#their edits are actually fire bruh trust

[heartz4shauna]

guys if you don’t follow @/akcabz on tiktok yet, DO IT ALREADY RIGHT NOW!!!!! i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing her edits are oh my god

AS WELL AS @/kosmic.ru but i’m pretty sure everyone knows who they are from the comic series of yellowjackets but their edits are so fire too bruh

[anxious-little-faicye]

Arson Family Incorrect Quotes

Miri: What are your pronouns? So I know what kind of monarch to call you.

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Sky: I'd never stab anyone in the back, that's such a boring form of betrayal.

V: You've literally stabbed people in the back, like, fifty times.

Sky: Well, I'd never do it again because it got boring.

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Ada: How petty are you?

Noah: I once edited a wikipedia page to win an argument I was wrong about.

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V: Punch me in the face.

Ari: Punch you?

V: Yes, punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear me?

Ari: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.

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Sky: I’ve invited you here because I desire to play the deadliest game-

Noah, nodding: Knife monopoly.

Sky:

Sky: I was actually going to hunt you for sport but now I’m really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.

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Ada: Where's V?

Miri: They're, uh... busy.

Ari: Busy being an idiot.

Ada: What kind of idiot?

Ari: The "everything is now on fire" kind.

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Ada: Please note, we do not condone violence-

Ari: Or at least not murder.

Noah: And usually not violence.

Sky: Emphasis on the usually.

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Miri: Why my hand shaky?

V: Your skeleton is ready to hatch.

Miri: This is so fucking ominous, thank you.

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Ari: How would you rate your pain?

Ada: Zero stars.

Ari:

Ada: Would not recommend.

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V: Truth or dare?

Noah: Truth.

V: What’s your credit card number?

Noah: Nevermind, dare.

V: I dare you to give me your credit card number.

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Miri: You know how sometimes there’ll be a pack of coyotes that are feasting on a rabbit, and there’s always one, small, runt of a coyote that’s being kept from the meal?

Ari: Yes?

Miri: I’m like the rabbit.

Ari: Oh.

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Sky The Adult tm: Adults are the most insanely stupid people I have the displeasure of interacting with.

Noah, referring to himself and Ada: Even us?

Sky: Especially you guys.

Noah:

Ada:

Noah: Petition to kick Sky out so they stop insulting us.

Ada: Seconded.

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Ari: If I died, would you miss me?

V: Bold of you to assume death means you’re out of this family.

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Miri: Bruh this coffee I bought is so good, I’m so fucking alert I could do a math problem.

Ada: Correctly?

Miri: Now let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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Sky: I swear to God, the next one of you to say "weird flex but okay" is going to lose their kneecaps.

Ari:

Miri:

Noah:

Ada:

V:

V: Preposterous boast, but alas.

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Noah: How To Kiss A Boy

Noah: Slip your hand in his pocket.

Noah: Steal his wallet.

Noah: Don't even kiss him.

Noah: Just run.

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Miri: [holding a stick] I call it The Shusher.

Sky: Why do you call it the Shusher? 

Miri: [smacks Sky on the head with stick] SHUSH!

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V: Stealing is a crime and drugs is a crime too BUT if you steal drugs the two crimes cancel out and you're basically doing a good. Trust me I am a Lawyerman.

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BONUS

[Everybody is standing around the broken coffee maker]

Sky: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Ada: ... I did. I broke it.

Sky: No. No you didn't. V?

V: Don't look at me. Look at Ari.

Ari: What?! I didn't break it.

V: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Ari: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

V: Suspicious.

Ari: No, it's not!

Noah: If it matters, probably not, but Miri was the last one to use it.

Miri: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Noah: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Miri: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Noah!

Ada: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Sky.

Sky: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Noah: Sky... V's been awfully quiet.

V: rEALLY?!

[Everybody starts arguing]

Sky, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Sky: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Sky: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

@blueisbored @thatdude-noah @somebodywithawifi @doodling-dog @uwunus-awwnnus

[lost-incident-kid]

Happy Birthday Miyu Sugisaki (for tommorow) might do some art for her idk

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Edit: ah heck! Ive had this queued for months, but i forgot to actually do the art haha, i’ll get something done overnight so it might be rushed and look like trash, it might look reasonably ok. Who knows at this point. I dont trust the sleepy version of myself to create anything good but hey, theyv created some stuff that wasn’t horrifying before :/

Ok, starting here i legit just start live-blogging myself staying up alnight drawing. Ignore me. I didnt know where else to say it. I’ll delete it later.

Edit 2: this isnt gonna be done. Like frick, i just spent 6 hours on miyu’s fricking hairstyle, thats all done and even shaded and looking fabulous but ive only got a rough lineart for litterally everything else. This might not be done, but if it is then her hair is gonna be a fuckign masterpiece (i hope). Im writing this edit at 1:42am, and im gonna go to bed somewhere between 4 and 5, lets go! Hell yeah! I might do this! Perhaps! Im gonna try! 3-4 sprint time! Yeah!

Edit 3: frick, im failing to do this, miserably. Its 3:03am and i got distracted playing mobile games and didn’t get anything done. My existence is futile, existentially im a waste and I should not exist. The atoms within me deserve to be part of something better. Sorry. I’m a f*ck up and unless I get my sh*t together in the next like 5 mins (unlikely) then this aint gonna be finished.

Edit 4: ok, meltdown like 20% over. Its 3:52am, I think the issue then was the face. Faces r hard bruh, they suck do draw. They a festive lil ho ho ho. I was drawing everything too high up on the face cuz my dumb *ss forgot to draw the line thingys on the face or even look at a reference image for proportions. Ive done it now amd life is now a bit more on track. Might get this done if I continue work in the morning.

Edit 4.5: nothin much (hence the .5), its 4:14am, just downed 4 cups o tea for caffeine and sugar (all the coffee we got is decaf lol). I’m gonna get this sh*t done! Ive litterally only coloured down to the face, neck and the hair but still.... I’m gonna get it done anyway! I dont care about going to bed between 4-5 anymore! I’m getting this done!

Edit 5: its less than ten mins later (4:22am) and im taking a quick 20m break to watch youtube while I wait for the caffeine to kick in because im too braindead to continue right now. Like what art style am i even trying? Idk... its really fricking complex tho. Lowkey pretty tho, like if i finish this im gonna be so proud of it like it looks great. But its taking forever and im need break.

Edit 6: ok we back. Its 4:41am, caffeine has not really kicked in but i cant permit myself any more time anyway. Back to drawning.

Edit 7: holy frick, new episode of the vrains dub came out. Man... im leaving vrains fanart to watch the vrains dub. Am I obsessed? Is this hyperfixation? Probably? Either way, its 4:50am and im going to go watch the new episode. I’ll come back to this when im done.

Edit 8: HOLY FRICK GUYS! THE DRAWING APP IM USING KEEPS CRASHING AND SAYS ITS STILL THERE BUT WONT LET ME CONTINUE AND KICKING ME OFF THE APP?!?! ITS 5:06AM AND THE PANIC ATTAC IS BACC! The new episode of the dub isnt completely out yet, im watching that version on yt where its just smol clips of it. Not all the clips r up yet. I was just going on it while waiting for the next clips to go up and thats when the app did the thing and life got 280% sucky-er.

Edit: 8.5 wahoot it stopped kicking me off the app and it let me continue. Its 5:12am and we are FINALLY continuing.

Edit 9: its 5:36 Im tired sleep time I’ll finis thos in the morning goodbye yall have a greatt day

Edit 10: ok, so im a failure. We live in the timeline that god abandoned. I cannot sleep. I shall get more cups of tea, watch yt until the caffeine actually kicks in, and then continue. Its 6:03 right now, I shall be back. Perhaps half an hour?

Edit 10.5: its 6:11am. Not much has happened, just a slight change of plans. Ik its irrelevant but im liveblogging so i gotta say, my eye hurts so im gonna stop looking at screens. Perhaps gonna try to sleep again, if not then i’ll put read a book, redo my makeup (it smudgey) or straight up just listen to music and stare into the void. Litterally anything other than look at my laptop/phone. Peace out homies, i’ll be back at some point before 7 probably (unless i do go to sleep).

Edit 11: Its 6:41am, my eye hurts. Ive been staring into the darkness and listening to various fallout boy songs. Now i feel edgy. Its been half an hour, so im gonna continue drawing. Caffeine and sugar has worn off again so im tired and unmotivated but yno what, it is what it is. Aint life nifty, i gotta get this done.

Edit 12: 6:52 everything burns im in pain my eye is on frickign fire and it looks bloodshot but now also weird azz headache that i never got one like this before so im gonna turn off all lights cuz that seems to make it marginally better am i dying probably idk either way im not gonna continue for multiple hours it is stare into the void time and stare into the void time alone ok this should be the last update

Edit 13: It is 3:16pm, didn’t continue liveblogging cuz i got one heck of a migrane. Im back and well... Happy birthday Miyu for today! I’m still gonna try to get this god forsaken art done, but holy shit what is that art style i did. Its genuinely nothing like anything ive done before, I don’t remember doing any of the colouring but apparently I did and it looks better than anything ive done before and idk if non-fricked up me can replicate it. I’m starting to wonder if i got bored and just copied it or something, like idk how i did it. Look at it

The grey is the lineart I remember doing but man tHE FRICKIGN HAIR like i couldnt have created that, could I? I can see why it was taking so long yesterday like holy shit man that stuff takes time yno

[juvoci]

8 January 2021

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8 January 2021.

One document. One page. Simply thoughts.

But then the question arises: Which font should I write my thoughts in? Every font has its own personality. And where should I post my thoughts? On a blog? On Twitter? On Tumblr? On Instagram? All of them? One of them? None of them? My old school composition notebook which will probably be destroyed in a fire someday?

And then it becomes about someone not reading my writing. What’s the point of writing if no one reads it? But then I tell myself, I should just do it for myself. Read my own writing and I’ll get better at it. And should I promote my writing or is that vain? And is my writing even good enough to be promoted? I don’t want to bother people, offering them a flaming pile of garbage.

And when people tell me they love my writing are they just lying so I don’t feel bad? And when people tell me my writing sucks are they just jealous? Is it all up to me to decide how the world sees me? Is the world what I see it as, and not what anyone else sees, so that only my opinion ultimately matters? Because all is one?

I don’t know.

There are some things you should share with the world and there are some things that you shouldn’t. But how does one know the difference?

Anyways, I want to be a writer. Or... I am a writer...? I’m writing now, so I guess I am...? Uh, well, anyways. Yeah, I love writing. I love words. Typing sentences on the keyboard to me is like playing the piano, conducting a symphony. Language is beautiful. I love the lines which make up letters which make up words which make up sentences. I love how sentences have meaning, but they are also open to interpretation because all language is relative and infinite. There’s no way for me to express exactly what I mean and there’s no way for you to understand exactly what I mean. You’ll interpret my words for yourself, and any certainty you have about what I intended to mean is still just part of your interpretation. It’s an infinite regress, a fractal, beautiful.

I love writing. But here’s the dilemma I have: No motivation to publish anything. Or at least not publish anything in a “formal and edited and professional” way. When I spend too much time “re-reading and editing” my writing, I lose the spark of the original moment in which I wrote it. I lose that muse, that excitement, that inspiration. The moment dies, so to speak. The most natural way of writing, to me, seems to be publishing and writing simultaneously. Sort of like how Twitter works. You write something, and you publish it. There’s no intermediary step. Whatever you write, is published, in real-time. This feels more natural to me, most authentic, most productive. But then there is a fear in me that says “This is too lazy, this is too unprofessional, no one wants to read this crap, you’re just rambling,” blah blah blah... And part of me is like “Yeah, dude, you’re right. This is terrible.” But another part of me is like “Hell nah, fuck that, this shit is dope, you’re writing from the heart, you’re not even editing it, it’s raw expression, it’s dope, and you should definitely publish this and continue publishing everything you write cuz it’s dope.” Lol, and then another voice is like “Yo, I feel like y’all are both wrong. I feel like one of you is being too hard on yourself and the other is being too arrogant.” And then the real me is like “Bruh, I don’t even know.”

See? Now there goes my mind again. “Is that good or bad? Is my writing good or bad? Was that last paragraph terrible and dumb? Am I terrible and dumb?”

It’s such an interesting position to be in because you want to trust yourself but you also don’t want to become so trusting of yourself that you become delusional and blind to the inputs of the external world, but then you think that maybe your hesitation about trusting yourself is causing you to be worse at your craft and thus have less of a chance of being successful in that craft... you know?

But I think that the deepest part of me, my core, my heart, or whatever, wants to trust myself more. I feel my intuition leans in that direction. Because the question still remains: “What if I did trust myself completely? What would become of my reality?”

It’s 3:31 PM on Friday.

Writing Fiction.

Part of me wants to write fiction. I’m so conflicted in this area. I think that creating fictional worlds, fictional characters, fictional stories... it’s all really cool. They are really great ways to explore other worlds and other ways of thinking. But whenever I begin writing a fictional story (and I’ve started literally hundreds — and maybe even thousands — of stories — almost finishing a few of them but never actually finishing one — and certainly thousands of characters... along with languages, planets, species, religions, and more), I always lose the motivation for it before finishing (and usually before coming even close to finishing).

So, naturally, I ask myself: “Why do I lose the motivation to finish these fiction novels?” And the answer has usually been: “Because they’re not relevant.”

Now, I do think that I am quite hard on myself, and I would bet that some of the fictional stories I’ve written could actually be relevant and somewhat successful and influence their reader’s lives... but going back and publishing those stories would feel like trying to relive the past. I’ve moved on from those stories. Publishing them now would be like putting my fourth-grade science project (a “Baking Soda Volcano”) on display. It wouldn’t make sense from a personal standpoint.

I would rather write what’s on my mind today and publish that... which is what I’m doing now, I suppose.

3:53 PM.

There is something really special and interesting about simply documenting my life and my mind. There’s something raw and liberating about it. I’m simply just being me. Not more, not less, just me.

Sometimes I feel pretentious when I’m writing fiction. It feels like I’m trying to escape this world, like I’m too good for this world, like I’m trying to be more than I am, something I’m not.

Is my “real” life so much less interesting than a fictional life? Or could it be that “real” life is in fact the most interesting story of all? I’m starting to believe the latter.

I also haven’t been super interested in reading fiction. Or really anything much for that matter, other than conversations. I find conversations to be the most engaging reading and writing. Because it’s occurring in real-time, it’s a live event, you’re literally engaging with “another being”.

I don’t even have that much interest in reading my own writing. Occasionally I’ll review a few things I posted a week ago or month ago or year ago or whatever... but the vast majority of what I write is never actually read.

Bitcoin / Cryptocurrency.

Bitcoin is really cool. It’s interesting that it’s blowing up now. It has blown up before, but this seems bigger than ever. It’s really going mainstream, it seems. Corporations are buying it, banks are buying it, maybe nations will start buying it soon. Although if nations start buying it then they’re basically forfeiting their own currency, at least to some extent. But I think we should all embrace cryptocurrency. It seems like a great idea. It’s very safe, it’s very easy, there’s a static supply so that inflation and corruption cannot flourish. Sometimes growth takes sacrifice. I think nations should start sacrificing their local currencies for the sake of Bitcoin.

Imagine if the United States of America invested itself in Bitcoin. Imagine the global response. Imagine what that would do to the currency market.

4:05 PM.

I want to be a Thought Leader. I’m eating oatmeal right now, by the way. Oatmeal with fruit and honey and nuts. Good stuff.

Anyways, yeah, I wanna be a Thought Leader. That’s an ambition of mine, I suppose.

What does it mean to be a Thought Leader? Well, first let’s define thought.

What is thought?

Thought is many things, and many more things, depending on how you define it. Generally, I use thought to mean “a woman who has many casual sexual encounters or relationships”, just kidding. Generally, I use thought to mean “idea, inspiration, creation, imagination, realization, literally even the fabric of reality”.

That’s the “bigger” version of thought. However, when I say that I want to be a Thought Leader, I am not referring to that type of thought. I am referring to language. The construction of sentences and the words we choose to use. The meaning we give to words and the way inwhich we use them have a pretty profound impact on our day-to-day reality. I think you’d be surprised just how much your mental and verbal language impacts your life.

This is why we need Thought Leaders. Thought Leaders help keep the collective mind on track. Thought Leaders are masters of navigating the mind. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have a lot of improvement to make still, but one of my talents or skills is certainly a deep understanding of the mind.

Now, some people might call this an arrogant statement. “How dare you claim that you’re a master of the mind and that you should lead my thought!” And, yes, I agree, I understand, it is indeed something of an arrogant statement. But confidence is often confused for arrogance. Michael Jordon, Michael Phelps, Michael Tyson (his birth name is actually Michael, I just googled it)... these three athletes were confidence about their skills and talents. Or were they arrogant? Who cares? This is just semantics. They perform, and that’s what matters.

Well, I perform with the mind, with thought. I understand it deeply. And through this understanding, I’ve cultivated an incredible mind to exist as. And I want to share this gift.

And, yes, like I mentioned, I still have alot of improvements to make. I have nowhere near reached the peak of my mental (or physical) potential. But I’ve already made a lot of progress, and I’m improving everyday.

So what gives me the gall to declare myself worthy of the title Thought Leader? Well, I’ve spent my whole life introspecting, philosophizing, contemplating... and over the course of my life, everyday until today, and so likely for days to come, I’ve observed people suffering by the hand of their own minds. Anxiety, depression, fear — these things plague us.

The problem is that people are afraid of what they don’t understand. I start telling people about the incredible revelations I’ve experienced and they don’t understand and so it frightens them and they try to change the subject. The act of awakening is becoming self-conscious, and some folks just don’t seem to want to become self-conscious. But like Tim Ferriss says in his interview with Guy Raz: “It’s not about who doesn’t understand, it’s about who does.” (That might not be the exact quote, but he does say something like that.) Why focus on who doesn’t understand? You can find endless people who won’t understand. What matters is how many people do understand. One other person? Five people? Fifty? A million? That’s what matters. Expand your network of comprehension, not your perception of misunderstanding.

I understand, though. Becoming self-aware can be scary, especially if you haven’t become self-aware in a long time. It’s kind of like looking in your basement after not cleaning it for 30 years. It isn’t always pleasant if you haven’t done any spring-cleaning, but if you wanna clean the place up then you’re gonna have to face it.

But it’s sort of like... if you don’t jump in, you’ll never get wet... as the old saying goes. You gotta let your mind be blown every now and then. You gotta let your identity shape-shift and change from time to time.

4:34 PM.

I never claimed to be perfect.

4:42 PM.

So what is this “thought” that I’m “leading”?

Firstly, Peace and Love. I believe in peace and love. Now, yes, this sounds corny, cheesy, overly-wholesome... whatever. But, it’s right and true, I believe.

I believe that systems work better when there is harmony. Metallic machines run better when they’re lubricated with oil (I hope this metaphor makes sense because I’m not exactly a “mechanic”). Government and society and civilization work better when there is peace. Imagine if humans all over the planet started working together instead of fighting. Imagine how much time and energy and resources we would save if we stopped fighting against and arguing with each other.

Now, don’t me wrong. I recognize that competition is a huge catalyst for innovation. And I do not believe that we should eliminate competition. However, I think competition is useful for games, not wars. I’ll make a distinction between games and wars: In a society which games, everyone can ultimately win because the stakes aren’t death and utter destruction. Sure, the winners are awarded with a bigger reward, but the heads of the losers aren’t chopped off, their cultures aren’t destroyed, their families aren’t ruined. They can lose, learn from their mistakes, dust themselves off, and try again. And at the end of the day, everyone can smile and have fun and hang out together.

This would be a society built on games, not on war. This would be a more evolved, more enlightened society, in my opinion.

5:02 PM.

Gonna stretch out with some quick exercises like weight-lifting and hand-stands. Be back sometime later.

5:26 PM.

Exercising is so great. Such a great feeling. Highly recommend it if you’re not involved.

And washing your face or body with cold water is super refreshing, by the way.

11:10 PM.

Let’s get back to this Thought Leader idea. I think that’s important. What thought am I leading?

It begins with Peace and Love, yes. But there’s more to it than that. If simply saying “Peace and Love” were the solutions to our problems, then we wouldn’t have any problems, because I just said it. No, our problems are more complex, so just how do we manifest peace and love?

How do we manifest peace and love?

Firstly, it begins with a desire. We have to want peace and love. And it doesn’t seem like this is our current reality. It seems like alot of people want war. Now, I’m not certain that this is true. I’m not sure that many people would actually say “I want war.” But some folks sure behave like they want war. Some folks seem to become excited by the idea of war. Perhaps they haven’t much else to live for? Perhaps they are bored with their current life and a war would shake things up? Perhaps they are prisoners, and hope to escape in the fray? I don’t know.

Secondly, once we decide that we desire peace and love, we must introspect. We must practice self-awareness, self-consciousness, and watch ourselves closely so that we don’t slip up, back into our old violent ways. We must become very careful of ourselves not to resort to violence, and to solve our disagreements peacefully.

Thirdly, now that we’ve decided that we indeed do desire peace and love, and now that we’ve practiced and mastered self-awareness and self-consciousness through introspection and contemplation, we must set collective goals for ourselves, and we must give our collective world meaning and purpose. Why must we do this? Because a lack of purpose causes things (like human minds) to become chaotic, and chaos leads to insanity and forgetfulness, and insanity leads to violence... because the insane person has forgotten the commitment that they made to be peaceful. The mind is designed for meaning and purpose. Without these things, the mind begins to go insane.

But it’s not all just mental. It’s physical too.

In order to achieve Peace and Love, we must alleviate greed. Greed still permeates our global culture too much. A tiny bit of personal greed can actually be good, because it motivates you to achieve more for yourself and your family. But we live in a world today that is permeated by corporate greed and greed at an unfathomable scale. The inherent problem with greed is that the greedy person always wants more. And now we have found ourselves in a world where some people have access to so much wealth, and some people are struggling just for clean water. No wonder there is conflict and violence. Our rich and wealthy family members aren’t showing enough love to those who are struggling. Instead, they would rather flaunt their expensive clothing and cars on Instagram and such. We must remove this greed if we are to achieve Peace and Love.

Some people might say: “World peace is a childish ideal and will never manifest on Earth.” But why? What is your motivation for saying this? Deep down, do you wish it to be true? Do you actually like violence and conflict, perhaps? Are you creating negativity in your day-to-day life? Is the energy of your spirit attracted to negativity like a moth is attracted to light? Is this the best way to live? Perhaps you should make a change?

I believe that world peace is possible, and I will likely continue encouraging it forever.

11:48 PM.

Lately I’ve been feeling like philosophy is kind of dumb. Here’s the philosophy: The universe is infinite. Do whatever you want. But what is philosophy, exactly?

I posted in the Philosophy sub-Reddit asking “What is Philosophy?” Let’s see what they say.

They banned my post. I don’t know why. I’m going to ask the same question in the AskPhilosophy sub-Reddit.

They also banned my post. Kind of ironic that you can’t ask “What is Philosophy?” in “Philosophy” sub-Reddits, eh?

(This discussion is continued on the next blog post for 9 January 2021)

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[blueoatmeal]

Science Gone Too Far (Brainstorm playlist) Analysis

Basically I’m going to ramble on about why I chose the songs I did. You should probably listen to the mix for this to make much sense.

MTMTE spoilers! (Seriously, don’t read any of this this unless you’ve read probably most of MTMTE. Unless you don’t mind spoilers.)

10/27/17

Okay I’m going to be honest, I saw somebody mention in a post that they imagined Brainstorm dancing in the lab to I Believe In a Thing Called Love and I was like “what song is that” and I listened to it and loved it and continued to listen to it for the next few weeks. I thought, no only is this song fantastic, it fits him. He’s so darn passionate, that guy, and he yearns like nobody’s business. He’s absolutely the kind of guy who’d sing about his desires. I mean ok maybe not out loud he’s like. Super secretive and doesn’t seem to trust a lot of people… he. he doesn’t trust anyone unreservedly, come to think of it, huh. I mean he had good reason to hide what he hid but like. still. huh. anyway if the whole secret thing wasn't a problem he’d totally sing slightly suggestive songs while his spark aches with longing.

Yours Truly, 2095: GOSH one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums ever (Time by ELO). How many times have I listened to this in car rides, with family; this song is sososososo close to my heart. Brainstorm is the singer and the robot girl is Perceptor and the lost love BS is trying to contact is Quark and I don’t think I have to explain it beyond that IT FITS SO WELL AAAH!! Also I bet several of you got a kick out of that one word which has such an odd connotation in the tf fandom (which I simultaneously find annoying and utterly hilarious). Anyway, look up the lyrics if you aren’t getting it, it literally. is so fitting. also very scifi and YO time travel eyyy

Weird Science is such a BANGER and heyyy science yeahhh!!! “From my heart and from my hands, why don’t people understand, my intentions,,” bruh, nobody understands why BS does what he does

My Freeze Ray. OK, firstly, science. ray gun. very brainstorm. stopping time, there you go, again very BS. stopping time for love, unrequited love, even, hohhoho. Brainstorm, man.

She Blinded Me With Science. science again! and love! there’s a theme here, see? anyway I’ve loved this song for AGES and its wild and wacky and I love it wholeheartedly and I think it fits brainstorm very well. Maybe even a lovestruck BS

This Too Shall Pass. This,,, is my go-to song for “your love is gone so get over it,” apparently. So, yes. Also just. a great song, and BS would have loved OKGO’s Rube Goldberg machine, and probably their other cool stuff as well tbh. Like he was hanging upside down in chains that one time. The aesthetic is similar

It Takes Love. the song is telling him to move on. “Let the light of another love to shine on you”

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want, firstly, JRo loves Morrison, so larger thematic fit right there, I guess. anyway like. come on just listen to the lyrics; things haven’t been going all that great tbh for BS and he’s, he just wants this one thing to go right, please, everything else can be forfeit, even his life just, please…let me get what I want. ALSO the part, “make a good man turn bad..” the whole Decepticon thing, there was that

Science Gone Too Far aka Brainstorm’s entire career. also all the rumors that may not be entirely true but like. the truth is even weirder more often than not. so yeah, wild, out-of-control science.

Start Somewhere. kind of out of left field here but this is more between Nautica and BS. this would be before they made up and he apologized. I mean, full disclosure, I haven't even read that far, but yeah. also the gun thing, ..brainstorm has never fired a gun so. significant. metaphorical shots fired only, please. also its a good song??? its a good song. BS owns up to things he’s done.

21st Century Man. OK there’s a lot, the SUITCASE FIRSTLY, and time travel, and things not turning out the way you’d hoped, and being a sad person despite all the great things happening. another song from ELO’s Time (along with Yours Truly 2095 and Hold On Tight) which I love so much.

Got a Lot On My Head. BS is thinking about somebody, could be one of two people but regardless he’s one to obsess over someone he likes. I just had this on my ipod and it fit so.

Lightning Strikes. I had never heard this song until I was on a ride home one day and it came on the radio and I was like HOOOOO WHAT it’s very reminiscent of Back to the Future, more time travel eyy. I wrote down the lyrics while it was on and looked it up later and was like!!! yeah this is great!!

Left to My Own Devices. I saw it on the caption to a of BS edit and had to look it up, and absolutely loved the song. Apparently this is one of the unofficial mtmte soundtrack songs that JRo posted? I didn't know that until like two weeks ago and this track has been in this mix for literally years. Anyway I love it and yeah BS is not gonna conform to norms, why should he? “Left to my own devices” that line is like. boi if time and physics and crap didn’t hold me back I’d totally do my own thing all the time. Actually, screw time, Imma do what I want. But like in a chill way. Like yeah its not that big a deal just. just screw time. also like BS should never be left to his own devices bc have you seen what kinda stuff he invents when he’s under strict rules and supervision I MEAN. BRUH. also got that love angle going again here

Rules Don’t Stop. eyy the artist is We Are Scientists hey! also yeah BS totally doesn’t care about rules, not even the laws of science, physics, time. “Just draw another if you think you’ve crossed a line.” guy doesn’t,, follow rules much. Also I thought I’d just found this song ages ago but turns out that same person who did the other BS edit also did another one with this song and tumblr says I liked it so?? I probably saw that post and looked it up and then forgot where I’d seen it.

Lovers in My Head. Brainstorm really wants his love reciprocated. He’s like, please love me. Please. He longs so hard.

Time Traveler. its!!! more time travel!! and love!!! weird how those two go together. I was SO sure I’d found this song on my own, but I JUST found out AGAIN that that same person who did the other two BS edits ALSO did one with this song. Darnit I thought I was so clever having found these three songs and associated them with Brainstorm but turns out they beat me to the punch. Kudos to you, @berrytron! My memory messed up and I really did think I’d come up with these myself until LITERALLY today. So sorry for using them in my mix if you’re the first person to associate Rules Don’t Stop and Time Traveler with BS. They’re fantastic songs.

Hold on Tight FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS AND DON’T GIVE UP EVEN WHEN YOU'RE FEELING DOWN!!! BRAINSTORM IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THIS SONG HE GOES TO SUCH LENGTHS TO FULFILL HIS DREAMS DESPITE EVERYTHING IT’S SO INSPIRING. also mention of time like. just. just keeping with the theme here

Love Is Like Oxygen HOOOOOOOOOO BOYYYY hhhoohhh I love this song it makes me FEEL things AAAAAAAAAHHHH “love is like oxygen; you get too much you get too high, not enough and you’re gonna die~” I JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I love it and it fits and I LOVE IT. also you can feel the melancholy. This is my favorite song in the mix. It’s such a good tune, man, I love it.

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Mega Texas:  Day 3, Ghostly Reunion

[ As evening gathers, all is quiet under the open Texan skies. This time of year was probably the most perferable for being outdoors as there were no swarms of mosquitos. Thank god. And as the breeze changes direction, there is the faintest scent of salt in the air. How far from the coastline WERE they? It's a good time as any for the group to ask themselves. ]

DIRK: -since the car broke down, he's been trying to "upgrade" it with all the tech he has in his sylladex. luckily a bunch of the engineers are also here, so eventually they might make this work, right?-

DIRK: -he feels the breeze on his face... feels good man, but something about it has him lifting his head curiously.-

ARADIA: -sitting outside, BREATHING IN the salty air-

NEPETA: =She hunted other meat for them to eat, if there's any place for her to steal from she's stolen from them=

NEPETA: =They've been thoroughly looted and she's left here gnawing on a bone=

EQUIUS: -It's him. He's the source of the salt. He's currently working on the other car-

DISCIPLE: -She has a little bit of a fire going... and scorpions cooking over the pit. Just in case anyone wants other, less conventional meats with a BIT of a tingle to them.-

NEPETA: =Can Equius salt her meat?=

NEPETA: =Wait a minute...... 👀scorpions=

DISCIPLE: -:33-

DISCIPLE: -ROASTED TO PERFECTION-

NEPETA: :33 < =nuzzles on Disci= do mew want the rest of this bone?

DISCIPLE: Is fine. Is good. There will be many more bones.

DISCIPLE: Rrrr. Show her, yes?

NEPETA: :33 < so meowny more bones! =leans to her= (i got a diffurent weird horse anyway h33h33h33)

DISCIPLE: Yes. This is good.

DISCIPLE: But she is thinking of gathering these, for purpose. Perhaps to whittle something, something like sharp teeth. Something to sink into the things that chase us.

NEPETA: =Hands her a thigh bone=

NEPETA: :33 < we could pawlways use more of those oh!

NEPETA: :33 < we can also eat what's chasing us!

DISCIPLE: Yes.

DISCIPLE: Both of these things.

DISCIPLE: -she produces a lil whittling knife and begins to WHITTLE-

[ As Disciple whittles, the smell of the ocean brought in by the breeze is then accompanied with the sound of it. A distant hush that blurrs the horizon to make it seem heavier than it actually is, the sound of waves coming and going. Can the group be sure that was there before? ]

DIRK: ... -he's PRETTY sure he can be, but... on the other hand... he looks around some more for the source until he's inevitably drawn to search for it.-

[ It has to be a mile out, coming from the east by the smell of it. The wind carries on as normal. ]

DIRK: -squints out at the horizon.- Alright so... I'm not the only one who hears that, right?

ARADIA: nope

TYRENA: SMELLS T00 NATURAL F0R TH1S PLACE

TYRENA: 1T D0ESN'T F1T W1TH THE SM0K3 AND A1R MUCH

[ Smoke? What smoke? There is only mile-out ocean. ]

NEPETA: =She smells the sea... she thinks about fish... she can eat fish=

TYRENA: -the smoke of TEXAS SMOKEHOUSES, DUH-

TYRENA: -the whole state smells like them-

TYRENA: -anyways, oceans don't make sense for texas. SHE DOESN'T TRUST THIS-

DIRK: -the whole atmosphere feels different to him, honestly. and strangely familiar? sleepy, hazy... he looks up at the sky, then starts making his way closer to the waves again.-

TYRENA: -following with her arms behind her back-

[ The sky is comfortingly devoid of anything resembling a satillite or drone. It's a normal starry night... At least until people begin to move towards the beach. Colors are beginning to shift, gradually lighting up until It looks like dawn is coming. Keeping track of time or even remembering that it was night for that long is now becoming difficult. ]

ARADIA: -follows after dirk-

DIRK: -this is nice... the loss of time should be stressful, but instead he's just admiring the sights as he wanders along.-

[ There's a whole lot of dry shrubbery underfoot and soft soft sand instead of hard earth. Seagulls call overhead, the sky is waking up to a deep blue that shrouds everything. With the beach so close to open water at this time of morning, it may even feel a little bit chillier. ](edited)

ARADIA: -startles suddenly before continuing-

DIRK: -ye. he's gonna sit down on the sand and embrace the chill.-

ARADIA: -this is the right one, she tells herself as she keeps a smile on and allows the tension she feels dissipate. she sits down next to dirk-

TYRENA: >:o

TYRENA: HOW

TYRENA: -wiglges her toes in the sand-

[ From the peripherals of their eyes, a figure is suddenly visible. Standing at such a distance with her hand on her hip, she might have only just approached them. ]

FEFERI: Because STUPID.

FEFERI: You're dreaming. -grins at them with blank white eyes. She is here.-

DIRK: -tilts head in her direction. that's normal...... oh wait, no it's not.-

ARADIA: -no wonder she couldn't remember everything happening here. she immediately stands to her feet- feferi?

FEFERI: -purses her lips in a fish face. The same face as always before she snorts a laugh. Throws her hand out like you guys.- GLUB.

FEFERI: Y-EA)(! IT'S M---E! 38D

????: -there's someone behind her, a little farther down the beach, but approaching the group. another blank eyed troll. she's a little hard to recognize out of uniform and with her hair down, like she's dressed for a vacation.-

FEFERI: -They're both dressed like they're on vacation. Every day is a vacation when you're dead.-

????: -most definitely-

ARADIA: -she steps toward feferi in a kind of earnest and curious fashion. can she touch her? Can she hug her? and in the distance...who is that?-

FEFERI: -Of course she can. Feferi is as solid as it gets. Do you REMEMBER how stacked she was before? 💪-

FEFERI: -beams the whole time, glancing between the group of assembled friends.-

TYRENA: -She sniffs the air, and falls back a little bit.-

ARADIA: -in that case she runs up and holds her as tightly as she can. there's an ache in her throat-

DIRK: -he's rising to his feet slowly too, recognizing the person wandering over to feferi's side.-

CIDNEY: -yes, you all guessed it. she looks peaceful, smiling and waving in dirk's direction, but then peeps at the women beside her.-

FEFERI: OOF. -holds still as Aradia rushes her... before gently settling arms around her fairy troll best friend. Hand coming to her hair as it always had done.- )(e)(e.

ARADIA: -she doesn't want to let go. this took her so off guard that she's definitely crying a little- i couldnt find you i kept looking but i couldnt find you

TYRENA: -She's probably unfamiliar to her. She's heard of Cidney, of course, she knows pretty well, everthing that happened. Something about being this close to the afterlife seems to be... throwing her off.-

CIDNEY: -looks at tyrena with... a strange amount of recognition. she offers her a smile as well, but she's going to approach dirk, knowing he likely won't be able to come to her first. that's fine.-

DIRK: -but even once she's there, he doesn't know how to react. it's strange... bittersweet to see her so relaxed. seems like the afterlife could offer her a peace of mind that her time in their world couldn't offer her. after standing there awkwardly for a moment, he carefully... pulls her into a hug too.-

FEFERI: -Tears are okay, she finds. Feferi keeps her stance steady, holding Aradia all the same.-

FEFERI: O)(...

FEFERI: Yea)(. T)(at must )(ave totally sucked. -chirrs, returning her hug with a snuggle into her hair. The favorite thing before EXCLAIMING dramatically, peeking back at Aradia's face.- T)(at's pretty muc)( t)(is w)(ole t)(ing!

FEFERI: SUCKING.

TAVROS: =He'd seen her, as the rest had, but he couldn't face her. He couldn't do this all over again. First Aradia and now Feferi. The first time had been needles and haunting memories of better times, and this was no different. If anything it was simply twofold, as the old feelings mingeled with the new. His face ran hot with tears and his veins felt cold. It's too much. It's all been too much, and he can't go on like this. Maybe he should try and face it all-- face her. But he's weak, he's realized, and that weakness had no place here right now. If he were to ever face her again he couldn't bear for it to be like this. Another ghost to hold onto with a feeble hope that was as fake as all the stories he believed in. He rushes from the beach as discreetly as possible, if it was possible, and he won't stop running.=

FEFERI: -All things in due time. Feferi isn't in any hurry.-

ARADIA: -she's actually here... and aradia isn't going to her normal place of slumber tonight--and she couldn't be more graceful. She smiles at feferi's comment and laughs through her tears, nodding- yeah!

NEPETA: =bruh u fuckin wish discreet but ok, he aint goin alone=

EQUIUS: -Notices the bull scampering and he feels like he should say something, anything. But he's quiet, standing in the background. He'd has his time. He's just going to...busy himself. Yes back to work on the human automobile-

FEFERI: -Empty eyes meet Aradia's, smiling without any kind of real warmth behind it. Like the tickle of strings in her bloodpusher that had long since been cut away.-

FEFERI: It's weird.

FEFERI: I feel like I've missed you. But I can't reely remember w)(y.

FEFERI: You were important t)(oug)(! So it all works out. 38)

ARADIA: -if anyone understands being dead, it's aradia. granted, they had different experiences that really fucked up their emotions, it seems. she smiles still, nodding again- you were always important too

ARADIA: no one can forget you

ARADIA: especially me

FEFERI: T)(AT'S GOOD.

FEFERI: One less t)(ing sucking. -boops her on the nose and grins.- Not reelated but you've met Cidney, rig)(t?

DIRK: -there's so much he wants to talk to cidney about, but he can't seem to find any words... when feferi mentions her, he draws away from the embrace. great, now everyone is gonna see him crying. as if they all haven't already at this point.-

CIDNEY: -looks towards feferi and aradia- I don't think we have formally.

ARADIA: -looks over at cidney and smiles- not formally no but

ARADIA: oh my god i know who you are too

ARADIA: im aradia

ARADIA: wow this is crazy

FEFERI: -Totally sees Dirk crying.- )(e)(e.

FEFERI: Aradia )(as been a LOT of t)(ings. First, s)(e was an arc)(eologist, t)(en s)(e was D-----EAD, t)(en a robot, t)(en ALIV-E again, and now s)(e's back to being an arc)(eologist. -ticks all these things off her finger claws.- O)(!

FEFERI: And somew)(ere in t)(e middle of all t)(at, s)(e was and t)(en wasn't my gillfrond.

FEFERI: ... FEFERI: Matesprit. 38)

CIDNEY: ... You've had a very... eventful life and afterlife. And... life again? -half smile, kind of awkward...-

DIRK: -wipes his eyes on his sleeve. hhhh.-

FEFERI: -pokes Dirk right in the squishy cheek.- (Someone's being tideally not cool rig)(t now.)

ARADIA: -she nods- yeah i have

ARADIA: theres a lot to it

ARADIA: -there's a tiny pang of something in her pusher when she refers to their past relationship-

FEFERI: -too busy ruffling Dirk to notice.-

DIRK: -shut up. he's going to hug her too now.-

CIDNEY: -looks between everyone, smiling still.- There's much more ahead of you, as well.

CIDNEY: You were all an excellent crew, when we worked together. You did things your own way... But with compassion. -looks down at her feet- It always inspired me.

CIDNEY: You need that same compassion now, more then ever. Even if the past comes to haunt you... Remember what it is that brought you to this moment. And fight to protect that.

DIRK: -she's always had a tendency to speak in riddles... being dead probably made her all the more cryptic, but he can't bring himself to question what she's referring to. it's just nice to hear her voice again.-

TYRENA: Y0U S0UND PLEASED

TYRENA: T0 BE HERE

TYRENA: 1 WAS N0T EXPECT1NG 1T

FEFERI: -Eug)(. You're so sweaty. 3XP -pushes at Dirk, straining like a cat that doesn't want to be hugged.-

ARADIA: -cidney's words speak to her, and she doesn't take them lightly- we will

DIRK: -one more squeeze and then he'll release you feferz-

CIDNEY: I am pleased to be here... Feferi helped give me that opportunity. To guide you again, as best I can. -she reaches out to dirk again, holding his hand.-

CIDNEY: You have someplace you need to be. It might be best to wake up now.

FEFERI: -Okay, fine... she sweetly wrassles him in a hug. Grinning from fin to fin.- I )(ope you're R---------------EADY. 38D

FEFERI: WAK-E UP.

[ And an instant later, the group is jolting awake. Right back in smokey smelly Texas where they were before. The beach, the ladies are gone.]

EQUIUS: -NOT THE BITCHES!!!!!-

CALIBORN: -WHERE ARE THE BITCHES, DIRK?-

TYRENA: -she wakes with a STARTand sits up, suddenly.-

DISCIPLE: -the fire is OUT now. No more scorpions.-

TYRENA: -stands slowly and walks away from the group. IS QUIET TIME-