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reversecreek · 4 years

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ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”.

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby....

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad......

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

#irvingintro #abuse tw #violence tw #believe tht's all....

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taronunwin · 4 years

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Can you rate everything that Taron has been in from your most fave to least fave? And giving your reasonings why for each eating. I know this might be hard to do since all of his work has been exceptional. I’m asking just because I need more Taron content to watch!

OH GOODNESS. Anon, this is a bit cruel, like making me pick my favourite children. Except I have no children. And I do not like children. I digress. I’ll do my best.

I haven’t seen most of the voice projects Taron’s done so I’ll just list what I have seen and I’ll rank it by things I love/need to watch vs. things I’m okay with watching less often, sort of thing. This is mostly spoiler free but there are a few things that dance on the line. I’m sorry, but it’s really hard not to explain what I love without getting into that territory.

Deep breath. Here goes.

1: Rocketman

When I watched Rocketman for the first time, it was one of the last of Taron’s films I had yet to see because I was the least interested in it. I wasn’t an Elton fan, I don’t care for musicals usually, and I’m not really keen on movies set in the 60′s. So there were three strikes against it and I honestly expected just to start it, click through, and move on because Taron didn’t look hot (I thought then). But by the time he got to the ‘My name is Elton Hercules John’, I was invested. Wholeheartedly. Even when Taron wasn’t on screen, I cared deeply for the young Elton. I was rooting for him, grieving with him, and feeling his pain and triumphs. That movie is an experience unlike any other and by far the best movie I have ever seen in my life. The pure joy that radiates from it… it’s hard to explain.

2: Kingsman: The Secret Service

I’m not a Bond fan myself, I’m not really an action spy genre fan, so, again, I didn’t really think I was going to love this movie. But when Lee Unwin jumped on that grenade, I sat up in my seat a bit. That wasn’t the beginning I expected. And then when his son showed up later, stuck in a life that was so miserable and far from what he wanted, my heart broke. Eggsy had so much depth and went so far beyond just a ‘kid from the wrong side of the tracks’ kind of backstory. The details about him being in gymnastics and giving it up because his mum had married a good-for-nothing creep who influenced him more than he wanted to admit, being borderline brilliant and doing so well in school, only to give that up, too, because what was the freaking point in even trying when he was stuck in a world he wanted desperately out of. And then, when that opportunity presented itself and he was able to join the Marines, the first time in his life he really felt like he had some control and could follow in his dad’s footsteps, his mum wouldn’t allow it because she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. So Eggsy was utterly stuck. Until…

3: Robin Hood

Oh, Robin. I think we all have a very special soft spot for the first character we fell for in an actor’s filmography and Robin is it for me. I had seen Testament of Youth in early 2019 with my teary eye on Kit Harington but I loved Edward. However I had no idea that Robin was Edward when I started watching, I just like historical movies and thought Robin Hood looked interesting. When I started, I was pretty smitten by Rob right away but as the movie progressed and the story got more convoluted, I became less interested and actually turned it off. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Robin. So I started watching it again and boy did I fall hard. The movie itself? A stupid, fun, absolutely enjoyable ride. Robin? Well, that beautiful boy is the love of my life.

4: Billionaire Boys Club

I’ve seen a lot of negative things about this film, not just in regards to a certain cast members, but in general and frankly? I don’t get it. I know I’m probably watching it through rose-coloured glasses but honestly, I really, genuinely love this movie. I love Dean’s charisma and charm, how much he loved Joe and wanted the best for him—for both of them. I love Dean’s darkness and how his character gradually yet drastically changed over the course of the film; how he started as just a passionate, excited, enthusiastic young man and ended in such a different place, even willing to give up something and someone that meant so much to him because desperation drove him to do something he would have never imagined himself doing in the beginning. I loved watching the relationships fray and bonds dissolve and I especially loved watching Taron play Dean’s darkness so realistically, paying special attention to how he portrayed Dean’s growing drug addiction. Also? Dean is really hot. There’s no way of sugarcoating that.

5: Kingsman: The Golden Circle

I love Eggsy Unwin. I mean I love him. Like I-would-take-a-bullet-for-him kind of love. And though the charm of the first movie being his transformation from street kid to Kingsman isn’t really in this film, it’s still such a fun ride. My favourite parts are mostly the quieter moments, the little scenes where we see Eggsy, less as a Kingsman and more as himself. His struggles, his doubts, the times where he’s shaken and isn’t really sure of anything anymore. But what I love about Eggsy is how fiercely he gets back up every time. Doesn’t matter what is thrown at him, he will take it all and become stronger.

Also… “Let’s make this fair,” Eggsy says, tucking his right arm behind his back and effectively evening the playing field with his one-armed opponent before he engages in a to-the-death brawl with the man he trained with until snapping his neck with one. hand. still. tucked. behind. his. back.

6: Testament of Youth

I hate this movie so much. But I also love this movie so much. Edward is one of the sweetest angels there ever was and I adore him with every fiber of my body. And watching his story… well… it makes me more unhappy than I’ve ever been. Does that stop me from watching it? No. But it does limit the number of rewatches. It’s one of those movies that’s so perfect for a sad mood. Like when I need a good cry, oh my goodness, I need look no further. But looking beyond just the emotional nature of the movie, Taron’s performance is so so beautiful. Watching Edward’s boyish innocence peeling away to show the more hardened, deeply hurt and disillusioned young man as the war’s grip on him tightens? Honestly, it’s stunning.

7: The Last of the Haussmans

A play? Really? What’s that doing on this list? Well, let me tell you. Taron’s character, Daniel, affected me very deeply and I’m not even being silly. This list is already too long so I’ll spare the details but Daniel… he got me. He’s such a sweetheart, so genuine and pure and good and earnest and wonderful and the kiss scene, well, I don’t even know how many times I’ve watched it. The tenderness he displays, the sweet uncertainty and awkwardness yet visibly bolstering himself so he can do what he’s so unsure about… oh, Daniel. For it being one of his first public roles, I am consistently amazed by how good Taron is. Daniel’s awkwardness does not feel like Taron’s discomfort. Daniel is entirely his own person with his own story and struggles and watching his story unfold is a really lovely thing.

8: Eddie the Eagle

This sweet, fun, encouraging, uplifting, charming movie, oh, how I love it. Though I have to be honest, it isn’t one of those movies I just need to watch like every month or two. I love enjoying it with other people and seeing their reactions but it’s not one that I crave at any given time. Even still, Eddie is a pure sweetheart and I love him and his heart-filled, passion-fueled, wonderful story.

9: The Smoke

I’m actually kinda surprised where this landed on the list, but let me explain. Dennis Severs is so much like Eggsy in terms of being a very layered, three-dimensional, incredibly deep and fascinating character. I love him. Nay, I adore him. I loved watching his ups and downs, his gut-wrenching revelations and triumphant success as he strove hard to free himself of the bondage of his past. But the show itself? It’s, same as Eddie, not something I feel drawn to watch at any given time. It’s intense, very intense, and asides from Dennis’ story, I didn’t really connect with any character, other than Kev. So in terms of watchability and enjoyment of the project overall, this ranks lower, but in terms of Dennis and his importance to me? Well, he ranks much higher ❤

10: Legend

So the first time I checked out this movie, I skipped through, searching for Taron. Next time, I skipped through again. Then I bought the movie and actually watched it, and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. Ignoring the obviously impressive feat that was Tom Hardy playing both main characters, I loved the relationship between Reggie and Frances and found myself caring quite a lot for them. I don’t know that I’ll ever watch it in full again but I do skip through every so often for Teddy and thoroughly that little psycho.

11: Sing

I’ve mentioned that I don’t really watch much of Taron’s voice work because I find it annoying to hear him but not be able to see him. That’s my ultimate problem with Sing. While a very enjoyable movie and one I’ve watched a few times all the way through, I don’t necessary care enough about the other characters to want to watch it from start to finish. I’m happy just skipping through for Johnny’s story, but there’s always that nagging feeling of knowing Taron is back there somewhere, looking breathtaking, and I can’t see him. And for that, I must place this sweet movie at the bottom of this list.

This honestly took hours for me to write and perfect but I think I’m good with it now. Phew!

I’m so sorry, anon, I’m absolutely certain you were looking for like two sentences to explain what I liked or didn’t like about each of these but instead you got a mini review. Whoops.

#Anonymous #Tracy's thoughts #Ask #Taron Egerton #If I got paid by the word...#No one signed up for this and I'm sorry #Believe it or not I tried to be brief

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lostsummerdayz · 5 years

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Weathering [the storm] With You: A Critique On Love

By: Nay Holland

On Friday, I had the opportunity to watch Weathering With You and it left a lasting impression on me. So much so, that I wanted to write a review for this movie. This is not so much a review of the movie, but rather a change of pace for this blog altogether. Consider it a critique.

Like Promare during Otakon, I had the chance to watch this movie back in Anime NYC, but I was unable to watch the debut screening. Part of the reason is due to the comfort of watching a movie either alone or with a select few friends. I’d much prefer the former because I don’t have to deal with friends ruining the mood of certain scenes. It’s more of a personal thing on my end. Watching a debut premiere in a room full of a hundred fans didn’t seem like my cup of tea so I opted out of the Anime NYC release.

As a disclaimer. I did not watch Your Name. Put down the pitchforks everyone, please!

I’ve always been meaning to watch Your Name, but after every chance I’d be distracted by something else. This touch-and-go with Your Name has persisted for years until I ultimately decided that if I do come across it I will indeed watch it. I realize that many are unintentionally comparing Weathering With You to Your Name and I feel like even if I did see the latter, it wouldn’t be fair to the former.

This is what I like to call something that is so much of a blessing it’s a curse. Makoto Shinkai is an incredibly talented man with a vision that captivates fans and non-fans of anime alike.

Your Name is one of those movies that set the bar for similar movies, especially Shinkai’s own movies following Your Name. It can be difficult to look at an artist’s work after their magnum opus without thinking of their magnum opus. Rather than doing so, I feel it’s healthier to look at an artist’s work as their own individual vision, their own individual story. Your Name had a distinct message, as did Garden of Words, a Shinkai movie I actually did see. Weathering With You is no different.

Past this point there will be spoilers so if you’re sensitive to that sort of thing, please don’t read further until you’ve preferably seen the movie yourself. I highly recommend watching this movie blind as I did.

Our story begins with Hodaka, a 16-year old runaway who tries to start a new beginning in Tokyo after not feeling welcome in his own hometown. It’s never explicitly stated why he ran away from home, only touting family problems with his parents. Throughout the movie I wondered what his relationships with his parents were like. After all, to make such a bold decision to leave the countryside and live in Tokyo of all places is a daunting task for anyone, much less a teenager.

Genre savvy viewers would notice something as he is introduced to Tokyo. One of the first locations we see our protagonist in is none other than Kabukichou, Tokyo’s Red Light District.

This iconic location is also known for being the home setting of the Yakuza series of video games albeit as Kamurocho. Known for its absurdity, the Tokyo nightlife is just as relentless for Hodaka as it was for Kiryuu and other protagonists who walk the same streets.

As to be expected, his first few nights are met with living out of internet cafes, looking for part-time jobs without success, and dealing with all types of characters, from the yakuza themselves, to office workers. All of whom refuse to give a minor without any form of identification a job. Eventually he finds himself resting against the entrance of a club where he deals with a rowdy club owner who kicks him out, knocking over a trash can.

As the trash can is knocked over, he finds an envelope and inside the envelope? A loaded handgun. For expositions sake, a news bulletin is shown highlighting the hunt for several missing weapons. Guess those were one of the weapons stashed in the trash?

Hodaka finally manages to have a bone thrown at him in the form of a McDonald’s meal by a caring young girl who is a part time worker there. Being that this was the first act of kindness anyone has shown him since arriving in Tokyo, he dubs the burger as “The best dinner he has ever had in his 16 years of living.”

I don’t have a picture of the Big Mac in question but shout outs to the animators for making a Big Mac. A Big Mac look absolutely delicious.

Several days later, he runs across the same girl who is being escorted by the same club owners who gave Hodaka a hard time before. Seeing this as an opportunity to repay the girl for her kindness, he steps in and tries to intervene yet he’s thoroughly beat down for his efforts.

However as a last ditch effort he brandishes the same pistol that he found a few nights ago and threatens to shoot. Calling his bluff, the club owner instigates further until Hodaka eventually does fire a round, hitting the nearby lamp post. Using this opportunity, he grabs the girl and they make their escape.

It is here that he finds out that the girl’s name is Hina and that she was fired from her previous job. While she was contemplating on willingly being a hostess, she nevertheless thanks Hodaka for sticking up for her. It is also at this moment that she shows her hidden power to him. The power for her to control the weather on a whim. The heavy rain that plagued Tokyo since Hodaka arrived suddenly ended. The clouds part, the sun escapes, and for that moment, everything is bliss. The rain inevitably continues however.

Eventually he is taken in by a news editor and Hodaka helps out around the small office space, gathering stories and writing for him. While the pay is meager, he thinks of the girl with the special power to control the weather. Hodaka thinks of a way to have Hina make a living and that entails a self-run service.

The service is a job posting website where people will post weather requests and Hina obliges by praying for sunny weather. Various requests included a sunny day for a festival, a park day for kids, and a fireworks concert come pouring in and everything is a success.

The major problem shows itself in the climax however. Every time she prays for anything weather releated, a part of Hina dissolves as she becomes one with the sky. The more she uses her power, the more she sacrifices herself to make the perfect weather a reality. Even as she doesn’t pray for weather, the weather changes according to Hina’s mood.

When Hodaka’s life is endangered, she is able to summon a thunderbolt at will to cause a distraction. When Hina and her younger brother are forced to leave under suspicion of being underraged and living on their own, the weather changes into an unstoppable torrent. The weather even briefly changes to snow at one point.

Despite all of this, despite the weather changing and the seemingly eternal rain, Hodaka is met with a decision. At this rate, Tokyo is suffering from severe flooding and downpour. Knowing that the heavy rain would go away if she sacrificed herself, Hina asks Hodaka if he would want the rain to go away. Not thinking of the consequences of his choice, he answers “Yes.”

The following night, she disappears, only appearing in a dream that she had became one with the sky and is now currently amongst the clouds. The last physical remnant of Hodaka, a ring that he had given her for her birthday, falls from the heavens.

The conclusion of this story revolves around Hodaka being chased by the police, as he rushes against time to the shrine where Hina first discovered her powers. By returning to the place of origins, he was able to connect to the skies themselves in order to get Hina back.

Despite Hina’s sacrifice ending the plague of bad weather. Despite the return of Hina spelling eternal rainfall for Tokyo. Despite their lives never returning to normal again. At the end, Hodaka chose to be with Hina. He chose for Hina to live her own life rather than sacrifice herself. He chose love.

In the epilogue, it is shown that most of Tokyo is submerged in water three years later. The metro system is replaced with ferries, most residents live in high rises, and everyday life has grown accustomed to the increase in rainfall. Hodaka returns to Tokyo after finishing high school back at his hometown. After encouragement from friends and former clients alike, he is reunited tearfully with Hina. Happily ever after.

Returning to the climax, this raised a lot of emotions within me. How far is one willing to go for the one they love? As he was approaching the heavens to save Hina and bring her back down to Earth, he was telling her that what they did together, changing the weather, was special. A life without her wouldn’t be the same in the slightest.

And you know what? Watching that scene with Hina and Hodaka reuniting in the skies above? I cried. Didn’t care if people heard me in the theater. I silently cried.

I can understand why some may think of Hodaka’s choice as selfish. After all, with this decision, Tokyo is on course to be completely submerged underwater. If Hina’s sacrifice was kept, the weather would have surely returned to normal. Millions of people would have welcomed this weather with open arms.

However, even if the weather returned to normal and sunny days returned, Hodaka days would had been cloudy without her. Even if Tokyo rains forever, Hodaka’s days would be sunny with Hina by her side, no matter what.

If given the choice between the life of someone who gave meaning to my own life, someone who had lost life with her mother’s death, someone who had endured enough pain alone for so long. If I had to choose between that one missing piece to the puzzle of a complex, young, abrasive heart. I would choose that person every time if I was in Hodaka’s position. Especially when you’re already in such shallow water that you’ve arrived with nothing but the shirt on your back and no sense of family.

Seeing the one you love suffer is enough to sacrifice as much as you can to ensure that they are happy. Hina’s sacrifice was due to this very doctrine. When she asked Hodaka if he wanted to rain to go away, she wanted to relieve the burden of her existence. She wanted to ease his own suffering, a vagabond without a home who gave everything he had for her. When Hodaka was willing to go to the skies above to relieve her of the burdens of making those around her happy, the feeling was mutual from both parties.

Love is a highly complex matter. It hits us when either of us expect it. Hodaka and Hina’s first meeting was a chance encounter above all else but it blossomed into a series of trials. In many ways they lived up to the title of the movie. They weathered the storm together.

#weathering with you #review #journalism #makoto shinkai #your name #anime

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Ultimania Updates-SRT

Gathered in one place, here’s the updates from the new Ultimania (and maybe some other tidbits) added to the Sleeping Realm Theory (SRT) doc so far. The sections these updates are found in are bolded so you can find them within the doc and read the surrounding context:

1. The Theory Itself

Time travel at KG to save everyone’s hearts has been confirmed by Nomura! Look, see, where we said the second timeline went Save Everyone > Time Travel / Rewind > Xehanort Gay Dies After Decades Long Marriage Dispute, that’s been confirmed!

Q: When we leave the Final World, we are back to the point just before Sora and his friends were defeated. Why is that?

Nomura: “The power of awakening is essentially "the power to put sleeping hearts back the way they were." But the impact of forcing his friends' fading hearts back the way they were rewrote reality, and created a singularity. The rewrite caused the chronology in which they were destroyed to have "never happened." Source

2. Dive to the Heart

Now that the main interview with Nomura has been translated, it’s confirmed a very important thing for this theory.

“Q: The Final World, a place very important to the story, appeared in the game, but what kind of world is it?

A: It is a place where those just a step from death arrive, connected to the Station of Waking. Up until now, the Station of Waking was always a dark place where the floor was made of stained glass, where the condition of the inside of one's heart could be shown, but in this case I made The Final World a place where I could show [that] more concretely, a place similar to a portal to [people's] respective hearts. Within the game, it's said that sleep and death are intimately linked, so if one's heart were in a state of sleep and they found themselves in the Station of Waking, the idea is that if they moved on from there, they would find themselves in The Final World.” - Nomura, KH3 Ultimania.

What this says basically, is to arrive in The Final World during Dive to the Heart in the first place, your heart should already be “in a state of sleep”. Nomura has confirmed, before the first DTTH we see, at the very start of the game we play, Sora is already in a state of sleep.

3. KHII.9(Context: This update is placed in the translation section talking about Riku’s growth from saying his wish is to have “strength protect the things that matter”- “Daiji na mono”- in BBS to “strength to protect my cherished person” in KH3- “Taisetsu na hito”)

The Ultimania actually goes out of its way to explicitly state this growth on Riku’s character page: “‘I want to become strong enough to protect the things that matter.’ Roughly 10 years later, after many twists and turns, he has finally obtained the strength to protect the person who matters.”

4. KH3 for realsies this time

(Context: This one is in regards to the “logo conspiracy”, just to show that this sort of obscure hinting is not beyond something Nomura would do)

In an interview with Nomura in 2016, he revealed that he hid secret clues in the cover art for 1.5, 2.5, and 2.8. Because of course he did, I guess!

“Nomura: There are actually two secrets about the illustrations from [KH1.5] until [KH2.8]. Extremely attentive KH fans might have already discovered them, but one is that Sora's movements change from sitting, to standing, to walking. One more is that when you line up the three illustrations, you'll notice that they show the flow of time with changes in the sky. [KH1.5] is sunset becoming night, [KH2.5] is the middle of the night, and [KH2.8] is night breaking into dawn. Those three illustrations have a message regarding the final chapter, [KHIII].”

Ultimania Update: Oh boy did you think Nomura was done? Cause he wasn’t!

These party people were confirmed by Nomura in the Ultimania to actually be robed figures, sneakily placed to look apart of the building, people hidden in plain sight. What’s silly is that people had been wondering this exact thing when the box art had been revealed, and that too got shot down on the same premise of “reading too much into it”.

5. The Paopu Fruit

In the Ultimania, Irino (Sora’s VA) stated that they recorded two versions of the paopu scene:

Irino: “We recorded both a sharing scenario and a not sharing scenario. During the editing, it wasn’t decided which [Nomura] would go with, but it seems in the end he went with the sharing scenario.” - KH3 Ultimania VA Interview

In an unseen timeline (the waking/real world) a litany of things could go differently, and while this tidbit could be nothing, it’s at least an interesting note and a fun little fact.

6. Flowmotion and Attraction Flow

There’s a section showing concept art and planning for Attraction Flows. (thanks to @gummiphoned for the discovery and photos!)

In the bottom corner, there’s an in game concept example.

With Sora in his DDD outfit.

Set in DDD’s Traverse Town.

7. Reality Shift

There’s a section that elaborates a little on the Combined Keyblade, confirming it to be the very same one we see in DDD.

Top Text: "During the special event in the realm of darkness, when Sora and Riku deal the finishing blow against the Demon Tower, the two of them used their fusion keyblade. That keyblade is the same as the one that appeared in 3D."

Bottom Text: "In 3D this fusion keyblade appeared in The World That Never Was when using Reality Shift."

8. Promotional Materials

Later, official sources started to use a simple but unrelated, specific hashtag.

夢しかない (yume shika nai) translated to “ONLY DREAM” or just “There is only a dream”. The first time it’s used was the 6 days to go countdown

It was then used moving forward in all promotional tweets including release day (PlayStation japan was also using the tag). The last time they used this was the secret movie announcement tweet.

9. The Secret Ending

This has actually been confirmed by Nomura to take place after KH3 and that when Sora disappears in the ending he arrives here. More or less exactly as we thought.

“Q: I see. Then, continuing on, I'd like to ask about the secret movie; is the location connected to the ending? A: Yes. After disappearing in the ending, Sora arrives in the world shown in the secret movie.” - Nomura, KH3 Ultimania.

10. Shibuya, Baby!

Nomura also made note that this Shibuya isn’t the original in universe TWEWY world Shibuya. It’s Shibuya, but ~Shibuya~. As in, some kind of alternate version.

“Q: Is the place Sora is in the same world as the one in The World Ends With You?

A: It looks that way. However, rather than saying Sora has gone to the TWEWY world, the meaning is that it's not exactly Shibuya, but ~Shibuya~ (note: this is hard to explain in English, but instead of it being written in kanji, the name for "Shibuya" is written in katakana here. This basically means it's not the same Shibuya as in TWEWY or in the real world.) Also, although Sora promised Neku and his friends that they would meet again in Shibuya, this video is not connected to that.” - Nomura, KH3 Ultimania

11. Rage Form

From the Dengeki Playstation interview:

--There's a form that appears called "Rage Form," which reminds us of the "Anti Form" from KH2. What is the setup behind that?

Nomura: The forms in this title are very different from that of KH2, so we decided to change all the names. Rage does indeed have characteristics that are reminiscent of Anti, but it's basically a separate thing setup wise. Anti is based on Sora getting completely stained in darkness, but Rage doesn't go quite that far. It's based on him going into a rampage state, controlled by feelings of anger.

12. Namine

Nomura has since elaborated a little bit on what happens with Namine tho it still doesn’t really answer the biggest question. It’s said that when Kairi took the blow from Xehanort, this set her free (even if we don’t see a heart whatsoever). Nomura plans on explaining it more down the road, apparently.

13. Xion

Nomura has since stated in an interview that upcoming DLC will go into Xion and how she’s here so, hooray!

#the sleeping realm theory #kh3 #kingdom hearts #kh theories #ultimania #srt

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2017 End-of-the-Year Q&A Extravaganza Blog! #2

Our second 2017 End-of-the-Year Q&A Extravaganza is here! There will be more next week, but for now, we have some answers from:

Ken Berry, Executive Vice President / Team Leader John Wheeler, Assistant Localization Manager Nick Colucci, Localization Editor Brittany Avery, Localization Producer Thomas Lipschultz, Localization Producer

Question: Have you ever considered selling the music CDs for your licenses stateside? - @LimitTimeGamer

Ken: That's not really a business we're looking to get into, with the exception being when we've already printed soundtracks as part of a limited edition release and have some leftover. Music licenses are always tricky, and even if the publisher we licensed the game from completely owns their own music rights, they can self-publish digitally on iTunes worldwide so no need for us to get involved.

Question: If possible, would you please consider researching and localizing classic Korean-made PC xRPGs? & Do you have any interest in pursuing the localization of any of the large, beautiful Chinese RPGs that have been hitting Steam? Or are you focused exclusively on Japanese titles? - @DragEnRegalia & @TheDanaAddams

Brittany: The main reason we focus on JP > EN is because we're mainly an office of Japanese to English speakers, and we can verify the quality. We haven't completely ruled out the idea of other languages in the future, but we can't do anything to guarantee these games will be accurate yet. If we hired a person to localize games into a specific language, there's no checks-and-balances system in place for us to know we're investing in a project people will be happy to play because it's the best quality we can offer. Personally, I would hesitate to expand outside of JP > EN localization regularly until we've gained more experience as a company.

We've done a few instances of EN > FIGS, but since our games usually are very text heavy, even this is difficult. I would want to experiment with smaller games first. Hopefully, there will come a time when we can expand beyond JP > EN on a regular basis, since I’ve noticed some badass-looking games outside of the EN/JP languages. I also like the Korean developer Cheritz, who did Mystic Messenger. Jaehee will always be the love of my life.

Ken: We are definitely looking to expand where we source games from in the future and not just limiting ourselves to Japan. Definitely lots of good stuff coming out of China, Korea, and other parts of Southeast Asia these days, and we're big fans of Western indie games too. You will be seeing a lot more variety of games from us in the future, but that doesn't mean that we'll be giving up on our staple of games from Japan - they will be in addition to those.

Nick: I figured I’d field these not because I have any special ability to get XSEED to license a game (we’re all free to suggest games for consideration, which is pretty cool), but because prior to working at XSEED, I actually did localization for Korean and Chinese F2P MMOs.

There’s a lot of game dev talent in places like China, Korea, and Taiwan that we in the west are only tangentially aware of due to their games market being significantly different from ours. To generalize a bit, outside of Japan, Asia doesn’t have a strong lineage of console development, as existing consoles haven’t been widely available in most of those countries. Rather, PCs are where people in Asia play their games – online games in particular, with net cafes being popular places to log in and play.

One of the first bits of localization work I ever did in my career was for the F2P MMO Dream of Mirror Online, for which I handled seasonal quests and ongoing localization (the base game had already been localized before I got there). The developer of that game, Softstar, has a cool, long-running Wuxia fantasy RPG series in China known as Xuan Yuan Jian, one installment of which is available on Steam right now. Wouldn’t it be cool to release an anime-style wuxia adventure RPG here? As a fan of drama, martial arts, and sweet swordfights, it would be pretty rad.

Personally, I’m totally up for dipping our toes into games like this as a company, but there are some extra challenges to taking on Chinese or Korean games that we haven’t had to contend with during our work on Japanese titles.

Perhaps most important is establishing audience interest in these titles. Even if we find cool Chinese or Korean games (and I’m sure we could), if we don’t sense a market demand for those games, it doesn’t make sense to expend the effort to publish them. That’s not a statement on their quality; it’s an issue of market awareness. Japanese gaming has an advantage for us, in a sense, in that it’s been pervasive in Western culture long enough that the names, language, and even history of Japan seem less strange and foreign to Westerners now than they were 20-30 years ago. We’ve come to have a taste for Japanese games and culture, one could say. That sort of natural predilection doesn’t currently exist for games from elsewhere in Asia. I think that a good game’s quality will be self-evident enough that it can become well known, but it would take considerably more work to make people aware of and interested in a cool game from China, Korea, Taiwan, Vietnam, or elsewhere than it would if that game were from Japan. And given that XSEED’s marketing and advertising resources are admittedly smaller than we wish they were, licensing and localizing a cool Asian game for a Steam release could prove difficult if we couldn’t connect the game with enough of an audience that would appreciate it. Before you nay-say me, look around at the amount of Chinese or Korean games currently available in the Western market that aren’t MMOs or mobile games. It’s...not very many, is it?

Not to say we’re not interested, of course! There’s a huge amount of potential in games from Asian developers, and an ocean of possibilities to explore. But I think, before that happens, we have to either find a game we think would be a pretty sure thing our fans would enjoy, or see that there’s a demand here for these games. If you’re interested in seeing XSEED work on Chinese or Korean games, do feel free to write us, especially if you have suggestions of titles you think are particularly worth checking out or that you think are very “on-brand” for XSEED.

Question: What inspired you all to do this kind of work in the first place? Also, what is the story behind the company name XSEED? How did you all come up with it? - @TBlock_02

Ken: The company was founded by former members of Square Enix USA, including its president at the time, Jun Iwasaki. Other smaller Japanese companies would often ask him to publish their games in the West, and even though we came extremely close to starting a separate "Square Selections" publishing brand to distinguish our own titles from third-party titles, we were always just too busy working on Square Enix titles to have the resources to work on anybody else's. Once the new company was formed and the name finalized (we wanted our new business to grow and foster from an initial small "seed"), it was only natural to reach back out to the publishers in Japan who needed a way to release their games in the West.

Question: What was everyone's favorite game(s) to work on this year? - @ArtistofLegacy

Brittany: Trails in the Sky the 3rd. I was very emotionally connected to that game, and its text is something I think I'll be proud of for years to come.

Tom: Zwei: The Arges Adventure, hands down. Most fun I've ever had translating anything.

John: I had a lot of fun with the PR-side of STORY OF SEASONS: Trio of Towns (the Capy comics and marriage candidate intros), though significantly less fun with QA for the DLC.

Question: What's everyone's favorite song from the Falcom games you've released so far? - @Crippeh

Brittany: Can’t choose a legit favorite, but it took me, like, twelve hours to beat the Finale dungeon in Trails of Cold Steel II and I still listen to Phantasmal Blaze regularly.

Tom: I'm actually not a big fan of the Trails games (blasphemy, I know!), but I absolutely adore "Cry For Me, Cry For You" from Trails 3rd. One of my favorite Falcom vocal themes of all time. As far as non-vocal themes go, I've always had a soft spot for "The Depth Napishtim" from Ys VI, "Harlech" from Xanadu Next, "Casino" from Brandish: The Dark Revenant, and basically the whole soundtrack to Zwei: The Arges Adventure.

That’s it for now! Next week, we’ll be answering questions like:

- Ever consider making a podcast/commentary for one of your games? My favorite Twitch stream from XSEED was the Trails in the Sky the 3rd stream followed by Xanadu Next. - The PC port diary thing from CS PC was fantastic. I really liked a kind of…behind the curtain look at what goes into a PC port. (I'd be similarly curious for the localization process overall.) Do you plan on doing more of those for future games? - What are the requirements/makes it likely to get hired as a translator? Would self-taught people stand a chance? - Are there any games you've worked on in the past that you wish you could go back to and do differently a second time around? - What does the first day of a new project look like? What kinds of things are done right off the bat?

See you guys next time!

#XSEED #Q&A #Localization

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castlehead · 7 years

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THE BATHOS OF SO FEW EYES THAT ARE UPON ME.

[DRAFT ONE] Taxing the result, and creating influence through the creation of one or two shades thrown

from somewhere that are crowned more, much more, than hearsay,

means restless making, hating the elongated course of action throwing shade

takes as a part of its embarking upon that razzle-dazzle

poetic hypnosis: really an anointment of routine, as if it were a sacred jelly, when,

all fictive, simpler achievements, fictive, for their generality -a noose around the neck

of things that got to get said well- when all the gnarly wrack, depends on too-long stale hibiscus tea,

curlicues erupting from its warmth. Too-long hibernated inspiration,

for to defend its ultimate narrow-down to dainty biases it has, here and there, in favor of some

special points of shade and sufferance go with glee to hide behind its coalition of badder energies the sake some

energy/vigor more comes along, strutting and swinging its newfangled autonomy around,

like a braggart for small victories, to slow big victories from their materializing of should, to concepts being acted upon, a shirk known

specifically by the lazy as one strategy for getting your Good Mother off your back. Its detachment, still, -and it was, indeed, an accomplishment, nay even a severely-needed one, almost forced by the

Gods- its detachment, great and grand accomplishment, from an unfortunate-long connection at the hip with reassurances of all kinds he'll

be taken car of by less-harried harpies, in their recalcitrant imagery, like flies pipping their far-flung

buzz of anhedonia anywhere, their aim to quaff a draught

of joviality from any organic time his body had, just to keep aviated and aloft the heavy norm from off of ground, usually sounded buzzingly as a sort of vaguest yearning for some asinine form of the past that did not exist, but was romanced to life and brought into the room of people anywhere in the form of a tampered-with, radioactive stench of immediate disqualification, o tragic clown held hostage by the least cruds of the day, while the plenty of the Good piles up, a spectacular and usually inevitable, crass naufrage of all his hopeful mediations of and on specific fractions of two strangers' conversation, whatever tacitly welcoming input, to him, a nod to silence himself. Oh these my petty, pretty darlings of pain.

A lozenge of a ship still quartering sailors still alive, pendentives lit, I see, is scribbled on horizon: try, oh clown, muted at the hands of his misery, to go there and cradle yourself among the diffident waves of mysterious nods at silence you see only; see them but another fledge of that horizon, imagery most boon and friend to agile thoughts that are to things among people that are said, thoughts too agile, even, for the tongue to say them, nor for the eyes to even read scrawled across the skull as more than dreamlike interpretations of some old worry, hated anachronism of the moment yet feeding all of them in there your thought-drenchingness, yet shame depriving them of tears at your own hypocritical silent assertion they should understand, oh clown of shame, as your desire not to be so lonely, anymore, anymore.

And now: the ship of fate, his fate, is disinterring focus from the woozy clouds, abrogated by the darkening gloaming, like something decided swiftly cast in shades as something undecided, a certainty somewhere yet

to be found by men of taste, popular men, sufficient in their will and quiet in their pomp. Now look, The

Fictive Poet says: it seems, The Poet says at once, That these our fraught, entangled intimations

at some wasteful, seamless rhubarb in us hath shown us its ultimatum, of grand regard, And not, no not, as too ruffled by difference,

and too long ruffled, to be a difference so different than the routine change, from difference to difference. But

The Poet defers blame for his own bland. For, he says, intoning like a clock of many years, so-to-speak, in the grandfather's house, old house: It is rather

At the hands, most likely, of an obscure enemy whose ways fawn on republican politics and

tax-cuts for the rich, and that monitor the head ape for so long as to exterminate them, achieving

only a feeling of sightless excitement at burning the spoon like a euphemism, for example, or seeing

a ghost outside for once, upon this incoherent lawn of scattered word.

[DRAFT TWO] Taxing ungratefully the perfectly good result with just a few more tests, marking it on a clinical docket where the beasts

of wanton phrase overpower the maiden of causa prima, who starts to follow that example, writes herself out of the very definition of herself as it was; all this on the list all to find

where the spot it does -is, if indeed it can, and does, ‘nuke’ -to very death- the surviving rest of any spontaneity

in the style, turned ascetic: yielding, to weakly justify the writing, these rigid-meted hairs of careful serotonin, smacked dully

gelid, like as the miles of chilly landscapes, flat surfaces for feet to walk on, made of a lake sometime in dire Winter,

dulling the unlucky reader, vibrating with starvation, as quickly as an incinerating nuke of ‘no’ by the frugal father, responding to his daughter’s passionate claim for ponies to be at Christmas.

We find, however, with adding additions, that new meanings for the maiden, heard

in echo merely before, with an extra uttering here and there, enlighten to a harsher, but, still loving, sound, and better-learnéd sound, for its

detour through the delirium of the moment to where the beasts of phrase have made

a truce with maidens, or, you know, ‘Brokered Peace’ as they say on CNN about The Foreign

Policy Things, -and this while packing away the spoils of the subjects made of echoes, revealing the burden, where it is lifted, of

these so many presiding loose ends, for so long approached as if a part of the organism the poem was: where end these fending follicles of detail: are

they the result of hunter-gathering for some uncharted context, thus, a new mode of excitement for the reader to feel disturbed in understanding better, learning better the unsaid, through these said things that shift their

weight, as if standing up from their seat on an airplane after landing, the landing square upon the strip,

transcribing the rest of what I feel is not there for it never will be there, if even replicated word-for-word, or blown in a boom to essentials in the crater, by an editing bomb, to shave what’s imitable to one single, purer shard, the gift of queenly maidens and their

truce with the loquacious beasts, that wish a content more, yet less a healing to the pome in being a too-long nightmare of one who squeezed himself already to powder in a creative, though emotionally hazard, drylands, through an ironic revelry or throwaway we see again among these burdens called a subject and a sense, all of them clues

moreover, to the very evasions they are, and that deplete the poem of its actuality! It is the tragic current of The Same

that ruins The Poet’s blood, who thinks in the language of passion as firm and fine as dirt as enough destined

in the pathos we can feel, at the waste of all this seeming in an imagery informed by some declension, proceeding beneath the mask of the words’ behavior, in other words, or, in other words, each word a symbol and attack upon what can be visioned by a mind as this, The Poet’s mind,

outside of edgy creeds or needing multiply the source that has its chatty wandering, across the sturdy paths of frozen lakes mentioned once again, both ends of the

mentioning obedient to the movement of each other as to be none less than something like the child of the very behavior of quantum entanglement of particles as stay

at their same vigil equally long, and mirror the directions of their brother, on the opposite sides of universe, but

instead, made into the mortal cardboard of time-traveling verbiage across, as it now goes, all this scour of the tundra of context and as sleets in sharp flakes the questions all the same as to what is

the true subject, for its use is known already, though not said, that is: to rise the human from their little niche, into and past the human, remaining human, and creating, sometimes with its virulent-running explosions of mistake, a new and better

argument for life, for somewhere it is hardwired, stays in place and yet, moves with its twin, who moves, but by staying in place: it will haunt our creations, and us with its perfect arch and paradox too much -without a tangle, too neat for anybody not to reckon that

some intelligent design had filled this with its own art, compacted passions with utility, ruddering frustration’s rawness behind the last mortal straw of one’s effort away from destruction, towards an ease of rationale so free of needing faith as to be forged from a scientific

delight of some reserve, into a metal worth enough as reason on its own, untampered; would we not feel obliged to have left alone the one upwind of their frustrations, and to collapse into a squawking,

futile tantrum, if at the first they were not corrupted so easily by life’s carnage, happening to them in real-time, and so then all the more

intense: I think of this, and it cements, least, some overused idea for something more serene and deft than humans could have made with definitions: an idea, to both explain and feel this collage of stuff and mirrors, stuff and atoms, the atoms that exist behind us or back-

stage if you like, and we, impoverished thespians reciting from the script of our personal circumstance: we, who exist in front of atoms, almost to be them, as if to say, I hold court in this land of flesh and

physics: you are too contrarian to fancy yourself of my material and sacrosanct: yet altogether everything is made up of its beauty, that is how we can and will graft experimental persons like as particles to the majestic sides of this box of universe, scrambling to be

justified for all its slow but mighty large accrual of mountains to our eternities, changes, seemings, and ultimatums, while an audience of atoms gasps and looks agape at gelid poverties of bastard

philosophical frost over their secret of meaning something without the meaning, the way we can’t, no matter how we try, or at least without losing the will to live: we atoms who live and march

up and down the planet, relaxing and then worried, raising our blood pressure with stress, lowering cholesterol and having kids.

We must learn that any emblem comes from a bag of emblems as would say withal its hesitating that it dwells in truth and in rhetoric as correct as truly, as accurately as any liminal hand might trace its meanings over cornfed,

human principles: and yet that is the system whereby we receive the fire enough under our ass to not continue not, but work through sleep and so

revive yourself, regroup and brace for challenge after challenge without knowing what exactly you are after- in committing to the lovely bitch of life.

I who am without self, or a name, could be the higher narrator of this well-enough design of Pome, or be just the shaping hands of they who

speak expressions through my sieve into convictions for the human race to misinterpret and misread. A text that is I am, a being of word.

I am against what cause these new sources of influence

over The poet, that drylands, that led The Poet through them, but implying this an inevitable rite,

as if in any case, they had to to get his creation of one or two shades thrown to the beastly spirit, after the test that might just naysay its certainty of being needed

in the first place, and so then only leading to environ with sullying the very focal-force The Poet uses, to compare the moment with realities askance and lean, and of strained

strings of conflict through each part of them, all of them, straining

from somewhere that are crowned the more, much more, than hearsay,