#textalks

[bucksangel]

As someone who is also from this state on the surface of the Sun, I would get that question a lot from cousins that live in South America.

Fun story: My uncle has a farm house in part of their home country that’s HOT hot (for them, a regular summer day for me) & when we visited, my family was “dying”, all sweaty and complaining. I was happily riding the neighbor’s horse in jeans, much to the family’s amazement.

Point is…we Texans are a different breed and no we don’t all ride horses to school or work.

We do it for fun :D.

Also: fuck Greg Abbot & Ted Cruz. Thanks for coming to my TEXTalk.

i mean i did live across from a farm for most of my childhood so like I can't really blame my ex stepdad's family for thinking I rode horses all the time, but I think it is so funny that they think texas only has farms and fields maybe a couple walmarts😂

also i think if i saw greg abbot or ted cruz it would be on sight. i would throw those men off a cliff if I could.

[mikazioakstaff]

Tex and his TexTalks are awesome!

Older thing I did from my Twitter days. Hat-tip to Tex and the Black Pants Legion for being heckin' awesome people.

[texified]

where are all my trans man pups and when can i be their friend

[technionpro]

H&M is launching a model new debut assortment using vegan cactus leather-based

#H&M is launching a model new debut assortment using #vegan_cactus leather-based

H&M is often on the excessive of the guidelines. This time, the mannequin collaborates with Desserto, The partnership will help create a safer ambiance for the planet and put Mexico on the world vogue enterprise center. The merchandise beneath the collaboration is likely to be part of Science Story, H&M assortment. This new assortment is likely to be part of the mannequin’s Innovation Tales…

[deacblues]

Drawn during a lecture. We’re learning about Java and Data Structures and stuff and I keep thinking about Homestuck.

[ladiekatie]

the texas midterms broken down by a texan

okay, so i don’t have a political science degree or anything, but lemme take a second to tell you about what the fuck happened in texas from my point of view. 

So quick about the author: i am born and raised texas. I have lived in the same city my entire life, this election is my third major election with my first being the 2014 midterms. I live in el paso country, one of the bluest districts in the state, but also the district with one of the lowest voter turnouts in the country. I can see mexico from my apartment guys. there is already a wall there, but not assface’s wall.  with all this established, let’s begin.

Note: all of this is referring to texas residence who voted and does not include those who did not.

Texas is a fucking big ass state. Like... it’s fucking huge. and unlike alaska, another huge fucking state, our population is huge and spread out. There are 5 major cities in Texas, Austin (the capital), Houston, Dallas, San Antonio, and El Paso. Each city has very different population makeups. El Paso has a huuuge hispanic population with a ton of people who cross into the city from Juarez every day to work and go to school. Austin has UT Austin, a major liberal arts university in texas. Houston has a large black population from people fleeing Hurricane Katrina. 

The rest of Texas?? Literally white racist people. There is a huge german settlement just outside of Austin called Fredericksburg, up north in Lubbock, white people. 

This is the midterms by county (taken from NYTIMES):

Those red areas consist 50.9% of Voting Texans. The blue is 48.3% of Voting Texans. Look at the difference in counties of red to blue. While a large portion of texas residents live in cities, the reason we lost the election is that more than half the state lives in rural areas. Rural areas that are far away from the border. from where i’m sitting, the farther people are from the border the more people think that we need more border protection. 

lemme tell you this. most of the shit you think you know about immigration is a fucking lie. El Paso is one of the safest cities in america and it’s not because of that fucking fence that is standing there. It’s because the people who come from Juarez are are classmates, coworkers, friends, family, and people just trying to make some money in the Land of Opportunity. El Paso is blue because we see the border, we live with the border, every single day and we do not see the issues that the reds are showing y’all on the news. 

So when someone tells you the people of *insert border town here* is being threatened by the immigrants just look how those places voted cuz reds are fear mongering those who don’t have access to the border on a regular basis. (personally, i feel like if you don’t live in a state that has an international border you shouldn’t really have a say what goes on in that area because like, 4 out of 50 states of the US shares the US/Mexico border but fucking Wisconsin gets to tell me we have to build a wall? like that’s some bullshit??)

Austin is blue because the people in austin are fucking weird, but they the urban setting provides for ideas to flow faster and spread quicker. The ruraler you get, the harder it is for new “pc” ideas to thrive because rural areas are not exposed to the same things people are exposed to in urban areas. This is a pattern that you can see throughout the country, major metropolitan areas are always a little more aware of social changes because they are usually happening in the city. In rural areas those changes do not have the change/freedom to present themselves. 

Lets also not forget that with a big ass state, we have a shit ton of universities. with universities comes college students who are apathetic of voting. Texas Tech is in Lubbock, one of those two pink squares in the panhandle. Lubbock is a college town. There is nothing to do there but go to school. There are a tooon of college kids there and if they voted that would’ve/should’ve been a blue county. 

Texas, essentially, is too fucking big when it comes to politics. We’re basically our own country with our own stupid ass electoral college. Beto lost the midterms because of the hicks in the middle of texas who don’t have access to urban/liberal culture. 

also a beto funfact: his full name is Robert Francis O’Rourke, his mom is mexican, his dad is white but he grew up Beto and stuck with it to highlight his hispanic heritage while fucking Rafael Edward Cruz white washed his own name to fit in with the cool kids soooo.... take that internalized racism how you want to...

[frogget]

daily reminder i love spong

[rosie-moons]

Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

You don't care.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

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Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

[sunbunnyyy]

!!!!!!!!!

[homestuckhomestuckhomestuck]

meta [5/5] pt 1/2

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(overlaps with ‘archive’ list but it’s also meta)

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Keeping track: 

EverythingHiveswap

Hussie: “true visionaries only communicate through an unfathomable pattern of performance art and loosely coordinated spokespeople”  (2019)

        ↵ Homestuck.info

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Breakdown: 

Read MSPA: Stats and Archive by A. Bailey

All Dialogue in Homestuck/Hiveswap/Friendsim (2019) by Character by Yellowblood eridan-ampora

         ↵ Homestuck Dialogue by Character (2015) 

         ↵ A6I3 transcript part1/part2/part3/ministrife by zenithalgaze

         ↵ Marvus normal text transcript by v

Homestuck Reading Guide/Summaries by R. Saltman

NSND: Compendium of references/leitmotif tracker in Homestuck music by homestuck sreddit new link

          ↵ what songs used in what flash by pherociousDuodecim

          ↵ list of songs in homestuck 

Homestuck Timeline Project by Monty

Pointless Homestuck Statistics 

Lexical Density of Homestuck Dialogue by theorigamiphoenix

http://homestuck.obdurodon.org/

How many times Karkat says Fuck by polyglotplatypus

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Canon Rips/Reference/Resources: 

Homestuckresources Tumblr: Sprites/Guides/Translations

         ↵ All text and godtier colors

         ↵ Homestuck house layouts by lesbrarians

         ↵ Style guide by paperseverywhere

Namco High Sprites

Friendsim/Pesterquest Asset Rips

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Analysis:

Homestuck OutDepth: Computer science x Homestuck by TexTalks

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History: 

Documentary on Fan Audio by iTwango

Homestuck Fandom by RPG Monger

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Discussion:

Perfectly Generic Podcast

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Reviews/News: 

Ulysses?? by PBS Idea Channel 

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Academic Papers: 

Let Me Tell You About Homestuck: Correspondences Between Adaptive Change and Complex Stories by R. Lack

Friendship isn’t an Emotion Fucknuts by Professor K. Veal from Massey University

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random meta i like: 

Internet lingo

tragicomedic

eterminology

2013 Ao3

#Reviews: unspoilable, juggalos are real, war and peace, straightforward, workplace dispute

Upd8 culture: convention history, burger king, belligerence, familiarity, ye, staying power, letmetellyou

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Meta analysis blogs/podcasts: PART 2 (link in future)

ex: https://homestuckanalysistidbits.tumblr.com/

[classpectanon]

the lord and muse’s verb: command

obviously i’m like ten years late on the train here, mostly because i didn’t like the idea. it felt too simple for me, but nothing else really fit in the paradigm and we didn’t get a great enough sense of calliope’s powers to figure out where the muse fell, in my opinion.

now we do.

lords command, muses invite commanding. (epilogue spoilers ahead)

firstly, this excellent video by textalks is pretty much mandatory listening but if you dont want to i’ll summarize its salient points, namely that

a: each aspect stands for some kind of narrative or meta construct, in addition to its more obvious and literal meanings

b: those are as follows

light/void = where the plot is focused hope/rage = plot coherence/contrivance mind/heart = audience interaction (speculation/interpretation) blood/breath = narrative priority (character driven/plot driven) time/space = the "stage" (the sequence of events/the setting) you can't have a story without the place the story happens and the things that happen life/doom = character arcs (high points/low points)

obviously, we’re focusing on one pair in particular - time and space. the foundational building blocks of a story. the setting, and the things that happen in it.

caliborn as the lord of time commands the story’s sequence of events. he takes the narrator role, it is his influence that literally controls the entire story before it even starts (roundaboutly through time shenanigans), by permeating through the timeline he ensures that the sequence of events in the story has to be one that leads to his creation (and inevitable demise). he literally commands a bunch of time minions.

and through inversion rules (doing X does its inverted opposite), by commanding the sequence of events, he ends up inviting command of the setting, allowing entities like Doc Scratch (which, true, are partly him) to manipulate worldbuilding to his ends.

on her head, calliope doesn’t quite get this far, but that’s okay, because it’s really muse calliope we’re talking about here. there’s probably a bunch of muse of space shit she does, but the biggest, most absurdly literal is the creation of her snowglobe, the space that encapsulates all of noncanonicity (i.e, fanfiction). She is literally allowing others to command the setting - not only does Vriska imply that John is actually subconsciously controlling candy world even if he thinks he isn’t (with the added possibility that maybe others are doing so as well?), but she’s giving US, the READERS the possibility of commanding settings inside of her snowglobe.

and obviously, creating a story in them leads to the invention of a sequence of events. ;)

i will be making a masterpost about the other 22 muse/lord aspect combinations and how i believe they may be able to manifest on a structural and metanarrative level, so, stay tuned for that.

[utopianparadoxist]

What do you think of textalks' take on maid/heir as a pair?

I haven’t really been convinced by it. There’s no archetype connecting the two, and most maid/heir models typically make maid passive and heir active, where I think canon suggests the opposite.

[technionpro]

“Oroblù Save the Oceans”: sustainable wearables

“Oroblù Save the Oceans”: sustainable wearables

Making a high-quality, modern textile product that can also be sustainable, owing to its restricted influence on the atmosphere. That was the problem taken on by the Bergamo-based Italian multinational RadiciGroup – a world main producer of polyamides, artificial fibres and engineering polymers with purposes in quite a lot of industries, primarily within the textile/style sector and the high-end…

[textalks-blog]

Mr Afaan talks about the relevance of a qualitative product mix

[palavradigital-blog]

Episódio especial do TExTalk traz a importância da cultura organizacional e do empreendedorismo para o Mercado Segurador

Episódio especial do TExTalk traz a importância da cultura organizacional e do empreendedorismo para o Mercado Segurador

Emir Zanatto, CEO da TEx, recebe no TExTalk – podcast sobre empreendedorismo, tecnologia e inovação, Juliana de Alencar, especialista em cultura organizacional e foi sócia e CCO da StartSe, atualmente é fundadora da WG, e Michelle Vilarinho, vice-presidente na Corretora Via Direta e founder da Via Mais Corretora de Benefícios. As executivas falaram sobre como o empreendedorismo e a implementação…