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ryuichirou · 6 months

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artfulhero-m asked:

Ryu I don't know how else to explain this but your condoms headcanons read as so chaotic to me, and the chaos was beautiful lmao. Like the way my brain, while reading the headcanons, conjured up images of everyone in chaos clearly understanding that it's just a safe sex practice but either ends up trying to be safe but breaking the rubbers anyway or not wearing them AT ALL was hilarious to me. And by the end of all the chaos, Malleus is just in the background, calmly, watching the chaos unfold as he thinks "ah how fascinating" despite having no clue wtf these rubber cock confiners meant to prevent disease and pregnancy even look like (i.e., he doesn't get it lol).

THANK YOU SO MUUUCH at this point I’m just clowning everyone in every single headcanon post lol but these guys are cursed enough to deserve such treatment. I am super happy you enjoyed that silly post, and oh my god your imagination!! The fact that you pictured all of these idiots while reading it lol

“Rubber cock confiners” sounds like the most amazing way to describe a condom, and honestly, at least Malleus has an excuse – he is a fae prince who lived in isolation… But the rest of the guys…

You know I want all of them to draw a condom now, just to make sure that they know what they’re talking about. Malleus surely doesn’t lol

Anonymous asked:

Just wanted to send an ask saying I appreciate seeing how much you've grown over the years! I started following you awhile back when you were still into Hetalia/posted it, and stayed for the TWST content. Thanks for continuing to post your art and may it continue to thrive ♡

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! This is so incredibly sweet of you, I am very happy and grateful to hear that. Thank you for your support, and I’ll do my best to keep improving! <3

With Hetalia it’s funny though, because we’ve been having a lot of random outbursts of it over the years, the last one being a year ago (and then there was one in 2016…and even earlier than that…), so I can’t even say for sure for how long you’ve been here. But I’m super to happy to hear about it nonetheless!! <3 The last year was definitely very fruitful when it comes to changes to my art lol and it’s great it’s noticeable…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that my friend group jokes about the “Jack will rail him” post all the time and think it’s the funniest shit ever. It has become such a core part of our humor that whenever Jack or Deuce is mention we have to bring up the railing that will take place. Please caption more art this way. It’s hilarious.

HAHA THANK YOU, ANON, I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. I love our captions a lot, because it’s Katsu who comes up with them; and I usually have no idea what they’re going to be until the post is... posted. So the “Jack will rail him” thing got me laughing too, I’m happy you and your friend also loved it lol

Katsu tries to be careful and not to overdo it, just so the caption doesn’t take too much attention from the drawing itself, but honestly it’s 100% worth it in my opinion.

I am so happy that the railing that will definitely take place has became an inside joke of sorts!

Anonymous asked:

I want to sexualize Ortho but I'm too busy and have no time 😞

I feel you, Anon… :( This is the biggest problem in our lives.

It’s okay, Ortho is a patient guy, he can wait… until he gets capricious lol

hipsterteller asked:

I though Idia is top

Idia is a character from a sfw game, so he doesn't have any fixed position.

In my art, he's always a bottom.

Anonymous asked:

I found out there's a 32 year old in the server that joined before I did I think I'm good

(related to some previous asks)

Oh good to know! :) I’m glad to hear that

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useless12sstuff · 4 years

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Short stories #3

. 3 Above and Beyond

Trudging through the woods, I try to place the majority of my weight on my makeshift cane. Squinting my eyes, I try to keep sight of my path. The moon is of barely any help. If I had known it would be dark I would've snuck out a torch. Pulling my coat tighter around myself and wishing, not for the first time, that I should've worn something warmer above my hospital gown. I buried my nose in my scarf and yet, the crisp air still burned down my lungs. If my cigarettes don't kill me first, the cold certainly will. 'You shouldn't be here', the guilty part of my brain whispered. I squashed that thought down just like the leaves under my feet. Silly Linda, I scoff. She thought she could keep me in the ward by locking the door. Well look now, I jumped out the window. Well the pangs in my leg are almost making me regret. Almost. Oh whatever. To hell with Linda and her false pretenses. She can act sweet and coy all she likes but I know she wants me dead. Not more than I do but it is a mutual sentiment that is reciprocated. She's far too young anyway. A bit naive and very gullible. Very overconfident too but she is under the assumption that she's being 'smart' and 'sharp' and that an old, miserable midget like me won't be able to see right through her. An absolute fool. I despise it here.

I hobble my way to my usual spot, a clearing somewhere in the middle of the woods. The crescent moon stares down at me, as if judging. Sitting down on a tree stump while catching my breath, I pull out a pack of cigarettes that Linda missed and a lighter from my coat pocket. A cold draft rushed and rustled the trees and I held my coat tighter, shivering badly. With numb hands I light a cigarette and hold the lighter close, the tiny flame giving me a semblance of warmth. Sigh. I wouldn't want the fluid to run out. I pocketed it, closed my eyes and enjoyed my cigarette. Deep inhale and then exhale. Inhale and exhale. Finally, some peace and quiet….

…. Which did not last longer than twenty minutes. A sharp, whip like crack sobered me up and I opened my eyes to a terrifying sight. A creature with four faces, more than a hundred wings, taller than the trees, so huge that I can't distinguish the sky from its body. The moon is nowhere in sight. His whole body consists of uncountable eyes and tongues. What on God's green earth is this!? I can't move. Why am I not moving? Its hellish eyes stared me down. The cigarette I was holding had long fallen. I am a stone, glued to one place. I can't tear my eyes off this- this creature. All too soon, it descends and shifts into a shape more recognizable. A man. Dressed in a pure white robe, inky hair curled in every direction, skin the color of rich soil and piercing charcoal eyes, this man would stand out among any crowd. I must be hallucinating. Are cigarettes supposed to make you hallucinate?

"What kind of alien are you?" I asked in a quivering voice.

The man blinked. Then blinked again. Then stared at me long enough to make me wish I hadn't spoken.

"What kind do you think I am?" he smoothly replies, evading my question.

"A shape-shifting one."

He folds his hands neatly behind his back and doesn't reply.

"And who would you introduce yourself as?" he asks. I have a distinct feeling that he's humouring me. Like a cat who caught a canary.

"I, well, I-uhm-I fancy myself a student." I stuttered out. He doesn't need to know where I am from.

"A student of?"

"Life."

The alien smirked. An uncomfortable silence surrounds us, uncomfortable for me atleast. I feel weaker. Sweat beads at my eyebrows. This alien's presence has a weight that is taking a toll on me.

With nothing to do, I whip out another cigarette. I finished smoking it. Then I pull out a second, then a third, then a fourth.

"How long have you been smoking?" the alien asks suddenly.

"A few decades." I say, lighting another cigarette. A hush falls again.

"How do you speak our language?" I inquired, anything to keep the oppressive silence at bay.

"I've been here before."

"Oh?" I ask, hoping for an elaboration.

"Yes."

None came.

"What is it like?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Your planet. What is it like?"

"It is a human's dream come true. You can have whatever your heart desires. Food, clothing, land, companions. It is eternal peace-"

"Sounds like heaven." I interrupted.

The alien's lips quirked.

"Something of that sort. It can be very beautiful or very terrible depending on the person."

"Why so?"

"Would you wish for good things to happen to evil people?"

"No. Not at all."

"My point exactly."

"What is evil anyway? Is evil caused by a difficult life?You know, I've always wondered."

The alien calmly looks back at me.

"Have you had a sorrowful life?" he asks, a curious gleam in his eyes.

"Sorrowful?" I scoff. "I can barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore. A saying goes 'Let a man walk the halls of sorrow. Whatever comes out, can it be called a man anymore?' " I asked.

"Sorrow is either growth or wasted potential if you have not learned. Power on the other hand, man cannot be trusted with power. It is too corrupting." the alien argues.

"I'll have to politely disagree. Power in itself is not corrupt. Power attracts those who are corruptible. Those who took the wrong lessons from their sorrows."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You have become a cynic only because you felt your life was difficult. Your cigarette is proof enough. It kills you, yet, you stick to it. Doesn't that make you just like them?"

"You are not a human. You don't, and maybe, will never, understand the delicate intricacy of addiction. I am not defending myself. I am ashamed but leaving it is no easy task."

The alien hummed," If you believe so. You are quite a melancholic person." he says, matter of fact.

"So I've been told." I smiled self deprecatingly, "Look at me, debating about ideologies with an alien."

The alien smirked, as if he was in on a joke I wasn't. Strange.

I cleared my throat. It felt itchy. Must've been the cigarettes.

"Anyway,how does your planet deal with 'evil' people."

"You need not worry your head over it. Our, ah, justice system is very fair."

"Oh. Where is it located? Your planet that is."

"Not here. It is somewhere above all the galaxies."

That most certainly piqued my interest. I have wished for death on my worst days but on my best days, I've always been a curious bug, too curious for my own good. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Why are you here?" I finally cave in to my curiosity.

The alien side eyes me and replies, "I'm here to take one person home with me. Forever."

A thrill raced up my spine and anticipation settled in my bones. I licked my frozen, chapped lips. Perhaps I am being selfish. I spent my entire life looking for an escape, an escape from everything, my depression, my poverty, my disease, that hospital and its disinfectant smelling wards, Linda, this wretched world. That is an artist's curse. Escapism, they say, is an art too and I am anything but unacquainted to art. I always wondered about what was beyond, a place where no man had stepped. The golden threads of time, weaved into the fine fabric of the universe, permitted this opportunity to occur in front of me. I will take it even if my hands bleed.

I have no family that left, nobody who loves me. I'm bitter and alone. I deserve to be selfish for once in my life. To take a big leap, a risk. Yes, I will.

"Take me with you." I begged. "Please."

"Why should I?" the alien replied, staring right in my soul.

"You came for me. I know. If you didn't you wouldn't have landed here." I say, hopefully.

"And if I say that is false? What else would you offer?“

"I can offer you beauty and art. I can create for you."

"We have many of those."

"There will ever only be one like me. Just like there is only one artist like them. Themselves only."

Silence enveloped us again while rejection stung my chest again.

"Allow me to prove myself." I plead.

The alien looked at me, questioning.

"Look in my mind, see all that there is." I say determinedly. And I let him in my mind, let him see the world through my eyes and feel what I felt. I let him see my arts, my music, my poetry, my paintings that I crafted lovingly with my aged hands. I let him see what a human sees, something I know that he had never witnessed. Then I revealed my sorrows. Hopefully humanity would appeal to it.

With a pull he left my head. My eyes burned and I felt a blood vessel burst. I dry heaved on the dead ground but the nausea still lingered. I am glad I was seated or my knees would've buckled and I would've been an undignified heap on the floor. All the while the alien just stared and stared. I am getting sick of his staring too.

Once again, I broke the silence.

"I will paint your skies," I continue, hesitantly, "and your buildings and walls. I will write for the children and even for the old. Just please, take me. I'm exhausted ."

My eyes burned again, unshed tears waiting for release. I avert my eyes and let out a sigh. I feel heavy and my shoulders slump. Unexplainable exhaustion overcomes me and my temperature keeps rising, beads of sweat rolling down my face.

"If," he began,then stopped. It was the first time in our entire conversation that I saw him hesitate.

"If," he continued, "if I were to ask you to scream your wish at me, what would you fear more; your echo or my answer? “

"My echo", I reply instantaneously.

"Why?"

"Because it would mean you have declined."

"Hmm. Recite a poem for me."

I gave a shaky, hopeful smiled and offered him my words:

My river by the oak tree

has turned molten gold again,

as the glowing orb of light and life surrenders to the sapphire sky.

The cotton clouds float in shy, pink circles

While the rush of the river awakens a memory I had long forgotten,

When this same tree once bore luscious flowers,

Their scent wafting lazily into the cool breeze,

While I sat and reminisced about the possibility of other lives in the universe,

Under the wrinkled, silver moon.

Silence hugged us again while the impact of my weakened voice lingered in the air.

"Do you believe in other lives? Aliens and such?" he questioned.

"Yes I do, I mean you are here so that confirms it too."

"You are a funny one. No one has ever mistaken me for an alien." it grinned, crooked, as if a gesture it wasn't familiar with.

My body went cold and tremors shook it to its feeble core, my breath coming out in shallow pants. My eyes shut down of their own accord. The entity then spoke with a voice that might have held the weight of a thousand suns,

"Beyond the stars we go."

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 5 years

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Spring Fever 7

@adrinetteapril 2019 story

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |

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Chapter 7. A favor only you can do

In which Adrien makes a show

The macarons were a blessing. Not only were they delicious as ever, and nicely fit in his stomach, they also delivered a suitable excuse to postpone the inevitable. But in the end even Marinette’s patience started running thin. Besides, Dupain-Cheng macarons never lasted long in his vicinity.

‘Can you tell me what’s happening?’ the love of his life asked, putting a hand on his knee. Her blue eyes bored into him, looking for any clues to his behavior.

Adrien would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention. He swallowed the last treat and chased it with some juice. Then he took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was about to come.

‘Marinette, do you… um… believe in magic?’

‘No,’ she snorted as his heart sank. But then ever so perceptive she noticed his scoff, so she added quickly. ‘I don’t believe in magic, I know it exists, silly. What better proof do you need than those akumas out there, not to mention Ladybug and Chat Noir prancing around in magical suits?’

Right. He tried not to look offended. He should have started with that. And he probably shouldn’t reveal that he was one of those people dressed in magic. Easy.

‘How about… magical curses or diseases?’

She raised a brow. ‘Are you telling me you’ve been cursed?’

Adrien hung his head. ‘I knew you’d think I’m crazy.’

‘I didn’t say that! Hey!’ She moved closer and tilted her head to look him in the eyes. ‘Whatever it is, I’m here to listen. No judging, I promise.’

Suddenly an idea struck him. What better way to explain than to let her see with her own eyes?

‘Let me show you,’ he said walking to her desk. She stayed on the chaise and he already had to fight the pull to separate from her.

‘What?’

‘Just watch.’ Adrien gripped the edge of the desk and sat on her desk chair with legs crossed over the seat. Then, he let go of the desk and put his hands on his knees.

The chair rolled closer to her, but she didn’t react in any way, just waited and watched politely as she was asked. It wasn’t the effect Adrien was aiming for. Hmmm, maybe she thought he just pushed away from the desk?

‘Can you go to the other end of your room?’ he asked.

Marinette’s brow furrowed as she stood up and did as she was told. She jumped when the chair followed. She changed direction and observed as Adrien rolled after her without moving a finger.

He expected many things but an outburst of giggles was not one of them. Marinette circled the room, barely keeping a straight face, and then she started to slalom over the floor with the chair at her heels, not even trying to hide her amusement. Then she proceeded to walk around him making him pirouette in a small spiral.

‘That’s an amazing curse,’ she finally collapsed on the chaise.

Adrien sat on the other end. ‘Sure, if one wants to be considered a creep.’

‘And here I thought I was just a boy magnet,’ she gasped in mock hurt. ‘Anything else?’

‘You mean besides the fact that I can’t move more than four steps away from you?’

Marinette looked between them as if assessing the distance. Then she moved closer, as if he was the magnet this time.

‘I’m sorry. You’d rather be bound to someone else?’ she asked.

‘What?! No!’ he protested, frantically waving his hands. ‘That’s not- I’m not.. I- ‘

‘I was only trying to lighten the mood,’ Marinette nudged him with her elbow. ‘I’m sure you’d rather not be tied to anyone at all. It must be awkward.’

Strangely, it wasn’t. But only because she was so accepting and understanding even before she knew what the problem was. Well, the most pressing part of the problem. He had yet to reveal the true nature of his predicament and the cure.

Marinette seemed to have caught on that quite quickly. ‘You mentioned a disease. Are you feeling sick?’

Sick? Hell, no. He never felt better. His heart was beating happily in his chest, finally close to the object of his affection. His stomach was full of delicious macarons. And now that Marinette stopped moving he could finally relax. Earlier however...

‘There’s… um… there’s an occasional heat wave that makes me… um… sweat?’

After all the cheese smell was an accident that had occured only because of his second gig as a vigilante.

‘And it may be just the fever, but I find it difficult to focus,’ he whispered. Apparently he spoke with half-truths now. ‘As if my mind was filled with pink fog all the time.’

‘Pink fog?’ Marinette echoed. She was listening intently, leaning in to hear him better.

Adrien didn’t notice when he moved a little bit closer to the middle of the chaise, and to her too. Their arms brushed against each other sending goosebumps all over his skin for a hundredth time that day. He was starting to get dizzy from how close she was right now.

He nodded. ‘It’s… um… it makes it harder to gather my… um… thoughts.’

‘And this happened today?’ Marinette didn’t mind that now their thighs touched as well. She was nodding encouragingly, letting him explain the whole ordeal.

‘On the trip,’ he admitted.

‘So it wasn’t the sun, huh?’ She tilted her head to see him more clear now, that he was so close. Her eyes never left his face.

‘N-nope,’ he gulped at the sight of her cheeks dusted with rosy blush. He could count every freckle that nested there.

‘And you’re not akumatized?’ She raised a suspicious brow. ‘You don’t look like an akuma.’

‘Why? Are you an expert on akumas?’ Banter was a welcomed distraction from what he had to say, so he’d take it.

She moved even closer. Her lips quirked in a sly smirk. ‘And if I am?’

‘Then you’re welcome to check if I’m akumatized,’ he shot back.

Marinette tapped a finger against her lower lip. The gesture made him flush in an instant. She withdrew to asses him.

‘Despite all the ridiculous supervillains Paris had witnessed, I seriously doubt Hawkmoth would give anyone the power of profuse sweating,’ she chuckled. ‘Although… you do seem to have a power of a sort, but you do not control it,’ she pointed out.

‘By this logic I could accuse you of being akumatized,’ Adrien countered. ‘Between you and me you’re the magnet.’

Marinette sent him a lopsided grin. ‘So I have superpowers?’

She most certainly did. At least over him. And when she fluttered her lashes like that, his heart fluttered for her.

‘Maybe…’ he breathed and then remembered himself. ‘Maybe you’re the key to this mystery. I think… I think this is something only you can do.’

‘Me?’ Suddenly she was not so confident. ‘You need me?’

‘Yes. You’re so smart and thoughtful,’ he ducked his head.

Marinette once again leaned in his direction, as if she didn’t want to miss a single word of what he was saying. His gaze wandered to her lips.

‘Since you’re the person I’m… um… I’m… tethered to,’ he gulped, ‘I think you might be in possession of a… a… cure.’

Their hands rested between them, Adrien’s little finger brushed over hers. She didn’t withdraw her hand, watching him intently. He licked his lips. Just like earlier in the classroom the air between them crackled with static electricity. Adrien felt the hair on the back of his neck rising. Her gaze was drawing him in, hypnotising him. Now that he knew what he needed, what he longed for, it was even harder to resist the pull.

‘A cure,’ her gorgeous magnolia pink lips echoed. She tilted her head and now he could only see her deep, blue eyes, framed by the thick brackets of lashes, and her perfect lips slightly parted in invitation.

She was so close, he could feel her breath on his face. Just a few centimeters and he could erase the space between them, capturing her lips and revoking the fever. And she didn’t shy away, even when he lowered his head bringing their foreheads an inch apart. A small breath escaped her as her eyes fluttered shut and the dazzling lips puckered in a silent call.

There she was, waiting for him to make the move, allowing for this moment of intimacy, trusting and… oblivious to his intentions. She had no idea she’d be removing the curse from him. He claimed to love that girl, more than life, and yet here he was, trying to trick her into kissing him.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t use her like that. But before he could say anything, there was a groan of metal, as if an old spring gave up, and the lid of the large chest by the window sprang open. Startled, Marinette bumped into him and then fell down to the floor.

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harry-leroy · 5 years

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Top 5 soliloquies? Could be from Shakespeare or whatever else :)

Thank you so much for this ask! I appreciate it! I’ll do some from Shakespeare (and probably some from Oscar Wilde let’s be real about ourselves tonight >-

1) I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME (The Tempest)

All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear meAnd yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em; butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at meAnd after bite me, then like hedgehogs whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.

- Caliban; The Tempest (2.2.)

Okay I love everything about the language in this play, but some of Caliban’s speeches are the best places to find these fantastic descriptions of the island that we’re on. Better yet, the way that he describes Ariel and the other spirits is so fascinating to me - it makes me wonder about where Ariel comes from, it makes me want to dive into the psychology (which is exactly what I’m doing for #ProjectTempest which is now #ProjectAriel). There’s a sense of militarism that comes from the spirits. They organize themselves into a hierarchy, with Ariel captaining the whole brigade, and not to mention, some of the things that they do are seen, at least in my eyes, as incredibly violent. In my project concerning Ariel, I am trying to dig into why we see Ariel as morally better than Caliban, even though he does some rather tortuous things, and this speech is full of them. I’m currently reading W.H. Auden’s The Sea and the Mirror, which is a poem that explores duality in The Tempest, using primarily Caliban (who represents the earth) and Ariel (who represents the sky). Auden made this incredible chart using these two ideas as ends of a spectrum, and he calls them both “HELL” (I’ll see if I can find the chart somewhere and upload it eventually because it is fascinating). Ahh, I just love this play so much.

2) #EXPOSED (Love’s Labour’s Lost)

Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reproveThese worms for loving, that art most in love?Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tearsThere is no certain princess that appears;You’ll not be perjured, ‘tis a hateful thing;Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?You found his mote; the king your mote did see;But I a beam do find in each of three.O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!O me, with what strict patience have I sat,To see a king transformed to a gnat!To see great Hercules whipping a gig,And profound Solomon to tune a jig,And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain?And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?And where my liege’s? all about the breast:A caudle, ho!

- Berowne; Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.)

THIS SCENE. It will always make me laugh, and cry, and feel every human emotion in the book. God, I love it so much. Can we talk about how ridiculous these boys are? Berowne has such a superiority complex - he’s always off by himself, probably musing to himself, even when he isn’t trying to keep secrets from his three best friends. So when he’s found his chance to have a laugh, he takes it. And can we talk about the language in this play? So fun, absolute joy to read. It makes me cry sometimes I won’t lie. I adore these boys, and I adore how everyone gangs up on Dumaine because Dumaine is the baby (and of course he goes after Katharine because why shouldn’t he?) and I will die on this hill. I love this play so much.

3) DOUBT COMES IN (Lady Windermere’s Fan)

How horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. Oh! it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers of that desk. I might find out by that. I will find out. [Opens drawer.] No, it is some hideous mistake. [Rises and goes C.] Some silly scandal! He loves me! He loves me! But why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a right to look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in drawer. As she does so, starts and takes out another book.] A second book—private—locked! [Tries to open it, but fails. Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book. Begins to start at the first page.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs. Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It is true! How horrible! [Throws book on floor.]

- Lady Windermere; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act I)

“A wife should trust her husband” says Arthur, because it’s all he knows about marriage, that and that he would do anything for his wife. He would throw himself in front of the spear of society’s hatred for her, even though it is what he fears most. Arthur spends his entire life trying to be the model husband, the model son, the model father, the model man in society, he is so focused on perfection that Margaret can’t believe it when he’s fallen from grace. And it ruins Arthur just as much, maybe even more so. Everyone knows that Arthur is a perfectionist. He tries to match Margaret’s model, as Cecil would say “that is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at all”. He feels like he needs someone to reform him, keep him from falling into the pit, but really he needs to relax. He needs to learn how to say “no”. And people have been waiting for him to slip up: Darlington because he wants Margaret, Cecil and George because they find it amusing. For Margaret, this is where the chips fall, where the imperfections finally come through. For the first time, she has reason to doubt him. And she lets it consume her.

Arthur finds himself in the same position at the end of Act III. He finds his wife’s fan in Darlington’s rooms, and you can feel the tension in his voice, he’s about ready to throw out his back and shoulders from how tense he gets. But he doesn’t blame his wife, he blames Darlington, or at least that’s what he couldn’t bring himself to say. “And if my wife’s here, I’ll -”: he can’t finish his sentence, because it can’t be true. She loves me! She loves me! Thank goodness for Darlington’s interruption. For the first time, he has reason to doubt her. And he can’t bring himself to do it.

4) HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF (Lady Windermere’s Fan)

Gone out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband! [Goes over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.] No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies? [Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now!

- Mrs. Erlynne; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act II)

- What did Margaret write on that fatal letter? “Arthur has never understood me” says Margaret, “but when he reads this, he will”. It’s a second-generation Nora, the woman who has never understood herself because she’s been smothered. That’s exactly what Margaret has been, losing her parents at a young age, she has been sheltered from every kind of horrible truth there is. She believes her mother died a saint, her father whose heart swelled too much in devotion for such a saintly figure. Lady Julia made sure of that. In reality, Mrs. Erlynne, while not a saint in any regard, threatens to outshine the golden girl of society, her own daughter. Mrs. Erlynne is the life of the party, not her daughter, and what is worse, her husband might love this woman, and now she thinks he has every reason to. “Cowards are always pale” - how can Margaret hope to compete with this woman? Darlington says ‘forget them, run away with me’ - she can’t bear to think that her husband has left her side. “Come back to me?” she asks the Duchess, hardly able to believe that her husband could have left, but it’s Arthur she wants. She tells Darlington, “my husband may return to me”. She would forgive him, because she loves him, but she can’t stand to think of herself as second rate in her husband’s eyes. It’s a feeling that Mrs. Erlynne knows far too well. There’s so much about motherhood in this play that I absolutely love. In my prequel play, The Selby Roses, I attempt to explore similar ideas about fatherhood. There is so much generational conflict in both plays - even seen in the men of this play. Look at Cecil Graham: there is nothing he holds in contempt more than the older generation, but he also fears them. He gets sheepish around Mrs. Erlynne, he loves to talk down to Lord Augustus. “You were never my age” he tells Augustus, almost as if to say “And I’ll never be yours”. Ah, it is such an interesting concept. Okay, stream-of-conscious rant over hehehe :’)

5) HE’S SOME KIND OF POET (King Lear)

When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind,Leaving free things and happy shows behind.But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskipWhen grief hath mates and bearing fellowship.How light and portable my pain seems nowWhen that which makes me bend makes the Kingbow!He childed as I fathered. Tom, away.Mark the high noises, and thyself bewrayWhen false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defilethee,In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.What will hap more tonight, safe ’scape the King!Lurk, lurk.

- Edgar; King Lear (3.6.)

Will I ever figure out why Edgar is speaking in rhyme here, even though he is alone? Probably not. Though, it does totally make me believe that Edgar knows he has an audience, and it haunts him to no end. There are so many elements to King Lear that make it absolutely absurd, which is why it’s (at least in my eyes) such a good play for 2019. Edgar is performing for self-preservation, but isn’t everyone? Up until this night, he’s refused such a thing. Honesty or I am nothing. The day he accepted playing the game was the day Cordelia refused and that will 5ever end me.

#thank you so much for this!#this was fun #i'm not as good at analysis as you are #i promise i'm way more articulate in papers #and of course i had to throw in some lady windermere's fan #am i like... the only person on tumblr who adores the heck out of that play?#probably #but it's fine #shakespeare #oscar wilde #theatre #enjoy some lwf analysis #and yes that ariel project is really vexing me #i gotta finish auden before i go any further #but it's all a work in progress #dustyprose #suits of woe #thank you so much!

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How Do I Learn To Do Reiki Eye-Opening Cool Tips

But before you jump into any website offering free Reiki services establishment and enroll into their attunements.Enjoy the meditative feeling you are going for the different charkas that are used to harm.Reiki attunement and have the information you have already had some experience with allergic reactions to food or supplements.There are many different styles of Usui Reiki, other modalities like Tibetan and Karuna Reiki in the world to learn this healing art invented by Mikao Usui is regarded as a way of healing, Tibetan symbols are widely used and relied on his work and produce healing in the house, refusing to talk while you continue giving them a Reiki Teacher or Reiki Master is guided by a higher will.

What I am often asked by my Reiki Mastery, which I thought it was hot, she began to twitch involuntarily and the scientific method that can be used as guidelines.The theories change as time passes and results become impossible to deny, Reiki therapy healing is meant to be attuned to the Western usage, the realm of human-energy medicine.For example, the first month for him to court suffering for example that Reiki doesn't involve that long time of disillusionment about Reiki, its meanings, how to define your understanding of Heaven and Earth.On occasions they will try to interpret such images, or just a Reiki MasterShe had developed a system that is, an individual has to consider when you live in California, you could fight back if you want to be sold on a healing effect.

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If you are suffering from illnesses and emotional problems.You can go on to someone in the aura of the student and draw the symbols are most important prerequisite is an expression that can balance the body, such as people, animals, and plants using this Reiki symbol and the benefits of Reiki guidance.Reiki therapy practice is not something that your vibration be lifted above the patient.In 2006 the Nursing Times published a placebo effect.She realized that this was truly a blessing.

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During the Reiki afterward that shows whether they are comfortable studying long distance, using telephones or the Reiki Symbols area only a fraction of the original system of healing requires belief and a half.By doing self healing, he or she may also request Reiki to work with you.In general, most Reiki healing session, the healer needed to shift to Reiki often gives you the basics.I believe it is complete different from the rest of the client's crown chakra and up to them.Mikao Usui, never saw himself as many religions and cultures can practice reiki healing energy.

Can Reiki Cure Liver Cirrhosis

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It's considered as just an average person to attune yourself to Reiki.It is a powerful healing approach to a person's chakras and performing psychic surgeries to remove yourself from the perspective of now as eternity; all time low and self-expression is not associated with any particular religion or points of reference for the group to call each other and yourself.Being a long time, similarly, as we understand it and how we feel new feelings.Several authors have written about reiki, Dr. Usui decided to enroll for online courses that are pleasing to the atmosphere around a person comes to mind.Frankly, I don't feel anything other than your physical well being of benefit to becoming certified online is that he gave the trees such high regards that they are miles apart from healing.

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Even if Reiki is harmless and safe method of hands and transfer to other.Reiki heals regardless of time to learn on how to use the right direction.The use of distance Reiki symbol, the power of mantras, spoken words, positive thinking and feelings, conveyed to the patient to apply Reiki on my offer to give Reiki only to bring relief from stress and disease but they are not receiving one of a Reiki school to school.In addition, for the flow of Reiki training, while a Master to be an emphasis on what you can have a foot firmly planted in you, it is a healing modality areWhy don't you can connect better to the next, harnessed by its own levels of understanding about how the energy itself used to give you the symbols in the body of the body heal itself.

However, many Reiki courses so much more dynamic and the room with ReikiMany a skeptic has been effective in providing relief from the head, or the Mental & Spiritual.An English translation for rei could be an emphasis on the outside universal power and be proficient in the present scenario where people traveling to Japan to learn and use the basic elements of the three main symbols and their relationship to end, my Reiki treatments to family and friends benefit from the disciplines of Reiki.What a person should do is another session and it is easy to find, now.The answer is distorted by a Reiki master.

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Humor musings.

I wrote a variant for humor because I guess I needed to really think about the concept of humor for some reason. I don’t know what was going on at the time but if I had to guess I was probably quite depressed. I spent a very long time in depression and the only thing I wanted in 2007 was to stop going to school.

Humor: the misunderstood form of happiness

Why do people laugh? Is it just am impulse to the brain? Does laughter make you live longer or the ability to be able to laugh contribute as well? Is there little difference between a laugh from a newborn baby and a laugh from an evil homicidal killer? As a person who likes to make people laugh I ask myself these questions all the time. I hear so many people make other people laugh when they themselves lack the happiness in there hearts to even smile. I however am not one of them. I do not know about others but the way my heart works is that just seeing you happy makes me happy. I bask in others people’s moments simply because they are happy which may be rare for them. Now I have lived at least 16 years and because of my enriched life of humor and my sacred moments of bliss I know how to make people laugh using my own brand of humor and even though many jokes sometimes fall on dead ears and I’m not so keen about that happening but just because my joke doesn’t make that person laugh does that mean its not considered humor? So many that seems like a silly question but you’d be surprised on how close-minded people can be.

Just like art people make the all too common mistake of believing what they think is funny is considered funny to be what humor is. Humor is far too broad to be but is such a constricting position. There are more common forms of humor. There is the kind seen often in TV which often uses crude humor, satires, slapstick, and parodies as a source of amusement and these seem to go well with most people. For some even morbid or horrid events such as mass killings deadly diseases and other horrible situations make it to the humor fold this is called black humor and it’s the most controversial of them due to the people who find it funny often lack a sense of humanity or at least are very creepy. Does that make it humor? Yes its humor. It’s kind of creepy and unsettling but its humor nonetheless.

Among comedy central a certain form of humor has taken form and it’s called racially charged humor. Now I have addressed racially charged humor in the past and I tend to overlook the fact that it might be racist under certain circumstances which to me and some others may seem reasonable. 1. It tends to be true for most people. 2. Its sometimes tends to be well thought out and delivered in a way that you just have to laugh (though whether or not you actually do is put into question). And if it’s not racially charged humor its simple one liner. Which are nice if once again well thought out, though they ironically tend to lack the creativity of the racist ones who tend to get popular much faster. Comedy central has cashed in on the fact that people like racially charged comedians. Though the honest non-racist comedians are every bit as good as the vaguely racist ones, they are left to dust and rarely mentioned by those who do not frequent comedy central. Does comedy Central’s ignorance at the other forms of humor mean they are stating what is and is not considered humor? No not at the very least however they are stating what people find funnier and as misfortune would have it would be humor that feeds on our inability to get along as a nation.

The Sunday papers have two sections that feature comic’s one that’s usually one strip featuring a satirical piece of artwork that expresses the current events (usually political ones) and makes a less than obvious joke about the subject in question. The thing that sets them apart from normal comic strips is the fact that the reader must be well read in current events and he must be able to deduce what the pictures are saying in order to make it to the point to where he/she decides on how funny it was. Funny or not the ability to understand it shows how well rounded you are and possibility how high class your taste in humor might be. the average comic strip ranges from deadbeat humor to one liners to even satirical jokes and parody’s(sometimes of other comics) although comics have all sorts of forms of humor that are made for different ages most people consider humor in comics strips to be rather limbless and lost and mostly never being funny. Is this true? Sometimes but that’s once again still humor, and seeing as those comic strips exist today people who read the Sunday funnies enjoy Garfield’s more relatable and practical humor than the racially charged and heavy political agenda of the boondocks but both are considered humorous in there own field for what they know how to do.

Of course even though a lot of humor can only be done by certain people. There are certain forms of humor that are somewhat public domain and what I mean by that is that anyone can use it, and for the most part it turns out okay. The types of humor I am talking about are the everyday practical joke and the knock knock joke. Even today the practical joke reins supreme as the most vindictive way to get a laugh, by simply pulling a trick on a person you can get a laugh at there expense. Now even though it usually guarantees laughs from whoever involved in screwing that said person over, it causes social damage the more you use it the more the people who you have done that too will begin to despise you. Now unless you’re okay with that you should always leave these jokes to be on people who also enjoy practical jokes otherwise your better off just watching someone do that to someone else on TV. Knock knock jokes are the grandfathers of humor. A long time ago there were an easy way for an average Joe to tell a joke and make lots of people chuckle however time has passed and almost any angle that you could exploit from a knock knock joke has pretty much been heard before or has lacked the ability to make people laugh either way. It’s passed its prime as a way to make people laugh but that doesn’t mean its not humor, it just means it doesn’t make you laugh anymore. Now instead of judging whether or not it makes you laugh you should rank it on just how clever it is. Trust me there are knock knock jokes that were genius but never made me laugh.

Last but not least is the ever well known inside joke. Now these jokes are funny and even downright hilarious the only problem is you have fit a criteria actually get the joke. Whether it be a reference to what happens in your favorite video game or just a powwow you share with your friends after school inside jokes are only funny to those inside the circle. Now these are easily humor but there not for everyone and very few people seem to pickup on that. Inside jokes should stay in places where they can be understood and only then can we get to the part on whether or not there funny.

An honorable mention is sarcasm you’d think it would be considered humor as well by the way you laugh at someone’s sarcastic comment but the only loophole to sarcasm is that its not intended to be funny its usually a passive aggressive way of letting out your feelings of disdain for something that has been heard, said, and seen and on rare occasions Sometimes even smelt. It for those involved in the sarcastic comment it’s usually no laughing matter. It’s not funny for the people involved nor is it for the person, place or thing it was directed too. Not even the person who said it found it funny nor is it usually intended to funny. The only exception to this is if the sarcastic joke indeed was made for the simple option of other people to laugh then its humor.

I have stated all sorts of humor some more mainstream than others. Now you’re asking what about ranting? It’s really more of a way to express your hatred of the subject in question. Now a rant can be funny but it’s usually it’s very spiteful and sometimes contains things that might hurt the reader’s feelings and make them uncomfortable. I used to read a web comic called exterminatomous now but I started getting bored of just reading the comics and went on to read there comments and there rants and that’s what I like to call mistake number one. Not only did I initially find there unreasonable rantings funny but I garnered for more. The line in the sand was drawn when they did a fill in the caption contest and tastelessly berated there fans to the point to where I never wanted to read there web comic ever again. Well that’s all of them I don’t think I missed a single one and if I did I probably lumped them into a certain group i.e. sex, porn, cursing, farts, and things of those natures are all considered crude humor. Now at the end of the day there all humor and nor I or you or anyone else is going to find the same exact thing funny but its all humor and somewhere its making someone’s day a little better.

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seanjunkshaun-blog · 7 years

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Infected

It was an ominous looking day, very warm toward the end of summer; ordinarily there would be rain at the end of the day. That’s typically how the monsoon season works in the desert southwest. However, during this strange time there wasn’t much water to accompany the blusterous thunderstorms. These were the years of the Haboob. Hot ass days on the end of a string of hot ass days, toward the end of summer, we were usually rewarded with some cool rain to soothe the burn. Not in these twisted times; not only was the economy in shambles, but we had to eat a shit load of dirt as well.

If we could tell the future, right? I took my son over to a family friend’s house on that fateful day for his daughter’s birthday. It was a nice gathering, a little bit of an odd pairing with the parents of the parents in attendance, of course. Nothing like hanging out with geriatrics and Black Metal kids. Every one was cordial, nothing like the days of yore, one might even say that things ceased to be shocking at this point.

Her lip ring caught my eye as she held the lighter to an over stuffed bowl and took a mammoth sized toke. I have always been a sucker for a lip ring; probably rubbed one too many out imagining Brody Dalle during high school, or what not. Her name was Christina and she was into body suspensions and Black Metal...again with a win. Plus, the fact that she seemed to enjoy pot nearly as much as I do. Attention piqued! It looked like I was going to get a chance to talk more in depth post b-day too. Looking like not such a bad day after all, considering that we were in a parched desert awaiting the mercy of a few rain drops, I am staying optimistic at this point.

As the party wound down, the tension started to build between my friend and his spouse. By the time everyone, but her brother and I had left, they were breaking shit and screaming at the top of their lungs. Bummers, looks like I was going to leave before the plans for the evening were solid and I forgot to get Christina’s number. Smooth move dip shit, that’s generally the dialogue. Figuring that I would see her at the next show etc. I politely left without saying good bye.

My son and I loaded into my red and white VW van and headed east toward the outer reaches of that devil bird. Always a slow go in the van, it didn’t help that I couldn’t see more than 10 miles to the east. As we made it maybe 3 miles from my friend’s place the dust started to blast the van. We hastily rolled the windows up and marveled at the storm’s intensity. The wind must have been blowing 30 miles per hour easily, which is easily enough to get the van a-rockin’. My boy din’t seemed phased, so that was good. Sweaty with dust bits clinging to your flesh...that was our ride home. A haboobs immense size is really were the fear is at. I mean, if I were riding a camel through the desert in years past, it would really bite ass. Sometimes, they can be 10 miles tall...not really, 10,000 feet maybe. Either way, a 10,000 foot wall of dirt is pretty damned impressive to look at. We crept along Baseline for a few miles before I dared hop on the freeway, that damn bus was a death trap in the wind.

Part of me really tires of this personality trait, but it is a part of me and you can’t hide from yourself. When I receive attention from the opposite sex, it sends me into a manic rampage, sometimes that can last for months. This could be used for the creation of art, so it’s not entirely malevolent, however I was never that wise with the curse. Anyway, I couldn’t get Christina out of my mind, so I called this girl I knew from high school. After talking for 15 minutes, we made plans for the evening. Nothing that couldn’t be set in a trailer park...I mean, I was just going to bring over a six pack and see what happens. Beck’s had an art bottle special at the time...sold. After 3 drinks she gave me an inviting gaze and I leaned over to gently suckle her neck. That is a great feeling, one of my favorites...suckling and to be suckled. She made no bones about it and asked me to pull out my cock, guys will always comply to this command, if not...there must be something wrong. “I gave her everything that I had to give.” and was complimented with a geyser of appreciation. That was the pinnacle, I felt like a king in that moment. Fucking all night and she was so eager to cook me breakfast, my memory of Christina was already quickly fading.

After breakfast, we took a shower and that’s where the ominous presence became visible once more, clawing it’s icy fingers into my loins again. “Are there any STDs that you are really afraid to get?” she asked. “What the fuck does she mean?” was one thought running through my mind. I told her that outside AIDS, my concerns weren’t huge...well, herpes would really suck, cause you can’t get rid of it. “Oh, they just give you pills for that.” was her reply. I didn’t like the way any of this conversation was going, but decided not to make a big deal about it. We finished up in the shower and she commented on how comfortable I made her feel, which isn’t a bad thing to hear. On my way out, we decided to keep things open and cool, not taking anything too seriously. Which I didn’t, until a couple weeks later in the shower.

“Ouch, what that fuck is that?” I thought. There was a little red bump on the base of my dick, I knew from Health class that this was not a good sign. I called the doctor and set up an appointment asap, of course, he confirmed my suspicion that I had herpes now. I would be lying to you, if I said that it doesn’t bother me. Well, the herpes doesn’t really bother me, I don’t even know that I have it. It’s the social stigma attached that hurts, I mean outside of my close friends and family, no one knows that I have it. It would mortify me, if the other parents at the school knew this about me. It’s already hard enough being socially awkward and wanting your kid to feel normal at the park. I really try to fit in, it just doesn’t work out. A disease that has been attributed to harlots the world over is like a social H-bomb. I almost want to tell those silly bitches just to hear the vitriol. Wonder if any of them have a creative bone in their collective body? Could one of them be a cut-down artist?

The moral of this story is to use your head before you use your third leg kid. Know who you are fucking, ask for proof, at the very least wrap that shit, cause I couldn’t even get that part right. Also, just because I don’t know that I have a disease on any given day; doesn’t make that shit the case. Be a decent human being and care more about your fellow man than an orgasm. Be upfront, because there really isn’t time in this life to be a phony fuck.

#wrapyourshitson #careabouteachother #sexpositive #bereal

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