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i-m-j-a-d-e · 8 months
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What I'm Doing On My Blog
I'm planning on doing a couple of things with my blog.
Language Journals
Dance Progress
Life Notes
Info Dumps
Cooking Knowledge
Language Journals
I am currently learning Korean and Chinese. I am also re-learning Japanese, Tok Pisin, and Spanish after not using them for a while. On here I'm going to be writing journal entries in each language, posting my vocabulary and grammar notes, and anything else related to my language learning. If you speak any of these languages please interact and correct me if I use something wrong or if there's a better way to say something. I'm open to feedback and would love to have a conversation and make new language friends :).
Dance Progress
My goal for the rest of the year is to learn at least the chorus of a song per day. I have a list of songs I want to learn. I have numbered them and will be using a random number generator to choose which dance to learn that day. I will be posting the list and an entry about each dance I learn (possibly with a video of me doing the dance ;))
Life Notes
This is where I will be posting bullet journal style entries, lessons I've learnt, and photos from my day. Basically like a digital bullet journal. Maybe with drawings.
Info Dumps
Anything I've hyperfocused on I've decided to put my research on here instead of google drive. This can be anything from random topics I research, to whatever series of things I've rabbit holed to draw, to things I've crocheted or designed. Just a digital diary of my hobbies and hyperfixations.
Cooking Knowledge
Cooking is a big thing in my family. My dad has read tons of recipes and cooking books and has committed the information to memory, now he doesn't really uses recipes (only uses them as a base idea of flavours and ingredients if he's unfamiliar) and measures with the spirit of the ancestors. This is the way I've been taught to cook since I was little. Now that I'm an adult and am cooking a lot more I am testing out my skills and figuring things out for myself and creating my own brain cooking book. To help me keep track of everything I'm going to be writing down my recipes, my notes on different dishes and ingredients. My mum can't eat too much garlic and onion, I can't eat shellfish, tomato, and eggplant so I also have to figure out how to make things to suit that. I'll also be writing any techniques I've learnt.
That's my plan for this blog. Obviously there will be some random stuff but I'll try to fit it into one of these categories. Thank You for reading. I love messages and suggestions about new things to try so feel free to message me :)
Have a great day! <33333
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tejonterrible · 5 months
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I will never know how you are able to speak freely about personal stuff on the interwebs. It's just so alien to me, and I can't stop being aware that this isn't my little nook on the open field, but a signpost for others to read. Outside my control.
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yellow0jello2 · 8 months
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INFO DUMP TIME
Sky Cotl edition
My own version of the lore that explains why Eden is so messed up
So.
In the beginning there were eight elder spirits, and they wanted to make land in the Sky. But none of them could agree on what it should look like. So they made a bunch of different lands. The Isle of Dawn, the Daylight Prairie, the Hidden Forest, the Valley of Triumph, the Golden Shores, the Vault of Knowledge, and a paradise called Eden.
Then the siblings got bored and lonely, so they made a bunch of clay children. These children populated their realms and gave them comfort and joy.
But the Eden elder was an introvert, so he locked the doors to his realm and gave the keys to his siblings so only they could visit.
But eventually his siblings stopped visiting, too preoccupied with their clay children. So, the Eden Elder decided to make his own child. Not a child of light, he couldn't possibly handle an extrovert, but what to make it out of?
He chose darkness, and reached into the space between the stars to create a child.
A child of the nighttime.
At first this was fine. Two introverts vibing together in their own paradise filled with life and light. But then the child of night wanted to explore the outside. So he went into the daylight prairie, but when the child found a friend, he touched that friend...and the friend died, because dark is the opposite of light. So when the poor moth died, the Elders got angry, so the Eden elder promised to never let his child out of Eden again.
But the child grew lonely. He didn't want friends though. Just the Eden Elder. Quite a predicament. So the Eden Elder made Krills, which would act like cats. The Krills, however, hated light. So the Eden Elder banished all the light in his realm so his child could play with the Krills. Eden wasn't in ruins yet, but it was shrouded in shadows and darkness.
The other Elders grew upset at this. They didn't want the sibling who they had neglected thoroughly turning to darkness! They hated darkness! So they threatened to erase all the darkness from Eden if the Eden Elder didn't stop using darkness
The Eden Elder refused to let go of his dark creations because they were his only comfort, and he had grown to care about them. So he declared war on light, and would fight until his siblings relented.
Except the Vault elder. Vault was still cool with Eden. Vault even made Star mantas from darkness AND light, so Eden left Vault alone.
This meant that the place most fights took place was the Golden Shores, which soon became the Golden Wastelands.
Eventually the Elders managed to trap the Eden Elder inside a red crystal, but the Eden Elder put up quite a fight, causing Eden to fall into ruins.
Ashamed of banishing their sibling, the remaining Elders of Sky locked the gates of Eden and hid in their temples while the Children of Light and the Spirits had to learn to live on their own. Occasionally the Spirits themselves would create a new child, but things would never be quite the same again.
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featheredstorms · 1 year
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I’m might be weird for asking but if I went to detail about my infodumps (that I never post) would y’all read them? I have habit of over sharing so um 🧍‍♂️..
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atcoeblog · 1 year
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First post!
Welcome to the English blog for ATCOE! I decided to make a dedicated Tumblr blog because my main Twitter account isn't a good place to get info about the show from, probably. And I can't make an alt there because of sanctions.
Now, since this is Tumblr, I'll be able to make longer posts, and go into more detail about stuff. I may post not only updates here, but some interesting trivia too. Oh, and, you can also send me anonymous asks, and ask me stuff about the show :}
As for updates, nothing changed, still waiting for voice actors to do their jobs.
I'll post links to this blog later today.
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sillypinkboy · 1 year
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Talking about Roy in this AU because I love him
Some notable parts of his design:
He wears a lot of browns/tans bc they help blend into the sand better
He has a shit load of pockets and pouches filled with various things
He always has face covering no matter the situation! (Goggles, mask)
The only thing of notable color is a dark green face mask he always carries on his person (it was a gift from Ollie)
Roy got the Outlaws lost during a sand storm on accident. He wasn't focused at the time. Long story short, they know to keep some sort of face covering on them. They didn't like having to learn it the hard way.
He learned a decent amount of his building skills from Oliver Queen during the time they lived in Arcton.
Roy doesn't like staying in a place longer than 2 solid years. He ended up meeting Jason a few months after moving to Norfolk. He's super friendly but hasn't gotten really close to anyone since living in Arcton. It really surprised him when he realized how close he was getting with the Outlaws, it scared him even more when they ended up having Tim around. (<- I'll talk more about relationships amongst them in a different post probably)
He knows damn well that Ollie is the reason they keep finding food rhat is still okay to eat. He chooses to ignore it.
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theravenpiper · 3 months
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3 Tactics to Make Info Dumps Readable
1.) An argument is always good.
2.) POV characters who think about subjects that needs to be explained.
3.) Doing at least one other thing in a paragraph besides info dump (the same tactic also works for action and sex scenes)
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selenekallanwriter · 23 days
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Person: What's your book about?
Writers:
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I'm both somehow 🙃
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lilybug-02 · 1 month
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Possession PSA.
Thank you @ferronickel for giving me this crack head idea.
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joycrispy · 8 months
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One thing I love about Crowley --never stated, but consistently shown-- is that he is, at heart, an engineer.
I have a few different things to say about that. Let's unpack them.
As the Unnamed Angel, we see his designs for the Pillars of Creation are millions of pages long, comprised of cramped text, footnotes, diagrams, schematics, etc. It's very...Renaissance polymath, in the way it implies a particular intersection of artist and inventor.
Also: in the naked romanticism with which he views his stars.
We already knew he made stars, but in s2 we learn that he did NOT sculpt each of them by hand. He designed a nebula ("a star factory," he says) that will form several thousand young stars and proto-planets, and all --aside from getting the 'factory' running-- without him lifting a finger. We also learn that these young stars and proto-planets stand in contrast to those made by other angels, which are going to come 'pre-aged.'
...I'm reminded of Hastur and Ligur's approach to temptations. Damning one human soul at a time, devoting singular attention to it over the course of years or decades, and how that stands in contrast to Crowley's reliance on, quote, 'knock-on effects.'
Ligur: It's not exactly...craftsmanship. Crowley: Head office don't seem to mind. They love me down there.
Hm.
I'm also reminded of the M25.
The M25 may not be as grand as a nebula (sentences you only say in GOmens fandom...), but LIKE his nebula it's an intricate, self-sustaining engine that does Crowley's work for him, many times over. Again.
That's some pretty neat characterization --and so is the indication towards Crowley's disinterest in victimizing anyone tempting individual people. It takes a considerable amount of planning and effort (and creeping about in wellies), but in accordance with his design the M25 generates a constant stream of low-grade evil on a gigantic scale.
Cumulatively gigantic, that is. Individually? Negligible.
But no other demon understands human nature well enough to parse that one million ticked-off motorists are not, in any meaningful way, actually equivalent to one dictator, or one mass-murderer, or even one little influential regressive. That's the trick of it. Crowley gets Hell's approval (which he NEEDS to survive, and to maintain the degree of freedom he's eked out for himself), and at the same time ensures that any actual ~Evil Influence~ is spread nice and thin.
It's some clever machinery. And he knows it, too:
The Unnamed Angel and Crowley are both proud of their ideas.
(musings on professional pride, Leonardo da Vinci, the crank handle, and 'the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale' under the cut)
In the 1970's Crowley gives a presentation on the M25, projector and all, to a room full of increasingly impatient demons. Maybe the presentation was work-ordered; the 'can I hear a WAHOO?' definitely wasn't.
Before the Beginning, the Unnamed Angel can barely contain his excitement about his nebula. Aziraphale manages a baffled-but-polite, "....That's nice... :)"
11 years ago, Hastur and Ligur want to 'tell the deeds of the day,' and Crowley smiles to himself because (according to the script-book) he knows he has 'the best one.'
(Naturally, his 'deed' has nothing to do with tempting anybody, and everything to do with setting up a human-powered Rube-Goldberg machine of petty annoyance. Oodles of 'Evil' generated; very little harm done.)
Hastur and Ligur don't get it, of course. That's also consistent.
Nobody ever knows what the hell he's talking about.
It didn't make it on-screen, but, in both the novel AND the script-book, Crowley was friends with Leonardo da Vinci. The quintessential Renaissance polymath. That's where he got his drawing of the Mona Lisa --they're getting very drunk together, and Crowley picks up the 'most beautiful' of the preliminary sketches. He wants to buy it. Leonardo agrees almost off-the-cuff, very casual, because they're friends, and because he has bigger fish to fry than haggling over a doodle:
He goes, "Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, will you?" Because he's an engineer, too.
(It is 1519 at the latest, in this scene. Why the FUCK would Crowley know about helicopters, and be able to explain them, comprehensively, to Leonardo da Vinci?
...Well. I choose to believe he got bored one day and worked it out. Look, if you know how to build a nebula, you can probably handle aerodynamics. And anyway, I think it's telling that this is his idea of shooting the shit. 'A drunken mind speaks a sober heart,' and all. He probably babbled about Aziraphale long enough to make poor Leo sick)
Apart from Aziraphale, Leonardo da Vinci is the only person Crowley has any keepsakes or mementos of.
Think about that, though. Aziraphale's bookshop is bursting with letters, paintings, busts, and personalized signatures memorializing all the humans he's known and befriended over 6000 years (indeed: Aziraphale has living human friends up and down Whickber Street. He's part of a community).
Crowley doesn't have any of that. It's just the stone albatross from the Church (for pining), the infamous gay sex statue (for spicy pining), the houseplants (for roleplaying his deepest trauma over and over, as one does), and this one piece of artwork, inscribed, "To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V."
To me, at least, that suggests a level of attachment that seems to be rare for Crowley.
...Maybe he liked having someone to talk shop with? Someone who was interested? Someone engaged enough to ask questions when they didn't immediately understand?
...Anyway.
There's also the matter of the crank handle.
This thing:
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This is one of the subtler changes from the book. In the book, Crowley knows Satan is coming and, desperate, arms himself with a tire iron. It's the best he can do. He's not Aziraphale; he wasn't made to wield a flaming sword.
The show, IMO, improves on this considerably. Now he, like Aziraphale, gets to face annihilation with what he was made for in his hand. And it's not a weapon, not even an improvised one like the tire iron.
He made stars with it.
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[both gifs by @fuckyeahgoodomens]
If you Google 'crank handle,' you'll get variations on this:
Crank handles have been around for centuries. Consisting of a mechanical arm that's connected to a perpendicular rotating shaft, they are designed to convert circular motion into rotary or reciprocating motion.
Which is to say they're one of the 'simple machines,' like a lever or a pulley; the bread and butter of engineering. You'll also get a list of uses for a crank handle, archaic and modern. Among them: cranking up the engine of an old-fashioned car... say, a 1933 Bentley. That's what Crowley has been using his for, lately. But he's had it since he was an angel and he's still, it seems, very capable of it's angelic applications.
Stopping time. For instance.
(This is conjecture on my part, but, I like to imagine that Crowley has the ability to stop time for the same reason I can --and should-- unplug my computer before I perform maintenance on it. Time and Space are a matched set, after all, and in his designs in particular, one feeds into the other.)
I know everyone has already said this, but: I REALLY LIKE that when he needs to channel the heights of his power, he does so not with a weapon but with a tool. Practically with a little handheld metaphor for ingenuity. One from long-lost days when he made beautiful things.
(And he loved it. Still loves it --he incorporated that metaphor into the Bentley, didn't he?)
Let Aziraphale rock up to the apocalypse with a weapon: he has his own compelling thematic reasons to do exactly that. Crowley's story is different, and fighting isn't the only way to express defiance. And if you've been condemned as a demon and assumed to be destructive by your very nature, what better way than this?
He made stars. They didn't manage to take that from him.
Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are fighters, really --they have no intention of fighting in any war. They'll annoy everyone until there's no war to fight in, for a start. But between the two, if one must be, then that one is Aziraphale. Principality of the Earth, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Wielder of the Flaming Sword... all that stuff. Even if he'd prefer not to, it's very clear that Aziraphale can rise to the occasion, if he must.
Crowley was never that kind of angel. He wasn't a Principality. He doesn't have a sword.
...And yet.
It's Crowley who protects. He's the one who paces, who stands guard, who circles Aziraphale and glares out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near.
In light of everything else I've said here, I think that's interesting.
Obviously part of it is that Aziraphale enjoys it and, you know, good for him. He's living his best life, no doubt no doubt no doubt. But what about Crowley? What's driving that behavior, really?
Have you heard the phrase, 'loved to the point of invention'? Well, what if 'the point of invention' was where you started? What if where you end up involves glaring out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near? What is that, in relation to the bright-eyed thing you used to be?
What do we name the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale?
...Thinking about how an excitable angel with three million pages of star design he wants to tell you all about...becomes a guard dog. Is all.
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thatonemacaronikid · 10 months
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That moment when you have no one to listen to your info dump so you just walk around your room in circles ranting to yourself
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pirateprincessjess · 20 days
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One time I walked into a bar and the bartender looked at me and said “Hey! I am ready for more train facts!”
I had never seen this person in my life, but apparently another woman, who also happened to be a transwoman, and who looked a lot like me sat at the bar and told her a bunch of facts about trains.
I really want to meet the train fact lady
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subwaytrainrat · 1 month
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Bro… if you don’t even like trains why are you even talking to me right now…
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biteable-pink-pixie · 4 months
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Haaaaalp
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bamsara · 10 days
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Blue screening on me daily will not grant this laptop a dignified retirement idc how many keys are missing or how melted your components are. I will wring every bit of use out of you until your final boot up and when your speakers make one more screeching error beep, the melted piece of your casing chips off some more, and you no longer turn on, I will gut you for what little parts you have of worth and your keyboard with missing rows will become a nostalgic bed for my cat to sleep on
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writingwithfolklore · 9 months
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When to Info Dump
                I was taught as a young writer to never ever ‘info dump’. An info dump is a paragraph (or several) that just runs the readers through info they need to know. While avoiding info dumps is typically a good practice—lots of information at once can be overwhelming, boring, or ‘cheap’—as with most things in writing, never say never. Recently, I finished a book that info dumps often, and with intention, and it worked.
                To info dump well, you actually have to do it often (or relatively often). Just one info dump somewhere in the middle or beginning of the story is going to seem like a mistake. Using it as a literary technique however, and it adds a sort of intrigue, whimsy, or discordant tone to your story.
                In this way, it becomes a quirk of your narrator’s voice. It should match or make sense with the character you are following. A super serious, meticulous character may info dump in the way they would list off the information they know. A more bubbly character may info dump out of excitement to share their interests.
                Which brings us to the type of information you can reasonably info dump without getting in trouble. Of course, the information shared should be stuff that your character would know, but also, information that they would care to share.
                For example, that serious character would info dump only pertinent, personally important information, whereas the bubbly character probably wouldn’t info dump about real estate or politics—unless of course it’s part of their special interests. A detail oriented character may only info dump about things they are noticing in the moment. A history buff would definitely info dump about culture and the past.
                Essentially, use the right amount, for the right character, with the right information, and you can pull off an intentional and well-done info dump. Otherwise, avoid it!
                What are your thoughts on exposition or info-dumping?
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