control others for its own gain.

Potato with Bacon - The Father: a warm and comforting blend, with a hearty and nurturing essence that provides comfort and protection to those in need.

Scotch Broth - The Judge: a fair and impartial blend, with a strong and savory essence that represents justice and accountability.

Tomato Rice - The Queen/King: a rich and regal blend, with a commanding and charismatic essence that inspires loyalty and devotion in all who taste it.

Turkey Noodle - The Empathic: a comforting and compassionate blend, with a soothing and empathetic essence that understands and connects with the emotions of others.

Bean with Bacon - The Observer: a rich and hearty blend, with a deep and perceptive essence that sees and understands things others might miss.

Cheddar Cheese - The Oracle: a rich and flavorful blend, with a wise and insightful essence that provides knowledge and guidance to those who seek it.

Chicken with Rice - The Messenger: a clear and persuasive blend, with a smooth and communicative essence that delivers important messages and inspires action.

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Bar Harbor Grand Slam Lighthouse Cruise

This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I've already posted the lighthouse photos but never clicked "Post" on this one.

Back in October, I went to Maine to do the Bar Harbor Grand Slam Lighthouse Cruise. I found out about the as I was posting the flyer to the United States Lighthouse Society's Instagram account. (I've been posting there as a volunteer since 2019.)

I immediately started looking for flights and was able to fit it in! I flew to Bangor and stayed there a night before moving to a hotel in Ellsworth the night before the cruise.

The cruise included a free photography class the night before which I attended. I got some great tips and reminders about white balance especially.

Here I am representing with my lighthouse socks.

The tour also included breakfast and lunch which included some clam chowder! I normally would chose a tomato-based chowder instead of a classic potato-based but this was good.

The only things I ate in Maine (other than what I ate on the boat) were lobster rolls and lobster bisque.

This was my favorite shot even though the lighthouse isn't prominently featured.

It was a great trip overall.

[afrourbanbeat]

The Hamptons

Ok, so I have a new obsession this week. Hamptons-style houses. I'm just obsessed with the whole concept of the Hamptons in general if I'm being honest, but I think more especially architecturally and the rich history of the culture of the American elite society vacationing there in the summer. I'm not even American and the first time I heard about the Hamptons was from a movie that I think a lot of us would have seen called 'White Chicks' (a bonafide classic, if you ask me), if you haven't seen it, do yourself a favour and check it out. This post is not about analysing the socio-political or economic structure or even the demographics of the area or even the culture of vactioning in the hamptons through a critical lense, it's about journaling and exploring my own views of what I find architecturally interesting about the place.

Anyways, so the story is set in the Hamptons, located east of Long Island, New York, and has a deep history in the society of the American elites as a vacationing spot where they often tend to have vacation homes and spend their summers there. And I think the story did not do the place justice. To be fair I can't really be mad because the story was centered around the social dynamics of the elite circles, more especially that of the younger white female demographic of the early 2000s as perceived through the lense of the black male gaze. Hence, the architecture of the place was not necessarily an important factor in the story but, it did kind of put the place in the radar of my mind as a place to associate with the wealthy and the elite.

(Grayson Manor, Revenge 2008)

It was from another iconic media depiction that the architectural beauty of the Hamptons actually became something that was burned into my brain and that came from when I was obsessed with watching Revenge, a drama series that was also set in the Hamptons. The main antagonist Victoria lives at the stunning Grayson Manor, of which I believe is a character in and of itself, the lieu of the home ties deeply into the story and further emphasises the depth of the level of wealth that the Grayson family possesses. The sheer magnitude and opulence of the house made the viewer feel the sense of power, wealth and prestige that Emily was going up against by taking on Victoria as her enemy, and even the home itself somehow added to the sense of fear that Victoria instilled into those who came into her 'castle' which in essence it was. The show would often end with her on this scene on the balcony of her room that had this ridiculously breathtaking view of her looking out into the ocean, this scene was always so powerful to me.

(Grayson Manor, Revenge 2008)

There are many more depictions I could talk about of the Hamptons in film and TV, but the last one I'll tell you about is one of my favourites which is on Andrew Zimmerman's show called Bizzare Foods: Delicious Destinations The Hamptons edition! I won't say much, just try and watch the episode but I think through the food and restaurant experiences he shares, he paints a beautiful picture of the culture in the Hamptons and from it I learned that it is the source of one of my favourite drinks, the Long Island Ice-Tea, so shoutout to Long Island for that and the lobster rolls he ate looked really good, and a final shoutout to the clam chowder in the bread bowl. He showed a small snippet of what the food scene is like there and I won't lie, as self proclaimed professional foodie, I am absolutely obsessed and stay dreaming about having a lobster roll with a chilled glass of chenic blanc while watching the sunset on a beautiful restaurant deck in the Hamptons.

How I feel about the Hamptons right now is like an obsessed schoolgirl with a crush, I've been reading about its history, heritage, popular travel destinations, current news affairs etc. My sister calls it hyper fixation but ey! I'm not hurting anyone and it's a lot of fun.

But back to the main focus of this little blog post, the architecture! So what makes a Hampton house? Hamptons homes are defined by the following elements:

Weatherboard-style cladding

Gabled roof or gambrel roof style

Large windows and French doors letting in abundant natural light

Timber floors and staircases

Shaker-style kitchens

Ornateness and elegance

Bright, airy spaces

Minimalist open-plan kitchens

Moulding that is relatively flat

And here are some skecthes (not done by me), that show the architectural characteristic elements that I especially adore about Hamptons houses, which is the gambrel style roof, I find it so unique which is what makes these style of house so interesting to me.

Hamptons home interiors with their signature white and blue, beach style decor accented with soft wooden furniture and neutral colours, always tastefully complimented most often with tasteful decor and the beautiful blue and white ceramic vases with fresh flowers really give Hamptons homes the signature for which they are most loved. This combination creates the most calming atmosphere which is exactly why it makes sense for a vacation home, a place to relax and truly find peace, away from the hustle and bustle of the grind of city life.

So if this is your favorite style of home, I hope you've enjoyed this little post and I hope it's allowed you to take some inspiration for your own home projects. If not hopefully you've enjoyed this little piece I've shared and it's peaked your interest enough to add it to your list of travel destinations, as it has surely been placed on mine.

If you've been inspired and are interested in any designs you can contact my design studio Portal 154 Design Studio for a consultation.

Alright loves,

Ciao!

P.S. Last thing, here are some videos you can check out, the 2nd one has a nice historical breakdown of the History of the Hamptons.

Enjoy!

[fumikomiyasaki]

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Odel Aradia

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Male

𝗔𝗴𝗲: ??? (Unknown, pretty ancient but looks in his 22 and is technically the equivalent of it yet makes himself look older to fullfill that mentor role)

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: ???

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: ???

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁:  202 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Crystal shine purple

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: whitish Grey

Based of: Gandalf

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Forodwyn

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: third year

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 3-B

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, Vice Leader, Ancient Wizard

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Gargoyle Research Society

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Practical Magic

Homeland: Unknown

Sexuality:  Omnisexual

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Left

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Cabbage chowder, Spit-roasted steak, mutton stew

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Cream custard tart, actually anything with Custard,

Likes: Eager to learn people, folk music, Crystal shards, Snowy weather

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Unecessary stress, predjudice, having to depend on something

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆:  Collecting magic artifacts, playing panpipe, relaxing back somewhere

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Any kind of Magic spells,  being a guide, knowledge about history

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬:

Despite his age and wisdom, Odel is one to always stand up and face everything head on... many reports about him have been seen through magical history yet he always changed his name to make sure nobody draws suspicions to his age... In actuality his life us uphold by Lord Astra in return for him to teach magic to his children hence why he been around for so long. Odel has been a guide for many figures and recently been visiting the Grimstone kingdom in hopes of learning more about the curses that plagued this kingdom and potential cures... this was where he encountered Brid and saw the potential in her... taking her under his wing... Popular along the masses, patient, often quick to laugh and care for others, Odel is known to many to be a source of comfort, however if you are his enemy you likely won’t be treated with much mercy. He loves to share knowledge and random trivia, yet he also cares to much to the extent of acting rash. He says his main way is to protect the weak around him and find his place... even if he doesn’t share how long he walks this world already...

Yet he sees it as his duty to be there for proventing the dangers... and for Brid he is dedicated to help her gain the leadership she deserves.

Unique Magic:

Unpassable

Creating a crystal force field that can’t be broken through, to protect something or someone.

Odels look when he wants to look younger:

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American Food: A Tapestry of Taste and Tradition

American Food: A Tapestry of Taste and Tradition

American food culture is a vibrant mosaic woven from the threads of history, immigration, and regional diversity. From the hearty comfort foods of the Midwest to the spicy flavors of the Southwest, the culinary landscape of the United States reflects the rich tapestry of its people and their collective experiences. In this exploration of American cuisine, we delve into the flavors, traditions, and innovations that have shaped the nation's culinary identity.

Colonial Roots: Forging a New Culinary Identity

The story of American cuisine begins with the arrival of European settlers in the New World. Faced with unfamiliar ingredients and cooking methods, these early colonists adapted traditional recipes to suit their new surroundings, creating a uniquely American culinary heritage. Corn, beans, and squash – staples of the indigenous diet – were incorporated into dishes like succotash and cornbread, while native game such as turkey and venison became prized ingredients in colonial kitchens. Meanwhile, trade with Europe brought new flavors and ingredients to the table, laying the foundation for the diverse culinary landscape that would emerge in the centuries to come.

Immigrant Influence: A Global Melting Pot

Throughout its history, the United States has been shaped by waves of immigration from around the world, each bringing with it a rich culinary heritage and a treasure trove of flavors. From Italian pasta and Chinese stir-fries to Mexican tacos and Indian curries, immigrant communities have left an indelible mark on American cuisine, enriching it with new ingredients, techniques, and traditions. In cities like New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles, these diverse culinary influences converge, creating a melting pot of flavors that reflects the multicultural tapestry of American society.

Regional Diversity: From Sea to Shining Sea

The vast expanse of the United States is home to a diverse array of regional cuisines, each with its own distinctive flavors, ingredients, and traditions. In the South, soulful dishes like barbecue, fried chicken, and collard greens reign supreme, while in the Northeast, seafood takes center stage with dishes like clam chowder, lobster rolls, and steamed clams. In the Midwest, hearty fare like meatloaf, casseroles, and hot dishes warm the soul, while in the West, fresh produce and vibrant flavors are celebrated in dishes like avocado toast, fish tacos, and California rolls. Whether it's a classic dish passed down through generations or a modern interpretation inspired by global flavors, American cuisine is as diverse and dynamic as the landscapes that inspire it.

Modern Trends: From Farm to Table

In recent years, there has been a growing interest in local, sustainable, and artisanal foods, driven by a desire for healthier, more environmentally friendly alternatives to mass-produced, processed foods. Farmers' markets, farm-to-table restaurants, and community-supported agriculture programs have become increasingly popular, connecting consumers with fresh, locally grown produce and supporting small-scale farmers and producers. Similarly, there has been a growing interest in plant-based diets, with more Americans than ever before embracing vegetarian, vegan, and flexitarian lifestyles.

Conclusion: Celebrating the Journey of American Cuisine

In conclusion, American food culture is a celebration of diversity, innovation, and tradition. From its colonial roots to its modern-day incarnation as a global culinary powerhouse, American cuisine reflects the rich tapestry of its people and their collective experiences. Whether it's a classic comfort food dish passed down through generations or a modern interpretation inspired by global flavors, American food has the power to bring people together, spark conversations, and create lasting memories. So let us raise our glasses and toast to the ever-evolving journey of American cuisine – a delicious adventure that knows no bounds.

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