ashofalltime · 7 months ago
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i truly have no idea what to make my "art brand" other than Hot Boys With Thick Eyebrows :/
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ethien · 1 year ago
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The thing about the remake of P3
I had a night and a workday to collect my thoughts about the entire remake announcement, and further information about it.
It will be long, so I will cut here.
Let us start with the thing everyone is somehow a bit...disappointed. 
In an Interview with IGN, it got cleared out we’re getting a Remake of the pure Persona 3, without FES, without portable content. So, no Femc, no the answer. No chance of me dating an Akihiko made in Unreal Engine. 
Well, someone already cleared out while looking at the shared screenshots they are things from FES or portable, like commanding every from the party, which will be there. 
And if I am honest, when I read the interview, some phrases sound like “We cannot share more at this moment”
It is so far frustrating we still had to wait for further information from atlus regarding the topic around the additional content. Will there be more Remakes of P3 like Royal for P5, Golden for P4? Do we get payable DLC? Will there every be the chance for the additional content to enjoy?
Which leads to a general question: What makes a Remake something worthy called it “Remake”?
Excatly telling the origin story, polishing the graphics to the actual standard, creating the definitive edition of a collection of games? 
There a plenty games out there who got the title Remake, yet Fans argue with a wide range of argument that they didnt deserve it. 
I am myself a bit conflicted. Yeah, I had hoped for Femc not only bc of dating Aki, but also of how they managed the Social Links, and the slightly different point of view. The End of the regular P3 was heartbreaking, yet I couldnt believe some characters reactions bc...bro, we never could hangout, we just talk. While I believe they all got close, It was hard so get the full character. And then, there was the Femc Route where we got everyone from the Team to know better. Dating someone in the game and then parting at the end was heartbreaking in Femc route. 
Yet, I can understand the turn to show the first pure intention how P3 was at first before it got additional content. 
I am looking forward to play it. They put the actual standard into it which felt more like freedom like the visual novel shit I had in portable. Even when I am thankful to get the p3 experience with portable bc I never had a ps2, it sometimes cut out a lot of impression from music, atmosphere etc.The modern look is smooth, it is visually impressive. 
Yet the sour taste of there is missing something, and we dont know if we get it...it will be staying.
Another point where a lot are frustrated are the new english cast. 
Dont get me wrong, I am always a fan of “a person should be the character forever”. 
Yet, voice acting business is a complicated matter. We dont know about the contracts, the schedules, the fees they arranged, they would get, they want and what they deserved. If it was intended or they had to take the move. We just dont know until we get info. If we get Info about it.
I must say, I am looking forward to the new cast. Some voices are pretty known in the anime business, or in other famous games. Like the new voice for Akihiko. I know the voice from FE 3H, and from FF7R. The characters are way different in their tune, and I had to concentrate to clearly hear out the voice. What is a good thing if the VA can dance with his voice (Just like Robbie, the Voice of Akechi in P5...or Prompto in FF15). And I just listened to his Peaches cover of insta. I can cleary see him giving us “I’ve been waiting for this!” as good as his OG-VA (which voiced btw Grimoire Weiss in Nier Replicant, good game, you should play, it will tear you emotional apart xD)
All in all, it is still annoying we had to wait for Atlus...again. I cannot see what they had in their minds. They make amazing games, but make also terrible decision reagrding games. 
As a dumbass of a Fan for their games, I will buy everything. I am dumb enough. Like, had I mention how many versions of P5 I own? Too much xD 
But it would be a pretty dickmove of atlus releasing every additional as a new remake game. I am fine with DLC, even when there is the question why it is DLC when it could be in the game? 
I am happy it got a new shell. It fucking deserved it. 
I guess a final view can be made if I have all the info, and of course, played the game.
Or Fans are going riot and Atlus is doing something. Thats is always a possible outcame, and in my opinion, let it burn °^° xD
Lets see what we get in the next months until it got released,
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max-is-tired · 5 years ago
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Misconceptions: A Show
Pairing: Intrulogical
Characters: Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders.
Words: 3.941
Warnings: sympathetic Deceit & Remus, swearing, some graphic talk bc it’s Remus, screaming in caps
Notes: Finally, I can post this monster of a fic -hey there, @princeyssash, guess who was your secret santa? This fic was honestly so much fun to write, I swear -I loved all of the prompts I had, but this one just called to me,,, I had to,,
Big thanks to @purp-man for betaing this fic for me and listening to my 3am rambles, and shoutout to @afulldeckofaces for helping me flesh out some plot points, like Virgil memeing his way through Roman’s plans. You’re the absolute best <33
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It was a normal day in the mindscape.
Patton was humming happily in the kitchen, shuffling around with a pep in his step as he mixed the batter for some cookies. In the living room, Logan and Virgil were enjoying each other’s company while doing their own thing, may it be reading or half-slouching on the couch while scrolling aimlessly through Tumblr.
Everything was peaceful.
Until it wasn’t.
“YOU DIRTY LITTLE SEWER RAT GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!”
Everyone jumped at the sudden shout, Virgil going as far as tumbling off the couch with a startled yelp. From upstairs, Remus’ unmistakable laughter bounced on the walls, followed shortly after by the twin himself bolting down the stairs with a maniacal grin on his face.
“Oh god,” Virgil groaned from the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose, “what the fuck did he do now?”
“Language, kiddo,” Patton called, emerging from the kitchen with a confused frown on his face. 
Turns out, they didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
“REMUS!!” Roman screeched, running down the stairs. He looked thoroughly pissed, eyes flashing dangerously as he glared daggers at his brother.
Virgil took one look at him, blinked, and then promptly broke down cackling.
“Stop laughing, Hot Topic!” Roman exclaimed, cheeks flushing red. Not that his blush was very noticeable, due to the various scribbles and crude drawings covering his face. “Look at what he did to my beautiful face!”
“You just don’t understand real art, brother dearest,” Remus snickered, waving the marker in his hand around.
“Oh, I’ll show you real art,” Roman muttered darkly, unsheathing his sword as he stalked down the last steps of the stairs.
At the sight of the unsheathed sword, Virgil’s eyes widened in alarm, his body tensing slightly as it became clear the situation was starting to escalate. Beside him, Logan looked at the two brothers, sighed in resignation and snapped the book in his hands shut.
“That’s quite enough, you two,” he said, staring the two brothers down with a raised eyebrow.
“Specs, he drew penises on my face! Multiple times!!”
“Which you can easily snap off with a wave of your hand,” Logan pointed out, “I do not believe there is any need for all this screaming, or for weapons to be brought into the picture.”
“Logan, you don’t understand, I gotta fight him now! For my honor!!” Roman exclaimed, waving his arms around -and therefore further proving Logan’s point by almost cutting Deceit’s head off as the side rose up to check what the commotion was about.
“Oi, watch it!” Deceit called out, ducking to avoid another accidental swipe of Roman’s sword, “who are you, Zuko?”
“If Roman’s Zuko then Logan is totally Uncle Iroh,” Virgil added, still lying on the floor.
Logan shrugged. “If we are referring to the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender then yes, I can see the similarities.”
Roman squinted at them, finally lowering his sword. “There is an insult somewhere in that phrase. I don’t know where, but I know there is.”
“It’s because you’re a dumb-head, bro!” Remus cackled, once again calling the attention to himself.
Roman growled, looking more than ready to stalk through the room and tackle his twin to the ground, but Logan anticipated him before the situation could escalate once again.
“Remus, I believe this is quite enough,” he said, turning towards the aforementioned twin.
“Aw, but Logan, I’m just having some fun!”
Logan simply raised an eyebrow, staring him down.
“Ugh, fiiiine!” Remus finally groaned, throwing the marker somewhere behind himself, “that does not mean I’m happy about it though!”
Then, he sank out.
Peace once again established, Logan hummed and leaned back on the couch, going back to reading his book.
Or at least that was the plan.
“What the fuck just happened?” Virgil asked, staring at him in disbelief.
“Virgil, language!!”
“Sorry Padre, but I gotta agree with Cout Woelaf here,” Roman said, sword laying limp in his grip, “that was nothing less but weird.”
“I honestly do not understand where all of this apparent confusion is coming from,” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You told Remus to stop!” Roman exclaimed, throwing his arms up, “and he listened to you!!”
“Roman, your sword!” Deceit hissed in frustration, having had to duck for the third time to avoid being cut in tiny scaley pieces. “If you don’t put it down this instant I might just try and stab you with it, do not try me.”
Roman grumbled but complied, making the sword disappear with a wave of his hand. Then, he crossed his arms, looking once again towards the logical side. “My point still stands though. Remus never listens to anyone, like, ever.”
“Yeah, I think I have to agree with them here Lo,” Patton said, still standing under the kitchen’s doorway, “that was a little weird.”
“Well, I do not know what to tell you,” Logan countered, “I asked him to stop, he complied and then sank out -it’s as simple as that.”
“If you say so,” Roman said, squinting at him in suspicion.
From the other side of the room, Deceit gave him A Look, appearing to be torn between amusement and concern. Logan subtly raised an eyebrow in response, making sure the others would not notice their silent exchange.
After all, it wasn’t like he could just tell them the truth, could he?
+++
When Logan finally sank up in his room, sometime later, he was not surprised to see a very familiar side sprawled on his bed, head hanging from the side of the mattress as he threw a tiny dagger up and down in the air.
“Lolo!!” Remus grinned, spotting him, “took you a while, I was starting to get bored!”
“I wanted to finish this novel first,” Logan said, putting the book in question back to its place in his large library, “it was rather interesting.”
“You know what would be interesting?” Remus asked, not looking away from the other as he kept playing with his dagger, “to find out what would happen if this dagger hit me in the eye!! Do you think it would reach all the way to my brain?”
“I suppose it would,” Logan hummed, sitting beside the creative side and quickly catching the dagger out of the air when Remus threw it again, “but between proving that hypothesis and spending the rest of the day with my not-injured husband, I think I prefer the second option more.”
“Oh really?” Remus grinned, sitting up -a slim silver chain fell out of his shirt with the movement, the golden ring hanging from it twinkling in the light of the room. “And tell me, how would you like to spend that time, my dear?”
Logan hummed, the light pressure of his own ring hiding under his shirt bringing a smile to his face. “Oh, I’m sure my dear husband will have some ideas of his own to share.”
“Oh, you are wicked,” Remus said, before leaning in to capture Logan’s lips in a kiss.
+++
For a while, it seemed like whatever had happened in the living room had been forgotten -the others were still confused by how easy it was for Logan to make Remus listen to him, but most of them waved it off as Logic easily overpowering Intrusive Thoughts with rationality and all that shit.
(Deceit knew better than that, but that was mostly because lying to him was next to impossible and Logan had been smart enough to let him in on their secret as soon as it had started to become a serious thing, both to help the couple lie to the other sides and to avoid him finding out on his own and potentially jeopardizing their cover.)
Point is, no one had yet discovered the real reason between the apparent chemistry between the two sides. But that didn’t mean they weren’t starting to notice things.
The first one to start suspecting something was, surprisingly enough, Virgil.
He had been sneaking to the kitchen around 3am, planning to grab a quick snack from the pantry and then tip-toe back to his own room, all the while hoping not to alert anyone of his nighttime escapade -he had already been at the receiving end of several stern talks about his fucked-up sleeping schedule and did not want to have to sit through another one, thank you very much.
What he had not been expecting, was to find himself staring at Logan’s back, the logical side looking busy filling two mugs with steaming water.
Virgil froze on his tracks, eyes wide in alarm as he tried to figure out how to sneak back out of the kitchen and up the stairs without being noticed. Unfortunately, Logan seemed to have other ideas and turned around before the anxious side could make up his mind about the next course of action.
“Uh,” Logan said, blinking in surprise, “hello, Virgil. I have to be honest, I was not expecting to meet anyone at this hour of the night.”
“Likewise, I guess,” Virgil shrugged, giving the other a tiny smile, “why are you up at this hour anyway? Weren’t you the one waxing poetry about the importance of a regular sleep schedule?”
“I got sidetracked, I guess. One late night won’t harm me in any way or form, I assure you.”
Virgil snickered. “I’m telling Patton you said that.”
“I don’t think you will,” Logan countered, calm as ever as he put down the kettle and moved to grab the two cups, “because if you do I will tell Patton about you sneaking into the kitchen at 3am with, as it appears, not a single ounce of sleep in your body.”
“... harsh, L. Real harsh.”
“Just stating facts,” Logan said, before walking out of the kitchen.
Virgil stared after him, watching the logical side leisurely cross the living room and walk up the stairs until he could not see him anymore. Then, he shrugged, quickly walking to the pantry and grabbing the snack he had come for.
He straightened up, holding triumphantly a bag of chips, only to freeze up again when a tiny detail finally struck him.
“Wait, why the fuck did he have two mugs?”, he wondered, turning back to glance at the stairs. Then, he turned towards the kitchen counter, noticing a little bag sitting just to the side of where Logan had been standing just a few seconds before.
“Kuding Tea” read the caption on the front of the bag, the inside filled with slim, dark tea nails.
Virgil frowned, rolling the name around in his head. He was sure he had heard it before, but where?
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The second one was Roman.
He had been strolling idly around the Imagination, humming a song under his breath as he walked along a path in the woods. Of course, his guard wasn’t completely down, not now that he was so near Remus’ side of the Imagination -while his relationship with his brother had greatly improved in the last year or so, he was still very much aware of the dangerous creatures lurking in his brother’s domain, and Roman had no desire to be caught by surprise by one of them.
Could you imagine the teasing, if Remus ever were to find out?
So yeah, he was still being very attentive to his surroundings -that’s probably half of the reason why he found himself hesitating when what sounded like distant laughter reached his ears.
Roman stilled, focusing on his surroundings. But all he could hear was silence, and after a few more seconds he was about ready to shrug it off to his imagination.
Then, the same, faint sound echoed from somewhere in the forest.
Curious, Roman started following the sound, watching his steps as his hand moved to hover over the handle of his sword -better be safe than sorry, he figured.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his destination, the forest receding just a few feet in front of him to make room for a vast, lush clearing. What he found, however, was something he could have never fathomed.
In the middle of the clearing, sitting on the grass in front of each other, were Remus and Logan, looking way too engrossed in their own conversation to notice the stunned prince staring at them from just behind a tree.
Remus seemed to be showing Logan something, looking completely enraptured by whatever Logan was saying.
The logical side was talking animatedly, waving his hands around with a grin as he occasionally gestured to something sitting between them. And Remus, well, he was staring at Logan with an expression Roman was pretty sure he’d never seen on his twin’s face.
He was looking at Logan like he was the sole holder of every secret of the universe, like he was everything he could see and hear.
He looked absolutely, utterly smitten, and Roman did not know what to do with that information.
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For Patton, well, it was more of a gradual realization.
He may not be the smartest in the group, but he was not by any means an idiot. He had noticed right away the potential chemistry between the two sides, the way Logan never seemed to be fazed by Remus’ shenanigans or the way Remus seemed to enjoy poking fun at the logical side.
Initially, he had not been very thrilled about it. But as time went on and they started to get closer to the dark sides, he could see how those two being friends could be highly beneficial for everyone, Remus and Logan included.
And he thought that was all it was -a blossoming friendship!
But the more time passed, the more Patton started to realize how that wasn’t exactly the case.
He didn’t know what initially tipped him off, really. Maybe it was the shared glances when one of them thought the other wasn’t looking, or the smile both of the sides seemed to fight down when in the presence of the other.
Maybe it was the subtle change in Logan’s demeanor, the way he’d grown calmer, happier, metaphorically softer around the edges ever since he and Remus had started growing closer.
Something was starting to bloom between the two sides, and Patton was not so sure it was a simple, innocent friendship anymore.
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Things came to a head one fateful Saturday afternoon, with Logan stuck revising schedules with Thomas and Remus doing who-knows-what in the Imagination.
The other sides were all lounging in the living room, all doing their own thing.
Then, Roman spoke up.
“Do you guys think something’s going on between Remus and Logan?”
Virgil, who was very much not expecting to hear something like that in the foreseeable future, jumped up from where he had been sprawled on the couch, headphones hanging limp from his neck as he stared wide-eyed at the creative side.
“Please tell me you’re not implying what I think you are implying.”
Roman shrugged, looking away as he scratched the base of his neck. “I don’t know what to tell you, Panic! At The Everywhere -I’m just asking.”
“If I have to be completely honest, actually,” piped up Patton from his place on the floor, stopping the episode of Parks & Rec they had been using as a background, “I have noticed some strange things too.”
“Right??” Roman exclaimed, “I saw them in the Imagination, last week, and I swear to god at one point Remus’ expression almost rivaled the way Logan usually looks at a jar of Crofters.”
“Whoa there Princey,” Virgil said, “don’t you think you’re exaggerating a little?”
“I know what I saw, J.D-lightful.”
“And I think Logan could be developing some feelings for Remus, even if he probably hasn’t quite realized it yet,” Patton added.
Virgil went to argue, but suddenly a realization struck him.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered in shock, suddenly looking like he was reevaluating everything he’d ever known.
“What?” Roman asked, confused.
“I caught Logan down in the kitchen, the other day,” Virgil explained, “he was brewing two cups of tea -which I found rather strange, really, but it was something like 3am so I didn’t question it too much. But I saw the name of the tea he brewed, and it felt familiar but I didn’t connect the dots until now.”
“Well?” Roman prompted, “We’re on the edge of our seats here, Marilyn Morose.”
“It was Kuding Tea, aka Remus’ favorite,” Virgil revealed. “He made us brew it all the time, and he was the only one able to drink that stuff because it’s one of the most bitter things you could ever try to swallow.”
Patton hummed, looking deep in thought. “Looks like those two might be closer than we thought.”
Roman grinned, something akin to mischief glinting in his eyes. “How about we help them grow just a little bit closer, uh?”
“We can discuss all of that later, Ro, but first there’s another thing we need to talk about,” Patton said, before turning to look at Virgil with a stern look on his face. “Virgil Sanders, what’s this I hear about you being up at 3am again?”
(Engrossed as they were in the new revelations, none of the sides noticed the tiny smirk stretching on Deceit’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He could have tried to stop them from trying to meddle, sure.
But where would be the fun in that?)
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As it turned out, not a single one of the sides’ plans came even close to its goal.
First came Patton’s idea, which was arguably the most subtle. They set up a family dinner, pestering the two sides until they confirmed their presence at the table. Then, very last minute, everyone gave random excuses as to why they couldn’t come. Everyone was sure it would work, even if they didn’t stick around to find out -knowing Remus’s tendency to make things rather… spicy, they didn’t want to find out what would happen after the two finally confessed their feelings.
However, when, the day after, they asked Logan how the dinner had gone, the logical side simply leveled them with a confused stare.
“Since you all weren’t there we just agreed to bring the food back to our rooms and keep doing our work -I still had some possible scripts to read through so it worked just fine for me.”
So, it looked like plan A had been a failure.
Roman, in all of his finesse and “romantic prowess” (his exact words), decided to put his own plan in action -which consisted of not-so-subtly shoving the two sides in the same room and “accidentally” break the doorknob, effectively trapping them inside.
(“Wow, a true Cupido alright.”
 “Oh, shut up, you Emo Nightmare.”)
However, Roman’s incredible, astonishing, foolproof plan (again, his exact words) did not account for one specific aspect, aka Remus’ tendency of not letting puny, material things like doors keep him trapped.
In less than five minutes, the two sides were free once again, easily sidestepping what little remained of the door with Remus still holding his morning star in his hands.
And just like that, plan B joined its predecessor down the metaphorical toilet.
Last came Virgil’s plan, which was quite different from the other two’s -it was succinct, concise, and the farthest thing from subtle you could ever think of.
“Hey L,” he called one day, not even looking up from his phone, “what if you went and kissed Remus?”
Logan slowly looked up from his book. “... I apologize, what?”
Virgil shrugged, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’m just kidding. Unless…?”
Logan blinked at him, looking thoroughly confused. “Virgil, are you unwell? How many hours of rest did you get last night?”
And that’s how plan C joined its sibling down in the metaphorical sewer.
(“Your plan was a meme??”
“At least I didn’t try to cliché them into a relationship, Princey.”) 
Point is, by the end of the week the three sides had still to come up with a tactic that could actually work. So, they planned another brainstorm question in the living room.
Only, they appeared to have greatly miscalculated Remus and Logan’s whereabouts.
“Alright, you guys want to share with the class what the fuck is going on already?”
The three sides jumped in unison, whipping their heads around to stare at the two sides standing at the bottom of the stairs. Remus was leaning on the railing, looking at them expectantly, while Logan was standing just beside him with his arms crossed in front of his chest, one single eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“Uuuuuh…” Patton spoke up, looking at the other two in search of help, “language?”
“Pat, I think my language is the least of our problems now,” Remus retorted, refusing to drop the subject, “so, who wants to start talking first?”
The three sides, who looked like three deers caught in the headlights, seemed to grow more panicked by the second, searching for a possible explanation and coming up empty-handed.
“We found out you guys have a crush on each other and wanted to help you two get together!” Roman finally blurted.
“Roman!” Virgil growled, turning to glare at the creative side.
“I’m sorry!” Roman squeaked, throwing his arms up in frustration.
“You could have been a little more… tactful about it, kiddo,” Patton said, smiling nervously as they all waited with bated breath what the two’s reactions would be.
Logan and Remus blinked, dumbfounded. Then, they turned to look at each other, before Remus decided that the best course of action was, of course, to break down into hysterical giggles, compete with wheezing and tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
As for Logan, well, he limited himself to chuckling, looking downright amused by the whole situation.
So yeah, not exactly the reactions the others were expecting.
“... what?” Virgil asked, “please tell me I’m not the only confused one right now.”
“Apologies, Virgil,” Logan said, as Remus kept merrily cackling his lungs out on the floor, “we just thought something serious was going on, since you have all been acting strangely during the last week or so. Discovering that the reason behind your strange behavior was that, well, is rather amusing.”
“Wait, is that your way of telling us you actually don’t like Remus?” Roman said.
“Actually, I do like him, in a romantic sense,” Logan chuckled, throwing a fond look at the side wheezing on the ground. “We have been engaged in a romantic relationship for a while now.”
“... I know I probably sound like a broken record but what?”
“He wants to tap this booty, Vee!” Remus cackled, “and I’m 100% down for that!”
“ By the horn of a unicorn, please spare us the details,” Roman muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“So that means you guys are already in a relationship?!” Patton exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as he clapped his hands in obvious delight, “oh my gosh, that’s so cute! I’m so happy for you guys!!”
“I don’t know if I want to be angry because you guys didn’t tell us or because my brother somehow managed to score a boyfriend before me,” Roman grumbled.
Logan and Remus shared a glance at that, mischief twinkling in both of their eyes. Then, once it appeared they were both on the same page, Remus spoke, barely stopping himself from giggling in anticipation.
“Actually we’re married, but go off I guess.”
Silence fell, seconds ticking by as the news started to sink in.
“Now hold on a second you guys aRE WHAT-”
And then, chaos.
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dabble-writes · 6 years ago
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Death’s Bride--(5)
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| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |
Pairing:
Namjoon/Reader
Summary:
You are a Seer. What is a Seer? A Seer is someone whose sixth sense is stronger than most people’s and can see Death. You did not want to be one, you just want to be normal—yet what happens when Death comes for you? No, not for you to die—for you to be his bride.
*Based on a novel I wrote before in Wattpad by the same title*
Tags:
Romance, Fantasy, Angst
Warnings:
Very graphic violence, death, and suicide
CHAPTER 5: DEATH’S REASON
“Y/N! Y/N!” Jisoo burst into the room and you looked up from your book at her.
“What happened, Jisoo? Is there a fire or something? You know this is technically Hell so it’s a regular occurrence—”
Jisoo frowned, “Y/N, this isn’t the time to be joking around.”
You marked your page and put the book to the side, “Okay then, don’t get your panties in a twist—what happened?”
“Jin!”
“Yes, I know that Jin existing is a bad thing to society but that’s not exactly new…”
Jisoo glared at you in frustration, “No! Well yes, that’s right, but that’s not what I came here for. It’s about his new plan.”
You perked up, “New plan? What is it?”
Jisoo bit her lip, “It’s…It’s awful. I can’t bring myself to say it.”
“C’mon, Jisoo,” you pleaded, “you gotta tell me, quick.”
“Death…Jin is planning to kill Death.”
You gave her a strange look, “Jisoo, not to burst your bubble…but he’s Death. He can’t really die.”
“I’m serious.” Jisoo insisted.
“Okay…say he’s planning on killing Namjoon. How exactly is he planning on doing that?”
“Well, there are rumors of one thing that can kill Death: The Holy Dagger.”
Seriously?
“A Holy Dagger? That sounds like some cheesy Indiana Jones knock-off.”
“Y/N!”
You raised your hands defensively, “Okay, okay, I’ll be more focused. Are you sure?”
When you saw her solemn face, you felt a sense of dread. Jisoo isn’t the type to make jokes or play pranks of people. Is it possible to kill Namjoon? That just seems so surreal…
“I found out when I went through the papers on his desk,” Jisoo answered.
You gotta hand it to Jisoo, that’s some good espionage skills. Still, this is very disturbing news…
“When will he…?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh god, what do we do? We don’t really have any evidence that this is true, how am I supposed to warn Namjoon?”
Jisoo smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”
She reached inside her apron pocket and took out a scrap of paper.
“What? Seriously? You’re amazing, Jisoo!” You took the paper and read the handwritten note.
The Dagger has been located, Master. Soon we can take down his Lordship and you can step into your rightful place.
You covered your mouth with your hand, in shock, “Oh my god, this is for real.”
“What, you thought I was lying?”
“No, no, but now I can finally speak with Namjoon. Do you know where he is?”
“He should be in his office now, I’ll take you there.”
You then gave Jisoo a huge hug, “Thanks, Jisoo, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
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“Namjoon, you have to listen to me!” You exclaimed as you burst into his office.
Namjoon sat behind his desk and when you burst in he studied you over his reading glasses. Glasses? Namjoon has glasses? Wow he looks hot in glasses…wait, never mind, focus!
“Why are you making such a ruckus?” He asked, “Sit down and calm down.”
You didn’t think this was a matter you should be calm about, but decided he wouldn’t listen to you if you were hysterical. You took a deep breath and sat in the chair in front of him.
“How did you found my office, by the way? This is pretty far from your room.”, Namjoon asked as he pushed a few papers out the way so he can rest his hands on top of the desk.
“Jisoo told me the directions. I know that you’re busy and all, but I need to talk to you about an urgent matter.” 
He lifted a brow, “Jisoo?”
“The maid.” 
“Ah yes. So what is this ‘urgent matter’ you need to discuss with me?”
You pulled the paper from your pocket and handed it to him, “This.”
Namjoon gave you a confused look, but took the note and read it. His eyes widened and he looked at you in alarm.
“Y/N…where did you found this note?”
You took a deep breath, it’s now or never.
“I found it in Jin’s office.”
For the first time since you’ve met him, Namjoon looked like he was caught off guard. 
“What?”
“You see,” you continued, “I sort of lied when I said I didn’t see my captor’s face—I did. It was Jin, he was the one who kidnapped me.”
Namjoon didn’t look to happy with that tidbit of information, “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“Would you have believed me?”He gave no answer, “Would you? I thought so. I decided I would gather evidence before I told you—and I did.”
Namjoon looked at the note in his hand, “You got this from Jin’s office?”
“Why do I hear disbelief in your tone?”, you gave him a hard look, “You aren’t doubting me, are you?”
He didn’t seem to hear you, lost in his thoughts, “No one else knows of this, right?” He waved the note.
You bit your lip, debating whether to mention Jisoo or not. But she might get in trouble and Namjoon will make her sentence here longer…
“No.”
“Not even that maid?”
You shook your head, “I only enlisted her help to find your office.”
Namjoon looked back at the note in his hands, “Good, don’t say this to anyone else. I’ll take care of this. You may go.”
Wait, that’s it?, you thought, he doesn’t seem concerned for his life at all. He didn’t even thank me, just dismissed me!
“What do you mean by ‘you’ll take care of this’?” You asked, a little irritated. 
Namjoon gave you a leveled stare, “As in I’ll investigate on my own. This problem doesn’t concern you.”
What? That’s it!
“Concern me? Concern me? Of course it concerns me!” , you felt anger boil inside you as you stood up, “I am your bride, whether you like it or not. The moment you kidnapped me, your problem became mine and vice versa.”
“Don’t get too excited, Y/N, sit down. If memory serves me correctly, I didn’t kidnap you—you came willingly.” Namjoon said calmly, but something sparked in his eyes and you knew you couldn’t let this go.
You slammed your hands on the desk, very frustrated, “No! For once tell me what’s going on—aren’t you worried you may lose your life?”
“Since when did you care so much about my well-being?” Namjoon asked and you froze. 
“Um, well, you know, you did save me from Jungkook and I should return the favor.”, you stammered as you leaned away from the desk. 
Namjoon leaned forward, “Somehow I don’t buy that. You’ve been acting different these past few weeks and I can’t quite place it.”
You bit your lip, you didn’t like where this conversation was heading, “Maybe I realized that you weren’t so evil after all and don’t know how to act around you anymore. Either way, don’t distract me from the conversation—why aren’t you concerned that Jin, who is supposedly your best friend and adviser, is trying to kill you?”
Namjoon narrowed his eyes, “I said I’ll deal with the situation. I’ll talk to Jin.”
It then hit you that Namjoon didn’t believe you and didn’t really think that Jin is a traitor.
“Talk to Jin? Are you serious? He’s obviously going to lie to you! How can you be so trusting?” You never pegged Namjoon as the naïve type. He simply studied you.
“Are you in love with me?” He asked suddenly and your jaw dropped.
“W-what? What does that have to do with anything? The nerve—”
He is so arrogant, you thought. 
“I don’t see any other explanation for your behavior besides that.”
“Really? Well I’ve got news for you: I don’t love you—”
Namjoon sighed, took off his glasses and set them down, “Y/N, there’s something important I need to tell you.”
Your arms were crossed, “I’m telling you, I don’t—”
“I cannot love.” He said solemnly. You heart dropped as you looked into his eyes to see if he was lying. Of course, it was hard to read his emotions.
“What did you say?”
“I cannot love,” he repeated, “So please do not form any sort of attachment to me.”
You frowned, “I think you’re lying.”
“I’m lying? I think not. I have lost my ability to love a long time ago so I am just telling you for your own good, so you won’t get hurt.”
“See I find that part hard to believe, that you ‘lost’ your ability to feel any emotions. I call bullshit on that.”
“You just don’t understand.” Namjoon said as he looked away; he seemed as if he were a million miles away.
“Then make me understand,” you pleaded, very tired that he keeps pushing you away, “tell me.”
Grimly, he turned back to you and said, “To do that, I’ll have to tell you a bit of my life before I was Death—the time when I was only referred to as Namjoon.”
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“Namjoon, can you help me carry this pot?”
Namjoon smiled as he walked towards his mother and pulled the heavy pot from her hands.
“Mother, you know you should not be carrying heavy objects—it’s not good for the baby.”
She chuckled as she placed her hand on her round belly, “That is why I ask you to carry it, my strong young boy.”
He shook his head with a smile as he carried the pot to the cottage. His mother followed him, laughing silently to herself.
“Just set it one top of the fire.” She ordered and Namjoon followed her orders.
“Mother, where’s father?” He asked curiously, usually he is here by this time.
“Namjoon, you know your father is trying to get a job.” She replied tiredly. 
He turned to her, “I can help—”
She would not hear of it, “You are too young, plus I need you to help me.”
“I am not young,” Namjoon insisted, “I am two and ten years!”
“You will not get a job and that is final.” Her eyes were hard.
“But mother—“, He pleaded.
“Not one more word.” God help me, Namjoon thought, there was not one more stubborn than my mother.
“Go gather some firewood, since you seem to have time to argue.” She ordered as she stopped several potatoes in the pot.
“Fine, mother.” Namjoon scowled and went to the forest to do what she asked. 
Once he gathered as much firewood as he could carry, Namjoon walked back to the cottage. 
“What do you mean a week?”  
He heard his mother exclaim as Namjoon was about to open the door.Curious, he stood by the door and listened to their conversation. 
“I’m sorry, love, I am trying—”
“Trying is not good enough! How are we going to get all the money within one week?”
There was a silence and Namjoon decided to enter.
“Namjoon! What are you doing here?”, mother asked in panic.
“You told me to bring you firewood, mother.” He answered and set the wood by the fire.
“Oh right.” She was seated and had her head on her hand; she looked like she was in a great amount of stress.
“Have you found a job yet, father?” Namjoon asked.
His father made a pained expression, “That is none of your business, son.”
“Please father, let me help, I know I can—”
He gently placed his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, which made him stop talking, “That is out of the question. You have to take care of your mother, remember?”
Namjoon huffed, “Okay.”
“Good lad, I will be going now—”
“But what about your supper?” His mother said as she started to get up.His father was immediately by her side. 
“Love, do not exert yourself, it is not good for the baby. Namjoon, serve the supper.”
As the week progressed, Namjoon’s father still could not find a job and his mother became more and more anxious. 
“Oh sorry, Namjoon.” His mother apologized as she went to clean up the water she had spilled.
“I will do it, mother.”Namjoon said as he grabbed her arm and helped her unto a chair.
“Just because I am pregnant does not mean I cannot do any labor!” She snapped at him, then winced, “Sorry, Namjoon.”
He gave her a tight hug, he sensed she needed it, “It is okay, mother, you are just very nervous.”
“Namjoon, Lord Jaehwan is not very nice when it comes to owing money.”
Namjoon froze and stepped away to see her face, “Lord Jawhwan? We are indebted to him? I heard a lot of horrible rumors and him and his men.”
His mother winced, “Yes, your father was desperate and stupid at that rime.”
“What can we do?”, Namjoon felt a sense of dread.
For once, she could not answer.
“Do you want me to get more water?” Namjoon asked and she nodded.
He grabbed the overturned bucket and went to the river that was a couple of miles from their cottage.
“Indebted to Lord Jaehwan,” Namjoon muttered as he filled the bucket with water, “it just had to be our luck.”
Lord Jaehwan, he heard, is a cruel lord. Namjoon hoped the rumors were an exaggeration and maybe he would spare them, or extend the time in which they could pay the debt until his father got a job.
The way back to the cottage was harder and it took Namjoon longer because the bucket was filled with water and it felt like it got heavier with ever step he took. When he saw the cottage from a distance, he saw some horsemen ride away.
That’s strange, who would visited mother at this time of day?, Namjoon wondered, normally she does not have visitors at this hour.
Namjoon set the bucket down by the doorstep and walked in, “Mother?”
There was no answer.
The house smelled like death, Namjoon could not quite explain it--it just did. He walked on and, to his horror, saw a trail of blood. He followed the copper stain to his parent’s bedroom where he saw a gruesome sight.
On the dirt floor laid his beautiful, beloved mother, her eyes still open but Namjoon could tell her soul was long gone from her body. Her expression was of pure horror and blood kept dripping out from the huge wound in her belly. Her belly way cut open an he saw the bloody fetus of his sibling was thrown callously a few feet from his mother. Blood was splattered all over the place and Namjoon started to feel dizzy from the overwhelming smell of blood.
“No.” He said softly as he stepped closer and knelt beside her. Namjoon’s hand shook violently as he touched her soft, still-warm cheek.
This cannot be happening, Namjoon thought, I am having a nightmare.
“Mother, wake up.” He pleaded in anguish, “Please wake up.”
Namjoon wanted to scream. He wanted to throw everything. He wanted to cry, But, most of all, he wanted his mother back. 
He let out a horrible sound that was not even meant for a demon’s ears and closed his eyes; he could not bear to watch this scene anymore. He stood up and backed away, a burning sensation bubbling up in his chest.
I’m sorry mother, he thought as he ran out of the door and into the forest.
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“Hey, are you alive?”
Namjoon opened his eyes to find a girl about his age poking at him with a stick.
“My name is Hani, nice to meet you. How did you end up here? What’s your name? Did you run away from home? Are you hungry...?”
She kept rambling lots of other questions as Namjoon groaned and sat up.
“Can you just be quiet already?” Namjoon snapped, his mind still trying to process everything.
That made made her shut up and she looked at him with wide eyes, “Sorry, my granny says I am talkative, I guess she is right. I just cannot help it, there is a lot I--”
“Okay, I get it.”, Namjoon said as he got up and wiped the dirt and leaves from his clothes.
“So did you run away from home? What will your parents say--?”
“My parents, well at least my mom, is dead.” Namjoon said bluntly, he pushed the images of his mother from his mind, “I ran because I had nowhere else to go.”
“Oh I see. I am sorry about your mother. Wait here.”
She ran, leaving Namjoon alone.
He tried to recall what happened yesterday. It seemed he just kept running until he became extremely exhausted and feel asleep here in the forest. It was a miracle he was not eaten by an animal.
Namjoon clenched his fists, not liking the pain he was feeling in his chest. He knew it was Lord Jaehwan who ordered the death of his mother and sibling; it seemed he was as cruel as the rumors said. 
“I am back!” Hani called in a sing-song voice, she carried basket, “I asked Gran if you can stay, she says you can. Come on!” She tried to grab Namjoon’s arm but he pulled away. 
“Do not touch me.” He snapped and she shrugged.
“Fine, if you say so.” She skipped away and Namjoon followed her.
The forest had a clearing in which a cottage rested. Hani opened the door.
“Gran, I brought the boy! Wait, what is your name?” She asked him.
“Namjoon.”
“His name is Namjoon.”
An old woman appeared and studied Namjoon, “Why were you alone in the forest, Namjoon?”
“Because I can be.” Namjoon answered coldly, willing himself to not think of his mother.
“He lost his mother and I think he also lost his father. He ran because he was alone.” Hani answered and Gran gave her a look.
“Hani, what did I tell you about answering for other people? Namjoon, you have to forgive my granddaughter, she can be quite talkative.”
“I have noticed.” Namjoon said and Hani put her hands on her hips.
“No fair! Why does everyone have to be against me?”
Her grandmother laughed and looked at Namjoon, “Come, child, you look hungry.”
“And those were the kind people that brought me out of my misery and became my second family.” Namjoon continued.
You opened your mouth to ask him something, but he said, “Don’t say anything, let me finish.
“As the years passed, I grew quite fond of Hani. When I was eighteen years old, much to Gran’s happiness, we admitted that we loved each other and became engaged.
“Shortly afterward was when things became complicated.”
“Gran, I am going to the forest now!” Namjoon called and Hani ran up to him.
Hani grew into a beautiful woman, yet she never outgrew being a bit too talkative.
“Where are you going? Are you collecting firewood? Because I already did that and--”
“Hani, dear, I am going to hunt so that we can have dinner.” Namjoon cut in and pointed at his bow and arrow.
“Oh,” She said and blushed, “Just be safe then.”
“You know I am.” Namjoon answered and gave her a kiss in the cheek.
“Come back before sunset.” She called as he started to walk.
“I will.”
“Watch out for dangerous creatures!”
He was by the edge of the forest by now and she was yelling.
“Goodbye, Hani!”
“And do not forget--” 
Namjoon saw Gran come up to her and drag her back to the house and Namjoon just had to chuckle. Hani and Gran had a love/hate relationship that was very amusing. He then turned his attention to the task at hand.
After a few failed attempts, Namjoon spotted a doe. He silently took out an arrow, placed it on the bow, and aimed the arrow at the doe. 
“Namjoon.”
Startled, Namjoon missed the doe and the doe scampered away. Annoyed, Namjoon turned to the person who said his name.
The voice belonged to a figure who was a man, but was different from any man that he has ever seen before; the man seemed to radiate a powerful and otherworldly aura.
Namjoon stared at him, “How do you know my name?”
“God is very pleased with you, Namjoon.”
“God? How do you know what God feels?”, He asked, very confused, “Who are you?”
“I am a messenger from God, my name is Gabriel.”
A messenger from God? Namjoon suddenly remembered the worn book Gran has that has mentioned a holy messenger named Gabriel.
“Oh, so you are an angel then?”
He smiled warmly, “Yes, I am.”
“What would God want with me? I am no one important and I am definitely no holy man.”
Namjoon painfully remembered how he left his mother, definitely not an act of a holy man.
“That may be because you are not a man.”
“You jest, of course I am a man. What else would I be? A doe? A bird? An angel?”
Gabriel just continued to smile, not riled by Namjoon’s anger, “You are neither of those things nor are you a man. You are Death.”
Namjoon laughed at that, “Death? That is the most ridiculous thing you could ever say. I definitely must be going crazy.”
“You are Death. The human race became great in numbers and God needs a being to regulate and guide lost souls, hence he made you. He decided you would be raised by humans so you would develop compassion and empathy for them.”
Namjoon thought that maybe he finally lost his mind.
“Sorry, but even if what you say is true, I cannot do that. I am going to get married and lead a normal life.”, Namjoon started to walk away.
“We will see. Go, tell your fiancee who you are. You do not have to make your decision right now, not that you have much of a choice. God created you solely for this purpose; this is your reason for being. I will be expecting you.”
Namjoon turned around to tell him off, but Gabriel vanished.
Dazed, Namjoon ran back to the cottage and walked into Hani.
“Namjoon! What happened? You were not lucky, were you? That is okay, Gran already made some--”
Namjoon gathered Hani into his arms, “Hani, the strangest thing happened to me in the forest--an angel appeared.”
“What? What do you mean? An angel? So that means--”
Frustrated with her interruption, Namjoon placed his hand over her mouth, “Hani, hear me for once! He said that I am not a man, but that I am Death.”
She frowned and forced herself out of your grasp so that she can speak, “Death? Like in taking away souls? Do you cause death? Does this mean you are not a man? Have you been lying to us all along--?”
“Hani.” He warned her and she quiet down.
“Sorry,” She said and looked at the floor, “It is just very sudden.”
“You do not think I feel that way too? This is all very new to me too.”
They heard a crash in the kitchen and Namjoon ran over to the source of the noise. Gran laid on the floor and he rushed over to her and checked for her heart beat. He did not hear one. Then, a string of light went out of her chest and unto his hand.
“What did you do?”
Namjoon turend to see Hani at the doorway, tears in her eyes.
“I did not do--”
“How could you? After all these years? We took you in and this is how you repay us? You should be ashamed of yourself, you monster! That is my grandmother and you---”
“Hani.”, Namjoon pleaded as he walked towards her to comfort her. 
She backed away, “Do not come near me! Get out.”
“But--”
“Leave!” Hani pushed Namjoon away and collapsed by her grandma’s side. She burst into tears.
“Hani, I love you.” Namjoon whispered, full of anguish.
“Go away and ruin someone else’s life!”, she spat as she cradled her grandmother into her arms.
Namjoon stood there, shocked. Once again, he felt that burning sensation in his chest. He left the cottage quietly, the last thing he heard was Hani’s sobs. 
Namjoon then called for Gabriel, the angel, and solemnly accepted the job. There was nothing left in this world for him anyway. He started to collect the souls and lead them to a place God recently made for souls who just died.
A few days later, Namjoon went back to the cottage. He felt a strange pull and knew he had to go back there. When he entered, he saw Hani on the floor with a bottle not too far from her. She had poisoned herself, her breaths becoming heavy as she looked at Namjoon with dilated eyes.
“So...so you came for my s-soul....”
Namjoon’s heart broke but he kept his face neutral as he saw her struggle to breathe. The poison was by now all over her body and she heaved her last breath. The pain in Namjoon’s chest stopped and instead he felt a gaping hole inside.
He is numb. 
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Y/N’S P.O.V
“That is why I cannot love.” Namjoon concluded as he stood up and turned his back away from you, “Please leave now, I promise I will look into the matter with Jin.”
You wiped the tears from your eyes as you realized how horrible his life was. For some reason, you couldn’t stop the tears as you listened to his story; you couldn’t understand how he could tell his tale with such a dull tone. Yet, he held a haunted expression in his eyes.
He’s keeping it all in, you thought, he forced himself to stop feeling anything. This just proves that he does have emotions.
Without a word, you went to him and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled unto his back.
He was stiff at first, but slowly relaxed unto your embrace. You were like that for a few moments, in a comfortable silence.
“Thank you.” He said very softly. 
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seriouslycromulent · 6 years ago
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OK. I originally started this post a week and a half ago. But between 2 trips out of town and the Hell in a Cell PPV, I’m only now getting around to finishing it. So I apologize if it sounds dated or odd. But I did want to share what I learned and experienced at HVFF, especially since it was so close to home.
Anywho … here we go:
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I wasn’t planning on going to the Heroes and Villains Fan Fest in New Jersey, but lo and behold, on the Saturday night before, I realized I just might be able to go and spend a couple of hours fawning over some fandom favorites. Especially since they were so close to home (I live in Newark), and the last time Matt Ryan was supposed to come to HVFF, he cancelled at the last minute. 
I can now officially forgive him. He didn’t know we were fighting, but I forgive him nonetheless. ;-)
Anyway, since I could only go on Sunday, I had a very specific agenda:
Enjoy Q&A with Ray Fisher
Meet Matt Ryan and get him to sign my Dangerous Habits graphic novel
Meet Ray Fisher and just bask in his awesomeness! (J/k I got his autograph too!)
Walk around and check out the vendors and artists at the show
Buy nerdy things for a reasonable price
Well, this post is only going to be about item #2 because for the brief time that I got to chat with Matt Ryan, I learned some interesting things about him and what may be on the horizon for his Constantine on the CW.
I’ll try to be quick. Well, I’ll try to try.
Matt Ryan is very chill and took his time talking to people for as long as they wanted while the rest of us waited in line. Some people were aware that others were just as excited as they were to talk to Matt, but a few took a really long time to chat with him. And at no point did I see Matt look bothered, frustrated or tired. He seemed very engaging and interested in everything everyone had to say to him. It could be an act, but even if it is, it’s still a nice thing to do. 
He wore all black, but none of the different shades of black matched, which I kind of liked because that’s just something that Constantine wouldn’t care about either. Just add a leather jacket and you would get Mucous Membrane vibes.
I was surprised by the number of people in line who weren’t talking to each other. Sure, friends who walked up together talked to each other, but I’m used to fans who are willing to stand in line and meet one of their fandom favs just striking up a conversation with one another to pass the time. In Matt’s line, not so much. Or maybe it was just me. It didn’t look like anyone wanted to talk to anyone they didn’t already know.
Matt had a lot of headshots and images to choose from if people wanted an autograph, including some from the NBC series. I really wanted the one with the 4 main cast members (Manny, Zed, John, and Chas), but I had to stay focused.
When I finally got in front of Matt, I fell into this weird thing where I suddenly decide I’m going to overcompensate for my nerves by talking way too much and too fast. But I didn’t want to take up too much of his time and knew others were waiting so I forgave myself for being so effusive. I hope he picked up on my nervous vibes and didn’t hold it against me.
I told him that he was the representation of 2 worlds colliding because I’m a huge Hellblazer fan and a theater geek. And as a matter of fact, when I moved to the East Coast 3 years ago, his play, Therese Raquin, was the first Broadway play I had ever attended. He laughed at that and apologized. He said that that’s a rough one for a first-time Broadway experience. I said it was OK, and I enjoyed it. 
I told him as a matter of fact, I was a part of the preview audience that he talked about in an interview that was deathly quiet after the play ended. I said I remember feeling like, “Oh shit! Was that it? Should we not have laughed at the things we laughed at throughout the play?” For those who don’t know, Emile Zola has a sense of humor, but the play is dark, and it involves a murder and 2 suicides. The lighter moments are needed to release some of the tension in the play, but that performance did not get  a typical audience reaction to the end, I’m guessing.
Then, Matt launches into the story about how it’s interesting to learn what American theater audiences laugh at compared to British audiences. He had previously performed on Broadway in Hamlet a few years earlier, but it had transferred from the UK, and there weren’t any previews, just regular performances. He said there were times when the American audiences were rowdier or laughed at dialogue or scenes where British audiences didn’t. I recall a few other actors mentioning this before in interviews, but it was always in reference to movies or TV shows. So I thought it was interesting to hear that these differences also show up in the theater, especially since you get the benefit of having that immediate reaction on stage. Also, I think he may have just had some rowdy audiences for Hamlet.
I couldn’t tell if Matt liked or hated the differences in audience reactions, but I could tell he did find it strange and interesting. 
He also told me about the differences in the previews process for theater in the UK is different. Now, I studied theater in London (academically), but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to learn more about it from an actual actor, so I listened intently to his details. Apparently, in the UK, previews are for a very few performances, then the show is set and runs for X number of weeks. On Broadway (but perhaps not everywhere in the US), the previews can last up to 3 weeks, depending on the producer and theater company. I told him that I think the Off-Broadway theater productions may operate more like the UK theater industry. And the multiple weeks of previews seems more like a commercial Broadway thing, but I couldn’t be sure.
Then, I mentioned that I actually studied theater in London, but I immediately regretted it. Not because I’m ashamed or anything, but because I think he thought I was trying to impress him. So it just made me feel and look foolish. So I quickly moved on.
I told Matt that I really loved the NBC series, and I was devastated when it was cancelled because Hellblazer is my favorite comic book, and I thought for network television, NBC did a good job capturing the spirit and tone of the early John Constantine from Vertigo. To this, Matt frowned a little and said he understood, and that he’s happy to get a chance to play the character again. He knows it’s not quite the same on Legends as it was on the other series, but the role is such a pleasure to play.
Now this is the part that really stuck with me: Matt said he’s trying to work in a little more darkness to the character to make him more like the John from the comic books. It’s a bit difficult because the tone of Legends is very different, but he is working on it.
He also said that the hope is that if the season goes well, and fans really respond to Constantine, the CW hopes to relaunch the solo show on the CW network. That way, John can be more like the Constantine from the comics. 
To this, I was beyond ecstatic because I wasn’t sure if I could make myself watch Legends of Tomorrow just for Matt. The show is just a little too “high” for me. That is, it feels like all the other Berlanti-verse shows, where it has this very light, every show has a message, after-school special feel to them. I wouldn’t say “camp” but it treads a bit close to it at times, and I like my comic book TV shows with a little more grit to them. I am a DC comics fan after all. 
To that end, Matt quickly signed my copy of Dangerous Habits graphic novel. When I first set it down in front of him after walking over, he said, “Ah, my favorite one!” And I said “I know. Mine too.” I also let him know I wished his LoT Constantine could be darker, but I understood why he wasn’t.
While he was signing, I noticed he had a tattoo on the inside of his left arm, near the elbow joint. So I asked him what it said. He quoted the Polonius line from Hamlet: “This above all: To thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
It caught me off guard at first because I wasn’t expecting him to say all that. The tattoo is long, but I didn’t think it had that much text. Apparently it does. But when I said, “Excuse me” and leaned in because I didn’t catch all he said, he repeated it and explained where it was from. Of course, I recognized where it was from after I caught all of what he said. but I’m sure in his mind, I lost all credibility when I said I studied theater in London. sadly, the noise of the convention hall combined with years of headphones blasting music is starting to take their toll on my hearing. But it’s still a cool tattoo. 
Btw, if you have trouble reading his autograph above, it says: “Candy, Lovely talking to you, Big Love” 
OK. That’s it for now.
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pet-diary · 7 years ago
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⟰Here are my 2018 New Year Resolutions!!!⟰
This year I am hoping to be really focused on building better habits in the things I want in my life. For instance, I really want to be better at drawing. I know that I have to practice DAILY if I ever want to be a ~person that draws~. I used to be a ~person that draws~, but over the past 10 years, I’ve really just let that habit fall to the wayside for other habits and hobbies, which makes me so sad! I used to love drawing! And this is something I really want to be a part of my life, a part of who I am as a person... So I decided to set some realistic goals to motivate myself into learning new styles and mediums that I would love to know how to do, while maintaining the habit of drawing daily. You can see how I did it below. Same for all my other resolutions and goals, I tried to set up plans to make them work. :) Some of my resolutions are just general and I didn’t come up with a plan for them. I just need to remember to check-in with myself every so often and remind myself to do them.
PLAN FOR ACHIEVING RESOLUTION GOALS
The template (in case you want to do it this way too):
[Name of resolution - Quick tag line so you can see it at a glance] ✨ Goal: What is the main goal here? How would it define you as a person? 🎯 Target: Specifically, what will it look like to have ultimately achieved this goal? 🏹 Aim: What steps can you take to achieve it?
ACADEMIC & CAREER // [Continue learning Japanese, gain basic everyday life language skills] ✨ Goal: Learn enough Japanese to be capable of basic conversation and writing. 🎯 Target: Study Genki textbooks + online apps or sites every week. Practice vocab in daily life. Teach Trev basics to make it more fun. Learn vocab for everyday life items and situations. 🏹 Aim: Read and practice Genki textbooks or Textfugu at least 1 session weekly, practice vocab app or other forms of study at least 30 mins daily.
CREATIVE // [Draw regularly again + Focus on practicing a monthly artist style/medium] ✨ Goal: Be a regular drawer, learn how to use different art mediums, practice favorite artist's styles. 🎯 Target: Dedicate every month to practicing a new style in art, choosing one medium and one favorite artist to focus on. Drawing something daily. 🏹 Aim: Draw at least once per day, doesn't matter how much, but ideally aim for an hour daily. Practice monthly art style for inspiration. Choose at end of month specifically who/what to focus on, print off inspiration to hang around room and be inspired by. Try to learn something about the artist along the way, immerse in artist's life/process while learning the style.
Some possible artists to study (off the top of my head):
1. Risa Mehmet 2. Faetus 3. Hospicemilk / fever-breath 4. Song__Caramel / Caramelsong0915 5. Henry Darger 6. Winsor McCay 7. Yumiko Ōshima (The Star of Cottonland) 8. Minipete 9. Guppy 10. Nao Emoto (Forget Me Not) 11. Gosho Aoyama (Case Closed) 12. CLAMP (Sakura) 13. Henriette Willebeek le Mair 14. Yuko Uramoto (The Life-Changing Manga of Tidying Up) 15. Tyrus Wong 16. Louis Wain 17. Eon (Super Secret)
Some mediums to study (off the top of my head):
1. Watercolor 2. Pastels 3. Ink 4. Markers 5. Crayon 6. Charcoal 7. Graphite 8. Collage 9. Paint of some kind (gouache?) 10. Clip Studio Paint 11. Color pencils
[Share photography regularly + Focus heavily on shooting/sharing film] ✨ Goal: Become listed as featured artist on Grace and Girlhood (i.e. post enough film photos to be considered film photographer). 🎯 Target: Edit and share photography every month, focus heavily on film. Post to IG, submit photos to G&G. Keep up with scanning negatives so that it's easy to post film regularly. Learn to use to continue practicing w/ diff film and cameras. 🏹 Aim: Post at least 5x monthly. Work on photography scanning/editing for at least 1 hour weekly.
LIFE // [Immerse myself in lifestyle (grad school, art, Seattle, etc), blog/vlog whole process (good & bad)] ✨ Goal: What is the main goal here? How would it define you as a person? 🎯 Target: Specifically, what will it look like to have ultimately achieved this goal? 🏹 Aim: What steps can you take to achieve it?
[Become an early riser + Go on daily walks] ✨ Goal: Wake up earlier every day, taking advantage of daylight. Have more time to spend with Trev. Become someone who goes for morning walks/runs (be that person who finds a body on an early morning jog!). 🎯 Target: Wake up early, go to bed early, make it a regular habit to become an early riser and get the most out of the daylight. Go on morning walks regularly.🏹 Aim: Go to bed around 9:30-11pm, wake up at 5:30-7am, make a coffee/tea to go, go for a walk/run, make breakfast when I get home. Wake up as early as possible!
[Cook more + Learn more Japanese & vegan recipes + Prepare bento regularly] ✨ Goal: Cook dinner more, and make bento for work/school the next day. Make rice-based recipes more often, eat healthier meals, snack healthier. 🎯 Target: Make enough rice to justify buying a new rice cooker (reward!). Go through recipe books and try more Japanese recipes. Eat healthier, make more vegan-based meals. Make bento for me and Trev with cute bento accessories, for work/school/picnic. 🏹 Aim: Make a rice-based recipe at least once a week. Plan and make meals from books and saved recipes from Pinterest (focus on vegan and Japanese recipes) every week. Make lunch for Trev and I the night before using bento accessories and online inspiration.
[Watch more anime + Read more manga] ✨ Goal: Become someone that watches anime/reads manga and web comics on a regular basis. Become more familiar with existing shows/comics. Pick up art inspiration for web comic and art styles. 🎯 Target: Watch anime regularly, read web comics everyday instead of wasting time on other stuff. Get inspiration for my web comic. Practice techniques from shows and other comics/manga. 🏹 Aim: Watch anime at least 1x weekly, instead of other things I watch. Start a series w/ Trev and add it to show rotation. Read web comics/manga at least 1x daily, check update feed for series I follow on Webtoon and other apps. Check feeds like My Anime List, Anime News Network and Honey's Anime for inspiration.
(Cutting the rest of this entry because it’s already written in the image, but wanted to include it for readability and searchabilty).
ACADEMIC & CAREER // * Continue learning Japanese, gain basic everyday life language skills * Apply for grad school * Learn how to talk about what you know, about yourself, & to talk in general * Continue fleshing out career goals
CREATIVE // * Draw regularly again + Focus on practicing a monthly artist style/medium * Share photography regularly + Focus heavily on shooting/sharing film * Start the ephemera shop! * Start working on graphic novel!! Don’t let the idea die unrealized
LIFE // * Immerse myself in lifestyle (grad school, art, Seattle, etc), blog/vlog whole process (good & bad) * Become an early riser + Go on daily walks * Be openly autistic – fuck worrying about what ppl will think anymore * Make new friends, make an effort to meet ppl, esp in grad school * Set down roots, even if you have to uproot them eventually * Continue taking the bus, be more self-sufficient, grocery shop, run errands alone * Cook more + Learn more Japanese & vegan recipes + Prepare bento regularly * Watch more anime + Read more manga * Read (for fun) at least 1 page a day * Start watching movies again, the feels can be good in the long run * Listen to music more often, get into new stuff
PHYSICAL & MENTAL HEALTH // * Maintain weight, don't go over/under healthy ideal weight * Look cute more often, even just around the house * Stretch every day, regardless of exercise * Go on weekly walks, at least 3x weekly, esp morning walks * Exercise alone or w/ Trev at least 1x weekly, aim for 2x weekly * Push yourself to do things that scare you! Esp if it’s irrational fear * Look into getting on medication to deal w/ anxiety * Maintain positive mindset, esp upon waking up & greeting Trev at end of day * Be nicer, control anger better, be more empathetic & friendly
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amypca · 5 years ago
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GCOP200: Provocations
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The Story So far:
Who Watches the Watchmen? - Power, Discourse, The Other
Ever Tried. Ever Failed - Failure, Resilience, Sustainability
Teddy Boys and Haul Girls - Subcultures, Resistance, Commodification
Utopia and Dystopia - world-building, social justice
Nothing is original and that’s ok - The Copy, Remix Cultures, Bricolage
Hauntology and Nostalgia - Political Nostalgia, Subversion, 
Telling Stories - Narrative Theory, Narratives in practice, storytelling
Who Watches The Watchmen?
Power Moral Panic
Sex/ Gender The Panopticon
The Gaze Surveillance 
Feminism
Theorists Include:
Michel Foucault, Judith Butler, Laura Mulvey, 
John Berger
The Power of Looking 
“Looking involves learning to interpret and, like other practices, looking involves relationships of power....
To be made to look, to try to get someone to look at you or at something you want to be noticed, or to engage in an exchange of looks, involves a play of power.” - Sturken, M. Cartwright, L. (2004) Practices of Looking.
My thoughts: To me, the power of looking in today’s modern society involves surveillance and security that becomes our everyday of others looking out for us. This could involve malicious intent or it could be what we need to keep safe/have evidence.  
The Panopticon
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This method ensured the safety of inmates so that it would not be simple to get away with crimes within the prison. This is one example of how  The Panopticon Is used in modern society to uphold the law. I also found that  the Panopticon was a metaphor that allowed Foucault to explore the relationship between 1.) systems of social control and people in a disciplinary situation and, 2.) the power-knowledge concept. In his view, power and knowledge comes from observing others. Furthing the example of it’s history.
Power:
Power is reinforced through language
Bodies act under strict constraints of power exercised by institutions
The Power of Subversion
Gender is a social construct and is performative
The structure of power is Patriarchal
Judith Butler | Barcelona, November 9 2015
RESEARCH QUESTIONS
Drawing Power: How depictions of superheros have changed in the Marvel Universe from the 1960s to the present day - 
When asking myself the question of “Why are we so obsessed with superhero movies?”, I came to think about the reality's that it allows us to enter, making us live out a fantasy world that we all know can never happen in real life. Not only is it a way to free our minds, it is a mirror of human experience that brings it more close to home, relating the characters to the audience.
A post-structural analysis of Power and Illustration in the graphic novels of Frank Miller  -
Miller’s comics sparked a legacy of profound grittiness and raw emotion in his groundbreaking stewardship of DC Comics' iconic Batman. With batman being the iconic figure that he is today its a huge relation to power for both Frank Miller and Batman. Frank rises to fame by creating a superhero that is the intimate expression of power and control. 
Power Play: A history of Alan Moore mocking authority -
Alan Moore is an English writer known primarily for his work in comic books including Watchmen and V for Vendetta, Both films structure the use of power around justice and crime, very real things of today that make the writers bring in what they already know from the world and shape it to be much more fun! 
Imbalance of power: Becoming Unbecoming and readdressing female histories -
In today’s culture, feminism is widely celebrated (for good reason) due to the many years of repression by men and the rest of the world. Because women were ‘to be seen and not heard’ around the 1800 hundreds right up until the 1950s, were women decided to take a stand. For example the Suffragettes fought for the right to vote in public elections, something that was highly frowned apon was the beginning of the rise of female history, as for the first time it gave women the right to live their own life and beat repression.
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Trying and failing as art Sustainability
The process Social Justice
Resilience Capitalism
Experimentation
Artists Include:
Beckett, Smithson, Ono, Signer, Banksy, Wei wei
FAILURE:
1. Lack of success.
2. The neglect or omission of expected or required action.
3. The action or state of not functioning. 
-Oxford living dictionaries.
Guerilla Design
Chapitre Zero (2013)
Furniture designers Duccio Maria Gambi/Mattia Paco
Salvages wooden pallets, unwanted furniture, and assorted pieces of wood 
Create urban public furniture to create ‘social spaces’ in Paris.
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MY THOUGHTS:
By recycling the materials of old furniture and recreating them brand new once again gives new life and narrative to family's, it can bring happiness to a new home by reliving again.  They first brought back their finds making the recycled furniture in their workshop, but they soon realised it made more sense to build the tables, stools and chairs directly on site, making art in their spare time.
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Justin Gignac, New York City Garbage (2001)
POTENTIAL RESEARCH QUESTIONS:
From one to many: how Greta Thunberg’s perseverance made a difference in a world of indifference -
I believe is is mostly due to her age, as the adults of the world live each day seeing the same 20 - 50 something talk about global warming it don’t seem to faze anybody but due to her age people are seeing this as a child who should be playing but instead is fighting to save the world, that’s why people listen know. she has made a difference through global meetings and speeches about the crisis we undergo daily and seems to have a following big enough to change. 
Say Nothing, Do Nothing, Be Nothing: the purpose of the Crit in Art and Design -
In the lecture we naturally discuss the importance of being our own critique and making our judgements through our our thoughts and experiences. It is also extremely important that we allow others to get engaged with projects for feedback . In art and design this could mean many things, for instance by judging others work your allowing yourself to let their opinions into you life.
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Subcultures Subversion
Bricolage Youth Culture
Dominant/Deviant culture Conspicuous Consumption 
Punk Culture Jamming
Utopia/Dystopia
Dominant culture. A Dictionary of Sociology. . Encyclopedia.com.
Dominant culture:  a dominant culture is one that is able, through economic or political power, to impose its values, language, and ways of behaving on a subordinate culture or cultures. This may be achieved through legal or political suppression of other sets of values and patterns of behaviour, or by monopolizing the media of communication. 
Subculture: Subcultures are smaller groups within the larger culture that have slightly different—or additional—traditions and ideas. They tend to share much in common with the larger culture and typically interact with members of the majority on a regular basis. Most people belong to at least one group that can be classified as a subculture. 
Feminist Critique:
The role of women/girls is largely ignored.
The experience of youth is gendered.
Wider gender politics can be investigated through the study of youth subcultures.
Haul Girls
“In fact, the closest thing to the old model of a subculture I've come across is Helina and the haul girls. Their videos are about conspicuous consumption: a public display of their good taste, carefully assembled with precise attention to detail. When you put it like that – and at the risk of incurring a fatwah from middle-aged Paul Weller fans – they sound remarkably like mods.”
-Alexis Petridis
Conspicuous Consumption: 
A term introduced by the Norwegian-American economist and sociologist Thorstein Veblen in his book "The Theory of the Leisure Class" (1899). The term refers to consumers who buy expensive items to display wealth and income rather than to cover the real needs of the consumer.
These images of decadence can also offer the opportunity to imagine a very different world, where wealth is not simply defined by money and possessions but by good health, valuable experiences, and the strength of social relationships.
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UTOPIA AND DYSTOPIA
Hieronymus Bosch
The Garden of Earthly Delights is the modern title given to a triptych oil painting on oak panel painted by the Early Netherlandish master Hieronymus Bosch, between 1490 and 1510, when Bosch was between 40 and 60 years old. It has been housed in the Museo del Prado in Madrid since 1939. 
I believe that the painting is a clear representation of what haven, purgatory and hell were perceived to look like at that time. Another use of power in this painting as it makes people act proper in their life to control order through fear of ending up in hell.
UP TO DATE 
What do I want to explore for my essay?
theme/idea
artist/designer
object/image
Keywords
Power, Foucault, Surveillance, war on terror, citizen activism, superheroes.
Before next session
Brainstorm and mind map your ideas.
Gather images, quotes.
fill in your research proposal for GCOP200 
(as much as you can)
Bring it all with you to your seminar
LINKS FROM LECTURE RESEARCH:
 https://vimeo.com/147698825
https://www.dccomics.com/talent/frank-miller
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffragette
https://inhabitat.com/guerrilla-designers-attack-parisian-streets-with-pop-up-furniture-made-from-trash-photos/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Garden_of_Earthly_Delights
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yakbabies · 7 years ago
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A Little More About “Comics Club” and Why Aaron Is So Excited About It
This week’s episode of Yak Babies is our first entry in the “read-along” category, an umbrella term for the regular episodes where we’ll discuss comics, short stories, and maybe even a novel or two, and encourage you to read along with us. The concept is kind of a no-brainer, because if you’re going to talk about books on a podcast you might as well get into the weeds and let the lovely listeners (i.e. you) get involved so they know what’s coming up. But I’m particularly excited to do this with comics but it resonates with some of my thoughts and feelings about the medium in general. 
I wanted this to be like a TV recap blog or podcast, but for comics. The mainstream critical conversation seems to have an endless appetite for dissecting the minutiae of individual episodes of television shows, but comics are much more often discussed in terms of story arcs, collections, or graphic novels. Even the comics media that do examine individual issues (like a personal favorite, the iFanboy podcast - https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ifanboy-com-comic-book-podcast/id90983408?mt=2)  tend to do so in a more haphazard manner, checking in with certain books regularly, but not necessarily month to month. 
And I get why this is. An issue of a comic you’re interested in comes out once, maybe twice a month (sometimes less) and at around 20 pages the story movement can be gradual, sometimes aggravatingly so. But there’s an art to the individual issue, and I think that’s worth examining more closely. Slowing down to look at one or two issues at a time not only allows us to pay greater attention to the nuances of the artwork (in this case, by two incredible artists who make that scrutiny worthwhile) but also how story is built over time and what effect the weeks-long anticipation for the next part of the story has on us as readers. I think it breaks us out of the “critic” mindset a bit and let’s us just be readers for a while. 
So, two issues of Shade the Changing Girl and Paper Girls at a time, at least as long as Dave and Brick remain interested. Since I’ve been reading each series for a while now, i’m ahead of my Personal Pals and part of the experiment (for me, at least) is looking into how comics generate interest in new readers month to month. And if interest fades over time, there are tons of other titles to get interested in, maybe even something that’s new to all of us. 
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you read along. If you don’t know where to buy comics locally, http://www.findacomicshop.com/ can help with that. And if you’d more into digital, check out comixology or Hoopla, both of which have the most recent trades of Paper Girls and Shade available. 
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purplemonkeyemi · 8 years ago
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i hate this class
  1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk. I let the cat drink it.
   2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Of course.It’s refreshing.
   3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Receipts if I don’t have a boomark.
   4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Usually just a 1/2 tsp of sugar. But  when I’m making magical study tea, I put a fair amount of sugar in my Earl Grey and milk!
   5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Nah. It’s like my main good feature.
   6: do you keep plants? I used to, when I worked part-time and wasn’t in grad school.
   7: do you name your plants? Only succulents.
   8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Twitter....?
   9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Not generally.
   10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Stomach.
   11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? #oldguys
   12: what's your favorite planet? Earth.
   13: what's something that made you smile today? Hubby’s terrible day, hahaha...
   14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Full of cats and books.
   15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! “The Apollo astronauts' footprints on the moon will probably stay there for at least 100 million years.”
   16: what's your favorite pasta dish? ALL THE PASTA
   17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’ve got to terms with my boring brown. When I was 18 I wanted to put red chunks in it.
   18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. After I made a slew, a veritable barrage, of poop jokes, a friend commented, “Classy and relevant as always, Emily” -- hubby and I say that all the time now.
   19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Nah. I used to keep diaries. If I recall, it was all fangirling. John Stamos and Harrison Ford. *shudder* I was 12! 13! 14!..
   20: what's your favorite eye color? Brilliant blue. (sorry, hubby)
   21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. This white zebra bag I got for like $2 that was one of my two bags during our two weeks in Europe. We each had two backpacks, and that was all.
   22: are you a morning person? Yep.
   23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Read. Snuggle. TV.
   24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? My dearest husband.
   25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? A former employee “broke” us into the Eudora Welty House garden so I could see it. It was just a little unlocked gate outside of regular hours.
   26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Various slip on shoes.
   27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Regular.
   28: sunrise or sunset? I’m singing that Fiddler on the Roof song now.
   29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Heeheehee. Hubby does some cute things <3
   30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yes.
   31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love wearing fun socks. I WILL NOT wear socks in bed. I HATE when hubby’s socked feet touch me on the sofa or in the bed.
   32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We sat outside talking and drinking. ...whee.
   33: what's your fave pastry? All those pastries I stuffed in my face that afternoon in Arles, France. Omgggggggg.
   34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? What, I’m supposed to only have one?? Geez. I had so many that were ultra-important. There was this one that I got for Christmas when I was about 7. He was real big. I named him Snugglebunch. I used to pray that he could come alive, and I promised God if he made him alive I wouldn’t tell anyone. Snugglebunch is always in our living room now. Still not alive.
   35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I have crap handwriting. Just saying.
   36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? I’m in a very un-music mood.
   37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I like it clean. But I make it messy.
   38: tell us about your pet peeves! Most of them are work-related.
   39: what color do you wear the most? Uhmmm, I wear alot of black at work.
   40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I have a beautiful engagement ring from that wonderful boy I married.
   41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Ooooh, uhm, Interpreter of Maladies, maybe. Or Princess Jellyfish.
   42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! They’re all pretty much the same, to me. As long as I can get an Earl Grey, hot chai, or a London Fog.
   43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Husband.
   44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Yesterday or the day before.
   45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Eh.
   46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I have so many.... my sheep jokes are killer.
   47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Pizza rolls. Don’t tell hubby.
   48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? The rapture. How embarrassing. Not scared of that anymore. I escaped conservative fundamentalist Christianity.
   49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? YES. I bought a few at the church garage sale last week. John Denver, Cole Porter, and such.
   50: what's an odd thing you collect? Kevin Kline, Sean Bean, and Robin Williams movies.
   51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? My friend growing up. Smashmouth’s “Allstar.”
   52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? I’m not real up on my memes. I still like the old classics.
   53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Yes, no, yes, yes. Eh, I was pretty drunk through Rocky Horror, but I recall liking it and finding Tim Curry extremely attractive in drag. The other two I didn’t care for.
   54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? Sean Bean looked PRETTY sad in Frankenstein Chronicles tonight.
   55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? I roll around on the floor alot. I can be QUIET dramatic in good humor.
   56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Laughs.
   57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? It just reminds me of season 3 of American Idol.
   58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I used to be the vodka aunt. Now I’m the sparkling wine mom.
   59: what's your favorite myth? Nothing comes to mind.
   60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I try. I used to really like Gerard Manley Hopkins. I still might. It’s been some years.
   61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? I don’t give or get stupid gifts.
   62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Sometimes. Usually orange.
   63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I mean. DVDs are alphabetized. Books are divided by genre and alpha’ed by author. We’re human beings, not animals!
   64: what color is the sky where you are right now? BLACK.
   65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Mmph. Not really. I guess there are some people I’d like to catch up with, but it might not actually be that fun.
   66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Wildflowers entwined.
   67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Like Lord of the Rings.
   68: what's winter like where you live? Mild. To say the least.
   69: what are your favorite board games? We play alot of Dominion and Munchkin when we get the chance.
   70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope.
   71: what's your favorite kind of tea? Earl. Grey.
   72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YES.
   73: what are some of your worst habits? I bite my nails. I can be bossy.
   74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Nah.
   75: tell us about your pets! Abby sleeps alot and just wants food. Tucker is SO annoying but very sweet. Norrell is a twerp. But he’s fluffy.
   76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? I should perhaps be paying more attention to class.
   77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow. I’m not an animal.
   78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I’m ambivalent.
   79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? <3
   80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Cobalt blue. I did choose it; I painted it. Why? Because the interior of this whole house was mauve. Barf. I like jewel tones and thought it would match our brown bedspread.
   81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. ....no.
   82: are/were you good in school? Yes.
   83: what's some of your favorite album art? I’m not really into album art.
   84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I’ve considered some nerdy ones.
   85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I read some graphic novels and manga. Locke and Key is great. Wicked + Divine is great. Lots of stuff is good...
   86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Does Diamond Dogs count?
   87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Star Wars. Lord of the Rings. French Kiss. The Prestige. Chappie. Equilibrium. Snow Cake. Just a couple..
   88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Uhmm... I find surrealism and dadaism very interesting.
   89: are you close to your parents? Not particularly.
   90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. DC is our Paris.
   91: where do you plan on traveling this year? We’re going back to Durham, DC, and NYC in a couple months. Probably going to DragonCon in Atlanta again in September.
   92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Not really a cheese on pasta gal.
   93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Ponytail or bun.
   94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Our friend Jenny.
   95: what are your plans for this weekend? Homework. Movies. Watching Wasted with hubby before Lent starts. Hah.
   96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? PROCRASTINATE.
   97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INTJ (yep, the sociopath one), Taurus, *mumbles* Hufflepuff....
   98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Little Rock. It was okay. I have a bad leg that collapses if I’m not careful, and if I’m not in shape it makes life difficult.
   99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen. The Sharpe theme song. Hahaha...
   100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? I wouldn’t want to permanently skip the next five year or permanently relive the last five. I would only want to visit. And probably not go forward... what if it’s bad?
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