#apples and oranges

[suraemoon]

“and they called it puppy love” 🐾

#featuring sweetpea and cherry #and some other cute pups #i don’t know what’s cuter him or the puppies #apples and oranges #elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #50s elvis #60s elvis

[7itch0zero]

#funny #funny shit #joke #fruit #orange #mandarin #chinese #language #apple #apples and oranges

[lithreeum]

Apples and Oranges

:)

#limbus company #limbus company fanart #re1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 fanart #yuri #schneider #apples and oranges #smile through the pain

[sneezypeasy]

Watsonian vs Doylist Analyses - A Couple Points of Clarification

I just want to clear up a couple of misunderstandings I may have unintentionally contributed to in my previous references on the subject:

1. There can be multiple explanations (multiple Watsonian explanations, multiple Doylist explanations, multiple of each etc) of a given scene or character portrayal or plot point, and people can accept more than one explanation at the same time. It's just uncommon for people to accept or present multiple explanations at once because that's kind of how people people.

2. Doylist takes aren't inherently "better" than Watsonian takes, and vice versa. People use both to engage with the text in different ways and for different purposes. Watsonian logic is fun for roleplay or immersing yourself into the story, and I imagine a lot of fanfic writers often start from a prompt like "I wonder what would happen next if I took x character and then put them in y scenario". Doylist logic is fun if you like examining the text from a more "meta" standpoint, trying to see what purpose various narrative choices serve (or undermine). Neither angle is intrinsically a more valid way to engage with fiction, and you might enjoy doing one thing one day and another thing the next - with different texts or even with the same text.

In litcrit, because I like to pick my brain on the subject of "what would have made for the best story here", I tend to be more interested in analyzing theme, character arcs, setup and payoff etc, which are Doylist interpretations. Some people focus a lot on authorial intent, which is also a Doylist perspective (just a different one). Some people like to try to get into the heads of the characters they're analyzing and discuss ideas like "what choice would make the most sense for x character given who they are as a person". That's a Watsonian take. There are contextual and individual reasons why some explanations may resonate with you more than others some of the time or even most of the time, but they're really apples and oranges. Which one you prefer will likely vary depending on the type of question being posed and what scope seems to be the most appropriate for it - and people are always going to have different opinions about that too... because that's how people people.

Of course, the opinions I personally care enough about to splash all over the internet are going to be opinions I hold with very strong convictions, which is why I can come off quite aggressive about them, but they're still just opinions and there's no such thing as "one true explanation", whether that's Watsonian or Doylist. If I make a Doylist argument and I dismiss someone else's rebuttal on the basis of it being Watsonian, that's not because Watsonian takes are intrinsically weaker, it's just because you generally can't use a Watsonian take to rebut a Doylist one or vice versa. You need to engage with someone's point in order to counter it, and you can't generally do that when you completely change the scope of the question, which is what tends to happen when a Watsonian perspective and a Doylist perspective comes into conflict.

(Of course, you can argue that a Doylist scope is situationally stronger than a Watsonian one or vice versa, but that's a different argument and usually context-dependent lol - point is just because a Doylist answer might fit one particular prompt much better this time, doesn't mean all Doylist answers will always trump all Watsonian answers in every single context all of the time, and that's not even accounting for the fact that you're never going to reach unanimous agreement about these sorts of things anyway.)

I hope that clears things up 😊

#litcrit #watsonian vs doylist #apples and oranges #long post #text post #side note but this is why I tend to only engage in Watsonian logic myself when I'm the one doing the rebutting #I don't usually care to come out with my own Watsonian takes #but occasionally I'll come across someone else's that seems totally bonkers #and unsubstantiated by anything #at which point I'll put the Watsonian hat on so I can engage 😂 #otherwise I prefer my trusty Doylist hats 😁 ✌

[respectthepetty]

I will never speak of this or acknowledge its existence

Phee had exactly one picture of Tan.

And if Tan knew it existed, he would have burned it.

Phee had lost count of the pictures he had with the other boys. They had taken so many in the time they had known each other. They were always smiling with their arms around each other. Some pictures he had taken. Others were Jin’s doing.

But not one of those pictures included Tan.

None of the other boys directly asked Tan why he wasn’t in the pictures. Honestly, Phee didn’t think most of them even realized that Tan wasn’t in them or maybe they thought Tan was self-conscious. He came across as timid because that’s how he wanted them to see him. Phee knew Tan was confident and assertive, but these boys couldn’t know that. Either way, Tan strangely never seemed to be around when they took pictures.

Phee thought it was because Tan didn’t want to be spotted in a photo by someone who knew him as New. He asked Tan about it that night, but Tan quickly dismissed the claim. He was high, which began happening more frequently than Phee cared to acknowledge, but Tan said more when he was high. Information would never flow from Tan regardless of how high he was, but he wouldn’t just stare at Phee like he normally did when he was sober. So that night, Tan responded that he had no friends to remember him as New. He said it like it was a common fact. He had spent so much time studying to get a scholarship that he never had time to make friends. Then, when he was abroad, he spent so much time studying to maintain the scholarship that he never made friends.

Phee was in Tan’s room as Tan was tearing through the cookies Phee had brought over on account of Tan being high. The last time they had smoked, Tan had described these soft chocolate and orange cookies he used to eat when he was abroad, which made Phee’s stomach rumble since Tan spoke of them with a warmth Phee hadn’t expected Tan possible of possessing for food. Phee had ordered them the same day Tan spoke of them and decided today was the day to deliver them. They were different than he thought they’d be.

But so was Tan.

Tan had given Phee a key to his room a few months ago, so he had let himself in while Tan was working at his desk. He didn’t know why Tan had given him the key, but when Tan handed it to him one random Tuesday after school, he simply said, “Just in case,” as if that was enough explanation. Phee guessed it was because he was at Tan’s a lot, planning and thinking. Tan never went to Phee’s house, no matter how many times Phee invited him. And he never gave a reason. Most of the time, he didn’t even give an answer. Whenever Phee would ask him over, Tan would simply look at Phee in a way that made Phee embarrassed for asking, as if Tan was silently reminding Phee that they weren’t the type of friends who hung out at each other’s houses just for fun. As if Tan was reminding Phee that they weren’t friends. Yet it didn’t deter Phee from asking again, and again, and again. He liked to believe that one day, Tan would actually accept. The invite? His friendship? Him.

Phee was high.

So was Tan who was quietly enjoying the bizarre cookies and busy rewriting notes on some subject he already knew everything about. Phee’s mind was left to wander until Tan remembered that Phee was in the room with him. This happened so often that usually, Phee would text the guys in the group chat which Tan never responded to, or watch a video on his phone about stuff Tan didn’t care about. But that night, after Tan confessed to never having friends, Phee sat in his chair next to Tan and examined the space he had sat in so many times before. Posters of the human body and chemical formulas decorated the walls. Tan’s desk was covered with containers and assorted models. When Phee's eyes roamed back to Tan for a moment, Phee briefly thought this must have been who he was aboard. Tan, sitting there with his cookies and his notes, offered a glimpse of New’s world. Phee quickly continued his silent observation of Tan’s room in hopes of finding more artifacts of New.

He noticed the only pictures in the room were attached to the board Tan used to pin his notes of the boys which he glared at when he was planning and thinking. Beyond the few items Phee had spotted, there was nothing else in the room that showed who New was. Then again, New no longer existed, and Tan was busy eating cookies and rewriting notes.  

When Phee finally reacted to Tan’s statement about not having friends (much too late for it to matter, but time was never of importance in Tan’s room), it was merely in his head.

Tan is Non’s brother.

It felt so obvious. He had known this, but as he sat there, the realization rolled over him as if he was confronting the truth for the first time.

Phee’s room said something about him. It had clothes thrown everywhere. It had pictures of his family. It had little items that showed his interests. Jin’s room said something about him. It had pictures of the guys. It had posters on the wall of movies he loved. It had little figurines on his shelves. Just like Non’s room.

And, ironically, that’s why Phee had made the connection in this room devoid of time and apparently devoid of Tan.

He hadn’t realized Tan had dozed off at his desk curled over his notes, but as soon as Non popped into Phee’s head, he had been so consumed by his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed anything else. Phee had made the comparison before he could stop where it was heading. This happened each time Non slipped into his thoughts, which was too often . . .

because Tan is Non’s brother.

Phee tried to shake the thought out of his head, but that made all his other thoughts emerge from their watery depths causing him more confusion. He wanted to turn off his brain because he knew where this was going. He was high, but he hadn’t realized just how much until all those thoughts called to him in hopes of dragging him underwater.

Yet Tan was sleeping peacefully at his desk.

Just like Non would.

Non and Tan were both smart, but Phee had picked up on other little things Tan did that reminded him of Non. Non got lost in his work as easily as Tan did. Tan was as passionate and stubborn about his work as Non was. Non’s face gave his feelings away often, and surprisingly, so did Tan’s. They were small facial changes, but Phee always noticed them. Just like he noticed that both boys rarely smiled, but when they did, it was a look of pure joy. Like when Tan was eating these weird orange cookies.

And they both kept their secrets.

“He had an apple,” Phee whispered to Tan.

That was it. That was his response to Tan’s earlier confession about having no friends, but it wasn’t loud enough to even stir Tan from his hazy slumber. He should have felt guilt for almost waking Tan up. He should have felt sadness for thinking of Non in that moment. But instead, he felt exposed.  

Because Tan is Non’s brother.

Non didn’t have a picture of Tan in his room. Or on his phone. Non didn’t have pictures of his parents either, so Phee wasn’t surprised Non didn’t have a picture of him, not really at least. Non had a picture of Phee looking out at the water with him, but nobody would know that was Phee.

But Non had a picture of the boys.  

And he had an apple.

They had eaten an apple the day Phee gave Non the red bracelet. Phee asked Non to be his boyfriend, yet Non hadn’t answered him. Phee kept asking again, and again, and again until one day, Non finally accepted. And when Phee went to apologize to Non at his house, he found a shattered picture of the boys instead. He knew of them, and he hated them. Then, he saw the picture of the apple, and his hate shifted inward where it had nested and expanded. He thought about it often. He wrestled with it. Non didn’t have a picture of him, but he had a picture of those boys. Phee knew those boys, but none of those boys knew Phee. How would they? Non didn’t even have a picture of Phee. No. Non had their picture.

And he had a picture of an apple.

That meant something. That’s what Phee had to remind himself. It meant something.

Non had a picture of those boys

and an apple.

It was Non’s secret.

After Non disappeared, his room remained frozen, devoid of time, telling the story again, and again, and again. Non didn’t have friends; he had secrets.

Phee was Non’s secret.

And here Phee was again, a secret. Tan’s secret.

Tan had no friends. He said it with such ease. The boys with their pictures plastered on the board weren’t Tan’s friends. Those boys weren’t Non’s either, yet both brothers had their pictures.

But not Phee’s.

The guys thought Phee and Tan were hiding a secret. They thought Phee and Tan were sleeping together. They constantly questioned Phee and Tan’s closeness. They joked that Phee and Tan were lying. Jin accused Phee of hooking up with Tan since they were never invited to Tan’s. But every time, Phee reminded them all that there was no big secret. Phee was Tan’s friend. Nothing more. They were just friends.

And he believed that. They were the only two who had loved Non. They were there for each other. They were connected by their loss.

But Phee wasn’t Tan’s friend. Tan didn’t have friends. He had made that clear. Tan was like Non. They didn’t have friends. They had secrets.

And Phee was one.

Everyone had secrets. Tan and Phee were in this situation because of everyone else’s secrets. That’s why Tan couldn’t tell anyone who Phee was. He couldn’t tell this group of boys that Phee was the reason the charges on Non were dropped. Tan couldn’t tell them how he knew Phee. Tan couldn’t tell them who Phee was, not to Non, and not to him.

Phee could walk away from all of this. Tan had told him that from the very beginning when Tan had come up with this plan. When Tan had said that Phee could leave whenever, Phee believed it was Tan’s way of trying to keep him out of danger, which is why they had to keep quiet, but now he knows better. Tan's admission that he doesn’t have friends brought Phee clarity.

Because he is nothing to Tan except a secret. Tan doesn’t need Phee, and if Phee decided to leave, Tan wouldn’t lose anything. Tan made sure of that. Tan planned for that.

There was a time when Phee truly believed that if told Tan how he felt, he would be free. Not only of these feelings, but also the anger he felt. He knew he could leave Tan, but that would only rid him of Tan, not these feelings. He was never naïve enough to believe Tan needed him, but he thought Tan at least cared about him, and that belief is why he didn’t confess to Tan. He knew Tan would be so disgusted by Phee’s feelings that he would see it as a betrayal . . . to their plan? To Non? Why would Tan see it as anything else when Tan only saw Phee as a secret to be used for that fucking plan?

Because Tan is Non’s brother!

Phee had felt this way for longer than he was comfortable admitting. At first, Phee dismissed his feelings. He ignored them because he knew his feelings weren’t about Non and that made him feel guilty. That’s why he tried to not think about Non, but that was the root of these feelings.

Because Tan is Non’s brother.

And it started with all those little things that Tan did to remind him of Non. It was the simplest answer. The only reason Phee felt the way he did about Tan was because Tan reminded him of Non, and Phee had loved Non. He loved the way Non got so lost in his work that Phee had to remind him to take his meds. He loved the way Non was so passionate about his projects that he wanted to finish them no matter how much effort he had to put in. He loved making Non smile, and he loved that he could see Non’s emotions on his face, even when he knew Non was lying to him.

And these were all the things he loved about Tan.

He loved that he knew how Tan felt because it was written on Tan’s face. That’s why he wore Jin’s uniform to school. He wanted to see how Tan felt. He easily admitted that he had sex with Jin, but he didn’t tell Tan how he was so angry at Jin that he couldn’t even look at his face. Phee let Tan believe whatever he wanted just so he could see the raw emotion on Tan’s face, but when the emotion finally showed on Tan’s face, Phee had to look away. Tan’s expression was one of disgust, but not for Tan himself. Tan was questioning Phee’s loyalty, to their plan, to Non.

Because Tan is Non’s brother.

Tan never thought of himself. Tan had been so lost in planning and thinking that he didn’t even remember his birthday. His real one, not the one he put down on the forged documents to get into school. But Phee remembered it. The first time, Tan’s parent had sent him a message and some money still believing he was abroad which served as a brief reminder that Tan once had a life of his own. Tan didn’t celebrate even after the message came through. He immediately shot off a response to them and kept working on his notes, but Phee mentally noted that day. So here Phee sat a year later, with these damn chocolate and orange cookies that he ordered specifically for New’s birthday restraining himself from caressing New’s hair as he slept.

He wanted to keep New safe. He wanted to protect him. He wanted to save him.

Just like he had wanted to save Non.

But he knew none of that was possible because New is Non’s brother.

New was going to follow through with this plan no matter what happened to him because New is Non’s brother, and they don’t know when to stop until it’s too late. Non wouldn’t let Phee help him. He kept his secrets. And New was the same. Phee couldn’t protect Non, and he knew he couldn’t protect New. Phee failed Non, and he couldn’t keep New safe, not from these boys, and not from himself.

So instead, Phee took his picture.

He had brought his camera in hopes of taking a birthday photo of New with his dumb cookies, but once Phee realized New had forgotten his birthday, Phee kept the camera in his bag. In hopes of fighting the reckless urge to stroke New’s relaxed face, Phee quickly grabbed the camera from his bag and awkwardly took a picture. Phee didn’t even inspect the photo. He had already begun placing the camera back into his bag when he realized a partially eaten cookie was next to New’s hand, which meant it would likely be in the picture. The bite New had taken out of it revealed the orange jelly inside, and it gave the cookie the appearance of a gemstone beckoning Phee to hold it. Phee knew he should leave it where it was, but the idea of sharing this gem with New forced him to move, so he carefully grabbed the cookie with his other hand as to not disturb Tan and placed it in his mouth.

The cookie was just as strange as it was when he had eaten the others. The textures were conflicting. The cookie was soft. The chocolate was hard. Yet the orange, the orange . . .

Would be the feel of New’s lips. It would be the taste of New’s mouth. It would be the scent lingering on New’s breath.

Phee immediately shoved the camera back into the bag and turned to leave. New didn’t even budge. For a moment, Phee hesitated at the door. He wanted to move New to the bed like he done countless other times, but Phee knew if he got New into the bed, the weight of New’s body mixed with Phee’s current state would drag him down into that bed with him and all his drowning desires.  

So he opened the door and left New behind.

---

He wasn’t sure when sleep finally came to him that night, but when it did, it brought Non and his red bracelet. They were by the water in their spot with a small bag of apples settled next to them on the blanket they had spread out. Phee’s head was resting in Non’s lap. Phee looked at Non’s hand which was gently placed on his chest, and admired the red bracelet that adorned his wrist. When Phee went to intertwine their hands, Non playfully avoided the gesture by grabbing an orange cookie from the spot where the apples had previously been mere seconds ago. When Phee looked back up to Non’s face, New looked back at him in the red shirt he had on the first day they met, offering him a bite of the cookie.

---

Phee would remember that dream every time he looked at the picture. In his haste to take the picture, it was slightly blurry, but he still foolishly printed a copy of it and hid it in a book in his room because he wanted something tangible. He wanted something to hold. He could’ve left the picture out. His father never came into his room, and Tan would never come over, so there was no chance he would see it. It was common for the other guys to take photos of each other sleeping after a night of partying. They jokingly shared the photos in the chat. If any of them saw it, they wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Then again, they probably wouldn’t even realize it was Tan.

But this was Phee’s secret to keep.

This was his secret to protect.

This was his to save.

Phee had exactly one picture of New, and if Tan knew it existed, he would have burned it.

Because New was Non’s brother.

But New couldn’t exist.  

So neither could Phee’s love for him

#DFF #Tan x Phee #because when Phee held Tan as he cried #I was a goner #apples and oranges

[y-rhywbeth2]

This isn't aimed at anyone individually, but; I always regret opening the box that is ascended vs non-ascended Astarion fans and "who is actually the pathetic eternally broken one".

#Death of the Author etc #Do not attempt to bring me into the discourse: I Do Not Agree With Your Interpretation and I Do Not Care and That is Fine We Can Disagree #It Does Not Require Discussion #When you have fundamentally different readings and desires for the same text there's... really nothing to be said? #Apples and Oranges #You have fun with your own playthrough choices and leave me out of the larger fandom drama #I will not have this flavour of arguing on my lore posts #Also “every single personality trait he has that I don't like is Trauma (TM)” arguments #I love the character and the fans I've met are fine but god I hate this fandom do you know how many posts I've muted and deleted. #griping

[thepileofclothesonyourdesk]

Intersectionality is not like math

It not like being trans gives you +1 oppression and being a man gives you -1 oppression

Intersectionality is like chemistry

you add being transgender to being a man and you get a completely different chemical (experience)

it may have some of the properties of the parts it is made up of, but its ultimately its own thing

and no identity is neutral

Growing up rural vs urban is a part of the cocktail of your experience, even if that isnt something you would bring up about yourself when talking about your identity

#I've been thinking about this for awhile #its why oppression Olympics is dumb #you cant compare the oppression of 2 groups/people because the oppression is different #apples and oranges #its also why there is no shared queer or trans or gay or etc. experience #because everyone's made up of different stuff #just because your queer experience is different from someone elses doesnt mean one of them isnt a queer experience #queer #lgbt+ #trans #transgender #idk what to tag this as #i used queer/gender identities as an example but it really is how i think about all marginalized identities #tag this as whichever identity you want ig

[bayleymania]

I like how Lexie had to deny loving heel MJF, but won't hide her love of Christian Cage

But, but it’s different. Max was not the best guy. But Christian? I’m sorry, he is such a great man. An example of what every father should be! He just want people to see that but people still boo him. 🥺 It pains me.

#apples and oranges

[rastronomicals]

7:46 PM EDT March 12, 2024:

Pink Floyd - "Apples And Oranges" 7" b/w "Paintbox" (November 18, 1967)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

The sleeve with the anthropomorphic fruit was the French version, and the group photo was the British. Each was released on the same day, about three months after Piper.

This is the last Pink Floyd single, and second to last Pink Floyd song overall before "Jugband Blues," to have been written by Barrett.

File under: Lorry Driver Songs

--

#b/w #Pink Floyd #7Paintbox" #Apples And Oranges

[somethingveryodd]

I read a lot of fics (sometimes even more than books), and each year I toy with an idea of my own recommendations. It’s nearly the end of 2023, so what the hell, LET’S DO THIS!

During the upcoming days, with hashtag #smoll recommends I’ll be recommending some of my favourite fics I’ve read in 2023.

And let’s start with A BANGER HOLY HELL

Apples and Oranges by @poljupci

This fic starts with Harry walking into Draco Malfoy’s book reading, to realise that his school nemesis:

wrote a book for muggles

wrote a queer romance book

wrote a book about an ex-nemesis with whom his main character fell in love with, goes on several dates AND FALLS IN LOVE AGAIN

????? WHAT sign m the FUCK up!!!!

Each time I read a chapter from the fic I need to read all of it. Within the first words I was grabbed and pulled, and stayed throughout the whole thing. Harry’s characterisation is just so spot on I want to give him a huge hug. And Draco! DRACO!!

Apples and Oranges by @poljupci made me scream into my pillow, made me read until I could no longer keep my eyes open. To say that I was obsessed with this fic is like saying Harry Potter will fall in love with Draco Malfoy, in every universe. Especially if they’re playing gay chicken.

#smoll recommends #drarry fic rec #poljupci #apples and oranges #drarry fic #drarry fanfiction recommendation #drarry #draco malfoy/harry potter fanfiction #drarry ff

[meggettes]

i got ahead of the online convos and saw dune pt 2 yesterday (highly recommend matinees, my favorite mode of cinema) and y’all??????

i cannot get that dang film out of my head! every single department wasn’t just showing off, they were giving their absolute fucking ALL for Denis. pure excellence all around. truly beyond anything else in the past 20 years at least

#the only film that feels like how dune pt 2 feels is #return of the king #i know #apples and oranges #but similar in scale and excellence and glory #Denis fucking Villeneuve #he fucking did it #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune 2024 #gotta go rewatch pt 1 because holy shit Denis did it #denis villeneuve

[m1dori-eyes]

I've seen so many absolutely FURIOUS posts from TTRPG players saying that the campaign they're in is TOO MECHANICALLY HEAVY, and that their GM needs to IGNORE THE RULES AS WRITTEN to include MORE ROLEPLAY, or the other way around.

So anyways, as an active member of the Fruits Fandom, I'm making a call out post against oranges, they should be more like apples, everyone knows that the reason people eat fruit is to eat apples, and the fact that oranges aren't apples is honestly terrible.

#ttrpg #yuzu lore #d&d #pathfinder #apples and oranges #vtm

[punkrockmixtapes]

Jenny Lewis - Apples And Oranges

#youtube #Jenny Lewis #Apples and Oranges

[dougielombax]

I’m getting quite annoyed people who try to put one IP on a high, untouchable pedestal, while putting other franchises down. It’s seriously becoming annoying to see.

It’s not an argument.

It’s petty behaviour.

End it!

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #fandom #bullshit #vent post #fans #apples and oranges

[iggyinuit]

An Apple A Day

Our article about the Apples And oranges hand written lyrics has been updated.

URL: https://atagong.com/iggy/archives/2023/05/an-apple-a-day.html

Picture: Rino Di Lernia.

#peter jenner #apples and oranges #pink floyd #syd barrett

[serickswrites]

Apples and Oranges

Warnings: pursuit, threat of violence, threat of injury

Whumpee ran as fast as they could through the warehouse, they had to get away and face. The sound of the chainsaw’s whine grated their ears as it grew closer and closer. 

Because that meant Whumper was closer and closer. And if Whumper was closer, Whumpee wasn’t escaping. 

Whumpee threw their head back and ran for where they thought the door might be. They couldn’t be caught. They had to get out. Had to get to Caretaker. Had to warn Caretaker about Whumper. Had to--

Whumpee froze as Whumper rounded the corner, chainsaw held high above their head. “I found you!” Whumper laughed maniacally as they ran forward. “What a funny thing to do because I’m feeling very pink. Apples and oranges, apples and oranges,” Whumper sang as they chased Whumpee down the aisleway. “I found you! I found you!”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw pursuit #tw threat of violence #tw threat of injury #themerrywhumpofmay #merry whump of may 2023 #day 19 #apples and oranges #prompt: chainsaw #queue