#this dream was bizarre all around but thats the part i remember

[pinwheelwhirl]

I had a dream that they released a few pages of Sunrise on the Reaping as a preview but all the new characters had the most uninteresting names ever. Haymitch's girlfriend was called Karen or Carol or something it was ridiculous

[ruikeremi]

"Ignored Blessing" (1/?)

since im bored ill put lore here :3 oh and the numbers are not errors i put it there on purpose, the story will be confusing but trust the process, i don't wanna reveal the true plot yet soooo i might double post

Harem x Reader

Warnings: Derealization

you always thought of yourself as an average person you don't know a lot of people you have a few friends and you have a job at a cafe shop you loved working there since the smell of coffee always relaxes you. You barely remember the events in your high school since it had been a long time since the last time you talked to any of your friends

You dont even remember if you even went to high school you barely remember your past too its like you just woke up and exist its strange all you remembered was a few friends from your childhood but you dont remember any person in your past that isnt related to them

You felt like you know nothing else in the past and only the present memories you have now

you woke up, what day was it? it was strange you were just dozing off and then you were back where you were, you shrug it off as just your imagination there was no way that was possible you thought it was just a dream you stood up from your bed getting ready for the day as you did you look down at your hands and squinting your eyes

am i real?

you start to look around you, you lived alone since you moved out of your parents house...parents? you don't remember their faces or names where was your home town? you don't remember...what was your favorite fruit? color? how old where you? you look down at your clothes, you wear the same clothes everyday but strangely enough you don't smell, did you even sleep last night? it feels like your repeating what you do everyday you just now noticed that, how come?

Nothing feels...real everything looked the same you wake up get ready for the day go to work and go home over and over again you were like programed to repeat the same things everyday when was the last time you didn't just go to work? you never remember having any fun it was like...you were a NPC

you look at your hands again your vision slowly getting blurry as you drag your legs to your room, you plop down your bed and close your eyes, you sigh your eyes slowly closing again as you slowly fall asleep you realized-

01010011 01110100 01101111 01110000 00100000 01110001 01110101 01100101 01110011 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 01101001 01101110 01100111

looking at his paper, his room messy with papers around his room it was a messy scene as he sat on the floor staring at the blank paper thats writing on its own, he stared at the paper with shock the letter was writing on its own he shakily took the chair that he had threw earlier that was still in tact he stared at the paper

he blinked the character he wrote that he had already forgotten about was questioning its own existence it was a bizarre his gaze went from fear to interest. He slowly lift the paper stops writing on its own he blinked raising a brow, strange.

he put it back down and then its starts to write on its own again he instead starts to read what its doing, it was questioning its own life, he thought that he had threw away this one, it wasn't getting as popular as the other things he made so it was useless to keep it around any longer.

he picked up the paper once more and it stopped writing again. He carefully put it on his pocket and starts to clean up his room, after all he had more important things to write than focus on the one he threw away it was irrelevant now.

AAAAAAA i hope you guys liked it im not that good with writing and plots, this ones short so ill make the other part longer, i type slower at my computer soooo have a nice day/night

And for those whos waiting for the diamond reader x sagau it will come around soon please have patience with me T^T i get really random idea in my head so i cant really focus on one thing-

Edit: Reading this in my phone is actually very small, i have to make the part 2 longer

[my-simp-land]

You Cheeky Slink

Bucky comes to you in the night to tell you about his latest google dive and maybe something more. Bucky x reader fluff. 1508 words. This is highkey self indulgent so get ready to read the fantasy thats been living in my head lately. Thanks :))

“Doll?”

Bucky stands at my door with just his head stuck into my room.

“Bucky, what are you doing? Where’s your shirt? You’re going to catch a cold wandering around with no clothes on,” I mumble from my pillow and plushie covered bed.

He smirks. He always does that smirk when he’s about to give some smartass response. That stupid lopsided smirk with he petal pink lips surrounded by the beard he’s been growing out. It’s kinda gangly but in a good way.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to come in then, so I don’t catch a cold in this freezing hallway. You know, you don't actually catch colds from being co-”

You had to stop the groan from falling past your lips. “Buck, love you and all, but now isn't the time to drop some of your newly found knowledge on me. It's...what time is it? Bucky, it is past midnight. Please tell me why you’re in my room at 12:38 a.m. talking about colds.”

Peter and I have been teaching Bucky how to use the internet and his phone, and We introduced him to Google a few days ago. Ever since then, he’s been catching himself up on most of what has happened in the last 70s years. It’s really heartwarming to see his interest in aerial technology and space exploration. We’re all glad that Bucky is adjusting well, but he’s been bombarding us all with random knowledge he’s found on the internet.

“Well, in all fairness, you were the one that invited me in, angel. I’m just doing what you said.” The smirk again. It’s too dark now that he's standing in my dark room, but I know the smirk. It bleeds into his voice. It makes him sound more...confident. Or cocky. “But dollface, we’ve explored more of space than we have the ocean. We don’t know what all is living in the deep parts of our ocean, but we know that you’ll get spaghettified if you go into a black hole. Some people think black holes are portals and some think they’re dying stars.”

“Wait, what? Buck, where are you getting your info?”

“Google, of course. Can I sit?”

“Sure.” The heavy weight of a giant man and his absurdly heavy metal arm rests on the corner of my bed. He almost seems hesitant to sit. I can immediately feel his warmth through the blanket. Despite me keeping my area freezing, Bucky always stays warm. “But Bucky, you went to a site to read these things. You used google but from there, what did you do?”

I can hear the wheels turning in his head. “Uh...the interesting looking ones?”

“You can’t believe everything you read on the internet, Buck. Anyone can put whatever they want out there. When you’re doing this research you’ve got to use reliable sources.”

“Reliable sources? Can I lean against the wall and stretch my legs?”

“Sure. Friday will help you with that, but Peter and I, and even Dr. Banner could help explain that to you in more detail tomorrow at a reasonable hour.”

Bucky shuffles his way across my bed to rest against the wall. He’s cautious of my legs as he makes his journey. It’s almost like he goes into assassin mode. Even though I know he’s moving, he tries his best not to disturb me.

“Well, did you know the footstep on the moon will likely stay there for at least 100 million years? There’s no wind on the moon, so it can’t be blown away. And did you know space is completely silent? There’s no air, so the sound waves have nothing to travel through so no sound.”

Bucky carries on with his space talk. Not long after we became friends, he shared that as a child he was interested in planes. He wanted to be a pilot growing up. That quickly became an awkward conversation. Now, Bucky is learning to fly with Sam, but once he learned our travels expanded into space, his dreams were out of this world. Bucky would start his google dives asking about some random thing, but without a doubt, he would end up on space exploration. Peter and I want to see how he’d do in a Wikipedia race. Peter thinks he would be amazing at it, but I know he’d get carried away and go down his own rabbit hole.

“Doll, Neptune has storms big enough to swallow the entire Earth! Can I get under the blankets?”

I hummed my approval and rolled over. Bucky’s voice is deep and raspy, and something about it can lull me to sleep. Usually I can’t sleep with any noise but Bucky is different. He could probably do audiobooks. Steve’s school videos and Bucky’s audiobooks. That’s quite a pair.

Bucky carries on with his space dump until I ask him. “Bucky, Russia got a satellite in space first. Sputnik. Would you have had anything to do about it? Idk. That might be a rough question but…”

He thinks, and he thinks hard. I can imagine his brows would come together, and he would bite at the right side of his lower lip. His Neptune blue eyes would move like he’s reading words off an invisible piece of paper laid before him. He would usually run his fingers through his hair, but Sam mentioned hair loss and that made Buck a little self conscious. I told him not to worry, but I’ll catch him catching himself.

“I’m not sure, angel. I don’t remember anything being about space, but maybe i just didn’t know it was about the space race. That is bizarre though. I was around when we made it to the moon, but I wasn’t. Can I get under the blankets?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Buck starts to talk again as he pulls the blankets over himself. He worms his legs undermine. “Bucky, get your popsicle legs off me. Go put those things on Steve.”

He lets out a small laugh before he continues his ted talk of everything. Bucky has been taken with space, but he’s interested in cooking too. He loves to sit and watch The Great British Bake-Off or MasterChef or Top Chef. It was quite sweet and funny when he tried to recreate one of the meat pies from season two of TGBBO. He was so confident, and his bottom was so soggy.

“We should grow a fruit salad tree. We’ve got to do something to a fruit tree, but we’d be able to make it grow up to 6 fruits! You could have peaches, Steve gets apples, Sam gets...I don’t know, and I get plums. We’d have to think of something for Pete. But imagine it, a huge fruit salad tree orchard behind the compound!”

“If it’s an orchard, why don’t we just plant a whole bunch of different trees?”

“Bragging rights. Can I lean on these pillows? I’m just gonna lean here.”

“Sure Buckbeak.”

“Hmph. Us having a fruit salad tree would be like the animals in Harry Potter.”

“Yeah?”

Bucky carries on, but his closeness and warmth are enough to lull me to sleep.

I woke up not too much later. Bucky has slowly made his way to fully laying between me and my pillow mountain. He’s pulled me in close to him and nuzzles his face into my neck. He somehow got his arms fully around me with my noticing. Our legs are intertwined, and thankfully, Bucky’s feet have warmed up. I can hear his heart beat in this position. Despite the torture and darkness he’s witness, his heart still beats like a young bird’s wings. His body and mind is old, but his heart is young. A young man from the 40s thrust into the 21st century. It is a cruel fate, but I know Bucky is strong enough to carry this burden. A heart is a heavy burden to carry.

I wake with the sun; a curious beam has made its way directly into my eyes. I go to grab a pillow to cover my face, but I seem to be in the death grip of a certain super soldier. I’m able to shimmy my way around to look at him. He looks at peace. Bucky always carries his anxieties and burdens, but in this moment, he looks youthful. He isn’t a super soldier who lost himself for 70 years. He isn’t a man who is widely hated and has to redeem himself. He isn’t a man with blood on his hands. He’s just Bucky; a great guy that will hold you when you cry or share a big bellied laugh with you.

“See something you like, dollface?”

“You slithered your slinky way into my bed.”

“No, no, no. You invited me in, so I wouldn't catch a cold. I just made myself not cold.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You were obviously the best solution, cuddle bug. Your heart is so full of love and compassion that it’s gone hot.”

“You’re a big sap.”

“Only for my best girl.”

[cattles-bians]

exes au part 12

post directory

obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but

obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”

obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like

obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”

obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed

obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums

em: sighs wistfully

em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately

em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex

em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....

obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”

em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable

obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi

obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”

em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)

obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny

obsetress: (she is a little funny)

em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments

obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”

em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused

obsetress: skskksksks right

obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards

obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”

em: i need a moment

em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t

em: dani can feel her heating up

obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”

em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: i’m dying

em: dani: oh no that’s OOC

obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—

em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure

em: dani hums

obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it

obsetress: jamie: i— dani: did you?

obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah

em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame

obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble

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em: viola

obsetress: fuck

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: to jamie, specifically,

em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd

em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi

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obsetress:

obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like

obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate

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em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like

em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)

obsetress: god i love that so much

obsetress: both of those dani responses are

obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc

obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw

em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35

em: big brain

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obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca

obsetress: down to the caption

obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort

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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho

em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability

em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho

obsetress: lmao ikr

obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other

obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um

obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with

obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"

obsetress: and just like

obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night

em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again

obsetress: the parallels to canon

obsetress: im giggling

obsetress: walks straight into her path

em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away

em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"

em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them

obsetress: god yeah

em: flip of that.

obsetress: oh GOD

em: god they would argue about dinner

em: bicker about EVERYTHING

em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke

em: jamie goes pale

obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like

obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like

obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............

em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours

obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason

obsetress: she's just scared of dani

em: Please

obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"

obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"

obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is

em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf

obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"

em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd

em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person

obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx

obsetress: i screeched

em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-

obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding

em: bringing out some lemonade etc

em: haha you look parched

obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm

obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing

obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism

em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother

em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi

obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her dani: why do i have to tell her jamie: you tell her everything dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though jamie: why not dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,

em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve

em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry

em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even

obsetress: i––

em: she decides against it

em: jamie is none the wiser

obsetress: she Considers it tho

em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew

obsetress: weighs the pros and cons

obsetress: the best part is like

obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store

obsetress: viola's like wait.

obsetress: wait

obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae

em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like

em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy

em: because lesbians are just... like that

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obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward

em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont

em: i am thinking about it

em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two

em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,

obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known

obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?" "yeah" "dani" "what" "dani" "what" jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex" "you think?" "i fucked your ex" "you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"

em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-

em: SCREAMED

obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf

em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me

obsetress: jamie's already big blushing

em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it

em: patreon exclusive exes au au

[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]

obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted

em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...

em: puffs out her chest

em: i could have-

em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u

obsetress: dani clayton ilu

em: danis like um

em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me

em: danis like i did tho

em: jamies like can you DROP IT

em: she’s SMUG

em: she’s so pleased w herself

obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought

obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"

obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about

em: dani never lets jamie live it down

obsetress: never!

obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"

em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but

em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter

em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart

obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf

obsetress: the gold star

em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it

em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized

obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm

obsetress: glad those two found each other

em: two praise kinks u say

em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like

em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like

em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-

em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm

em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care

em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing

em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed

obsetress: SCREAMS

obsetress: you got willoughby'd

obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend

em: yeah same asking for a friend

obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?

obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)

obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all

em: to be fair perdi is the Worst

em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd

em: it’s funnier if she’s awful

em: like a viola that never gets therapy

obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same

obsetress: it's too good

em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen

em: makes a silly little chart

em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave

em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie

em: also i didn’t fuck perdi

obsetress: skskskflsdflks

obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."

em: skgsdjhdkdhdk

em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like

em: CLAPS her hands in glee

obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ

obsetress: GOD

obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi

em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway

[ridleycraft]

ok, look. ive tried to put this into words for the longest time, but i havent found a way to do so until now. i was originally going to make this a twitter thread, but then i realized just how long it would take me to explain everything, so im making it a tumblr post instead.

i present to you: the most bizarre dream i have ever had

ok, so, for context, id just gotten back from a convenience store in my town. i think i was having a manic episode at this time, so i was pretty reckless with the stuff i purchased. i was also pretty reckless with what i ate, because i ended up buying three things of lemonade, donuts with fucking gluten in them (i have celiac, so thats why thats so bad), and then proceeded to eat and drink them all in one sitting. during this i was also watching glitch techs for the first time. this becomes majorly important later.

after eating all of that, i got really sick, as youd expect. i decided to take a nap, even though i wasn’t that tired. that’s when the dream happened.

the dream was based around an episode from glitch techs that didn’t exist. it was also from a season that didnt exist. whereas more seasons are called season blank or whatever, this season was called, i shit you not, “#?” yep. that was it. that was just what the season was called. the episode name has faded from my memory, but that’s completely fine, because from my knowledge, the episode name was just a bunch of random letters thrown together that didn’t even resemble real words.

the episode started out as youd expect. the gang hunts down the glitch of the week and captures it, had all that lighthearted goodness, and had some gamer puns here and there. yknow, fun stuff youd expect from a kids show.

and then someone died.

no, they didn’t just die. they didn’t even get murdered. they killed themself. it was nix, i believe. and everyone had their own reactions to it.

for starters, haneesh and bergy just left. i dont remember haneesh’s reason for leaving, but bergy left because his anxiety had basically been cranked up to 100% by nix’s suicide. he was scared shitless of everything. so much so, in fact, that he was too scared to even enter the hinobi store anymore. zahra swore revenge on whoever drove him to suicide, since hed been perfectly fine beforehand, and donned classic emo clothing for the rest of the dream.

five just straight up became neurotic. like, stereotypically insane. he kept talking about killing people and his eyes were all bloodshot and stuff. mitch fell into a deep depression, and there were dark rings around his eyes like he was an old twisted-doctor character. miko’s reaction i’ve been saving for last, however, because it’s literally one of the weirdest parts of the dream.

miko practically just decided to break the laws of physics. in the blink of an eye, she changed completely. her hair turned this weird highlighter yellow-green color, and her eyes became pitch black and very shiny. she also had a tail for some reason. it sort of resembled a lion’s tail. it was black and had this green gem at the end of it. she also had horns, which is probably even weirder than the tail. they were orange and had yellow tips, like she snatched them from a homestuck troll. she just kinda floated around for the rest of the dream, for some reason.

the rest of the episode revolved around the group getting into conflicts with each other, which eventually tore them all apart. with the whole group split up now, miko was left in her lonesome, and soon enough she found out (i forgot how) that shed turned into the thing i just described. and with that realization was this really trippy sequence that came next.

basically, there were two dark figures talking to her in a text to speech voice. their faces were just real life mouths (note that they didnt have lips) plastered on top of them, and they mostly spoke nonsense from what i can remember (or maybe that was just an effect of them constantly talking over each other). the only thing i remember them saying that made a slight amount of sense was that miko was the god of existence now. the background just kept flashing black, white, and red, no matter what happened.

suddenly, phil interrupted the sequence, and brought the group back together. he then dropped the news that nix had faked his own suicide. this caused everyone to despise nix, and they then proceeded to hunt him down and circle him as nix just looked...really fucking scared. he didnt say anything. he didnt even call out for help. the group went on to disembowel him with their bare hands.

the dream ended with them all just standing there, watching nix’s corpse bleed out. they stared off into space, with some hints of regret in their eyes, as the background turned black. as they continued to stand there, this low, deep, gravelly voice, almost like that of a machine, said some unintelligible shit really slowly, and then the characters slowly looked right at the camera.

when i woke up, i felt this strange, lingering sense of dread, almost as if that was a real episode and i had actually watched it. and it had me thinking...what if that was a real episode? what if #? was a real glitch techs season that netflix and nickelodeon had greenlit? how would children and parents react to something like that? how would i react?

oh, and then i took the fattest shit ive ever shat in my life. theres something funny that happened.

[marsjoram]

Moonshine...

oh man…..Moonshine……..,,

How I feel about this character

shes incredible!! an amazing character!! i think about her too long and i weep openly 

emily talked about episode 91 on reddit recently (here’s the full comment bc it’s good) and the part that really hits me the hardest is emily describing moonshine’s entire character as being “built around trying to make sure everyone’s comfortable and taken care of. Which can be a strength, but it can also be a flaw, so I try to play it both ways. She isn’t trying to “sacrifice” herself or do something noble, or have an arc. She’s just trying to make sure everyone’s taken care of and believes she can help.”

its very very bizarre to think about now but when i listened to the meet the party thing at the beginning, i was honestly kind of lukewarm on the pitch of moonshine’s character. im really not sure why. but now, while i dont have anything to say that hasnt already been said better by others, i would die for her 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

i don’t really have strong feelings on moonshine having a love interest tbh. i think if she does get one this late in the campaign it should probably be alanis, they would be really nice together! (and tbh youre entirely to blame for that bhgjnfkfj) i think her and jaina would be neat. i also think her and jovyre wouldve been extremely good if moonshine was in a better emotional state when jovyre hit on her. a dyke can dream

also im very curious who moonshine has a crush on 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

she and hardwon………..theyre so good………the absolute unwavering respect and love hardwon has for her is a lot. its a lot. 

her and apple!! theyre both just elf jocks teaming up together and i think thats wonderful. also the fact that moonshine is so unabashedly selfless and that apple is admittedly a little bit selfish is funny to me considering they get along so well

also, while they havent interacted much since then, i remember when moonshine and ulfgar declared each other best friends after wrestling and i think that wouldve been nice to explore in a different world

My unpopular opinion about this character

not unpopular on tumblr as much as on twitter or reddit, but moonshine has done nothing wrong ever and emily gets entirely too much shit 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i just want her to end the campaign not feeling the need to have the world on her shoulders yknow. also i guess to a smaller extent the jovyre thing i mentioned earlier but thats less for narrative interest and more because im gay 

[chiltepepopper]

I fixed the fridge yesterday

I fixed the vacuum too. I’m proud of myself and my ability to fix things. It sparked this huge ball of happiness in me so I thought I would share my thoughts.

People tell me I’m going to “need a man” for certain things. Especially because I’m small, but that’s not true. My father didn’t teach me many positive things or tell me many positive anecdotes but a tiny amount of his lessons were a sideways form of empowering. He’s been a grouch for as long as I can remember. Recently he’s been spitting hot poisonous words or homophobia and racism. So that the man who raised me. He raised me to be aggressive because of all the shady stories and bizarre things he’s told me over the years. He told me that because I’m a woman and I’m small {4 11} people will always want to try to convince me I need a man or someone to help me. I sort of agree because it has already manifested multiple times in my life. He also said that the only way I would need a man is if I was forced to ask him to do things I couldn’t. So far Im not too convinced thats how it works but it motivated me. I love my independence and it fueled me as a child. So I took to it. He didn’t know I would end up falling in love with a woman. He didn’t guess, but honestly I don’t know how, that I wouldn’t even want a man. So here comes the empowering part I was talking about earlier. Because he didn’t want me being taken advantage by anyone else but him he taught me how to change tires and brakes and bullshit like that in the car. Because of him I know how to use tools, tinker, build, install tile carpet and hardwood, paint, install crown molding, a ton of stuff. I could practically be in construction. I even know how to weld. My hand might be small but they can make and build a house if you give me enough time. I can do things that people have told us women that we’re too dainty to do. It’s a form of crowd control. This odd form of crowd control has a double edge though because people who buy into this also fall into the trap that women need to be saved as opposed to treated as a partner. Treating someone like they’re helpless makes them helpless. Period. Nothing empowering about that.

So I say fuck that noise.

There will come a day when I’m with my wife and she needs something fixed and I’ll be able to fix it because I know how. And I will feel so proud. I’ll be able to fix up the baby’s crib or some other appliance. I’ll be able to help keep things neat and working. I’ll be Bob the Builder with my yellow hard hat and my yellow utility belt cleaning out drains and tinkering in the back yard trying to build my wife a dream home. I’m not afraid, embarrassed, or ashamed to get my hands dirty. I’m not too dainty. I’m spunky and capable. It will bring me great joy to say I did something to provide and support my family. I’m proud to say that in that way, I will. Not just with my paycheck, but with my hard work and dedication too. My family won’t need a man to stay afloat. When my wife tells me she needs something repaired around the house. I’ll say “I can do all the shit. No problem lady!” With a huge grin. It’s all very ironic he wanted me to not need a man and now that I most definitely don’t he doesn’t like it? He taught me tools that will help me support the person and future family I choose to love unwittingly to both of us. My future wife and I don’t have to rely on any man because we got this.

[hozukitofu]

Tobirama vs parenting

As far as anyone a lot of people are aware, Senju Tobirama is a bachelor. Without a spouse. Possibly never married, or, well, no spouse can be seen in sight.

Make no mistake - he’s desirable. He is pretty. Very pretty - blindingly so. Heads turn when he walks down the street. Model recruitment officers have approached him consistently since the age of 11 to persuade him to take up a modelling career. There were a lot of random proposals in the past that Hashirama will be very happy to reenact loudly and publicly, to the presence and sighs of his brother.

The point is that he’s pretty and he’s financially stable and he’s fit and overall a perfect groom to all the desperate mothers out there searching for a suitable spouse for their wayward spawns. People have begged him to marry their kids - Itama has footage of someone ambushing Tobirama on his runs and clutching onto his arm and begging for a marriage, for his daughter. It’s bizarre. The man himself had to relocate a couple of times and obscured his address from his limited circle of friends because the petty and annoying pest Madara keeps on sending admirers outside his door and he can’t go to work that way, go away Madara.

He’s pretty and very very desirable on the market of remarkably small pool of eligible bachelors, and it is only the combined forces of his brothers hissing around him and his red vampiric eyes that steer people away from him, arguably number one desirable bachelor of Konoha.

Somebody joked once about how Senju-san is like a vampire but then a group of soccer mums saw him at the butcher buying two kilograms of steak cuts for his family dinner and it happened. They asked him how would he like his steak, because that’s how people flirt nowadays, and in a very flat voice, Tobirama informed them that he eats his steak raw, like the blood of my enemies, and nobody had ever approached him about his dietary preferences ever since.

(Torifu broke down crying when he was told that. Homura most likely taught Tobirama that line, though they wouldn’t put it past him to come up with it on the spot himself, because he’s just a dry and sarcastic bastard by nature.)

So Tobirama is a little tiny bit scary - no big deal, he’s still exceptionally easy on the eyes. Even with the red eyes and the cheek scars.

Scrap that. The man’s perfected the I am disappointed in you stare and people are sure that he has small children somewhere annoying the living daylights out of him to be able to recreate such a universal look on caretakers all across the globe and throughout history can recognise and sympathise with.

The man works in some government job - he’s in creaseless suits when he’s not in equally flawless and ironed kimono. He used to teach - or he still does, at the prestigious Konoha Academy, teaching law and politics with that stern voice of his. As far as anyone is aware, he's a workaholic - his brothers joked that the only loves of his life are kendo, calligraphy, books and his job, in which he agreed. On multiple occasions.

So it comes as a sort of awful surprise and a little bit of ‘I did not expect this and what’, when teenagers start appearing in his home and calling him variations of sensei, father and dad.

Tobirama doesn’t divulge on the specifics of his relations of these children, nor does he deny prying questions of Senju-san, are these minions yours? It’s so suspicious and people just want to know -

Is the prettiest but scariest Senju brother still a bachelor and are the goddamn demon children of his blood and good genes?

Tobirama has other more pressing issues than spending a second of his life to social gossips. Like Itama’s fellowship dinner. Reminding Hashirama to stop burying himself, for once, under paperwork. Nagging the kids to do homework. Dissuading Koharu from setting her brothers on fire with an aerosol can and a matchbox.

He’s a single father raising six children and an entire man-child Hashirama. He doesn’t have time to even go for his runs without waking up exceptionally early, and Torifu throws actual fits when he’s up at a certain hour that is too early for his biological clock to process all the necessary chemicals and that’s bad for you, dad, don’t do that to yourself that’s self harm.

He should have really discouraged the food biology dream, but now the boy is an aspiring nutritionist and there’s no stopping him from seeking out his dream now.

Tobirama can’t sleep late too, because now Itama and Kawarama have little minions to do their nagging for them when they’re travelling to rural areas - Hiruzen is relentless in his constant ranting and Koharu just steals his paperwork and laptop and sprints. Kagami, the oldest, the first child and the one who should be on his side, only watches on the sideline and laughs at him whenever Torifu yells at him to go to bed at a reasonable time be a good role model to your children.

He doesn’t remember adopting these brats. They’ve just showed up one day after the classes they don’t share together, because Kagami is a tattler and the rest are opportunistic carnivores, and he’s a very sizable chunk of meat that their little vulture claws have hooked on and never once let go of since years ago. Now they’re registered under the same family as him, loosely, because Madara can’t let Kagami go and the Akamichi extended family can’t part with Torifu without a lot of tears and consolation hamper baskets and he’s just given up when it comes to the two of them. When they have enough funds to move out he’ll just sign the papers and adopt them into his family officially.

It is such a disservice to the cold, vampiric aesthetic (and front) that he keeps up in front of his neighbour, out of sheer entertainment because their reactions to his many comments are nothing short of comedic. Now he chases after Kagami and Danzo, the combined forces of them two destroying people’s lawns with their bikes even though they’re eighteen and shouldn’t be doing this, with his kimono on their forearms. Now the local fruit vendors knows the exact volume of how shrill his voice can reach when he’s telling Torifu and Homura off for buying three trays of mangoes ‘for science’ and then not eating them. He had been stripped from his kimonos to try frankly outrageous Harajuku street fashion because Koharu has a long-term hobby as a photographer and Hiruzen loves dressing him up in long skirts and crop tops and those really high waist pants that look great on him. Koharu’s Instagram blew up over a week because of the combined efforts of all of them to make Tobirama into the model that he deserves to be. 

(He likes every photo and prints out the photos that he and one of his kids are in it and pins them in his study.

The kids pretend they know nothing about it.)

Kagami somehow has a bottle of foundation that matches his skin perfectly and he can’t help but think that the brats had conspired and planned this out for a long time and he just have to accept it.

His neighbours all can describe the exact expression when each of his kid leaves home or graduate, because a lot of them are parents or they have parents, and that is the face of a man who loves his kids and saddens to see them leave his nest of safety, but he wishes all the best for them and waits for their return.

(And well, they still send fan letters to his mailbox everyday. It’s fascinating to see him shred them by the recycling bin before the rubbish trucks come take the rubbish away. Something about him with a knife just intrigues people.

His kids laugh at him all the way on their side of the phone when he tells them of this peculiar fixation on his manual paper shredding.)

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[6ad6ro]

um so… i woke up thinking of this old friend. she was like best friends w my bad ex? like i used to hang out w her like crazy. she was rly nice? mostly? tho she def had this issue where she didn’t rly know what she wanted in life. and let other ppls warped judgements of “how ppl should act” rub off on her.

like i remember times she would more or less call me a lazy piece of shit to my face. like it was somehow “understood”? but then i’d be like “why are u calling me that?” and she wouldn’t know. bc it wasn’t her actual opinion. she liked who i was. idk she was just rly confused. i think her brother was a cop. her dad was emotionally neglecting and like conservative or militant? i remember her always wanting to smoke pot but also saying “drugs are bad™”. she was someone who u could tell always wanted to be free but was held back by the opinions of the people around her.

especially her on again off again bf? i… didn’t like him. he wanted to grow up to be a politician. he only listened to classic rock. he looked and acted like a conservative wanabee eric foreman from that 70s show, but somehow even worse. he had her convinced that her dream was to be “a loving housewife”… it made me sick. i remember how he tried to convince her to stop hanging out w her best friend and me JUST bc she smoked pot. bc “she was an evil hippie and bad”. i mean tbh she SHOULD have stopped hanging out w my bad ex, but for completely dif reasons. like he was def that kinda guy. a selfish, immature, stubborn, self-righteous idiot. but he was the first guy to ever rly like her. and she had… self esteem issues. i remember how she would… was always waiting for him to decide to wanna go out w her. she seemed so lonely.

her and i were kinda friends separately from my bad ex (lets call her “A”). so one time i remember she ended up coming over to hang w me n watch rocky horror in my room? it was rly fun tbh!! we were having a great time! it was totally innocent! but i remember at one point she like… got weird. got up. and was like “im sorry i think i’m being a bad person i gotta go”. and left? i didn’t get it at the time? or rather… i think i denied it. she clearly liked me, wanted something to happen that night, and felt like a bad friend for having those thoughts. i never asked her about it but looking back it was p obvious. also A was a control freak n just a bad person… so i wouldn’t be surprised if she told L to stay away from me. even tho A was constantly cheating on me n using everyone around her etc. idk it was complicated.

i also remember another time before her and that guy that became her bf (lets call her “l” and him “m”)… i remember there was some small party at my house and for some horribly embarrassing reason my bad ex (we were still together then) convinced me to mess around w her under a blanket in same room as our other friends? we were all v v drunk. i guess it made others in room feel v lonely n so L and this other girl started like… both making out w the one other guy in the room? it was bizarre. that kind of stuff is fine in some circumstances? but this was rly unhealthy. i remember the guy felt bad and told the other girl he had to stop bc he had always rly liked L and wanted to see where things would go w her? other girl said she was fine w it (and knowing her persona it easily was?) and he ended up napping on floor w L. next day i think she woke up, completely regretted what happened, and ran back to M. it kinda sucked for guy bc he rly cared about her but she never even was willing to talk about what had happened. to her it was just a drunken mistake (i knew she kinda liked him back but obv she was scared).

even w all that stuff, L was a constant member of our hangout group for like… 7 or 8 years straight? idk! it was always rly fun w her! even if, looking back, A constantly was ruining all our fun w her insane bullshit. i have fond memories of 3am park hangouts n just roaming around talking n going on adventures… i’d never cheat on a partner. never have, never will. but i think i did have like… feelings for L that i always ignored? that part of her that… wanted freedom? from those weird family’s/bf’s/society’s ideals that she let chain her down? it was attractive. she was a nice person just doin her best.

anyways i remember around when A and i finally broke up for good (only a month after my dad died, if u wanna know how awful of a person A was). and she ended up taking me aside n warning me that A had been cheating on w me w another guy, but it’d gotten serious w him. and A of course was lying and stringing me along so she could get money n sex from me etc. A using me was p common. but L had had enough and “betrayed A” (did a v nice thing) and told me. i think that was… really what set in motion A and i being done for good. that helped wake me up about what a horrible person A was. and had always been. i’ll always be grateful to L for that. that must’ve been hard for her. and i think her and A’s like 10 year friendship died over that. which rly was a good thing like A was a terrible person.

anyways fast forward like 2? 3?? 4 years? L had gone off to a college out of state w her boyfriend M. she… followed him around. no judgement, but it prob wasn’t good for her. i was in an apartment in another city and me and A had been DONE™ for years. i was still def hurt from the 8+ years of abuse, but i was def over her at least. seeing other ppl regularly. it was def a weird time for me but… that’s another story.

L and i hadn’t rly talked in years. i just didn’t rly associate w ppl A still hung around. i never knew her and L had stopped being friends or i prob woulda kept up w L. i don’t think L and i cut off contact on purpose, but it was just one if those “things”. but L hit me up outta the blue. was like “ back in town do u wanna hang?” and we did! it was rly nice seeing her! we went out and about. idk. we started hanging for a bit. but she… idk she clearly rly enjoyed my company? but also… had those weird judgements. idk.

one time we were hanging and she was at my place and saw all the alcohol i had layin around and was like “hey uhhh can i have some?” and i was like “hehe okay i guess we can drink” and ordered a pizza and we just hung out.

idk but before we got drunk she finally told me why she was back. M, the guy she had followed to college, had done the gross, stereotypical dude thing of breaking up w her right after they both graduated. i got a vibe he had been cheating on her all throughout too. he rly was the type. and as we drank we talked about it. i felt so bad for her. she vented all night. and idk all i remember was we were both v drunk and i think i was… idk why my head was in her lap? but she was playing w my hair. and idk. we kissed. things happened. she seemed so happy w it! i was too. i even stupidly cracked a joke “i bet A would be rly pissed if she saw us rn” and we both laughed. i always regretted sayin it tho bc its not like i was doin it to get back at A.

but i remember we were in my bed making out bc i had accidentally gotten aggressive w her n slammed her into a wall n started kissing her? so hard her nose started bleeding? i felt awful but she LOOOVED it and idk we somehow wound up in bed. idk i kinda regret this. bc… i was having a hard time around then and… just sleeping w all my friends? it just became… clockwork. i would do what i thought my friends wanted me to do regardless of how i felt. i had become kinda a slut.

so i remember like… making out but then i started to escalate things? and i think fir a split second she sobered up and was like “wait lets cool this down a little”. and i was like “okay no prob” and we both tried to go for a walk n find a park? we walked hand in hand and she kept telling me how happy she was? like how… this was the kinda stuff M would never do with her? she was just smiling a lot. it was cute. but i was so drunk n still fairly new to area, so i took her in wrong direction from the park. we ended up giving up n just walking back.

we got back in and thats i think when she sobered up mostly but i wad still out of it? and she realised her dog hadn’t been fed. it was def a partial excuse but she rly loved that dog so i could tell it was REAL guilt. i felt bad bc i tried to take her hand n go back into my room bc i wanted her to stay n cuddle? i was just drunk. i wasn’t forceful, but i shoulda been like “oh that’s fine!” but tbh i was also a touch worried she was too drunk to drive. well anyways… she left.

later we did have a looong talk about it. like… she ended up going to try and get back with M again (i still will never know what she saw in him like he rly used her n treated her bad like even going so far as to ask her advice on dating other girls after they broke up). but idk i thought she was smart enough to end things w him, and could tell her and i had feelings, so i tried to stay a lil closer than friends? idk what i told her but it was along the lines of “we can stay friends but if things happen sometimes it’s okay w me”. i look back on it w embarrassment but i guess it wasn’t that bad a thing to say?

but rly it was mostly a drunken mistake. and she was scared. and wanted to cut it off. she couldn’t end things w M like she was still torally in love w him even tho he had abandoned her. tbh i know what that’s like. well anyways i remember a few hangouts later she just… bailed on me? in a rly mean way? i had gone to pick her up from her house (idk 30 min drive each way) and she just… totally stood me up. i was parked at her house like texting her wondering where she was? and she sent me a text like “sorry something came up”. and wouldn’t tell me what happened and i got annoyed and drove home.

i have a feeling now that like M had… shown back up in her life and she sorta… threw me away to run back to him? i mean i can’t take it too personally bc she woulda done that to ANYONE. i don’t remember what happened after that but we just stopped talking again. i saw later on fb that her and M had gotten engaged or married?? idek? idk if her and i are still fb friends or if one of us blocked the other or what? i don’t remember.

but idk. i hope she’s well. i hope M got WAYYY better. or she left him. or idk. i wouldn’t even know how to contact her. i’m almost afraid to. like bc i… could see her giving up on her dreams and just being that housewife to him. even if she was mildly content doing that, i know she’d never be happy. and it’s so unlikely that he’d have grown to be good to her. i just… hope she’s doing well and is okay and happy. idk why i woke up worrying about her. it’s been so long… i’m such a dif person now. idk. time is weird.

[shrimpshack45]

5/7/2021

A few days ago, I had a really strange, scary dream.

Although its not a nightmare, no. I dont wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night when they end. In fact, I wake up just fine in the morning after them, just confused.

In it, I had gone to the house of a person I had followed online while they followed me back. It was a real far drive from my home, at least a few hours. She was a japanese woman in her late 20s and/or early 30s, and had a husband the same age. She also had a baby daughter I think. I went to have dinner with her with my family. Her house was cozy and nostalgic I can slightly remember.

After I left her home, my family had left with the car before I went to go with them, they said don’t get lost and stay safe, I remember I had one of my friends message me telling me they could pick me up and drive me home, but then another messaged me a second later saying to not go with him, and saying he was an asshole, go with me instead.

When I said okay and started walking down the sidewalk of the street I was on, I looked above and saw on the powerline, a fleshy, hairy, grey blob of a creature. I asked “what was that?” To myself, and then more fleshy hairy grey blobs appeared around me, saying it was the realm I was in, that I was trapped forever in it with them. They were everywhere, growing all around me and on me. Sequenses cut to me on the train sitting alone misserably, drained of any brightness or life, and another of me in a bathtub alone. All this while the loudest, saddest music played, and screaming and a trapped feeling became overwhelming. 

I remember, at one point in the dream, it said something about lonliness and being alone. Or the realm itself, being a metaphor for being all alone.

Thats a scary thought. Being trapped in your own lonliness and mind. That would suck. I woke up thinking a lot about it. I’ve always struggled with feeling alone. Probably my mind, venting it into a dream. Like a surrealist movie.

My dreams are surreal and meaningless for the most part though, its not something to stress about. Hah. I will be okay, and my dreams will just get more bizarre, the more bizarre I grow. Lol.

[karolinadariaflora-blog]

On this winter night, sitting by the fireplace, I feel like sharing some more thoughts, cause I’ll be gone for a while, and had never been good at answering questions I get on here or at any digital contact whatsoever… Anyways, it’s been some time, cause already in 2013, after having met Bianca Casady, cross-disciplinary artist of music duo CocoRosie, I gave an extensive interview that, along with my photos, was published in the second issue of the magazine Girls Against God, that she created in partnership with artist Anne Sherwood-Pundyk. If I was to answer these questions now, 4 years later, many of them would have been answered differently, some using less, other more words. But even after all the time that had passed since, these words will still put some landmarks in the landscapes I portray and invite you to travel through with me. Thank you everyone for joining me on this journey, with love,

K.

’’The second issue of GAG—a pocket book of practical magic—investigates and celebrates spiritual healing, instinctually tying together the earth and women’s bodies. Through essays, fiction, poetry, interviews and spells GAG Issue 2 delves into the roots of occult earth wisdom passed through generations of women against persecution and patriarchy. A boldly feminist exploration and multi-generational endeavour, GAG deploys the arts to illuminate the oppressive, obsolete nature of traditional, male-defined religions and other patriarchal institutions—“We must resist and reinvent,” Casady declares.’’

GAG kicked off at the 9th Annual New York Art Book Fair in 2014. You can still get a copy of it here 

Who are the people in your photographs?

Karolina: These are different aspects of the feminine energy, taking form and telling stories. They are archetypes, and each figure bears a lot of symbolism for the viewer to decipher. Even if I portray a man, he represents a more intuitive, heart-centered, feminine part of himself. These personas understand the language of the birds, can see the eighth color of the light spectrum, they lived through snake bites, and they all well remember their star origins. Very often these photographs are my auto-portraits in a way. Each silhouette walking away, seen from behind, represents my nomadic urge to follow the setting sun, to always be free, to always stay on that self-rememebering journey.

The figures in the photographs seem to all belong to the same utopian world. They look like members of some imaginary nature tribe. Can you tell us something about these figures and the landscape they move in?

K.: They are Healers, Shamans, Cosmic Dancers, Weavers of Magical Realities, Wise Men, High Priests and Priestesses, Keepers of Divine Knowledge, Goddesses. They are all Free Spirits and they all live here. It is the reality where you can manifest your dreams instantly, with no fear, where looking inside the dark, spiralling vortex expands the consciousness. I let my spirit travel on its waves and it takes me to the center of the Galaxy. I know I cannot take anyone with me, it’s a solitary journey, it leads to the heart, but I can bring back some things here, and so I do. The most amazing things happen when I meet souls who have been where I’ve been too, or when I explore universes that are the core of their hearts. When we find each other, the recognition on a soul level is immediate. I feel thats’s why people  share their worlds through art — when they find members of their star families, everything falls into place.

Is there some ritual or folklore you think our materialistic and secular culture is missing?

K.: Yes, there are two. One of them is opening all indigenous sacred ceremonies. Connecting your heart with the heart of Mother Earth and Father Sky is one of the most beautiful and important meditations. When the love it creates fills you, a very unique vibration enters into your spirit. Then you can feel the immense love for yourself, remember who you really are, and finally enter your heart. No meditation and no ritual can be performed properly without first  establishing that connection. It’s called the Unity Breath. Just by practicing it, the most unthinkable miracles have happened in my life — images from my heart became real in no time. Another thing would be if more people became aware of the real potential of the sexual energy they carry (that Egyptian Tantra speaks about, for example.) It’s been long forgotten, neglected by the churches that did not want people to use it. It is based on the electro-magnetic charges feminine and masculine energies possess (not genders.) Feminine energy is magnetic and masculine energy is electrical. The exchange happens on the atomic level, creating a frequency that opens consciousness to higher realms. Everything can be brought into existence from that connection, but the base of it has to be love, always.

Is there a division between art and life for you?

K.: For me there is no such a separation, and I just can not live in any other manner. But actually, my life contains more beauty and magic than any creation of mine will ever bear. Before I started documenting these things that happen to me, I’ve been making stuff and living like this for years, not calling myself an artist, it’s just a record of my life. It is up to the viewer to determine what is art. Nature and all that’s beyond it in the universe is the pure, real art that no art gallery, theater or museum will ever be able to host because our own, unique experience makes it the most special art for us. Maybe only music gets close to the mystery of it all.

How did you feel about making a show in an independent art space, can you tell us something about that experience?

K.: I never thought of making an art show, I just enjoy the creation process, grounding me in the present moment. What happens with it all afterwards does not interest me much, but because I was invited to make a show that would  be followed by a week of my crystal healing sessions, I prepared a good healing space to perform it in. I thought that was a good idea. It was marvellous to meet so many beings in the heart center, and see their light and beauty during that week. The event itself was a four hour lecture on all these dimensions I communicate with, which was more typical for a traditional show.

Can you tell us something about your process? What inspires you? Do you speak to angels? Do they influence your creations?

K.: Usually I just feel like there are some things that are suspended somewhere there, waiting for someone to tune in and bring them to manifestation, so I am more a channel for things to take form through me than a creator. I know it could have been anyone, but it happened to me. Of course I get very inspired by the indigenous nations of different cultures, tribes who follow and respect the rhythms of the cosmos. Though the most profound inspiration are the moments of unity with all existence that bring me to an experience of eternity and purest love that I believe is the essence of each atom. I don’t have verbal contact with angels, but I see them as light orbs of different colors of light spectrum and beyond, and there certainly is a communication with worlds within, without, above and below. Spirits of nature, fauna and flora, minerals and these angelic entities show me around, explaining how things work. That is a communication based on a deep trust — listening that is hearing, looking that is seeing and feeling that is knowing.

Did you go to school? How did you educate yourself?

K.: I think that more useful for me was unschooling. I received a very strict, Polish education that kills individuality. After that I needed to erase from my head a lot of harmful data, but along the way I taught myself about everything just by observation of this reality and realities beyond the visible, sense-perceptible world. For example, all my knowledge about mathematics, astrophysics, or any new language I learn is just a download, without much of the learning process. And I have no idea about how to use sewing machines, weaving techniques, cameras, computers, mathematical formulas, grammar of languages I speak. I just get it and do it.

What’s your relationship to possessions and how does this express itself in things you create?

K.: I don’t normally feel attachment to my belongings or things I have created. The Universe knows about it, so my possessions often get consumed by different elements, or just disappear or reappear in the most bizarre circumstances. I often leave things behind or give them away. It’s good feeling to free yourself from objects; it gives more space for your self. Actually, just recently I worked in the forest for many hours, weaving on the looms I made on the flat tree trunks that were cut down. I left all my weavings there for them to experience the cycle of the seasons, growth and death, and just to be. It cheered up the forest too.

What personal dreams do you have for the future?

K.: I don’t know much about the future, I only want to stay happy and live from my heart, no matter the circumstances. I could be of better service to others. But maybe I will learn the language of some exotic birds and plants and fill my life with more of dance and music, rather than with this meticulous handwork, which taught me about the dimension of time.

Are you a witch?

K.: I use healing plants, communicate with animals, and have always had some cats. I’ve seen my thoughts manifest in front of me. I have healed myself from some serious stuff as a kid, heal others when I’m allowed. I have expanded vision, I follow the moon cycles. I live the magic, I make magic, I am magic.

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH17

Happy New Year clownfuckers! Hope you all have a great end of 2017 and see you all in the new year! So this chapter Uncle Penny gets an explanation. We learn how this AU came to be and the rest of the gang find someone to help with their little problem. Also incase anyone wonders the new character is from the film The Witch which is an amazing movie and if you have not seen it I highly recommend it! I love the idea of Penny love growling when he gets dramatic or overly affectionate. I picture it being like a leopard purring, terrifying but also kinda cute. ((Also Pennywise in a nightgown is my new favorite thing))

Chapter 17

Next Time Just Ask the Goat.

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“Explain why you're in a women’s night gown?”

“I-its comfortable.”

“Peeeennn? Why is this older clown also named Penny? And why is he saying he's your uncle???”

“U-um he’s….he’s not supposed to be here.”

“You're right kid, I'm not. I'm supposed to be asleep but some asshole lesser demons woke me up. You know theres more of them down there now right? They kicked me out of my part of the sewer! What the hell is going on kiddo?”

Pennywise sighed in defeat. “Leech this is….my “uncle” as he calls himself.”

“YOU WANNA RUN THAT BY ME AGAIN?” the vampire yelled.

“Can you refrain from shouting in my ear?!”

“Can you refrain from forgetting to tell me you have family members?!!”

“Can both of you refrain from shouting at each other?”

“That’s literally all they do.” Drac said from downstairs.

“Hey were nice to each other sometimes!”

“Look I could make her crawl back to her room but you know how much of a pain in the ass she’ll be if she hurts herself again?” The younger clown grumbled.

“Yeah I’d annoy him so much!”

“Plus look what she did to my floors!”

“Penn your house is literally falling apart.”

“I’m taking this out in your rent.”

“You do and I’ll have to come live with you in the sewer and annoy you all day” she tugged on the clowns ear affectionately causing him to scrunch up his face and growl.

“So you found yourself a girlfriend eh junior? No wonder you've been slacking so much.”

“I’m not slacking”

“Pen you've been slacking.”

“You do realize you're the cause of this? Why are you on my case”

“I like to push your buttons.” she boop-ed his nose much to Pennywise’s un-amusement.

“I’ll say.”

He pushed pass his uncle and set Leech down on the couch downstairs. The rest of the house followed and they caught Uncle Penny up on the whole story. The elder clown remained silent looking back and forth between Penny and Leech glaring at the younger vampire who's legs were draped over his adopted nephew’s lap.

“So what you're saying is my cave is infested all because of these two chucklekfucks.”

“Basically yeah.”

“Well isn't that just fantastic.” the elder clown growled. “What have I warned you about earth women junior?”

“Th-they cause trouble?” the younger clown stuttered. It was completely bizarre to see Penny in a submissive state like this.

“That’s right. Yet you pick one up anyway. She will make you weak kid, you’re already malnourished!”

The younger clown put his claws around Leech’s legs protectively. He was snarling at his elder baring his fangs. The vampires and Jim both debated weather or not to say something but with the way the clowns were growling at each other they decided it was probably safest to stay out of it.  

“Kitchen kid, right now” The elder clown pointed.

The remaining two monsters and the human listened to horrible roars and growls, sounds of ripping and splintering echoed in the empty decaying house. Shortly after the younger clown stomped back into the room picked up a very confused Leech onto his lap and wrapped her tight in his arms. The clown began to make a weird quiet growling noise that was somewhere between a leopards purr and dogs whine. It was a bizarre love growl Leech had only heard it a few times and only in times of intimacy. He was still in a very feral like state his eyes were red and gold glaring at the older clown as if challenging him to try taking her from him.

“Stop your whining junior you big drama queen I said I’d accept her. I'm just not gonna be happy about it. Sheesh.” the elder clown rolled his eyes. “Now tell me how you're going to fix this little mess you've all caused before I decide to eat your pet human over there for dinner.” Jim yelped and hid behind the elder vampire.

“well,….we uh -Pen the drool stop- we do have the rest of the group out looking for the book of the dead so thats something. THE DROOL PENNY STOP!” Leech spoke up pushing the affectionate feral clown off her. Pennywise made a weird moo-growl noise in protest.

“And the odds of that succeeding?”

“Knowing my roommate and our friends? It will be miraculous if they manage to remember the way home.” the elder vampire spoke up.

“Well aint that just peachy.” the older clown grumbled and sank into Chucky’s lazy boy sofa while lighting a cigar.

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“Ok, this is going nowhere.” Chucky sighed coming to a stop on the path

“What are our options?” Tiffany asked looking at the rest of the group

“I'm a dream demon, we've got two dolls who read voodoo for dummies once, and you two idiots with chainsaws.”  Freddy’s patience for all of this was running very thin.

“Why didn't we take the supernatural clown and the vampires wouldn't they be more useful?” Ash asked

“One is hurt and the other two… well more like all three are……difficult. We’d be less further along than we are.” Chucky answered

“Ok cabbage patch kids you know a bit of magic? Try that.” the demon slayer sat on a nearby rock.

“We’re not witches you know, we cant just make magic happen, we need offerings and amulets”  tiff huffed.

“Wait! we may be onto something here, dolls cant you do something to change our luck? Make the guy run into us or something?” Freddy turned to his two plastic companions

“I mean it’d be a low success rate. And well need a real good offering.” Chucky began to think.

“Well what are you waiting for lets try it!” Ash stood up and the team came up with a plan.

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Freddy, Ash and Leatherface approached a pumpkin patch just at the edge of town. The plan was simple: steal a goat and sacrifice it to the voodoo gods.

“Ok Fred you and the big guy grab the goat and I’ll make a distraction.”

“How will you manage that?”

“See the chick working the front of the petting zoo I’ll just work my good looks and roguish charm while you grab the biggest one you can find”

“She’s like 10 years younger than you.”

“Age aint nothing but a number Freddy boy.”

“You're going to get us arrested.”

“Since when are you jack-offs worried about being arrested? Are there even cops in this town?”

“I mean…. wow….huh, the clown’s illusions are stronger than I thought…..”

“You got any better ideas then Fred?”

“Fine lets go Bubba.”

Leatherface grunted and followed the dream demon. As they approached the pen Leatherface reached out to pet some of the animals giggling happily Freddy slapped the giants hand away. “Focus big guy! Go for the big black one in the middle there” the goat snorted tossing its head. Leatherface gave Freddy a look “Go on you grab him!” the giant looked back at the goat. Leatherface cautiously reached for the large intimidating looking animal and reached his arms out. Ash ran past them as the giant finally was able to grab the ram that was flailing and kicking in his arms. Freddy took a brutal kick to the face sending him flat on his ass. “TIME TO GO KIDS” Ash shouted looking behind him “the fuck did you do Williams?”

“She called the cops!”

“OF COURSE SHE DID YOU CREEP”

They ran dragging the large ram with them. “Holy shit that things huge!” Chucky shouted as Leatherface held the struggling animal. “Alright we gotta do this quick Tiff get something sharp”  the ram screamed and tried to break free with unnatural strength. A hiss filled the air “Release me!”

“Um did.. Fred was that you?”

“Why would that be me?”

“Release me you idiots!”

The gang turned to the goat who was completely still. “Wait wait I know that voice…..Phil? Phil you crazy bastard is that you?”

“Fred you were quite foolish to not recognize me!”

“Holy shit Phil why didn't you say something! Bubba let him go we got someone way better than voodoo!”

“You seek something Fred what is it that you search for.” said the goat who's name was apparently Phil.

“Wait you know this goat Kruger?” Tiffany asked shocked and confused

“Oh yeah Phil and I go way back. Why are you a goat right now by the way?”

“The bitches Fred, the bitches”

“Huh goats are what gets the ladies to turn to Satan these days?”

“Have you seen goat yoga Fred? Its all the rage! So many tight leggings and limber bodies all begging to live…deliciously.”

“Oh man wait so you're the guy doing those flying witch orgies in the woods aren't you? Phil you dirty old bastard!”

“Wait this is….the devil?” Chucky raised a plastic eyebrow.

“Phillip is my current name child”

“Well great now that we got the head honcho why don't you tell us were your lackey has my book.” Ash stepped forward.

“The Necronomicon is lost?”

“Yeah Ashy here left it somewhere and now some asshole is after all of us who know the clown.”

“This explains many things.” the goat looked off to the side. “The Kandarians have been a thorn in my side for quite some time. They are famously disobedient and quite honestly annoying. I will tell you where the book is if you send them home to be punished.”

“That’s the goal Phil.”

“Then I will help you look.”

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“So you're the reason all these monsters live here?” Leech asked the elder clown sipping from her mug.

“That’s right kid” Uncle Penny replied. “I got kicked out of my dimension and came here thats when I found junior here squatting by a well eating a baby. Shoulda seen him fangs, he was basically homeless and couldn't commit to a single form Haa!”

“UGH really?!” Pennywise buried his face in his hands.

“Took the little squirt under my wing and showed him the ropes, he took over the town blahblahblah you get the idea. So anyway couple years ago I decided to open it up to other monsters for better cover. Kids these days are way more violent than I remember, so here we are the perfect sanctuary. Which by the way need to get you registered I like keeping track of who I let in on my turf.”

“Our turf” Penny spoke up flashing golden eyes at his elder self.

“Yeah, yeah kid. Our turf.”

Leech eyed the elder clown with suspicion he felt like he was leaving quite a bit unsaid. She wasn't able to give it much thought when she heard a loud gruff voice and hooves at the door.

“HEY GUYS WE FOUND SATAN” Freddy burst into the house with the rest of the gang in tow.

“Um I'm very happy for you Fred?” Leech looked up from her spot on the couch confused.

“No we found the actual devil he's a goat right now. This is Phil.”

“Oh um…. Hey Phil.” Leech waved nervously.

“Sir? Why are you in the form of a goat?” Dracula questioned.

“Bitches Vlad. the bitches.” the goat whispered.

“So like is Satan going to help? Or are we just adding more random people to this group.” Jim asked.

“My child I will assist you on finding the location of the Necronimicon nothing more.”

“Alright Phillip work your magic then!” Ash patted the goat on the back who bleated and glared at him.

“I sense….peking duck….and hair gel…revenge…extreme narcissism.. and noodles.”

“Well thats a random combination.” Leech frowned.

“That is all I can give you. Deliver the Kandarians back to my gate or I shall find you all to take their place.” the goat vanished in a plume of fire.

“Oh great now theres pressure to succeed wonderful!” Chucky grumbled

“So where can we find duck” Leech asked searching places on yelp

“Well there is that Chinese place we got take out from last week” Tiffany remembered

“The one with the delivery boy that Penny ate?” Leech turned to the doll.

“UGH he was way too salty” the younger clown grumbled.

“Then well start there.” Dracula said as Freddy began dialing the take out number.

[snakesnsnoodles]

2, 56 and 58

2. Who have you hurt the most?

That's a broad question, but I think I would have to say people that I’ve lashed out at or just ones I’ve cut out of my life.... I hate that I’ve hurt anyone, but I’m sure there is more  that I have hurt in my past, I just can't remember 

56. Have you ever seriously considered killing someone?

Yes, but thats in fits of rage and I usually get over it. Unless myself counts??? Hahaha

58. Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

Buckle up buttercup, I have a lot of stories. Mostly from my old house in childhood and the farm.  I’ll put it under the cut cause death mentions and such

cause long post is long

Woman in White and The Black Snake        When I was maybe 4 or 6 years old. My parents lived in the bedroom downstairs, my current room. I was(and still am) an nervous child and a very bad sleeper due to my constant nightmares.... When I was young, the second Harry Potter movie was out and I was terrified of the Basilisk(oddly enough cause now I think its cute???). So I would have this recurring nightmare where this giant black snake, not the Basilisk oddly enough, would chase me through my house and try to snatch me up. I would run around the house and it was alot like the scene in the movie where Harry was running through the tunnels and yeahhhhh. Anyways one night after this nightmare I was so scared I ran down to my parents room like I always would to get away. I would climb between them and try to sleep but I would end up staying awake anyways...    On this particular night, I came down and laid on the end of the bed instead, I didn't want to wake them up, I hated bugging them but I was so freaked. I heard a soft noise and I tensed up and looked around, thats when I saw it.. or should I say "her?"...A woman, dressed in a simple white dress, reaching her upper thigh, standing in the corner, she had long white curly hair and amberish, red/ or purple? eyes. She was so pale and beautiful, if not for the red slash across her throat and and the stains on her dress and pale glowing skin, I would have thought her to be an Angel. I sat up and pinched myself to make sure I was awake and she was still there. I was so scared I froze like ice. I could not move and I tried... I couldn't scream and I couldn't do a thing. She smiled and walked towards me, and then stopped and stood over the bed. She reached out to touch my face it was so cold, but hesitated. Her smile fade and she looked around seeming worried... then she vanished and I was freed from the ... spell? trance? I'm not sure... but the rest of the night I couldn't sleep and I kept hearing crying and the occasional shadow would dart around the room. I was so afraid I stayed awake until dawn, again.    In the morning I tried to tell my parents but mom got all weird and said it was my over active imagination, but it was so real and I was and still am convinced she was trying to tell me something...    The night after I had that snake nightmare again. But this time for some bizarre reason, I turned around and let the snake catch up with me. He stopped and looked at me with his bright toxic green eyes and we had a long staredown, he seemed to expect me to run, but I stopped myself. After what seemed like forever he leaned down and licked me, then after that in the dream, me and this snake played all night and I fell asleep against him in the dream, thats when I woke up, feeling  like I had the best sleep of my life. That was what probably started my obsession and love of snakes... I still don't know where or what was going on with the woman and I worried about it for years...    In the end I started to write a story involving the snake and the woman, I named the snake Daniel and the woman Onria....She's the main goddess in my story, and Daniel is her prophet... That whole experience spawned some of my earliest OC's....    I still on rare occasions dream about the snake, Daniel as I call him, but its rare... The Old Farm House / Hey Great Great-Grandpa! Where Is Your Leg?    When I was around 4th grade, we lived in Minnesota, far away from our house (we had the farmhouse and the one here in Manvel, but my dad owned the farm and mom owned the one in Manvel, they weren't married till i turned like 16, 17 years old tbh) Anyways, it was a house thats been in my dad's family since it was built. I had a bedroom in the upstairs and I lived under the attic. My mom and dad had a bedroom on the main floor along with the living room with a door so I could go in there and shut the door. Anyways I typically didn't sleep in my bedroom, I usually slept down on the main floor living room on the couch and fell asleep watching movies. But this night I decided to sleep upstairs in my bedroom with my hideaway couch/bed thing. I played some paper mario on my gamecube (oh my lord I feel old lol ), played with my hamster, and turned out the lights to go to bed. But of course as soon as the lights went out I heard some thumping around above my head... I got scared and fumbled with the light string (yes it was an old attachment thing haha, no switches upstairs) and I couldn't get it on.    Not long after that I heard a soft moan and the room turned cold. A man stood in the doorway squinting at me, he looked alot like my grandpa, but that was impossible because he was still alive at the time.... The man in the doorway was wearing an old time war outfit with one of the legs missing up to his hip. I just stared at him cause I was so scared. He blinked and pointed at the window and said something about the garage??? I looked at the window and looked back and he was gone.    So the next morning I go out to the garage, it was full of junk and stuff, never parked a car in it tbh. But anyways I went in and looked around and found a big jar. In the jar was some preservative fluid, and a fucking leg bone. Like the whole leg and foot. It was fascinating and I ran to the house to ask my  dad about it. (I didn't say anything about the supernatural hint because my parents never believe me...) He said I had found my great-great grandpa's leg, he had lost it long ago and they preserved it after they found it. It still messes with me that a dead relative pointed me to his dead body parts.    I rarely ever slept upstairs after that, cause whenever I did I would heat the knocking in the attic and it drove me nuts. Bump in the Night / Whispering Assault    Warning, this one MIGHT be triggering to you if you've been creeped on, maybe you should skip this one, just a heads up...    Alright. This one is the most recent of all the stories. And this one is a bad experience I have had/am still having..? Nothing has happened since my basement flooded ... but I'm still cautious of this one....    So. This started when I was still 18 and I'm now 20, so its been about 2 years.    Every so often in my house I stay up past 3am just to kinda work on doodles or watch videos, ect. On the first time this happened and I noticed it I was doodling, with no music on or any kind of noise. But suddenly I hear shuffling soft footsteps outside my room door. At first I thought it was my mom, but on how the hell she snuck downstairs without me hearing the upstairs door slam open, creak open, or the loud ass stairs, was my first hint that something was wrong. I got up and listened to the footsteps. They stopped, so I reluctantly laid back down in my bed. But as soon as I did that I heard the sounds of someone messing with the loud light switch, I got up much quicker and saw the light slightly flicker under the door, I stupidly opened the door as fast as I could, nothing was there but the air felt really heavy I slammed the light on. (At this point I've gotten brave when it comes to the supernatural seriously I've made it this far in life without dying) The room felt wrong and it felt like the dark was alive in the basement room across from me.... so I closed the door and locked it. I left my closet light on that night.    There was a few more incidents like this one where I would hear the noise, minorly freak out, and just try and ignore it. Then there was the two incidents... One where they approached me, and the second, when they spoke to me.    I shut off my electronics for the night and laid down in my bed (a weird coincidence my bed is in the same corner as where I first saw the lady in white, Onria. But this must be a different ghost, this one burns not freezes... o-o") As I was laying there, I had a scary feeling of being watched. I was too scared to look to the end of my bed but I felt the odd presence and pulled my huge comforter over my head. As soon as did this I felt something lay right on top of me, it was as heavy as a person, my heart was racing and I panicked and stayed under the blanket. I felt it feeling me up all over, it pressed against me, uncomfortably touching everything. I tried to struggle, but it held on tight. It was way to warm and I could hardly breathe. Finally the pressure released me and I reluctantly lifted the blanket to look and as quick as I could manage I turned all the lights in my room, it was gone.    The second and last time I heard from this same presence was maybe a couple months before the flood in my basement when the same-ish situation happened where I felt them lay on me, but much gentler this time.... There was weird and pleasant sensations. It was weird as hell and I felt breath in my ear and heard a woman speak, she said "its ok" and "I know about her" and then something about "You're not who you are". I felt a soft pressure on my lips and the presence was gone. I sat up quickly and remember seeing a soft flash of light outside my room and then it was gone.    After that I heard the noises very rarely and I still felt the darkness in the other room. I still get that feeling, usually upstairs now... In the end I am still to this day confused as hell.... and thats all my big experiences? 

[itslovewithyouthings]

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sinesalvatorem: yesharrypotterlover123blr: fawnfreckles: devilinhighheels: marril96: mizumanta: cheshireinthemiddle: cheshireinthemiddle: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: be-blackstar: This is how you handle getting your privileged called out. Not reverse racism! Not heterophobe! and all those other dynamics that dont exist. Just recognition. Recognition of privilege (and hopefully continuous self-checking) THIS Do you have any idea what someones high school experience was like? What if she was homeless in high school and got beat up everyday? What if she went through severe depression? What if she lost a parent in high school? Your assumption that traits you are born with automatically make your experiences worse is crap This same show could say that merideth doesnt like planes and some gay muslim tries to shame her for it. Even though She got in a plane crash Lost a sister in that crash Fought off animals from eating her sister Almost lost a husband Lost a close friend Suffered trauma and lasting fear. But shes white and heterosexual so her experience must be easier than yours. Becuase you know all about what little she went through. There was another white character who was homeless in high school and lived in her car. Compared to black lesbian who spent high school knowing that she could come home to a loving family a warm house consistant meals and fresh clothes. Dont downplay peoples experiences based on race especially when you dont even know their experience. You know what? No. Fuck this. FUCK THIS! You can never know what someones been through. If something bad happened to me I need understanding not some asshole pointing out some people have it worse. Just no. If anyone ever tries to pull that shit on me I will tell them to fuck off. I actually had something similar happening to me this week funnily. I told a friend of mine (the guy with the crazy NYE girlfriend if some of you remember) that he should be more confident before going into a new relationship and that I knew it is hard. He told me I shouldnt be talking because I live with my boyfriend and get money. I just wrote What money do I get? You mean my half-orphans benefits? Or my child care money? You know why I get that? Because I saw my mother fucking dying in our Croatia holidays when I was 13. Because my father had to decide between his girlfriend who abused me for years and me his daughter and kicked me out? And may I remember you why I live with my boyfriend? Because my aunt let her daughter abuse me every single day humiliated me and broke me to the point of me cutting developing disordered eating habits and emotional breakdowns every single day. Im suffering from these things called depression anxiety and PTSD. I am so sorry that I tried to help a friend with shit Ive been going through since Im eight He apologized after that. dont put down others experiences because you think youve suffered more What I dont like about either of these assumptions is that often people dont simply suffer more or less they suffer differently. For one thing Im sure there are plenty of things that I havent had to deal with because of my privileges. Im also sure that Ive had to deal with other things that like the commenters have said have happened in spite of it or in some ways because of it (jealousy invisibility statistical minority). Im also sure that there are people who regardless of background have suffered more than me and less than me. And Im sure they include some people who have gone through the same things as me and had the lack of privilege to deal with on top of it. For another it isnt even as simple as that. What if the scenario above had been a straight black man and a white lesbian? In my case I come from a tremendously privileged background and havent had anything charity-story-terrible happen to me but Im on the autism spectrum and most of the people at my school – who were from far less privileged backgrounds – were not. Im lucky in that suffering in my case is an exaggeration. When I hear the kind of stories other people have gone through about being abused by those closest to them or tortured by bullies or having their closest immediate family members die I realise how lucky Ive been not to have had that in my past. That being said the kind of stuff Ive been through because it isnt that serious can be hard for me to describe to people. Imagine going to Oscar night and youve lost the oscar and you tripped on the red carpet and you peed your pants and nobody cares because theyve never had the opportunity to go to the Oscars and think youre complaining about first-world problems. Meanwhile you feel as though every dream youve had is destined to be that little bit mediocre and part of you wishes youd never gone at all while the other tries to console it by saying hey at least you went. I think that in terms of privilege and background people who say the black lesbian suffers more doesnt mean the black lesbian whos had a good life with a few microaggressions suffers more than the straight white girl whos been abused and had her family die they mean the black lesbian whos been abused and had her family die suffers more than the straight white girl whos been abused and had her family die. The problem is that this fails to account for all scenarios. Im sure that in general a black lesbian autistic suffers more than a straight white male autistic because they arent really represented as autistic they have to deal with the stuff that comes with being black and being a lesbian on top of it they have to deal with the angry black woman stereotype they have to deal with the black trans disabled pansexual lesbian joke and so on. But if I decided to infodump during a meeting and so did she she wouldnt be the one seen as an oppressive misogynist. I also just straight up dont get what might motivate someone to react that way? Like high school sucked seems like it should be immediately responded to with saaame or relatable or I know that feel girl. Like We have had a similar experience and that brings us together is just such an unalloyed good that I cant imagine responding to something you actually relate to (like high school sucking) by trying to say you had it worse (even if you did!). (I am aware that there are some bizarre people who actually want to avoid feeling bonded/connected with the people around them. However this makes roughly as much sense to me as wanting to saw your own arm off. Less honestly – there are situations where sawing your own arm off could be actually beneficial like if youre trapped under a rock.) Like whats the value gained from telling someone you have it worse than them (assuming youre actually right and not just an asshole)? Is there some limited supply of sympathy to go around and you need to pounce on it quickly so that the other person doesnt steal it all? Who is that person even getting that sympathy from such that you need to get in between them and the source? Are there other people in the room youre looking for sympathy from? If so you might actually seem more sympathetic if youre not being such an asshole to the first person. Are you trying to get sympathy from the person you just shut down? Because uh you are doing it so wrong. People who feel shamed for having problems are usually less inclined to be sympathetic to the shamers problems. If you say Yes I understand that problem. In fact I had [worse related problem]. I can guarantee you youll get at least twice as much sympathy from your interlocutor than you would from You think you have problems? You should try mine! The only thing I can see this as being good for is shutting someone else down so they wont speak about their problems anymore. Which I guess could make sense. You may not want to listen to someone you dont care about much complain about their problems all the time. But dont construct this is valiantly calling out privilege. You really are just shutting someone down. Decide on those terms whether thats what you want.

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Homestuck Liveblog #176

UPDATE 176: ...They’re Still Arriving...

Last time almost everyone who’s going to be fought had arrived – except Lord English, but he’s already there. He always is. Hah! Also Jade has been completely left out of the fights. So let’s see this continue!

Somehow, Davepetasprite managed to find Jade in the enormity of paradox space. How did you get all the way here, you strange sprite? They came to the Green Sun voluntarily, looking where the fight with Lord English. Follow the path of destruction, that’s a good indicator where he has passed by.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < jade i used to be fairly depressed  JADE: yeah...  JADE: well i DO remember that  JADE: you seem to be in pretty high spirits now though :)  DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes im doing fucking phenomeownal 

Say, by now I’m aware it’s unlikely because there’s so little time left for shenanigans, but I have to wonder what Dave’s reaction would be to seeing Davepetasprite. It must be bizarre to see a version of yourself like this. Chances are he’d have a better reaction than Rose did with her own weird sprite! As long as he doesn’t try to smother anyone, he’ll be by default a better reaction.

Because all Jade remembers about Davesprite is he dying not too long after the start of the three-year old journey, she takes the chance of saying she’s sorry. Maybe it was for the better you were spared the ‘dating Davesprite’ part, Jade, that made things kinda awkward for you two. Davesprite more or less says the same thing, on account of him being a miserable bird douche 

Somehow, all this situation with Calliope’s doomed self makes Jade have a lot of introspection. What’s being a Space player? She thinks she’s finding out now.

JADE: it apparently means being deprived of some important experiences  JADE: like i get closer to my aspect, but further away from everyone i love, and further from...  JADE: feeling like a person?  JADE: its just a really empty feeling after a while  JADE: empty like...  JADE: space i guess  JADE: heh

Sounds like quite a heavy burden, then. Is that why this doomed version of Calliope is so distant? It may be. I don’t think Jade will be able to separate yourself from others in that way, honestly. She’s not the kind of person that likes being lonely.

Because this space stuff is bound to be difficult for Jade, Davepetasprite attempts to tell their own experiences and why they’re okay now. It’s likely because Nepeta’s Heart powers, it helps with the complicated stuff that’s having to cope with all these infinite variations of yourself. Persevere, Jade, and you’ll be okay. Davepetasprite is proud of you.

The support in these trying times is valuable to her, and she’s indeed going to try her best. Still, how to wake up? Calliope left her floating here near the Green Sun in timeout but Jade wants no such thing, she wants to wake up and ‘have fun’. Fun that I suppose involves using Space powers to defeat somebody! Davepetasprite offers to wake up Jade.

...uuuuuh...alright! Well, I suppose that’s a method as effective as any other! It’s better than being stabbed in the gut with a trident! Too bad it doesn’t work – because it wasn’t what Davepetasprite had in mind.

...welp. Uh, that’s not much better than being stabbed in the gut with a trident, dammit. Guess there’s no more option than suffering grievous wounds, Jade, sorry about that. Look at the bright side, you woke up before you even realized what happened, and nobody in this safe house is going to eviscerate you with anything.

Calliope and the Mayor were waiting for her to wake up, mostly to point at a note that’s tied to Jade’s finger.

Thanks, Dave! Guess you won’t sit back while everyone else does stuff around, Jade, you have a job to do! Have fun with Bec Noir and the Mendicant – and of course Jade would be the one to do it, the dog component in those two is going to be of help here. Good luck, Jade!

In Dirk’s planet, apparently someone barked.

DAVE: did someone just bark  DAVE: terezi was that you  TEREZI: WH4T? NO 1 D1DN'T B4RK  TEREZI: 1 THOUGHT TH4T W4S YOU  DAVE: why would i bark  TEREZI: W3LL WHY TH3 FUCK WOULD 1 B4RK??? 

Why’d it be Jade? I mean, she’s planets away from you, I doubt she can bark so loudly you hear her from far away. Maybe it was Bec Noir or the Mendicant. Those two may be flying around nearby.

Nevermind, looks like it really was Jade, she’s here, much to everyone’s despair. Hey, with some luck the Condesce will be too busy getting her face clocked, but personally I’m not going to take it for granted. For all this group knows, Jade is about to snap under brainwashing again and will throw everyone into the Green Sun.

Dave isn’t happy to see Jade awake and tells her to get back to sleep. Hah! Like she’s going to get back to her house to sleep anytime soon. Good luck, everyone!

JADE: oh yeah by the way dave...  JADE: youre a pretty good kisser!  JADE: even when youve got cat lips ;)  DAVE: WHAT 

Surprise, Dave! With some luck Union Jack is going to get here before Terezi and Dirk have a chance to interrogate you about your rumored cat lips!

Well, they don’t interrogate him about that. There’s still some time for more questions to ask to each other – more like for one single question more, because Union Jack is already here. He truly is like Lord English. Spades Slick is coming from the other side.

Oh. Dave, I bet what you’re going to ask. There’s this silly thing I remember from long, long ago that simply fits well a situation like this one. How did it go, again?

DAVESPRITE: ask me anything go ahead ill give you a straight answer  DAVE: alright  DAVE: here goes  DAVE: why are we so fucking awesome  DAVESPRITE: thats the best fucking question anybody ever asked 

Hell, Dirk was pretty much saying the exact same opener here! No wonder this is what came to mind! And indeed, Dave repeats it word for word. Even three years later he remembers such a normal and banal conversation!

DAVE: why are we so fucking awesome

Nailed it. Dirk replied exactly the way Davesprite did back then. Sorry, Terezi, you had to be there to understand this joke.

In the dream bubble, the sarcophagus with Lord English comes floating from the sky. Huh, another fifty pages breezed by, mostly filled with Dave and Dirk stretching that five line conversation through like eleven pages. I can’t complain, it’s a nice callback.

Still, I should stop for now.

Next update: two updates

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Greenhouse Effect (GreenhousEfect) on Twitter – “Manipulation” 1992 Palle Carlson Drummer. SuperNetCelebrities.Com 2010.

89,357 Views – The hillarious but highly Rocking Greenhouse Effect Videos from their “Final band meeting” Of November 1992 at El Segundo California’s Jet City Sound Studio have been spliced into other G.e clips. Four Songs were shot that night; Three Versions of “White Black Thang’, Search and Destroy, Two Versions (Or more) of the Beatles cover version of “Please Please me”, …and ofcourse several for the somewhat uptemp G.e. Rocker “Manipulation”. Clark Hagins calls the Video for “Manipulation” his favourite; “We look like we’re havin’ fun there,..we look silly but one can tell that when we played live – We Rocked,..and we rocked hard,…we were a weird unusual band,..to say the least.” Greenhouse Effect exploded in notoriety in 2007 with some of Google Videos Most watched clips World Wide; “Our drummer died in 1999 in a bizarre Gardening accident (Laughs)” says Clark Haggins. Ofcourse Hagins is only kidding as he is referring to hillarious Danish Drummer Palle Carlson , the Denmark Drummer who resembles Spinal Tap’s first percussionist in old 1965 black and white clips. “Greenhouse Effect was a World sensation for quite a long time,..we attracted alot of attention and 50,000 Twitter Followers,…I never wanted all the internet fun to end,…but I do see things now finally slowing down in 2010” says Clark Hagins. “We only get about two Million looks a day now,…thats pathetic compared to the kind of business we used to do in 2008.” – There are ofcourse no plans for Rock’s most watched band to reassemble any time soon and Hagins sees the 1992 demise of the band as just another bizarre mistake from his life’s journey; “We were around for like 7 years,…Me and Flipper (Phil Keegan Guitarist) had planned to be the biggest Rock Stars in the musical universe – but it never happened,… ,…until I was like 50 years old (Laughs) ” says Haggins. “We watched all those music industry bands like Nirvana and Green Day hit it big while we did things like work in cubes and clean Pools,..its just a damn shame” says Higgins. Hagins says that the tired band eventually grew ‘into futility’ by late 92′ ; “We had all these Great songs and a great live show but we made enemies with all of the biggest wigs in Hollyweird …there was no way I was ever gonna kiss their arsses – I would clean Swimming Pools before I would do that (Laughs).” Hagins calls the Video for “Manipulation” the absolute Last Hurrah for G.E. ; “The End of the video is hella fucking cool – it looks like Ted is trying to fuck me in the ass and then Palle just picks his nose,.. its pure Lame Rock n roll the way you love it,..it’s fuckin’ hella cool ” ================== 148,037 Views – “Ripping Reason” Comes roaring Out of the speakers with sheer Psychedelic Power !! This Track Sounds so Great in this ‘other’ version – A 1992 “Remix” by sound studio engineer Bill Krodel in El Segundo California with Clark Hagins. “Ripping Reason” is a personal favorite of mine” says Higgins. “I was trying to make it a ‘hit’ I remember,…sorta like “Brandy” but it is so much ‘more’ !! It’s not really a hit so-to-speak ,…its just a flat out Good solid song – A Great piece of Songwriting,…and it sounds Great At Jango Radio !! ‘Ripping’ was recorded in the frantic final days of G.e. and it doesn’t rely on gimmicks like punk speed or guitar solos to get by,…it drudges along in pure melody to near abstract rock perfection and brilliance !!! The confused and tortured lyrics make this track a real winner in cyberspace – and a somewhat ‘unusual’ song for the always quirky G.e. !!!!!!!!! =============== Irie Bob. This 1992 Track is a real Winner for Greenhouse Effect Music Online and in particular at Youtube and GoogleVideo.Com “I started SuperNetCelebrities.Com with Homestead Web hosting who I found through Michael Savage’s Website -…to help bands get exposure” says Clark Hagins in 2008. “Its my goal to make sure that Great bands like Los Angeles’s Batlord get seen more,….and man, do I ever get them seen – ALOT”. IRIE BOB IS THE Pixies-Like 60’s Stooges Like track that appears as the second song on the 1995 “Fountain Weird CD” available at itunes and CD Baby. “The Song was originally entitled ‘Yuri-Bawb’ says Clark Higgins; “But when I suddenly saw the Red CD out of the boxes that day – In October of 1994 from Rainbow Records in Los Angeles – ,…I was horrified to see that they called the Song “Irie Bob”,..I just laughed in horror because the CD was all printed and all done !! And it seemed to be promoting all that 420 Marijuana culture cliche crap,….’Something I personally never wanted any part of in my life,….but now after 17 years,..the name has stuck,…and sometimes people email me,..thinking that I am this pot-head,..because I wrote Irie Bob by G.e. !!! (Laughs) – IRIE BOB Has become a cult classic of G.e. lore what with it’s annoying repetition, distorted bassline, fuzzy guitars (Which Haggins feel need to be turned up more in the final mix), and meandering lyrics and singing which yappily tell the story of a guy who “has been too apathetic,…and thus finally ‘approached Gold thats gleaming”….all in a 4/4 beat of some of Hagins’ best dance beat drumming. This 1992 pop emo song would certainly influence the likes of Beck, Weezer, and others; “When ‘Irie’ was all done and recorded, I just loved the whole ‘feel’ of this little tune,..it was so built around it’s beat and chorus,….Recording Engineer Bill Krodel did an incredible great job at Jet City Sound Studios in El Segundo,….I played all the instruments on this thing myself ,..except then, I got Billy to come in and add these keyboards,..which today – turn out to be the ‘key’ as to why this song is so killer !! I would direct Billy on which sound to implement on the synth,….all the keyboards were always my call with G.e. – though there are many in the South Bay today who try to say that Billy did everything for me,…thats NOT true at all,…Bill Krodel let bands do their own thang,…though he did put in alot of input,…I always had the final calls,…the silly 1960’s keyboards here were entirely my doing,….I dreamed up all my songs,…my songs are good ,..not because of alcohol or drugs like many in the South Bay try to say,…they are good songs simply because I am creative,..and I have been since i was four years old when I drew all those ‘paintings’ at 251,…” Irie Bob, Like all G.e. material Would be rejected by the Program directors at KROQ back in it’s day; “Well,..I would painstakenly try to set up appointments with KROQ Radio Fm programming way back then and they would just say that my songs suck,….I would give them all my tapes,…and nothing would happen,…I would follow up and call back but it was pointless,…thats just the way it is in music industry – even way back then in 1992 and 94′,….you simply ‘had’ to have some kind of major label affiliation in order to achieve FM Airplay,…so thus, songs like IRIE BOB and BRANDY,….NEVER saw their potential back in their day,….I couldn’t do it all alone,….nevermind the fact that I had all the shit goin’ on with Bam Magazine and all. Today, IRIE BOB has racked up Great ‘views’ numbers at Google, Mefeedia, and other websites as it is simply one of cyberspace’s catchyest little secrets. – Originally Recorded September – November 1992 and Appears as part of the 1992 “Big Teen Dollar$” album cd. Produced By Clark Hagins and Bill Krodel. Greenhouse Effect Photos – ?µe???? ???s??? Rock s?????t?µa “fa???µe?? t?? ?e?µ???p???” t?a???d?a.Description199,403 Views – ?µe???? ???s??? Rock s?????t?µa “fa???µe?? t?? ?e?µ???p???” t?a???d?a. – “Misogynistia” is the Great Song that is heard thousands of times a day in 2007 for G.e. – This August 1992 Song was recorded right around the same day as “Five Years” (Which sounds nothing like Miso) and the epic classic “Addicted”. These Songs would compile the September 1992 “Big Teen Dollar$” CD that Clark Hagins Would issue through Massachusett’s Label “Rock City Records’ as well as on sale locally in Redondo Beach at Goboy Records and Mark Theodore’s Alternative Groove Store in Hermosa Beach. “BIG TEEN DOLLAR$” Would be recorded in Early September 92′ with Sound Recording Engineer Of the South Bay Bill Krodel at Jet City Sound Studio in El Segundo Ca. “BTD” Would be a cultural and Lyrical triumph for Haggins as he belittled and attacked Music industry Standard Barers from Kurt Cobain to Henry Rollins to Sammy Hagar to Def Leppard and Bon Jovi too; “BTD” is definitely one of my favorite songs ,..just for how silly and retardedly angry and ironic it is” says Hagins. “Misogynistia is like the anti-dote to BTD,…IT IS just like such a cheesey confused song from 1973 by the Who or Chicago ,..or maybe 80’s-like Duran,…the Song is so serious where-as BTD is absolutely toungue n cheek and DEFINITELY ‘NOT’ !!”……”Writing Sarcastic funny songs from “Star” to “Ben is dead” to “Hey Negrita” in early 91′ had prepared me for some of my ultimate Songwriter moments,…and these would be among my final recordings as I had run out of money by late 92″ Says Higgins – “Waiting 4 Your Love 2 Fail!” explodes with brutal anger, punk speed, angry passion, technical guitar and drumming and plenty of Angst from the World’s Most watched band; Redondo Beach California’s Powerful Greenhouse Efect !!!!! Guitarist Phil Keegan (Dr. Phil) blazes a revolutionary hard rock guitar path here that no other band after the Mighty G.e. could quite copy or capture (Nevermind keep up with !!) …. Clark Hagins pours every ounce of his tortured angry soul into the chilling lyrics and bassist Rick Carmody hangs on for the ride !! – “So Much Better” or Simply “Better” is an ‘ahead of it’s time’ G.e. Song From November 1992 that would also effectively function as quite possibly the last ever idea that Greenhouse Effect and Clark Hagins would ever record. “The Bam Magazine Scandal devestated our band, ruined my concerts, and shook our group’s confidence to the core,…Our bassist Rick Carmody left and soon joined up with the South Bay Redondo Beach Punk band ‘The One Handed Readers’ says Clark Higgins in January 2010 from his offices in San Diego’s “North County’ where today he is a full-time Swimming Pool cleaner,…a job that Hagins says ‘pays the bills’ in the household with just him and his wife; “My life is nothing today,…People say that back in the 90’s I shoulda been a huge Star,…after G.e. flamed out,…I turned more and more to alcohol and by 95′,…I felt my life was technically “Over” up there in Bel Air ,..where I was a Professional Landscaper,…people and other organized bands would still call me, wondering if G.e. was ever coming back,..or if I was ever gonna start throwing concerts again,…but I couldn’t get my psyche into it,…in 96′..i took my Swimming Pool cleaning job with A To Z Pool and Spa in Torrance Ca,..when I moved back down there to the South Bay, ..thats when I knew music for me was over,…I tried to get some people into my shit or to help me but no one would,..nobody cared,…I financed the Rock Opera “White Suburban Liar$” all by myself in 95′,…’put it on sale at GoBoy in Redondo,…but I was 30 years old and not in an active playing band,..man, ..it was over,…I couldn’t do it without Carmody,..atleast I knew I had to have him there”. – Today, Greenhouse Effect explode on the internet (and at itunes) with their old tracks like 1991’s “Brandy” but Hagins calls the scene of music today “almost pointless”. “You got bands like Green Day and Foo Fighters and all their songs sound the same,..they are completely boring people who have never suffered or been picked on in their lives,…they are robotic and their music reflects this,…Dave Grohl is like some jock on a football team,…that guy is ‘NOT’ Rock n roll at all,..yet today, he passes for like as if he is Great like Pete Townshend and the Who or Zeppelin or something,…its disgusting,..People today are so fucking stupid and addicted to drugs and video games,…they don’t know shit about fucking piss ass nothing !! Music sucks now,..and thats all there is to it,..I think Rap music is pathetic….People hear my music,..and suddenly, they hear a trully fucked up person who is ‘really authentically’ fucked up,…thats why I work with a large World audience,…people will never understand what i went through as a child,….but when you hear Greenhouse Effect music,…you suddenly hear it all crystal clear !! I’m a Great drummer and a great guitarist who ‘got that way’ because I had no friends,…I had nothing else to do,…I didn’t fucking learn shit in a book like Dave Grohl,….that guy is not the last of 8 kids,…fuck that guy,..he doesn’t know shit about shit !!” Hagins says that his number one goal and desire would be to see Barack Obama impeached from Office; “If me and my music can play a small part in getting Democrats un-elected,..and getting people out there to ‘learn’ about rightwing politics,..and to stop voting for these assholes,..then that is Great and more power to ‘THAT’,…DEMOCRATS ARE ELITEST TYPES OF PEOPLE WHO RAISE TAXES AND STEAL YER MONEY,…I’m not saying Republicans are all that much better or different,…but they are definitely the lesser of two evils,…..I think that drugs are one of the most serious evils of our Western culture,…We need tougher laws to stop people from using them,…People get high on weed and then they simply naturally are gonna vote for evils and snobs like Your typical Democrat type person,…’when I hear some fucker in a suit and tie say that he wants to ‘help’ people out there,…well, to me,…that is an immediate code RED FLAG word for he wants to ‘rule’ and be bigger, more important, and better – ‘OVER’ the people,…!! Because he is an insecure piece of shit !! Used car salesman,..and ,..like some Leo mother-fucker,…he naturally knows how to get over on people,….I DON’T WANT ANYONE FUCKING HELPING ME,….I HELP MYSELF THANK YOU !!” Hagins says that people need to get ‘properly educated’ and learn to stop voting for socialist minded individuals at all cost. “I practically virtually feel that we need to “Outlaw” people from saying that they are running for office because ‘they want to help people – FUCK THAT,…THEY TAKE THE POWER AND CREATIVITY ‘AWAY’ from the individual – thats what they are really trying to do – period – THEY ARE TYRANTS IN SUITS !!” ============================ In September 2009, Greenhouse Effect achieved a very important personal goal for Los Angeles Top Musician Clark Hagins. The Goal you ask ?? 10,000 Twitter Followers. “We got our 10,000th Twitter follower at One of our many Twitter accounts, but in reality, We really have over 63,000 Followers because we have like 33 different accounts,…its hard work” says Hagins. The pressure is always on Haggins because he is probobly Los Angeles’s “Most seen” musician along with his other bandmates Bassist Rick Carmody and others as his band is always loaded at the very tops of all search engines with the Net’s Top tracks of indie music from “Brandy” to the classic “22nd Street” and “Coke Snortin’ Love Boyz”. “We get seen alot – way more than any other band,…its attracted the attention of several Cable TV Networks,..among them Halogen and others,…People want us to go do a brand new album but I am now nearly 50 years old and I am a swimming Pool cleaner kinda stuck in ‘that’ life,..I doubt seriously today that I could pull off another song like “Brandy” in the studio although I am very intrigued by this new idea for “The Famous on TV”,…thats this new track I’ve been fuckin’ around with…” Hagins says that the Potential for the Halogen Tv Show could produce a windfall of itunes mp3 music sales for G.e. that the band badly needs; “Well,..My wife and I ,..we watch alot of Halogen Tv here with our new Cable Company Time Warner Cable in San Diego’s North County,..I could really improve their Tv network,..it needs to be more gritty and hip and there is nothing more hip online with people than G.e.” 10,000 Twitter Followers isn’t a small thing in an era where some of Mtv’s biggest Hip Hop artists only have 900 or so; “We are a big band online,…we are like this huge phenomenon where websites and businesses fight to link and exchange with us or just be word associated with us,…you know yer big when even porn wants to be near you” says Hagins. “I’ve been tryin’ to convince Halogen Tv to let me do it all my way and let me be 100% completely in charge of my project,…They will get big ratings if they listen to me” says Higgins. – Guitarist Clark Haggins Blogs about his band’s ability to get ‘heard’ on the Web and the importance of Jango Internet Radio and other Web Radios such as Pandora. “The key to something Like Jango.Radio or Last.Fm, Pandora, and all these is ya gotta have good songs first and foremost,…..if yer Songs suck, then its really not gonna matter what you do. You gotta have a good recording too. If you have a song or a demo that sounds like a piece of shit,…then Jango and alot of these are probobly not gonna wanna play it,…and even if they did,…a potential new “Fan” or Twitter follower is probobly gonna wanna change the channel,..just like a TV….” – For many consecutive years, the Greenhouse Effect Song “Brandy” (and other songs of theirs) have been able to fight their way to the tops of search engines and into constant rotation at Jango and Pandora. “Our Song sells itself,…because it’s a great song,..we got lucky there when we wrote that one,…alot of people say that it doesn’t even sound like a typical Greenhouse Effect Song,…but then again,..what does ??” says Hagins. “I would recommend at Jango, if yer an artist there,…don’t let people just ‘play’ yer song at yer profile,..instead rather,..let them “add” it,…that way , you will get into more playlists and stations,..you will become ‘preferred’ more,…it will add up to ALOT of Airplay” Hagins and the band’s Management Team say that “Brandy” is responsible for “about 75%” of G.e’s success in cyberspace. “We are known primarily for one song,…but we got other good tunes,..its not like we’re a complete one hit wonder on here,…When people see me in the street, they always comment on Brandy but some have said it’s really not our best Song in reality,..but it ‘is’ the one that the web seems to like and that Jango and Pandora seem to ‘use’ to get listeners to their network sites,….I would advise bands to stick firmly with just one indie radio site,…Jango is the biggest and the best,..it is sorta like a version of Myspace or Youtube in it’s own rite,…Pandora forces you to ‘mail them’ a cd and as we all in bands know – ‘that’ is a big hassel,….at Jango,…you just upload songs,..its easy,…its sorta like i-sound or Sound.cloud ,..or one of those,…all of those millions of little ‘indie’ so called web radio sites are sorta a waste of time,….yer better off just sticking at Jango,…if you get into a zillion different little sites – and i mean places like Echoboost,..well,..if you got alot’a money sittin’ around to burn ,…then maybe,…but i think it’s more likely that you’ll just go insane at night,….just get yer band onto Jango Radio,…and stick with one -‘that’ one !!” Haggins says that Last.FM has in recent years become kind of a hassel. “I used to love LAST.FM but they mix bands profiles together and they do some weird shit,..i admit that i rarely go there really anymore,…there and Pandora”… – Hagins says that if You are an indie band that the odds of getting on to a Real Fm dial Radio Station like KROQ FM or KLOS FM In Los Angeles are at best slim to none. “Alot of those so called ‘real’ radio stations are just shills for the Record Labels , lawyers, and Hollywood,..theres alot of shady shit goin’ on where there are back room ‘pay offs and payola’ no better than back in the 60’s,…I’m sorry but thats just the way it is and reality…..it would be great if you can manage to get your band played on them,…but you probobly gotta be on some major label or lndie label that gets big cred and respect,…but i would say that a good band that likes it’s own independent sound and image would have to adapt and change too much,….and that can be a bad thing,…all in the name of airplay,..its not worth it ,…but….theres really Great good news though now !! – These days in 2009 and 2010, the ratings for real FM Dial Radios have really fallen,…infact many of them are struggling to stay afloat and are going off the air too … ,..EVERYDAY,…..THE REALITY IS now, more people listen to Jango Radio than they do listen to a station like say KROQ FM,….ALOT of new bands are really gettin’ discovered and getting their sound ‘out-there”,….I would say that technically, its probobly more important to have a hit song at Jango than at KLOS, POWER 106, or Kroq FM,….because now, nobody is listening to those three anymore,…not nearly as much anyway,…the web has taken over,..as a vehicle,…plus things like Talk Radio on the AM DIAL in people’s cars – Stuff Like Michael Savage and Hannity,….nevermind the fact that alot of today’s pop music sucks,..I mean just watch the Grammys if ya don’t believe me,…it all sounds the same and it’s boring,…things like Rap music have been a God-send to guys like me,…people get sick of Rap and they listen to Songs like Brandy by Greenhouse Effect – So it all works out well” ———- “22nd Street” is the Soaring classic from G.e’s 1991 epic cd “Going Legit” which was an album Simply recorded by Haggins and Bassist Rick Carmody alone in the studio; “They Shoulda just signed me long ago” says Hagins “Now,..I’m one pissed off hombre,……I won’t stop until i take over EVERYTHING,…..I see my Google Stats n shit at Webilizers,…I get big plays,…it gives me alotta fuckin’ confidence,….I know I got good shit” – Rock City Productions Pro Management SuperNetCelebrities.Com ============== “Big TEEN Dollar$” is the Hillariously ironic Song and anthem from August 1992 that Clark Hagins wrote over the long hot 92′ summer while mowing lawns “up in Bel Air” and “talking to himself” for inspiration and “coaching”; “Bel Air was a very beautiful place,…I worked for this wealthy Arab at Owlwood Estates – thats where Tony Curtis and Sony and Cher once lived,….and Jane Mansfield lived next door at the big “Pink House” on Carolwood,…at the time, Englebert Humperdink lived there next door,….and Marylin Monroe once lived in our Dog House,..where we kept the German sheperds,…Molly, Marko, and Midnight,….Some people suggested that her ghost was in there (Laughs),….I remember those beautiful hot Beverly Hills afternoons and drinking my 40 of beer….I don’t drink now though,..i’m 45 years old,…” – Backing Vocals ; Jeff Crisfield, Bill Krodel, Mark Nathanson – Remainder; Clark Hagins. Idea for Song conceived in Redondo Beach at 251. Lyrics @ www.LyricsMode.Com – SuperNetCelebrities.Com ===================== Hagins admits that websites Like Blip Tv allow Over-self indulgent bloggers like himself to fully ‘create’ their own arenas and that unlimited blogging spaces are a Heaven ; “Vimeo and BlipTV are awesome incredible things,….I can really vent my spleen thoroughly,…and ofcourse many people read,..and thats the goal,…to get them reading,..then they go to my other sites, ..or Youtubes,…and then they go to itunes,..and they buy,….the bottom line is they get interested in me and my music,…and they get to read alot,…it gets them more intelligent,…its way MORE educational than a video game,….Video games are something that Democrats cooked up so you will just sit there and be a moron and smoke pot and be a fucking idiot,….and thats how people like Barack Obama and other Democrats get voters,…they create their own pool of morons THAT THEY CAN EASILY CONTROL,…..I would prefer to get the intelligent, more informed votes of hard working American people ,…People like electricians and or Swimming Pool People,…they tend to be way more informed and intelligent because alot of them listen to Dr. Michael Savage in their trucks during the day as they work – Him and Mark Levin talk radio too.” – “Wilson Phillips” comes barrelling out of the Speakers as a heavy Black Sabbath like G.e. Anthem of hard rock. “Ted told me on the phone one day about 1995 that he thought that ‘newer G.e.’ wasn’t as heavy and was too “Happy”,…man,…I guess he was referring to stuff like “Addicted” and “Irie Bob”…, i just fuckin’ laughed at that shit,…I think Ted just started to smoke too much pot and it fried his head !! Clark Hagins blogs that his ‘ideas’ for society and his ability to ‘copy and re-paste entire blogs elsewhere’ is as important as the music itself ; “Shit like Tubemogul can be awesome,….Everybody knows that I don’t do all this writin’ shit so much for the music,..infact, I really don’t even give a rat’s ass about the music so much as I care about getting my politics and society philosophies across to the general public,…..Greenhouse Effect was always about being political,….We were good irish boys who went to church and who had fears,….but then others in the world would come and try to corrupt us,…and try to make us be like everybody else – to conform,….I say ; fuck that,….I keep the same shit that I was at 16 and 23 today still at 44; I am an old fashioned conservative – what-ever that means,….I’m against abortion and Gay marriage and legalizing or promoting lame drugs that I know destroy great minds,…you can write better shit whilst sober !! I listen to Michael Savage,…and if people don’t like it,..then what the fuck,…they can suck my cock” – Tags – tagcloud, asher roth, politics, lil wayne, eminem, asher roth, susan, mel gibson, brandy, wayne gretzky, kroq most played, paramore, muse, radiohead, tom delonge, weezer, pork, hole tour, hip hop, bmo, brandy, lmfao, sky blu fox, cnn, smokey robinson, michael savage radio ———— ============ The exciting Greenhouse Effect are the New “Nirvana” of the internet for these times of the new millineum of 2008, 09, and 2010 !! Great Songs that evoke melody of the 1960’s and bands like the Mersey Beats to the Sounds of the 70’s and Emerson, Lake, and Palmer to Zeppelin !! High Melody is always G.e’s aim !! This little Redondo Beach three piece band has spread their music all around the World like no other band in History !! They use a tight mix of Jango Radio constant Airplay, Pandora Radio attack with the classic “Brandy”, and millions of constantly running Google Videos and Twitters !! Virtually every person you know HAS SEEN A G.E. VIDEO and probobly Downloaded it !! Clark Hagins considers himself every bit as much a “Politician” as a Great musician; “I can see why all these Arab Countries hate the west and the United States in a way sorta… – They don’t want our shit in their countries !! We despicably take our freedoms for Granted and we abuse and take libertys wrongly,…..Hollywood is a buncha fucking Liberal scumbags,….But Thank God, Our Country is on the right track now,….We have won three key races in a row in Late 2009 and here in 2010,….We won in Virginia, New Jersey, and Massachusetts and even though this Scott Brown character just seems like another RINO,….I will still choose ‘that’ over the Obama-Liberal Martha WTF her name is !! Thank God Almighty that we won that Massachusetts one – that was critical !! I am certain that the angry things that I write definitely play a role with the TeaParty Protesters,…THEY READ MY SHIT – THEY’VE BEEN READING IT FOR YEARS !!,……NOT ALL MUSICIANS are Liberals,…Some of us listen to Dr. Michael Savage and Mark Leven Talk Radio,….We are informed,….but we already ‘knew’ from the beginning,….I’ve been a conservative from birth ,…probobly because I am a Taurus born April 27,…..people say that I am crazy – and I fucking AM !! BUT I know that music is the key,….it takes beautiful music to get people to the ballot booth and pull the lever !!! As the unofficial “Leader” of the Tea Party movement, Hagins blogs are often caustic, terrifying, angry reading – but effective. “People used to pick on me,..back in the South Bay and I figured it out,…it was ‘Liberals’ that WE’RE PICKING ON ME,…..tryin’ to say how I’m so “close-minded” when all along it’s THEM who is really that… Liberal Pot-heads and People who sit around listening to Rap and playing Video Games who DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING – ‘THEY’ ARE THE ONES who are always putting other people down,…and usually because they are insecure Gealous Motherfuckers who got no TALENT – ATLEAST NOT LIKE ME !! ” ========= Tags ; tags, tagcloud, asher roth, politics, lil wayne, eminem, asher roth, susan, mel gibson, brandy, wayne gretzky, kroq most played, paramore, muse, radiohead, tom delonge, weezer, pork, hole tour, hip hop, bmo, brandy, lmfao, sky blu fox, cnn, smokey robinson, michael savage radio Likes: 40 Viewed:

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