im quite tired of talking about totk, like im sure you all know by know just how frustrated i am, but something i still strongly believe was the logical, and best thing to do in a sequel.. -
while botw was about you feeling lost in a strange world with neither you nor link knowing anything and both discovering it as you go, the theme of lonelyness and isolation, freeing the spirits of dead friends you need toremember again, in the end finally reuniting with one of the only friends still alive, after a 100 years
totk should have been about community, about working together with zelda at your side, as a companion, after having been seperated for so long, and seeing nothing of the time between titles, this should have been her travelling alongside you, after botw you'd WANT to spend time with her and get to know her more, her being the diplomat, the archtitect, the scientist, the translator of old texts, a historian trying to find out the truth about what her fathers kingdom was built on, to right old wrongs perhaps, for a better future- theres so much that she should have been, so much of her character was primed to go into this direction- and instead she is a pretty prize with no personality you get at the end like this is an 80s cartoon still
(this is disregarding the whole fact that ganondorf, AS WELL, should have been a giant factor in all this, in the history of it all, to explore his character and his actions, to have zelda research and find out about histroy clearly written by the victors- theres so much potential depth here that it dirves me crazy, botw was such a set up for more that was wasted, utterly wasted, for something i wouldnt even want to call paper thin bc even paper has more depth than anything in totk)
fundamentally the combinations of unhinged anti Arab racism and antisemitism that paint middle eastern people as inherently suspicious and crafty have fused with modern anti intellectualism under a nouveau-faugressive banner to say take the “in conditions of war all journalists are presenting particular sides, compounded by both press and national interests and the confusions of mass violence” (very true) to Therefor I Can Distrust What Every Journalist And Government Reports and go by Analogies to My Personal Experience and Vibes Alone (terrifying)
i keep scribbling Laughingstock as soft and wholesome, when in my brain they're chaotic and wholesome. Howdy's got that high energy and Barns is always down to clown yk yk
What is the author's perspective on the most challenging parts of writing a story, and what advice do they offer to writers struggling with different phases of storytelling?
Okay I'm going to be real with you, the syntax of this ask was weird enough I went to your blog to try to see what your deal is and whether you're a chatbot.
Your blog turned out to be about two weeks old and consist largely of reblogs from one person. (@cy-cyborg and sideblogs thereof.) Your blog header and all your (few but voluminous) original posts read like they were composed by a chatbot trying to somehow sell the concept of reading?? books????? Cozy book times??? The experience of following your blog as an extension of the pleasure of reading books?? The literary aesthetic?
But while you have the chirpy redundant sentence structure of a machine learning algorithm and a habit of falling into the customer-service-plural-first, you don't actually descend into nonsense at any point I noticed, rendering those posts ambiguously human in the same way as the average recipe blog. Also you commit flagrant instagram-style tag spam.
I'd have blocked and ignored and possibly reported you as a spambot, except on some of your reblogs-with-commentary you turn into a normal human person who lives in Australia, so I kinda threw up my hands. Maybe you have blood idk.
I have no idea what the point and/or goal of your blog is. Altogether baffling.
Anyway I definitely don't speak for some collective hivemind of authors and this question is way too vague for me to do much with. If I didn't suspect it of coming from a robot I'd have put in some effort to engage meaningfully, but trying to figure out what manner of entity was farming me for content used up all the spoons I had available.
You know - the Revolution moral of "sometimes the adults won't do what's necessary, so sometimes you have to be the one to step in. Maybe you're the adult now" gets a bit... muddled... by the fact that it's also about "haha imagine Chloé as mayor even though she's 14? Oh look finally her father stepped in and put his foot down".
last few days for March pattern sale (20% off when you buy 4 patterns together with very subtle, hard-to-guess coupon code “MARCH”)
aiming for new designs up every Thursday to see if I can actually manage this (in theory, a better schedule might mean better results, which might mean I could make time for more complex design ideas, and could finally finish more sweaters and other garments)
- So I went to the Taiwanese trial class with my friend. It was taught by a little old lady who was nice enough but gave me some mild flashbacks to those harrowing weeks with the Mandarin teacher of a similar age. Most of the session was her explaining the history of 台語 in Taiwan, with a side of trying to force the 8 tones and counting from 1 to 10 upon us via rote memorization. I felt a bit frustrated and not entirely thrilled, my friend was miffed that the school hadn’t explained the price they quoted was for the trial class only. We’ve decided to give it a pass and try a different school, although our scheduled trial there is on hold on account of the teacher falling ill. In the meantime my friend has begun to contemplate taking group Japanese class instead (as his partner and her kid are Japanese), which is much more widely available. I am tempted. Do I need to start half-assedly learning yet another language? Probably not. Do I want to divert my energy from Mandarin to whole-assedly learn Japanese? Also not really. Is there a high chance of following through nonetheless? At least I’m self-aware about it...
- Job applications here largely require a photo, and I need a haircut but I’m afraid to go back to the place I went in August for the big chop. The guy started cutting it while wet, then broke out the blow-dryer and kept snipping til he was satisfied, but because my hair is curly and I do not own styling product more complicated than a comb, it reverted immediately to a vague dandelion shape and took several months to actually resemble the reference photo I’d provided. The thought keeps crossing my mind to simply shave my head entirely. I had it buzzed to a 3 some ten years ago after a dye-job gone wrong and did not enjoy my appearance. Of course I look different now, and hair grows back, but the struggle between wanting the catharsis and radical change (not to mention less mess in the shower drain strainer) of a head-shave, and fearing the hassle of growing it all back out if I do truly detest it is raging inside of me.
- After coming back from Korea I may have spent one whole day languishing in bed and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter as a meal before slowly reconvening daily activities. I have been meeting some friends and going out, but I end up needing one day of hermit-like recovery for every outdoor social endeavour. I have yet to implement any kind of proper schedule (beyond “try to eat three meals and go outside at least once”), leading my friends to recommend I start by contemplating my greater, overarching goals for life. Every few years I come round to the notion of attempting a STEM degree (which would require redoing undergrad, but, as they say, “the time will pass anyways”). I think it would be really engaging to do a program taught in Chinese, and possibly motivate me to overcome my deficiencies in the math department, which is what always puts me off the whole scheme. Scientific terms are so much simpler in Mandarin because they’re extremely 顧名思義 (just as the name implies); English really shot itself in the foot with all the Greek and Latin. I don’t even need to check the dictionary to figure out 光合 means ‘photosynthesis’... Will I actually follow through with this, and live out my days happily studying trees and avoiding small talk with humans, or will I continue to trundle through life intermittently trying to teach English between bouts of autistic burnout? When I put it that way, the answer seems obvious, but this is without factoring in all the bugs that live in trees... Also wasn’t I trying to convince myself to go to grad school for what, translation? linguistics? library science? something? just a few months ago? Maybe overarching life goals are a red herring at present, and I should just get a job first and then see what kind of things I’m interested in when I have consistent disposable income to pursue them at length.
- I am, at the ripe old age of my mid-30s (I’m rounding up since my birthday is next month- again, so soon??) being forced to reconsider what it means to like someone. Perhaps on account of being socially inept and spending all of my formative years in Catholic school, I took for granted that it was that painful, infatuated pining one feels for attractive strangers or casual acquaintances who generally don’t reciprocate. In the past couple years I began to experience the strange phenomenon of having great affection for friends I’d gotten to know slowly and who became increasingly physically appealing as time wore on, but I wrote this off as Mystery Emotion X because it lacked that frantic obsession I was accustomed to. Now I suspect this may simply be a healthy manifestation of romantic attraction. I’ve often struggled with exactly what identity label the intersection of my gender, attraction pattern, and neurodivergency might land me under. I think the plot is thickening... but I will put off pursuing further clarity by going to the BDSM bar instead.
Since the dmg fandom (i think) collectively decided Luke is to Po3 like Kaycee is to Leshy, clearly we need to either
A) Assign Carla + Lionel to the other two Scrybes. Or swap one of the two out for Theodore, idk
B) SOMEONE needs to make a post-canon fic where, somehow, a couple people (who are to Grimora and Magnificus in the same way as Luke = Po3 and Kaycee = Leshy) get the floppy disk, recover the contents, and blah blah blah
Actually yeah, I was just meme-ing but there are some wonderful moms in Judgment too! And I'm sure Haruka and Kiyomi are doing a pretty good job, aside from that. Hopefully soonish I'll be able to contribute to your Judgment Fund <3
y6 doesnt even exist in my brain oh my god. haruka bb you didnt go through all that trauma just for me to forget youre a whole-ass mom now my child im so sorry
i feel so seen on discord. the moment i join a server, there are greetings and i get all spooked and skittish. just let me look around in peace, i don't even know if i will stay.
This floor mod at my job is trying to get back in the good graces of our bosses because she got chewed out about not pulling her own weight last week by the both of them (hilarious. She’s annoying as shit and never helps anymore. She had completely changed once she got promoted from a simple concierge to Floor Mod and she treats her position like she’s like, the legit boss of the entire place and no one really cares too much for her anymore) but today, I was talking amongst my coworkers about shady things going on at the job and we weren’t being too loud at all and she came in trying to linger around a bit and of course, we stopped talking once she came around (kiss ass type.) but anyway, after our afternoon huddle, (just a simple meeting amongst coworkers and the boss giving us updates about how different departments are doing and them bragging about how much money our company has made and them fake caring about us as employees while getting fake emotional) and so, after the afternoon huddle, my boss was all like “omg, Tariah, could I see you in my office after huddle-“ and I was like “yeah, sure.” And once went into her office, she started asking me about how I’m feeling and that Selena (the annoying floor mod) mentioned something about how someone isn’t being supported/ not stood up for,” and I was a bit confused since I was having a slightly private convo with other coworkers about the shit that’s been going on at the job and I felt as if she’d eavesdropped and wanted to get some “dirt,” on me or to start something since she knows that myself and many of my coworkers don’t particularly care for her and wanted to use this opportunity to look good for the bosses. I really want to confront her about this tomorrow tbh because I felt like it wasn’t really her place to say anything about what I was complaining about with my fellow coworkers who I get along with and like, to the boss at all like it’s weird to me. Like it was none of your business and I don’t really care for you at all like.