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nikadoesanart · 3 years

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My predictions on BSD getting animated going forward

I’ll be taking a look at the novel page counts (Japanese and English) and comparing them to the screen time they’ve gotten so far and then using this to predict how long the remaining light novel adaptations will be (approximately). At the end will also be my rough prediction/hopes for the order of some of these being adapted. I say some because I have yet to read what there is so far of the gaiden novel translations, the main story manga has essentially still been on the DOA arc almost since where the anime left off, and I personally think that it’s currently too soon for Storm Bringer (aside from money purposes).

Note, most of this was written well before the anime 5th anniversary livestream but the announcements wound up not affecting it. I then of course made adjustments as needed account for the novel content we do have so far, both in Japanese and in English (officially).

Page to Episode Count

Not counting the afterward, ads, etc for the English/US copy, Japanese is including it

Also all eng page counts are using the Yen Press release and jp page counts are taken from the fandom wiki

*148 is purely counting the Untold Origins portion of the novel. If we also count the A Day at the Agency short story that’s included before it (56 pages), then we get the full 203

Also the English page count for BEAST was noted before the English release date but after page counts have been posted by affiliated retailers, so subtract a couple pages from the written count of 176 for the time being to account for the afterward and possible character sheets being included

Now that we have our page to episode counts (as of April 5th, 2021), let’s find the actual content run time of what we do have animated so far.

Seasons 1-3 and the OVA all have the same episode length/duration. Each episode is 23 minutes, and we can subtract 3 minutes on average from that to account for the OP and ED being played. This leaves us with an average of 20 minutes of BSD story content per episode. So on average, each of the first 3 seasons contain 240 minutes, or 4 hours, worth of story content.

Dead Apple’s total run time is 91 minutes, with the OP and ED making up 9 of those minutes. However, we do have a bit of the story content being played while the ED is playing (as sometimes happens in the anime as well). To keep the math simple, I’ll be approximating story content time at 82 minutes.

Apply these numbers to the novels that have been animated so far and this is (approximately) what we get:

Now let’s use these numbers to predict the screen time needed for the other novels

Note that we can’t really use Entrance Exam as a fair measure because of how much got cut out (just compare the run time of it to Dark Era and it speaks for itself). However, the numbers for Dark Era and Dead Apple are the best ones to use, as they both have minimal changes between anime and novel and both have official English translations currently available. Take out the approximate time taken up by OP/ED and and the numbers pretty much match up.

So with that being said, we can estimate Untold Origins (only) at approximately 3 eps/60 min and 55 Minutes at 1h 40-55min/100-115 min or 5-6 eps if it doesn’t get a movie. We can also estimate the A Day at the Detective Agency short story at the beginning of Untold Origins to take up about 1 ep, probably even a bit less.

1+ 3 + 5-6 = 9-10 episodes which isn’t enough for a full single cour season unless they all get put into one big OVA season, but also 10-11 eps (or less) seasons are a thing (ie. Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited, Blood Lad, Black Butler: Book of Circus, The Seven Deadly Sins: Signs of a Holy War, FLCL)

My personal predictions/hopes for the anime adaptation timeline going forward

This is considering the manga content, current “pausing/stopping points” what wouldn’t be too awkward, each of the novels relevancy/necessity to the main story manga, and assuming we continue with single cour (12-13 ep) seasons

Hopefully/ideally a 55 Minutes movie

S4: ch 54-70

Early S5 (preferably) or end of S4: Untold Origins or A Day at the Agency

S5: ch 71-88/around where we are now?

A Day at the Agency can, in my opinion at least, be chucked in at any point either as a single episode OVA or as the light novel content for s4 (maybe not even taking a full episode and then starting ch 54 in the last few minutes for example). Keep in mind that the current DOA arc is a long one and has plenty to it, so personally I think it may even be better to not include a novel adaptation in a future S4, as it would likely already be a right squeeze content wise. Remember, we also have a few XX.5 chapters that are continuations of the chapter directly before them.

I still need to read what’s currently available of the gaiden novel fan translations but it can probably be adapted at any point as well. I’m estimating approximately 5-6 eps as an OVA series. I don’t really think it would get a movie, partially because you can make it only so long, especially since it’s an anime movie and unlike Storm Bringer, it doesn’t have Chuuya to practically guarantee the profit.

BEAST also doesn’t directly impact the main story and can be adapted at virtually any point. However, seeing as we do have a live action confirmed for it and it’s page count lines up very closely with Dark Era, it can be either 4 eps or (more likely in my opinion) a movie, as it can be considered almost stand alone content.

Personally, I believe it is currently way too soon to animate Storm Bringer as it came out only a little over a month ago (as of writing this) and has minimal plot necessity as of ch 91, but I do believe it should be either split into 2 movies (a part 1 and part 2) or it would need 8 episodes, likely as an OVA season. If it were to get animated sooner than 55 Minutes or Untold Origins, which I believe to be very unlikely, I feel that it would almost certainly be driven by the financial gains of Chuuya being included, and his popularity alone. Reminder, SB is about Chuuya and not SKK. Dazai’s appearance in SB is proportionally a very small percentage and he’s not even mentioned in the official plot summary.

However, you can argue that SB is starting to have some relevance now, with the recent mention of the Order of the Clock Tower in ch 90 and the increased relevance of sealed ability weapons in ch 91. However, I really do believe that you can’t adapt Storm Bringer before 55 Minutes because of Standard Island and its treaty, it also talks about sealed ability weapons, knowing who Wells is, and 55 Minutes canonically takes place during the “downtime” portion of S3. In fact, here’s Asagiri’s words directly from the Afterward (translation by Yen Press):

“this volume didn’t take place in the past, but rather sometime after the tenth volume of the manga. In other words, it’s a tale about the ‘usual’ detective agency in novel format.” (55 minutes, p 237)

Untold Origins also should be adapted sooner rather than later (at least compared to SB in my opinion) because it’s about Ranpo and Fukuzawa’s shared past, which becomes increasingly relevant ch 70 onwards, as well as the need for the ADA being founded (which ties in with Yosano’s backstory in ch 65-66).

In regards to whether I think each of these would be better suited to a movie adaptation or as multiple regular length anime episodes, it’s mainly due to page count and partly due to the budget difference between the two, as well as how difficult I think it would be to animate each of these based on what needs to be drawn. The anime industry isn’t the fastest to switch to newer technology, hence why we see issues with 3D blending sometimes. I really do think that at the very least, 55 Minutes deserves the movie budget because of how detailed and complex the architecture of Standard Island is described as, as well all the mechanical parts needed for the final battle of the novel. Hate the lizard mouths introduced in Dead Apple all you want, but you can’t deny that the 3D cgi was blended very smoothly. For any of the other novels to be movies, it’s more so because gaiden and BEAST can be considered their own stand alone stories that don’t rely too heavily on the main story in terms of when they take place and get adapted. I feel that SB is more likely to get its own season or an OVA season more so due to its length, but multiple part anime movies have also been done before (ie. the Fate/Stay Night: Heaven’s Feel movies), so it’s not entirely impossible. Especially considering that merely having any Chuuya screen time means that you can expect the profit and popularity to really go up, especially with SKK being on screen together (regardless of whether you love or hate how the fandom tends to push a shipping POV on them).

These are all of course just my hopes and predictions and estimates based on information currently available, so take them with some salt. I’d love to hear opinions on how, when, and why each of the currently non animated novels should be adapted going forward. Also please stop begging the relevant BSD official Twitter pages for SB to be animated next and go read the other light novels you Chuuya simp

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #bsd theories #bsd dead apple #bungo stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd storm bringer #bsd light novel #bsd anime #bsd 55 minutes #bsd beast #bsd gaiden #bsd untold origins

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simonalkenmayeris-still-dead · 3 years

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CC1 - The Myth

OR why am I subjecting myself to this nonsense?

As I have mentioned, a friend of mine began reading The Book, and sent me some choice excerpts. I became intrigued. Not because it’s good, it actually seems pretty creepy, but because I think Si accidentally wrote a paranormal romance.

So before we even start the book, there’s a disclaimer. IDK if it was in the original book. It begins “Dearest Gentle Reader,” which is not a great start if I’m the one reading because I hate that sort of affectation in writing.

Like, if someone writes “dear readers” in a fanfic, it has to be really good for me to continue reading.

This disclaimer is basically saying that although 2012 was such a long time ago, and Simon was an ignorant fool when he wrote this, he can’t be bothered actually editing it properly, so please forgive him ahead of time if he did something wrong.

If you ever find yourself writing something like this, you need an editor.

Just so you know, nothing happens in this chapter. It’s supposed to be an introduction to Simon and how he’s a monster, but you do NOT need a whole chapter for that.

Simon also really needs an editor. There are multiple sentences in this chapter that lack correct sentence structure.

For example, in the first paragraph we have this “Yes, I eat people, though the correct term is anthropophage”. For this sentence to make sense, anthropophage would need to mean “eating people”, as in the act of eating people, it would need to be a verb. So, when I google this, which Simon tells you to do, I get this result

An anthropophage or anthropophagus was a member of a mythical race of cannibals

So anthropophage doesn’t refer to the act of eating people. It’s a noun. It refers to not just cannibals (which Simon maintains he isn’t) but a specific race of cannibals.

That sentence makes no sense. And there are plenty of similar sentence constructions throughout this chapter. I’m not going to point out all of them, except where they affect the narrative, because we’d be here all day.

After Simon begins his “succinct” first paragraph, in which he repeats himself four times, he decides to open with how we must be feeling.

As many of you may know by now, I am not a fan of being told how I must feel, whether that is to my face, in a blog post, or in a book, so he’s losing me.

I also really hate Simon’s “voice”, because it’s really inconsistent. He veers wildly between what I assume the author thinks is some sort of period affectation, and modern English, when he could have chosen one.

This is partly because the person writing doesn’t have a style, and partly because they haven’t had their work edited. And because Simon doesn’t research. The best way to mimic a style of writing from a certain period is to read things from that period. You can’t just shove words like “one” or “quaint” into your writing and expect it to sound authentic.

Anyway, Simon’s long and belaboured point, is that everything we think we know about monsters is wrong. He spends another 3 paragraphs reiterating this and then passes up the opportunity to use the phrase “you may not believe in us, but we believe in you.” This is a good phrase, human minds like repetition. Instead we got “you may not be afraid of us, but we are still here.”

Disappointing.

Then we have some maths and may I just say, if maths is not your strong suit, do not try to put it in your book.

Simon has heard that up to fifty thousand people go missing every year. He doesn’t know that, he’s just heard it, so from the outset, he’s not even using facts.

For some reason, he thinks missing people must either be murdered or assume a new identity. Those are the only two options he has.

In reality, a huge number of missing persons are not exactly missing, they’re people escaping abuse situations, and they get reported missing by their abuser. Those people aren’t assuming a new identity or dead.

Simon also thinks all humans dump corpses in national forests. I don’t know why he thinks this. I expect there’s a lot of cleanup after dumping someone in a park. Would it really be worth your while to drive all that way when there’s probably somewhere closer in a city where you could get the job done? This is what cement boots are for, right? I also don’t think murderers go to all that trouble of dumping a body just to leave it out in the open like that. They’re going to at least dig a grave.

It’s also apparently unfeasible that anyone could adopt a new identity without a single hitch. But you don’t actually have to adopt a new identity seamlessly to “go missing”. The going missing part is just where you drop your old identity. Hitches in adopting a new one are a separate issue.

Or maybe I’m just sensitive to this because I’m trans.

And then, in explaining why he isn’t going to claim his species is completely responsible for all missing people… Simon cites two things that do not cause people to go missing as examples for humanity’s awesome cruelty.

Awesome? Not awful? Okay then.

I understand that he’s trying to make a point, the theme of the book is obviously “humans are more monstrous than a real monster”, but the point loses something if you make it with a stupid example.

Oh and then we come to my favourite part of this chapter.

It is an experiment. A point. An argument for the furthering of knowledge. Mixed with a little boredom, if I am honest. You are a test subject. By reading this, you give consent to tell me what I need to know.

An experiment isn’t supposed to be making a point, Simon. That’s not what experiments do. Also, what is that last sentence? Is he a mind reader now?

I think Simon may be a little fixated on the “by <performing act> you give consent” concept. But if you are telling someone something, you’ve presumably given consent. The act of communicating with someone actually implies more consent than reading a book.

Now I’m gonna skip down to the part where he decides I don’t believe him. I hope this telling me what I think isn’t going to continue all through the book because I’m not sure I can handle it.

Also, Simon really wishes this book had ended up on CW network. I know this because he says how disappointed he would be if that happened. I personally wouldn’t write anything about the possibility of my book being adapted for screen in the book itself. It kind of sounds like you think it’s your due when it’s really not. Or like the only reason you wrote the book was to get rich off it.

There is one notable part of this chapter, and it’s this

If you are hoping to hear my account of slavery, you should know that I was fixated upon the flavors of meat raised in the terroir of Virginian tobacco plantations, and didn’t even notice the skin color of any given human.

We all know how Simon would excuse this, he’d say it’s not his fault he’s a monster blah blah blah. But honestly, this is racist. Even setting skin colour aside, is he trying to tell us he didn’t notice some humans were being treated as chattel? I would think that’s something he would need to keep abreast of, considering he says he targets his food according to whether they’d be missed.

He also says his purpose isn’t to rewrite our past, which gives a great indication of what he thinks the past is (all the big events you learn about in primary school, no society and culture). But that’s exactly what he wants to do.

Skipping down some more, over the part where he says if I find him funny, to consider he may not be kidding – it’s okay Simon, I’m laughing at you, not with you – and the part about diaries being a proper pursuit. Even past the insult about mentally ill people.

BECAUSE THEN WE GET

“harangue me about being a second-rate author; but please be polite.”

Does Simon know what harangue means? It means a tirade. It’s not polite.

Another paragraph about how we shouldn’t care about his feelings because he doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks. And this next bit.

“You are encouraged to embrace this tale however you see fit, communicate with its author any way you can”

Except, apparently, from creating a tumblr blog, that is very wrong.

And that’s it! Literally nothing happened. Hopefully things get more exciting in Chapter 2.

#the creature's cookbook #ch1

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bettydice · 3 years

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all the numbers in the fibonacci sequence go

jade pls

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

Hawke, writing her is comfortable, easy and fun.

2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why?

Shepard. Though I have trouble writing in the Mass Effect universe in general, thus I haven’t written Shepard much and don’t really feel like I have a good grip on her.

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

well, can’t answer this one! that’s what you get for doing your math-nonsense

5. Do you listen to music when writing?

Yes, always. I usually make playlists for all my stories. Sometimes, I can only write to instrumentals (video game and movie/tv soundtracks) or when it’s not in english/german, so I don’t get distracted by the lyrics.

8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chaptered stories?

Very much one-shots. I can bang them out and then shove them on the internet and be done with it. Don’t have to worry about ‘what if I lose steam/interest and never finish it’. But I’ve also really enjoyed writing long-fic this year, it’s just so nice to be able to get lost in the story and characters for a while. We’ll see whether I’ll go back to one-shots after this!

13. When did you start writing fanfic?

Well. There were a few embarrassing attempts in high school, but I didn’t properly get into it until the beginning of 2015 (according to AO3).

21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

I’ve always wanted to do some kind of Fairy Tale Series, where I write a bunch of ficlets inspired by fairy tales. I did two for Dragon Age ages ago, but I feel like it’s gonna end with those two.

34. Have you felt emotional while writing a scene before? What scene was it?

It hasn’t happened too often, but it has been happening a few times in the fic I’m currently writing [I didn’t expect you to be lonely (too)], I just seem to have a lot of feelings about this sad, angry, lonely, sweet man.

#jadesabre301 #thank you for ask even though math #I'll allow it because I just love you so much jade #betty does memes #if these are the wrong numbers do not tell me I do not care

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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The Option I

A/N 1: This is a Dark!Bucky x Naive! Reader story. While it will contain questionable consent it is not going to be as dark as some of my other stories. That is not an invitation for those who are not comfortable with the topic to read, as much as it is an update for those who came to this looking for a very dark tale.

Warnings: This chapter has none, but overall this story will be noncon/dubcon (Please Do NOT read if this offends you)

Words: 4k

Summary: While traveling through Europe you meet an unusual man under unusual circumstances.

A/N 2: This takes place in the same universe as “The Distraction”. You do not need to have read that to follow this at all though. It is not canon-compliant but could be interpreted to take place after Winter Soldier and before Civil War.

Did trains move this fast back home? You looked out the window at the European countryside. It was hard to take any of it in since the speed made everything a blur.

You yawned and debated going back to your sleeping car, but your stomach gurgled and reminded you that you needed food. Besides, you’d been asleep for the last ten hours. So far, this trip taught you that jet lag was a real thing.

From the moment you got off the plane in Paris, you were exhausted. It took an hour to travel to the station, and three more until you boarded the train. You passed out as soon as you got to the teeny tiny private room your uncle had reserved for you.

The time change was messing with you almost as much as the travel itself, maybe more so. To you, it felt like 10 am, but here the sun was setting and dusk was settling in. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. 20:26. You did the math and realized it was already after 8 pm.

There was a text message from your uncle on the lockscreen.

Glad to hear you’re on the train. My driver will pick you up in Istanbul in three days. Safe travels.

Visiting him was a good idea. You needed family right now, and he was all you had left. The reminder made your heart hurt and you shut your eyes not wanting to relive the last month.

You wished he would have flown you directly into Turkey, but he told you that this was less expensive and would give you an opportunity to clear your head and enjoy traveling.

Another train breezed by and you jumped as the view of the countryside vanished.

“You mind if I sit here?” A girl about your age slid into the booth across from you. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but the dining car is starting to fill up.”

“You’re American?” You had heard a lot of languages being spoken, but this was the first English, it made you perk up.

“Born and raised in Colorado. How about you?” She gave a warm smile as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

You said your home town and glanced her up and down. She was pretty, with brown hair in a messy French braid, oversized glasses hiding doe-brown eyes, and no make-up to accentuate her natural beauty. Beauty, it was almost like she was a model trying to dress down in her pale blue hoodie.

“Never been.” She held her hand out. “I’m Alice. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You reached out to shake. “I thought I wouldn’t find a soul to talk to until I got to my uncles.”

“Visiting a relative? I’m studying abroad in Istanbul. I wish I could have flown into Turkey, but the airfare was outrageous!” She rolled her eyes with over-accentuated movements.

“I’m going to Istanbul too.” You did an internal high-five that now you had a friend for the trip.

“Sweet, I have a buddy!” She reached out and squeezed your hand. “I’m starving. Did you order yet? What’s good?”

“No, the server hasn’t come around.” You grabbed a menu from the back of the table. “I’m not even sure what most of this is. The English translation is off, one of the items is ‘pig in his own sauce’. “

“Gross.” Alice scrunched up her nose and laughed. “This is your first time abroad huh?”

“Believe it or not, this is my first time traveling in general.” You glanced around the train. “I was something of a homebody.”

“Well relax, enjoy your travel experience.” She nodded over her shoulder. “But if you want to eat on trains you have to go to the window and order. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll bring us back something yummy? I promise, no pig sauce.”

“That would be great.” You reached into your purse and pulled out your wallet. “I have a few Euros.”

“Don’t worry. This one is on me.” Alice slid up from the booth. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

When she walked down the aisle you leaned back in the booth, a wave of relief washing over you. If you hadn’t run into her, you probably would have sat in the dining car all night with no food.

You turned your attention back to your phone and replied to your uncle.

I’ll try. See you soon.

If it weren’t for him, you would have been completely alone in the world. You were lucky he found you. When he showed up at your parent’s funeral, surprise was an understatement. The last time you saw him was when you were five or six. Then when he offered to move you to Turkey it blew your mind.

You weren’t ready to move away, but an extended vacation sounded nice while you figured things out. The two of you agreed on a three-month trip. After that, it didn’t take much convincing to put your things in storage and get out of dodge.

“Alright, the food will be up shortly.” Alice slid back into the booth and set a glass filled with amber liquid in front of you. “I believe we are getting a chicken dish with some French fries. It may be potatoes though.”

Your eyes kept on the beer. You hated to be rude.

“Cheers.” Alice picked up her glass and tilted it towards you.

“I don’t really drink.” You winced and pushed the glass away.

“Oh, my bad.” She frowned. “It seems like everyone in Europe drinks. Beer is cheaper than pop. I can go get you something else.”

She wasn’t lying, you figured that out when you were at the train station. A coke cost three times what beer did. Alice had treated for the meal.

“It’s not a big deal.” You smiled. “I have drank, I just, it’s not a normal thing.”

“No really. I’ll drink yours.” Alice stood up. “Give me a minute.”

“See?” You grabbed the beer and took a sip, not wanting her to waste money on you. “I’ll be fine.”

Alice’s shoulders relaxed and she sat back down.

“So you can drink? I assumed, based off your age, you didn’t like it or had to quit or something.” She picked up her beer and took a sip. “Not that there’s any shame in that. I know a lot of people struggle with addictions.”

“Like I said, just a homebody.” You smiled. “I always had friends, but small town, small options. I lived with my parents until recently, they weren’t drinkers.”

The smile dropped from your face.

“What happened?” Alice set her beer down and took your hand.

“They died.” You glanced out the window. “A freak accident, nobody’s fault.”

“Oh my God, that’s terrible. You poor thing.” Alice squeezed harder. “I’m thinking you need more than one drink.”

“I couldn’t.” Her hand was on your wrist, raising the glass to your lips. “I’m pretty sure my parents would be disappointed over this one. They were a little overprotective.”

You didn’t get the rest of the thought out before the glass was at your lips. The beer was bitter, but not overpowering. You were scared of the effects though.

“Let loose, have some fun. You need it more than most.” Alice took a drink of hers. “Besides, I’m practically a professional drinker. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Thank you for the offer.” Your stomach let out a grumble. “But I’m more concerned with eating than drinking right now.”

“Foods not ready yet.” Alice looked over her shoulder. “But when it is I’m getting us another round. And tonight is on me. I’m treating.”

“That’s not necessary.” You reached for your wallet. “I’ll get the next drinks.”

“See? You need this.” Alice cheered your glass again. “Drink up. I’ll take good care of you.”

You glanced at the beer and back at your new friend. It had been a long month and maybe drowning your sorrows wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Alright, fuck it.” You picked up the beer and took a huge sip.

“Thata girl.” Alice gave you a wink.

It could be time to relax. After all, this was supposed to be a positive transition.

~~~

Ice was in your veins. You hugged yourself as your teeth chattered, pulling your legs up to your chest and forming a ball. Your long-sleeved shirt and jeans weren’t providing you enough warmth. You reached out to grab the blanket but felt nothing.

Once the coldness settled in a splitting headache came next. You brought your hand to your forehead and groaned, slowly opening your eyes.

The sky was light grey, the sun blocked by heavy cloud coverage. You looked down and saw the cement underneath you, as you pushed yourself up you craned your neck and realized you were on a small street, huddled against a brick building. Something of a small downtown area.

“What?” You asked nobody.

Where was the train? What were you doing here? Was this Istanbul? You pushed yourself up from the sidewalk until you were on wobbly legs.

Istanbul was a sprawling metropolitan city. This was more like a quaint village. You brought your face to your hands, knowing you were having a delayed reaction.

Alice. That was the last thing you remembered, drinking beer with her in the train car. How many had you had? You struggled to think, but everything was coming up blank. You couldn’t remember anything after the first one. Did you even eat?

Your stomach churned and you turned towards the building, keeling over as you dry heaved, your mouth as dry as cotton. Once your stomach accepted there was nothing to throw up you felt a little better and stood back up.

Down the street, you spotted a person walking the opposite direction. You moved as fast as you could toward them, hoping someone could give you a clue as to where you were at least. Maybe help you call your uncle.

Call. Your phone. You felt down your pockets. Empty. Your purse was nowhere to be seen either. Your passport, money, all your belongings were still on the train. How the hell did this happen?

It was tempting to sit still and sob, but that would accomplish nothing so you moved faster hoping to catch up to the person. It was an older woman.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” You were almost caught up to her.

She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. Her lips pressed together and she shook her head in disappointment at you.

“I’m sorry. I know this sounds strange, but could you tell me where I am or how to get to a phone?” You weren’t even certain of your uncle’s phone number; you never wrote it down only stored it in your cell.

“Yaksh imam bradolbo.” The women clicked her tongue.

“Oh.” You didn’t have a clue what the language was. “Do you speak English?”

The woman continued to shake her head.

“Do you know anyone who does? Who I can talk to?” You knew how stupid you sounded, but didn’t know what else to do. “Please.”

“Bradolbo.” She shook her head and turned to start walking.

“Is it alright if I follow you?” You kept pace with her. “Is there a train station around here?”

“Shalp bradolbo esq quilnton.” The woman walked faster.

Shit. You were probably scaring her. You needed to find some way to communicate.

“Choo-choo.” You moved your arms at your sides in circles. “Chugga chugga, choo choo?”

You hoped that imitating a train was the same in every language. The woman didn’t stop walking, but the disappointment in her face turned to pity and she shook her head.

“No train stop?” You didn’t understand. “No English?”

“Bradolbo.” She turned the corner.

A few blocks up there was a large white tent. It was some form of country market and you felt a slight bit of relief. Someone there would speak English. You took a deep breath, knowing you had to hold it together for a little bit longer.

~~~

Bucky pulled down the rim of his hat, hiding his face as much as he could without wearing a mask. He hated coming to public spaces, but he needed to restock some of his staples and that meant coming into the farmer’s market.

He told himself to relax, reminding himself he picked this small country to hide for a reason. Nobody was going to pay any attention to him. Still, he was quick, moving from table to table buying double of what he needed.

The snow season wasn’t due to start for another month but the chill told him otherwise so he aired on the side of caution and over purchased just in case he found himself snowbound until spring.

“Please? Someone? Anyone?” The familiar language caught Bucky’s ear. “Can anyone understand me? Please!”

Why was someone speaking English in a place like this? All of Bucky’s nerves flared. Was this a trap? Had they found him? He bent down and pulled off his backpack, placing his purchases in the bag while retrieving the pistol he stashed in there, sliding it up his sleeve.

“Please?” The voice was female, but that in no way shape or form calmed Bucky’s nerves.

He wouldn’t look at them. That would risk drawing attention. He would rather observe before attacking in the middle of a marketplace.

With the gun in his grip, he tugged down his jacket sleeve and walked away from the pleading girl.

“Is there a payphone? US Consulate? Can you tell me the name of this city? Even what country I’m in?” The girl’s voice faded as Bucky put distance between them.

When he was confident he was far enough away he turned to assess the situation. If she was an assassin sent to draw him out it was a convincing decoy. She was beautiful, even with the pained look of terror on her face that she was trying to control. Frustration filled her eyes as she frantically blinked away the tears.

She was underdressed too, wearing far too little for the cold air. She didn’t even have a jacket.

“Please, can anyone help me?” She spun in a circle looking at the other shoppers.

Every person kept their eyes down, avoiding her at all costs. It was like she may as well have been a ghost. Why wasn’t anyone reacting to the poor girl? Even though she was speaking in a strange language Bucky was surprised nobody tried to help her.

“They’ve seen this before,” Bucky whispered to himself.

There was a reason they ignored her. Bucky knew what sort of country this was; it was a big reason he chose it. He bet the poor lost woman didn’t have that choice.

He pushed the thought down. She had nothing to do with him. He needed to ignore her and leave her to whatever the fates had in store.

“Please?” She was struggling to keep the tears out of her voice as it shook.

Bucky turned to leave, but he felt a pang of guilt. He had two options: go home and forget about the woman or try and help her. He didn’t like either.

It was early, not even nine am, he guessed whoever was on their way to collect her was minutes away. They wouldn’t let their catch roam free for too long.

By the time they arrived, she would be so desperate and scared she wouldn’t question getting into a car with a stranger. Bucky knew the dangers of falling into the wrong hands, having your life taken away.

“Why won’t anyone talk to me?” The girl sounded frantic. “Can I just use a phone? Can someone call the police?”

Every voice in his head told him it was a bad idea. Leave. Forget about her, but Bucky still wasn’t sure if it was really him in charge of the voices.

“Shit.” He cursed to himself as he moved from behind the table and made a beeline straight for the girl. “Option two it is.”

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You were seconds away from screaming at the top of your lungs. It didn’t matter that these people spoke a different language, how could none of them be attempting to speak to you at all? Maybe call the police over the crazy lady screaming in the market?

Right before you sucked in the air an arm flung around your shoulder, pulling you in for a hug.

“Act like you’re happy to see me. Like this was all planned,” a voice spoke from the top of your head.

“Oh, you speak English thank God.” You sighed and pulled away from the chest. “Can you help me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as sparkling blue eyes looked down at you, he wore a grin that to everyone else was shielded by a baseball hat.

“We have to move. Remember, act like you were waiting for me.” He kept his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the back of the market.

“Move? Where are we going?” You weren’t about to leave the man’s side.

“Away from the crowd. Keep your eyes down. Try and blend.” You didn’t know how you were supposed to do that when a few minutes ago you were causing a scene.

Most people continued to ignore you, but others gaped at the man who was walking you out of the tent. Almost like he was doing something forbidden. It should have made you uncomfortable, but someone finally agreed to help and you weren’t about to take that for granted.

“I was on a train, and then I woke up on the sidewalk. Where am I?” When you left the area of the market his arm dropped from around your shoulder.

“We have to keep moving.” The man walked to a small bike.

“Wait.” You’d never been on a motorcycle before and weren’t sure this would seat two. “Can you take me to the police?”

“We don’t have time for this.” He took off his backpack and held it out to you. “You have two options, stay here and see what happens or come with me.”

You glanced behind your shoulder at the market. The awful feeling of invisibility making you almost convulse. Without hesitation you walked over to him, taking the oversized backpack and throwing the straps around your shoulders. He had made it look so light, but it was heavy enough you almost thought your back would throw out.

He kicked the bike on and you wrapped your arms around his waist as you took off. The sound of the engine filled the cold air and you tried to bury your head into his back, hoping to block the wind.

How could things have gone so wrong so quickly? Your teeth started chattering and as your exposed hands froze around the man’s stomach. You focused on the cold, telling yourself this man would help you. He would get you in touch with the authorities and you would be on your way to your uncle in no time. You were sure of it. There was nothing to fear. You wouldn’t allow yourself to think anything else.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #James barnes x reader #winter solider x reader #winter solider imagine #winter solider fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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polzkadotz · 4 years

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Asas reread their fics - ftayc - part 4

And we’re back to rereading this fic!!!! last chapter i reread was the 7k monster of chapter 3, and this one... oh. Oh, this is also 7k?

wowie

if you want a spoiler to interest you, here we go lmao

we begin with this author’s note bc I don’t think I ever really talked about it here on my tumblr???

It was sort of my first time being recommended, really. I had noticed that my hit count had gone up substantially and I couldn’t understand it, but it was nice??? and then i found the post on the library and I was like Oh. I See.

Whoever it was that recommended me, thank you. Seriously.

But enough mushy-wushy, let’s tackle this giant.

We begin with this exchange, which...

I was trying to be funny and this still makes me smile so at least I amuse myself lmao

Neil needs to free himself of the plot device I pulled out of nowhere and he taps into his reserves of power that he has hid away for, basically, forever. One thing that I wish I had made more clear, which was basically the vitriol going through my mind as I wrote this fic, was that Neil had been cutting himself of his powers and how powerful he was for a fucking long time because

1) he bought into his mom’s reasoning that his father was simply Not Someone They Could Face and Win

2) he had made himself fit into a mold that would “make him survive” but, by doing so, he basically chained himself to a fraction of the three-dimensional person he used to be, which made meeting Jean and finding out that he had become a pet god for a human even worse because Neil could see all the ways they were similar but Neil had been doing that shit to himself voluntarily.

Originally, when I thought about making Neil a god in this fic, I did think about modeling him out of an existing god but also, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to make him be someone who was struggling with letting himself be what he was with his full-potential. Someone who had been cutting himself back for so long he had basically lost whatever sense of personhood he used to have. Someone who had started to get tired of cutting parts of himself and forgetting what he used to be so he would survive for--

What? Survive for what? Neil eventually realized he hadn’t been a person for too long and as long as his father was alive, he would never feel safe to be.

Now that I think about it, Neil was very much me working through my own shit about trying to live as myself at the same time that I had different versions of past me struggling with the person I was becoming. The person I wanted to be.

Anyway, back to the story.

There’s a throwaway paragraph where I sort of tease that Andrew’s dragon is becoming "hungry” and it was basically me trying very hard to foreshadow that the priest thing was going to happen lmao

After battling for two paragraphs against the thought of creating a new priest, Neil gets them back on track to go as far away as its possible for both dragons flying.

Nicky tries to get Neil to talk about the god thing, and I like how I made it clear that even being reminded that he had been a god was something conflicting to Neil.

And then we get to the part where Neil suddenly remembers that he has a lot more money than what he had previously said in the first few chapters, but who cares about plot consistency, am I right? Does it show that this fic was edited hastily? Because I can guarantee that it was :3

They stop in Mumbai, I think (the place is not important for past Asas and honestly... can’t say that’s changed lol). Nicky tries to get Neil to talk more about being immortal and stuff. Neil gives a bit of backstory, as a treat, and Kevin reveals what he knows, as a threat I guess lmao

I kind of imply that Neil only had one priest, which... I remember is not what I put in the sequel.............. so I do recommend you reread your fics before writing a new piece, wink-wink

OH MY GOD I MADE NICKY ASK WHY NEIL’S ENGLISH “WASN’T WEIRD” AND THEN I REPLIED WITH A SENTENCE THAT WAS BASICALLY STRUCTURED WITH PORTUGUESE GRAMMAR AND SOUNDS VERY WRONG IN ENGLISH

Asas... my god, Asas.

Anyway, after a lot of questioning, they eventually go to sleep and, when Neil wakes up from a nightmare, he has his daily fairy tale dose from Andrew, who’s also awake. I gotta be honest, I don’t even remember that fairy tale but it explains the Aaron, Andrew and Tilda.

After everybody wakes up from their naps, they go to their last destination: Tokyo.

Wait lemme check:

when did they leave Mumbai in my story?

when did they reach Tokyo?

yeah, that math totally checks out.

Whatever. As they arrive in Tokyo, Neil splurges even more money on a hotel for the whole crew, even though they had been pretty not nice to him as a whole lmao. But! The boy believed he was going to die, so what was he going to do with all that money?

Nothing, so he programmed an email to be sent to Andrew with the info for some of his bank accounts and fucked off to try and find what his mother had stolen.

Neil gets on a ferry that will take six hours to reach the island where is the volcano that his mother had made him hide his father’s immortality. Neil got nekkid because he wanted to have clothes when he got out of the volcano, you know?

(Also, yes, I’m gonna ignore the other time inconsistency from his travel inside Japan, I was very much pressured by the whole “got recommended on the library” okay, you can judge me through those lenses)

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn’t alone when he finally climbed out of the volcano.

Fortunately for him, this Ichirou Moriyama doesn’t want his father, who is very much interested in becoming immortal, to actually become immortal. Neil explains the whole immortality thingy (I found some typos and honestly? I shan’t fix them. It adds character) and Ichirou subtly kicks Neil’s clothes closer to him, which... I get it, my guy. It’s kind of difficult to have an intimidating conversation when someone’s bits are out and about.

As they are trying to hash out their problem -- as in, Neil’s father told them that Neil’s immortality would be viable to cure Kengo --, Andrew appears blowing his ball of flames onto both of them, and Neil uses his powers to create a pocket that repels the fire, so it doesn’t touch him or Ichirou.

(Why didn’t he use those powers on his clothes, as well? Dunno, don’t poke at my plot too much or it will definitely crumble right into your face, you’re gonna inhale too much dust and die from fandom toxicity, AND THAT’S NO WAY TO REACH A GOOD DEATH)

btw:

Neil, my dude. The dragon thought you were in danger? Chill out???

Neil rages for a few seconds but quickly turns that into a situation to ask Moriyama for his protection against his father, since Neil just technically saved his life.

Oh, and if you think “Uhhh, why would Neil even believe that Ichirou would keep his word?”

Don’t worry, I gotchu:

Ichirou agrees with the deal, for plot reasons. Since he got a deal out of it kind of easily, Neil thinks, “Wait a minute. If I give my father’s immortality to this Moriyama, literally passing the hot potato around, then the Moriyamas won’t be after me for an immortality, my father probably won’t be immortal and come after me as the death machine he used to be and I might be able to use it to free a certain god????”

So Neil uses his father’s immortality to bargain for Jean’s freedom, and he doesn’t wait for Moriyama’s response for that one. He simply hops onto dragon!Andrew’s back and they fly away into the... sunset? Sunrise? Don’t ask me, I clearly can’t keep track of the time passage in my fics.

And this is the end of the chapter!

Let me say something that I hope will be quick: this chapter felt much better written to me then the other three. It’s shaky in places, definitely, and it could’ve gone through a more severe round of editing, but I can certainly feel the positive outcomes of the pressure I felt after my work got a shout-out. This fic had been pretty much geared towards myself, so writing about the world-building wasn’t my focus at all in the other three chapters. In this one, I try to at least explain some concepts I came up with which???? Go me??????

I still wish I had taken the time to work on this entire fic to make it as close to what I had in my head, but in a comprehensive form for the attention that it got, you know? I mean, from the ashes you crawl is still my most everything -- most kudos, hits, comments, bookmarks... It deserved so much better but also... I like that it feels rough? I like that it can clearly help to contrast the growth of my style or whatever?

It was written after a long, long writer’s block, and it only got edited and posted because I decided to participate in an event for a different fandom and it got me excited about writing again.

Anyway, I’ve talked too much. Here’s to hoping I can contain myself in the next posts lmao

#rereading #fic: from the ashes you crawl #fic: ftayc #dragon!andrew #dragon!andrew minyard #god!neil #asas reread their fics #god!neil josten #all for the game #all for the game fic #aftg fics #andrew minyard #neil josten #my fics #tfc fics #my writing

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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All About Numbers

1/One/Uni/Single 1. Are unicorns your favorite mythological creature? Nah, I’d choose fairies. 2. Have you ever ridden a unicycle before? Nope. 3. In what ways are you unique? *shrug* I don’t think I’m all that unique. 4. Have you ever listened to the band One Direction? Yeah. 5. Have you ever been required to wear uniform for work or school? The preschool I went to had uniforms. It was cute plaid skirts and a collard shirt (I forget what color) with the name of the school on it in small font on the left side, I believe.

6. Do you own a universal remote? Nope. 7. How do you believe that the universe was created? God. 8. Have you ever come in first place in any sort of competitions? Yes. I participated in some wheelchair races when I was a kid. 9. Have you ever had a solo before? No. 10. Are you single? Yep.

2/Two/Bi/Double 1. Do you own any duplicates of anything? What? Pillow cases. Oh, and I have several pairs of the same leggings. 2. Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Yeah. 3. When did you first learn how to ride a bicycle? I didn’t. 4. Do you personally know of any sets of twins? Yes. 5. Do you eat double-stuffed oreos? Those are the best. 6. Are you able to identify when a double letter is needed in an English word? (ie: bubble vs. trouble) Yeah. 7. Do you own a pair of binoculars? Nope. 8. Have you ever made the same mistake twice before? Oh, I’ve made the same mistakes several times. :/ 9. Have you ever felt like you were second best? There’s a song by Nelly that goes, “two is not a winner and three nobody remembers” I’m three. 10. If you have a job, do you get paid bi-weekly? I don’t have a job. 11. What’s your favorite movie sequel? Hmm. One of them is It Chapter 2. 12. Name some things that you own “pairs” of. Socks, shoes, pants, leggings. Okay dumb question probably, but why is it a pair of pants? Like, socks and shoes I get cause there’s two. There’s just one pants, though? Same with underwear. 3/Three/Tri/Triple 1. Can you name the different types of triangles that there are? Yes. 2. When did you get your first tricycle? I didn’t. 3. Name something in real life that resembles a triangular prism. A tent. 4. Three Blind Mice or 3 Little Kittens? 3 Little Kittens. 5. Do you like 3 Musketeers candy bars? How about the movie? Yes to the candy bar. I’ve never seen the movie, though. Doesn’t appeal to me. 6. Do you prefer the 3 Little Pigs or the 3 Bears tale? Goldilocks and the 3 Bears. 7. Do you know any triplets? No. 8. Have you ever participated in a triathlon before? Nooo. 9. Have you read any good book trilogies before? Several.

10. Have you ever sang as part of a duet or a trio before? Nope. 4/Four/Quad 1. Do you know any sets of quadruplets? No. 2. Do you know anyone who is a quadrapalegic? No. 3. Did you learn about quadrilaterals? Yes. 4. Why was each section of a graph referred to as a quadrant? Cause there were 4? 5. Do you exercise your quads or your biceps? No. 6. Have you ever played “Four Corners” in school? I think so. 7. Which shapes have four sides? Squares, rectangles, quadrilaterals, rhombus... 8. Have you ever heard a barbershop quartet in action? Yes, at Disneyland. 5/Five/Quint/Pent 1. Do you remember what you were doing when the Twin Towers and the Pentagon were damaged? Yes. I was actually home from school on bed rest after recently having spinal surgery. I just remember my mom running into my room and changing my TV to the news and watching everything unfold. 2. Do you know any sets of quintuplets? No. 3. Have you ever seen the movie “Quints” before, on Disney Channel? Yes, I was just thinking of that movie. 4. Have you ever tried to score a “five finger discount”before? No. 5. Do you know anyone who has celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary? Yes. 6. Do you Listen to Five Finger Death Punch? Nope. 6/Six/Sex 1. Do you know of any sextuplets? Nope. 2. Are you able to draw a hexagon? Yeah. 3. Favorite number out of: Six, sixteen, or sixty? Sixteen. 4. Are you scared of the number “666″, which is supposedly an “evil number? I don’t like when they appear in that sequence. 5. How did you celebrate your sweet 16 birthday? I had a party at an outdoor venue with family and friends. 7/Seven/Sept/Hept 1. Do you know of any septuplets? No. 2. Which one of the seven deadly sins do you exhibit the most? Sloth. 3. Does the number 7 have any sort of religious significance to you? I know what it means. 4. Do you know anyone who is 70 or in their 70′s? No. 5. Do you like That 70′s Show? I did during its original run, but when I watched several years later as an adult I wasn’t into it. 8/Eight/Oct 1. Do you remember anything about Octo-Mom? Oh jeez, yeah. 2. What color/shape is a STOP sign? It’s a red octagon sign.

3. Is an octopus one of your favorite animals? Noooo. *shivers*

4. What did you do for your 18th birthday? I went to one of my favorite touristy cities with my family and hung out for the day. 9/Nine 1. Do you really believe that cats have nine lives? No.

2. When you turned nineteen, did you ever go to Canada to drink, since in most places the legal drinking age is 21? Nope. 10/Ten, 11/Eleven, 12/Twelve/Dozen 1. Can you count to ten in any languages other than English? En Español. 2. When you get upset, are you able to calm down by counting from 10 to 1? I’ve never really tried that. 3. When you say you’ll be ready in ten minutes, do you truly mean that, or does it really mean like, an hour? I don’t even give a time, usually. 4. Have you ever adopted any of your pets through the Ten Lives Club? No. I’m not familiar with them. 5. Would you rather have a dozen eggs or a dozen doughnuts? Dozen doughnuts.

6. Have you ever had a Baker’s Dozen of anything before? I think so. 7. Have you ever seen the movie 12 Angry Men? Nope. 8. Have you ever seen the movie Cheaper By The Dozen? Yes. 9. Finger Eleven or EleventySeven? I liked that one song by Finger Eleven. I think it was called, “One Thing.” 10. Do you like the song “The 12 Days of Christmas?” Yep yep. 21 & 25 1. Are you legally old enough to consume alcohol? Yes. I have been for almost 10 years now. 2. Can you rent a hotel room? Yes. 3. Can you rent a vehicle? Yes. 4. At what age did you get married? I didn’t. Don’t plan to, either. 5. At what age did you move out? I still live with my parents. I don’t have any plans for the foreseeable future to move out. It’s best for me. 6. Do you know anyone who has celebrated a “silver anniversary”? (been together for 25 years) Yes. Other Random Questions About Numbers/Counting/The Word “Count” 1. What is your favorite number? 8. 2. When did you first learn how to count forwards? Backwards? How about skip-counting? Uhhh. Before I started school I learned how to count. Not sure exactly when I learned how to do so backwards or skip counting. 3. Do you count your blessings? I try to remember those, but it’s so easy to get caught up in the bad and see nothing else. 4. Do you “count your chickens before they hatch”? No. I usually expect them not to hatch or I’m anxiously waiting until they do. 5. Is there anyone that you are able to count on? Can anyone count on you? I know I can always count on my family. I try to be them for them, too, but I know I haven’t been the best at that these past few years. :/ I’ve been too wrapped up/caught up in my own shit and I just haven’t been there for my loved ones like I should be. I should be doing more. 6. Do you remember The Count from Sesame Street? Yes. 7. How often do you have to stop, go back, and re-count your money? I do it more than once to double or triple check. 8. Do you know how to read Roman Numerals? I know the first 10. 9. Do you know how to use tally marks? Yes. 10. Do you still use your fingers and toes to help you count? My fingers, yes. I’ve never been good at mental math. 11. How many children do you have/want to have? Zero. 12. How many jobs have you had in your lifetime? Zero. 13. How many years of schooling did you complete? Like 20 years total. 14. How many candles were on/will be on your birthday cake this year? 31. 15. Have you celebrated your “dirty thirty” yet? Yeah, that was last year.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#personal #text #survey #surveys #numbers

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2 weeks ago I had the flu and missed Tuesday through Friday and felt shitty the next week but still had to run in a meet on Thursday even though I missed a week of track (I had a doctors appointment Monday) and barely moved for 6 days and humiliated myself because I wasn't even good at the event anyways (600m). Now this week I missed both practices because I was feeling dizzy and everything going black (especially 1st and 2nd period) and shitty all day and my heart rate was faster because of that post illness thing (POTS syndrome matches my symptoms perfectly so I've just been saying it's that) and today (well now yesterday) I planned on going to the meet and cheering my teammates on and hanging out with them but my coach forced me to go home. Now like I've predicted I'm writing this at 12:05 am because I have 0 impulse control without my meds and have to catch up and read 10 chapters of A Tale of Two Cities book 2 (I can't sparknotes it bc I have to annotate) and do all the work that's with that. Yes I am failing English but it's all absent assignments and even though she hasn't told me I think she understands I'm stressed right now with all this work along with being unmotivated as fuck. I should be sleeping rn bc I gotta get better. So yeah I'm having a great time and I'm not gonna proof read this so I hope you had fun trying to read this because I suck at writing and grammar but I'm still somehow in all honors (math, la, bio). And thank you adhd for my 0 impulse control and weird body clock or whatever. I'm sorry lmao

#i hate being sick #pots syndrome #adhd #honors suck #i need a break #but i also gotta do my work #why am i like this #i gotta sleep #help me plz #why do i do this to myself #tbh i only joined track for the team and because i didn't want a job #random rant #i'm sorry

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Chapter 1: About Social Science

Photo by Kimberly Farmer on Unsplash

Ah! Social science! The subject I hated the most. I don’t know why, but I felt I was born to hate the subject. It was my destiny to hate it. Or something like that. But the teachers, oh Holmes, they were always so good that I always felt that, at least, I should study it for them. I believe that I always got the best of teachers available for Social Science. There are many interesting incidents related to the subject, especially during the 10th standard, when I was studying it for the last time.

To begin with, the most “ancient” incident which I can remember is during 7th standard. Well, we did not have only 1 S.Sc teachers that year. At first, the honour of teaching S.Sc to 7th D went to Dr. NSA (neither National Security Advisor nor National Security Agency). She had a PhD in Geography. I mean, how can a person be so tolerant, so as to complete a PhD in Geography. Come on, it’s not a joke, doing PhD and stuff like that.Well, after our Principal changed (Yes, our Principal also changed that same year. We’ll talk about her in later posts), she went through the qualifications of all the teachers. After going through the qualifications of Dr NSA, and she thought, “thodi padhi likhi hai, chalo isko 11th aur 12th class padhane ko de do.” (She is a little bit educated, let her teach 11th and 12th standard).

Yes, thodi (a little). These were the exact words used by Dr. NSA when I asked her about this thing three years later, in 10th standard, when she had come to our class for an arrangement period.

Well, returning back to 7th class. After our summer vacations, our time-table was changed, as were many of our teachers.

Our new social science teacher was Ms R. Whatever she taught for the next two months is a mystery. Yes, it remained a mystery until I studied the chapters myself. Well, the thing was that she was pregnant, and was to deliver her baby in September, and hence she had to complete our syllabus in the next two months only. Now she didn’t teach us the chapters from the book, but made us write ‘Questions & Answers’ in our notebooks (after all, these Q-As were going to come in the exam), and explained the chapters in a comprehensive manner.

Here I would like to mention a small anecdote of class seventh Summative Assessment 1. Just before the social science exam, I fell ill. I literally cried a lot the night before the exam. It’s was not that I had not studied at all, but I had not been able to complete my syllabus, especially geography. Also, I couldn’t read my SSc book, which is a crucial thing to do before an SSc exam. The next day, in the examination hall, when we all were studying, I told some of my friends about my “grievances”. They comforted me about the exam and I told them, quite honestly, that I was not expecting to score above 80 out of 90 marks.

The exam paper came. Questions were quite ridiculous. Yes, they are always ridiculous for someone who does not know the answers. I specially remember one particular question. Perhaps the circumstances presented by the question will not be amiss here.

Q. What do you think about Delhi as the capital of India?

Thinking: Here is a gentle question of an irritating type. Clearly, a tough question then. It has just come from the tropics, for it is written in dark ink, and that is not the natural tint of its text, for majority of the paper is white. He has undergone hardship and sickness, as his haggard kind of questioning says clearly. His right hand has been injured. He holds it in a stiff and unnatural manner: bent like (?). Where in the tropics could a Social Science question written in English have seen much hardship and got its arm wounded? Clearly in India. The whole train of thought did not occupy a second. I then remarked I did not know the answer to the question.

(for those who haven’t read Sherlock Holmes, it is an excerpt from “A Study in Scarlet”).

I then proceeded to answer as follows:

Ans.

The genuine part:

Delhi is the capital of India. It was named capital of India 1911 by King George of England.

It’s area is about 4000 km2.

(I knew this because I had sometime checked it. Actually there was an article in the newspaper about good sci-fi movies and one movie involved a spaceship which had a diameter of 500 Km. I wanted to check whether this ship was bigger than Delhi or not)

Now the funny part:

It is a union territory.

But since it has a large population, it should now be made a state.

It has many tourist spots.

These are the points I could make out from my memory. Now, when I went to my bus, I took out ‘The Book of SSc’ and checked in the chapter ‘The State Government’ for the answer. It was there, a full-fledged, five marker answer; legitimate, elaborate, and complete. I repented about not reading the book, but alas, nothing could be done to stop the nature, or rather the answer sheet, from taking it course. I decided to let it go.

When the answer sheets were being distributed for reviewing by the students, I got really disheartened about how much I would have scored. Surprisingly I had scored 86 out of 90 marks. I couldn’t believe my eyes. When I set out to see how the hell that happened, for the first time in my life, I came across the true face of examination-checking in India. You can yourself calculate. I had a completely wrong answer to the above question, so I lost five marks, plus numerous small mistakes. Overall the totalling came out to be around 82 marks or so. I told our teacher about it. She took the paper and kept in the bundle, and said she would look to it. But I never got to know what happened to that. Oh! I forgot to introduce the new S.S. teacher that had come by then. She was Ms P. She was a 2008 pass-out from our school only, and had come to teach us now.

Ms R was a brilliant teacher. By brilliant, I mean literally a brilliant teacher. She had a unique way of teaching. Also, since she was not much older than us, she gave mouth thrashing answer to the misbehaviour of the mischievous children of our class. No, she did not use abusive language, but her subtle words were embarrassing enough.

Our eighth standard teacher was equally brilliant, Ms JS (not NodeJs or AngularJs). But she was quite serious, rather too serious, specially for a funny class like ours.

Ah! Finally the good tales begin. So here it goes. I was promoted to 9th-A, a Sanskrit section. Our S.Sc teacher was Mrs. LL. The funny thing was that she was actually known by this name, LL. At first some of my seniors told me that she is really a good teacher. But believe me, she wasn’t. She specialized in History, and consequently did not know how to teach other subjects. Trust me, she was really awful at Geography. She never completed her sentences, sought to teach only through presentations on smart board, made us write questions, but never clearly told us what the answers were. Here is a sample:

Well, you know, a piece from Indo-Australian plate came and stuck with our land, you know. (Making a collision kind of gesture through her hands). And then, you know….

Alas, we never knew. Now after completing three chapters in Geography and one in Economics, many children thought that they had had enough of her. They started a campaign. They wrote a letter addressing our in-charge to change our S.S. teacher because the current one was not good. Believe me, out of 48 students in the class, 33 signed. Of course, I didn’t, because I didn’t like to take part in such anti-teacher proceedings, because you never know what turn it might take on in future. The letter was sent twice. When Mrs LL came to know about this, she used to sarcastically remark on children yawning or talking in her class that

“Class mein sunna nahin hai, aur phir jab samajh nahin aata to pohunch jaate teacher change karvaane.”

(Don’t listen in the class, and when you don’t understand, you just go on trying to change the teacher.)

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Well, our SSc teacher changed after summer vacations. It was Ms SL (not S.L. Loney, you dumb math enthusiasts).

She was a great teacher. Believe me. (Of course, you don’t have any other choice).

There is a particularly interesting incident related to Ms SL, which shows….. , well, nothing. As it happened, she was the mother of VM. I had known him for some time. But the major angle in this story is that he was a friend of some other students in our class.(No, he wasn’t my friend. I don’t make such friends). Going on, there was this chapter on ‘Peasants and Farmers’ in History. The marking for question and answers was going to start from the next day. But this VM told HT and PG that his mother was going to Goa the next day. As was expected from a friend, they believed him, and they did not bring their History books with them.

IN THE CLASS

Culprits: Ma’am, VM told us that you had gone to Goa. So we didn’t bring our books.

Executioner: Just think, if I had gone to Goa, wouldn’t I have taken VM with me?

I suppose silence will be good enough for the rest of the scene. Nothing happened. They were allowed to sit in the class, and as I had to go out of the class for some reason, I gave them my book.

Overall class 9th was the best class with reference to the horrid subject of Social Science.

And at last, here comes the best class of all.

Behold...

The Class 10th .

Now this year our teacher was the veteran teacher, the most senior one in the school at that time, Mrs SS1. She was quite good towards me in the starting of the year. But then I started taking some days off the school. I used to ask a lot of questions in her class. So did others. When the first Unit Test (UT) was held, she gave quite a scolding to our class, and told the class (and I felt she was staring towards me) not to disturb her while she was teaching and ask the doubts later in the corridor. She felt her syllabus got behind the schedule because of this (which of course was not true). She said all this because we had performed poorly in the UT.

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Now there are numerous small insignificant incidents involving me and her, but let us just shift towards the best ones for the sake of your interest in keeping reading this chapter.

She had grown quite hostile towards me (I mean she used to be quite irritated by me). We used to have 2 UTs in each ‘Term’ (we used to have 2 ‘Terms’ in a year) out of which the better one would be considered for the final result. As a consequence, I had studied only for the first UT in the second term and had scored quite well in that exam. This exam used to be of 30 marks. During the second UT I did not study at all. Probably I just gave a small reading to the chapter. It was “Nationalist Movement in Indo-China”. It is one of the worst chapters in 10th class History textbook (THE WORST ONE was “Print Culture and the Modern World”).

I scored 23 out 30. I was actually quite shocked to see that I had score this much. But SS1 ma’am was not happy at all. I got quite a something we Indian students call as lecture. Then of course there was TM. He was just like me. He left no chance of pulling the leg of other students. At that time he was acting as what we call as “ghee in havan”.

He says, “Ma’am, he did not study because he had scored very well in the previous one and he knows only the better one will considered.” I looked at him like this.

And there you go. A little more lines of taunt, and finally I was released.

Now we also had a revision test. It went terribly bad. Again I had not studied for it as it was not going to be considered for the final result. The day I gave this test, RB1 (another student in my class) had some work with SS1 ma’am. It was probably mid-day. M1 sir (a fine-arts teacher) was present in the class. He asked me to take him to ma’am. I was walking casually. I tried not to look at RB1 as I disliked him very much. I went straight into the staff room. SS1 ma’am was sitting there checking papers! Well I did not quite observe it at first. But there was the bundle on her table on one side and there was a paper turned upside down in front of her with her signatures in the end. It meant that that paper had been checked quite recently. I raised my neck to see whose paper was it. Holy Holmes! It was my paper. How could I have such an ill-luck.

Well, SS1 ma’am started talking to RB1, and I said to myself, “bhag le beta yahan se” (run off from this place, you scum).

I crept out quite stealthily, but alas, as I was just going to open the door, I heard a sound saying “_____” in a stretched manner. I turned. No doubt I was being called for my execution. And then I was given quite a lecture again on me not studying Social Science. But there was Ms MM1 sitting there alongside SS1 ma’am. She asked me what was I planning to take in 11th, and when I told I was going to take science, she patted me and said to SS1 ma’am while laughing “chhod de na yaar ise” (leave him dear). Well I promised her that I will study for the finals sincerely.

(Note: Ms MM1 taught chemistry to 11th and 12th class, and I didn’t know back then she would be my Chemistry teacher in 12th class. It’s not good to talk of her here, she deserves one whole chapter herself.)

Our school used to organise a “havan” for 10th leaving students before the finals. After the havan, our teachers used to shower us with flower petals as a form of blessing. When SS1 ma’am came, she threw the flowers forcefully at me while yelling “sabse ganda paper kiya hai tune _______” (you have performed the worst in the paper). Of course that wasn’t true. I was bad, but I was not that bad. Everyone started laughing, but, BG ma’am (our class teacher back then) heard that. And the glare she gave me! I would never forget those eyes. Well I assured her that I would perform well in the finals.

There were some more incidents which took prior to the above mentioned one, though they were less humorous. Once SS1 ma’am was teaching the chapter “Print Culture And Media”. There was a section about scribes who used to copy the books in “beautiful handwriting”. Well, I asked ma’am from where the scribes got their copies from. And there you go. Again I was terribly mocked by her. Whenever I was absent (yes, never when I was present in the class), she used to say in the class “Chalo achcha hua aaj _____ nahin aaya. Itne faaltu saval poochhta hai ki ma’am suraj east se kyun nikalta hai, ya fir hum breakfast subah hi kyun karte hain”, (it’s good that _____ is not present today. He asks such stupid questions like why does the sun rise from the east, or why do we have breakfast in the morning only), though I certainly never asked such questions.

Once SS1 ma’am asked our class who would like to explain the chapter “Transportation” to the class. NB1 (one of my best and oldest friend) raised his hand. He came in front of the class and started explaining the chapter. I and my friends left no chance of pulling each other’s legs. I repeatedly asked NB1 questions which were quite irritating. Well, he answered them. Then ma’am stopped him and asked someone else to continue where NB1 had left. I went there. I started explaining the chapter now. Now, it was NB1’s chance. He stared putting questions to me. After answering some questions, I felt quite irritated (add to that not knowing the answers), I yelled at him to sit down, and asked him to come to me after the class to take his doubts, and told him harshly that I had to complete my syllabus. (The funny thing here is that SS1 ma’am used to say the same lines whenever she got irritated by the questions, but the difference is that she used to know the answers). Everyone enjoyed this thing, including SS1 ma’am. She said to me “very good beta. Jaa baith jaa” (very good child, now go and sit down).

I did not have Social Sciences as my subject in higher classes (thank God!). Although I used to meet all the teachers now and then. SS1 ma’am retired from her job after that academic year, though she kept visiting the school because of her Rotoract-club duties. Once our class was in the basement for our Computer Science practical, and there she was! I don’t know why, but nostalgia overpowers me whenever I see someone I haven’t seen in a long time. So there we (I and RM1) to go and greet her. Our CS teacher NA1 also came out of her lab and they hugged (apparently they were friends!). SS1 ma’am says to NA1, “Sabse achchhe bachche the meri class ke. Bade pyaare bachche hain!” (they were the best students of my class. They are just lovely kids). And I thought “Oh really???? Oh reallyyyyy??? Why didn’t you never said this in class?”

And as promised, here’s Today’s Music Momento (yeah! I am not calling it memento! not in this life...)

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12 Must-Read Novels for Art History Lovers

Maybe you’ve been experiencing “The Agony and the Ecstasy” of trying to figure out what to read next! If so, we’ve got you covered. Go beyond “Girl with a Pearl Earring” and “The Goldfinch” with these incredible novels about art and art history.

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1. "The Girl in Hyacinth Blue" by Susan Vreeland

If you loved “Girl with a Pearl Earring,” you’ll fall in love with this book, too. Starting with a troubled math teacher who is quite certain the work he hides in a cabinet at home is a genuine Vermeer, the novel traces the owners of the painting back in time in a series of vignettes that function as a living, breathing provenance. An exploration of the meaningful roles art can play in the lives of those who cherish it, this book is as thoughtful and gentle as the light that falls from the windows in a Vermeer painting.

2. "The Relic Master" by Christopher Buckley

A crime caper steeped in art and history, the story follows one Dismas, the official relic master to Frederick, Elector of Saxony, and Albrecht, the soon-to-be Cardinal of Mainz, in the year 1517, when Luther has shattered faith in the Church and relics themselves begin to be called into question. He and his friend, none other than the preening Albrecht Dürer, get swept up in a scheme to make a copy of the Shroud of Chambery. The novel, like what one imagines 16th century Germany to be like, is earthy, humorous, and occasionally quite brutal. But it’s witty and shameless (“To Hell with Purgatory!”) and a perfect Renaissance romp about the intersections of art, piety, and politics.

3. "The Parable of the Blind" by Gert Hoffmann

A strange and haunting tale that looks at the painting of the same name by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, the novel is told from the perspective of the blind “sitters” for the painting on the day that Bruegel painted them. As they journey across a landscape of unseen people and obstacles, they wonder where they are going, why they are being painted, and why anyone would want to look upon them permanently when people turn their heads away in real life. Riddled with black humor, the novel is a picture of suffering and existential woe à la “Waiting for Godot,” and will linger in your mind long after you read it.

4. "The Muse" by Jessie Burton

Don’t be deceived when the cover calls this book a “Simmering romance” because it’s far more than that; it’s a meditation on artistic integrity and ownership wrapped up in a story of relationships that reads like a thriller. The novel follows two storylines that intertwine masterfully. In one, a Caribbean émigré trying to make her way in 1960s London dreams of becoming a writer but gets a job at a prestigious art institute working for the mysterious Marjorie Quirk. In the other, an English girl living in rural Spain in the 1930s yearns to become an artist and falls under the spell of the countryside and painter-turned-revolutionary Isaac Robles. It’s a vivid tale of love and loss, ego and creativity, that is a marvelous follow-up to her first novel, “The Miniaturist” (which you should also definitely read if you haven’t already!).

5. "Modern Art" by Evelyn Toynton

Inspired by the lives of Lee Krasner and her husband Jackson Pollock, this novel follows Belle Prokoff, an aging artist from the New York School, who has outlived her much more famous husband and spent her last few decades guarding his albeit troubled legacy. As she faces her own mortality and hires a grad student (who is also in love with an artist) as a live-in helper, Prokoff is forced to confront ghosts from her past when a nosy biographer comes sniffing around for dirt on her husband. Adroit and piercing, the novel asks what do you do with yourself after you have poured all of your being into someone else? And what does sacrificing yourself in that way do to you? Toynton tackles themes of suffering and artistic integrity with elegance and wisdom.

6. "The Moon and Sixpence" by W. Somerset Maugham

This classic novel follows a turn of the twentieth century English artist named Charles Strickland who abruptly abandons his family and life as a stockbroker to devote himself entirely to painting. Completely impoverished but in desperate pursuit of beauty, he studies in France and eventually ends up in Tahiti, where his artistic genius flourishes even as he suffers from leprosy. If this sounds reminiscent of the life of Paul Gauguin to you, you would not be mistaken--Somerset Maugham was inspired by the very same, only his version of the artist is by turns both more and less brutal than the real man. The Moon and Sixpence is a prime example of a kunstlerroman, a novel about an artist’s growth, painting the artist-hero as a necessarily anti-social being whose creative side can only flower in isolation and rebellion against social norms. While it’s not a perfectly accurate image of Gauguin’s life, and while the narrator espouses some outdated views about women and people of color, the book raises questions about genius and legacy that are still relevant today.

7. "Sunflowers" by Sheramy Bundrick

If you liked “Loving Vincent” or are just fascinated by the work of Vincent Van Gogh, then this novel is for you. Told from the perspective of the prostitute named Rachel unto whom Vincent famously bestowed part of his mutilated ear, the novel gives life to Vincent’s happy but troubled years in Arles. Many of the people he lovingly painted are presented in the flesh, from his friends like Joseph Roulin to the perfectly nasty Gauguin, whom readers will find reason to hate even more than in the “The Moon and Sixpence.” At its heart the book is a love story, but it’s punctuated by moments of both joyous artistic creation and those of the darkest depths of mental illness. His romantic self, a side of Vincent we don’t normally see, is explored with great sympathy. Written by an art historian, the novel is convincing and well-researched, and even includes a list of all the paintings referenced in the back.

8. "A Month in the Country" by J. L. Carr

In this slim, poetic volume, a young Englishman recovering from a broken marriage and shell shock after the Great War finds himself spending a summer in a Yorkshire village, where he has been hired to uncover a medieval mural in a church. By night he sleeps in the church’s belfry, and by day he befriends the locals, bonds with another veteran whose been hired to uncover a medieval grave, and falls in love with the Vicar’s wife, all while working steadily at uncovering a medieval judgment scene. Tiny revelations--in the begrimed mural at which he’s chipping away, in his own wounded heart, and in the hearts of those around him--make up the soul of this placid yet powerful book that is a hymn to the healing power of art.

9. "I Always Loved You" by Robin Oliveira

With such a title this book might easily be dismissed as a typical romance, but it is actually a rarer thing: a story about love between two people that may never have been returned by either party. Namely, it chronicles the fraught and querulous relationship between Mary Cassatt and Edgar Degas. Set in a glittering and rain-washed Belle Époque Paris, the novel follows Mary Cassatt as she struggles to establish herself in the art world until Degas takes her under his wing. Her successes and sorrows over the years unfold alongside the drama of Degas’ vision loss and the grief-stricken love affair between fellow impressionists Berthe Morisot and her brother-in-law, Edouard Manet. Aside from being a vivid look at the politics of the Impressionist circle within the Parisian art world, it is also an eloquent tale about the struggle of artistic creation in the face of constant doubt, harsh criticism, and heartache. You can learn more about the puzzling relationship between Cassatt and Degas here.

10. "Portrait of an Unknown Woman" by Vanora Bennett

This novel follows Meg Giggs, the twenty-three-year-old ward of Sir Thomas More, at the eve of the Reformation in England. The More family, which will soon be torn by political, religious, and courtly strife, is visited by Hans Holbein the Younger, who paints their portraits multiple times with an uncanny ability to capture the hidden truths of their hearts. While More’s humanistic ideals become warped by anti-heresy fanaticism even as Henry VIII grows disenchanted with the faith More fiercely protects, Meg finds herself increasingly drawn to the German artist who embodies a more earthy, compassionate form of Humanism. While Bennett occasionally plays fast and loose with history (like the identity of the sitter in Holbein’s portrait of the titular name, for one), overall the book is richly drawn and well-researched. Even better, her descriptions of Holbein’s painting process for such enigmatic works as The Ambassadors is highly compelling. The dangerous times in which he lived, as well as a taste for symbolism in the Tudor world, meant Holbein had to couch the truths he perceived in iconography both subtle and complex, and Bennett illustrates this well.

11. "The Secret Book of Frida Kahlo" by F. G. Haghenbeck

This colorful and spirited novel was inspired by a mysterious notebook found in Frida Kahlo’s house in Mexico City that was full of handwritten recipes the artist had collected over the years. A complex woman, Frida was quite the cook, and this novel explores the prominent place food had in her life, with recipes at the end of each chapter. Throughout the course of Frida’s tumultuous time on Earth, her marriages to Diego Rivera and her affairs with lovers from Georgia O’Keeffe to Leon Trotsky, she is haunted by a vision of death, whom she calls her Godmother, and whom she meets the day she almost dies in a trolley accident as a teenager. In Haghenbeck’s capable hands, Frida’s veneration of the Day of the Dead, her existential feminist fire, and the emotional intensity of her paintings come alive with surreal imagery and the imagined taste of Frida’s fabulous food on the tongue.

12. "I Am Venus: A Novel" by Barbara Mujica

Told from the perspective of the unknown model who posed for what is arguably Velázquez’s most beautiful work, The Rokeby Venus, this novel follows Diego Velázquez’s rise to prominence in the Spanish court. Court life under Philip IV is depicted as a splendid bubble of contradictions: lavish and luxurious yet plagued by bankruptcy, lascivious and self-indulgent, yet clinging to a sober sense morality. Of course, one of the things that tantalizes most in this book is the mysterious production of the Venus painting, painted when feminine nudity on canvas was a punishable offense. However, Mujica also takes special care to chronicle Velázquez’s efforts to elevate art as a gentlemanly endeavor in a country where painters were regarded as mere tradesmen. (Seriously, before him, being an artist in Spain was the WORST.) Furthermore, she gives a voice to the women who surrounded him in his family and social circle, painting a broad picture of Spain itself through their experiences and hardships. This novel is evocative and compelling, and a perfect read for lovers of the Baroque artist.

As Vincent van Gogh once said, "It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful." May you discover beauty and joy in all of your reading adventures!

By: Jeannette Baisch Sturman

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years

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davey jacobs disaster ap student hcs

all of this is based on stuff ive seen/done as a disaster ap student • literally gives 0 fucks • “hey i got a 18% on that test, i think i should frame it” • always eating/drinking some kind of sugar • *cracks open a coke in a 9 am calc class* • like never does his own work • “can you send me the answers to the math homework?” • “what are the answers to the english quiz” • “i forgot to read the chapter can someone explain to me what watergate is?” • also has given up reading the books for english class • “so ive read like three pages of a tale of two cities and like 2 chapters of sparknotes can someone explain to be the plot before the test next period?” • never does math homework....or math in general but somehow isn’t failing • “can you send me the answers to the math homework?” • “how do you do number 4?” “I don’t know i was gonna ask you” “eh, let’s just skip it, it’s less math for me to do” • king of doing homework in other classes while simultaneously taking notes cause he can’t do it when he gets home cause he has like 5 part time jobs • *writes essay due 8th period entirely during 7th period* *still somehow gets an a* • doesn’t actually study for aps until the week of exams • “what the heck is a charge diagram ?” “who is taft ??” “how do i find the inverse of a function ???” “anyone have a study guide they wanna share with me ????” “WHERE IS MY HILIGHTER ??????” • still totally gets 5s though don’t take ap classes kids says the kid taking 3 next year welp tag list

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@well-the-kids-do-too

@racetrackcook

@bouncyscreamingnewsboys

@ughwaitwhat

@aw-jus-let-em-try

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@the-woild-is-my-what-now

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#saphie scribbles #davey jacobs #ap classes aren’t even hard they’re just lots of work #newsies

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fanfic: First 5 prime numbers!

why would you force me, a writer and known dumbass, to try to remember math stuff

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

I was going to be extremely witty and paste in screenshots of the list of fandoms on my AO3, but tumblr is having a breakdown and won’t let me, so I’ll just go with the short answer: lots.

There are different things I like about all of the different canons - and fandoms - that I’ve written for. I love cheesy jokes no matter where I go, but I also like the rich mine of angst and garish darkness that the Lost Boys have to offer. I love the fairy-tale structure and the heady romance of Labyrinth, I like how I can basically just write original fiction when it comes to the X-Men and it’s probably canon to something somewhere, and I appreciate the challenge of trying to nail the tone of RAM while still keeping the depth of character and the core of sincerity and emotion that I’m gonna end up bringing to anything I write about. (And also, projecting. Did I mention projecting?)

ROTG in particular stands out for the sheer creative freedom the fandom encouraged - we made up an AU where several different versions of the main villain (English movie, Finnish dub, book, concept art) lived together and attended the same university (along with multiple versions of the other characters) and it was sheer unadulterated crack. We wrote mythos. We wrote an expanded steampunk Treasure Planet universe full of high tragedy and classic-children’s-lit drama. We wrote poetry. We wrote ambitious crossovers and extraordinarily complex backstories for characters who ended up being Not That Deep. We wrote ridiculous comedy nonsense. We wrote so much fluff. My partner @gretchensinister created an entirely original fantasy alternate world and wrote a high fantasy novel inspired by the characters, which she’s planning to turn into an original series (speaking of, I will always shamelessly plug A Draught Of Light. If you liked A:TLA, you owe it to yourself to read it, and you don’t need to know anything about ROTG to enjoy it. In fact, you might enjoy it more not knowing anything about ROTG, though a few inside jokes might go over your head).

With that said, though, I think I have enjoyed writing for Gravity Falls the most. Partly it’s because of the skills I developed working in the other fandoms, so that now I feel confident enough in my work that I can stop worrying so much about making it good and just have fun with it. Partly it’s because the tone, the mood and the theme, of the series align with my interests and my values so well. It’s the kind of story that I would like to write, it’s the kind of story that I wish I’d written, and I love all of the characters so much but also can relate to so many of them, that getting to expand on it and play in its universe is just a treat and a joy. I may have found my forever fandom.

(The rest of this is going behind a cut for length because it turns out all of my answers are like this.)

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I…don’t get reader inserts. Especially the ones that include the little (y/n). (Partly because it jolts me right out of a story, partly because for the first while after the trend started, I was reading them as ‘yes/no’ and was extremely confused.) I understand that the intent is to create a story where the reader can easily imagine themselves as the protagonist, but…you have to give that protagonist some traits, and have them make choices, and in order to do that you have to give them some sort of a personality, and then 1) not every person who reads it will be able to go ‘oh yeah, that’s me’ and 2) you’ve got an original character anyway!

I saw a post recently where someone had drawn a picture with the caption “this is what (y/n), the reader of my story x, looks like” and listed a set of personality traits/likes and dislikes, like, at that point…just give them a name! They’re an OC!

With that said, though, like self-inserts, reader inserts are fun (for people who like that sort of thing) and harmless, and I really hope nobody’s being a dick about them. Fandom should be fun, and even if I don’t get that thing you’re doing for fun, that doesn’t mean you’re Doing It Wrong.

Also, I fucking love making up OCs, and if allowed, I would do nothing but that all day.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Oh, this is cruel. I should not have done this.

So, there are a lot of them. Apparently some people don’t spend all their free time coming up with bullshit ideas that spiral wildly out of their control into full, developed narratives that require tens of thousands of words to fully express? I bet those people have cleaner bedrooms than I do. Also probably more money.

Again, I’ve gotten better at this with lots of time and practice, so a lot of my earlier stuff is less well-executed than I’d want it to be. There are still ideas that I like, and stuff I’m proud of finishing, but I wouldn’t say they’re favourites, because the execution is less skillful and less polished than some newer things. With that said, though, I still have a big ol’ soft spot for Northern Lights, which was my indoctrination into the genre of ‘wildly self-indulgent crossovers and rampant canon revisionism’. Same with It Was A Dark And Stormy Night, the first multi-chaptered thing I ever finished. You can see the seeds of some classic Mary tropes in it, including ‘what if we just took all the female characters who were mentioned once and develop them into fully-realised people with important roles in this story’, as well as some tropes that have since fallen by the wayside (I do not do nearly as much with fairy tales as I did when I was a teenager).

Dreamland deserves a shot at the title, as do Reincarnation Blues and Raising Stakes. But purely for scale, ambition, and how closely the execution matches the ideal version that exists only in my head, my absolute favourite multi-chaptered fic has to be Hive. I’ve been trying to write decent horror for eleven long years and Hive makes me feel like I’ve finally nailed it.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

Preferred time to write is from midnight to 2am.

Best time to write is literally any other time than that, probably.

(I’ve read all the science and the thinkpieces. I am aware that the only reason 2am seems like such a good time for creative work is because you’re tired enough that your internal self-regulation is low and your inner critic is silenced, and also because it’s often the only time when we sit down and let ourselves focus on the work with no distractions - because there aren’t any. I’m working on introducing this environment into the rest of my day so that I am not in a permanent state of sleep deprivation. Funnily enough, writing in a dimly-lit room and working on a dimmed computer screen really seems to help.)

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Not that I can remember.

To be fair, I have received very few criticisms after posting that were about writing issues rather than matters of personal taste (and most of those have been along the lines of ‘so uh, I know you knew mentally what was going on in this scene, but the critical piece of information never actually made it to the page’). But…I also…take long enough to work on things and have so many damn things on the go that once something is posted, it’s posted, and I have to make a promise to myself to never touch it again, otherwise I would spend all my time nitpicking and never finish anything. If somebody’s noticed a legitimate issue or possible improvement, it is incredibly likely that I will go ‘oh dang why didn’t I notice that’ and then mentally file it for use in future stuff. I’ve only ever taken one fic down, and most of the edits I do after the fact are for tagging or author’s notes.

I did amend the ending of Any Misery You Choose, but that was less because I got criticism (people were actually incredibly nice about it!) and more because I was extremely dissatisfied with how the original ending turned out, because I hadn’t adhered to the plan I myself had made, because I was rushing to finish the damn thing. (Protip: don’t do that.)

(please, please, please let these actually be the first five prime numbers)

#chatter

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whiskynottea · 6 years

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An interruption in the 1st law of thermodynamics.

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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Chapter 7. Scottish Bluebells

Black jeans and a black blouse?

Torn jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan?

A skirt, maybe?

I exhaled loudly and sunk on my bed, looking at my wardrobe that serenely started back at me through its open doors.

Decide, it said, you’re running out of time.

Yes, I would decide and it would be much easier to do so if Jamie Fraser had informed me on our destination.

I needed something that would emphasize on my strong figures, without looking like I cared a lot.

OK. Jeans, definitely, but not the black ones. Blue made my butt looking better.

And my black game of thrones T-shirt, “Le petit Bran”, featuring little Bran Stark instead of the little prince on the latter’s planet, and Winterfell instead of the rose. Casual, smart and funny. Joe’s gift in my birthday. Let’s hope it will bring me luck.

And on top of that, my black cardigan.

Well it’s not that we’re going to any fancy place anyway.

Or were we? Should I wear a skirt?

Or maybe switch the t-shirt with a long sleeved top?

Panicked, I was hurriedly putting on my long sleeved slim fit black top to highlight my waist and bust - throwing a ball of my t-shirt and cardigan on the bed - when I heard the notification from my phone.

JF: Just arrived 😊

Shit!

Grabbing my bag and peacoat I ran to the door and wore my sneakers in a new record-time.

“Lamb! I’m leaving!” I shouted towards my uncle’s closed door.

“Have fun! Don’t be late.” I heard him reply before I closed the door behind me.

I raced down the stairs, stopping for a moment in front of the mirror in the lobby to check my hair. My curls where all over the place but – at least – they where shiny, forming nice ringlets. That was all I hoped for, anyway.

I exited the building to find James Fraser leaning on the wall, staring absentmindedly at the street.

Oh God, he was perfect.

I took a second to watch him – maybe a bit longer. He wore jeans, a grey stitch crewneck sweater and a black jacket, his red curls grazing the collar leaving bold red hues on the black.

Thank God I changed into the long-sleeved top.

The sound from the door closing behind me was enough to catch his attention. He turned and gifted me with a perfect smile while his eyes locked with mine.

“Hello” I said as I walked to him.

“Hello, Sassenach” he said and he produced a small posy from behind his back, composed from Scottish bluebells.

“Oh!” I said and felt my cheeks reddening.

“Tis not much. Just thought ye might…” he trailed off and looked at me sheepishly.

“Oh I like them a lot!” I replied taking the beautiful violet-blue posy from his hands. “They are beautiful, Jamie!”

“They were in the garden in front of our apartment building”

“Campanula rotundifolia” I whispered.

“What?”

“It’s just the Latin name for this flower. I happen to like these things”

“And what else do ye ken about the Scottish bluebells, Sassenach?”

We started walking and I stared the plants for a while before answering.

“Well, they are also called witch’s bells, if you want to know. And Shakespeare wrote about them” Changing my voice, I recited “The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor” and then changing back to my normal voice I continued, “But don’t ask me more because that’s all I remember!”

Jamie laughed. “I only knew they are wildflowers and bell-shaped” he pointed at them showing the obvious, “so that’s much more than I expected. Impressive, I should say.”

Bright red, I should say – because this would be the colour of my face right now. I shook my head but didn’t reply.

“Witch’s bells…” I heard him saying contemplatively before looking at me.

“A witch, am I?” I enquired with raised eyebrows.

He laughed. “A witch, a fairy… I dinna ken” he said while studying me.

“You know they would burn me some hundred years ago if they heard you saying so?”

“I wouldna let them burn you, Sassenach”

“Why thank you, my knight” I said faking a bow. “Be careful though, I could bewitch you, you know”

Well done, Beauchamp. That was a bloody bold thing to say. But he started it, so why not?

I heard him whisper something, so low that was almost inaudible.

After a few moments of thinking about it I thought it sounded something like “Too late” but couldn’t be sure.

“I was thinking maybe ye changed your mind, while I waited, and these poor bells would have no one to own them” he said bumping his arm on mine and then laughed at my surprise.

“You didn’t wait that much! But should I?” I said, “Change my mind, I mean. I still don’t know where we’re going!”

“Of course you shouldn’t! But even if ye did change your mind, I would just remind you that coming tonight was kind of an obligation. My chores, ye ken.” he finished with a smug look.

“Aye, I ken” I said and walked in front of him, hearing his loud laughter at my awful accent as he followed me.

It wasn’t difficult to come next to me again, with these huge legs of his.

We walked extremely close to each other, my arm brushing his with every step I took.

I felt intoxicated, holding his flowers – these lovely wildflowers– and walking with him, his steps tuned with mine. I was sure that his heart would be in sync with my heartbeat, if I could feel it – two drums creating their own concert.

Every time he laid his eyes on me I thought I would hyperventilate.

Try to be cool, Beauchamp, will you?

Fortunately when he spoke again he chose a neutral subject.

“So, I saw you in the Physics and Maths course. What else have ye chosen for yer last year in high-school, Sassenach?”

“Well… My A levels are in sciences, actually. Biology, chemistry, maths and… physics”

“Four A levels? You’re in for a lot of studying, Sassenach”

“I want to go to medical school” I replied, half proud-half shy. “If I’ll make it”

“Ye will. I know ye will” He seemed to believe it.

I looked at him laughing, but puzzled “How do you know?”

“I’ve seen ye in the class, aye?”

“Right. Not much into physics though, are you?” I said with a snobbish look. “Both you and Ian, if I may say so. What were you talking about during the last lesson, making Mrs. Fitz furious?”

“Ahh, Sassenach. Maybe I’ll tell you one day” he said, his eyes lost from mine, staring now the grey cobles of the street.

“OK, mystery man. So, what will be your A levels?”

“Well, my A levels are maths, physics and English. I’m bound to take the reins of the family business”

I found myself wanting to know everything about him. Who he really was, what were his thoughts, his goals and dreams.

“And what this business would be?” I asked.

“Whisky and local Scottish products. Production and sales”

“That sounds interesting!”

“Yes, it is. It is nice, working at my home and producing stuff that will get into people’s lives and bring a bit of Scotland in them.”

“And English?” I asked intrigued. I could easily picture him in the Highlands producing whisky and having his own farm. But why would he choose English as well?

“I like reading literature. Opens new worlds, ye ken.” he said, beaming with happiness. “I’d like to travel the world, meet people, other cultures different from ours and find amazing tales to say. Maybe write them in my own book one day. But that’s a dream” he added shyly, giving me a wistful look.

I had no words and I just squeezed his arm lightly – a proof that I was there, understanding the battle in him. Staying and leaving. Obligation and dream.

Jamie nodded and took a deep breath; I supposed to get rid of the problem at the moment.

To lighten up things a bit, I changed the subject. “So where are we going James Fraser?”

He smiled to me and with a cunning look said “I told ye, Sassenach. To escape”

Chapter 8

#thermodynamics #outlander fanfic #high school au #jamie x claire #outlander fanfiction #the first law of thermodynamics #scottish bluebells

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sunshinelulusplatoon · 6 years

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Tagged by @calamity-death

rule: write ten facts about yourself then tag ten people you’d like to get to know better

1. I went to college to be a mechanical engineering. I hated it, was stupid enough to listen to my parents, and never found a job till now working at the local Circle K. So yeah, college may not always be helpful.

2. I love Math and Science. Except Geometry, Trigonometry, and Physics. I suck at all three of them and hate all three of them. Still, both of these subjects I enjoy and really good at. Seriously, I had to take Cal 1 twice and passed with flying colors. Same for Cal 2 and Cal 3. Stuff just clicks.

3. I’m self taught artist with Sailor Moon being my inspiration to start. I took art classes in school but they never helped and my art teacher was kinda iffy with me and my art.

4. I’m also a small writer. More short story stuff than big long tales, I once or twice will write a few good chapter stories if what I have in mind needs it.

5. I got into gaming through my mom. She liked Nintendo games and had an Atari which we would play when she brought it out. Most times when big name Nintendo games out, we would play together with her on controls and me watching before handing the game over after we finished for me to play. It’s how I got into a lot of my games. Pokemon; mom just got me my own copy.

6. Speaking of Pokemon, I once thought Jumpluff was an ice type due to a Pokemon card of it playing in snow. Wasn’t till I got one that I just found it was only grass.

7. Also speaking on Pokemon, I just love Mewtwo. But I’m more of a fan of the second Mewtwo movie than the first. I just find his development in that better than him in the first. Might be how they make him a tyrant in the english dub of the first movie.

8. I have this odd hate for stunfisk. The thing just creeps me out.

9. Away from Pokemon, I do enjoy anime and manga. I haven’t watched or read any in a while but I do get enjoyment out of them. One of my favorite completed manga sets I have is called Chibi Vampire in the English.

10. I don’t have a lot of irl friends so I cherish a lot of my online ones cause a lot of them know more about me than most people do. I also like to be that friend that my friends can come to when they need advice or someone to listen.

I’m just going to let anybody who wants to do it.

#Tagged Post #Mun reply

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bookssophiereads · 4 years

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January Reading

Sooooo I started this new year with a huge goal: to read a minimum of 150 books this year. I did the math, and that’s about half of a book every day which seems pretty reasonable for me to do. January was a great start to this new resolution! I completed 6 books for a total of 3348 pages. I read a couple of other novels along the way too, but since those weren’t finished and I plan on returning to them, they’re only honorable mentions.

1. It by Stephen King

21 day read. 1153 pages

I felt like concurring this beast would be a really great boost to my new year. I’ve been eyeing this book on my shelf since freshman year. And to add to the pressure? It isn’t even MY book! A friend- super sweet and genuinely wasn’t mad when we realized her missing book was collecting dust on my shelf-lent it to me years ago and now that it’s completed, will be returned soon :) It took me a while to get into the book, but not because I felt like it as a slow read. I just felt very anxious about finishing all 1153 pages in a month. I really surprised myself. Eventually, the size of the book stopped scaring me and my reading speed picked up again. I went from maybe 30 - 50 pages a night over the course of two weeks, to finishing the last 2/3s of the novel in a week.

2. Firestarter by Stephen King

1 day read. 562 pages

Whenever I read King’s books, I feel this challenge for him to scare me. Everything scares me, so I was ready for a ride when I started reading his novels. After all, watching movies based on his books? Horrifying. So I expected a lot when it came to his novels. And while I haven’t been scared by all of his books, I’ve enjoyed every single one. I just love his writing style and this book especially was nice. I felt a little like I was reading a distant cousin to The Road by Cormac McCarthy and I loved that! It was a beautiful story of a father and daughter and the struggles they have with a life they didn’t ask for. I loved this one and tore through it in a day.

3. Misery by Stephen King

1 day read. 422 pages

Are you noticing a little pattern here? Yeah, I did too. But I didn’t let that stop me. I have been reading a lot of King books lately, and horror novels in general. I love his writing style and I like the challenge of finding a book that will actually scare me. Misery didn’t terrify me, but I didn’t expect it to. Hearing my name was a little odd, but that’s not a first. I felt pretty sorry for Paul and a lot of the details absolutely made me uncomfortable. I loved the ending and I loved the tie in King included with all of Paul’s chapter entries. I felt like it was super creative and I also sped through this one :)

4. Hidden Bodies by Carolyne Kepnes

1 day read. 440 pages

Ah! Not a King book! No, but still horror related. I read You, the first book, back in October of 2019 and was soooo creeped out that I avoided Hidden Bodies until this month. I was very uncomfortable reading You but that’s the point and I think that’s what makes the novel so unique and lovable. I do realize I’m not saying anything popular when I say how much I hate Joe Goldberg. Yeah, the actor on the show is hot and great at acting, and I can absolutely see why he’s 10x scarier when you also can’t help loving him, but personally, I loved hating him. I loved the suspense when things didn’t go his way, and I loved how twisted and twirly this whole book was. This was also a spur of the moment read! I got to pick out a book for myself as a gift, and I kept coming back to this one. And I’m very glad I did.

5. Rose Madder by Stephen King

7 day read. 643 pages.

Okay so maybe I didn’t fully get out of my reading rut, BUT, I loved this book o I don’t care! (if it makes anyone feel better about my sanity, I’m not currently reading a King book and I won’t be returning to King until after February) I saw a lot of bookstagrammers reviewing this one and it had also been sitting on my shelf for a bit. I bought this one with a few other King books for Christmas. I got Firestarter, Misery, Mr. Mercedes, Lisey’s Story, and Rose Madder all in one go! Barnes and Noble didn’t have Gerald’s Game, which was supposed to be the 5th book in the bundle, so I needed a replacement. And I kept coming back to Rose Madder. I had no idea what the plot was or what it was about, but I felt really drawn to it, so we added it to the basket. Funny how things end up, huh? But anyway, this book genuinely terrified me. I felt a personal connection to Rosie and it took me a while to march through this one. I intended to read 7 books for January but it took me a bit to get through this one. It isn’t at ALL slow-paced, just a bit hard to stomach sometimes. I had to put the book down and go to a different room a few times because it got to be overwhelming. Unlike other King books, this doesn’t just deal with scenarios that are outside of our reality- there’s a lot of real scenarios that happen to real people in Rose Madder. And while this is a lovely novel and made me feel empowered, it can be a pretty hard one to get through. All the same, I loved it.

6. Beowulf interpreted by Seamus Heany

Read over the course of January. 256 pages (but technically only 148 because it includes the original Old English, so I won’t count half the pages in my total)

This one was a read I would eventually have gotten to, but AP Literature requires us to go over some classics, so I read this a bit sooner than I would’ve originally. I did genuinely enjoy the tale and it was lovely to finally know what Beowulf was. I’d heard so many different explanations and the name was brought up in so many world history classes and English classes but I never got a true feel for what it was. Until now! This is probably a book I won’t revisit for a bit, but I did enjoy the read and felt like it was pretty easy to understand. I don’t know how this interpretation compares to others, so I’d probably bounce to another version before coming back to this one.

Honorable Mentions

- Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

- The Stand by Stephen King

- Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Overall? Really productive month and I felt super good about how many pages I got in! I think this was a great start to the new year :)

#stephen king #books #january reading #booklr #new post #reading #firestarter by stephen king #misery by stephen king #hidden bodies by carolyn kepnes #you #you by carolyn kepnes #beowulf #rose madder #rose madder by stephen king #horror books

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mysteryfanfictheatre3000 · 7 years

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Back to the Frollo, Author’s Notes

Warning: this author is a creep. But you knew that.

Notes on Back to the Frollo

What inspired FrolloFreak to write such an epic?

Yeah. Epic. This is on par with the Odyssey, right here.

Well... I was originally inspired by another Frollo story. The tale, The Secret History of Judge Claude Frollo, written by a "Claudine Frollo" (aka Belladonna, FSM #1),

So I’ve given up and looked up the acronym, and evidently FSM stands for Frollo’s Secret Mistress. So yes. He does have a harem. And all these women write stories in which they are a part of that harem.

provided the spark that resulted in the work you've just read. Thanks, Bella, for writing that piece. If it wasn't for you, BttF would have never seen print.

I hate you, Bella.

Oh yes, and thank Bella for suggesting the title: Back to the Frollo. At the time when I was busily running off the first couple of chapters, I hadn't come up with a fitting title! Thanks, B! So what was the original story about? I'd rather not go into details, but I had to slightly alter the situation where Claude ends up...well...then is pursued by adoring FSMs.

She’s too squeamish to say he had his clothes stolen?

BTTF was originally planned as a five-part story; however, when I finished the first six chapters, I was determined to let this 'short' tale evolve into a twenty-chapter epic.

Characters

1 The Soldier who pulled that rotten prank... 2 From the start, I wanted to do something with Phoebus, so the soldier would be Phoebus' cousin. However, by the end of Chapter 12, I decided to touch on my conspiracy theory. 3 Who'd thought that my theory, already incorporated in the remaining chapters – MY ALREADY OUTLINED AND ROUGH-DRAFTED CHAPTERS – would coincide with my sister FSMs conspiracy theories!

You’re all the same breed of crazy, so it isn’t that far-fetched.

4 The de Chateaupers cousins were modeled on some of my old classmates. Jules and Renee are named after kids I used to babysit. Malus? Well, he's based on a kid that used to live in the 'hood - a real bad seed – I think he's in jail(!). Hence the name, "Malus"...that name came from the only Latin teacher in my building. Sort of fits..."Malus" means "bad".

Basing characters after children you know is weird, sorry. Especially when those characters end up dead.

5 As stated before, Fern is based on a former co-worker. Judy [REDACTED} is one of the best English teachers I know. She's fat, funny, has that Hoosier twang, and is extremely brilliant and gifted.

I was the one that added the REDACTED; in the original story, the woman’s full name was there, and that’s a massive invasion of privacy to Judy, so I deleted it.

6 Jacki is based on two former students who are real whizzes at math and science. I named her after the principal of Arlington High School here in Indianapolis. Jackie [REDACTED], if you happen to read this, I want to thank you for being so supportive when the going got rough for me.

How much do I have to reiterate that releasing people’s full names and town to the Internet is weird and kind of disturbing? Also, your boss knows about your odd Frollo fetish fanfic?

7 Aunt Perle is based on my dad's 86-year old cousin. Bernice [REDACTED] knows everything that goes on in the family. She's so sweet! "Perle" was the name of one of my mom's friends, who passed away a few years ago. I still miss her. 8 Kyle, or Chi, is really Fern's/Judy's son! I don't know if he can dance or play the dobro – I just threw that in for effect. :-) 9 The Front Porch String Band? It's real, too! In reality, it's known as the Family Reunion String Band. They play every year at the Indiana State Fair, and I never miss a performance. These guys are AWESOME! If you're going to be in Indianapolis during the fair, stop by the Pioneer Farm and Home Exhibit – you'll be truly entertained.

I don’t care. Stop.

****** Oh, yes...those northside haunts that FrolloFreak and Claude visit...they're real! There really is a Broad Ripple Village (my high school, of the same name, is there), a Lilly Orchard, a Monon Rail-Trail (which is busy with walkers, runners, skaters, etc.), and, of course, North Meridian Street with all those fine, old mansions.

We know. I looked it up. Again, releasing people’s name and towns to an Internet full of strangers is not cool.

Finally, I'd like to thank Belladonna again for editing and posting those first few installments. And thanks for helping me out on the historical angle.

In the same way Raven “helped” Tara with spelling in My Immortal?

Uh...If you remember Chapters 8 & 9, you'll recall that FrolloFreak mentioned to Claude Frollo that she was from the New World. Bella corrected me on this -- 'America' hadn't been discovered yet! How could a social studies teacher let that one slip by?! :)

But you let the fact that he was not Spanish slip by…

So, for Chapters One thru Nine, I extend personal thanks to Bella for all her tireless assistance.

Ž****** I hope you had as much fun reading this epic as I had fun writing it. It was truly a labor of love.

Stop calling it an epic. It was anything but.

#the hunchback of Notre dame #Claude frollo #danisha #back to the frollo

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