im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)
Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties
it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish
it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs
it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost
it just sucks that this is how it ends.
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So my neighbour grows garlic in her garden
Guess what grows in mine? :3
Wild garlic flowers of course ^_^
Anyway I’ve picked some and I need ideas for how to use this in some Jonmina art or collage
They won’t be usable until they’ve been pressed and dried so plenty of time
But I always appreciate art suggestions (you can’t stop my WIPs from breeding and I LOVE having more than one project to work on so I can switch and choose according to mood ^_^)
Also in case anyone is wondering, yes they definitely do smell like garlic XD only the stems though, the flower itself has a floral scent
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Okay, I need to say something regarding the whole mischaracterization thing. There is a difference between headcanons and mischaracterization. And there’s a difference between not liking your favorite characters being mischaracterized, and being just outright unkind, intolerant, and an awful human. Be kind to each other, and if there’s something you don’t like, and I cannot stress this enough,
S C R O L L
It is not hard!!! You have fingers that work!!!! There is no reason on this big blue and green earth that you should be mean. No matter who you are, what your background is, or what you believe. Remember that you are a person behind a screen, and so is everyone else. If you wouldn’t say it to their face, don’t say it online. Yeesh.
Bee out.
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i think the problem with most widespread writing advice is that it's meant for writers just starting out and not meant to be applied to All Levels Of Writing.
like "show don't tell" is meant to encourage a new writer to think of different ways to describe something beside The Obvious and push them to observe how different uses of words can affect the reader. it does NOT mean "never outright state what is going on ever."
the common advice to cut out things that aren't essential to the story is to give new writers a better handle on how to PLOT a story-writers generally have to start out telling stories with Very Obvious conflicts and plot beats before they gain enough control of the form to tell more subtle ones. it doesn't mean characters talking to each other casually is evil.
"start in the middle" is a piece of advice meant for beginning writers who often have much bigger story ideas than they can feasibly put to paper. they don't have the writing experience to know which parts of their ideas they can execute well (or at all). starting in the middle then means writing the part with the most conflict and interesting things happening first (which is easier for a beginner) and, most importantly, gets them out of the planning stage and actually writing. it does not mean exposition is evil and your story should always start with something Big and Dramatic.
the thing with writing advice is that it's not one-size-fits-all, and writers should discard any advice that they've outgrown or doesn't serve them any more. the craft of storytelling is about learning how good stories are built and made from the smallest to the largest scale, not following a bunch of arbitrary rules to the letter.
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in which Astarion fiddles with Halsin's hair
(for @saltsprite <3 which spurred out of a longer conversation about the dynamics of Astarion and Halsin and one thing turned into another and now we have this lol)
"When I first saw you, I had always thought something was missing. And then seeing you among your kin, I had realized what it was. Your hair was shorter than theirs."
Halsin chuckles under his breath. "I would not have guessed that as being the distinction that sets me apart. Most comment on my size and appearance."
"That too," Astarion remarks, reclining ever further into the chaise lounge as Halsin stokes the fire on his knees, his hair framing his shoulders, cut roughly by a blade and not at all carefully tailored. Very much an elf of nature, rough and unkempt.
"It has been many, many years since I've let my hair grow," Halsin says as he sits back and retains his previous position, back resting upon the lounge so that he might tilt his head back against Astarion's thigh. "In truth, I got used to shearing it when it became too long. It was easier, neater in fact as I tended to the cursed lands. There wasn't much time for vanity then."
Astarion hums and works his fingers into the small side braids tucked behind Halsin's ears, teasing them apart as he might an unruly stitch that had yet to be mended.
"And what if I asked you to grow it out?" Astarion says. "What then? What might you say?"
"I might wonder what it is you are planning."
"Oh, nothing as devious as you might imagine, dear, I just think it would do wonders for your countenance. Distinguish you as the elder you are becoming."
Halsin hums and closes his eyes, but then his lips tilt into a smirk as Astarion grabs a handful of auburn hair, pulls just a bit until Halsin is sure to feel it against his scalp. "There was a time," he says, "that I grew my hair long. And a time when I could not cut it. Was forbade from it." He opens his eyes, his gaze fixed somewhere up at the ceiling. He is not pained by recalling such a distressing memory, but Astarion sees the shadows of it even now. "It was part of my allure, and perhaps I was a vain thing in my youth."
"Weren't we all," Astarion says softly.
Halsin hums and turns his head inwards as Astarion slides his hand down for Halsin to press a tender kiss to his palm.
"You would've liked me then," Halsin says. "Just another wood elf, at one with nature."
"Hard to believe with what I know of you."
"I was less tempered then. At the festivals, I would dance and preen under the attention of those I held affections for. I thought if I looked a certain way, showed them my charms and wiles that they might take me under their wing. And a few did take me up on my offer, but I wanted more from them, to be the only thing for them and I suppose in my wanting, it took me far away from home."
Astarion threads his fingers through Halsin's hair, now loose and unbound. He could use a good trim, to neaten out the ends and cut away the splits. Let it grow healthy and long once more. Twist it into a rope and use it to haul Halsin back to him--as he knows Halsin would enjoy if it came from a person he trusted.
"They did not appreciate you the way I would have," Astarion remarks. "A thing like you must be appreciated, not caged and cornered. They wished you for selfish desires."
"Oh, and you do not?" Halsin smirks.
"I am as selfish as any other spawn." He tucks a strand of hair around the high tip of Halsin's ear, the scars of old piercings running up the length of it, and that begs another question. Was that a choice he wished for or not? How much would he be willing to change of himself for Astarion's desires?
"But for you," Astarion says, "I would see you grow it long. I would see it oiled, perfumed, and braided under my care. To see you go out and tend to your orphans."
Halsin laughs. "You speak of them as if they are like chickens."
"They cluck after you, do they not? I would see you grow your hair long as you used to. I would like to see that vain and wild thing you once were."
Halsin hums. "There are those who tried to tame me then. I wouldn't say they succeeded."
"Then I will succeed where others have rightfully failed. They didn't appreciate you. Not like I will."
Halsin rises up, bringing a hand to cup the back of Astarion's head and capture his lips in but a tender kiss, a promise of more. "I am always at your service, Astarion."
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