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[allbeendonebefore]

Hi Hapo, I have always been a devoted fan of all your arts and your personal blog. I am curious, would you mind sharing your mbti and enneagram, if you have taken the test? Of course if you feel uncomfortable you don't have to answer it.

Hi I haven't gotten a wink of sleep so that's making me paranoid and suspicious most likely but uh, thank you, flattered, I apologise if this is rude but also like . What's it to you?

These personality tests aren't really very important to me and id be curious to know what you want with this information especially since i don't have a clue who you are so it's not exactly an equal exchange here :p or did you want to take a guess?

#im not uncomfortable with the request itself im just like #very used to anons asking things of me and then going silent so im kind of resisting it in my old age #hapo replies #like what is the end goal here

[athensandspartaadventures]

Hi Hapo, would you mind play the OC Askbox with Aasa characters? If so I would like 10 for everyone and 15 for Sparta.

[anon is probably referring to this meme on my main blog]

10. Free Space #1: Which of your OCs would be most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse? Which would die immediately?

I'll do a handful of the major characters, I don't know offhand what the more minor characters would do and I'd have to think about that longer, haha.

I mean, [spoilers] given how the great plague of Athens really instilled this sense of hopelessness and "every man for himself" and "dont care about other people because thats how you get infected", Athens would gain a handful of points on being self sufficient (but very quickly succumb anyway and get himself in some avoidable situation)

Sparta would refuse to acknowledge it was happening but wouldn't actually have any defenses against either the zombies or the hordes of people fleeing the situation to come take his resources, and of course he would no doubt have a helot uprising to deal with on top of that so he's already single-handedly fighting a losing battle just to look cool.

Corinth geographically would be in a secure position so long as the epidemic stayed local, and if things got dicey she would probably fuck off to Sicily or something.

Persia is a great shot and so long as he has the high ground or fast wheels he'd cut right through the zombies. His tendency to keep everyone at arms length but still rely on others for support would mostly serve him well (until he went in for a kiss or a hand hold with one of his chosen few elites who are Too Brave to admit they've been infected and omnomnom)

Ionia would be like, so busy trying to find a philosophical answer to who gets infected and why and she would get bit while arguing with some guy in the agora talking about how if we are just more righteous the whole thing will pass. (and maybe it wasn't even a zombie bite, i mean, you know how cynics are).

15. Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

Sparta's first instinct is "stand there and do nothing and stare" or "don't get involved in the first place", but I guess if say, we set him up on a road trip and he gets ambushed by a wolf or bandits or something, obviously he's going to fight because he does have a rep to uphold, even if he's going to lose.

Unless he sees them from a great enough distance that he chooses a stupid long route or turns around and goes back home, of course.

#Anonymous #hapo replies #aasa athens #aasa sparta #aasa corinth #aasa persia #aasa ionia #aasa meta

[hyperboreanhapocanthosaurus]

"#but i have met europeans who absolutely Loathe that we consider ourselves funny" They?? Dislike that we think we're funny? Or that other countries think we're funny?? why???

man i had this girl (Eastern European/Baltic iirc) in my German class many years ago who got very adamant about how unfunny Canadians are when we were brainstorming Canadian stereotypes to the point she wanted it removed from the whiteboard - I was being very good and quiet because I tried really hard not to speak English in class and I just did not have the vocabulary to explain that there are internal stereotypes and external stereotypes and neither of them necessarily have to be true.

I think she was of the opinion that our internal stereotype that we're funny is Very Wrong, but humour obviously varies a lot just in the anglosphere alone and I have no idea what kinds of things she found funny if anything or where she got this impression from. It's also, I figure, because many of our stereotypes come from our own myopia and comparing ourselves to the States only, we don't always perceive ourselves in relation to the international community because, well, they either distinguish us from Americans or more often they don't anyway. I felt that trying to have that conversation with her would have been a waste of time (and part of me recognized that she was probably just homesick because I've seen that adamant refusal to understand in myself before, haha)

#absolutely-flabbergasted #hapo replies #i would say we find ourselves funny because as is typical #we perceive ourselves as less on the nose and slapstick or mean as in American humour #we have the british passive aggression but a little more accessible/less elitist and more self deprecating #so to us at least we have the perfect balance #french canadians also have their own brand of humour that overlaps but is unique also etc #it doesn't mean the rest of the world has to agree or to Get It all the time

[acetechne]

if you want to draw her, tasha yar? or jadzia dax?

sorry i really gotta delete that post from earlier as i am not taking requests and i am going to do my best to continue not taking requests because that is kind of the whole point of the pinned post @@;

filed away for another time though! thanks for the suggestions

#Anonymous #commissions however... #hapo replies #i lov them though so now ill definitely be thinking about this #rotating it like a cow in my mind

[battle-of-alberta]

Wow your timeline of Alberta is super beautiful and amazing! Saying that Alberta started as a claw of dirt or decent from stars is so nice it's lovely to see

Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.

Ah, it does remind me there was a deliberate reason I used "this place" or "this land" instead of Alberta specifically at that point - it's part of the story certainly, but I feel like it could be equally said that Alberta came from the theft of those things. It's complicated, and I expected it to be!

#Anonymous #hapo replies

[lazylacadaemon]

Do you have any advice for high school students wanting to study humanities?

Sure! I’ll preface by saying this is my experience as a Canadian student at Canadian highschool and uni, it might make a difference. But here are some things I wished I knew or believed when starting uni.

1. People are going to hound you non stop about ‘what are you going to do with that’ whether you do social sciences, cultural studies, language, history, classics, philosophy… When I say be prepared I don’t mean have an amazingly detailed 4 year plan, I mean be confident in saying ‘i don’t know!’ sometimes!! In my experience so many people who have known what they wanted to do or who won’t shut up about what they are going to do after uni, whether they are in hs or uni, are the ones who are the most insecure. Sometimes those people aren’t actually prepared for the realities of uni and will end up on an entirely different track, and that’s ok!! Anyway, don’t waste time trying to make every single person believe in the power or value of humanities. For one thing, humanities teaches the ‘soft’ skills of communication and critical thinking that a lot of employers are missing from engineering or sciences; it’s really adaptable to whatever the market might throw at you in the future. Sure I don’t use ancient Greek in my every day life, but the challenge of learning a dead language, making inferences about a culture we no longer have direct access to, reading primary sources in the original language… All this was intensely valuable to me even if it doesn’t have obvious value to someone else.

2. To elaborate on that note, sometimes it’s the most important thing just to have a degree in Anything. This is as straightforward as it sounds: if you want that piece of paper, it’s far more worthwhile to get it by doing something that makes you excited to show up to or at least doesn’t make you miserable.

3. Re: plans changing, your first year is important for finding what you like and don’t like! Take some basic requirements, but also take classes that look interesting. I found out pretty quickly that I knew East Asian studies was interesting but not as interesting as classics/linguistics/art history within my first year. It’s really easy to change your major, but it’s best if you try a lot of things early on! Don’t worry about sticking to a path right away.

4. While you are still in high school, there are some things you can focus on. For example, critical thinking in humanities is vital, always be asking where a source comes from, the agenda behind it, the intended audience, etc. Always be on the lookout for your own bias and perspective. Never accept anything as fact or common sense immediately. That said, sometimes even in uni you won’t be able to write about your own opinions, it’s still a lot about making sure you get the basics. Still, critical thinking will take you very far in your essays (and whatever you study, there will be a Lot of essays.)

5. Also… Sometimes it doesn’t matter how good a writer you are. Sometimes you really have to watch your profs carefully for quirks. Some profs have a real hatred of semi colons for no reason. Sometimes English profs will be a non native speaker and might disagree with your intuition. Some profs will only give you an A if you mention the four humours in every essay. All real experiences of mine haha. Figure out what your profs like, don’t cater to them at the expense of your own opinions, but if you get docked on something silly on the first assignment, memorize that and move on.

6. If you have the idea that you shouldn’t ask for help, snap out of it asap before you get to uni! Even classes of 500 people have office hours where no one shows up because they are too nervous to ask for help. Ask your profs questions. Ask your high school teachers questions. Don’t be afraid to admit when you don’t understand. Your profs are there to help, even the scary ones! And if you befriend them, they will sometimes even go out of their way to check up on you if you get an uncharacteristically low mark and suddenly they are offering to buy you coffee or treat you to lunch at the end of the semester… My profs are gr8.

7. The best and most basic advice I can offer while you are still in high school is show up and do your work. I went to a subrural high school with a drop out rate of like 70% or something, I was one of the few who did go on to post secondary and I did it by being on time with all my assignments and just friggin doing the work and paying attention. It also helped that my dad was a uni prof and would proof my essays or at least discuss the assignment until I came to my own conclusions. It sucks but grades are what matters to get scholarships, you really have to stick to the system. Focus on classes you struggle with; if you hate math like me, you can still pull a 75% doing the work and trying your best, maybe higher if you ask for help! Eventually, you won’t have to do it again!

8. Oh and… If you are like me and find things like social studies too easy to study for… Try anyway. Try making notes as if you want to teach someone else. Try helping someone out. It seems unnecessary but if you do have the time, learning to study in hs and particularly learning to read textbooks will save your life at some point. Some lectures, like intro courses on anthropology, will be 50% on lectures and 50% on the textbook. If you don’t read the readings, it doesn’t matter how well you paid attention in class or how pretty your notes are. Your profs won’t remind you all the time, and if they’re real mean they might do pop quizzes on it. In high school, if you have the option to read ahead, do so! Look at the headings first, break down the topics you need to understand, and try to do it ahead of time so you can concentrate on the things you really struggle with. Oh, and put the date on Everything!! It might seem useless in hs but in uni it might save your life haha.

I hope this helps. Feel free to ask anything else anytime :)

#hapo replies #oh the humanities #studyblr #gradblr #advice #hapo's gradventures #hapo advice

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1 OCR struggles with (whose?) endpaper notes, at A Collection of Scarce and Valuable Papers, Some whereof were never before Printed... (London, printed for George Sawbridge... in Little Britain, 1712) Bodleian copy (accession stamp 17 November 1936) 2 OCR cross-column misread at “The Venetian, a Tale,” in The Lady’s Magazine, Or, Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex, appropriated solely to their use and amusement. (London; “For August, 1791”) : 411-416 (414) 3 ex OCR cross-column misread, involving a letter to the editor (author “unknown to us”) and “Prospects of Europe” at Niles’ Weekly Register (The Past—The Present—For the Future.) 17:3 (Baltimore; September 18, 1819) : 34 4 OCR cross-column misread, involving “The Romance of History : Woman’s Fidelity unto Death” and “Retribution”, at New-York Mirror 14:35 (Saturday, February 25, 1837) : 275 5 OCR confusion (inscrutable) at Charles [James] Mathews (1803-78 *). Why did you die? A petite comedy, in one act (London, 1837) : 20 BL copy, bound together with J. Palgrave Simpson, “Without Incombrances, A Farce” (1850?; BM stamp 1859) and Thomas Haynes Bayly, “You Can’t Marry Your Grandmother. An original petite comedy in Two Acts” (BM stamp 1859) 6 OCR cross-column misread, at “The Cabin Boy. A Tale, founded on fact.” [by C. B.] in The Rural Repository Devoted to Polite Literature 15:17 (Hudson, N.Y.; Saturday, February 2, 1839) : 129-133 (131) 7 OCR cross-colum misread at “Position and Prospects of Russia” (a passage on serfs, and either reform or revolution), in Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine 15 (December 1848) : 825-828 (827) 8 OCR misread, involving an m-dash and a cross-column jump, at M. Bethm-Edwards, “The Second Part of ‘Faust’: A Study,” in The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art 39:1 (January 1884) : 119-126 (120) 9 OCR cross-column misread, at The Count of Monte-Cristo or, The Adventures of Edmond Dantes (New York, 1893) : 243 10 obscure, evidently page 208 (in diagram), at Manufacturers’ Record (A weekly Southern industrial, railroad and financial newspaper) 45:10 (Baltimore; March 24, 1904) : 207 11 somewhat confused OCR cross-column misread, at “An advertisement that was discussed by an entire city” in The St. Louis Lumberman 48:1 (St. Louis; July 1, 1911) : 66 12 OCR cross-column misread, snippet view only, Pearson’s Magazine 36 (1913) : 366

The “chicken sandwich” passage can be found in Edgar Jepson (1863-1938 *), his Happy Pollyooly, the Rich Little Poor Girl (1915) : 84 13 inscrutable OCR cross-column misread at full-page advertisement for “The Coffield Tire Protector” at Automotive Industries, The Automobile 38:1 (January 3, 1918) : 171

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#onceings #amongso rothers #chicken sandwich #not backward in bind-period

[quatschmachen]

Nadir

Hello, it is I posting another monmonton fic.

This takes place 1980′s and according to Hapo is “frustrating in a bad way >: (”

Masterpost

XXX

He could only find him simply because they had explored the worst of each other.

Considerations in place, there was no way that he would gently sit down with Élyse and detail that sometimes they simply went to places where they could be ground down into nothing; where they could simply become insignificant, punishing their bodies through pleasure.

Instead he told her to not worry and that he would find him. Find the missing man, perhaps not his soul, but find the body of the man.  Get him functioning enough so that she would be satisfied, until once again Étienne went off the rails.

It had been a mistake to simply arrive without checking in. There had been those vague plans that he would come by, strung together with maybes, tied together with perhaps.

Things had shaken out that he did have time to visit Montreal, not that he would say he bent the time, shaped it so that it made sense for him to stop into the city where he could sink into the persona he was starting to feel more comfortable in, the man who didn’t care, the man who was everything he wished he could be, the man who he put on.

His key, still rather new to him, had easily slid into the lock and when he opened the door; he nearly jumped out of his skin to see Élyse standing there in the dark hallway, hugging herself in worry. She let out a sound of surprise, clearly not expecting to see him, and he stared at her wondering why the hell she was there.

Her eyes flitted around nervously, as she said in a false hopeful voice, “Oh? Does my brother know you are coming?”

“Maybe… no… I didn’t get the chance to call him.” Edward paused trying to get a read of the situation. He half wondered how much Élyse knew, but then perhaps he was being paranoid – he and Étienne had been friends for a good long time, so it should not be bizarre for him to simply drop by to see a friend. He always worried that the others would see the imprint of the other man upon his skin, feel the groove left in his body, or how he simply oozed with desire for him… he stifled that under bland demeanor and sweater vests. A proper man. A good friend. Not one whose hands shook to reach out and grab into the brown curls hard.

Her expression closed in on itself, “Ah sorry, then he’s not in… he hasn’t been in for about a week… I’m sorry but I think your visit has been a bit of a wasted journey. Would you like some coffee?”

Tilting his head curiously, Edward considered the situation. It hadn’t occurred to him that this would even be something he would face, the fact that Étienne somehow was not eagerly awaiting him. He had seemed enthused that he might be able to come over, enough to give Edward confidence to do so and now… Étienne was not in?

“Sure,” he replied as he fully entered and closed the door behind him effectively shutting the sunlight out, the rays shining through the small window at the top of the door casting Élyse effectively in shadow.

Sitting down across from her sipping the black instant coffee, Edward was not sure what to say. He had never truly been friends with Élyse, was not even sure what they had in common. He decided to start with the main question.

“Why do you say it’s a wasted journey?”

Élyse frowned considering what to say, glancing up at him as if judging how much information she could share, then sighed, “Oh sometimes my brother he… goes on adventures without telling anyone… he usually returns, but sometimes these adventures are days, weeks… months…” she trailed off. “He is very good at disappearing when he wants to.”

Slowly setting his coffee on the table, Edward tried to sift through all she had not said, read into the gaps. Adventures sure seemed like a nice word, a glossing over…

“Élyse, are you talking about your brother’s benders?” he bluntly asked and felt a small tingle of satisfaction as she nearly knocked over her coffee. Deciding to lay some of the cards on the table, Edward continued, “You’re talking around Étienne as if I don’t know him. I literally have a key to his place, he trusts me.” He let that hang in the air in silence for a moment, then added in a quieter voice, the one that won over people’s trust in their times of doubt, the one he reserved for the situations where he wanted the situation to go his way, and perhaps in a way that might not benefit the other person, “What do you need me to do to help?”

Rubbing the rim of her mug with her index finger, she took a steadying breath as her shoulders slumped, as if everything she had been trying to hold together got crumpled out of her; she was staring down, her eyes rapidly blinking, as she tried to get a hold of herself, and finally in a small voice she confided shyly, the words spilling out slipping out over one another like pebbles,  as if she had been dying for someone to talk to, anyone who cared enough to even ask, “He does this a lot actually, he disappears, he gets into one of his moods, and I try to predict them, I check in on him make sure he’s alright but something sets him off and he just disappears and it would be fine if he was well, but he’s y’know, he’s – he’s, well, he’s not well, uhm and usually when he does reappear he looks terrible and I just wish I could somehow help him, I don’t know what to do, I don’t even know where to look, I sometimes have ideas, but whenever I figure things out he changes his patterns so I’m just left here worrying not knowing when he’ll show up, phoning Emma because sometimes he just visits her and those times are fine, a fucking relief, but he’s not at Emma’s… and I just…” she took a shaky sip of her coffee, closing her eyes briefly, “He’s been gone for over a week now… he’s been slipping all this month, I should have stopped by sooner, I was so stupid not to. “

Edward considered for a moment, as her words came to an awkward halt, her face flushing as she realized she probably said too much.

“Do you know what may have set him off?”

“No… it’s hard to tell these days. Otherwise I could do better predicting these things y’know...”

Finishing his coffee Edward considered the situation. He had the time. Montreal was not just about Étienne, he could admit to himself. Montreal was where he could be who he wanted to be, but he could not be who he wanted to be with Élyse here cramping his style.

“Élyse, you’re tired, you should go home and rest.” He looked at her exuding the confidence he had mastered faking, the one that got him through the long meetings, “I have the time, I’ll find him.”

“I- are you sure?”

Edward shrugged, “Write your number down and I’ll call you when I’ve found him. What have you got to lose?”

It was that last argument that swayed her, “Shouldn’t I stay here though?”

Pretending to consider the proposition, even though everything of himself screamed that no she should not be around, he shook his head, “There’s no telling when we will come back, it’s better for you to go home.”

It was as she was leaving that she turned around at the door, her eyes suddenly hard, “If you fuck this up I’ll kill you.”

Edward smiled, feeling like the cat who got the cream, “Please Élyse, Étienne is truly blessed to have you in his life – I promise I won’t fuck this up.”

When she was gone, and Edward was finally alone, he finally let himself examine the feeling that had been brewing within himself when he had discovered Étienne not home. Outrage, anger, irritation, that Étienne had gotten started without him. Étienne was probably miles ahead in being fucked up, and it was entirely inconsiderate, he thought.

Changing out of his pedestrian clothes, the ones that had people trust him, he transformed himself into the man who desired oblivion, the one that screamed not to be trusted, and as he peered at himself in the mirror, hand firmly applying the subtle make-up touches, he found himself smirking as he murmured, “But I didn’t promise not to fuck him up.”

Snorting a bump to give himself the preliminary buzz, he looked outside, glad that the sun was setting, meaning it was time for the fuckups like him to leave the house. He carefully hid the key in the secret spot, knowing that it was better to leave it here and not lose it in whatever adventures he may go on.

His boots were heavy, his steps heavy on the heel, as he comfortably slunk down the streets to where he suspected the other man to be. They had been here together on numerous occasions, where words were unnecessary as they each sought the same thing.

The darkness of the night twined around him as he visited club after club, talking, drinking, taking whatever could get him fucked up, his inquiries not about the man himself, more where he personally could find oblivion, where he found the person with the deadest look in their eyes, knowing instinctively that they were the correct person to talk to. Until finally he got more of a scent to a party of a friend of a friend, where there was some really good stuff, where days and nights blurred together, and getting lost was being found. He was in the arms of someone he didn’t know the name of, their kisses scorching, bodies grinding together in the hot small hallway, his mind blank, as he lost himself, any thought of who he was meant to find lost to the wayside. Waysides however were not so easily found when the thrumming buzz of intoxication started to give way to the drag of withdrawal.

Groaning, wondering where the closest drugs were, anything to stop the low that was coming on like a tidal wave of misery. He was at one of the seedier clubs, the place where those who had no good place to call home ended up after more respectable places had closed for the night. Soft spots of light permeated the club, while the music thumped enough to fill bodies with vibrations of the music. Making his way over to the bar, figuring he could use a drink for thinking time, he stumbled slightly. A small part of him was aware enough that when he did leave this place, he was going to have the worst of hangovers. At this moment he did not care.

“Took you long enough,” a familiar voice chirped, causing him to jump slightly.

“Wha-?” Focusing he saw familiar blond curls, framing a face with impeccable makeup, red lipstick, and faint stubble.

“Why didn’t tell me you were in town?” An annoyed tap of the cigarette into the ash tray, “Or are you looking for your personal train wreck?”

“Martina… fancy finding you here… Do you have any good stuff?” Edward really wanted something to take the edge off, and not to be interrogated by Martina.

Adjusting their bra, Martina huffed, “I swear you two are built for each other, whichever one who ends up dead the fastest could be a bet.”

“Why are you here?” Edward tried differently, he wasn’t in the mood to socialize, and he knew if Martina got half a chance they would chat his ear off - Martina was great company when you weren’t hell bent on destroying yourself. Martina unfortunately had managed to hang on to a modicum of sense, even in the most wild of parties, to pull their asses out of the worst of it, not realizing that there were times when they desired the worst of it.

“Same reason as you, heard rumours of someone going downhill and wanted to investigate.”

“He here?”

With a sigh, they waved their cigarette over to an area across the room, “Alive and giving a line of eager suitors some blow jobs. Not that it should matter to you.”

Following the direction indicated, Edward could see a small lineup of men, orderly, going to the designated gloryhole.

“How long?”

“Long enough,” Martina said darkly, “I love cock as much as the next man, but his jaw should be fallen off and on the ground by now.”

“I want what he’s having,” Edward murmured.

“Those drugs are going to kill you two if sex doesn’t first.”

“Martina, why are you always such a joy?” Edward quipped as he began to walk towards where Étienne apparently was lurking.

“If I didn’t say it, no one will!” Martina snapped back.

Pushing through the crowd, Edward looked at the small line up, debating whether he should wait it out, but realized, that sometimes things would never end. Instead he peeked around the curtain, noticing the familiar curls.

If he didn’t know any better, he would say that Étienne had reached a state of cock sucking zen. Instead of being on his knees, he was comfortably seated on a stool, his mouth and hands working, eyes closed, his breathing even.

Instead of immediately disturbing, Edward silently stood there watching, as one man left and another stepped forward. The minimal words, the physical exchange, no need to bare souls here, just one obvious need meeting another. A simple binary of interactions. He completely understood the appeal, and on a level he could not quite explain felt slightly envious. If only all of life was so easy.

There seemed to be a lull in the men, and Edward realized it was now or never.

He reached out across the short distance, intending to touch Étienne, but realized perhaps this might not be the best idea.

<Got a light?> he settled on asking.

Étienne’s eyes snapped open, his body moving violently in surprise as he quickly turned his neck to look at him.

Étienne licked his lips, his voice rasping out in a husky tone, <Édouard? What the hell? When the fuck did you turn up?>

Edward modestly shrugged, <Recently. Dropped by your place but you weren’t there>.

Rubbing his jaw Étienne’s eyes narrowed, swallowing, as if attempting to regain his voice, <What the hell, you never told me you were actually coming, you bastard! I would have been there at the airport for you.>

Any hopes any other man might have had about a blow job from Étienne that night were dashed as Étienne stood up, his legs shaking slightly. Edward instinctively reached out, letting the other man hold onto it and lean heavily into him.

<Thought I’d try my luck, Élyse is worried sick by the way.>

Étienne rolled his eyes and let out a derisive puff of air, <Élyse can go fuck herself.>

<’Tienne?>

<Neddy,> Étienne purred as his hand slid down to Edward’s ass, <Let’s not talk about boring things? Look, there’s Richard, he has some of the best drugs, and if we’re lucky he can lead us to the next party.>

<Martina’s here.> Edward responded lowly.

<Killjoy Martina, I swear she wants us alive.>

In response Edward gave a low chuckle, <If only she knew, huh?>

Realizing that any further conversation would lead to nowhere, and honestly feeling too muddled to think too straight, Edward lazily felt himself fall into the usual pattern. Whatever was off with his friend was a mystery he probably wouldn’t solve, something he had accepted awhile back. It was doubtful that Étienne would view Edward as worthwhile for those tightly held secret aspects, aspects which Étienne probably didn’t want to admit to himself. Edward was there to provide fun and escape. Responsibilities were for a different person on a different day.

Étienne was by his side, his quest was effectively over, and they could lose themselves together.

XXXX

As the time slowly dripped between drinks, the places blurred together, faces repeating themselves, oblivion simply a repetition of actions enacted.  That marginal space where Edward half wondered if the people they talked to were simply ghosts of their present – the matching tired faces, bodies full of desire, becoming what they could not be in the daylight.

It was in that phase of the morning where the sun has not risen, but the sky has lightened and the fog from the river is eddying around your ankles, the city so quiet it was as if they were the only two people in existence.  Their pace was in no way fast, simply a meandering as if they had accidentally found themselves above ground, when they desperately needed to retreat back to the holes of the night.

Alone except for the shadow emerging in front of them. At first non-threatening, but it grew before them, a knife cutting through the fog.

<Have any smokes?> the words were rough, the person barely coming into focus.

<Yeah,> Edward reached into his pocket, fumbling slightly, his attention distracted not realizing what was happening until afterwards. It was too swift, Étienne moving forward, the sound of bodies impacting, Edward shouting, and then there was the punch to his eye and the rest of it seemed to disappear from memory.

 <-y? Eddy?>

Edward cracked open an eye, his head hurting like murder.

Étienne’s eyes were no longer glassy, more frantic and full of fear, damp from tears trapped in between being shed and held, <Oh god, Eddy - >

<What happened?>

Étienne’s eyes flicked down to his arm where a gash was slowly dripping blood, <Locals?>

<You’re bleeding.>

<You fucking blacked out!>

<I’m fine.>

<You’re not.>

<You’re worse off.>

<Eddy, I’m not even going there.>

<What did this local want.>

<Some cash, gave it to him, the usual.>

<The usual huh?>

<The Usual.>

Edward took a moment to get in touch with what was happening with his body, realizing that the fog was beginning to clear and the sun was starting to taint the sky.

<’Tienne?>

Étienne’s blood was slowly dripping onto his jacket. <Yes?>

<I swear to god if you ruin this jacket I will personally steal every left sock there is in your house.>

A moment of confusion, as Étienne processed this threat, his mouth moving before the thought quite caught up <Socks don’t have direction…> a moment <Wait…>

Edward in response raised his eyebrows.

<Étienne, I also don’t want to see the sun so the faster I’m hidden the better.>

<What are you, a vampire?>

<No.> Edward grunted as he stood up, <Just very tired and the drugs are wearing off.>

Étienne huffed, as if not sure what to say, before murmuring <I swear sometimes I think you are an older man than I.>

They were silent as they made their way through the park, ignoring the looks of the early risers, passing by the other creatures of the night scurrying to their respective holes.

Around them the air was changing, the birds awakening to the day.

The silence between them lengthened, the gaps beginning to show, where companionable friendship slid against each other like shale, steps quickening.

Étienne broke first, as they rounded the corner, his place in sight, “Every left sock?”

“Your left foot won’t know what hit it.”

Keys jangling, missing the lock, trying again, wrong direction, try again, finally, carefully, hand shaking, the satisfying sliding in, the easy turn, the distinct click.

“Let’s hope the jacket can be saved then.”

Later, as the jacket hung to dry, the sins of the night had been briefly washed off,  and wounds tended, Edward looked at the man beside him.

The hollowed-out cheeks, eyelids fluttering, not quite asleep, perhaps never quite there.

In many ways looking at Étienne was like looking at the physical manifestation of his own hollowed-out self. Invisible tendrils drawing him to the man’s naked pitiful body exposed to his roving eye, the covers twisted around his legs, his ribs their own mountain ranges, the tracks across his skin from heavy drug usage almost a map of the city itself, those marks blurring into the tattoos, tattoos to hide further sins? Or tattoos for pleasure? Edward was never quite sure when it came to his friend. Then again he was not sure about many things, why despite the physical distance between them they now were the type of friends to do those intimate acts of self harm with, to participate in the sacred rites that outsiders could never understand.

Despite the curtains best intentions, tendrils of light invaded, revealing how the man beside him was curled sleeping in an infant-like position, completely vulnerable. If somehow they could become inkblots on the Rorschach test they would be parallel wings, indistinct blobs between them, merely the vague ideas of other people.

Closing his eyes, trying to ignore how sore he was, Edward’s thoughts became disjointed, somewhere whispering that neither of them had no one to call home

#quatschfic #nadir #pc: edmonton #pc: montreal #pc: montreal west

[randomoranges]

Love potion au to wreck Hapo

Part 9

Étienne had picked out one of the nicer restaurants fortheir date; he liked coming here and figured Edward would enjoy it as well – asit turned out, it was Étienne who arrived first and he nervously sat at theirtable for two, fiddling with the cloth napkin, as he waited for Edward toarrive – they had agreed for seven and it was only 6:57, but Étienne knew thatEdward was never one for being late; he really hoped he hadn’t been stood upand his anxiety only got worse as his watch turned to seven and thenseven-o-one.

After another minute had passed, Étienne took out his phoneand texted Edward, asking him where he was; he didn’t get a reply, and Étiennestarted to think that maybe something had happened to Edward, when the door ofthe restaurant opened and Étienne spotted a familiar head of brown hair;Étienne let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding andstraightened his shirt while he waited for Edward to be escorted to theirtable.

Étienne got up from his seat when Edward arrived and went togreet him with a warm embrace and a quick kiss; Edward apologised for hisdelay, blaming the lack of parking spaces and then presented him with anotherrose and honestly, Étienne had never felt so doted upon and he had to admitthat as much as it still took him by surprise, he loved the extra attention,especially coming from Edward – and then there was Edward himself, dressed in agorgeous dark coloured shirt that went very well with his complexion, nice formfitting pants and a pair of boots that Étienne absolutely loved on him, “Youlook very nice,” he told him as they took their seats across from one another;Edward rewarded him with a beautiful smile and Étienne knew he was completelygone for this man.

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Part I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #au #ficlet #3 sentence fic meme thing #anon #reply #love potion au

[silverbluedust]

Random Moments with People Who Really Makes Sure I Don’t End Up with You

One time T-Rzl told me that I should come down with her in your office to get some stuff, I didn’t heard at first so I asked again. She answered and all I said was, “Hala, no. I can’t may klase ko.” She then replied, “Ay hala huo sorry Maam M.” Then a friend of mine interrupted, “No teacher no, ako nalang upda please.” T-Rzl just gestured like closing her mouth with her hand and looked at me laughing. Then this friend of mine, Scl, added “Teacher Rzl, I am just making sure she will not go with you and making sure that she will never end up with Sir _.” Scl laughed so hard and looked at my direction mocking me. I just smiled while raising my brows and left a smirk, saying “Whatever. As you please.”

See? Hahahaha how supportive are they? Hahaha they would tease me of being “ASA” at times, but hey? I didnt now brought up anything. Wala gid ko gamuno. Sila lang na ya. One time when she knew about you, like my kapid told her that we already sent to the validators the letters and she also told Scl that she scolded me since I didnt answer you politely. Huhuhu what did I do? I didnt even know I was harsh with answering you. Suplada haw?

Okay going back, while kapid was telling her she just raised her brows and said, “Diin na to?” I answered, “Ato pato.” Kapid added, “Kwaon lang to kuno karon.” Then she immedietely replied, “Ah okay, ako lang karon ma kwa ha.” Both of us just nodded. Fast forward, noon time. We were already downstairs, lobby to be exact and she told me, “Stay here. Just. Stay. Here. Diri kalang, ako lang malakat. Kwaon ko to sa iya. Indi na mag upod.” She was really serious like, yes I don’t even want go there. Who would want to go there when in the first place he wouldn’t even want to talk to me right? Hays.

Continueeeee, well here. I was really hoping, a bit that she would tell me to come with her. But knowing she knew I talked to you earlier, she never dared. Hahaha I don’t know why. I’m a bit frustrated since what my real intention is to explain to you further what is the study about and why like that and all. I really wanted to explain. As in. Really!!!!!! And yet, I guess you also don’t want to hear me out I know or talking to me would just ruin your day, so it’s better off. Hays.

Actually I am not really against her or anything. Maybe they just want to preserve me and not to make me hurt. Yeah, I understand. It’s okay, I know myself I will never end up with you since you clearly don’t like me but, that is absolutely fine sir.

I just hope that someday that, if now it is still you that makes my heart flutter and jump, I know that in the near future I will be able to completely feel that and give my 100% to the person that God prepares. Konting hintay nalang sir madula nagid ni ya. Sabagay, hapos lang ni ah wala man taya connection.

Hulton ko gid ya ang, “That person who will treat me right.” With respect, like a woman, like a person with worth, the one that will really take the risk, and the one nga mag effort. Kay kon gusto ya ko ya I know he will really pursue me and will never let me feel confused.

I am waiting for that.

[allbeendonebefore]

happy new yeeear \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬ may i have a tarot card please?

@noordzee looks like you're going to have an elizabeth bennet momen- oh wait :) that's not a tarot card hahahahaha

this kind and patient knight is going to help you with some of those bottled up feelings you have trouble with! it may not be horny but its definitely TIME to get CORNY!!!

channel that tamaki suoh energy and TELL THAT PERSON THAT THING THEY NEED TO HEAR THIS YEAR!

#noordzee #hapo replies #hapo reads tarot #we were playing Marrying Mr Darcy for the zillionth time oops

[athensandspartaadventures]

sorry for replying late but thank you so much for your Askbox answer this is so adorable! especially the island one I love every bit of it plz Athens this is a deserted island dont ostracize anyone :)))) and Ionia with antikythera is such a cute scene literally making me smile. the Sparta-Corinth dynamics is so vivid as in history ToT also may i ask about the reason you say Athens is more prone to grudging after Ch5, this association may be too much of a leap but does that have something to do with him becoming an empire, having more things to lose and thus becoming more defensive? (knows this appears weird like, replying in a thread while being anonymous in askbox, for personal reasons of my account i have to remain anon on tumblr i am sorry if that is weird)

there's no time limit apart from my own memory lol its not as though much is happening here at the moment.

But yeah its the Imperialism and just the point where he starts to believe that him holding grudges is like, worth something i guess, or a threat.

#Anonymous #hapo replies

[hyperboreanhapocanthosaurus]

Random question... Who is the person in your pfp?

Been wondering for awhile.

OH HA its former mayor of Edmonton Don Iveson - I put him in a flower crown because I needed a cheery reminder that decent politicians exist sometimes and I have a weird obsession with him. BoAB was somewhat inspired by the Hurtig lecture given by him and (now former) Calgary mayor Naheed Nenshi; they talked about the struggles and the future of municipalities and it got me excited about cities in a way that I hadn't thought about before.

the tag for stuff about him on this blog is iguanodon ivysaur though there's not much in there. But i have two favourite (short) (meme-able) videos featuring him here and here.

#the first time windex came to edmonton we got a photo taken with him lol #we surrounded him after he was throwing axes and were like ...senpai... #some people like sports stars some people like movie stars #and then there is me who is like GUESS WHAT DON LIKED THE MEME ABOUT KENNEY BEING EL CHUPACABRA #hapo replies #roniebuttercups #its because edmontosaurus is an iguanodon get it ahahahahahha

[acetechne]

I really love Ralph’s shirt pattern in the Condensed Milk comic. How did you do it?

ah, coincidentally it's one of the patterns that I drew (mostly) and not one that I downloaded from Clip Studio Assets.

It's something that many digital art programs (though not all) are capable of doing, and depending on the program you viewers at home are using, look up tutorials on how to do seamless patterns for that program. The process between doing it in Photoshop as I recall and doing it in Clip Studio are quite different, though you can get similar results with both of them.

Basically, I took an existing grid pattern with dashed lines that I had downloaded and hand drew the anchor in the centre. I made CSP's grid lines visible and separated the image into quadrants, made a selection of each quadrant, and copied and pasted that "piece" of the anchor before moving them into the correct corners. Then, I saved the entire image as clip studio material (turning tiling on) and put it in the materials catalogue in a place I'd be able to find it again.

It's on a transparent background, but I have changed it to black so you can see what the original image looks like:

It's not a perfect drawing, but since it's usually smaller it doesn't look as messy when tiled.

When applying it to the image, I have a separate layer for the shirts, so I just pop the pattern on top and apply a clipping mask (and make sure to mask it out of anyone else's shirts). I usually have to apply the pattern 2-3 times because sometimes a character will be closer or farther away in the context of a comic. In an illustration, I may still apply a pattern multiple times to re-orient it along the cut of the fabric (i.e. the collar and the sleeves might face a different direction than the body of the shirt).

#hapo replies #anonymous #art tips #clip studio paint #hapo tutorial #wonder who he got the shirt from hrmmm #i just noticed there is a panel where the bigger pattern wasnt masked out fml #sometimes csp is like yes its hidden! #and then when i save to png it is like PSYCH ITS STILL THERE

[battle-of-alberta]

Have any of the Albertans read Twilight? I'd like to know what their opinion on Twilight is

sorry this is all you get

#90% of the time if its something a. irrelevant and b. i don't care about it then i can't be assed to figure out how they feel #not part of the mandate of the blog etc etc #boab ask #hapo replies #anonymous

[lazylacadaemon]

eleanorbryony replied to your post: “I’m about to start a new bullet journal, and I was wondering if anyone...”:

One thing I'd say is break your tasks down so they don't last any more than an hour, that way you're not overwhelmed also maybe some kind of visual progress map? A Gantt chart would work well in a bujo

Thank you so much! I’ll definitely investigate this :D

#eleanorbryony #hapo replies