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psychewithwings · 3 years

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Pt. 1 A Visitor... Once Again Kirishima x Goddess!reader

hello hello, this is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme was ‘mythology and lore’ and hit very close to my ancient greek loving soul. We have so many wonderful writers and artists that have worked hard so pls check out the rest of the collab here!!!

I’ve been rather ill and so I’ll be breaking it up into parts, part 2 will be out as soon as I am feeling more myself (which will hopefully be next week). Please enjoy a story about 2 of my favourite characters. Kirishima Eijirou, as his hero self (tho with a demi-god twist) and reader! as Kalypso, the goddess, daughter of Atlas, the titan who holds up the sky. Her curse is that she is forced to live alone on an island and fall in love with any visitor who falls to her shores. Once she falls for them, she is forced to ask if they would like to stay and she may grant them immortality if they say yes, and if not? They may leave. They have no way of leaving the island until she falls in love. She is a kind and wonderful character and I have a lot of love for her, (perhaps I relate to her a bit too much) so it is an honor to tell a new version of her story.

This is set in present day even tho Kalypso is an ancient greek figure, Kirishima is about 25-28 here? Pro hero Kiri!

TW: a small sex scene in the beginning, little bit of dirty talk, penetration

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“Fuck, thats it baby, feel it going all the way inside? Feels good right?” You moan into his neck, “s-so good.” He starts to thrust in and out slowly. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back… his… names and faces are unimportant blurs as he continues to thrust inside. Each drag of his cock hits each sweet spot and taps against your cervix. “Fuck~ you feel so fucking good darling, so-fucking-good, perfect, fucking perfect… yeah that's it clamp down on my cock, massage it with that perfect pussy.” His hand slips between your sweat soaked bodies and rubs quick circles over your clit. “Gonna cum for me baby? I can feel it, you’re about to gush~” You cry into his neck, soft tears of ecstasy hitting his skin. You’re close, so very close-

“Hello? Hey!!! Is anyone home?? Hello?”

You open your eyes and the man above you, the cock inside you, all falls away. It had all been a dream… a delicious, wonderful dream. A dream that had been ruined by an incurable racket. You stare groggily at the ceiling. The ache in your core of having been so close to cumming now boils into a rage. “Hello?!?! Is someone here? Hello??” Your brow crinkled in confusion as to who the rasping voice belonged to. You check to see if you had somehow managed to flip the tv on but the screen was dark. “Does anyone live here?” It dawned on you then… It’s a visitor.

You check the clock that blinks 5:37AM. You groan into a pillow and kick your legs in an attempt to relieve the ache. Your bare thighs are covered in your arousal, which has turned into your frustration. You stay lying still in hopes that he will go away, leave you alone, never return. “HELLO????!?!” But he had to stop screaming and it didn’t seem like he was going to until he came into contact with someone… You knew the nature of the curse well enough at this point but you would try to rebel as long as you could…

You flip the covers off of your body and slowly walk to grab a robe to cover yourself with. You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror while you finish tying the robe. “We got this,” you point to yourself, “no falling in love this time, no falling in love no matter what, ever again, you hear me?” You nod back to yourself. “Pinkie swear.” You touch pinkies with the mirror and laugh coldly. “No more foolish love,” you sarcastically remark before opening the french doors and stepping onto the balcony.

You stare down at the man who had been shouting for so long and your heart drops. He’s beautiful, red hair hanging in his face, still wet with the sea. His body must have been designed by the muses and chiseled by delicate hands. It’s clear even through his clothes. Son of Ares? Or even Zeus perhaps? He is interesting, never had you seen a demigod with such clear physical strength and kind eyes. The combination was rare. He gives you a grin which then fades to surprise. “Oh- I am so sorry, my manners,” he laughs nervously before slowly kneeling on the ground. “Great Goddess, I humble myself now in front of your grace and all encapsulating beauty…” You roll your eyes hoping he will take the hint and shut up. It wasn’t any different from the men before him… It was the same shit as always, though you were disappointed, this one seemed different upon first glance. “...your magnificence is profound, you are both elegant and ethereal in your just standing there-” you cut him off before he can continue the asinine speech. “Ya done?” you ask bluntly.

His eyes grow wide and he softly utters a “what?” You roll your eyes and lean on the gold railing. “Dude, it’s 5am, you’re yelling and ranting, can ya just get to the point?” He remains on his knees in a bow. His pitch varies with confusion as he speaks. “My ship, uhh I crashed it on your shore, and I was hoping that you could umm, maybe assist me in getting home? I-” he hangs his head for a moment, perhaps in exhaustion before continuing. “I have no GPS, no compass, not even a map… if I could do it without bothering you, I would, nothing you for help isn’t very manly... but please Goddess, please help me get home.” You sigh, century after century of the same request has really weakened your patience, though he had asked nicer than most. “You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future,” you smile slightly. You wait for the look of annoyance, frustration, fear… but it never comes. In fact he gives a slight half smile as he stands. “Well, nothing we can do?” he asks. “‘Fraid not,” you sigh. He starts to say something else but he winces. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuine concern bleeding through the nonchalant tone you had been practicing the past milenia. He nods and grabs hold of his side. “I got a little beat up, but don’t worry goddess, ‘tis but a flesh wound,” he tips his head down. As he raises his head he looks deathly pale. “Hey sit down okay?” you call down to him, but it’s too late. His eyes roll back and he collapses. “Shit-” you mutter to yourself as you run down to him.

He lays there in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow. “Wish you’d said you were hurt first dummy,” you grumble before assessing the situation. You need to get him to the herbs and the back porch. This wouldn't be easy, he’s big, huge really. But he collapsed on his side which makes things easier. You hook an arm around one of his and the other around a leg. It takes a lot and it's a staring but you manage to lift him on your shoulders. If your father can hold up the sky, you can surely carry this brick house of a man back to the bed on the porch.

You step into the house while fireman carrying him to the screened-in porch to lay him down on the daybed. You place him carefully in the soft, green covers and he whines softly. “You’re gonna be just fine,” you reassure gently. Your back porch was reserved for growing herbs, arts and crafts, summer sleep, and it occasionally became a makeshift infirmary when visitors came to you injured and in need of patching up. It happened once every few centuries…

You grabbed some fabric scissors and cut away his shirt to reveal what had been ailing him. You hoped for a broken rib, those were easy to heal with a careful dose of leaf from the widows bone flower and some angel root. But what lay beneath was worse than imagined. A deep gash in his side had tried to close over and heal but it’s irritated, angry. The wound is oozing a sickly yellow pus and iridescent ichor. The skin around it is red with infection. This is one of the worst you’d been brought with. You touch his head, it’s hot and sticky with sweat. This wasn’t good. “Wait here, okay?” You grab a clump of angel root and take it back inside to the kitchen, setting it in a pot of water to boil. You grab a cloth and wet it under the sink in cold water.

You place it on his forehead and sit on the bed beside him. His face was relaxed and he was even more beautiful now. You brush the hair from his eyes and smile down at him, there was something familiar about him… like you’d met before. Though no one could return to Ogygia.

You lean down to where you can speak over his heart in a language that cannot be written or replicated... But the meaning of the words would go something like:

You are healing

You are youthful and strong

Your heart knows how to heal because it is made of love

Pure love can heal anything

You are healing now

You repeat this chant until you hear his breath deepen and watch the cut sooth. It’s a small enchantment but it has done its job. Sure, you’re no Circe, or her brethren, but you’re an enchantress all the same.

You rush back inside and grab the angel root, that's now wet and flexible from being submerged in water. You lay it across his wound before wrapping it carefully. “There now, wait here and I’m going to get you some nectar to drink,” He doesn't respond but his face is relaxed, less anguished, less in pain. You sigh in relief, hopefully that will be enough to close the wound in a day or so, else he will need to be stitched up.

You return with a small bottle of nectar and a dropper to feed him with. You coax his jaw to relax with your hand before dropping the nectar slowly onto his tongue. “You heroes are an awful lot of trouble… you know that?” You continue to feed him slowly so he won’t choke. You sigh in relief as the colour returns back to his face. He’s so beautiful he’s almost glowing, you start to reach for him, to brush the hair from his eyes but you stop yourself and turn away. “No, no love this time, remember?” you say to your reflection in the glass of the windows.

His eyes flutter open with long slow blinks. You watch as they focus on you. He blinks again. “Elyssium,” he breathes and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, Ogygia,” you correct gently. “I’m Eijirou,” he smiles. You laugh again. “No no, this island, where you are is called Ogygia, you aren’t dead,” you assure. He blinks up at you still and you curse the gods for creating him to be so breathtaking. “And what are you called?” he asks. He attempts to sit up but finds it difficult. You place your hand on his head, it’s warm and you can feel his brow relax against your palm. “You’re much better now, but just take your time…” His hands touch his torso and then move to his head. “You healed me?” You nod, “I’ll have to sew this one the rest of the way, it was quite deep.” He circles his hand around your arm, his thumb stroking soft circles. “Thank you, goddess,” he murmurs. You pull away, his touch sending lightning down into your fingertips. You don't remember the last time you had a visitor on this island of yours… but none of the previous visitors seemed to matter anymore, even though each one had stolen your heart some way or another. But no- no love, not this time, not now, not again… It hurt, but you suppressed the feelings of desire and brushed your hands down the front of your robe. “It’s nothing, but for the love of the lethe, stop calling me goddess. Kalypso is fine, just Kalypso.”

He grabs your hand as you turn to leave, “thank you... Kalypso, thank you for saving my life.” In all the years you had been saddled with this curse, it was rare for the visitor to say your name... and none of them, had said your name quite like that.

You pull your hand from his grasp and make sure not to look back, even though you want to. “You’re welcome,” you answer simply, “I’ll uhh- get you some water.”

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tcm · 3 years

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Reframing Films of the Past: An Interview with TCM Writers

All month long in March, TCM will be taking a look at a number of beloved classic films that have stood the test of time, but when viewed by contemporary standards, certain aspects of these films are troubling and problematic. During TCM’s Reframed: Classics in the Rearview Mirror programming, all five TCM hosts will appear on the network to discuss these issues, their historical and cultural context and how we can keep the legacy of great films alive for future generations.

Also joining in on this conversation are four TCM writers who were open enough to share their thoughts on their love of classic movies and watching troubling images of the past. Special thanks to Theresa Brown, Constance Cherise, Susan King and Kim Luperi for taking part in this conversation. Continue the conversation over on TCM’s Twitter.

What do you say to people who don’t like classics because they’re racist and sexist?

KL: There are positive representations in classic Hollywood that I think would blow some peoples’ minds. I always love introducing people to new titles that challenge expectations.

That said, anyone who broadly slaps a sexist or racist label on a large part of the medium’s history does a disservice to cinema and themselves. That mindset keeps them ignorant not only of some excellent movies and groundbreaking innovation but history itself.

I think people need to remember that movies are a product of their time and they can reflect the society they were made into a variety of degrees - good, bad, politically, culturally, socially. That’s not to excuse racism or sexism; it needs to be recognized and called out as such for us to contend with it today. But it’s important for people who say they don’t like classics for those reasons to understand the historical context. In particular, we need to acknowledge that society has evolved - and what was deemed socially acceptable at times has, too, even if sexism and racism are always wrong - and we are applying a modern lens to these films that come with the benefit of decades worth of activism, growth and education.

SK: I totally agree K.L. For years I have been encouraging people to watch vintage movies who keep proclaiming they don’t like black-and-white films or silent films. For every Birth of a Nation (1915) there are beautiful dramas, wonderful comedies and delicious mysteries and film noirs.

These films that have racist and sexist elements shouldn’t be collectively swept under the rug, because as K.L. stated they shine a light on what society was like – both good and bad.

CC: First off, fellow writers may I say, I think your work is amazing. I'm continually learning from the talent that is here, and I am humbled to be a part of this particular company. Similar to the prior answers, for every racist/sexist film the opposite exists. Personally, classic musicals attracted me due to their visual assault, creativity and their unmistakable triple-threat performances. While we cannot ignore racist stereotypes and sexism, there are films that simply are "fantasies of art." There is also a review of evolution. In 20 years, what we now deem as acceptable behavior/conversation will be thought of as outdated and will also require being put into "historical context." What we collectively said/thought/did 20 years ago, we are currently either re-adjusting or reckoning with now, and that is a truth of life that will never change. We will always evolve.

TB: I would say to them they should consider the times the movie was made in. It was a whole different mindset back then.

Are there movies that you love but are hesitant to recommend to others because of problematic elements in them? If so, which movies?

TB: Yes, there are movies I’m hesitant to recommend. The big one, off the top of my head, would be Gone With the Wind (1939). The whole slavery thing is a bit of a sticky wicket for people, especially Black folks. Me, I love the movie. It is truly a monumental feat of filmmaking for 1939. I’m not saying I’m happy with the depiction of African Americans in that film. I recognize the issues. But when I look at a classic film, I suppose I find I have to compartmentalize things. I tend to gravitate on the humanity of a character I can relate to.

KL: Synthetic Sin (1929), a long thought lost film, was found in the 2010s, and I saw it at Cinecon a few years ago. As a Colleen Moore fan, I thoroughly enjoyed most of it, but it contains a scene of her performing in blackface that doesn’t add anything to the plot. That decision brings the movie down in my memory, which is why I have trouble recommending it.

Also Smarty (1934), starring Warren William and Joan Blondell, is another movie I don’t recommend because it’s basically about spousal abuse played for comedy, and it did not age well for that reason.

SK: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961): Audrey Hepburn is my favorite actress and I love her Oscar-nominated performance as Holly. I adore Orangy as Cat, as well as George Peppard and Buddy Ebsen, who is wonderfully endearing. And of course, “Moon River” makes me cry whenever I hear it. But then I cringe and am practically nauseous every time Mickey Rooney pops up on screen with his disgusting stereotypical performance as Holly’s Japanese landlord Mr. Yunioshi. What was director Blake Edwards thinking casting him in this part? Perhaps because he’s such a caricature no Japanese actor wanted to play him, so he cast Rooney with whom he had worked within the 1950s.

CC: I cannot necessarily state that I am in "love," but, a film that comes to mind would be Anna and the King of Siam (1946). It is an absolutely beautiful visual film. However, Rex Harrison as King Mongkut requires some explanation.

Holiday Inn (1942), and the Abraham number...why??? Might I also add, there were many jaw-dropping, racist cartoons.

How did you learn to deal with the negative images of the past?

KL: I often look at it as a learning experience. Negative images can provoke much-needed conversation (internally or with others) and for me, they often prompt my education in an area that I wasn’t well versed in. For instance, blackface is featured in some classic films, and its history is something I never knew much about. That said, seeing its use in movies prompted me to do some research, which led me first to TCM’s short documentary about blackface and Hollywood. I love how TCM strives to provide context and seeks to educate viewers on uncomfortable, contentious subjects so we can appreciate classic films while still acknowledging and understanding the history and the harmful stereotypes some perpetuated.

SK: It’s also been a learning experience for me. Though I started watching movies as a little girl in the late 1950s, thanks to TCM and Warner Archive I realized that a lot of films were taken out of circulation because of racist elements. TCM has not only screened a lot of these films but they have accompanied the movies with conversations exploring the stereotypes in the films.

CC: As a Black woman, negative images of the past continue to be a lesson on how Blacks, as well as other minorities, were seen (and in some cases still are seen) through an accepted mainstream American lens. On one hand, it's true, during the depiction of these films the majority of Black Americans were truly relegated to servant roles, so it stands to reason that depictions of Black America would be within the same vein. What is triggering to me, are demeaning roles, and the constant exaggeration of the slow-minded stereotype, blackface. When you look at the glass ceiling that minority performers faced from those in power, the need for suppression and domination is transparent because art can be a powerful agent of change. I dealt with the negative images of the past by knowing and understanding that the depiction being given to me was someone else's narrative, of who they thought I was, not who I actually am.

TB: I’m not sure HOW I learned to deal with negative images. Again, I think it might go back to me compartmentalizing.

I don’t know if this is right or wrong…but I’ve always found myself identifying with the leads and their struggles. As a human being, I can certainly identify with losing a romantic partner, money troubles, losing a job…no matter the ethnicity.

In what ways have we evolved from the movies of the classic era?

KL: I think we are more socially and culturally conscious now when it comes to stories, diversity and representation on screen and behind the scenes, which is a step forward. That said, while there's been growth, there's still much work to be done.

SK: I think this year’s crop of awards contenders show how things have evolved with Da 5 Bloods, Soul, One Night in Miami, Minari, Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom, The United States Vs. Billie Holiday, Judas and the Black Messiah and MLK/FBI.

But we still have a long way to go. I’d love to see more Native American representation in feature films; more Asian-American and Latino stories.

CC: There are minority artists, writers, producers, directors, actors with the increasing capacity to create through their own authentic voice, thereby affecting the world, and a measurable amount of them are women! Generally speaking, filmmakers (usually male) have held the voice of the minority narrative as well as the female narrative. I agree with both writers above in the thought that it is progress, and I also agree, more stories of diversified races are needed.

TB: One important way we've evolved from the movies made in the classic era by being more inclusive in casting.

Are there any deal-breakers for you when watching a movie, regardless of the era, that make it hard to watch?

KL: Physical violence in romantic relationships that's played as comedy is pretty much a dealbreaker for me. I mentioned above that I don't recommend Smarty (1934) to people, because when I finally watched it recently, it. was. tough. The way their abuse was painted as part of their relationship just didn’t sit well with me.

SK: Extreme racist elements and just as KL states physical violence.

Regarding extreme racist elements, D.W. Griffith’s Birth of a Nation (1915) is just too horrific to watch. I was sickened when I saw it when I was in grad school at USC 44 years ago and it’s only gotten worse. And then there’s also Wonder Bar (1934), the pre-code Al Jolson movie that features the Busby Berkeley black minstrel number “Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule.” Disgusting.

I also agree with KL about physical violence in comedies and even dramas. I recently revisited Private Lives (1931) with Norma Shearer and Robert Montgomery based on Noel Coward’s hit play. I have fond memories of seeing Maggie Smith in person in the play when I was 20 in the play and less than fond memories of watching Joan Collins destroying Coward’s bon mots.

But watching the movie again, you realized just how physically violent Amanda and Elyot’s relationship is-they are always talking about committing physical violence-”we were like two violent acids bubbling about in a nasty little matrimonial battle”; “certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs”-or constantly screaming and throwing things.

There is nothing funny or romantic about this.

KL: I try to put Birth of a Nation out of my mind, but S.K. did remind me of it again, and movies featuring extreme racism at their core like that are also dealbreakers; I totally agree with her assessment. I understand the technological achievements, but I think in the long run, especially in how it helped revive the KKK, the social harm that film brought about outdoes its cinematic innovations.

CC: Like S.K., Wonder Bar immediately came to mind. Excessive acts of violence, such as in the film Natural Born Killers (1994). I walked out of the theatre while the film was still playing. I expected violence, but the gratuitousness was just too much for me. I also have an issue with physical abuse, towards women and children. This is not to say I would not feel the same way about a man. However, when males are involved, it tends to be a fight, an exchange of physical energy, generally speaking, when we see physical abuse it is perpetuated towards women and children.

TB: I have a couple of moments that pinch my heart when I watch a movie. It doesn’t mean I won’t watch the movie. It just means I roll my eyes…verrrrry hard.

-Blackface…that’s a little rough; especially when the time period OF the movie is the ‘30s or ‘40s film.

-Not giving the Black actors a real name to be called by in the film (Snowflake…Belvedere…Lightnin’). I mean, can’t they have a regular name like Debbie or Bob?

-When the actor can’t do the simplest of tasks, i.e. Butterfly McQueen answering the phone in Mildred Pierce (1945) and not knowing which end to speak into. What up with that?

Are there elements they got right that we still haven’t caught up to?

KL: I don't know if the pre-Code era got sex right (and sensationalism was definitely something studios were going for) but in some ways, I feel that subject was treated as somewhat more accepted and natural back then. Of course, what was shown onscreen in the classic era was nowhere near the extent it is today, but the way the Production Code put a lid on sex (in addition to many other factors) once again made it into more of a taboo topic than it is or should be.

One thing I particularly hate in modern movies is gratuitous violence, and it perplexes and angers me how America weighs violence vs. sex in general through the modern ratings system: films are more likely to get a pass with violence, mostly landing in PG-13 territory and thus making them more socially acceptable, while sex, something natural, is shunned with strictly R ratings. Obviously, there are limits for both, but I think the general thinking there is backwards today.

CC: The elegance, the sophistication, the precision, the dialogue, the intelligence, the wit. The fashion! The layering of craftsmanship. We aren't fans of these films for fleeting reasons, we are fans because of their timeless qualities.

I'm going to sound like a sentimental sap here, ladies get ready. I think they got the institution of family right. Yes, I do lean towards MGM films, so I am coloring my opinion from that perspective. Even if a person hasn't experienced what would have been considered a "traditional family" there is something to be said about witnessing that example. Perhaps not so much of a father and a mother, but to witness a balanced, functioning, loving relationship. What it "looks like" when a father/mother/brother/sister etc. genuinely loves another family member.

I was part of the latch-key generation, and although my parents remained together, many of my friends' parents were divorced. Most won't admit it, but by the reaction to the documentary [Won't You Be My Neighbor?, 2018], the bulk of them went home, sat in front of the TV and watched Mr. Rogers tell them how special they were because their parents certainly were not. We don't know what can "be" unless we see it.

#Reframed #TCM #Turner Classic Movies #representation #racism #sexism #inclusion #diversity #cinephile #film #old Hollywood #Theresa Brown #Kim Luperi #Susan King #Constance Cherise

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Ok wait so that stupid post about me wanting to marry the insanely cool Reid Burke actually makes me want to know: how does Reid's life play out? We know he becomes a comedian and goes to Sp*ncer's wedding, but what else?

I was in such a Reid mood the night you sent this ask that I almost wound up answering it straightaway, despite it not being the designated drama club day of Monday. In the end, I had to eat dinner that night, and decided I wanted to write the ask fill when I could actually pay full attention to it— so we’ve waited until now to address this topic.

Here’s the post that sparked this ask. I was going on and on about the forthcoming drama club fic on ao3 (which, by the way, new chapter or possibly chapters tonight), and I wound up shitposting about how I love Reid. Via agreed.

And now we’re here! So in the spirit of it being Monday (not evening, but still Monday), I am going to tell you about Reid’s post-college future. For the curious mind.

You’re right, Via— Reid becomes a comedian, and yes, he does go to Sp*ncer’s wedding for the sole and deliberate purpose of wanting to tell fake stories and get free food. By the way, here’s a fun post about the dynamic between Reid and Spencer, which you will see in more depth in the future chapters of the drama club fic.

Also, this was pointed out to me quite a little bit ago in the comments on the first fic with the drama club characters, but the naming of two characters who interact a lot as Spencer and Reid respectively is apparently a Criminal Minds reference. I don’t actually watch that show. But I thought you should know I’m not doing this on purpose.

Anyway, Reid’s future. Let’s talk details.

- He graduates with honors from Kiersey because he deserves it and I love him. His major is a double, in history and theatre. That’s a weird double major, and screams ‘struggling to find a job’, but who cares. Let him live. And before you roast me for roasting humanities students, I’m a double major in history and religion, so I’m in the exact same boat as Reid and his brethren.

- Before I even talk about Reid after graduation, I want to talk about Reid’s love life, because it becomes relevant when talking about his future. He has the same girlfriend from his freshman year at Kiersey all the way up until they graduate. This makes it sound like they break up when they graduate. They don’t. I was just trying to illustrate that they date the whole time.

- Bri, Reid’s girlfriend, is featured very briefly in this ficlet (which now doubles as the drama club fic prologue on ao3). I think I also had Reid talk about Bri in the drama club ask game awhile back, because there was a question for everybody about whether you’re in a relationship.

- From Missouri with a major Midwestern accent to prove it, Bri (her full name is Brianna) is an art student through and through. She probably knew Lardo, although Lardo was two years ahead of her. Her focus is in ceramics, but she also studies art history, so her future is not only in selling her own art but also in working in a museum/gallery.

- That’s important for you to know with respect to Reid only because I am now going to reveal to you that, even though they are both from the Midwest (Reid is from Wisconsin), Reid and Bri move to New York (City) after graduation. Bri secures a job at the MET because I want her to prosper in her artist ways, while also selling her art on the side, and Reid...

- Oh, Reid. :)

- Alright. The first thing of many things. Reid and Bri have literally no money. They’re in serious student debt, and their apartment is so small that their bedroom is also their kitchen is also their living room, and it’s also not even a clean/nice apartment, so basically: living is rough.

- Why do they do it? For the love of the struggle... nah, because they’re starving artists and this was sort of always their plan.

- It’s true, and always has been, that Reid wants to be a stand-up comedian. Through his time at college, Reid does open mics and even goes off-campus for really small shows at clubs in Boston or Providence or wherever he has to drive to get onstage for ten minutes. Actually, bold of me to assume Reid has a car on campus. Correction. He will Uber. Or get somebody to drive him. I’d say Jhiron, because they’re best friends, but Jhiron is from Philadelphia and also definitely doesn’t have a car on campus.

- So, like, whatever. Maybe someone else who lives in their senior apartment has a car. Or maybe Reid goes through increasingly ridiculous public transit adventures just to get to some random comedy club in, like, Hartford, Connecticut. The point is that he does all of this, because it’s what he loves to do, and it’s his dream.

- Here’s the thing about a dream, especially a dream in the arts. That shit is difficult to achieve. When you enter the real world, even if people all your life have told you that you’re good at whatever your hobby is, odds are you’re not that special.

- Reid knows this. He may be a smartass, and he puts forth this boisterous persona, but Reid is an incredibly humble person. He knows he isn’t special, and that if he wants to achieve his dream, it’s going to be hard. Why am I getting the one song about having a dream from Tangled stuck in my head right now. Don’t let me imagine the guys in the drama club doing a re-enactment of that scene.

- All of this tangential material (though I’m bold to assume this entire post isn’t incredibly tangential) is to tell you that Reid gets to New York after graduation and immediately commences The Struggle of a performance artist trying to make it big.

- As you can imagine, this is a long and arduous process which is only rewarding some of the time. He does, by the way, work a few day jobs (a lot of food-service and minimum wage stuff) while he spends his nights trying to do the comedy stuff.

- Factors against Reid include: the fact that he’s barely squeaking by financially, the sheer probability of having actual success in such a difficult industry to crack, the fact that Bri’s parents think he’s a loser who is never going to get a real job...........

- One time he literally tries to break up with her because he thinks he’s dragging her down, and Bri is like, no. :)

Reid at 3am, feeling sorry for himself after getting home from a club where his set fell flat and it was awful: I’m breaking up with you because you deserve a better life than this—

Bri: No

Reid: ???

Bri: Go to bed and we’ll talk about this in the morning :)

Reid: But we’re breaking up?

Bri: No we’re not :)

*In the morning*

Reid: (wakes up and immediately panics because he tried to break up with Bri last night and how could he be so stupid????)

Bri in the kitchen already drinking her coffee: So are you done?

- Anyway. Reid does the whole struggling/starving artist thing for a couple of years. To his credit, he refuses to give up entirely, even when it gets really difficult. He’s working pretty much 24/7 and it’s a grind.

- Because this is my party and I love him, though, he does eventually get his big break. I want him to work for SNL, actually. I feel like that’s how he really starts getting started. From there, he builds an actual career, and he starts getting noticed, and, well. That’s that.

- He and Bri get married right around the same time he gets that job. They’ve been engaged for, like, three or four years.

- Reid is really good at making people laugh and he’s really gracious about the fact that he gets to do that to make a living. :’)

- Other things: yes, he goes to Spencer’s wedding, which takes place after his big break, because Spencer invites him because he’s famous and Spencer wants clout.

- “Spencer sucks major ass. Why does Reid bother going to his wedding?” Because Reid knows he sucks, and Reid likes to cause problems on purpose. [Insert goose emoji if there was such a thing.]

- By the way, Reid never intends to (and doesn’t) ruin Spencer’s wedding. He just refuses to allow the clout-chasing occur that drove Spencer to invite him in the first place.

- I’ve never actually planned out specifically the idea of Reid and Bri having kids, but I know without a doubt that they would have them. I just haven’t named them, or thought of how many they would have. It’s likely 3 or 4. Reid would be a really good dad. Why am I about to cry right now?

Okay, so for the moment, I hope this satisfies your want for future Reid content. This is so peripheral and meta that I feel very annoying for posting it at all, but in my defense, I was asked. And thank you, Via, for asking, because I’ll use any excuse to talk about the insanely cool Reid Burke.

The ask box is open for anything anyone’s heart desires, no matter how peripheral!

#the insanely cool reid burke #kiersey drama club

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goodbyecringe · 4 years

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(Un)Natural Selection Chapter 6

Enjolras

There was no more avoiding it. Thirty-five girls from different backgrounds with different motives were living right below me. I had done everything I could to throw myself more into my work than usual. I had taken to meeting with the dignitaries and pouring over caste related civil disputes. Of course Father said that this was the worst way to spend a prince’s time because there were majors and soldiers to deal with those things. However, it would be impossible to abolish the caste system without knowing what the specific problems were.

“I can’t believe it,” a joyful voice said from the doorway, “I don’t think I know a single man that could work if there were thirty-five women getting makeovers in their basement.”

“Ferre, when have you ever known for me to let women interfere with my work?” I said, turning around in my chair to face him.

“Well in the sixteen years that we’ve been friends I’ve only known of your relationship with the great Patria. It’s unfortunate you couldn’t marry her,” he said, clicking his tongue.

“It’s unfortunate I have to marry at all. How am I supposed to change the governing system of Illeá when I have to worry about finding a wife? He did this on purpose of course, maybe I somehow tipped him off,” I said putting my head in my hands.

“The only thing that tipped off your father was the fact that you invited eight aspiring political figures that are all openly against the caste system. In all actuality it could be argued that he did you a favor. Imagine if we were all that the media focused on over the next few months? By the time you were made King every pro-caste politician would have been able to perfect their argument. Of course I’m sure your father is hoping that the Selection will distract you from your responsibilities and Les Amis.”

“Yes, I’ve already thought about that theory a thousand times over. But what’s stopping me from eliminating thirty tomorrow morning? He never made me commit to a formal timeline-”

“And I’m sure you’ve already thought of the associative repercussions for doing that Julien,” he said, cutting me off. “You already know that the media would have a field day. You would be marked as a heartless slab of marble. Remember, you need the people on your side during the revolution,” Ferre became serious as he sat on the edge of my desk.

“No matter who I choose, the castes will be divided. Anyone lower than a Four would be seen as a saint to the lower castes, however the lower castes already stand with our views. We need to secure the support of those who we are removing from power,” I sighed as I restated the facts.

“We’ve been through this at least a dozen times, Julien. Isn’t that the entire reason you decided to announce that this would be a caste-blind selection? You just need to take it one day at a time. And since there are thirty-five eligible bachelorettes in your home, you should at least give them the respect they deserve,” Combeferre said, standing.

“I’ve haven’t even met them yet Ferre, how have I already disrespected them?”

“You don’t know any of their names, you don’t know what they look like, you haven’t bothered to learn a thing about them. But I could guarantee you that everyone of those girls knows everything about you.”

“Are you referring to those presentations I put Les Amis in charge of? I swear, if Jean Prouvaire’s presentation takes over an hour I’ll leave and simply review the applications in my office… alone.”

Combeferre chuckled as we walked out of my office. The walk to the Men’s Room was more eventful then I had ever expected. Dozens of servants were making final adjustments to the decorations. There were fresh flowers around every corner, the drapes were open, letting sunlight shine through the halls. As the new butler, Grantaire, opened the door, I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. The beautiful library space that I used as my philosophical escape to discuss the future of Illeá had been turned upside down. Feuilly and Joly were hanging a large piece of white fabric over a large bookshelf, and Bahorel was closing all the drapes so the setting sun didn’t blind anyone. I grabbed a notepad and took a seat next to Courfeyrac in the front row.

“Your Royal Highness,” Bossuet called out from his place in front of the projector.

“Our fearless leader and marble statue,” Courfeyrac laughed from next to me.

“We, the Friends of the ABC, are proud to present your future wife, or at least the thirty-five possible candidates for the title of Queen Enjolras,” Jean Prouvaire announced as the lights began to dim.

From behind me, Grantaire was laughing with Bossuet while he turned down the lights. Les Amis began to seat themselves in front of the screen, all armed with several manilla folders which I assumed held the applications of the selected girls.

“First, we will give a brief presentation about each of the thirty-five contestants and then we will tune into the Report and Enjolras will get his first real look at the girls.”

I made a note that if a career in politics never worked out for Prouvaire, he could take Kyran Cervantes’ job. Suddenly, the screen lit up with the faces of thirty-five young women of various appearances, all of which I was sure would be changing drastically during their makeovers.

“We have decided to present in the order of east coast to west coast, so first up is the lovely province of Hansport! So please give a warm welcome to Miss Teresa Gilbert!” The screen centered on a girl with near white hair that was sharply stopped just below her cheek-bones.

“Teresa is nineteen years old and is proud to call Hansport the place of her humble roots. She has been acting in television shows and movies since she was three years old. Her favorite role was a princess during the apocalypse where she learned what it truly took to be a royal! She says that she will never be afraid of the media,” Prouvaire finished, now sounding confident in his game show host role.

There was a massive amount of applause from the boys around me. Looking down at my notepad I jotted down, Teresa Gilbert: movie star, 2. There was nothing more, nothing less about this girl. It was only too bad for her that I couldn’t care less about the television industry. Unfortunately, her status as a celebrity made it too easy to know her caste.

“Next up we have Adele Castro of Waverly,” a picture of a mousy looking girl with large green eyes appeared on the screen.

“At sixteen, Adele is our youngest selected girl, but don’t let that lead you astray because she’s already been quite successful…” Prouvaire continued to explain how she had spent her life volunteering in less developed countries.

Adele Castro: volunteer, 2 or 3.

“Now gentlemen, show some love for Miss Éponine Jondrette from Allens,” the face of a tan girl with a wild head of brown hair came over the screen. Despite the large state of her hair, her eyes appeared tired and her cheeks were hollow.

“Miss Éponine might give our fearless leader a run for his money! In her free time, Éponine enjoys reading about Political Science and learning about other cultures. She can speak English, Chinese, and French fluently,” I couldn’t help but think about how her appearance contradicted her description.

Éponine Jondrette: hungry wildcard, 5 or 3. By the time Prouvaire had finished I had made note of Lucy Frost: artistic, 5 and Harley Housten: average, 4 or 3. Everyone applauded as Jean bowed to take his seat. Joly walked forward and pulled a stack of index cards out of his suit jacket.

“Moving West we’ll start out in the province of Kent. Miss Cosette Fauchelevent recently returned to Illeá after spending about 5 years living in an Abbey in France. Cosette is an avid gardener and has a passion for animals,” Joly rushed as the room admired a pale girl with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Cosette Fauchelevent: lark, 2 or 3. At some point throughout the presentations all of the girls started to blur together. A few girls stood out, for example, Liberty Cook: paralyzed, 4. I couldn’t believe how delighted I was when Bossuet finally got to Angles.

“At the age of 20 our oldest contestant is Musichetta Simon. Miss Musichetta has recently begun a career in the prominent modeling agency in Angles. However, prior, she traveled throughout highly impoverished areas of Illeá to provide clean drinking water,” Bossuet said, failing to remove his eyes from her picture. The bright color of her red hair caused his bald head to reflect a pinkish color.

“Excellent job Bossuet,” Prouvaire said, clapping a hand on Bossuet’s back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Grantaire was passing out refreshments before we settled down to watch the Report.

“I hope that everyone else is as excited for the next few months as I am,” Courfeyrac called out.

“Now remember my friends,” Combeferre stood, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We are to remain out of sight out of mind. Unless Enjolras asks for our presence specifically, we are not to interact with the women of the selected. Everyone here is subject to the law,” he called out, staring directly at Courf.

“Thank you for all of your hard work my friends,” I said, standing next to Ferre. “I hope that you all feel more comfortable with the process of creating and executing presentations. Even though this may have sounded like a fun and frivolous exercise, it is important to find a way to improve yourself in any situation,” I could hear groans among the group. “However, I am very appreciative for the effort that you put in, and if any of you have any suggestions during this process, please feel free to know. I shall see all of you tomorrow evening for our regularly scheduled meeting.”

“Won’t you be staying to watch the Report, Enjolras?” Joly asked.

“I’m afraid I have a very important speech concerning several dignitaries of New Asia that I’ve been neglecting to revise,” I said, making my way towards the door. As Grantaire opened the door for me I could hear what seemed to be a stampede of high heeled shoes. I decided to wait until I could no longer hear them, so not to cause a scene since I wasn’t supposed to meet any of them until tomorrow morning. While looking across my shoulder at the crowd of girls I was taken aback when I felt something collide with me. In the second it took me to turn around, the person was already on the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, looking around for her heels. “I should have been paying attention to wear I was going, but you see my shoe broke and I’ve been trying to keep up with the rest-”

I think she stopped breathing when she finally looked up at me.

“I am deeply sorry, Your Highness,” she went into a deep curtsey.

“The fault is entirely mine Lady... Éponine,” I paused, noting the silver name tag pinned to her green dress. “I should know to pay more attention to my surroundings.”

I extended my arm to help her up, which she accepted. I could see that the heels on one of her shoes had snapped in half, which must have been the cause for her falling behind.

“Would it be considered rude for a lady to run down the hall in her bare feet?” She asked in a brazen way.

“I believe that would be classified as a capital offense.” I smiled thinking of how the royal planner and etiquette instructor Claudia would throw a fit if she witnessed such an event.

“Well then maybe you can keep this a secret between just the two of us?” She suggested looking back and forth between me and the rest of the girls.

“Only if you promise to only wear shoes you can properly walk in.”

She gave a mischievous smirk before running towards the crowd of her competitors. There were several times that she had to stop and pick up her dress to avoid slipping, but she eventually caught up to the group as they entered the Women’s Room. I made a mental note to add the word cheeky next to her name in my notebook.

#enjonine #prince enjolras #enjolras #eponine #the selection #les mierables #fanfiction #crossover #les amis #Joly #Combeferre #courfeyrac #bahorel #grantaire #cross-posted #ao3 #jehan prouvaire #musichetta #cosette

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somarysueme · 5 years

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WicDiv Thoughts, some overly personal

stiiiiiillllll can’t really put together my feelings about the end and epilogue. I will say that I liked the ending and epilogue more than I expected to*, and the longer I sit on it, I find more things to like about it.

(* Except for everything about Baal and Mini)

That said, there’s still that huge, unpleasant gap between what I wanted/expected this comic was supposed to be, and what it actually intended/was. I wrote this post after 43 (the “everyone does the thing” chapter), using bits of a half-written reaction to 39 ("Laura did the thing” chapter) to talk about that gap. I decided to sit on it til everything was said and done Just In Case, but I mostly still agree with what I’d written.

So Here Are My Thoughts

The full pantheon abdicating! This is basically where I expected us to go. Since 39 it seems like the natural place for the story to be headed. Laura’s revelations, along with the Daddy Forgive Us special made it clear that the only way out of the game was not to play it. I was kinda luke warm on that concept, but it made sense for where the story was at that point. I was waiting to see how it actually played out before getting fussy about it.

I give him a C for execution here. Maybe a C+.

I thought Dio’s moment was great. Jon’s was beautiful. Inanna’s I definitely could have gotten behind if he’d actually gotten to have any of that arc on the page instead of getting put on a bus 30 chapters ago.

The rest range from “meh” to “yikes.”

I could have liked this, I wanted to like this. Given how much “OKAY” has been miles more thoughtful than Mothering Invention, I was genuinely hoping to like this. I would have loved to see these kids find something more important than godhood to live for. But that’s not what we got.

We did get them realizing that being a god is not worth dying for. Which is good! And essential! And basically the central conceit of this comic!

But.

But...

I really wanted to see our cast value their lives period. And while there was some of that, there was far more of seeing them be humbled. We saw them beaten down until they had no choice but to admit they Were Not Special (or at least, were not as special as they thought). I was hoping for them to find a capacity to value their lives because their lives have value whether or not they are special, but instead it was a story about being humbled, and I guess to me, I just can’t see that what young queer artists need is help being humbled. They need help being valued as people, they need the internal presence of self to command that value be respected, and they need the external support to give them a fighting chance at that. And not to be That Fan, but that fighting chance doesn’t come from individual actions. It comes from worker solidarity and respect for labor as labor. It just doesn’t work for me to have a series around the exploitation and consumption of young talent and leave anything material about money and labor practices out of the material.

(McKelvie’s My (6000 F) pantheon has unionized joke, but unironically.)

Anyway this comic was all about Don’t Let This Happen To You. And that’s a good start, but I was hoping for it to be so much more than that. It could be that this is me looking at WicDiv and wanting it to say something broader about specialness and creativity and mental illness and exploitation.

(There’s a lot to be unpacked wrt presenting itself as a story about the whole world through all of human history, while also intending to be psuedoautobiographical for a very specific set of circumstances. But that’s not this post.)

It’s weird because like, Fandemonium already delivered masterfully on Laura learning to value herself outside of godhood. Laura’s last pre-apoptheosis soliloquy about “I can’t save any of them, but I can still help them” was one of those wham moments that really cemented this book’s place in my heart. Living through Fandemonium and realizing that the gods were people, and needed actual love and support from people who cared about them as people, and that just being a decent friend is something worth living for, fuck!! That’s good shit!! That’s fucking excellent!!

And for the rest of WicDiv’s run, I was always waiting for the story to get back to that place, but it never really did.

(ETA AFTER 45 IS OUT: ok fine I fucking love that Laura saved Luci. Big Gay Hero Girl drags naughty non-devil out of hell and they kiss, fucking A+. But “can’t save but CAN help” is still something I wish the comic had followed up on more. The friendship thing got touched on a little bit too, but never in a way I found as satisfying as Fandemonium.)

So anyway Luci going Full Diva. Her future is this and her future is nothing.

The longer I chew on it, the more I like it, and the more it seems like the inevitable place for Elanor Rigby’s story to go. It’s a good continuation from where we last saw her have any scrap of agency, but also frustrating in that “the lat time we saw her have any scrap of agency” was basically the entire comic ago. It was jarring to have her go from [One Sassy Line Per Issue] to [Maybe I’m The Final Boss]. Her story suffered deeply suffered from all the time she spent off screen. But despite all that, I’m very much really looking forward to whatever the fuck Laura Wilson’s going to do about this.

I’m trying not to get my hopes up for Talk Her Down ending. It seems perfectly in line with this series to end with the moral of “sometimes, no matter how kind or brave or caring you are, people you love pick their addictions over living.” That’s a song I’ve already heard live and in person, and I don’t really want or need to hear anyone else’s studio cover.

Uh final thought on 43 is.... Minanke DOES seem to count herself as part of the 12, which still lines up with my Emily Was Also A Fake God theory (Fauxmaterasu theory? Nokami hypothesis? Amaterasuspicion?) but it does seem unlikely to actually be a Thing between now and the epilogue. shrug.

(ETA AGAIN: I had to write out my feelings on 39 and Laura’s own abdication (unpotheosis?) to properly respond to 43. So here’s a draft of another unpublished post that I fleshed out.)

I have extremely mixed feelings about chapter 39.

First Feeling: thank fuck the pregnancy plot is over.

Second feeling: establishing abdication as an option established a nice overarching shape to this book. Things have felt directionless for many chapters, but this does make it seem like we are back on some kind of track.

Third Feeling: kinda liking abdication as a general direction for endgame. For most of the series, I was hoping the whole that there actually was Something Important about the recurrence, but since it's clear now that it’s basically all lies, I like this this angle well enough.

Strongest Feeling: hell fucking yes to Laura’s shaved head.

(Tangential Feeling: buzzing your own head is good and you should think about doing it. Doing it for catharsis in a moment of crisis is A-OK, but I did it once just because I felt like it and it was fucking great. banishing your high maintenance hair does not cure depression, but it does give you back an hour of personal upkeep every day and the fuzzy head is wonderful to touch.)

Contrary to most of the fandom, though, I absolutely loathed Laura’s monologue here, and the context that it puts around her not-choice. There’s a lot of shitty Hot Takes out there about how mental illness and addition and creation intersect. A lot of people will suggest that being unhealthy makes you a better artist, and what’s more that being a better artist is worth being unhealthy. This series is unambiguously and steadfastly against that message, which is one of the absolute best and most important things about it! I don’t want to diminish that.

But that all said, seeing Laura alone in the dark describing “an addicts moment of clarity” was... jesus it was all kinds of personally painful and upsetting. It hurt real bad, and not in the way I though I had agreed to be hurt. And I’m not sure how to spell out why.

I have thousands and thousands of words on why it struck such a sour cord in me, but a lions share can be summed up with “fuck absolutely every story where a Troubled Girl just needed to get traumatized/humiliated/humbled enough to Realize How Bad She Was Being.” Double fuck this one in particular for showing the girl getting over addiction/mental illness by literally sitting alone in the dark thinking about how much she fucked up. That story is tired, and cruel, and dangerous, and thank Christ I encountered this comic at 30 and not 19 because I would have swallowed it down with all the other poison that Helpful Adults fed me.

But yeah though, her shaved look is fucking adorable as shit. Neither she nor Britany made any hair mistakes.

ETA ULTIMATE: That last bit is the one thing in this post I don’t quite still stand by. By the end, it’s clear that the above wasn’t at all the story this book was trying to tell at all. I thought WicDiv was trying to tell some Epic Truths, Hard-Facts-About-Human-Nature shit. But despite the sweeping setup (All Across The World and Through All Of History) the book was using a complex allegory for a very specific situation (Selling Your Soul and Name and Life To Creative-Industrial Machines), and that made it muddy.

(Insert Principal Skinner meme here “Am I out of touch? Was I simply interrogating the text from the wrong perspective? No, it’s the original creators who are wrong!”)

I’m from a family of mentally ill, addiction-prone, recovering-Catholic artists. Laura is in my blood. Half the people I love are Laura. I have Laura’s painting on my wall and her books on my shelf. I’ve sat with Laura’s mother a few years after Laura’s death, as her father now slowly dying in the next room, and listened to her music for the first time. (It was good. It was really good. And I never even knew.)

These experiences colored my read, but how could they not?

I do now, I think, understand what Gillen was trying to say- the addiction he was talking about was to stardom, the attention and accolades, and free pass to make your own shit be everyone else’s problem. I understand now that the “art” that the gods made was always supposed to be Not Real Art, that there was no true “message” from their songs- all noise, no signal. It was never about Laura’s art, or even Laura as an artist. And that was unpleasant to reconcile.

Because when you're Laura, or Elanor, or any of them, life doesn’t have to grant your ill-advised wish before it fucks your head and kills you. Sometimes you fight as hard as you can with every fiber of your being and you’re still in Hell. Sometimes you’re doing all the Meetings and self-reflection and therapy you can manage and you’re still a Destroyer. But the shit you create while you’re down there is worthy of creating. What you do with your too-short, too-fucked time matters. A fucked up life was still worth living because it was your life to live. And... I guess, from the story presented in Faust Act and Fandemonium, I sort of thought that this was what WicDiv was supposed to be talking about. I thought it was going to be about doing something good even when life is fucking you. But instead it is a cautionary tale that that suggests you could have stopped getting fucked at any time if you had just gotten over yourself and said the magic words.

We spent half the comic watching Laura drag herself through the mud. Half the comic was focused on Her Mistakes, when so little of her circumstances were actually her fault. “Punish Ophelia until she gets over herself” is not at all what WicDiv meant to be about. I imagine the creators would be aghast to hear that’s what I got out of it. But the text is what the text is. While it is intended (and successful!) at being many other very good things, this one really bad thing is still part of that mix, and that sucks.

Maybe I should have picked up on the discrepancy between my read and the intent sooner. Probably I should have just done myself a favor and stop reading once I did.

2016, 2017 while my life was going a bit to shit, this comic was exactly what I needed. Being in the fandom made my life better and helped me meet cool new friends and get through some of the hardest shit to happen to me since I was a kid. Then in 2018, it slid into source of frustration and soured promise. Now at the end I have no idea if I liked it or not.

But that’s fine, now that it’s done. The ink is dry, the ritual is over. It’s just a comic book now. Some pictures I still love and some words I don’t always agree with. A lot of noise, arguable amounts of signal, but not a song I want to play on loop anymore.

I have no real conclusion to draw here. I respect at how firmly WicDiv rejects dark and unhealthy parts of being a professional creator- especially unhealthy things that are generally just accepted as Common Wisdom. I don’t think it took enough care in spelling out what it was rejecting, though, and I do think it was remiss in not finding good healthy things to embrace as an alternative.

All of the above notwithstanding, I have to give it credit for delivering almost exactly what I wanted in terms of lesbian nonsense. That ain’t nothing.

I give this series ?????/∞ and am happy to be safely clear of Kieron Gillen’s Wild Ride

#wicdiv #wicdiv spoilers #somewhat negative #its a mixed bag tbh

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violetsystems · 3 years

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#personal

I still haven't gotten my passport back yet. Old or new. I'm sure it's on the way but taking its sweet time. It hasn't been that big of a deal though it's a heavy inconvenience not being able to legally identify yourself. I have an expired driver's license and a lot of paperwork but that's not really good enough for most of Illinois. Work or leisure. I don't drink and don't really frequent bars anymore. I work for myself though I haven't paid myself yet this year. You have to have valid ID to be gainfully employed by someone else here. If I didn't have my life together already it would be more than annoying. I have health insurance still under a subsidy. I had my teeth cleaned earlier this week. No cavities. Mostly due to the electric toothbrush. I bought a waterpik right after. I've been so bored that I've started attacking problems I wanted to solve years ago. There's still drawers full of crap that needs to be thrown out. Lifetimes of shit do pile up if you are focused on other things like a dead end job or selfish personal relationships. I don't have either of those these days. So there really isn't any excuse for dirty drawers. I'm not planning to shit myself anytime soon to revisit the past. Which leaves the present and the future wide open. Much of that is dictated by my love of computers. I figured out how to mine finally. The open source way. I spent a lot of time in a terminal trying to apply the right definitions to scan my phone for the Pegasus spyware. I do think the results were negative so I'd rather not dwell on the past. Being a technological professional I have definitely spent a lot on electricity. That same idea of dirty drawers applies. You turn things on believing that they are ecologically friendly. It says so on the package. You don't dig enough to gather factual data to know it for sure. You get distracted by real life. Headlines. Drama. Nosy neighbors. The list goes on. And all the while, it just keeps bleeding out. I bought these smart plugs. Half of them monitor energy. The other half I didn't read the description close enough when I bought them. The ones that do measure electrical usage, I've set up in high power rooms. Both those and the low power rooms I can kill switch from my phone or whisper to my smart assistant to power off. I pay the electricity for the unit below me as well but that's more the agreement I have with my landlord. The biggest expense for me is always the AC and the heat. The appliances and everything else are just the icing on the cake. My rent has been affordable enough that with a little care and attention I can stay on budget. I never had that freedom or time to feel motivated enough to try. Now I know my razer laptop draws less than my rice cooker. Not that I'm the twelve hour rice in the rice cooker kind of guy. I have cooked chicken in it. What can I say I've had a lot of time on my hands. This happens when you can't identify yourself.

Sometimes you don't want to be identified. My past is so far behind me that it's a broken narrative. I've written about this narrative for years on this platform. I think it's a great place to write. This morning I saw a Tor books ad that looked like a regular blog post. Soon you'll be able to charge a subscription for your content if you wish. I'm not really here for that but I do think it's a great tool for creators. Bandcamp is still the easiest way for me to release music and shirts when I'm super fucking bored. But somehow five or six people always seem to support it when I do. I sold a shirt all the way out on the Ukraine once out of nowhere. I personally find it easier to mine and watch my electric bill right now then to fight to be seen as an artist. But situations do evolve over time under the right circumstances. And community is something I have never complained about Tumblr not having. Real life? Yes I have a lot of room to complain about the lack of community or respect for individual rights and will. But control over things is something I do have. And I've learned how to do that through setting boundaries for myself. I've learned a lot of those boundaries from being part of the culture down here. Unassuming. Anonymous. Hellbent on keeping it real. Chicago can sometimes be the same. It hasn't always been in the past. The fact that I'm completely disconnected from it is a large clue. The past. Not Chicago. I live here. Just like I do on Tumblr. That's a joke. But being able to write and stand my ground has given me a voice here and sometimes in the real world. Sometimes the wrong people listen. Or people get the wrong idea and make it more about them than me. But life goes on. If anything is true from what I wrote about a year ago, it's that I've both changed and stayed the same. There's things I can't escape about myself. Even if I can't prove to the state of Illinois I'm real enough to buy legal weed. Or how I've been fully vaccinated since April. Or how I can just leisurely set up a mining rig for research in my home office. How I can write here and challenge the status quo just by being the exception. Tumblr probably isn't going anywhere, anytime soon. I can't unlock any of my other social media from the past due to unfortunate circumstances related to identity and email. Not that I'm really complaining anymore. I was. As invisible as I am it feels more like a cloaking device than anything. Chicago in the news can be very dangerous and very wild. And yet, if anyone knows anything about me, I walk everywhere. Slow enough for people to follow you for blocks on end. Wanting to be seen. Worried about my safety. Worried about their safety because I left the house for once. Worried about everything. I'm not really that worried. Annoyed? Beyond annoyed. But as angry as I get, negativity does nothing for me to foster. It makes me look like every other secretly insecure white man here and just makes the turbulence around here worse.

If you have time enough to measure the difference in wattage between your rice cooker and your 6700xt gpu on full blast, you probably have time to pay attention to nuance. I pick up on the little things these days. I get that I share a porch with my neighbors and a cat. I get that I share a neighborhood too. I get that as a cis heterosexual white male I operate with privilege. It's not that hard to understand how to humble yourself in the presence of others. It's not hard to see how people have fought for rights harder than yourself. We're all fighting for the same thing. Freedom. I am understanding where I control the narrative and where I'm a guest. Where I don't have a say over other people's bodies, souls, or thoughts. I'm just as frightened by abuses or power and authority and yet they come as no surprise. I deleted everything Blizzard on my systems and am never looking back. I walk anywhere I choose freely with only a few annoyances. Jesus freaks and right wing antagonists are always up in my face trying to get a rise out of me. People think I'm a demon or haunted by some pirate ghosts. I have pretty good intuition and timing. I was a dj for like two decades. Beatmatching and pattern recognition. I get that I scare people and intimidate them just by breathing. Men are scary. Even to me. "Not all men!" Part of the reason people keep their distance from me is something I have to understand. I think we all have to understand who we are and what we can become when we live without care or intention. A lot of people just sleepwalk through this and blame the victims. They feel it's a weakness to share power. Sharing power is what cultivates freedom. But sharing power is almost pure chaos. It takes a lot of responsibility. And a lot of questioning of authority while asking the right questions and not just pinning a tail on a donkey. It's in the nuances and the people where freedom blossoms. Not in the polls or the pundits. We the people signifies something about America we ourselves have lost sight of. People buy their way into office at the behest of corporate and special interest money. The people are out there suffering while the profits guide the government. And it's really only the people who can turn this thing around. Here in Chicago, we know with our heart of hearts what to do. We have done it for so long. We survive together. We may not always like each other. We may feel like people are breathing down our necks and judging our every turn. But we always know where each other stands. We can stand to treat each other better. At least respecting that people have walls built up for protection more often than to hide something criminal. At least give people the space they need to grow. I have a lot of space to mine and play games. If I stay inside, it's so I don't rock the boat. If I go outside, just remember I have feelings too. We all could do better not to get caught up in them because we're overwhelmed by the bullshit. The bullshit we're in together. Respect is what is going to get us through. And I identify as down for the culture. As an ally you have my word. Love is the future. And the future is for everyone. <3 Tim

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11/15/17

This is something I wrote in my notes about Don Hertzfeldt, emotion, and inspiration while sitting in a parking lot, a month ago if I have the date right. Usually I feel the need to make art or write out some big thing as part of a project about this stuff, but I was feeling overwhelmed and my friend Robert Tate suggested I just write about it, so I did, and it helped me. I’m not editing it at all, but I’m putting it here just so I have it somewhere where people can know this about me and know me a little more (if anyone is left on Tumblr idk I haven’t been on here in a bit). I’m sorry about the language if you’re someone I need to be sorry about the language to, but also these were just my own thoughts and I didn’t really have the intention of sharing it. Also, I’m sorry if you are Don Hertzfeldt and you are reading this because it would probably be really weird to read this about yourself, I’m not like a psycho fan, I don’t think, just scared and inspired.

Yesterday, in the midst of sitting in the Bargain Outlet parking lot in a controlled state of stress-paralysis, I discovered that Don Hertzfeldt has been keeping an online journal since 1999. I was on my computer, desperately, trying to decide once and for all whether to head home to be with my family, head north to go to Mt. Tam and Pt. Reyes, head way north to Lost Beach and the Redwoods, head east to Sacramento, or head south through Palo Alto…. toward home as well, I guess. I don’t know exactly how I ended up on Don Hertzfeldt.

I discovered his journal and I couldn’t believe how many things it did to me. He is a figure I have built up in my head to be pretty big. I have ideas about what kind of person he is, from watching his films, in kind of a cycle- I tend to do that with artists who inspire me. His films inform my idea of who he is as a person, which in turn inform my idea of his films. This was one of those amazing moments where all the sudden I had access to his actual ideas, and they exactly fit with my idea of who he is as a person, except even better, if only because they were real. I was overwhelmed by inspiration about artistic integrity and the sadness of life and tying the two together.

Somewhere in all of this, it became relevant for me to watch a 2 minute short film he made as an intro for The Simpsons. It almost made me cry.

I later tweeted a string of tweets; “every time I feel like I might cry the voice in the back of my head goes "yes! you're crying! you're not an emotionless robot look how much you're FEELING!" and then I never cry.” and then: “anyway, this most recent occasion was from watching The Simpsons Travel Into The Future Couch Gag by @donhertzfeldt, I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHY I haven't even watched that much Simpsons.”

And this was all true except the part where I said I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHY, because I have a lot of ideas why. And it also made me think of some interesting things about how we portray ourselves on social media. I tweeted that to be funny and honest, and, I think, it was funny and honest. But it was also cute, and kind of skirting around what I actually was trying to acknowledge.

I very, very rarely cry. Maybe 5 times since starting college? Definitely no more than 10. And it makes me feel weird that I never cry, because it’s not that I’m just that chill of a person. I have very little chill, I care constantly, and about nearly everything. The reason it makes me feel weird is because I feel like I am never fully in an experience, a feeling, or a moment. I feel one thing, and then I think about why I’m feeling that, whether or not I really am, what that means, etc. I laugh and then I immediately think “was that even funny? am I even happy or having fun?” Crying, for me, means being totally overwhelmed by emotion, good or bad. I want to be totally overwhelmed by emotion, good and bad, but I rarely am. There is always the removed, disconnected, worried part of me questioning every experience, wondering why in the fuck life is even worth going through anyway.

So yeah, the tweet was funny, but that’s what I was getting at. I never cry because I am never that present in a moment. When I am for a split second, my brain thinks about it, and takes me out of fully experiencing the moment. It’s weird, but it’s how I am. In my best, and my worst, and all of my MOSTS.

Second, I could figure out why. I was reading things about how Don Hertzfeldt thinks- his random thoughts, his ideas, his dreams (literal dreams), and his integrity as an artist. How he refuses to do commercials, refuses to give almost any of his control over his own art to anyone else. The guy DISTRIBUTES his own work. That’s crazy. And to see that, and then see this crazy fucked up Simpsons short, and see how it actually had the power to move me in the span of about 30 seconds, and it actually implied some pretty deep shit, and aired on national television, made me proud, and encouraged, and yeah, pretty emotional. And on top of that, the short just moved me. It was an actually beautiful depiction of society devolved, implying a winking, dark joke about the show, with a beautiful segment remembering the actual connections they used to have- ending with, again, a winking dark joke. In 2 minutes. Later I found his journal entry about it, and he had almost no input or editing from the Simpsons- they just let him do what he wanted, and that’s what he did, and it’s amazing to me. It moved me, and the fact that he made it moved me, and it made me want to cry. I watched it some more times and it held.

Today, I continued reading his journal, and and AMA he did, and other Hertzfeldt things, and I am overwhelmingly inspired. I can’t believe that his thoughts imply all the things I hoped about him as an artist, and I can’t believe he, who is semi-notoriously removed from the pop culture/interview/etc world, has given us access to his real life and thoughts like this.

I found out that he isn’t really into animation or cartoons besides the fact that that’s what he literally spends his whole life making. They were just the form that was best to convey his stories and interests and the way he felt most comfortable working.

I can’t say how huge that is- I have already written before that he serves as a symbol to me of making art on your own terms- that he has made me worry less about meeting industry standards, curating the exact set of tools I’m supposed to, and instead has just made me want to focus on getting good. And I worry a lot about art in the physical, drawing sense, being my main set of tools to communicate with. I worry because this is not the kind of art that has most frequently or greatly impacted me. Movies and music, and sometimes books, and the words contained in all three are what mean the most to me- what I feel drawn to, fill my thoughts with, and to an extent, build my life around. I worry that I am being lazy or safe in pursuing art, that I am just doing it because I know I am semi good at it, that I will never fulfill my potential because I’m not trying to. That I don’t really have anything to say with artwork in that medium. and that i just use it to mask my words and make me less embarrassed about them, legitimize them. But drawing is what feels comfortable to me, what I know how to do, and gives me total control of what I’m doing. (I think that’s some of the draw for Don as well, he is branching out now, but traditionally has retained total control over his work by working in this medium). So to see one of my biggest inspirations working in a medium he isn’t necessarily most impacted or obsessed with, but because it’s what he feels drawn to, someone who has already inspired me to be like that without knowing that’s how he is- that’s a pretty big deal.

The other thing that has stood out to me is how humble his lifestyle and opinion of his own work is. He obviously is proud of it, but doesn’t think he’s great, and even if he does, seems to refuse to actively think it. I think for a long time I’ve expected to eventually transform into the pure-art-version of myself, for my ideas to all the sudden be all amazing and inspired and exist on a higher level than my fellow people, like I like to think some of my other heroes do. And I think reading his journals is helping to remind me that that is not how this works, and encourage me that is okay. It’s kind of awesome, actually, to think that I could do work now in my not nearly “ready” state that could mean something to people- I don’t have to get to a certain spot first. It’s just working, and sometimes the work works and sometimes it doesn’t but it’s just working and you have to believe in why you’re doing it, but that’s it. You don’t unlock some magic ability. And traditionally that has been terrifying to me, but somehow it’s starting to feel encouraging instead? Similarly to how It’s Such A Beautiful Day shifted from a terrifying, yet awe-inspiring piece of art in my life to an encouraging yet awe-inspiring film. It’s crazy to see my perspective shift in places that I formerly thought I, or life, had to. But it was actually just the way I was looking at things.

Anyway, I feel that I might end up owing a lot to Don Hertzfeldt. I am so happy he is out there and making art, and encouraged by his mind and the way he uses it. If I could follow in his footsteps even a little I will be happy.

Also, his work ethic is like a million times better than mine, so I better get the fuck to it.

(Here is a link to the couch gag if you are interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m78gYyTrG7Y)

#i am simpson #i am simpson i am simpson #all animals can scream #i will always love you homar #don hertzfeldt #personal #inspiration #artistic integrity

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kkumabase · 5 years

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[ 250819 ] BIG VAMPIRE ENERGY: SOLOIST KKUMA IS THE QUEEN OF ALL TRADES (DAZED KOREA SEPTEMBER 2019)

BY MELODY SON

It’s a little early in the year for a Halloween photoshoot, isn’t it?

KKUMA: Maybe, but vampires exist year-round, don’t they? (Laughs) I don’t think the seasons matter so much when you’ve been around a thousand years.

How was it today? And have you been well?

KKUMA: It was great! The last time I did a photoshoot seems so long ago, now. I really love getting to show different sides of myself, and getting to wear so many cool outfits. But yes, I’ve been well. Very busy taking care of my younger brother for the summer, as well as working on new projects, like always.

How old is your younger brother? Is he in school?

KKUMA: He is 17 (Editor’s Note: 16 international age). Yes, he is currently in high school. He studies at a boarding school, but comes to live with me during summer vacation.

Have you made any great memories this summer?

KKUMA: With him? (Laughs) Sure, we always have a lot of fun together. I love spending time with my friends and family, even if I’m very busy with work, these days. I always make time for them. This summer has been a very special one for me, for a lot of reasons.

What kind of reasons?

KKUMA: The typical thing. Good food, good weather, love, and happiness.

You’ve always been more of a ‘behind the scenes’ artist, as you’ve produced or co-produced a considerable amount of the hit songs that have come out in the last three years. It seems you’ve chosen 2019 as your year to come out into the spotlight and let the world really know who ‘Kkuma’ is. Why now?

KKUMA: One day, I want to say it was toward the end of 2017, I was working on an album for another artist and talking with my good friend, Maestar. We were talking about some of the more recognizable qualities of my writing and producing work -- essentially ‘how to spot a Kkuma song’, and he asked me what I wanted my own identity as an artist to be. I couldn’t really come up with an answer, then, because I had completely immersed myself in working on projects for other people. I was almost afraid of the spotlight, in a way, which may seem unbelievable, now, but since my debut as an ‘underground’ artist, I’ve been through a lot as I’ve gradually become more ‘mainstream.’ It’s been a hard, but rewarding journey. Since that conversation, I’ve taken a lot of time to really think about the Kkuma I want the world to know, and how I want to be remembered. And now more than ever, I’m putting out music I can be proud of, that I believe people will not only recognize me by, but respect me for.

You mentioned that exchange with Maestar happened in 2017. That’s also the year you came out as a lesbian, right? Is there any correlation there?

KKUMA: A little, yes. Early that year, I finally addressed all the speculation about me, and I got a lot of backlash. That made it really hard for me to want to be in the spotlight. I like to think of myself as a strong person, but I’m human at the end of the day, and abusive words can really dig deep and get to me, just like they can anyone else. So I focused more on working for other artists because I felt like no one wanted to see me. It was a safety blanket; a way I could still do what I love, but be safe at the same time.

You’re a lot more open and proud about your sexuality these days, which is good to see. Is it liberating for you to be able to sing openly about women? Do you ever feel yourself going back into a more reclusive mode when you see reactions to your music, and your message?

KKUMA: It’s definitely liberating. I think that’s part of why I can be so much prouder of my music, now -- I don’t have to hide anything, and that feels good. There will always be people that don’t like it, but my fans can see the real me and people like me can know that they aren’t alone, and that they’re being represented. I think that’s so special. Sometimes, I do get the urge to go into hiding again -- after ‘Noir’ was released, some people spun a harmful narrative about it that really hurt me. I would never disrespect the bisexual community, because they are my family -- and I understand now that some people will do absolutely anything they can to try to tear me down, and I just have to be used to it, but I didn’t want a single person to think that was true. That was a sad time for me, though I didn’t talk about it much. I even considered cancelling the singles that followed that song, but I had worked so hard on everything and was so excited to tell my story, and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I want to be a strong role model for LGBTQ+ individuals who are looking for someone like them in the media, and that’s what motivates me most. I don’t want to leave them behind, you know?

Speaking of your singles, they seem to be doing exceptionally well individually, and you’ve essentially hijacked the charts. Are they leading up to a potential album or a tour, maybe?

KKUMA: (laughing) Well, thank you, but hijacking the charts isn’t necessarily my intention. I’m so grateful to my fans who are so endlessly supportive of me, and I’m glad they’re enjoying my new music. As for what the future holds, I am working on an album. There’s no certain release date yet, but I definitely want to get it out before the year ends. That’s all I want to say about that.

You’ve shown a lot of different sides of yourself through your 2019 releases, including the fact that you’ve seemingly mastered singing, dancing, and now rapping. Where do you draw inspiration from, and how do you plan on keeping your brand recognizable while branching out at the same time?

KKUMA: Maybe I’m humbling myself too much, but I don’t like to think of myself as a ‘master’ of anything. I like to remind myself that there’s always room to grow and improve to give myself an endless goal to work toward. Getting too comfortable and becoming stagnant is one of my biggest fears. I think I do so many things because I like to challenge myself, and to keep my fans on their toes. Being too predictable is another fear of mine, I guess (laughs). But I think maintaining a ‘growth’ mindset ties into how I can branch out, but stay myself, too -- I’m quick, but I’m not rushing. I’m taking my time, but I’m not going too slow. Everything, to me, is about finding the right balance and being able to identify with my own work. Whenever I write or produce or compose anything, whether it’s for myself or for another artist, Haelin oppa’s (Editor’s Note: Maestar’s real name) question echoes in my mind. What is my identity as an artist? What makes a song by Kkuma? I’m proud that there are multiple ways to answer that, because to me, that means I’m growing.

I’m inspired by a lot of things. Romance is a big part of my life, to be honest -- since I was little, I’ve always loved romantic stories, even if I always wished there were more I could relate to, being a lesbian. But, self-love is also really important to me, too, and I explore that a lot in my music. It’s okay to brag sometimes, as long as you never forget where you came from, and are thankful for your many blessings. And of course, I’m endlessly inspired by other artists. Working with 5OGUE on their ‘Chiquita’ album was honestly one of the most incredible experiences I’ve had working with any artists. They’re so passionate about their message and about their fans, it was so refreshing to be around that kind of energy. it invigourated me to start making more music for myself as soon as possible, honestly.

You were a large part of 5OGUE’s ‘Chiquita’ project, even featuring on the album’s cover artwork. It seems like that was a passion project for you as much as it was for them, is that true?

KKUMA: Absolutely. That album had been in production since last year. Penny and Jiseok came to me personally to ask if I would be willing to work with them because of my own involvement in the LGBTQ+ community, who they largely serve, and I was honoured. It was a no-brainer for me. So many of the songs on that album became a big part of me, and I am so, so proud of them and so thankful I got to be part of something so beautiful, by artists I’ve long admired.

You admire them, but they are your juniours, right? Are there any other newer artists who stand out to you?

KKUMA: It seems like these days, an incredible talent is always just around the corner. I worked a little with DK♡SN on their debut, and they’re really bringing a fresh and youthful energy to the table, and they aren’t afraid to be soft and cute in the ‘girl crush’ era.

You embody more of a ‘girl crush’ aesthetic yourself, though, don’t you?

KKUMA: I think I take ‘girl crush’ a bit too literally (laughs). But, I don’t really limit myself to one particular aesthetic or concept. I’m all over the place. I’m really inspired by retro aesthetics and fashion, though, mostly because it’s so diverse, but still recognizable. I want to be like that.

#interview #m: dazed korea #250819

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lottieandlouise · 7 years

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make-up artist, beauty influencer and 1d sibling lottie tomlinson chats the beauty in being true to yourself

About to launch her very own book, the bleach-haired beauty shares her tips to making it in the industry.

A post shared by ⚡️LOTTIE⚡️ (@lottietomlinson) on May 8, 2017 at 3:38pm PDT

Yes, Lottie Tomlinson is Louis from 1D's little sister, but she's also a shining star in her own right. Lottie was 12 years old when she discovered her mum's make-up bag, and from that day on becoming a make-up artist was all she could dream about. Growing up in Doncaster, the Tomlinsons were a big family, which was ideal for Lottie as it meant she had more models to practise her make-up skills on.

Despite being told by teachers that it wasn't a proper job, Lottie persevered. In the end, it was her mum who suggested Lottie go and work with 1D's much loved make-up artist Lou Teasdale. Since then, Lottie's been carving out a career for herself as one-to-watch in the beauty industry. About to launch her very own book, dedicated to beauty on the inside and out, we spoke to Lottie about the importance of creativity and always staying true to yourself.

A post shared by ⚡️LOTTIE⚡️ (@lottietomlinson) on Jan 30, 2017 at 8:12am PST

How has your background shaped who you are as a person?

Growing up in Doncaster and not having much in my younger years has definitely made me more humble, and it makes me appreciate what I have now so much more. Having a large family and lots of younger sisters also sparked my love for make-up and beauty -- I always had someone to practice on when I was at home.

What's your earliest make-up related memory?

Finding a Benefit highlighter in my mum's make-up bag. I asked her what it was for and she explained that it was used to accentuate your cheekbones. I just found this fascinating and started looking up make-up and what each product does on the computer; I was 12 years old.

So you've pretty much always wanted to be a make-up artist?

Yeah, even though teachers at school told me that it wasn't a proper job and I should think of something else. I was adamant that I was going to get there.

So how did you start to make it in a 'proper job'?

When I was 15 I finished my GCSEs and didn't get the grades to study make-up at sixth form. My mum said, "Why don't you go and work with Lou Teasdale for a week and get some experience, then find a make-up college?" I was convinced that she wouldn't want little old me there getting in the way, but she did and it went from there.

What is it about make-up that appeals to you?

I love the way that it can give people so much confidence; you can transform yourself and become a different person. There are also so many different things you can do with make-up; you can express yourself and be so creative. It's kind of all I've known and it has got me where I am today. I've never lost my passion for it and I think that's the main thing.

A post shared by ⚡️LOTTIE⚡️ (@lottietomlinson) on Feb 19, 2017 at 3:13pm PST

Who or what inspires you?

I get a lot of inspiration from Instagram; it's amazing to see everyone's work in one place. It's so cool to see all the trends that go round. Huda's beauty page is amazing for keeping up-to-date with all the trends.

What's your career highlight so far?

I think collaborating with Nails Inc. It was my first major project and I had so much fun with it.

What advice would you give to anyone hoping to follow in your footsteps?

I would tell them to work hard and don't give up, because it's not always easy to get there, but if you try hard enough, you can do it.

Whose make-up do you wish you could do and what would it look like?

It would obviously be a Kardashian! Who wouldn't want to do their make-up? I'd probably try using some colour.

What does beauty mean to you?

I think it means being confident and being you. It's easy to try so hard to follow trends and be like people on Instagram and online, but you should always stay true to yourself.

What are you working on next?

My book, I'm so excited! It's dedicated to all things beauty and I think it reflects me so well -- I can't wait to people to see it.

What excites you most about your creative future?

Just being able to share my love of make-up and beauty with everyone online, showing them my favourite looks and seeing them recreate them.

#lottie #lottie tomlinson #lottie press #lottie interview #lottie tomlinson interview #310517 #2017 #may 17

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floofsta-x · 7 years

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Top 15 Kpop songs of 2016 ♪ ✻

Can you hear me crying from where you are?? How the heck am I going to do this!!? I listen to and absolutely adore soooooooooooo much kpop ;-;

@ameehhhhh tagged me in this; thank you as always love!! ♥︎ (thanks for the moral support btw c’:) All of my crying aside, I’m actually looking forward to this a lot. I want you to keep in mind as you read this that I haven’t been *seriously* into kpop for very long--give me another month and this list may completely change!! Uh I don’t think I’m going to put these in any particular order as of now. However I will give a very brief (or eh not so brief) reason why I love them!! Artist repeats doesn’t matter, this is strictly songs! (❖ means it’s going to be a #Kpop-theory subject... someday hahah. Stay tuned in the next couple weeks y’all)

If I haven’t heard a song it’s not going to be on here, oh well c: You know how hard it is to stan all the underrated kpop groups at once????

1. Fighter, Monsta X Ok so starting off the list with a bang(er) !! This is an incredibly addictive anthem and every time I listen to it I just want to put my dukes up and punch all my troubles in the face. Very few songs give me such Joie de Vivre and fighting spirit! I know you hear (or eh, see) me go on about Monsta X all the time, but hear me out on this one. With every single release that they do, their sound gets better I swear. Kihyun’s ad lib in the last (alt) chorus here is #e x p e r t !! Strap your seatbelts on for their comeback, kids, if the quality keeps improving like we’ve been seeing, and I know it is, they’re going to be THE ABSOLUTE BEST. Mark my words. PS. Also tHIS MUSIC VIDEO

2. All In, Monsta X I was debating putting Be Quiet in this spot but then I remembered just how much I love All In. It’s like highkey but lowkey at the same time??? I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be energetic or not but I love it???? The other thing I’ve noticed is that it starts out like a rap but then becomes so melody driven... in contrast to Trespass which starts melodic but becomes rap driven? PS. Also tHIS MUSIC VIDEO

3. Gorilla, Pentagon I’ve been pretty vocal on this blog about this song, so anyone who knows me will also know that I adore this track. It has such a cool sound, the beat is addictive, the melody is catchy, and the raps are masterful. (”Like Boom Boom Boom” ;^;) The slow bass drop in the background?? IT’S ALSO IN THE KEY OF CONCERT E MINOR?????? For only their sophomore effort of their freshman year, I’m totally impressed. Pentagon is going to go far. I’m also really into Pretty Pretty, I believe that one’s actually on Five Senses? As for Can You Feel It, that’s a cool track too but I’m not as big of a fan of it--the tonality is extremely unstable in that one and it sets me on edge. ❖

4. Fantasy, VIXX Haha yeah this is another one that I’ve said I love 400,000,000 times. In my humble opinion, VIXX is incredibly underrated for how good their vocals are and ALSO THEIR LYRICS. The words to Fantasy are absolute poetry™, even in English translation. They’re seriously worth looking up. Let’s see what else... Ending on the leading tone in the chorus. Notes go rly high wow. Like favorite song of all time 12/10 would recommend ❖

5. Kki, Cross Gene This song never fails to get me dancing. I think it has a pretty similar sound to Gorilla and that’s a definite +. A lot of the songs on CG’s Game (mini?) album are amazing but this one’s the best in my opinion. In case you’re curious, the interval in the chorus is a perfect fifth

6. Saxophone, Double S 301 It’s so hard to choose an absolute favorite Double S 301 2016 release. I think between 21gram, Remove, and Saxophone though it’d be the last. This track has everything I love, a sampled saxophone hook, killer harmonies, and a singable melody. It’s catchy too??

7. 21gram, Double S 301 Need a ballad and more than your feels can handle? Turn this one on and look up some lyrics and I guarantee you’ll be crying in under a minute. This could seriously be a wedding song (or a cry-to-your-breakup song). If you’ve never listened to Double S 301 (SS301), please do, I’m begging you. Their harmonies are the absolute best! Also you can listen to music by them under their former name, SS501, most of that is pretty good too.

8. Monster, EXO So this is an extremely popular song, with good reason in my opinion. Its dark sound and themes are thought provoking and intriguing, and the melody itself starts and ends on the seventh of the key???? I’ll tell you more about that later. ❖

9. Boom Boom, Seventeen I’m in absolute love with the quasi funk sound of this track. I will admit that I’m not too much a fan of Seventeen yet but their harmonies impress me.

10. Yes or No, UP10TION I just started listening to this one recently and I’m in.love.already. The chords are simply amazing and I could sing the melody all day. I also believe that it changes keys a few times? At least it switches between minor and major which is always amazing to hear. The one thing that I’ve been thinking about UP10TION since I started listening to them was, wow they go really high... maybe higher than other groups. I’ll have to do some testing on this though.

11. Lie, BTS (Jimin) So yes I know I don’t post about BTS as much as some people think I should. I like their music, and not just Jimin and Rapmon, trust me!! Lie is so unique, it has the quality that we’ve come to expect from BTS (well Jimin), expert vocals and amazing lyrics. The song stands out though because of its powerful presence and weight as well. Bonus points for the minor, subdued verses and then...... “.....Caught in a lie” me: wtf that is such a major sound my heart has been wounded

12. Boombayah, BLACKPINK Remind me to explain the ‘East Asian’ synth sound to you sometime... This track embodies it. I love the unrelenting bass in this one too. I know a lot of people say that BLACKPINK lacks vocals and they get shit for YG’s head calling them his ‘prettier 2NE1′, but I think they have potential.

13. Back Again, KNK I love the piano beginning, and then, the beat kicks in and makes this one all worth it. I also like the inflection with which ‘back again’ is said. I will confess though I haven’t listened to much more by KNK, so I might search around and change my mind on this one. I plan to look into them more in the future though.

14. It’s Raining, SNUPER At first I didn’t really like Snuper’s sound, but their ‘Rain of Mind’ Mini-album grew on me. I think that they accomplish a pretty good blend of genres and styles on it. It’s Raining, for instance, reminds me of an ‘80s-‘90s New Wave song. Among the other ones they do are Jazz (There’s even an on key but really badly done sax solo in So Much in Love.), funk, and a couple others I can’t describe right now.

15. Queen, HISTORY Why don’t more people stan these guys? ;-; Well anyway, the song. I really love the video for this and the song is mature and sexy as well. You might notice a theme in my choices, and that is saxophone hooks. oh there’s also the word ‘boom’ in some shape or form lol. They seem to be universal kpop elements right now lol.

Runners up: Good Luck, AOA; Skydive, B.A.P; Be Quiet, Monsta X; Remove, Double S 301; Yeah Yeah, SISTAR; Very Very Very, I.O.I; Oh NaNa, K.A.R.D; Pretty Pretty, Pentagon;

So that’s it for me! Yeah as I said, these might change as I keep listening to things over the course of the year lolol~ I tag @rhainintheattic, and tbh she’s the only one I’m really curious to hear from. Soooo if you want to do this, be my guest.

#really long post sorry #tagged #this was actually pretty fun #though it was hard....#:|

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Defeating Used Activities: Why Incentives to Decrease Pre-Owned Gaming Are Awful

Gaming is one of the biggest hobbies and even careers in the world. People play games for fun or learning while others record videos concerning the games. In this short article, I will focus more on gaming itself and not so much the side of making gaming videos. Gamers can be found in many different ages, genders, religions, locations and shapes. The backgrounds of folks who are gamers make gaming very much more fun. 릴게임 손오공

Backgrounds of gamers can play a component in the sort of games that individuals play. There are all sorts of combinations for different categories associated with the kind of games and type of gamers. You should go through the game's website to obtain all the pertinent information just before buying.

There are lots of online platforms where you are able to buy games from such as for instance Steam or Humble Bundle. Those sites will give you the description, videos by the business, pictures, user and non-user tags, reviews, website, company and their social account(s). Be aware the game's website mightn't explain to you everything you need to know. As the absolute minimum, a gaming company will show a brief sales pitch description, little bit of pictures (5 at best), one or two videos by them and their social accounts. The absolute most they will provide is an insightful description, their social accounts, user reviews and videos by them.

In games that report a man strong and smart, he'll mostly likely be white, tall, thin, movie star looking and buff. You will rarely see him be a community, short, chubby, not buff, nerdy looking, while still being strong and smart. You see this even LESS for females. Some females in games will also be white, tall, thin and strong while showing skin like no tomorrow. You simply see THESE females in MMORPG games (Massively Multiplayer online Role Playing Game) though. RPG games are created for fantasy worlds where you mostly fight people and monsters. Needless to say the females'stats will undoubtedly be strong nevertheless they won't look strong.

Generally in most games, once they add an identity for you really to play they always add a white male first, then a white female, then a black male, and a black female. They don't really even really add folks who are mixes of races or in between. In regards to the black characters they simply add one shade of "black" or "African American" and don't assume all black person on the planet is that shade.

In games, nearly all the characters are usually thin and tall. You do not really see characters which are short and thin, tall and chubby, short and chubby, etc. There are certainly a lot of people who aren't thin and who aren't tall.

Then lastly, there's the mental message that goes with the gender, race, and body type. What do After all by the mental message? Some games send an indirect message about that character being strong and smart or something else. While for other games it can be a mental message either deliberately or not. For instance, in the game you play and you see a fraction female who's short, chubby, nerdy looking and her traits are to become a goof ball, naive, and dumb. It may send a mental message to you that people that look like her are just like her. They're not smart, they aren't thin, and are not tall. They did poorly in school, etc. etc. So you start thinking those activities centered on not merely seeing this because game over and over again, nevertheless when it happens in other games too.

The worst part is NONE of these specific things are true. Yes, some individuals aren't thin, tall, and maybe not that bright; however, not EVERYONE is similar to this! You do have short chubby minorities that are smart as all move out! You've all sorts of combinations of people who ARE smart! Needless to say, all these things about gender, race, body type, and messages aren't just in gaming; they're in movies, TV shows, ads, etc. What's interesting is that a few of the creators who make the games, movies, TV shows, ads, etc., are minorities themselves and they make up the populace of the earth. (Search "world population by race 2016" and click the initial three links if you do not believe me.)

Quick disclaimer: I AM NOT BASHING ANYONE! Yes, I was shouting that. This part of the article is telling you what I am aware, read, hear and experience in gaming.

If you do not trust in me go look at today's TV shows, movies, ads, and games. A present to look at permanently representation is Milo Murphy's Law. Two games to check out as a guide permanently representation are OverWatch and Atlas Reactor. Now in these fields it's gotten better for representation specifically gender, race and just now starting body type (specifically in this order). Some games even add robots and creatures as playable characters to avoid having issues with representation. This removes the situation of users wanting a personality to represent their actual or preferred gender, race, or body type because now there's an identity most users can agree on. All things considered, you can't please everyone.

Alright, since I ranted and got the bad stuff out from the way; let's enter into the nice elements of gaming! You've gamers as young as 36 months old and as old as 90+! Irrespective of your actual age, race, gender, religion, culture, or location gaming could be best for anyone. Gaming can not merely be fun, but beneficial and educational.

An advantage with gaming is it can benefit youth have more confidence in themselves and be more social. Should they play an on the web multiplayer game and speak with other players all over the world, this can help then get used to talking to others besides family and they gain confidence in what they're saying. They could go from an introvert to a cultural fanatic! It can occur fast or slowly. Even if it's not just a game but a place for gamers, artists, fashion designers, car enthusiast, etc. to chat; it will still make them become more social. Keep in mind though, typing to someone and then voice chatting to someone are two different experiences. Youth can be very social when typing but very shy when voice chatting.

This is one way I am. Before I was shy when talking to people I didn't know if it was online or offline, now I've be comfortable with it because I am aware the way to handle myself and have confidence in myself. But as it pertains to voice chatting online, I'm the quiet person on the chat. Counterproductive right! You might even forget I was in a call with you! Before when individuals at the lender said "Hi" I wouldn't say anything, now I really respond and say "Hi. How are you?" From then on I don't really expect to consult with them so I'll be quiet again lol. See what I am talking about? After socializing, in general, over time you obtain better at it and become less nervous and well informed in yourself.

Another benefit with gaming is team work. Sometimes in games the only way to win or accomplish a target is to work well with a number of players. Using games, players are allowed a task may be accomplished with only 1 player, but it could be harder until you do have more players than yourself. Other times certain tasks can't be accomplished with one player and need two or more. There are times you produce a group with friends and family or family in order to complete the goal. Other times you possibly can make friends with people you didn't know.

This really is where it could possibly get tricky. If it's a game where you can make a group that's invite only, you'd just invite friends and family or family. You are able to strategize with them, you'd be more comfortable talking together, and you'll all agree to work together. If it is a game where there's no group system but you can still use others, aka free for fall, and you can talk to them there might still be described as a goal that could only be completed with multiple players. Have you got to play with other players you've never talked to before if your family and friends can't join you and you actually want to complete this goal?

This isn't a poor thing though! This is where you not merely be much more social however, you learn to assist other players you've never met before. If you always play together with your family and friends you both already understand how to interact, how the other thinks, etc. But if it's someone you've never met it can be quite a little difficult. Me and my cousin spent my youth doing everything together without really having any friends, maybe colleagues and associates but certainly not friends. So we were very used to knowing what the other wanted or how they played etc. But whenever we actually got two friends, it had been extremely tough to acknowledge many things. When you play and work with others now it will undoubtedly be easier later. Me and my cousin have improved our skills to work well with others.

Another benefit is patience which ties in with team building and socializing. After all, to be able to progress at something you not just keep carrying it out however you have to have patience while doing it. There are lots of times in games where you have to wait. The same as reading is in everything, you need to have patience for everything. In games you always have to attend for something. You have to have patience for finding something, something in order to complete cooking, something in order to complete dying, your friends to come back from going afk (Away From Keyboard), the next wave of monsters in the future, the following level to open, etc. etc. I had to have patience when writing this article! So gaming might help you've more patience in gaming and everyday life.

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I Don’t Know Her

Basic Character Questions

First name? Nikolas

Surname? MCS

Middle names? nope

Nicknames? You can call me Nikko

Date of birth? 10/09/1991

Age? 27

Physical / Appearance

Height? 1,74m

Weight? 89Kg

Build? Wide, graciously curvy

Hair colour? Red [thanks science]

Hair style? It should be long, but shit happens.

Eye colour? Light Brown

Eye Shape? Oh well... Caucasian-ish?

Glasses or contact lenses? None

Distinguishing facial features? Ginger beard

Which facial feature is most prominent? Forehead galore

Which bodily feature is most prominent? Paleness? Big ass[ets]?

Other distinguishing features? Long torax, short legs, waist legend

Skin? Pale, smooth, full of spots #101Nikkatians

Hands? Big, soft, can snap for days

Make up? Translucid powder, eyebrow, mascara, bronze eyeshadow, go!

Scars? Under my nose [dog bite], on my head [hammock fail]

Birthmarks? None

Tattoos? yensiD [left wrist], Mickey [right forearm], gnuoy eb, duorp eb [hands]

Physical handicaps? None

Type of clothes? It’d be a lot more awkward, slutty and funny if only $$$

How do they wear their clothes? Oh well, you know... On my body

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc) I’m a 43(br) and love all kind of boots [perv]

Race / Ethnicity? Caucasian, mainly Lebanese and Italian, but also everything else [shout out to Ireland]

Mannerisms? As I said, Italian, so... hands everywhere. And faces.

Are they in good health? My body tries, I get in the way of it

Do they have any disabilities? Hmmm... Maybe focus-wise....I don’t knSQUIRREL!!!

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse? Like... What now?

Do they have a catchphrase? “I didn’t come out to see straight people.”

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Opt knowing deep inside shit is real

Are they introverted or extroverted? Ext Social Mask smothers Int Self

Do they ever put on airs? Behind a humble facade, yes

What bad habits do they have? Bad love choices, bad alcohol choices

What makes them laugh out loud? Almost everything, espeacially myself

How do they display affection? Taking care, criticizing, keeping around

Mental handicaps? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAdefinitely

How do they want to be seen by others? Good, loyal, fun, reliable

How do they see themselves? A fucking mess

How are they seen by others? Funny, airhead, always late, immature

Strongest character trait? Sense of humor, devoted, very protective.

Weakest character trait? Can’t decide until last minute. A little angry ego.

How competitive are they? Mostly okay.

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? Both

How do they react to praise? STAHP IT. No, srsly, stop.

How do they react to criticism? War in my mind (less apocalyptical if it is a constructive one, not only mean)

What is their greatest fear? Not knowing. Also Alzheimer’s. Arachinae.

What are their biggest secrets? You wish. ~immaho~

What is their philosophy of life? Don’t rush, don’t hush, judge before trust.

When was the last time they cried? Some random song this week

What haunts them? Darkness, regret, violence, gone too soon

What are their political views? Good laws to protect and respect all people

What will they stand up for? Friends, animals, injustice.

Who do they quote? Bad obscure cartoon characters

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? in, love nature, but sun, heat, insects... ugh, PEOPLE

What is their sinful little habit? Can’t really tell, can I?

What sense do they most rely on? Very grateful for sight, but hearing

How do they treat people better than them? If only there was such people

How do they treat people worse than them? Politely evil. [if by worse you mean a bad person]

What quality do they most value in a friend? Loyalty

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Family need

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? Don’t overthink so much, be able to choose something and focus on it

What is their obsession? Music

What are their pet peeves? DON’T GO FUCKING CHANGING MY FUCKING PLAYLIST IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKING SONG

What are their idiosyncrasies? It seems like I’ve been living in a musical for quite a while now.

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? Big, huge, love my siblings.

What is their perception of family? My space, your space, deal? [I don’t talk much to any of them]

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? I am the oldest, then there are 2 boys and 2 girls.

Describe their best friend. Ginger, unfair karma queen, the best.

Ideal best friend? A twin? [narcisist much?]

Describe their other friends. Easy going people, alcohol friendly, nighters

Describe their acquaintances. RMC, are you there?

Do they have any pets? Towanda, the cat. [Bridget, her sister, ran away]

Who are their natural allies? The walls at home?

Who are their surprising allies? The stage

Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child? Fat and smart

Did they grow up rich or poor? Okay, no big luxury, comfortable

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? Emotionally negleted

What is the most offensive thing they ever said? *bleep*

What is their greatest achievement? Living alone

What was their first kiss like? Ugh, mall stairs, f u Marie

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Let them go

What are their ambitions? The world, rule it.

What advice would they give their younger self? You go and do that and speak up and enjoy the fuck of it!

What smells remind them of their childhood? Plumeria rubra scent

What was their childhood ambition? Be a scientist

What is their best childhood memory? Seing Santa Claus

What is their worst childhood memory? Hearing stepdouche doing mom

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? I don’t remember :^(

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment? Pff! Good morning?!?!? Done.

What past act are they most ashamed of? Perform a Britney song to my steploser

What past act are they most proud of? Get into college

Has anyone ever saved their life? Not that I remember, but I did.

Strongest childhood memory? Making “herb-ice”

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? Yep

Are they in a relationship? Nope

How do they behave in a relationship? Ugh....... Not well

When did you character last have sex? Ahahaha HOW DARE YOU?

What sort of sex do they have? THERE ARE CHILDREN READIN[I’m Breathless track 3]

Has your character ever been in love? Yes...yes

Have they ever had their heart broken? You can’t love and not have your heart broken

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? Analysis and response

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Tongue

What is your character’s kryptonite? A stupid thing to awnser

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Books as a whole count? If not, my writings.

How do they perceive strangers? Fully.

What do they love to hate? Crocs [but I have one, FYI]

What are their phobias? Spidey, things falling [?!?]

What is their choice of weapon? Double 9mm OR Mr. Pointy

What living person do they most despise? Right awnser! SD! E FD.

Have they ever been bullied or teased? Hm... A fat gay boy in high school... I WONDER WHAT IT WAS LIKE?! [actually after a slow start I did very well socially in high school]

Where do they go when they’re angry? Smoke a cig... or 5

Who are their enemies and why? Toxic straight people, evil pocs, fascionistas bitches and unemployment.

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job? English teacher

What do they think about their current job? I love my students

What are some of their past jobs? More of that. Also DJing

What are their hobbies? Assimilate culture

Educational background? College almost done than dropped

Intelligence level? ahahahah too much for my own good

Do they have any specialist training? Madonna 101: How to be a star and make fabulous detail-oriented tours and concept albums

Do they have a natural talent for something? Very bend-y. Can dance.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? Long Time-distance Sleeping

What is their socioeconomic status? White privilege going bankrupt

Favourites

What is their favourite animal? Wolf and deer and unicorn

Which animal to they dislike the most? Eesh, besides arach-crew? Protozoa disturbs me

What place would they most like to visit? NY/Iceland/Japan

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? Every dawn is it.

What is their favourite song? HA! As if I could, but I got some. Down Under - Men At Work is a good one.

Music, art, reading preferred? Gimme gimme blood! All of it, Love art.

What is their favourite colour? Green. [is rainbow a color?]

What is their password? anime character

Favourite food: Potato, Nachos and Watermellon

What is their favourite work of art? The Virgin of the Rocks by Leonardo DaVinci.

Who is their favourite artist? Oh boy... Gustave Doré. Mucha is one of them. DaVinci is the most important in my life. Björk in music.

What is their favourite day of the week? Wednesday

Possessions

What is in their fridge: many spices, little actual food

What is on their bedside table? water, saline solution and toilet paper

What is in their car? nothing because it does not exist

What is in their bin? used tissues, nails, empty snacks packages

What is in their purse or wallet? lot of hygiene itens, umbrella, more toilet paper, some books, e-reader, chargers, sunglasses, water bottle, mess

What is in their pockets? trash, coins, keys, cellphone, ID

What is their most treasured possession? My books

Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? A very tired one

Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes

What are their religious views? Go nature, fuck people

What do they think heaven is? Peace

What do they think hell is? This?

Are they superstitious? Yep, a litte

What would they like to be reincarnated as? A happy person with a happy life

How would they like to die? No pain, no fear.

What is your character’s spirit animal? Bridget Jones. Maybe a capybara.

What is their zodiac sign? Virgo [asc Aqu moon Lib ven Leo]

Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? Take away their freedom

What is their view of ‘freedom’? Being responsible for your own choices

When did they last lie? Some lines above SCANDAAAAAALL!!!!

What’s their view of lying? Sadly vital

When did they last make a promise? Last month

Did they keep or break their last promise? Hell yeah

Daily life

What are their eating habits? Bring it in

Do they have any allergies? Everything and nada, possible rhinitis.

Describe their home. Empty, quiet, books everywhere, clean but messy.

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? FREACKING HOARDER BOSS

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Tea

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Become one with the sofa

What do they do on a Friday night? Try to stay home, fails, go out

What is the soft drink of choice? Strawberry juice with condensed milk

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Margarita [it is not a cocktail, but Bailey’s]

Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype? Chaotic Neutral towards Good [ENFp - #2w3]

Who is their hero? My fantasy autors, directors, painters.

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? Sailor Moon. Elvira. Scooby Doo. An Absolut bottle. Dorothy or Elphaba.

Are they comfortable with technology? Very

If they could save one person, who would it be? My older sibling.

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Beyoncé

What is their favourite proverb? To know and not to do is not to know

What is their greatest extravagance? Eat good food without caring about the money

What is their greatest regret? Can’t recall any BIIIG one

What is their perception of redemption? To love fully, completely surrender to it, just because it feels right.

What would they do if they won the lottery? Give enough to my siblings be okay for their lives and then travel the world, never come back.

What is their favourite fairytale? Donkeyskin

What fairytale do they hate? Cinderella, too close to home maybe

Do they believe in happy endings? Yes

What is their idea of perfect happiness? Peace, freedom, money

What would they ask a fortune teller? How many children will I have?

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? Definetely the 80′s. Ancient Greece. Renaissence Italy. Feudal Japan. The Celts. And find out if there really was an Atlantis.

What sport do they excel at? Volleyball, gymnastics, can I say yoga?

What sport do they suck at? Most of them?

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? Read minds, teleport, being invisible, Luke Cage Skin, The Phoenix... any of this haha OY WITH THE POODLES ALREADY!! Ugh, endless!!!!

Thank you for your endurance through this! Well, that’s a little lot about me! Hope it will awnser some of your questions as they pop up. You can always ask. So, that is done. Bye now,

- Nikko, the Unikkorn King

original questionaire by https://www.novel-software.com/

#about me #Nikko

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