#i didnt mean for this to be this long

[its-sir-actually]

Honestly, 'm a bit scared that Lance might not be on the grid next year. I can see why his performance this year might cause some tension in the team. But I also think he has been unlucky and I think he has struggled a lot mentally. I want him to have a break and next year have a big fire to prove himself because he has potential. I really like him on the grid, he is a bit more shy and reserved than the others but also one of the funniest when he gets out of his shell I think.

I'm not worried.

Besides Qatar, or more specifically the Friday quali day in Qatar, I don't really feel like he's struggled mentally this year, or at least there aren't stand out moments for me where I've thought that he needs a break from this. He had one bad day out of 17 race weekends and now the entire dialogue surrounding Lance is "he's mentally struggling" or "he's not mentally strong enough" it's just another instance of F1 media and fans trying to push Lance out of his seat and make him seem inadequate.

Sure, he's struggled with the car but so have other drivers in their careers. Look at Daniel Ricciardo in McLaren as an example, he was horrendous but that doesn't mean he's a bad driver or he'd lost his skill. It's also worth noting that his teammate is Fernando Alonso, Fernando is outperforming the fuck out of that car and it will always make Lance look weaker in comparison. Additionally, as you mentioned, he's been unlucky in some races with strategy and with mechanical issues.

I also think we need to remember that he fractured his wrists, hand and toe at the start of this year and was back in the car within 2 weeks. Fractures take significantly longer to heal than breaks and I'm sure that the rushed recovery and near constant stress on his injuries isn't helping his healing. Again let's use Daniel as an example, he broke a bone in his hand, had surgery and has been out of the car healing for 8 weeks (4 race weekends). I can understand why Lance didn't want to sit out though because if Drugovich had performed well the calls for Lance to vacate his seat would have only gotten louder, but as a result of that I think his injuries are starting to catch up with him. As well as his wrist injuries, he's also had something going on with a lump on the side of his face so I'm sure that can't have been fun either.

All this to say he's had a shit year so far for many different reasons but that doesn't mean he needs a break or doesn't deserve his seat.

[transgender-scout]

please……. share the oc thoughts

Rotating avi and lee so fast in my head.

thinking very hard about avi being angry when she first arrives. being pissed off and scared. verbally lashing out at lee about it. lee just kind of taking it, both because he understands her fear, and because even if she's being mean to him, she's there with him. there's another person with him now that he can talk to. holy fuck, man.

avi slowly warming up to lee as she realizes that she's actually stuck there. there's no way out. him teaching her how to live with wings. them preening each other, because no one can quiiite reach that spot between their wings by themselves. avi and lee being able to joke about their stupid, shitty lives together while they both know that they'll never get out, that they're prepared to grow old and die there.

yet despite that, them working together, working on plans to escape. avi now working with this weird, chatty, sad boy that she'd wanted to fight on her first day. them growing even closer.

me becoming we.

them escaping together. the joy, my god, the sheer bliss of freedom. being able to walk more than 50 feet without the pull of a leash tugging them back. they don't fly much, and when they do, it hurts and strains, and doesn't look pretty, but it's the best feeling in the entire world.

the fear of being found out. the terror of being stalked through a city. it's a big place, but not nearly big enough. they can't escape easily; the trouble with not having room to fly is that your wings grow weak, they atrophy, can't carry your weight for long, even with the lighter body.

the terror becoming horror when avi is recaptured. the agony, the pain of knowing that lee can't do anything. he hates himself for having to leave her. they both know there was no way to help her, but he's so pissed at himself for letting something like this happen. he wants to tear his heart out of his chest as he watches avi being loaded into the car. the same car that both of them were stuffed into the first time they were kidnapped. he's certain that having a gaping hole in his chest would hurt less.

the quiet curiosity of finding someone to help. it's a strange feeling. he's never asked for help before. the thought never occurred to him. someone else to help shoulder the burden. atlas's friend, helping him hold the sky. unthinkable.

and yet.

the dread of being back. no, not dread. melancholy. despondency. avi's back and they know they're there forever now. the mental collapse that comes with seeing the wall, the wall scored with dozens and dozens of tally marks, 6 months' worth for keeping time, plastered over, a clean slate. a wall with a surface just waiting for 70 years worth of tally marks.

but it doesn't compare to hearing employees talk. behind closed doors, and cupped hands, they discuss a surgery. a surgery for avi. one that will keep her from ever telling anyone what they've done here on the off chance she managed to escape.

the struggle to avoid her fate. but despite the struggle, despite the protests, despite her humanity, despite everything, it happens.

thick stitches, bunched skin, missing vocal cords, felt through an anesthetic haze. meeting someone new, someone in the same boat, and instead of fighting this time, sobbing into his shoulder for hours because there's nothing to be done now.

making plans again. plans with someone new, someone unlike him. lee feels almost normal as he quietly listens to skylar's family over dinner, and his heart aches again. he almost enjoys their father's grilling, like he's a new boyfriend and not a new freak his kid picked up off the street.

avi is all but catatonic. she sleeps. she marks days. she sleeps. she marks days. there is nothing for her anymore. she is so, so tired. she doesn't want to be here. even Will visiting her doesn't help. he says he understand her situation, but he doesn't. he really doesn't.

it's time for a show. avi doesn't resist this time. she understands why lee was the way he was. despite the high energy atmosphere, avi barely reacts to what's happening. there's static in her head.

but a familiar voice cuts through the noise of the crowd and clears the snow. before she knows what's happening, someone has avi around the wrist and they're running. a shock of fear shoots through her. this is too familiar, too close to what happened last time. but it's different, too.

this time, lee is here.

in the chaos, they escape, but skylar is taken away, screaming for lee to help them. avi is here. skylar is gone.

lee regrets having a heart again.

rotating avi and lee in my head so fast.

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[kurashikeys]

ok so. i know people hate ai here, at least in its current capitalism driven form. we all know the discourse points, im not gonna rehash the existing arguments for or against ai bc thats not the point of this post. this post is only for asking a question about something i really really dont get

what makes creativity unique to humans?

and, i think i should write about my own view on this so that the question and the intent behind the question is completely clear. im not here with a truly formed opinion and trying to vouch for anything. im looking for other perspectives

first thing you need to know about me is that im on the autism spectrum. the second is that im a muslim. these two things inform most of the base of my thinking and decision making. and also science, i guess. i AM still an engineer

so, someone claiming to be muslim, to believe in a single and all powerful creator, asking a question about the uniqueness of humanity might seem weird. but, “causality” is very much a core of islam. everything that happens have a cause, and yes this goes for every “supernatural” looking event as well. yes, god is making the world turn and the rain fall and the flowers bloom and the sun set and so on. yes these all have their own causes in the form of physical laws. its important to understand that these causes do not negate the role of god, it just negates the ways to “prove” the existence of a creator. which. isnt relevant to this topic so i should rerail

so. causes. human body, human brain, also has them. 

our eyes are incredible. our ears, hands, livers, the whole deal. its all incredible. they are miracles. but, they are not magical. its all still working according to physical laws.

im a computer vision engineer, so lets take our visual system for example. the pupils of our eyes are, basically, small holes for light to get in. this light, drops on the retina, and is converted to electrical signals, which are then carried to the related parts of the brain via the optic nerves. this is the complex part, which i do not know enough about to get into, begins. all i know is that its a bunch of math. our brains are constantly doing calculus and using multiple very complex algorithms to give meaning to the images our eyes capture.

what i do for my job is a very crude version of this. sometimes i use deep learning to help with more sophisticated problems as well. but basically, all our projects have the same parts: a camera/eye, some cabling/neurons, and a computer/brain. and sometimes robotic hands too. those are usually not the parts im dealing with.

and honestly, most of the computer technology is like this. from the very start from back in the 20th century, the basis was always how the brain works, either intentionally, or unintentionally. the way it resembles our brain kept evolving, and now we have deep learning algorithms. which, according to my preschool education major ex-roommate, work very similar to how children learn. you just keep showing the program data and tell it what that specific piece of data is about, and it draws its own conclusions about what “makes” that data. honestly, one of my biggest gripes about working with these systems is that i dont need to code or debug as much as my other projects. if there’s something wrong, 99.99% of the time, its about the dataset

returning to the visual system again, the way digital vision systems and the human visual system works is so similar that, there have been recent studies and working prostheses for blind people that send the visuals from a camera directly to the patient’s brain. these systems still need a lot of work to be able to be used widely, but it proves that we can convert our digital data to signals that can be interpreted by our nervous system.

thats a lot of ranting to say basically 2 main things:

1. the human body isnt magical. it works according to existing physical laws, most of which we already understand. the way i see it, there’s no reason for us not to be able to understand exactly how our brains work. and this includes the concept of “creativity” as well (which i dont think we need to understand to replicate, but again, another topic. another rant.)

2. our technology already resembles us so much, and we keep improving upon what we have. i said before that the human body is a miracle, and honestly? i think what we can do with some plastic and some metal is also a miracle. if something is possible with the existing laws of physics, then it can be replicated using only metal and plastic. thats incredible.

and based on these two points, i cannot imagine a future where we cannot achieve AGI. and i cannot see a reason that makes us “unique” in the way that it cant be replicated

also, im pretty sure i can write all my thought processes in pseudocode and mathematical notation, so i do not see what prevents us from replicating a human brain. tho as i said, im autistic, so this could just be a case where my brain is the outlier.

i guess i lied. i guess i do have a formed opinion. the goal of this post stands, however. i really wanna see this from other people’s perspectives, and understand what these unique human qualities that cannot be broken down to maths and algorithms are. especially from people with brains that work differently from me

[jewreallythinkthat]

Something I really don't understand is this obsession the anti-Israel crowd (in the West) have with death and martyrdom. All they care about is dying, and often killing for their cause; I see nothing about building a better future that isn't based on the murder of 9 million Israelis.

It's easy to die for a cause. The challenge is living to make a better tomorrow.

[star-felled]

literally everything having to do with ron delite is hilarious. doesn't know what he's talking about ever. became a criminal to fuel his wifes shopping addiction. so pathetic that he gets declared innocent for a crime he's guilty of. when asked a question by his own lawyer he asks phoenix what HE thinks. admits to a murder he didnt actually commit several times on accident. found a dead body and instead of calling the cops his immediate, innate reaction was to hide said body. when asked why he hid that body in the safe his response is that it wouldnt fit in a drawer. confesses to being a criminal but the court cant do shit about it because of double jepordy. uses his freedom to run a rehab center for thieves, only to sell heist plans to said thieves. also uses his freedom to team up with his wife to continue stealing. flirts with another man in front of his wife and also an entire courtroom

[plesiosaurys]

getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."

[corvidcall]

None Of You Know What Haiku Are

I'm going to preface this by saying that i am not an expert in ANY form of poetry, just an enthusiast. Also, this post is... really long. Too long? Definitely too long. Whoops! I love poetry.

If you ask most English-speaking people (or haiku-bot) what a haiku is, they would probably say that it's a form of poetry that has 3 lines, with 5, and then 7, and then 5 syllables in them. That's certainly what I was taught in school when we did our scant poetry unit, but since... idk elementary school when I learned that, I've learned that that's actually a pretty inaccurate definition of haiku. And I think that inaccurate definition is a big part of why most people (myself included until relatively recently!) think that haiku are kind of... dumb? unimpressive? simple and boring? I mean, if you can just put any words with the right number of syllables into 3 lines, what makes it special?

Well, let me get into why the 5-7-5 understanding of haiku is wrong, and also what makes haiku so special (with examples)!

First of all, Japanese doesn't have syllables! There's a few different names for what phonetic units actually make up the language- In Japanese, they're called "On" (音), which translates to "sound", although English-language linguists often call it a "mora" (μ), which (quoting from Wikipedia here) "is a basic timing unit in the phonology of some spoken languages, equal to or shorter than a syllable." (x) "Oh" is one syllable, and also one mora, whereas "Oi" has one syllable, but two moras. "Ba" has one mora, "Baa" has two moras, etc. In English, we would say that a haiku is made up of three lines, with 5-7-5 syllables in them, 17 syllables total. In Japanese, that would be 17 sounds.

For an example of the difference, the word "haiku", in English, has 2 syllables (hai-ku), but in Japanese, はいく has 3 sounds (ha-i-ku). "Christmas" has 2 syllables, but in Japanese, "クリスマス" (ku-ri-su-ma-su) is 5 sounds! that's a while line on its own! Sometimes the syllables are the same as the sounds ("sushi" is two syllables, and すし is two sounds), but sometimes they're very different.

In addition, words in Japanese are frequently longer than their English equivalents. For example, the word "cuckoo" in Japanese is "ほととぎす" (hototogisu).

Now, I'm sure you're all very impressed at how I can use an English to Japanese dictionary (thank you, my mother is proud), but what does any of this matter? So two languages are different. How does that impact our understanding of haiku?

Well, if you think about the fact that Japanese words are frequently longer than English words, AND that Japanese counts sounds and not syllables, you can see how, "based purely on a 17-syllable counting method, a poet writing in English could easily slip in enough words for two haiku in Japanese” (quote from Grit, Grace, and Gold: Haiku Celebrating the Sports of Summer by Kit Pancoast Nagamura). If you're writing a poem using 17 English syllables, you are writing significantly more content than is in an authentic Japanese haiku.

(Also not all Japanese haiku are 17 sounds at all. It's really more of a guideline.)

Focusing on the 5-7-5 form leads to ignoring other strategies/common conventions of haiku, which personally, I think are more interesting! Two of the big ones are kigo, a season word, and kireji, a cutting word.

Kigo are words/phrases/images associated with a particular season, like snow for winter, or cherry blossoms for spring. In Japan, they actually publish reference books of kigo called saijiki, which is basically like a dictionary or almanac of kigo, describing the meaning, providing a list of related words, and some haiku that use that kigo. Using a a particular kigo both grounds the haiku in a particular time, but also alludes to other haiku that have used the same one.

Kireji is a thing that doesn't easily translate to English, but it's almost like a spoken piece of punctuation, separating the haiku into two parts/images that resonate with and add depth to each other. Some examples of kireji would be "ya", "keri", and "kana." Here's kireji in action in one of the most famous haiku:

古池や　蛙飛び込む　水の音 (Furu ike ya　kawazu tobikomu　mizu no oto) (The old pond — A frog jumps in The sound of the water.)

You can see the kireji at the end of the first line- 古池や literally translates to "old pond ya". The "ya" doesn't have linguistic meaning, but it denotes the separation between the two focuses of the haiku. First, we are picturing a pond. It's old, mature. The water is still. And then there's a frog! It's spring and he's fresh and new to the world! He jumps into the pond and goes "splash"! Wowie! When I say "cutting word", instead of say, a knife cutting, I like to imagine a film cut. The camera shows the pond, and then it cuts to the frog who jumps in.

English doesn't really have a version of this, at least not one that's spoken, but in English language haiku, people will frequently use a dash or an ellipses to fill the same role.

Format aside, there are also some conventions of the actual content, too. They frequently focus on nature, and are generally use direct language without metaphor. They use concrete images without judgement or analysis, inviting the reader to step into their shoes and imagine how they'd feel in the situation. It's not about describing how you feel, so much as it's about describing what made you feel.

Now, let's put it all together, looking at a haiku written Yosa Buson around 1760 (translated by Harold G. Henderson)

The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel

We've got our kigo with "the piercing chill." We read that, and we imagine it's probably winter. It's cold, and the kind of cold wind that cuts through you. There's our kireji- this translation uses a colon to differentiate our two images: the piercing chill, and the poet stepping on his dead wife's comb. There's no descriptions of what the poet is feeling, but you can imagine stepping into his shoes. You can imagine the pain he's experiencing in that moment on your own.

"But tumblr user corvidcall!" I hear you say, "All the examples you've used so far are Japanese haiku that have been translated! Are you implying that it's impossible for a good haiku to be written in English?" NO!!!!! I love English haiku! Here's a good example, which won first place in the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:

meteor shower . . . a gentle wave wets our sandals

When you read this one, can you imagine being in the poet's place? Do you feel the surprise as the tide comes in? Do you feel the summer-ness of the moment? Haiku are about describing things with the senses, and how you take in the world around you. In a way, it's like the poet is only setting a scene, which you inhabit and fill with meaning based on your own experiences. You and I are imagining different beaches, different waves, different people that make up the "our" it mentioned.

"Do I HAVE to include all these things when I write haiku? If I include all these things, does that mean my haiku will be good?" I mean, I don't know. What colors make up a good painting? What scenes make up a good play? It's a creative medium, and nobody can really tell you you can't experiment with form. Certainly not me! But I think it's important to know what the conventions of the form are, so you can appreciate good examples of it, and so you can know what you're actually experimenting with. And I mean... I'm not the poetry cops. But if you're not interested in engaging with the actual conventions and limitations of the form, then why are you even using that form?

I'll leave you with one more English language haiku, which is probably my favorite haiku ever. It was written by Tom Bierovic, and won first place at the 2021 Haiku Society of America Haiku Awards

a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds

Sources: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Further reading:

Forms in English Haiku by Keiko Imaoka Haiku: A Whole Lot More Than 5-7-5 by Jack How to Write a Bad Haiku by KrisL Haiku Are Not a Joke: A Plea from a Poet Who Has Had It Up to Here by Sandra Simpson Haiku Checklist by Katherine Raine

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: stepbrothers! lee heeseung, sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + oral + degradation

💌: i need them

stepbrother! heeseung is such a meanie :( he constantly spits degrading words at you, sayin that you’re desperate n it’s embarrassing for him to be known as the dude with a whore for a stepsister. he’s so cruel but you can’t bring yourself to care, letting your stepbrother use you like a toy, sucking his cock just how he likes it and happily bouncing on his length until he cums even though he doesn’t care about your pleasure; selfishly chasing his own release n kicking you out of his room when he’s done.

stepbrother! jake on the other hand, is the sweetest brother you could ever ask for <3 always there to clean you up after heeseung’s done with you n whispers sweet words to you while kissing you gently; he’s the complete opposite of heeseung. you’ve tried thanking jake, making a move to give him a handjob or let him fuck your throat but each time he gives you a cute smile n kisses your cheek before eating you out, allowing you to sit on his face and working his tongue into your wet cunt. all he cares about is making you feel good n letting you know that you’re such a good girl. he lives to please you, relishes in your sweet moans that fill the room when he’s fucking you, making you cum over n over, until you forget just how mean heeseung was to you n your pretty little head is filled with thoughts of jake.

[guppyfish77]

Derailed!

[archivebottles]

Caught between black and white

[superdummymags]

someone drag the wonder of u arc away from me i can't stop drawing it it's such a funny arc to me

[luvrxbunny]

Bunny I was randomly thinking about slow sex with Miguel with the !Cradle Sex Position! 🥺

i had to google what that was and omg the fucking fire that starting in my stomach AHHHHHH

also there were a bunch of diff photos so i hope this is the one you were talking about

warning 18+ - an animated photo of the position is below the cut

not proofread and probably some improper grammar CUS THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A BLURB

wc: 1k

it'd be really emotional sex. like maybe you almost died on a mission, ohh- like andrew garfield's spider-man! you were falling like that and Miguel had seen that canon event for other spiders so many times that he thought this was it- that no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, how quickly he shoots his web it wont reach you, he wont catch you, you're gonna die and it's his fault. but then his web reaches you and you're shaken up but completely safe.

he doesnt leave you alone for the rest of the day. he becomes worse than your shadow because at least your shadow can't insist your keep one part of your body on his at all times.

once you guys get home you ask him why he's so worked up and bent outta shape by what happened today and he breaks down. tears begin to stream down his face despite how aggressively he's trying to rub them away and you force him to sit down and explain himself to you.

you’re being so gentle as you comfort him, so caring and loving in a way he’s never felt before. so ofc he gets hard 🥳

he pulls you into his lap slowly and just stares at the shocked expression on your face once you feel that he’s hard. you’re sitting across his lap because of how he pulled you in. your legs run off the sides of his thighs as his legs stay planted on the ground.

he readjusts himself, slides down a bit and spreads his legs before wrapping a thick arm behind your thighs, one behind your back and slowly folding you up for him. he turns you so your back is to his chest but you can still hold the eye contact he’s kept this whole time.

the silence in the room is so fragile you’re afraid to breathe, not wanting to shatter the moment. his eyes flicker to your lips for a moment before coming back up with a pleasing look. his cheeks are still wet with tears, you can’t resist him. you lean in slowly and don’t close your eyes until your lips are locked with his. he moans and he reaches for your hand. he grabs your wrist and fidgets with buttons until your suit dissipates, one of his favorite things about having chosen to make you a digital suit.

he adjusts his watch to just dissipate the crotch, always needing that power imbalance between the two of you. his cock slaps against your pussy the moment it’s freed, eliciting a shocked, but desperate moan from the both of you.

miguel planned on taking his time with you but after his cock hit your plush, wet, lips— he can’t wait any longer. “putting it in, baby.” he grunts out into your ear as he lines himself up with your entrance. your hands reach back to caress his head, play with the curls at the base of his neck.

both your eyes roll back as he slides into you. it’s funny how in sync the two of you are, feeling the same things at the same time for the same reasons. the emotional exposure has left you both raw, sensitive for each other. you both are moaning louder and more frantically than you usually would, on edge already.

“m’not gonna last miguel. oh i love you so much, baby. you’re so good, keeping me safe at all times. my big protector.” your delirious, running your hand through his curls and grinding on his cock as you speak. your words affect him more than he ever could’ve expected. he’s cumming.

it’s worse than a punch to the gut. he lets out a yelp/moan of your name like a scolding and you can feel his warmth flooding your insides. his hands grip your thighs so hard you actually think they may pop, you have to dig your nails into his wrists for him to realize. his hands are shaking— his whole body is shaking so violently that you’re trembling along with him, causing an extra tightness over his cock as you start to cum.

he was on the tail end of his orgasm but now that you’re cumming around him… it’s been renewed. he lets out another shocked moan, closer to a whimper and a sob as he crosses the line into overstimulation. he’s still fucking into you though because you’re cumming. he wants you to cum so hard you’re nothing but jelly in his hands but it seems to be having the opposite affect.

your head is turned to his, you hand on the back of his head, in his curls to angle it towards you and you’re mumbling with a smirk against his lips. “oh- yeah. fill me up, miggy. you’re pumping me so full, baby. kee- keep going. miguel. keep filling me up, my love. m’all yours. make me yours- mark me. want everyone to know.” your words penetrate his brain like bullets. shooting through him and never leaving. mark you

he takes a bite before he can think. wanting to mark you in anyway he can and the sensitivity on his fangs as his eyes crossing as his cock shoves out another fat rope of cum into you. you’re squealing, trying to hold your sounds in as you flutter over his cock again, creating an obscene noise as his thrusts die into slow grinds. his teeth are still in your shoulder, feeling too good under the rush of your warm blood to pull out. his brows are furrowed as he tries to collect his thoughts again.

this never happens to him. you’re stroking the back of his head now and whispering loving words into the air, hoping he can hear them. you’re usually the one in this position, all fallen apart and gifting miguel the honor of putting you back together. but now he’s gifting the honor to you, giving himself you you completely, letting you clean him up and take the both of you to bed.

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS GET SO LONG OMFG 😭 THIS SHOULD COUNT AS TODAYS FIC

i literally burnt myself out from this and now today's fic is like 800 words

[suntails]

a father's love

[canonkiller]

do you consider your self made?

[milquetoad]

of the many injustices put forth toward the show by fans i think the most overall damaging and telling of a complete lack of critical viewership is the idea that sam riegel builds his characters with nothing more than the bit in mind. like you are only telling on yourself if you think characters like scanlan shorthalt and veth brennato are one-dimensional and depthless