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visiosatanae · 6 months
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Totally random, but my mom got my dad a Hot Ones hot sauce kit for Christmas and the family has gotten together today to do a testing and see how far we can make it through the gauntlet. I'm a huge wimp when it comes to spice so I was expecting to tap out after the first few.
I made it to the seventh out of ten.
I taste nothing but pain and it won't go away.
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felikatze · 8 months
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Yoo, what game are you playing? Your post made it seem so interesting, I really wanna check it out
i'm playing Slay The Princess, a horror visual novel about a hero going to slay a princess to save the world.
"A fully-voiced, cosmic horror black comedy/romance. The Stanley Parable meets Call of Cthulhu with a dash of Disco Elysium." - Black Tabby Games' website about the game. And yeah, that applies.
It has extremely branching paths and a timeloop aspect (yall can figure i'm a sucker for timeloops) and it's morbidly fascinating to watch how the hero and the princess both shape each other in their mutual dance of longing and repulsion.
it's that combination of horror and romance that really gets to me, cuz i think repulsion and adoration are very similar. do not ask me why. it just is, to me.
an individual playthrough took me two and a half hours but i only saw a FRACTION of the options available, and a full playthrough of everything is supposed to take 15h, i think.
horror game tws obviously for: self-mutilation, suicide, murder, unreality, spooky ghosts who want to kill you so bad, burning to death, intrusive thoughts, some degree of auto-cannibalism, body horror (lots of it), the changing and twisting and warping nature of reality, etc etc.
it has in my opinion great hand-drawn illustrations with a fantastic breadth of design for just one singular character. it also features jonathan sims as the majority of the cast, if you like his stuff - if you enjoyed the magnus archives, you'll definetely like hearing his writing again. both he and the princess' VA, Nichole Goodnight, both did fantastic jobs of bringing all the different facets of these characters to life.
a lot of the game is listening to yourself bicker, so make sure you enjoy that before you buy it. I'd recommend ManlyBadassHero's playthrough of it (currently ongoing) if you just want to check it out first. ...i cant count how many games I checked out because Manly played them.... that guy is singlehandedly responsible for my love of rpgmaker games, damn.
also, despite it being a horror game, there were a good few moments that made me laugh, too (the razor is a master of comedy), and i found it to be very emotionally moving. Probably since it's a visual novel, but my anxiety disorder didn't give me a hard time playing it like it usually does with horror games.
i had a fantastic time with it and i'm 100% booting up another file to see even a fraction of what I missed on my first go-around.
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melisa-may-taylor72 · 4 years
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ROGER TAYLOR: THE QUEEN'S SOLOIST- PELO MAGAZINE-  JULY, 1981
As a group, QUEEN has accomplished almost everything that a rock band can dream: big international tours always crowned by success, exploration and conquest of new territories, several albums number one in sales, double live album, conceptual album, soundtrack of a film. And now they will complete one of the few missing achievements:  A solo album. The first to set foot in these waters was Roger Taylor, the drummer.
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Although Roger Taylor began his musical career as a teenager, when he wanted to become the best drummer in the world, he soon realized that it was going to be difficult for him to reach those heights, and changed his goal for that of knowing success through Queen. However, the years passed, there were fewer challenges to accept, and then now the thoughtful and coherent Taylor decided to make "Fun In Space", his first solo album (which promises to be a blast), revolving around the subject of science fiction, which has always fascinated him. Two years ago he started working on this project, in Queen's studios in Montreux, Switzerland, gathering all the material and all the ideas that did not fit within the musical spectrum of the band, but obviously, were going to serve him in this work outside the band.
FUN IN SPACE
When he began to think about this project, Taylor had doubts about whether or not his bandmates would accept his need to make a solo album, and whether or not they would like the result. Today, after the album's initial success, everyone seems to be happy with Taylor and his work; even he himself, plans to start with another solo album as soon as the recording of Queen's next work, in this month, is finished.
Taylor composed, played and arranged his entire disco-galactic experience. "Fun In Space" reflects, from beginning to end, all of Taylor's fascination with the cosmic and the ethereal, which he skillfully mixes with rock. Technically, it's an impressive achievement, but overall the album gives the impression of being, seen as a whole, a toy of a rich man who has nothing else to do 😠😠😠😠😠. It lacks a little feeling, is lyrically lazy, androids abound. On the inside of the cover, Taylor says: "I like it. If you don't like it, I'm sorry." 😛There are really nice parts, like the acoustic introduction to "My Country" or the riffs to "Let's Get Crazy", but, again, something is missing. There's no doubt about Taylor's talent, which is perfectly appreciated within Queen, and there's no doubt that most of the band's fans will like this album either. But,... But maybe Taylor's opinions are better than the critics. (They sure are!!!)😏😏😏😏
INFINITE HORIZONS
-Is there a particular reason why you chose this subject as the core of your first solo album?
Yes, I've always liked the spatial, the cosmic, I've always been attracted to it, ever since I was a kid. I have tons of books on the subject at home. Graphically and imaginatively, it's a very strong subject, with infinite horizons. In this field there is everything to invent, to say, to create, and we have to take advantage of it while we are on time. Another reason why I chose a spatial topic is that I wanted to start from something totally distant and different from Queen, to make the thing varied.
-What did the others say about the finished album?
Well, when I announced them that I was going to do a solo album, Freddie was the first to react, and he said: "From now on I tell you that if it's a piece of crap I'll tell you without any consideration". But finally everyone liked it, I even think they like it a lot more than I expected. I don't think they have any reason to be upset that I want to diversify a bit, because they have to know that just because I make a solo album doesn't mean that I want to separate myself from Queen or that I'm not happy with the work with the band. Sometimes you just want to do something different.
Did you ever think of doing a solo tour playing your album live?
No, not at all, it wouldn't make the slightest sense. This album was, for me, a bit like an exercise, a way to show people that drummers can do other things besides drumming.
Do you think this album could be a consequence of feeling frustrated for not being the main figure of the band?
I don't know, I haven't thought about it... Yeah, I guess there must be some of that, to some extent. But I feel good and satisfied with my role within the band. My professional life is totally dedicated to Queen. This album I made it, more than anything, to give it a bit of free rein to my personality, to liberate me a little in an non-group aspect. There seems to be a kind of tendency for drummers to make solo albums nowadays: Phill Collins has just made one, Nick Mason, from Pink Floyd, is bringing out his...
What do you think of yourself as a drummer?
When I started playing I wanted to be the best drummer in the world, but when I heard John Bonham and Buddy Rich, I realized that this aspiration didn't make the slightest sense on my part. I don't think I can expect so much from my technical skills. Besides, I don't like drum solos anymore; I think the era of the drummer's shining in rock is over and over a long time ago.
But then what is your professional goal? To be a well-known drummer and nothing else?
No. What happens is that the story of pretending to be an excellent drummer no longer attracts me. I'm part of a band; no more, no less. That's it, and that's enough for me. For me, the most important thing is not to get the first place in the world as a drummer, but to reach to people. That's what I'm most interested in right now, and that's what I'm trying to achieve.
THE FUTURE SOLOIST
Do you think being a great drummer and reaching out to people are opposites?
Not opposite, but different. I don't criticize those who are great drummers, they are exceptional musicians. There are very few drummers who reached a truly excellent level, and they did it because they gave the drumming a new and extraordinary dimension. John Bonham was the greatest rock drummer of all time. And, of course, so was Keith Moon.
Do you think the success of your album is or will be due to, basic and mainly, the fact that you are a member of Queen, or do you think your own name will also sell too?
It's very likely that there going to be a certain number of albums sold because I did it, Roger Taylor, Queen member, or not. I think the name weighs in either case. But you have to remember that the individual parts of a band are not equal to the unit, to the total result. However, I think there will be a lot of people who will buy the album itself, because they like it, regardless of my name and the band I belong to. In general, people don't just buy records; they buy what they want.
Do you plan to continue making solo albums in the future?
It's very likely that if I have more ideas, things that interest me and I like, I'll make another solo album. But it's not certain at the moment. Anyway, I want it to be very clear that for me Queen will always occupy the first place.
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daemonimperatus · 2 years
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Ok, so this is a weird one. I was listening to the Uniform / The Body collaboration album called "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", or more accurately, I was listening to "Vacancy" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVEBxP…) on a loop because I like that song a lot, and two neurons on my brain clicked and realized that there was a specific sonic character that perhaps will make a comeback one day that "disappeared": Cosmo the Seedrian. So I decided to take the album cover for the collab and try to shoehorn cosmo into it or "Cosmify" as I coined it now, that included finding a fitting image, which I did with massive thanks to @DailyCosmoPics the best account on twitter, specifically this one (t.co/kZxeVvgnBb) and make it look more like the cover, and a actual painting, so I added thanks to GIMP a texture for it and added some cubism to the screencap to make it more artsy. And now we get to the matter of all the writing on the side, which I fully admit that I just copied and pasted the text from the original cover and changed some things in order to make it fit so here are the changes if you care: * Changed the label name from "Sacred Bones" to "Cosmic Indifference" to represent the nihilistic tone of the "album" * Changed the name of the album series to "Ephemeral Friends" to point that is a collab album in a really abstract way and also a reference for reasons I will not get into because you might get spoiled. * Changed the little text under the name of the "Album" to "An album that will never be released" because it won't be lol. * Changed the two collaboration artists to, well, you can figure out way and if you don't just watch s3 of sonic x to find out lol. * Added a text to the bottom that reads as follows: "ALL OF THE NON-EXISTENT PROCEEDINGS FROM THIS FICTICIOUS WORK WILL GO TO THE "#SAVECOSMO" MOVEMENT DEDICATED TO BRING BACK COSMO THE SEEDRIAN INTO THE SONIC SERIES" * And adeed my own interpretation of the #savecosmo movement logo on the right So yeah, that's about it. * Massive thanks to: - SEGA for being pivotal in creating "Cosmo the Seedrian" and the Sonic series in general - @DailyCosmoPics on twitter for the pic, you rock! - The Body & Uniform for making such a sick album - The #SAVECOSMO movement, for being a source of inspiration - Alexander Barton for making the original artwork for the original "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", you are way more talented than I will ever be. Use #savecosmo on twitter to figure more out about the movement. I ain't telling you. --------- ESPAÑOL --------------------- Ok, esto es una cosa rara. Estaba escuchando el álbum de colaboración de Uniform / The Body llamado "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", o más exactamente, estaba escuchando "Vacancy" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVEBxP...) en bucle porque me gusta mucho esa canción, y dos neuronas de mi cerebro hicieron clic y se dieron cuenta de que había un personaje sonoro específico que quizás vuelva algún día a "desaparecer": Cosmo. Así que decidí coger la portada del disco para la colaboración e intentar meter a Cosmo con calzador o "Cosmificar" como lo he acuñado ahora, eso incluía encontrar una imagen adecuada, lo que hice con un agradecimiento masivo a @DailyCosmoPics la mejor cuenta de twitter, concretamente esta (t.co/kZxeVvgnBb) y hacer que se pareciera más a la portada, y a una pintura real, así que añadí gracias a GIMP una textura para ella y añadí algo de cubismo a la captura de pantalla para hacerla más artística. Y ahora llegamos al asunto de toda la escritura en el lado, que admito plenamente que acabo de copiar y pegar el texto de la cubierta original y cambió algunas cosas con el fin de hacer que se ajuste así que aquí están los cambios si te importa: * Cambiado el nombre de la etiqueta de "Sacred Bones" a "Cosmic Indifference" para representar el tono nihilista del "álbum" * Cambiado el nombre de la serie de álbumes a "Ephemeral Friends" para señalar que es un álbum collab de una manera realmente abstracta y también una referencia por razones en las que no voy a entrar porque podría estropearse. * Cambiado el pequeño texto bajo el nombre del "Álbum" a "Un álbum que nunca será publicado" porque no lo será lol. * Cambiado los dos artistas de colaboración a, bueno, usted puede averiguar manera y si no sólo ver s3 de sonic x para averiguar lol. * Añadido un texto al final que dice lo siguiente: "TODOS LOS PROCEDIMIENTOS INEXISTENTES DE ESTE TRABAJO FICTICIO IRÁN AL MOVIMIENTO "#SAVECOSMO" DEDICADO A TRAER DE VUELTA A COSMO A LA SERIE SONIC" * Y añadi mi propia interpretación del logo del movimiento #savecosmo a la derecha Así que sí, eso es todo. * Gracias masivas a: - SEGA por ser fundamental en la creación de "Cosmo the Seedrian" y la serie de Sonic en general - @DailyCosmoPics en twitter por la foto, ¡eres genial! - The Body & Uniform por hacer un álbum tan enfermo - El movimiento #SAVECOSMO, por ser una fuente de inspiración - Alexander Barton por hacer el arte original de "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", tienes mucho más talento del que yo jamás tendré. Usa #savecosmo en twitter para saber más sobre el movimiento. No te lo voy a decir.
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tellywoodtrash · 4 years
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13.11.20
i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.
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hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.
riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.
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KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR
now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?
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asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)
dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.
anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.
5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.
family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.
weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.
mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.
yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.
i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.
riddhima has returned.
to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)
WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.
holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.
mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt
ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)
aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.
mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.
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ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.
ok too much crying. fwding.
riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......
god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.
riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.
obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!
fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.
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LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????
dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.
ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.
dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.
kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.
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LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.
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angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time. 
body nahi mili blah blah blah
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lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.
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lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.
ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.
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yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.
lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.
kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.
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 “riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.” 
ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.
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14.11.20
redo of last scene.
lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???
kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.
lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is. 
kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.
she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.
kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.
again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!! 
mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi???? 
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“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.
mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???
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clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.
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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!
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again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.
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“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.
kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.
he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????
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vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.
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“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????
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YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.
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OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS
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OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST
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styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.
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helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.
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ok 13 days later.
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bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.
talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.
kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.
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lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii. 
standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!
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but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.
riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.
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ofc these two are behind it.
ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.
my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????
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anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.
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VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.
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seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.
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CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.
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also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!
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honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.
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banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.
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show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.
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unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????
lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....
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rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”
aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.
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aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”
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ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”
how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.
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siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”
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“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”
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“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”
yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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eldritchsurveys · 4 years
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1032.
Have you ever had a teacher hit on you? Have you ever hit on a teacher? >> No and no.
Do you tend to eat more on Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas? >> I don’t eat any more than usual on any holiday. My appetite and tastes remain the same no matter what day of the year it is.
Three more days until what? >> Friday...?
Do you know what an 'AMV' is? >> Yeah. I wasn’t ever into them myself, but I remember their existence. (I’m sure someone still makes them, I just don’t hear nearly as much about them nowadays as I did like 13 years ago.)
Who do you not like more: your dentist, your eye doctor, or your doctor? >> I don’t have a doctor or an eye doctor, but every trip to the dentist has been absolute traumatic hell, so.
Why do/don't you like cats? >> I don’t care for cats because I just don’t. There’s no grand reason behind it, it’s probably just because I didn’t grow up around them (every cat person I know has been raised with cats; I was raised with dogs and I’m a dog person, so I figure there’s probably some kind of correlation and maybe even some causation). My father hated housecats and maybe I just absorbed some of his rancor (I don’t hate cats, to be clear, I just... am not crazy about them? don’t find them terribly interesting or loveable? so only some of the rancor, you see). Also, a fair amount of cat-specific behaviour is obnoxious to me (the whole rubbing-on-people thing? and me, being touch-sensitive? bad combo), and I don’t like anything about the concept of a litter box. Ugh.
What is your favorite music artist's hair like? >> ---
Do you like Crayola or Rose Art better? >> Crayola, certainly.
What is your favorite type of dog? >> Pit bulls, probably. They are so adorable to me.
Have you ever considered making videos for YouTube? >> No.
What is your favorite type of nut? >> Hmm... walnut, maybe. Pecan when it comes to baked goods.
What would you do if it snowed right now? >> Nothing. It snowed on Sunday. It’s November, it’s bound to start happening.
Where would you move, if you would move anywhere? >> I’m not sure. Just... far away from Michigan, that’s for sure.
Do you like it when people touch your hair? >> Inworld, absolutely. Outworld... there’s really no reason anyone would be touching my hair, period.
Do you think you have a sad life? >> No, but I do think I am a sad (as in, I feel sad a lot, not as in pathetic) person. I’m other kinds of a person, too, but I’m pretty sad.
Lets say someone calls you at 3 AM and you're sleeping, what do you say? >> I wouldn’t even know it was happening, because my phone is set to go on do not disturb at 10p and to stay there until 7a.
If it was a text would you ignore it or reply? >> If it was something I had a reply for, I’d just reply in the daylight hours.
Do you know anyone who DOSEN'T like the POTC movies? >> I mean, that’s pretty highly likely.
What's one award show you have to watch every year? >> ---
What is the last five words you've said out loud? >> I don’t remember.
What subject do you just not get at all? >> *shrug*
How often do you go shopping just for fun? >> I don’t ever go shopping just for fun. I don’t have enough money to do that with.
When did you start wearing makeup, if you even do? >> I think the first time I tried makeup was in middle school, but of course I did it illegally because my father forbade that sort of thing. I started wearing it in earnest (and with no need for permission) at eighteen.
What's the show that you can't miss a week of? >> I guess Superstore, now that that’s back on. I love that show.
On that note, what's the worst show on television? >> ---
Who do you like more: the Batman or the Joker? >> I don’t care much about either one, although I did like the Joker movie.
How many songs are on your iPod/MP3 player? >> ---
Current book/s you're reading? >> A Mountain Walked (with gritted teeth, kind of), which is a cosmic horror anthology; and also The Body is Not an Apology is back on since I unpaused my Scribd subscription.
How would you go about making a peach color with paints? >> I don’t know how to mix paints. I guess orange and white and red or something.
Why do some people like stuffed animals? >> ... Have you seen a stuffed animal? They’re fucking great, is why.
What's your favorite Panic At The Disco album? >> I don’t have a favourite. The most recent one was pretty snappy.
Do you ever feel like no haircut suits your face? >> No, because it’s not like I’m trying out a bunch of haircuts all the time. I know the current haircut I have suits me fine, so there’s nothing else I need to know.
Best time of the day? >> Early morning.
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italianfish · 4 years
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Here’s some things that I’ve overheard recently
- Michael Jackson part 1, before he came around
- That’s a sexy gauge
- We have cones in our eyes??? *Turns to friend* Show me your eyes.
- What’s ROYGBIV? Is that a person?
- I put the jewish inside of him
- The air in my house is polluted with sleeping pills
- One day someone will react to my gay jokes
- One day someone brought a tub of ice cream out of their backpack in the middle of class
- Hey Francis (Talking to a blow up alien)
- Why do you like assholes
- Aladdin doesn’t have nipples
- Support your own god damn neck!
- I saw my friend in the bathroom and he gave me orange juice
- FORM THE EQUATOR!!!
- Yes, indeed my good sir
- Sharing your wealth is the way to become poor
- I’m sorry I don’t have calcium in my body
- Why the pancreas?!
- I watched this show and these characters exploded and it was my favorite show
- Someone is going to lose a pancreas
- A: Don’t lose your pancreas B: I’ll try to hold onto it
- She knew how to multiply! And I was like “You’re only three!”
- Come on Moser, hitting the nut won’t do anything
- I work with a prostitute
- I love crunchy pancakes
- You are a big neon doof
- Look I can spit, I’m cool now
- ‘Ay! Trout!
- In her free time she did her taxes
- Hey! You like Raisin Bran?
- If you get a rooster you’ll be hungry, unless you eat him
- It smells like Hawaii
- If A claims he’s a god and Jesus says he’s the son of god... Does that mean Jesus is A’s son?
- We managed to convince our sub that this was a film and lit class so we watched infinity war all period
- A- So let’s keep the duck B- It’s a vulture...
- Did you just call me fuzzy?
- I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on
- He looks like a punk rock jazz drummer
- A- British! British! B- I HAVE A NAME!
- Stop putting your dog in the oven!
- Did you expect it to be that good of a cactus?
- I relate to Squidward so much
- He was like the dad that left to get cigarettes and never came back
- We’re literally following Marty Mcfly
- My elbows are funky fresh
- A- You shank em’ B- No! That is the exact opposite of a solution!
- Unicorns caused global warming
- A- No balls in class! B- But we’re in health
- The crazy chellos are back
- See! I do have friends!
- It’s a train, a train of love
- A- Why do they keep getting rid of the babies? B- I don’t know, abortion
- You have to earn the bucket hat
- My friend brought in 7 bucket hats
- Hide the forks!
- The turtles tried to cross the road once
- I’m scared of turtles
- So does everyone just carry a sword around in their back pocket?
- When you’re fishing, anyone in a bucket hat has authority
- She has cheese on her hook!
- Are your knee pits moist?
- Why are you molesting me with water
- I was born vaccinated
- I was born to be a little spoon
- Why do I look like a hispanic man
- Can I tickle your knee pits?
- You’re going to get eaten by the ocean
- A- You’re a hot mess B- Hey! At least I’m hot!
- They’ve developed a handshake! Isn’t this a problem?!
- We’re in the OG thirteen colonies
- A- I’m not used to seeing those big grassy structures B- You mean trees?!
- My name is bagged milk
- You only drink bagged milk once, in Canada
- It’s not expensive, you’re just poor
- I forgot I’m a lady
- That’s you after I poop
- I want to be Brazilian
- I figured out what the voice was! They’re playing Bingo
- A- Do “coo coo” B- CAW
- It’s probably in a nice aisle, aisle 9
- So inside the bag there are 3 more bags full of milk
- Mom we got the bagged milk
- He told me I looked like Nicholas Cage
- Her bio says inhale the kale
- I feel like an easy bake oven
- The bags just like, left
- But what about the unicorns
- Look at that potato! That looks free!
- Everyone! Find a piece of metal and lick it
- I’m the toilet man
- Go fetch me grapes
- All girls want to molest this
- He ate a whole pancake out of an Applebee’s dumpster
- Why did he eat turf
- I’m on a mission to find dairy products
- I was going to go to school and pretend to be a witch
- Remember when you put the lotion in my mouth and I drank it?
- We’re playing quarter baseball
- Pretend you’re sleeping
- The ultimate frisbee association
- My mom picked me up from school so I could go to ultimate frisbee practice
- They got a $2000 grant for a barely existing ultimate frisbee team
- She’s ultra mom
- The dodgeball guy called my friend a walrus
- We did a dramatic reading of an adult novel
- He was buying materials to make a whip
- Grate her down like a piece of cheese
- We sat in a circle and named our most Jewish quality
- 4 is the cosmic number
- I hate being a fertile woman
- Excuse me I’m Jewish
- Surprise disco duet
- I shook like 7 tents
- She’s the strings teacher, we keep her in the basement
- Whenever we finished a test and we said “I’m done” he would say “I’m done! You’re finished!” his last name was Done
- I thought the fire hydrant was a turkey
- I asked him if his password was like an anniversary or something and he said “It’s the date of my grandparents death”
- He gives us weekly quantum physics lectures
- Bruh! That looks like a lunchbox!
- No offense but this guy would make out with a floorboard
- You seem like the kind of person to kiss a floorboard
- You sound exactly like my pediatrician
- Lots of poop, no sock
- She’s not doing her work, she’s looking at Peppa pig
- Yo neighbor, I need some sugar
- White moms are really easy to scare
- Even though it’s part of Asia, ITS NOT
- Why was there a hanging waffle?!
- I got complimented on my croissant
- You can sell your liver
- Bernie Sanders reminds me of a muppet
- WHY IS THERE A HELICOPTER IN THE KITCHEN!!!!
- What are you going to do? Hunt squirrels?
- *A bunch of AP students shouting “Linguini”*
- I got bitten by an iguana in Aruba
- We got an actor to join the hammock group chat
- Say goodbye to your ovaries
- I’m half a butt cheek away from death
- Are you one of those people who puts ice cream and pop tarts in a blender
- Yo! You got any shoes I can eat???
- That’s how you segregate your trail mix???
- He has a six pack of ribs
- I’m so done with books about African children
- Do homies kiss
- I’m here for the num nums
- Don’t touch my pizza you savage!!!
- HURRY UP AND MEDITATE
- What are you for Halloween? Jewish?
- Do ducks have tails
- He was the one that broke the constitution
- Oh god now there’s Hitler on my paper
- God given right of ruling... Manifest destiny in China
- Do you shampoo your eyebrows
- This isn’t Bayblade!
- Bob Ross wasn’t an artist, he was an art therapist
- If anyone on the team is a jellyfish, it’s definitely Brandon
- It’s your fault that I’m not going to college!
- I’m having spinach for dinner! I’m so excited!
- I locked him in his toolbox
- Let’s rent a midget for a day and we can throw him against a wall
- I know how to utilize money, but do I know how to utilize it well, that’s another question
- Man, that place needs a Chick-fil-a, and I’m going to make it
- We should have the purge in school one day
- If you’re weird enough, people won’t want to rape you
- Flex seal it with tape
- Oh yeah, I got vinegar all over my sweatshirt
- Don’t say “Have a good day”, because I’m not having a good day
- Well maybe someday you’ll have cancer
- What’s up guys, I’m from Richie’s pizza, and today I’ll be showing you my body count
- An obo sounds like a clarinet with Down syndrome
- I DONT HAVE ANY MARINARA SAUSCE ON ME RIGHT NOW
- WE WILL SMUGGLE OUR KIDS TO AMERICA
- I’m the jolly black giant
- You pissed off a priest
- If we get a lot of money, I can take her boyfriend to prom
- Ted Bundy would share a lot of ideas with you
- They’re doing a milk experiment... But with marinara
- A- That’s not a color! B- But it’s on a crayon!
- Hey what’s up cheese goblin
- I’m letting my toes breathe
- I’m just saying, tinfoil doesn’t taste that bad
- YOURE EATING IT YOU UNGRATEFUL SWINE
- When I was away were you in my house? Because it’s happened before
- How do you say I have scoliosis in Italian?
- I’m gonna give give birth to a duck, right here, right now
- Are you comparing a 3D printed violin to genocide
- I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST BLACK PEOPLE
- Brother from another mother, TELL ME ABOUT THAT
- I’m a vulture, just vulturing
- I’m going on a field trip to the sewage treatment plant on my birthday
- You’re making my vagina angry
- Competitive Just Dance team
- Oh no there’s spaghetti falling out of my pockets!
- (Yoda impression) Take anger out on minorities I must
- I can turn off the lights and you’d still be white
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answer all of the questions!!
holy SHIT ok bless you omg
(sorry it's a full day late i took this shit SERIOUSLY. don't ask me how many hours this took, i was in A Mood™️ last night. removed the ones already answered xoxo)
angel; have you ever been in love?
yeah. didn't end too well, but i loved him.
petal; favorite novel and author?
this is like asking me to pick a favorite child. i guess favorite author would be stephen king, if only based entirely on the sheer quantity of his books i own alone. favorite book would probably be special topics in calamity physics by marisha pessl, and i'm only saying that because it's been my go-to response for years. i have lots of favorite books. ask me again in five minutes and i'll give you another one.
honey perfume; favorite perfume/scent?
freshly made coffee. lilacs. jasmine. cut grass. the ground after it rains. chocolate chip cookies in the oven. cigarette smoke on skin. my mom's shampoo. my grandma. my dog when he's just had a bath. thanksgiving dinner. acrylic paint on canvas. sawdust. that one cologne i can't name but can smell on a guy from a mile away. mulled cranberry and apple juice. vanilla. coconut. fresh laundry. peppermint.
sweet pea; what’s your zodiac?
virgo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising ✨
softie; talk about your sexuality.
i'm biromantic asexual, primarily attracted to men more than women (but have had too many crushes on girls to consider myself het), generally sex repulsed when it comes to the thought of having it myself. i prefer to call myself queer in passing conversation, it's easier than explaining asexuality and the differences between sexual and romantic attraction. if someone asks more specifically, i'll usually just call myself bi for simplicity's sake, even though the ace part is a much more important (to me) part of my identity. monogamous as fuck.
i'm still struggling with internalized homophobia and a lot of "am i even queer enough" thoughts, which is super fun. took me a long time to even consider the fact that i might like girls at all. i'll probably never come out to my parents. not that they'd, like, disown me or whatever, but they're juuuuust homophobic/transphobic enough that my few attempts to educate them when they say something A Little Yikes have shown me that i should probably just stay in the closet unless i absolutely have to come out. like i'm getting married to a woman or something.
sugarplum; what’s the color of your eyes and hair?
i usually say my eyes are green because it's easier, and they mostly are, but i have rings of greyish blue around the irises and sometimes they're more hazel in the middle. they always have a green tint to them though, even if the intensity of the green varies.
my natural hair is brown, a little on the darker and slightly ashy side of completely generic. currently a former blonde, although i'm hoping to bleach my fucking YEAR of growout soon, and then go some crazy color as a last hurrah before i have to go dark again. being broke fucking sucks.
wings; coffee or tea?
tea!! black tea. chai, to be specific, with an irresponsible amount of milk and sugar. chai lattes are a fucking drug okay? coffee makes me sick (not a judgement, a literal fact. last time i tried some i threw up).
fairytale; are you a cat or dog person?
cat!! but my family has a chihuahua named sonny and you can pry that little monster from my cold dead hands ok i will fight you.
snowflake; favorite time period?
okay, i wrote and rewrote my answer to this about 10 times. then i tried to divide it up into categories (aesthetics, history, fashion, vibes, geographical location, etc), but that didn't help. so basically: i don't have one, because i have too many.
i like the american 20s-60s for the aesthetic, music/movies, and the fashion. i also like the european 1600s-1800s for the interesting history and also vibe. i love the french and russian revolutions — the fashion! the art! the wars and political upheaval! I FUCKING LOVE HISTORY. then, of course, we can't forget the rennaisance. or the witch trials (pick your continent). and ancient greece? the roman empire? hello?? did i mention empires? how bout we mosy on over to south america — can i interest you in the mayans? incans? aztecs? what about china and japan? korea? vietnam? and don't even get me fucking STARTED on the black plague.
ancient egypt? sign me the FUCK UP. vikings? yes please. the celts? oh boy. the MYTHOLOGY. the ARCHITECTURE. the LANGUAGES and POLITICS and LITERATURE and REVOLUTIONS and GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ANY OF THESE
i uh. might have gotten a little excited. basically i like history a lot. and mythology. and linguistics. and cultural practices. and the politics and prejudices behind wars and stuff. and learning in general. moving on.
vanilla; do you believe in ghosts?
let's put it this way: i don't not believe in ghosts??
listen. we don't know jack shit. we don't know what happens after we die, there are constant scientific revelations that turn our understanding of the universe completely upside-down, and there is literally no way to know which religions or myths or urban legends could have some grain of truth to them. like, dude, i've literally thought i was haunted before. psychology is bananas and the universe is infinite.
demons could be real. ghosts could be real. what if we just haven't invented the necessary technology to prove it yet? what if we never do, and they just fuck around alongside us, moving furniture and making shadow puppets on the walls just for kicks until the earth explodes? what if that one tumblr post was right and ghosts are actually real people from alternate universes or timelines that we see accidentally bc some cosmic wires got crossed? who fucking knows.
i love horror movies and scary stories and ghost hunter shows just as much as the next gal. but listen. psychics? mediums? people who accept every single creepypasta retold third-hand from their neighbor's kid's classmate's second cousin who "totally knows a guy"? doubt.jpeg
i don't understand the sheer amount of assumptions made willy-nilly about the nature of ghosts and demons and things that go bump in the night. the assumption that "oh this machine that totally doesn't look like a coathanger taped to a walkman will work because ghosts have this temperature and can always communicate like this and are electromagnetic" or whatever just baffles me. to a certain degree, following a general consensus is one thing — some basic things everyone can agree on? that's cool. ghosts can walk through walls and are probably dead people or whatever. but oh my god, taking every single story as absolute, undeniable proof?? taking these stories and expanding on them to infer intentions and scientific facts to something that by it's very nature is unknowable and assuming, like, every spirit is created equal?? and yeah, ghost hunting shows are fun and campy and kinda creepy but like. you really, genuinely don't think any of them have ever faked anything at all??? even if ghosts are real, it's fucking reality tv, my dude. it's the entertainment industry. at least maintain the slightest ounce of critical thought before taking zak bagans' word as the goddamn gospel.
and sidenote, maybe it's just my limited exposure as a white woman in the western world, but of all the shows and podcasts and movies and documentaries and whatnot i've been able to find and consume, there's the constant use of christian ideology applied to every situation that just really burns my bacon. what, there's never been an atheist ghost? if you see a shadow person and you don't know the lord's prayer by heart, are you automatically fucked? why are there never stories about, i don't know, viking ghosts? does your religion in life preclude you from becoming a ghost in the first place? is that why people never mention buddhist ghosts? i don't get it, and that's why even though i'm self-admittedly the most superstitious person i've ever met, true believers make me roll my eyes so hard they almost fall out. makes me come across as more skeptical than i theoretically am. I HAVE VERY STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK
but like, you couldn't pay me to fuck with a ouija board. i'm not stupid.
delicate; diamonds or pearls?
both have their appeal and their place, but diamonds, i guess. i like the sparkle. but fake ones!! or synthetic. diamonds are overpriced and artificial scarcity is a scam and i don't need a dumb rock that some poor person in a mine somewhere was exploited and possibly died for. no blood diamonds in this house, thank you very much.
if i ever get engaged, i don't want a diamond ring. i'd want something cool, a little unusual, like a ruby or a sapphire or some other sparkly gem that isn't literally shoved in your face every waking moment as the expected standard symbol of True Love. they're cheaper, they're cool-looking, as a ring they still hold the cultural symbolism of an engagement/wedding ring. and honestly, as long as it's well-made and durable, whatever hypothetical gem it is doesn't have to be real either. i'm a woman of simple needs and demonstrably low standards. no point in going into debt for a fucking piece of jewelry, regardless of ~tradition~.
lavender dream; favorite album?
oh lord. welcome to the black parade, i guess. or anything by panic! at the disco. there are dozens of possible options — my interests are mercurial and my memory is garbage. but i'll always be an emo little shit. black parade and vices and virtues were also the first two albums i ever listened to where i loved every single song on them, and i happened to listen to them for the first time at around the same point in my life (i got into mcr super late. like, 2012 late. rip).
silky; what’s your biggest dream?
it's cheesy but i guess i just want stability and, by extension, happiness. emotional stability, mental stability, financial stability, stable living situation, stable routines, stable relationships... you get the idea. i have ambitions and passions, of course, but my ultimate goal is happiness at this point in my life, and i'm pretty sure stabilizing all those things would go a pretty long way in achieving that goal.
a little apartment with walls i can paint because white walls make me angry. bookshelves and posters and fandom merch on every wall. a computer i can actually play games on again, and somewhere i can paint and draw and record my podcasts. someone who loves me, maybe. a cat, if i'm stable enough. space for people to come visit me, and a place for them to sleep if they need. a tiny balcony, if i really want to shoot for the stars. a job i don't hate. the spoons to hang out with my friends, and the money to not worry about buying little presents for the people i care about sometimes. i don't need much.
strawberry kiss; do you have a crush right now?
nope.
glitter; favorite fictional character?
another loaded question. like books, if you ask me again in five minutes i'll probably give you a different answer. but in this particular moment, caleb and jester from critical role (please don't make me choose between them). i won't go full shipping mode rn, but jester is so funny and silly and sweet, so much more complex than she seems, and she tries so hard to make everyone happy even when she's so sad inside. the healer who treats healing as an inconvenience in battle (she's so fucking valid and also mood), the glue that keeps the party together. and caleb learning to trust again, facing his trauma and coming out of his shell. he loves his friends so much he plays wizard as a support class and i love him so much.
i love the mighty nein in general, of course, and all the guests/honorary members they've had. pumat!! pls don't be evil reani!! keg!! shakäste and grand duchess anastasia!! cali!! kiri!!!! the brotps! empire siblings! chaos crew! nott the best detective agency! i still love molly and all his assholery to bits (fight me), and mourn his lost potential. i adore yasha, even when she's gone; fjord has grown so much; beau and nott and caduceus — i love all their flaws and disagreements and their character arcs and the excitement of watching them grow and learn. but if i had to choose, caleb, jester and molly have always been my top 3 since day 1 and, well, molly isn't really an option anymore.
but like i said, ask me again in a minute. i have a fucking list.
swan; share a quote or passage that means something to you.
a collection of things off the top of my head:
Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition. — Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
a tired feminist Mood™️
"What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore, it knows it's not foolin' a soul." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman
i got my love of books from my grandma — some of my favorites i got from her. sometimes, as a treat, she used to take my sister and i to bookstores and we'd stay there for ages, getting to pick one out, roaming the shelves, the mental torture of having to choose. the peace of being surrounded by thousands of potential worlds, so much information, so many stories just waiting to be told; being surrounded by strangers who share that same wonder. the anxious drive home so we could read them, being unable to wait that long so i inevitably start reading in the car and make myself sick. telling her in excited detail all my favorite parts. if we were lucky, maybe we got to split a bear claw, or she'd drive past starbucks and get us something there too (tall vanilla soy steamer with one pump of vanilla syrup, whipped cream on top that always melted too quickly and squirted out the hole in the lid, so hot it burned my tongue but so good i didn't care). i have never felt more at home than i do when i'm surrounded by books.
"There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description. “Art” doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to." — Alice Isn't Dead, season 1, chapter 2: Alice
as cringey as it is to admit it, this line made me cry a lot after my breakup.
"So you aren't American?" asked Shadow.
"Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman
[side-eyes white america real hard]
there's more, of course. there's always more. don't even get me started on song lyrics, we'll be here all day.
lace; what’s your favorite plant/flower?
lilacs and roses.
mermaid; do you prefer the forest or the ocean? why?
both, i guess. but in different ways, and in different circumstances.
the sea is wild. it is endless and deep and unknowable. it is beautiful and dangerous. i am terrified of the ocean, and yet my favorite place in the world is an empty beach on the oregon coast. i have picked sand from between my toes for days with hair crusted in salt, danced around bonfires and watched the stars while marshmallows burn, gotten pulled under the waves as a child and nearly swept out to sea. picked starfish and crabs from small pools in the rocks, and swum (accidentally) with wild sea lions. in a long skirt, too early in the year to be swimming, i once took off my shoes and waded fully clothed into the water to my waist and just... danced. splashed and kicked and laughed with a boy i barely knew until our throats were sore and our toes were numb, walking home hours later with our soaked clothes clinging to our legs, shoes squelching, dripping algae as we went. the ocean is freeing and overwhelming all at once. i love it and am petrified by it in equal measure.
the forest is beautiful in a different way. it is silent and dense and serene. you are surrounded by life and yet, somehow, completely alone. there is magic in the forest, and history, and even when all else dies, that will remain. the trees grow from the corpses of their ancestors, and some have lived dozens of our lifetimes — with luck, a few dozen more. it is quiet there, peaceful, even the tiniest wood in the middle of a city muffling the outside world through the trees. you can feel the ancient ways deep in your soul as you follow winding paths strewn with fallen leaves, the mystery and wonder and superstitions of your forefathers. you wonder what it would be like, to run your fingers over the moss, to take off your shoes and socks and just run, leaping and dancing over rocks and roots, hair wild and air filling your lungs in deep, pure gulps as you shed the responsibilities and struggles of modern life, for just a moment remembering what freedom tastes like. it is primal, this connection to nature, one we have nearly forgotten over time. and as the sky grows dark and the silence of night presses against you, shadows looming, every footfall deafening, perhaps you begin to understand why some believed in monsters.
honeymoon; do you keep a journal?
i used to. honestly, that's a good idea, i should start doing that again. lord knows i have enough empty journal-type books.
starlight; do you believe in love at first sight and soulmates? why/why not?
i want to. i want to believe there's someone out there for me, the love of my life, someone to whom i'll be the love of their life, and that when i meet them i'll just... know.
but when i met my ex, i didn't really look twice at him for a while — no love at first sight. and when we were together, when i loved him and he swore he loved me back, i thought he hung the stars in the sky and knew i would marry him someday. couldn't even consider the idea that that wouldn't happen. and then when he broke up with me, he ghosted me so suddenly and thoroughly that he even preemptively cut contact with every single one of our mutual friends he thought might side with me in the breakup, before anybody even knew we'd had a fight. so, not soulmates either.
i really want to believe that someday the perfect romance will just fall into place and i can have the happily ever after i've always dreamed of. but the reality is i might never even have another s.o. for the rest of my life. maybe i'll get hit by a car tomorrow, or my hypothetical soulmate moves to argentina to become an alpaca farmer on a mountain somewhere and we never even meet. maybe i'm so traumatized by the betrayal and lies that i'll never have the courage to even try again.
and even so, happily ever after doesn't have to include a fairytale romance, regardless of whether i want it or not. i still like to cling to that hope though, deep down.
princess; what do you value most in people?
i'm going to assume you mean "real people" as in people i have positive relationships with, and not random strangers on the street.
loyalty. kindness. support. humor. similar values. patience. being able to grow together and teach each other things, so we can make each other better. honesty. trust. compassion. confidence. emotional vulnerability. communication. intelligence, or at least a willingness to learn. strength.
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#248 Countdowns
00:19:59
Well, it finally happened, somebody is trying to kill us. I suppose it was only a matter of time really. After all, we teach superheroes how to be superheroes. You could probably trace every foiled evil plot and captured supervillain from the past two and half years back to us. In fact, I recommend you do that right away. Any time evil has been defeated and the world has been saved is on us. We just haven’t been able to say that because we didn’t want villains coming after us, but like we said, somebody is trying to kill us.  (If you are a crime-fighter and take offense at the notion that all of your successes should actually be laid at our feet, please, stuff it, we’re the ones who are about to be killed. The least you could do is let us have this.)
00:19:34
About 26 seconds ago, we received a bomb at our offices. Well, technically we don’t know when the bomb was sent here. We are not good about checking our mail. We’ve all got our excuses. Parenthesis Guy is not allowed within 300 feet of any mailman in our city. (I got turned into a dog once and I was pretty jazzed because finally I could express my utter ire and hatred for mailmen in a socially acceptable fashion. Unfortunately, my colleagues here managed to break the curse just as I was about to pounce on our mailman.) Curly adamantly believes that if the Devil ever comes to collect on the debt Curly owes him, that he will do it through the United States Postal Service. {And I’ve yet to be proven wrong!} Lawyer Guy is a very lazy, good for nothing freeloader who can’t be bothered to pick up a few envelopes off the floor. [I… I don’t work out of your office. Are you guys ok over there?] No, we’re less than 19 minutes away from dying. Dr. Brainwave hasn’t been allowed to touch the mail ever since he built that army of origami robots out of envelopes with our address on them. <Honestly, even I was surprised that no superheroes came to take me away from here after that one.> And me? Well, I refuse to open the mail because I have a crippling fear of inadvertently starting a countdown on an explosive device. Validation has never tasted so sweet. (You were the one who opened it!) It was just my birthday and I thought somebody had sent me a present! {That seems fair actually, it did “Happy Birthday” on the package.} (Ok, but the “birth” part had clearly been crossed out and the word “death” had clearly been written above it.) I thought It was a hilarious gag! But honestly, this is fine. We can make this work for us. Today, for what may very well be our final post, we’re going to talk about countdowns.
00:17:03
I’ve often seen people wonder why supervillains would even include countdowns on so many of their evil schemes. Wouldn’t it be better not to give the heroes a clear timeframe for when their evil plot will be perpetrated? Would it not be better to simply show up, blow something up without warning, and call it a very evil and very successful day? Well, yes and no. While blowing something up with no countdown might result in a very successful and agonizing explosion, it causes the villains to miss out on being able to inflict an additional level of psychological torture on their victims as well. Think about all of us here, huddled around this bomb, watching it countdown. Why, we’re going positively mad. (We’re using this time to talk about the relative value of countdown clocks instead of doing anything productive to actually stop it so, yeah, that’s pretty batty.) Exactly! The mindset of villains is that their victims will suffer from fear, anxiety and desperation as the clock ticks down, and then they’ll get blown up! <Plus, countdown clocks are not really as useful of an early warning system as you seem to think. Most of the time, the numbers displayed on them are inaccurate and the explosive will go off much sooner than you think it will.> (Wait what?) [Seriously, do you need me to call someone?] Maximum torture. Maximum evil. {It’s maximum evil that our office is about to be blown up and you still won’t let us go home early for the day.} You should’ve thought of that before you used up all of your vacation days back in May! {For the thousandth time. I was mugged and in a coma.}
00:15:19
Curly makes a valuable point though. Few things are worth your life, and if you can get out of where you are, you definitely should without wasting any time trying to diffuse the bomb in the time you have left. One of the fun things about having foreknowledge of an impending explosion is that your adrenaline is going to be pumping through the roof. This means that many of your pain receptors will be dampened and you can get away with doing things you would not normally be able to. So you can hurl yourself out a nearby window. Kick down a door. Punch a wall down! Shrink yourself down and flush yourself down the toilet! When there’s a ticking time-bomb in your midst, any way of getting out is going to be safer than sticking around. (It should be noted, dear reader, that ever since our Escapology post all of our doors now lock from the outside and we have to come up with increasingly absurd ways to escape our own offices every evening. So we’ve very much backed ourselves into a corner here.)
00:14:01
If you can’t leave the room you’re in, perhaps the bomb can. Bombs are often much smaller than humans. (Shrinkers notwithstanding. Honestly, if you have access to shrinking technology, you should probably shrink the bomb before you shrink yourself and flush yourself down the toilet.) If you’re able to move the bomb, and you’re fairly confident that nobody around you will be injured, try throwing it out the window, or chucking it down a trash chute, or flushing it down the toilet! <Fortunately, our office is nestled in between two preschools, so no matter which direction we throw the bomb, we win.> That is obviously incorrect and we’re not going to do that, but there isn’t a preschool floating above us. (Wow, good thing we moved last year.) So what we’re going to do now is just pick up the bomb and throw it as high as we can. Worse comes to worst we accidentally blow up a bird or something, but honestly, they’ve had it too good for too long anyway.
00:05:59
Well that was a terrible idea, we should not have touched the bomb and we certainly should not have thrown it through our skylight because it fell right back down and we are 6 minutes closer to death and destruction. <Again, it’s going to be less time than displayed actually.> [Why do you guys even have a skylight that opens?] (When we first started How To Hero, we operated out of a car that had a dope sunroof and we’ve been chasing that high ever since.) If throwing the bomb doesn’t work, or it causes the timer to speed up, you might want to look into alternative methods of stopping the bomb from going off. Thankfully, we live in a world of superheroes and a world of superheroes is a world of fantastical science! We could use a time-dilation bubble to slow down the timer forever! We could open up a portal to a dead universe and drop the bomb through it! We could send it back in time! We could send it forward in time and make it tomorrow’s problem! We could use a technology neutralizer to neutralize the technology in the bomb! We could call upon our bomb-diffusing robot, Todd! The possibilities are endless! Well, not for us. Unfortunately, we keep our time-dilator, portal generator, time machine, and technology neutralizer in an offsite storage unit that is at least an 8-minute walk away. (Plus we’ve locked ourselves in.) And unfortunately, Todd the bomb-disposal robot is a disco convention in Tallahassee (he is a robot of many interests!) and it will definitely take him more than 4 minutes and 33 seconds to get here (and he has definitely been screening our calls).
00:04:29
If you can’t get rid of the bomb using the power of science fiction, you might have better luck simply disconnecting the timer from the bomb. If the timer isn’t connected to the bomb the bomb won’t know what time to explode and it probably just won’t! Maybe! I don’t know, we’ve only got 4 minutes to save ourselves. (Readers are encouraged to start playing “4 Minutes” by Madonna……….. Now!) If the timer is attached to the bomb with screws unscrew them. If it’s scotch taped just cut through the tape. If it’s a series of different colored wires… ah, hm. Which wire are you supposed to cut? Does anybody know? (Blue.) {Green.} <Chartreuse.>  So, no. Guys, come on, you’re looking at the bomb, you know none of the wires are those colors. Ok so we can’t remove the timer, we can’t move the bomb, and we’re stuck in here. (And Todd the robot who diffuses bombs won’t answer our calls.) Right, and Todd the bomb-bot won’t pick up the phone.  (Can’t really blame him though. You know how much he loves disco. He probably didn’t even bring his phone.) He is a robot his phone is in his head. {So, where does that leave us?}
00:03:30
If you can’t remove yourself, the bomb, or the timer from the situation, another thing you can do is to contain the bomb, and thus, the ensuing explosion. Look around you, see if there is anything that you think is powerful enough to lessen the effects of the explosion. You’re going to want something durable, so no glass display cases or wooden music boxes.  (Wait a minute... Something durable... Like something that can contain, among other things, unholy sky liquids, eternally damned souls, and all powerful cosmic artifacts?) Oddly specific but I guess. (Does anybody have one of Jerry’s Homegrown Condiment Jars????) Are you kidding me! (Do you have a better idea?) Well I guess not! Does anybody have a Jerry Jarman jar? {I’m pretty sure he blacklisted me after I yelled at him.} <Personally, I believe he’s the one who sent us this bomb!> Ah gosh.
00:00:50
(You know what? It’s really weird that “4 Minutes” by Madonna is only 3 minutes and 10 seconds long. Now what are we supposed to do? Just sit in silence like a bunch of idiots?) {Maybe one of us can eat the bomb?} Nobody’s eating the bomb! That’s stup- Wait, Dr. Brainwave’s Greatest Shame! (What?) {What?} <NO!> What, this can work! <You dare invoke that name!> Look, we’ve got a giant monster in our backyard that I’m reliably informed will eat anything. In my experience if something will eat me there’s little it won’t eat. She’s 38 feet tall, and a mile wide and an adorable abomination of science who I’m pretty sure will be fine if she eats this bomb! (I don’t know...) What other choice do we have! {Did you forget about the fact that all of her internal organs are sentient beings and musical theater professionals? We can’t risk them getting hurt in the explosion!} Oh, you’re right. I did forget about that. <That’s all right, I’ve figure out what needs to be done.>
00:00:10
<By my estimate we’ve got about five seconds left before this thing explodes and takes all of us with it. I don’t know about the rest of you but I find that completely unacceptable.> Yeah, the rest of us aren’t exactly pleased Brainwave. Though, if I’m honest. If I’m going to get blown up, I couldn’t imagine a better group to spend my last few minutes with. (Awwwwwwww. You love us.) {I think I’m gonna cry.} <All of you idiots shut up now. Listen, none of you are going to die. None of you can be allowed to die. You were right, this guide has saved the world, seemingly by accident, more times than I can count. And I’m a doctor, I can count pretty high. If you die here today, if this guide dies today, well that very well could be it. So I can’t allow that to happen.> What are you doing Brainwave? (I cannot believe it hasn’t been five seconds yet.) <Well, I guess you can say I’m saving the world.> Hey! Put that bomb down, every time we touch it it speeds up! <Well, t-minus three seconds then.> What are those? Rocket boots? Have you been wearing rocket boots this whole time? <I read what you said about air superiority being crucial, and it’s a good thing I did!> {Wait, you actually read this guide?} Put that bomb down right now. <Of course I read the guide, do the rest of you not read it?> (Only the parts I’m in.) {That doesn’t even make sense, your parts are all commenting on the other parts!} Brainwave, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but if you’ve really read through the whole guide then you know how stupid I think heroic sacrifices are! <Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not a hero then.> You are missing the point! <Thanks for letting me live in your basement. The mutant alligators will need to be fed. Tell DBGS that I love her, and tell Professor Brain-Scrambler that he’s a hack and that he can suck it.> Frederick wait! (Whelp there he goes. Right through the skylight. The skylight that we just said is retractable. He just went right on through it. Pretty baller actually.) How likely is it that this whole thing was just some big prank? {Pretty likely I’d say.}
00:00:08
00:00:07
00:00:06
KABOOM
[Guys? Guys what happened?] Oh god. He’s dead. [Who is? What’s going on?] Brainwave- Dr. Brainwave... He... He sacrificed himself for us. That idiot. (Oh god oh god there’s- There’s blood and glass everywhere.) (Who better to clean up all that blood and glass than Jer-) NOT NOW! [Is it true?] Yes. Dr. Brainwave is dead.
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crookedndelicate · 5 years
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#4 | casual affair
a/n - based on casual affair by panic! at the disco. i’ve had this idea in mind for like... two months? two and a half? before my catfish gig for sure. postponed it as always, had some free time and no wifi the other day and voila. as always, dedicated to @cosmic-hero75 for reading every single draft I had for this thing. and yeah this is still lowkey awkward but whatever. 
warnings / word count: umm... smut, as always. 4k words. it’s becoming my brand, innit?
Clothes on the floor, hands gripping the white sheets, mouths clashing against each other. Moans, sighs, soft cries and names called out repeatedly, like a mantra. Scratches decorating his back and love bites on your collarbones. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers running through your hair, accompanied by the bittersweet knowledge that you might never see him again. Fingers gripping the bedsheets, knuckles turning white, a hug and the door closing behind him.
The first time you and Van had hooked up was after their All Points East performance. With your friends busy at work, you’d decided to go alone – you weren’t going to miss this. And in spite of your inner romantic wanting to tell the story differently, the truth was, both you and Van weren’t entirely sober.  You’d bumped into him and Larry after their set and offered to buy them a pint. It was sunny in London, and with the buzz you got from a day of live performances, your head was spinning; you felt invincible.
Soon, you and Van found your common ground. Both fresh out of serious relationships, neither of you was looking to get involved. You’d had your heart broken too many times to care for that. And Van, a rock star with a broken heart and the world at his fingertips, was finally learn to take advantage of that. Maybe if life was a fairy tale, you would have fallen in love and changed your mind; he would’ve asked you out, and you would’ve lived happily ever after. But life wasn’t a fairy tale, and neither of you was looking for anything more than immediate gratification.
You’d exchanged numbers anyways, mostly because you enjoyed each other’s company. You were sharp and Van was witty; you weren’t used to finding someone so in tune with your sense of humour. The banter went on and on, and by midnight you were back in his hotel room, his necklace dragging along your bare skin.
***
What you thought was a one-night stand turned into a tradition. Whenever Van was in town he’d call you up and you’d get together, usually at yours. He’d come around with your favourite beer and a cheeky smile, a smile you – like many others before you, you found irresistible. You’d torture him a bit before letting him in and you’d spend the night together, chatting, drinking, and eventually curled up in bed, hands all over each other.
“Hands up,” he mumbled and you obliged, allowing him to take off the t-shirt dress you were wearing. He pressed his lips against your collarbones, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your stomach. You could feel him grinning against your bare skin, his fingers stroking your inner thigh, dangerously close to your wetness. You felt your breath hitching as you lost your self-control, devoting every inch of yourself to his touch.
“Van,” you let out of a sigh, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he focused his tongue on your weak spots. You’d always found it funny how Van seemed to enjoy touching more than he enjoyed being touched, and suspected it was a praise kink he’d never admit. Seeing you, your knees weak and body arching to the touch of his fingertips was enough to drive him wild. Hearing you beg for it, call out his name, was enough to get him rock hard and aching for more. Onstage, he got off people screaming along his lyrics and girls calling out his name. In bed, when it was just the two of you, he wasn’t any different. You found out oddly endearing.
Soon, he started staying the night. You’d share your bed, and for a day at a time, you’d get to wake up to a messy haired, sleepy Van. You’d watch as his eyes fluttered, his freckles brighter in the morning light. He’d pull you closer, almost instinctively, pressing his lips against your bare shoulder. Unlike the night before, those kisses were always softer, almost cautious. As if you’d ever kick him out of your bed.
***
You kept telling yourself it was nothing more than a casual affair. You hooked up when he was in town, and he never stayed over for more than a night at a time. Sure, you’d gotten to know each other, but that was bound to happen; after all, both you and Van were naturally chatty. You’d never met his parents or the rest of the band for that matter, and he’d never met your mates. You’d lived in your little bubble, a night at a time, and when you did, nothing else mattered.
Lucy - your preschool best mate, on the other hand, wasn’t as convinced. “Come on, y/n,” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her vanilla latte. “It’s definitely more than just a casual affair. He stays the night, you share childhood stories and make him tea when he wakes up. You’re way past casual at this point.”
“Luce, come on,” you shook your head, “it’s me we’re talking about. Let me talk to the barista long enough and I’ll start sharing childhood stories,” she chuckled, “it doesn’t mean anything. He comes over when he’s in town, we have fun together and he leaves. Sometimes to go on tour, sometimes to… god knows where. I rarely ask. I’m still not looking for a serious relationship and neither is he. It’s just fun.”
“Alright then,” she took another sip. “What would you say if I told you fans are speculating he’s seeing someone? Apparently, there’s this girl in New York. They say they’ve been together for a while now or something along those lines. Of course, it’s just rumours, but –“  
Her voice faded into nothing but background noise as you took a moment to ponder her question. And truth was, there was nothing to ponder. You should’ve been happy for him; you should’ve had some sort of a neural, ‘good for him’type of reaction. Casual affairs are never exclusive and you knew that… and yet, your first reaction was far from joyful. You could feel your heart breaking, aching to call him up and ask if it’s true. If there’s someone else.
And in that moment, you realised Lucy was right. You’d never meant to, but you were falling for him. You were falling for the stupid, charming, beautiful Van McCann, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
***
You didn’t tell him. Instead, you kept your arrangement going, enjoying the infrequent nights you got to spend together. Knowing Van wasn’t looking to fall in love, you figured some was better than nothing. After all, telling him you’d started developing feelings for him would’ve probably ended your relationship, if you could call it that. Then again, it was Van McCann you were talking about; the man who wrote scruffy love songs and couldn’t imagine not getting married and having kids. Van McCann, the hopeless romantic who kept breaking his own heart, who’d do anything for the ones he loved. If the romantic in you couldn’t stay completely detached, how could he guarantee the romantic in him did?
You kept going back and forth on that, unaware that your dilemma became more and more noticeable. While at first it seemed as if Lucy and you were the only one who could tell there was more than meets the eye, by the third time Van came ‘round yours, even he could tell you weren’t your usual self. And boy, was he oblivious sometimes.
“You alright, love?” he mumbled against your skin, his fingers absentmindedly caressing your bare back. You nodded, and he rolled his eyes. “C’mon, y/n. We’ve spent enough time together. Hate to say I know you ‘nd all, but I do. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you replied, almost instinctively, and he rolled his eyes once gain. He wasn’t wrong – he did know you, better than you were willing to admit. “Look, I… when we met last summer, we were both fresh out of serious relationships. Don’t think we would’ve bonded the way we did if it wasn’t for that. But…”
You didn’t have to finish that thought. His body tensed, and he nodded. “You want one,” he muttered, and you nodded. “I’m… I’m sorry, y/n,” he took a deep breath, his eyes frantically searching for his clothes. “I’m not ready. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He got dressed and left, not bothering to stay the night, and you didn’t argue. You figured that’s how he would react – after all, life wasn’t a fairy tale. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks as you sat there, on your bed, holding onto a blanket that still smelled like him. You hated the thought of losing him, but you knew it was for the best. And maybe, just me, both you and Lucy were wrong after all; his heart’s been torn apart so many times, and now, perhaps the boy who wrote scruffy love songs and believed in love was torn apart, too.
***
The healing process was a strange one. In an attempt to avoid anything that reminded you of him, the first thing you did was put your Catfish records in your under-bed storage, which evidentially proved itself useless. Apparently, it’s hard to avoid someone who’s an international rock star and keeps performing in festivals nationwide. You didn’t block him, even though you probably should have, but you did duck his calls and texts. You had nothing to say to each other.
The next step – quite possibly Lucy’s favourite, was a rebound. She was a big believer in rebounds, as much as she believed in zero second chances. For men, that is. She was constantly on guard, waiting for the moment you’ll say Van waltzed back into your life. But you didn’t, because he didn’t. The way you saw it, at least he had the decency to stay away from you, even if sometimes you wished he hadn’t. The videos, gig pictures and gifs were definitely not helping. You kept scanning through them, looking for signs of his wellbeing, wondering how he was doing without you. Whether he thought about you, or missed you at all.
And then, came Lucy’s co-worker. She kept insisting you’d make a perfect couple – or, at least, perfect rebound couple. No strings attached, she promised, and you finally gave up and agreed to go out with him. Just one date, no strings attached. You had nothing to lose and everything to gain, and you liked those odds. Especially since with Vans, they were the other way around.
His name was Luke. The first time he called you, he sounded anxious, almost concerned you didn’t want to talk at all before your date. That made you laugh. He seemed to be the antithesis of the confident Van you’d fallen in love with. He asked where you wanted to go, and you’d agreed to meet at a small café down the street. It was the kind of place you’d walked by more times than you can count, yet never went in. To your surprise, he lived in two blocks away, and soon enough you found yourself grabbing your favourite denim jacket and getting ready to go.
***
The place itself was just as adorable on the inside as you thought it would be. With pastel-coloured tables and a wooden floor, it felt more like a newly-designed Barbie’s Dream House than an independent café, but you liked it. Luke met you outside, holding a bouquet of roses he admittedly found cheesy, but you didn’t. As he walked you to your table, you kept thinking how long it’s been since you’ve been on a date. A proper date, that is. And as he pulled your chair back, you realised you kind of missed it.
His green eyes stared at you intently, listening to you. What started out as a conversation about work turned into childhood stories with Lucy, moments in secondary school she’d rather forget and your wildest benders. He prompted you to keep going, asking questions and laughing when appropriate. And as he toasted to your mutual friend for bringing you together, you realised Lucy was wrong. Luke wasn’t the perfect rebound partner, but he would make a damn good boyfriend. Someday.
Even though the café was down the road from your place, he insisted on walking you home. It’s dark, you never know who’s out there, he said. And so, you let him walk you home, your hands deep in your pockets. As you approached your place, you thought you’d seen a familiar shadow move, accompanied by the smell of mint and cigarettes. Your heart skipped a beat as you’d realised where that combination was oh-so-familiar from. Van.
It’s all in your head, y/n, you promised yourself repeatedly. It’s all in your head. You miss him and it’s natural, but whatever it was between you is over. He has no reason to come around, and he didn’t. It’s time to let go.
And so, in a final attempt to let go, you invited Luke in.
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It took two glasses of wine and a shot of Malibu to get you to admit you didn’t want Luke to stay the night. Perhaps you could’ve said it more nicely – or at all, instead of mumbling something about having to work early the next day, but he quickly caught on and left. No hard feelings, he promised. It’s just a first date. I’ll call you, he added, driving your mind into overdrive over the million-dollar question: did you want him to?
And deep down, you knew the answer was no. Luke was a sweetheart, no doubt, but once again, you found yourself realising you weren’t in the right headspace for a relationship. Except this time, it wasn’t the end of a serious relationship that left you feeling like you weren’t ready, or wondering if you ever will be again.
God, why did relationships have to be so complicated?
A knock on the door forced you to snap out of it, leaving the dilemmas in the half-empty bottle of Malibu on the kitchen counter. Was it Lucy, wanting to know everything about your blind date with Luke? Was it Luke, wanting to know what had gotten into you? Was it your neighbour, fundraising for celling renovations for the pub downstairs, or whatever odd initiative he’d gotten himself into this time?
You opened the door, your heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of you. With a dead look in his eyes and an unfinished pint from the pub he’d walked out on, Van stood in front of you, and you sighed. You’d recognised the glass he was holding – The Black Lion, the pub downstairs. So you weren’t crazy after all, you thought to yourself, an odd wave of satisfaction washing over you.
“Can I come ‘n?” he muttered, and you stepped aside as he stumbled into your place.
“Van, it’s one in the morning. What’re you doing here?” you carefully grabbed the glass out of his hand, putting it aside. He just shook his head and sat down, his back against your kitchen wall. “Van, come on. You haven’t called in months, and now you’re at my doorstep?”
“I….” he looked up, spacing out. “I’m…. drunk,” he finally mumbled. You’d never seen him so drunk he could barely piece together a coherent sentence. In spite of the absurdity of the situation, you found yourself laughing. As if you couldn’t tell he was drunk.  And with him like that, you knew there was no chance for a decent conversation.
So instead, you grabbed his hand, pulling him back up. He mumbled something, but instead, you let your mind focus on the white cotton of his shirt against your skin and the sound of his breath next to you. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” you muttered, directing a very disoriented Van to the bedroom with you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, dragging his feet on the floor, hardly keeping his balance.
“Thought we weeeeren’t doin’ that ‘nymore,” he mumbled, taking the time to finish the sentence. You rolled your eyes as you closed the bedroom door behind you, watching Van stumbling down on his way to your bed. You followed him, helping him to take off his boots. He closed his eyes, allowing you to take care of him. You left the room for a second, and by the time you came back he was sound asleep on your bed.
You slept on the sofa that night.
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You woke up with a sore back to the sound of someone stumbling into the kitchen. It took a second before the night before came back in flashbacks: the date you had, how you sent Luke home, drunk Van knocking on your door and crashing on your bed. You looked up and watched as he put the kettle on, rubbing his eyes. Not wanting to wake you up, he tiptoed around the kitchen, and you took a moment to study the man in front of you.
You hadn’t realised just how much you missed his slim figure in your kitchen, or the way he hummed his favourite songs as he made his morning tea. Even when hungover, the way he carried himself was mesmerising and you found yourself smiling, allowing yourself, just for a second, to question his presence there.  
But life wasn’t a fairy tale and you couldn’t allow yourself to ignore that. You got up and he turned around, holding a teabag. “Mornin’, love,” he greeted you, standing still. You couldn’t blame him – how do you greet your ex who isn’t quite your ex, who also happened to stop by drunk and crash on your bed? A hug? A handshake?
With neither of them feeling appropriate, you simply sat down. “Cuppa?” he asked and you nodded. You spent the next few moments in silence as he made two cups of tea, only looking up at him when he stood in front of you, handing you your favourite mug. He remembered. “Listen, y/n –“
“Van, enough. What are you doing here?” you put down your mug, and he sighed. “You were the one who walked away, remember? You have no business being he- “
“I couldn’t bear seeing you with him, okay?” he interrupted you, his words dripping with jealousy. “I came by because I wanted to talk ‘nd he was there, and I couldn’t fuckin’ bear seein’ you with him, alright?”. You’ve never heard Van angry before, yet there he was, his breath irregular and his jaw clenched. You felt your head spinning as the anger built up inside of you.
Van. Van who walked away. Van who didn’t want anything serious, yet had the nerve to get mad at you for simplytrying to move on. “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t want to be with me, and yet you have the nerve –“
“Well, maybe I made a mistake,” he interrupted you once again, his voice low. “Maybe you’re all I’ve been thinking about. Maybe I can’t get you out of my head. Maybe I should have never walked out your door, y/n.”
You took a long, deep breath, aware of your anger more than ever. You could feel your heart racing and your blood pumping through your veins, yet instead of yelling or walking away like you wanted, you found yourself mumbling through clenched teeth, “maybe I’m over you.”
Well that’s a lie, you thought to yourself as soon as the words slipped out. Of course it was a lie. You were far from being over him – you wouldn’t have let him in otherwise, and he knew that. “Then tell me to leave,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours. “I’m serious, y/n. Tell me to leave and I’ll leave.”
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell him to leave because you didn’t want him to. The last thing you wanted was for Van to walk out the door, leaving you alone once again. So instead you lurched forward, smashing your lips against his. He wasted no time, cupping your face with both hands as he deepened the kiss. Like a smoker indulging in the taste of nicotine, you wallowed in the taste of his tongue ravaging your mouth. You kissed until you were breathless, holding onto each other.
He pulled away, his lips pink and pupils dilated, and you pulled him back in, wrapping your legs around his torso and arms around his neck as he pressed you against the kitchen table. You kissed until your lips ached, sloppy and desperate, teeth gnashing together. You kissed frantically, lips pulled between teeth. Damn, you’d missed him more than you were willing to admit.
“Arms,” he mumbled against your lips. You lift your arms up and he took off your shirt, throwing it on the floor next to you. He kissed hot and wet down your neck, his hips grinding against yours. You weren’t going to argue – it’s been long enough since the last time you felt him on top, hands and lips desperate to touch every inch of bare skin they could reach. You threw your head back and whimpered as his mouth went to your breasts, eager to make up for the last time.
“Fuck, Van,” you hissed, your hands going straight to his jeans. With his mouth on your nipple and his hand between your thighs leaving you breathless, it took every bit of control you had left in you to unbutton his trousers. After all this time, Van still knew your body like the back of his hand, and if you weren’t so intoxicated by the pleasure washing over you, you would’ve probably found that impressive.  
You watched his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his fingers helped you remove the clothes between the two of you. With them lost somewhere on the floor and his mouth making its way down your chest and stomach, your body vibrating in anticipation. He pressed his forehead against yours and grinned as he slid two fingers inside of you. Your breathing grew erratic as he worked his way inside of you, focusing on your sweet spot. The intensity of your eye contact enhanced the skilfulness of his fingers, and you could already feel your release building up inside of you.
“More,” you whimpered, aching for more. He knew you well enough to know exactly what you wanted, and boy, was he going to tease you with that.
“What d’you want?” he murmured, his fingers still working deep inside of you. You groaned as he pressed sloppy kisses down your jawline, your stomach turning into an avalanche. Your eyes squeezed shot and you moaned his name as he whispered, once again, “what d’you want, love?”
“You,” you breathed out, hips instinctively pushing forward. “Please, Van, just… fuck me.”
That’s it. You’d said the magic words. Withdrawing his fingers, he took a moment to look at you. With your lips pink and slightly parted, your cheeks red and strands of hair glued to your forehead, he couldn’t help but appreciating how divine you looked. “Fuck, you’re…” he breathed out and smashed his lips against yours, slowly pushing himself all the way in. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and you could feel every inch of him, every vein, every slight movement. How you could think of being with anyone else was now beyond you.
You begged him to go harder and faster until you could feel him in your stomach, which was kind of fucked but god, you loved it anyways. Then, everything happened all at once, and better than it ever did before. His hands holding down your hips as his thrusts became harder and harder. His necklace dragging across your skin, bright in the kitchen light. Sweat glistening, sloppy hot mouthed kisses and weak knees. Van’s low groans and a string of ‘fuck’s and ‘oh god’s, neck kisses and love bites you would be proud to show off the next day. Your body vibrating in ecstasy as you let go with Van’s eyes fixed on you, mesmerised by the sight of you unravelling underneath him. Van’s mouth falling open as he came, the two of you panting each other’s names until you were completely out of breath. Van, not ready to pull out just yet, enjoying the electricity of your touch and you, not ready just yet to be empty.
When he finally pulled out, you pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. “Missed you,” he mumbled and you smiled, leaning into his touch. It was soft and intimate and real,more real than any other night you’d spent together.
“I missed you too, Van,” you whispered. “Did you mean it?”
“Mhm. I made a mistake, y/n, and seeing you with him…” he huffed and you chuckled, caressing his cheek. You didn’t need more than that – you know exactly what he wanted to say, and somehow that was enough.
The rest of the night was spent in bed, snuggling and catching up – in every sense of the word, until you finally fell asleep, his arms wrapping your naked body as he pressed his body against yours. You woke up to him caressing your back, planting soft kisses on your shoulder. His hair was messy and the bags under his eyes were prominent, but as he smiled his crooked smile, you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again.
You knew he wanted to take things slow, and you didn’t mind. Life wasn’t a fairy tale – it was complicated and risky and full of obstacles and absolutely wonderful. You had a lot to talk about and even more to figure out and you both knew it, but that could wait another day. In that moment, you were just happy the boy who wrote scruffy love songs and believed in love decided to give it another chance after all.
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rubychan228 · 5 years
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Dark Phoenix Stuff
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Just a few things about the film, mostly Easter Eggs.
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I will admit, it took me a few minutes to remember where I knew D'bari from, from when I remembered...it was a bold choice, I'll say that.
See they are in The Dark Phoenix Saga, but in a very, very different way.
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 So, yeah.
The destruction of their homeworld, in the movie attributed to the disembodied "cosmic force" is, in the comics, caused by the Dark Phoenix herself! (The entire climax of the Saga boils down to the X-Men trying to stop the Shi'ar from executing her for what she's done.)
I feel like this was a good way of working in a pivotal group from the comic, despite the film almost certainly never being able to do the real story. (Also, note that the central conflict of the film is a group trying to execute Jean for Phoenix-caused murder and a group of X-men trying to protect her.)
Jean dies in comic, but was brought back years later (there was a whole thing about that, actually). When she later dies "for good" it's implied that a part of her soul merges with the Phoenix Force and lives on within it, something the movie implies too.
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Here's a fun Easter Egg (that a lot of people already know about, as it appears in the trailer, but still.)
This off-handed comment appears in the first episode of FX's X-Men linked show Legion.
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Well.......
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Yeah. There's a Legion Easter Egg in the film. (Season two of Legion also off-handedly name-drops the Shi'ar. They have no role in the film, despite being prominent in the comic, but the first contact in this film could set the stage for future contact. Especially since the D'bari were part of the Shi'ar empire).
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The Dazzler cameo was nice, seeing as she was first introduced during the Dark Phoenix Saga. (In the comic Jean doesn't snap until after the Hellfire Club fucks with her head, making her have weird hallucinations and what-not. One of those episodes is what her and Scott are discussing.)
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I do have one complaint though. She appears in the movie as she does in the comic, but this comic came out in 1980, hence Disco. Since the film is set in the 90's, she should have had her 90's look.
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This would have doubled as an X-Men The Animated Series Easter Egg, since TAS did use her then-modern costume in the animated Dark Phoenix Saga.
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They also accidentally referenced the animated series by omitting Kitty. See, Kitty Pryde was also introduced in The Dark Phoenix Saga.
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But there was a 'rule' that Kitty never appear in TAS. See, in 1989 Marvel released pilot for an animated X-Men show called Pryde of the X-Men, in which Kitty would be a prominent character. It was never picked up for syndication, though it did get a home video release (I actually use to have it.)
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 After Pryde of the X-Men flopped Marvel waited a few years then tried again in 1992, with X-Men The Animated Series, which was a success. However, Kitty Pryde noticeably never appeared in TAS, even when she should have (i.e. Days of Future Past was adapted, but her role was replaced by Bishop, a character from a different dystopian future).
 I don't think it was intentional, but by not including Kitty in this movie, they have, in effect, copied the animated series. I found that amusing.
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And finally:
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If you didn't know, the school being renamed happens in the comic too.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 6 years
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Ask meme
Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you would like to get to know better!
Tagged by @bellamatto
1. Name/Nickname: starts with an M but one of my many nicknames is kk
2. Gender: female
3. Star sign: Taurus
4. Height: 5"7’
5. Hogwarts house: Slytherin
6. Favourite animal: Sharks, scorpions, snakes, snails, parasites, spiders…
7. Hours of sleep: 7 or less because I hate sleeping
8. Dogs or cats: Cats but I don’t like to touch anything with hair that sheds so hairless cats or hypoallergenic dogs
9. Number of blankets: 2 or 3
10. Dream trip: To somewhere I get to see lava, so to a volcano with someone entertaining to talk to or somewhere quiet where I can see the stars.
11. Dream job: An astrobiologist or just like a job where I get to do research double checking people.
12. Time: my brain is split between EST and whatever you call the time zone the uk is in
13. Birthday: April 24th
14. Favourite bands: Arctic monkeys, half moon run, alt j, courtney barnett, ingrid michaelson, 21 piolets, the strokes, halsey, soley, chet faker, panic at the disco…
15. Favourite solo artist: I don’t actually care about the people I listen to so they’re all filed under ‘bands’ even if they’re just people
16. Song stuck in my head: my boy - billie eilish
17. Last movie I watched: The Last Jedi with much mixed feeling
18. Last show I watched: star trek tos
19. When did I create my blog: I think it was while I was bored in a computer class as a freshman in high school and then I didn’t use it for like 2 years. I think.
20. What do I post/reblog: whatever I happen to decide to draw/whatever people request
21. Last thing I googled: cosmic horror
22. Other blogs: @keyladeda is where i reblog things but I also have an aesthetic blog and I guess a cryptid blog
23. Do I get asks: yeah, every now and then but not as many as I used to
24. Why did I choose my URL: It was my fanfiction username from when I was an emo middle schooler whose favorite song was Little House by The Fray “she doesn’t look, she doesn’t see. Opens up for nobody.” *cringes to death*
25. Following: 1,013
26. Followers: 7,928
27. Lucky number: I don’t have one but I like the number 3, multiples of 3, and odd numbers over even
28. Favourite instruments: I dunno… I used to play the clarinet
29. What am I wearing: star trek shirt, purple hoodie with an elephant design on the front, and striped pajama pants
30. Favourite food: raspberry ice cream, cheese, spaetzle, ravioli
31. Nationality: I’m a white american with probably a lot of german ancestry
32. Favorite song: well, Amy Hit the Atmosphere or Hardcandy by Counting Crows both suit my mood and make me aggressively nostalgic
33. Last book I read: well if we talk nonfanfiction then American Gods, wich it thought was just radically okay. Nothing special.
34. Top three fictional universes I’d like to join: harry potter, star trek, leviathan (scott westerfeld)
To Tag!
Anyone who wants to do it, I’m too tired and nervous to tag anyone
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cadpadawan · 4 years
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A Black Winter Day 4 Years Ago...pt.1
Ok, now that I have the most pressing issues off my chest, maybe it's time to shed some light on the surreal chain of events, that changed my life quite drastically back in 2016. Those weird times pretty much account for why I needed to get re-educated in the ripe old age of +45.
Oh yes, I'm old as shit – there's no two ways about it.
Maybe this jovial stroll down the memory lane will also hint, why I ended up picking up the blogging pen, after years and years of absence from the blogosphere. I'm not really sure if anyone reads blogs anymore. I'd guess not. Everybody's just too busy posting duckface selfies in Instagram, or vlogging some utter bullshit about their day in YouTube. I think maybe a handful of sad boomers, like me, still occassionally follow the rare eloquently written blog, or even administer a blog of their own. I must confess: I might be a bit pre-occupied with the idea, that the human condition may be better contemplated in written form. Although, the extremes of that condition can be expressed quite evocatively via YouTube, too. Undoubtedly. Digital platforms offer modern solutions to recording, in full detail, how fucked up we really are.
Well, anyways...let's pretend for a moment, that blogging was cool, like it was 2005 again!
Was it really cool even then, I wonder?
In hindsight, it seems that the vast majority of blogs were pushing some corporate agenda, disguised as trendy lifestyle blogs, whose main initiative was to suggest, that in order to reach the ultimate boss-level of cool, you needed to eat certain full-vegan superfoods and support certain street-smart clothes brands, while exclusively listening to a bunch of generic indie disco-rock bands, that some washed-out, has-been, good-for-nothing celebrity had cherry-picked on behalf of some unheard-of indie label CEO.
Well, a monkey dressed in casual designer clothes is still a monkey.
The year 2005 was actually one of the turning points in my life. It was almost as if some cosmic nudge pushed my life into a downward spiral in 2005. It was one of the most emotionally ambiguous times in my life. I became a dad – which scared me shitless, and at the same time, made me the happiest person in the whole wide world, for a moment. Only six months later, I experienced a severe burnout due to sleep deprivation and excessive overtime at work – and at that time, I also experienced my first epileptic seizure. Though, at the time, I didn't have a clue what it was about. First, I thought it had something to do with the burnout. It probably did. I think the burnout triggered the first seizure. It happens. I later found out, that you can have an epileptic seizure due to a number of reasons, even if you are not diagnosed with epilepsy. The kind of seizures I started having on an irregular basis, for years to come, were not convulsive – so it was pretty easy to mistake them for something else completely: stress reaction and whatnot. You see, I worked as an express courier, which qualifies as a high-stress job – hands down. I worked long hours, played in at least two active rock outfits at the same time for years on the side, tried to spend quality time with my new family...
In retrospect, I wonder now: when the hell did I have the time to get any sleep during the years 2005-2016?!?
No wonder, my memory is full of holes, concerning that time. It's all just one big hazy blur. I kind of lost the most part of those 11 years. Yeah, I unlocked all kinds of life achievements – mortgage, a son and a daughter, various music-related things – but I guess I was so busy burning my candle at both ends, that I never stopped for a second to appreciate all the little things in my life – and now I can't remember shit.
Of course, it also had something to do with my epilepsy. Any type of epileptic seizure may potentially affect the memory, either during or after the seizure. If you experience frequent seizures, memory problems are more likely to occur. Eventually, when I finally consulted a doctor and started keeping a seizure journal in the early 2016, I used to have 10-15 seizures a week, sometimes 3-4 times a day. My seizures were of the focal type that affected only part of my brain – the temporal lobe, to be exact. Abnormalities in that region are the most common reason for memory problems in people with epilepsy. One common trigger for a seizure is lack of sleep.
Focal epilepsy is a neurological condition, in which the predominant symptom is recurring seizures that affect one hemisphere of the brain. Temporal lobe epilepsy (TLE) means that the seizure starts in one of the other of the temporal lobes. My symptoms included: feelings of strong deja vu, and a rising sensation in my stomach – the so-called epigastric aura that resulted in an impromptu vomiting first few times. Most seizures were brief, lasting only few seconds – until in 2015, almost 10 years after the first episodes, I had a seizure that lasted for minutes – my first jamais vu-experience.
In psychology, jamais vu refers to the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that you recognize in some fashion, but nevertheless seems very unfamiliar – the opposite of deja vu, so to speak. It involves a sense of eeriness and the impression of seeing something for the first time, despite rationally knowing it cannot be true. In my case, it meant getting lost on my way home from the local supermarket, as if having been sucked into a sudden dementia simulation. I was driving home from the grocery store, the usual route that I had been driving for the previous eight years so far. At some point, I felt the usual signs of the epigastric aura – that slightly nauseating sensation rising in my stomach. It predicted a seizure. I was pretty accustomed to having those every now and then. Nothing to it. It usually didn't affect my ability to drive a car in the slightest. Heck, I had been driving a van for a living for years with this little nuisance. It didn't worry me one bit. It usually lasted for a few seconds, and then it was gone. An epileptic seizure is basically a disruption of the electrical communication between neurons in the brain – an uncontrolled burst of electricity. That pretty much sums up how it usually felt: a burst of something inside my head, fluctuating like a liquid for a few seconds. It felt pretty fucking weird. So, there I was, coming home from the grocery store, blasting metal in my car stereos. Then, the stomach thingy, something sparkling in my head for a moment...I guess I didn't really pay much attention to the seizure. Maybe there was some kick-ass song playing on the radio. I probably didn't realize, that the seizure had already lasted way longer then ever before. I came to a T-junction. Suddenly, I didn't have the slightest clue where the fuck I was! I was less than one kilometer from home. I turned right. Then my wife burst out wondering, what the actual fuck I was fooling around for. I should've turned left. I grinned back, as if this manouver was some spur-of-the-moment prank. I made a U-turn, and soon I was back at the same T-junction. This time I was supposed to drive straight. Guess what?
I didn't. I turned left this time.
My wife suggested, that i should maybe go and see a doctor...
Nah, I decided to wait six more months. Why not wait until I fucked up my life to a point of no return, before going to see a doctor? It became increasingly obvious, that I was in for a major life changing event. Was I subconsciously sabotaging my life, in order not to feel tempted to go back to the old ways, when the shit finally hit the fan? In April 2016, I was diagnosed with a benign tumour in the brain, which was the reason for my epileptic seizures. In the meantime, between my epic jamais vu-experience and the MRI scan that revealed that alien implant attached to the hippocampus in the right temporal lobe of my brain, I managed to fuck everything up in the most beautiful and thorough way you could imagine: my job, my marriage, everything...as if I was laying down the foundation for the oncoming midlife crisis the best I could. Well, being some sort of an artistic personality type, I can handle chaos much better than the average person. Although, I never deliberately looked for chaos, and never actually wanted to stare into the abyss, it seems that the chaos looked for me, to stare me into the eye.
I can tell you a story...
It all started on a black winter day, January or February 2016.
(To be continued...)
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nexusradiodance · 5 years
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JES: New Album “Memento,” 5 Travel Essentials, Diplo + more!
JES Interview.
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Jes Brieden, better known simply as JES, is one of the very few women in dance music to have reached icon status not only as a singer-songwriter, but also as a composer and DJ as well.
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Searching for the tones of Tuesday
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I often start a song with the melody, and the words come to me from singing the melody! What do you remember first when you think of a song, the melody or the lyrics ? #tiptuesday
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The “Let Him Go” and “Get Me Through The Night” singer’s weekly radio show “Unleash The Beat” is syndicated worldwide, and she’s worked with the world’s biggest producers including Tiesto, Armin Van Buuren, Paul Oakenfold, Above & Beyond, ATB, Kaskade, Richard Durand, Cosmic Gate, and Roger Shah to name just a few.
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This trail-blazing musician’s ever evolving music career which spans over two decades, has dished out four solo albums, two Billboard #1 singles, three GRAMMY nominations, her list of accomplishments continues.
JES joins us at the BPM Supreme-Nexus Lounge during Miami Music Week 2019, to talk about her upcoming shows and album Memento, her new single “No One Else,” and of course, to take Nexus Take 5 quiz. This is Take5 with JES!
Reconnecting With Friends.
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#tbt Three happy smiling faces are better than one. Had so much fun finally meeting @jonathanmendelsohn and hanging out together backstage with @emmahewittofficial last week for our show with @realcosmicgate !
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Adam Turner: This is Adam Turner here in the Nexus Lounge in Miami on Miami beach. The weather is stunning, and I am joined by someone who is equally as stunning as the weather- it’s JES. How are you!?
JES: Thank you, Farius (Adam Turner’s production alias). Thank you, Adam Turner!
Adam Turner: Are you good?
JES: I am very good.
Adam Turner: How is your Miami going?
JES: It’s going well so far. I’m alive. I didn’t get too much sleep, but I feel good.
Adam Turner: This week is not about sleeping, so I wouldn’t worry about it.
JES: It is not- I’ve done enough of them (Miami Music Weeks) to know.
Adam Turner: Are you performing this week?
JES: I just performed on Tuesday at The Rockwell with Paul Oakenfold and Markus Schulz. So, that was my first day here.
Adam Turner: Wow!
JES: It started off with a bang, but it was so much fun. All my friends were there- even Cosmic Gate was there!
Travel Essentials & The 1800s.
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Adam Turner: Wow, amazing! So, let’s jump straight in because I could talk to you all day. So, let’s jump straight in- five questions. So, when JES is on her way to do a gig, what are five essential things in your bag?
JES: Oh, five essential ones? Definitely- cough drops, tea, a lot of stuff for the throat [laughs]. My very great-hot outfit that I’m going to wear (that night).
Adam Turner: Obviously. That’s three.
JES: And makeup. Makeup.
Adam Turner: Yeah- me too.
JES: And throat spray. So exciting, I know! It’s all about the throat.
Adam Turner: Listen, you’re one of the most experienced people- I’m going to take your word for it. What is your favorite Emoji?
JES: Oh, I think it’s probably the kissy face.
Adam Turner: If you had a time machine, which decade would you go back to?
JES: You know what? I really feel like I was born a couple of hundred years ago. I do.
Adam Turner: [laughs] Just cause’ you feel like you didn’t get much sleep? Or…
JES: I really feel connected to that time. I feel like I should have like a bustle (mid-to-late 19th century undergarment) on and be waddling through central park with a pair of… I don’t know why!? And I feel I must’ve been a very frustrated woman back then, because I was always a fiery girl, you know? But I really do feel attracted to those times; Art, Culture; You know, like the 1800’s.
Adam Turner: Nice! I’ve had most people be like seventies with Disco, 80’s for like electronic music- and you’re like “I want to go way back.” No, that’s good! That’s good! On Instagram, who do you stalk the most? Who’s like the top of your [list]…
JES: You know what? I always look at Diplo because he’s so funny. If you need a laugh, you’ve got to go over his Instagram. He’s got a great sense of humor.
The Mother Of Dragons Dogs.
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Difficult roads often lead to the most beautiful destinations. #wakeupwednesday #wisdomwednesday #bradfordonavon
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Adam Turner: That’s a good one. Last one, what career path would you have gone down if you didn’t go into music?
JES: Wow! Oh, God. Probably taking care of animals- I know! I’m just crazy about all types of animals. I of course, love horses and stuff like that.
Adam Turner: Do you have pets?
JES: I’m like [a] stepmom to some, like three dogs. But I travel so much…
Adam Turner: I was going to say- with your schedule, that must be a bit kind of crazy.
JES: Yeah, unless you have a tiny one (pet). My friend takes it everywhere- so I have three [including] one that we saved.
New Album: Memento.
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Adam Turner: Cute. Lastly, tell me what your plans for 2019. What’s JES doing?
JES: Wow. She’s been doing a lot. I’ve got a lot of new songs coming up. I’m working on an album called Memento. I just had [the] first [single] come out, the Will Atkinson remix (of Imagination) that went to number one on Beatport.
Adam Turner: I saw that! congrats!
JES: That was a very big song for me- even on Nexus Radio. But it’s an album with about six of my biggest tunes sort-of re-worked, and about four or five new tunes on it. The newest one will be coming out May 31st called No One Else. So, that’s like more crossover dance. You know, I write everything on guitar and piano, [I’m a] songwriter, you know. So, my heart is really […] in sort of pop. So…
Adam Turner: Yeah, Amazing! So, it sounds like you’ve got big plans for 2019!
JES: Yeah, and I’ve got another artist album (in the works) which is a little more crossover too. I have a song called Let Him Go, which I think was testing (test rotation) on Nexus.
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Adam Turner: Oh Nice!
JES: And it’s a cover of a famous Passenger song (Let Her Go).
Adam Turner: Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. It was like his biggest record. Oh, so you’ve done like a dance version of it.
JES: I did like [a] sort-of chilled, down-tempo one (rendition). It’s beautiful and its sort-of me on [the] guitar and piano and it’s a little bit of what JES comes from. So, yeah…
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Thank you Toronto! Rocking out with @realcosmicgate at @rebeltoronto for their 20 years tour was amazing last Friday thank you to everyone who came out to support CG, Me and @rubenderonde ! It was just an incredible night. I can close my eyes and feel the energy of that night! Thank you from the bottom of my heart you all sounded amazing!
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Adam Turner: Nice! And are you traveling? Are you playing? Are you singing around the world?
JES: I am! My next show is at the Palladium [on] April 5th with Cosmic Gate. I’m touring and their 20 years (celebration) tour will also be in New York…
Adam Turner: Are you joining them on that tour? Amazing!
JES: …in Calgary, I also have a show in San Francisco […] on April 19th, and I’ll be going over to Europe in the summer…
Adam Turner: You sound [very] busy.
JES: Yeah! You must be- that’s what makes it so much fun! You know, I like to keep moving and it’s always nice to come to Miami and reconnect with everybody. And even meet people I’ve known for so long, but I haven’t seen their face[s]…
Adam Turner: Yeah, just reconnect. JES, thank you so much for joining us in the Nexus Lounge today! Have a great Miami!
JES: Thank you. You too.
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All the Greek pantheon asks! I was just gonna pick a few but there aren't that many
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Aphrodite: What do you love most about yourself? fuckin uhhhhhh,,,,probably my empathy bc it really fucks me over a lot but it’s also paved the way for some of my most emotionally intimate relationships
Apollo: Do you have any talents? i’m told that i write & draw decently
Ares: What small thing makes you angry? when the toilet paper goes the wrong way
Artemis: What are you hunting for in life? happiness & some vague illusion of adventure. which used to be like. i’m gonna work in forensics and solve mysteries for a living! but these days it’s more like fuck yeah i wanna teach english & history & have a little house or apartment with people i care about & spend time with my best friends & sometimes drive to places and explore them just because i can. take ridiculous & interesting vacations. go whale-watching one day
Athena: What is/was your best school subject?it was always a tie between english and history and in college it’s definitively english lmao
Demeter: Do you miss anyone? ye
Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what’s your beverage of choice? this is a loaded question. i’ve kinda sworn off liquor forever because of one too many Bad Nights™ and I’m not drinking at all for 60 days to prove to myself that i can. i’m gonna be a wine mom now. what /tastes/ the best to me is champagne, lol
Eros: How do you define your sexuality? (vague hand gestures, an interpretive dance, smashes a window) y'know? (i’m pan + poly)
Gaia: Where’s your favorite place in the world? my grandma’s farm in northern michigan
Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience? lol so many
Hecate: What do you think of magic? i’m literally a witch but i also have less faith in ~magic~ than i probably should. i recognize that lots of the rituals and whatnot i do that produce results are my own will at work rather than cosmic forces but i’ve had some experiences that utterly affirmed my belief in…something else & i love things like tarot. my views on spirituality are kinda complex and in this weird mix of hyperrational and wildly superstitious so hmu for more about that if you’re curious
Helios: Do you sunburn easily? HELLA
Hephaestus: What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever made or built? i once did this painting where i took photos of this rly cool tree that a ton of ppl had carved their initials into, decoupaged it onto canvas in intervals (like, a pic of the base of the tree near the bottom, a pic of the branches at the top, etc), and painted the spaces between the photos to make a tree comprised of photos and paintings. that was p cool. similarly i once smashed a disco ball with a hammer and used the mirrored tiles in a painting (which was weirdly also of a tree lol)
Hera: Are you the jealous type?not rly? it’s more like i’m the anxious type where i’m like. they like them better than me because i am THE WORST !!!!
Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything? a single piece of candy corn and i think a fake septum ring once from this rly shitty store (i cant remember if i went through with it or not)
Hestia: Where’s your home away from home? prob also my grandma’s farm in northern michigan. or i can be cheesy and say anywhere with my pals and it would also b accurate
Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunsets. sunrises generally mean that i’ve stayed up way too late again and it’s depressing lmao
Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about? it was a sleep-paralysis fueled nightmare! i also keep having these bizarre slice of life dreams feat. @tornad001 that are literally just everyday conversations that could happen or have happened that don’t seem to hold any deep significance but have been happening since we’ve been living together this summer
Iris: What’s your favorite color palate? i like pastels a lot as well as deep shades of red
Kronos: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever eaten? what does this……….Mean (i guess you could say anything i eat with lactose bc i’m hella lactose intolerant but i Keep Doing It)
Nemesis: What’s a time you helped deliver justice? calling CPS on someone in my own life
Nike: What’s your most recent accomplishment? tbh? a B+ in bio lab
Nyx: What’s your favorite nighttime activity? ;)
Pan: What do you do for fun? ;;)) (video games, reading, reading /fanfic/, tumblr, movies, wikipedia articles, news articles)
Persephone: What’s your favorite season of the year? fall i think. my aesthetic is dependent on chilly weather
Poseidon: What’s your favorite sea creature? killer whales are one of my Special Interests and i will ramble about them for hours if left undeterred
Rhea: What’s your favorite type of nature? anything near a body of water (ideally freshwater)
Selene: What’s your favorite phase of the moon?full, esp when it’s a harvest moon
Tartarus: What’s your personal hell? tbh i went through it a few days ago and i survived so fight me binch i’ve been to hell and back (and back to hell…and back)
Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate? yeah
Uranus: What are your zodiac signs? leo according to the old, cancer according to the new (which is more accurate)
Zeus: What do you think about thunderstorms? love em
thanks for asking!
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