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“These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise...”

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Teen Titans Spotlight #11: The Brotherhood of Evil

Judging by the last few issues starring Robotman, Beast Boy, Mento, and the Brotherhood of Evil, this series could have been Doom Patrol Spotlight On:.

Warp might be the most intelligent super villain in the DC Universe!

Actually I'm not quite done not talking about The Brotherhood of Evil! I don't mean to suggest that the people who fled one kind of oppression weren't the best and kindest people in the world! The only reason I said all the awesome people wound up in California is because I'm from California and my family is pretty awesome. Don't worry! I can see all of the erasure in the above statement! It's just sometimes, you're speaking about a thing and you can't get bogged down by small details like Native American genocide or blatant anti-Chinese laws enacted in San Francisco (pretty much the coolest place in the U.S. (at least before the tech boom fucking turned it into a capitalist fascist run by tech start-ups and the angels who finance them)). The main point was that some people become comfortable with a status quo that oppresses others. And instead of fighting it, people flee from it. The people who flee often do so because they have their own status quo they want to enact and it's rarely one that provides opportunity for everybody. At least in the modern view, I tend to think (and hope it's more than hope and fantasy and wishful thinking) that those fleeing small town bigotries into big cities are actually more compassionate toward the entirety of humanity. We still make lots of mistakes but the key point is that we're trying to do better. When people discuss locking up immigrants at the border, you can either fight against the injustice and racism inherent in the entire process or simply shrug your shoulders like a douchebag and try to sound super smart by saying, "Well, they should have thought about that before they came here!" As if everybody in the world has access to media that somehow preempts the two hundred years of American propaganda that we're willing to accept the hungry and the tired and those yearning to breathe free. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area in the 70s and the reality of the world that existed around me at the time was fucking Star Trek: The Next Generation compared to what's going on in 2019. We had station ID breaks on KTVU Channel 2 out of San Francisco that would show a kid running around and playing and introducing the viewer into their world that would end with the kid saying, "I'm proud to be a Chinese American!", or "I'm proud to be a black American!" It's the kind of thing that would get so many people in a huff now and yet it was a simple and effective means to introduce younger viewers to the heterogeneity of their community. And now, in 2019, we have Comicsgate who can't stand to be reminded that people other than white people can be protagonists. It boggles my mind that people can get so upset over shit that won't make a millimeter wave on the cultural yacht they were born on. Fucking grow up, assholes. Not everything is about you. I think I was going to say more things about erasure! I don't mean to make light of it since it's absolutely a strategy used to disenfranchise groups or exclude them from social movements. But it's your go-to argument against everything you read, you're not going to make many friends. Lots of essays or articles or arguments need to be specific and they can't include every situation or group in the specific argument being made. Maybe it's tough to accept laser focused arguments on the Internet when the audience is harder to gauge. I know peanut allergies exist and they're deadly but I still stick the knife I just used for peanut butter in the preserves. Not because I don't give a fuck but because I know the audience using my apricot preserves. But if I were to mention this on the Internet, everybody who knows nothing about the context of my preserves and my audience and my entire existence would jump all over me saying things like, "That's really irresponsible!" and "You're going to kill somebody!" and "Apricot? You fucking monster!" I usually hate analogies but sometimes they're fun. The general problem with analogies is that people don't use them to help clarify arguments; they use them to try to simplify their argument into something nobody can disagree with. But by that time, the relationship between the actual argument and the analogy is tenuous at best! But I think my peanut butter allergy analogy is pretty rock solid! Hey! You know who's diverse?! The Brotherhood of Evil! They have a French gorilla and a British woman and a bald white guy (also French but what can you do? This team was all up in France and shit) and a brain in a jar. Hopefully Brain was African or Chinese or Pakistani. Maybe he was also autistic. He's enough of a cypher to allow any reader to identify with him, I guess. He's definitely gay! Unless he's into bestiality. One of those reasons is why he winds up fucking the French gorilla. Hmm, maybe not making it clear what Brain's intent was was a mistake by DC because doesn't that just amplify anti-gay sentiment by associating it actual deviant behaviors? If DC did make it clear and I'm the one who's obfuscating the matter, I should probably shut up. The Brain and Mallah are definitely gay for each other's human dicks. The fact that Mallah's dick is gorilla and Brain's dick is non-existent shouldn't hamper their love. The Brotherhood of Evil are being set up by some guy named Toulon. There was a lot of narration boxes that explained it but I was too busy thinking, "How is Brain going to suck Mallah's cock?" So all I know is that Toulon managed to fuck up Warp's powers and he teleported the Brotherhood to a strange world.

Hmm, looks like Earth-11 to me!

I know this takes place after Crisis on Infinite Earths and Earth-11 shouldn't exist but it does! Maybe this story takes place before Crisis? Maybe when the story reveals they're on Earth-11, the editor will provide a note, "*This story takes place before Crisis on Infinite Earths! -- Know-it-all Knobby!" Mallah introduces himself to Tin, the leader of the good guys, I guess?, by saying, "We're the Brotherhood!" I suppose I'd shorten the name of my organization when I met new people too if it were called The Brotherhood of Evil. Unless the new guy I was introducing myself to was like Kim Jong-un or Donald Trump or Mark Zuckerberg. I'm so tuned in to world events that I first typed "Mark Zupperberg" and couldn't figure out why it looked wrong.

Welcome to my new preschool, Tiny Tots Fucktown.

You might want to be upset with me for sexualizing young children but I'm not the fucking monster who made that advertisement. Ad Exec #1: "What if we show a guy building the model with a bunch of hot women getting wet over how well he's done it?" Ad Exec #2 Who is in Prison Now: "What if they were little kids?!" Was Earth-11 the one where DC put Tin Tin after they bought the rights? I mean, I don't know if they ever bought the rights but this guy is definitely Tintin, right?

He also rides a big white dog that he has yet to call Snowy but it's only a matter of panels.

Trapped on a world about to be destroyed (in a worse way than Tintin and his cohorts know! Crisis is coming! Or came? No, no! I sometimes forget comic books can tell tales from the past! Although weren't writers supposed to completely ignore the Pre-Crisis universe once Crisis on Infinite Earths completed? Or why even fucking bother?!), The Brotherhood of Evil decide to help Tintin and his rebels take back control from some guy called Minos. But they're only doing it for their own selfish ends. You might remember how their name has "evil" tacked onto the end.

You might have thought "cutting them down like grass" was the correct phrase and "mowing them down like paper mache" is stupid but this is Earth-11, dumb dumb.

Paper mache is how you spelled "papier-mâché" before you had the Internet. There might some other difference in this comic book due to the place in time it was written:

Fuck. Now I'm horny.

The Brotherhood help Tintin and his friends steal a space ark from their enemies so that Tintin and his friends can survive the destruction of Earth-11. Never mind what happens to the people of Earth who weren't offered the opportunity to become one of Tintin's group. In payment for their help, The Brotherhood of Evil are helped back to their own Earth where they can continue to be weird and impotent. The conclusion of the story has something to do with Doctor Mist and the Global Guardians helping make the universe a better place by saving Tintin (somehow! I mean, Crisis, right?! What the fuck?), getting some guy named Toulon killed (he's only "some guy" to me because sometimes these espionage plots are just too convoluted with too many normal characters I don't care about), and getting the Brotherhood of Evil killed. They fail in getting the Brotherhood killed but seem content with their other machinations. Plus, I'm sure Doctor Mist was happy to get a small role in this comic book to pay for his bowel cancer treatments. Teen Titans Spotlight #11: The Brotherhood of Evil Rating: B-. You know I don't put any thought into the grades I give these comic books, right? You know this isn't really a review site and just a way for me to enjoy my time reading comic books while journaling, right? You know my nemesis is still the Weird Science comics blog, right? What a bunch of squares!

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Star Trek: Discovery - ‘Brother’ Review

"Space: The Final Frontier. Above us, around us, within us. We have always looked to the stars to discover who we are."

By nature I love brevity: Star Trek: Discovery takes a long, clean breath of fresh air in this big, bold premiere that sheds the burdens of Season One and lets them roll down the hill behind.

Star Trek: Enterprise was canceled in 2005. And in the Fall of that year, as shows premiered, fans were faced with a sad reality: for the first time in 28 years, a new season of Star Trek was not among them. And for 12 years, this continued. And then we Discovered a new frontier. Breaking the silence of more than a decade, Star Trek: Discovery was a sign that Trek was not dead.

But of course, it was not without its flaws. Discovery Season One had issues with its tone and its dialogue. The crew, above and beyond their stilted, grandiose speech, rarely seemed like a family, or even a group of people who like each other. And the levels of anxiety and brooding were at dangerously high levels. We're talking Superman from Batman v. Superman levels of anxiety and brooding.

The fans pointed out these issues, though the good parts still remained (excepting the 'fans' who actively went out of their way to be openly hostile towards the series, its creators, and its viewers). And the team behind Discovery listened. 'Brother' benefits from a light and relaxed tone that feels like the lifting of a heavy curtain. The crew speaks in a generally human and natural manner, and they work together like a tight family. Brooding is nowhere to be seen, and the anxiety present is of a different sort than the cloud of deep worry that permeated Season One. Instead the viewer felt more of an empathetic concern about the characters and their lives.

The first and most immediate effect of 'Brother' is, in fact, to distance the show from its past mistakes. Associating these issues with the influence of Captain Lorca makes a lot of sense from a story perspective, even if the creators' insistence that all the darker elements were only a result of him doesn't quite sit right. From the outset, Captain Pike makes it clear that he is very different from Lorca. Everything about his manner and bearing suggests a completely different man from Jason Isaacs' power-hungry warmonger. But Pike is no Kirk, either, as one might anticipate. Anson Mount gives his Pike a humility and a grounded feel that Kirk never quite developed.

The other proverbial elephant on the starship is the presence of Spock. Though the adult version of our beloved half-Vulcan does not appear, his importance in the events of 'Brother' and the impact the mere allusion to the character has on the series is clear. We learn that he and Burnham's strained relationship is the result of her decisions, not his. It's clear she views him and his legacy as an oppressive force in her life, perhaps as a standard she could never live up to? There's a great shot that really sums this up, when young Spock makes his holo-dragon. The dragon moves toward Burnham, and roars at her, and Spock walks in through its mouth. I think that's how she sees Spock.

Sarek and Burnham's conversation about reverence also factors in. This show has decided to include a character that most fans undoubtedly have a lot of reverence for. But to make him a useful character, with an arc and a purpose, reverence is not enough. The massive weight of Spock's impact on Star Trek and the fans' adoration of him will be a problem that Discovery will have to deal with.

Moving to our regular cast, I loved how they were dealt with here. The other side of Lorca's effect on the Disco crew is that such a major and personal adversary has brought them together and made them rely on each other. All of the returning cast felt like a family around each other, and their interactions made the ship feel like a real workplace run by a real team. This is a major improvement from last season.

It looks like Burnham's journey this season will be thoroughly intertwined with Spock's. I look forward to seeing her relationship with him and how it develops, but I do hope they give her a role to play apart from and outside of the shadow of her foster brother. Likewise, Stamets seems overshadowed by the impact of someone else. Everything around him reminds him of his lost love Dr. Culber, and he's having a very hard time dealing with it. It seems like the end of this episode was enough to get him at least a little bit excited about science again, though it's unlikely that this is the end of his plotline about leaving the ship. With Wilson Cruz brought on as a full cast member for this season, it'll be interesting to see where this goes.

Tilly and Saru don't seem to have much in the way of an arc yet, but I'm sure this will change. I expect most of Tilly's story this season will have something to do with her enrollment in the Command Training Program. Saru mentioned his sister Siranna, from the Short Trek 'The Brightest Star,' and the showrunners have stated that we may see other Kelpians this season, so expect to see a visit to Saru's home planet of Kaminar sometime in the future. Maybe siblings will continue to be a theme this season.

Overall, 'Brother' was a pretty epic way to kick off the new season. It's fun and engaging, with a lot of potential. I can't wait to see where we go from here.

Strange New Worlds:

This section will record the planets the Disco visits and the places they go. Not a whole lot of that in this particular episode.

New Life and New Civilizations:

Here I'll keep track of all the new species, ideas, and cultures the crew encounters. Again, nothing in the way of that here.

Pensees (Thoughts):

-Mia Kirshner (Amanda) looks a lot like Amy Adams. She also really resembles Amanda from TOS, so that's nice.

-Stamets has a botanist friend aboard the Enterprise.

-In keeping with the Trek tradition of altering the intro, we have some brand new graphics added to the opening theme.

-Regulation 19, Section C allows a higher-ranking officer to take command of a starship in one of three contingencies: 1. An imminent threat; 2. The lives of Federation citizens are in danger; 3. There is no more qualified officer available to deal with the situation.

-I love Doug Jones' Saru walk. It's just so much fun to watch.

-That's the first shot we've gotten of a turbo lift running through a starship in all of Trek, if memory serves. Pretty cool, too.

-Another Alice in Wonderland nod. Also, holo-candles.

-Sarek mentioned that he's reached out to Klingon High Chancellor L'Rell (Mary Chieffo), and she had no explanation for the red bursts either.

-The Captain goes on the away mission, in true Trek tradition.

-There was a bit of Spock's Jellyfish ship from Star Trek (2009) in the design of the pods they flew.

-How cool was the pod sequence? Also, it was admittedly rather satisfying to see Olson Connelly get his comeuppance when he failed to pull his chute crashed and died because of the dumb risk he took.

-One of the ads loaded at the wrong time when I watched this the first time. The long ad break split a shot in half.

-I liked Reno (Tig Notaro). The idea of using an engineering approach to medicine is interesting, although I wouldn't want to be one of the first patients it was tried on.

-The Red Angel is still very much an unknown. I partially expect it will have something to do with the Klingons, if not only because they seem from the trailers to have a big role to play.

-The asteroid material wouldn't beam up. That's intriguing. It may be the key to fixing the spore drive, too, as it looks from the trailer that we'll be jumping again this season.

-'Not every cage is a prison, nor every loss eternal.' That's very interesting, and it has a lot of significance for Pike.

-It makes sense that the crew of the Enterprise would have issues with sitting out the war while on their five-year mission.

-The Disco's new Doctor is named Dr. Pollard.

-One of the names in the credits was 'Matt Decker.'

-A lot of references to faith/religion and related subjects in this episode. I don't think it's necessarily significant, but I thought it was worth noting.

-Alex Kurtzman directed this episode. I thought he did a great job; maybe he should stick to that instead of the whole coming up with ideas thing. I'm still baffled by the seriously weird and unsettling bits about Klingon anatomy from Season One.

Quotes:

Amanda: "I bless you, Michael... all my life."

Pike: "Do not covet thy neighbor's starship, Commander."

Pike: "Why didn't we think of that, Connelly? Think of all the syllables that gave their lives."

Pike: "Sometimes it's wise to keep your expectations low, Commander. That way we're never disappointed." Advice to the audience, perhaps?

Tilly: "I put her in a Utility closet, and I put you in there. I'm drunk on power."

Stamets: "Tilly, you are... incandescent. You're going to become a magnificent Captain because you do everything out of love. But I need you to repeat after me. I will say..." Tilly: "I will say..." Stamets: "Fewer things." Tilly: "Fewer thi- okay."

Sarek: "Spock has great reverence for his mother, but reverence tends to-" Burnham: "Fill up the room." It's the shot of Burnham's fairly empty quarters just as she interrupts that sells this one.

Pike: "Detmer - fly... good."

Pike: "I was expecting a red thing. Where's my damn red thing?"

Pike: "Spock asked the most amazing questions. It's completely logical, yet somehow able to make everyone see that logic was the beginning of the picture and not the end."

Burnham: "There are so many things I wish I'd said to you; so many things I want to say now. I'm too late, aren't I? I can only pray I don't lose you again... brother."

A strong, solid premiere. 5 out of 6 damn red things.

CoramDeo is interested in things.

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Cobalt Blue

By Chanelle Coates

  I thought Cobalt Blue’s name didn’t suit him the very first time I heard it. It was during our first Intro to German 1 class of the fall semester my sophomore year at Cableton University. The teacher stood in front of a shimmering white board, pearly white from its summer of disuse, and called out his name and my ears signaled my eyes alert. But when I turned to see the athletic boy with ash-blonde hair and sapphire eyes who had a laugh that could boil my blood until my veins melted, he wasn’t there. In his place was the actual Cobalt who had a flat personality and looks so mediocre it got under my skin. Each lesson I would try to figure out how the hell I was supposed to pronounce the words with umlauts and I would always notice one more thing about him that annoyed me. He had these thin lips like my parents that made me want to stab a piece of broken mirror into my thigh. Whenever the teacher asked him to read a passage from the textbook, he searched the page of his stupid loose-leaf version for ten seconds and then voiced a series of stumbled, broken syllables.  

           One day I saw that he got a 90 on his midterm but I wasn’t fooled by it. The kid sucked at German and he would never ever come close to fluency. One day, my mood was alright so I tried my best to see something- even just one thing- that was special about him. I got up and pretended to go to the bathroom so that I could get a proper look at him since he sat by the door. But there was truly nothing to see, not even slight bursts of green encircling his pupils. His eyes were the brown of dirt. Plus, he had more pimples on his chin than last week. Why couldn’t he get it together?

I often ran across Cobalt when we weren’t in class-it was almost like he was following me. Once I was in the library, trying to satisfy myself with a chalky protein bar, biting into it and then pulling it away from my face to look at the teeth marks I left in it. I was reading Margaret Atwood’s “Death by Landscape” for my Canadian short story class when he dropped himself down on the couch facing mine. He didn’t say hi and the lack of a simple acknowledgment struck a match on my skin- his shyness making me simmer. He began eating his lunch, a dry sandwich, and I was mad to see him all alone instead of with friends in the dining hall where normal people ate. God he was a loser, I thought.

           Another time, I was walking across campus on my way to the swimming pool. Outside the shelter of the brick buildings, it was an absolute Iceland of late-November Quebec. I thought it might be a good idea to do a few laps before class so that I could concentrate more on the professor and less on the empty space.  I read that endorphins can help. Wouldn’t you know it, there was Cobalt in front of me on the slick footpath trying not to wipe out and looking like a turd in his no-name parka. He even wore a tuque with a big red pompom as if to prove that he was still a kid at heart. I was wearing one too but that’s just because it was a snapping cold day, the kind that damages your hair. I didn’t feel like seeing him anymore than I had to so I quickened my pace and passed him, bending my knees so I wouldn’t slip and cut my face on the ice or rocks. As I did this, I noticed his mitten-covered palm catch the winter sun and shine. Upon a second speedy inspection, I saw that he was holding a big diamond. I continued on thinking about how it was surely plastic but all the same wondering why he had it.

We broadened our proximity when we arrived at the changing rooms and I wasn’t particularly surprised to see that he had trailed me to the pool once we emerged from them. I took some time to put on my swim cap, swirling my brown hair onto my head and slicking my bangs back with water. I sat on the edge of the pool, kicking my feet a little and right before lowering my Wal-Mart goggles, I laid my eyes upon Cobalt. He was slowly immerging himself into the pool. That was the problem with him: he couldn’t be a badass and just jump in. He had to pretend he was concerned with choosing the right pool boy, dip in his toe, and wet the back of his neck. Then he got in half way so that the water filled up almost all of his belly button.  He was perpetually mediocre, a water-color of someone else.  Finally, finally, he went under and began swimming his laps. He was slow.

I started swimming too and I lasted longer than him. When he left, I took his lane because it was less crowded and there was an old man trying to share mine. I got halfway across the pool, to the spot where the floor plummeted to the deep end and that’s when I saw it: a collection of shimmers the size of a fist. I stopped in the middle of my breaststroke and collected some air into my lungs. Then I swam down and as I reached out some synapses in my brain did their job and I knew what it obviously was.  

I left the pool area with it wrapped up in my cap, paranoid that the lifeguard would think I was stealing. But I wasn’t. He must have left it there on purpose. Who simply forgets a big gem, fake or not, at the bottom of such waters. And if he was dense enough to leave it, then too bad. It was mine now.

           That night when I got back home I had no appetite but my parents were used to it so they didn’t press for me to eat. They were sitting at the table and my mom said “I’ve got some lasagna Lany” in a tentative tone and I responded by shaking my head no.  

“Okay” she said, standing up to walk softly across the floor and hug me. I let her but my own arms remained limp. My mom tried and tried and tried and my Dad did too but his face was less of a fortress than hers and I could tell he was nearly as miserable as me.

“Night.”

“Try to get some homework done and a good night of sleep if you can Love.”

“Als ob”.

Mom smiled, thinking I was saying something witty in German like “of course” or maybe even “love you”.

But it meant as if.  I sometimes wondered if I would ever sleep eight straight hours again.

I had a shower and the searing hot water made my arms feel good. The diamond was with me. I couldn’t stop looking at it. After drying off I went into my brother Landon’s room who obviously wasn’t there. I tucked the diamond beneath his covers, aching to speak with him and for him to ruffle his fingers through my hair. Sometime in the night, I fell asleep on his carpet. My cheek was quite red and imprinted when I woke up.

A week after the diamond incident, I couldn’t help but notice Cobalt leaving German class with a real-big chunk of sticky-notes that were bright like highlighters. His bag was on his back so why wasn’t the block in it? He trekked the snowy paths, not yet scraped off by campus maintenance, and ended up at the library. He went into the shelves and I decided maybe I should pick up a book. I noticed that the top note already had writing on it. When he peeled it off, the second one did too. Then he stuck all his notes into books. He didn’t seem to follow a pattern. He picked them up randomly; I caught the title of one called “Projection and Re-collection”. He pressed the squares of color onto the insides and smoothed them out in a diagonal motion all the while maintaining a wild look of pleasure in his eyes. I really didn’t get the kid.

When he finally left, I hurried to find all the books I remembered and I read the messages inside. They were “kind notes” and “inspirational quotes”. “Have a nice day.” “Happy Reading!” or “When it’s dark, look for stars”. Why was he doing this? To brighten other peoples’ days? Is that why he left the diamond? For someone to come across and lapse into a short state of wonder? I didn’t understand Cobalt and I wanted him to remain non-complex in my mind. If I stopped discovering his weird little ventures, I could stick to hating him and move on with my life.  

           It was lucky for him that I was on the bridge, contemplating the surface of ice below it one starless night around the end of the semester. Otherwise he certainly would have jumped. It was nearly midnight on a Sunday so no one was out. Except for Cobalt. I saw his figure approach the bridge, travelling by the sidewalk and made visible by the streetlamps. The lights were recently replaced and more fluorescent than the last ones- like new cars on the highway.

He stood beside me and said nothing and his skin looked softer and more fragile in the night. Something came over me and though liking him was no easy thing to do, I became positive that I did not want him to die.  

“Look Cobalt, you can’t jump. Maybe your days are a segment of self-hate or you miss someone so badly it feels like your stomach is eating your throat but you can’t. Do you wish you lived in some better town? Do you feel embarrassed that you have no friends? That maybe you drift through your classes with no end goal in mind?” My speech grew more urgent and I started to cry for him. “Why are you so sad? You can’t leave now, you can’t! Your parents can’t afford to lose you!” He was looking at me and I was looking at the sky, too embarrassed to make eye-contact anymore. I willed my shaking body into immobility but it wouldn’t obey. I had been wrong before; there was a star. One star.

“I’ll walk you home” he said, probably grateful that I stopped him from doing it.

For an instant when he wasn’t looking, I fished the diamond from my pocket and placed it on the wide railing. It was not a windy night and maybe someone else would find it in the morning.

[llamas--and--tea]

Question Time

I was tagged by @gameofsassbutts. Blame her.

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi? I don’t have a preference, but fun fact: when I was a child, I called them mamsi-coke and papsi-coke (as in mom and dad) for no particular reason.

2. disney or dreamworks? I like Dreamworks’ intro more than Disney’s, so yeah.

3. coffee or tea? I’ve tasted coffee twice and hated it both times. I’m a devoted fan of Earl Grey tea.

4. books or movies? Usually books, but sometimes movies capture a scene much better than a book could.

5. windows or mac? Windows: the only experience I’ve had with Mac was with a horrible, horrible PC.

6. dc or marvel? Marvel: I haven’t seen much of DC...

7. xbox or playstation? I don’t play video games that much, but lemme quote @gameofsassbutts ‘s answer ‘cause it’s cool: “[robot woman voice] playstation”.

8. dragon age or mass effect? Again, I’m not a gamer. No idea what those are.

9. night owl or early riser? Night owl ftw.

10. cards or chess? Cards because I suck at chess. Plus card games are awesome.

11. chocolate or vanilla? I hate vanilla with a passion so I’d say chocolate, though I’m not a fan of it either.

12. vans or converse? Converse duh.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? Trevelyan because they’re cool, but Cadash because the name sounds cool.

14. fluff or angst? Both. Both is good.

15. beach or forest? Forest because EXPLORATION FTW. Beaches are okay too.

16. dogs or cats? Cats are the rulers of this universe.

17. clear skies or rain? I prefer a sunny, clear sky with like a few clouds on a bright blue sky.

18. cooking or eating out? I prefer home-cooked food, just because it seems purer somehow. 

19. spicy food or mild food? I don’t really care but sometimes I’m eating something spicy and just *orgasm sounds*. (That sounded wrong.)

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? I prefer Samhain because me and my friends have a great Halloween tradition.

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Interestingly, even though I love warmth, I would choose being slightly too cold forever, just because being too hot would drive me nuts.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I would love being able to go back in time. Do you even realize how much I would be able to do if I could control time? I mean like my own time.

23. animation or live action? I’d say animation, just because you can do anything when it’s an animation, whereas a live action *anything* is constrained by the physical world. And that’s not fun.

24. paragon or renegade? Is it a gaming thing? If it’s a book thing, hmu!

25. baths or showers? Showers: baths are gross if you’re not already clean.

26. team cap or team ironman? I’m quoting @gameofsassbutts here because her answer is precious: “irony tony”. Captain America is cool too though.

27. fantasy or sci-fi? *Markiplier’s “Space is cool” video starts playing* (Fantasy) ALL THE WAY!! But Sci-Fi is cool too because the worlds that are developed in Sci-Fi stuff are mind-boggingly COOL.

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” 

- 11th Doctor, Doctor Who, S5e10: VIncent and the Doctor (2010).

“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”

-Twenty One Pilots, parting words after concerts since ERS 2016.

“Thank God it’s Friday, ‘cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days.”

-Twenty One Pilots, Migraine.

"I’m holy. Get it? Holey.”

-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, George Weasley’s joke after he looses his ear to his twin Fred.

I would put more but meh.

29. youtube or netflix? YouTube.

30. harry potter or percy jackson? Harry Potter.

31. when do you feel accomplished? When I see people around me being happy/impressed/grateful for my actions. Which sounds vain af wow.

32. star wars or star trek? Not really a fan of any of them, but I’d say Star Wars because I’ve at least seen a few of the movies.

33. paperback or hardback books? Again, quoting @gameofsassbutts : “paperback’s ok but with the hardback u really feel it”

34. horror or rom-com? I’ve acquired a taste for horror a year ago so let’s say horror.

35. tv shows or movies? TV shows because they have more opportunities to develop the plot. Also because Anime is technically TV shows...

36. favourite animal? Why do you do this to meeeeee. Llamas? *hides because picked favorites*

37. favourite genres of music? Omfsh do not make me say the whole list. Let’s stick to alternative m’kay?

38. least favourite book? I quite disliked The Fault in Our Stars for some reason.

39. favourite season? Of what? jk jk it’s summer FITE ME.

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head? "Sleep” by My Chemical Romance.

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear?  I don’t have PJs but I guess T-shirt and shorts counts?

42. how many existential crises do you have on an average day? Goddammit @gameofsassbutts : “Ongoing”. Too relatable.

43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Funnily enough, “Sleep” by MCR.

44. favourite theme song to a TV show? Omfsh noooooo. I have too many. Do the TARDIS sounds at the beginning of Doctor Who count as a theme song? If not, then any of Shingeki no Kyojin (AKA Attack on Titan)’s openings they’re all wonderfully creepy and beautiful. But also Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood’s first and third openings. And also...

45. harry potter movies or books? Books because there are more details. THAT’S why you make books into TV shows instead of movie, people. DETAILS.

46. you can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? ‘’It was all fun and games until this. Ugh…wellllll if I forgot tumblr exists my friends wont so they ll remind me… lmaoo then MY OTP (how to cheat on the system 101)’’ @sonyxqueenofthewholeuniverse

47. do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? Yes, I play the flute. Have been playing for 7 years now (holy shite, how fast time flies!).

48. what is the worst way to die? Repeatedly.

49. if you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? Just for one day? I would follow my friends around without them knowing. Not for malicious purposes, just to find out how their lives really are, and not how I imagine them to be.

50. What are you planning on doing with your life? Oh god uhm. I’m debating over several careers right now. There’s writer (not sure whether my shitty writing will be good enough to make at least some career out of it...), CÉGÈP-level psychology teacher (because my two-times psych teacher Lisa amazed me), Speech-Language therapist for children (because I’m intimate with how it works), and/or ASL interpreter somewhere somehow (because I’m a slut for languages). Extra-career-wise, I’d like to keep writing and reading any time I have time.

51. Favorite Disney movie? Fuck I was going to say The Road to El Dorado but APPARENTLY it’s a Dreamworks movie so fuck yOU. I’ll say The Emperor’s New Groove then.

52. Do you believe in aliens? Of course. Wouldn’t it be very self-centered for us to believe that we are the only sentient things in the whole of the Universe? As a side-note, I could let my father write a list of his conspiracy theories about the existence of aliens and the impact they’ve had on our History. But I’m not going to. But I could! *threatens threateningly*)

53. Are u an unstoppable force or an immovable object? I would say an immovable object. Because I’m stubborn but also apathetic af.

54. (My addition:) If you were in front of a nondescript door that’s only property was to surprise you when you open it, would you open it? (remember, a “surprise” can be good or bad) Yes. Yes, I would. I’m a curious little shit and fuck the consequences.

Goshdarnit this took forEVER. I do not wish it on anyone. Also, wtf you think I have the will to tag 54 people??!! Nope. I’ve tagged 13 people. Suffer as I have been made to suffer. (Kiwi, you can do this after you finals.) Also go follow @gameofsassbutts . She was spiritually making me do this. And her answers were hilarious.

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