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Group Therapy
Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Tommy Miller
Main Masterlist | Frankie Morales Masterlist
Author’s note: Thank you to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for beta reading! 🤍
Summary: Frankie Morales & Tommy Miller are both sent to a veteran’s support group by their doctors where they meet and become friends. Both men take a liking to you, the group therapist. And instead of getting angry with each other Tommy comes up with a fun little idea after therapy one night.
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent for both TLOU & TF (no outbreak and Frankie moves to Texas, not Florida), age gap (Frankie is in his early 40’s & Tommy is in his late 40’s, Reader is in her 20's), this is a hipaa-less land ok, drinking, threesome, fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, semi public sex, creampie, pet names (darlin', sweetheart, good girl, dirty girl), slight degradation, no use of y/n
“I recommend going to therapy. There’s a support group for veterans at the baptist church downtown. It’s in the basement.”
Therapy? Really?
Frankie sighs. Therapy is not really his thing. At least the one his doctor is suggesting is with a group. That way he can attend the meeting and coast by, just listening to other people’s problems and indulging in refreshments after. They usually have cookies at these things, right?
“Mr. Morales?” the doctor asks, snapping Frankie from his thoughts.
Frankie sighs, “When is it?”
“Wednesday nights from six to seven thirty.”
It’s already Tuesday, Frankie thinks to himself. Another sigh.
“Fine.”
-
Churches make Frankie uncomfortable now. He was raised Catholic as a kid but after everything life has thrown at him, he’s not sure what he believes anymore.
He walks down the steps into the rather institutionalized looking basement of the church, a stark contrast from the ornate interior of the upstairs. He scans the room for an open seat. And of course the chairs are arranged in a circle because why wouldn’t they be?
He picks a seat off to the side of the circle. And to his delight, it’s right by the refreshments table. He takes a look around the room as he sits down. People of all ages are seated in the circle but there’s an abundance of older men for sure; older than Frankie. He takes a look to his right and sees a man with black hair and a mustache. The man notices Frankie looking and makes eye contact with him. A look of recognition washes over the man’s face even though Frankie’s never met him.
“… Do I know you?” Frankie asks, after a moment of uncomfortable glances.
“No,” the man chuckles to himself, “You’re just the spitting image of my brother, Joel, when he was a little younger, that’s all.”
“Ah, okay,” Frankie says, fidgeting in his seat a little.
“Nervous?”
“Uhh-”
“I was nervous for my first session, too. It’ll get easier.”
“How long have you been coming?”
“This is my third week.”
That makes Frankie feel a little bit better; the fact that it doesn’t take too long to get assimilated here. The uneasiness in his stomach starts to subside, but only slightly.
“I’m Tommy by the way,” the man says, outstretching his hand.
Frankie shakes his hand, noting in his mind that Tommy has a strong handshake; an important judge of a man’s character, of course.
“Uh, nice to meet you. I’m Frankie.”
“What branch were you, Frankie? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Army. You?”
“Same!”
“No kidding,” Frankie says, but before he can continue the session begins.
Two women walk down the steps into the basement before sitting at the head of the circle, presumably the group therapists. One of the therapists clears her throat and starts with, “How has everyone’s week been so far?”
A cluster of various one word answers are thrown into the circle. Frankie looks around the room before stopping his gaze on… you. You look nervous, too; like you feel you don’t belong here.
A judgmental thought crosses Frankie’s mind. These two are gonna console a bunch of traumatized veterans? But he immediately feels guilty for it. Plus, he keeps going back to the lost expression on your face, an expression that betrays your innermost thoughts; you don’t think you’re good enough for this.
The first woman nods and continues, “Well if you’re having a good week so far, keep it up. And if not, maybe we can turn that around. But to start, I just want to introduce some of the new faces here.”
“You might’ve noticed I’m not alone today. I’d like to introduce you to my co-therapist,” she says, followed by your name.
Frankie repeats the name in his mind a few times, deciding he likes the way it sounds. He doesn’t realize he’s staring at you until the other woman calls his name.
“I’d also like to introduce Mr. Morales to the group tonight.”
“Frankie’s fine,” Frankie says sheepishly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
“Of course. Glad to have you here with us. I’m Gin by the way.”
Frankie mutters a “thank you” and then immediately regrets it. That was dumb. What is he supposed to be thanking her for?
His palms grow sweaty and he presses them on his jeans to dry them, trying to quell his anxiety.
Frankie’s too busy with his own anxiety to notice that Tommy’s looking at you. His eyes scan up and down your form, noticing every detail from the way your legs are crossed, the cut of your shirt revealing a bit of your collarbone, and the slight furrow of your brows. He can tell you’re nervous, too.
Gin leads the session and you sort of stay quiet, just observing her techniques as to how she gets these men to open up. You notice that one person is talking a lot, responding to almost everything anyone says. If there was a way to be a try hard at therapy, he’s succeeding. You know his name is Tommy because before the session started Gin pulled you aside on the stairs and pointed everyone out to you. The group isn’t that big, consisting of only eight men. Gin got the call from Frankie’s doctor yesterday afternoon, notifying her that he’ll be joining. So now your group is a nice even ten, including you and Gin.
You make eye contact with Tommy a few times throughout the session. And every time you do he shoots you a small smirk. You can’t tell if he’s trying to flirt or just being nice. Either way you can’t help but notice how attractive he is, with his dark hair and matching mustache perched above his lips. There’s a sort of playful glimmer in his eyes, too, almost as if he can flirt with you with just a look and nothing more.
Tommy isn’t the only one who caught your eye. Frankie’s sitting next to Tommy and although he looks like a nervous wreck, there’s something endearing about him. Past the nervousness you notice his brown curls peeking out from underneath his baseball cap. He’s a handsome man; a handsome nervous man. All you learn about him is that he was in the army and his nickname was Catfish. Maybe you’ll learn more as he attends more sessions.
Soon enough, the hour and thirty minutes comes to an end. Everyone starts to stand up and gather their belongings. Frankie immediately heads to the refreshments table, taking a small stack of cookies and quickly flees the room. Tommy looks back at you, shooting you one last smile before following Frankie upstairs.
He finds Frankie in the parking lot and walks up behind him, clapping him on the shoulder, startling Frankie a bit.
“Survived your first therapy session!” Tommy says.
“Oh, yeah…” Frankie responds quietly.
“See you next week?” Tommy asks before walking to his truck.
Frankie sighs as if he’s contemplating it and decides, “You know what? Yeah, you will.”
He walks off to his truck and shoots Tommy a wave before getting in and driving away.
Until next week it is.
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It’s Wednesday again. Frankie spent the whole day dreading therapy tonight. Five forty-five rolls around, it’s time for Frankie to get in his truck and leave. He drags his feet down the driveway, hoping that no unwanted attention will be drawn to him tonight. The drive there he’s fidgeting anxiously, palms growing clammy and sweaty against the leather steering wheel. He pulls into the parking lot and backs to a parking spot that so happens to be next to Tommy’s truck. He shoots Frankie a small wave from his driver’s seat. And now Frankie starts to feel at least a little bit at ease. There’s something warm and inviting about Tommy that Frankie noticed. Maybe it’s because he’s somehow got the hang of this therapy thing after only three weeks. Maybe he could ask him how he does it over a beer after a therapy session. Maybe.
“So last week didn’t scare you off?” Tommy jokes as they both get out of their trucks.
“Not yet,” Frankie jokes back, offering a small, weakened laugh.
“Proud of ya, Fish,” Tommy nods.
And with that, they head into the church and down to the institutionalized, mundane basement. They sit next to each other again just like the week before and watch the others shuffle in. And then both sets of eyes fixate on you; you and the way your hips sway as you walk down the steps, holding your head up a little bit higher than last time. Maybe you’re starting to get the hang of this, too.
You and Gin take your seats at the top of the circle and begin this week’s session. Frankie finds himself transfixed on the way you’re able to make him feel seen and heard, even with the little details he offers tonight, not quite ready to share everything yet. You do the same for the others, nodding your head when they tell you stories and offering sympathetic glances. He feels a little jealous when you do that for anyone else. But… why? Isn’t this your job?
Perhaps it’s because there’s something else there. Wait no, that’s stupid. It’s his second day of therapy and he’s falling for this therapist?
Get a grip, Frankie, he tells himself.
Tommy noticed the way Frankie looks at you, because he was doing the same last week. And the two weeks before Frankie joined. Is he jealous? Nah, he gets it. He just smirks to himself and stares down at his boots planted on the floor.
The hour and thirty minutes flies by. And Frankie’s almost sad it’s over, emphasis on almost. While he could stare at your pretty face all night, he can’t talk about his feelings and his trauma all night.
He helps himself to some cookies at the refreshment table again, a feeble reward for finishing another session, before heading up the stairs. His gaze is locked on you until you’re out of view, almost tripping up the stairs since he didn’t watch where he was going.
And Tommy watches all of this unfold and quietly chuckles to himself.
He’s got it bad, he thinks to himself.
Maybe he could help Frankie out.
In the parking lot Tommy finds Frankie walking back to his truck.
“Hey,” he calls out softly, not wanting to startle him.
Frankie turns around, mid bite into a cookie, and looks at Tommy with an eyebrow raised.
“You wanna get a drink next door at the Legion next door?” Tommy asks, pointing at the American Legion next to the church with his thumb.
It’s like Tommy read Frankie’s mind. He swallows the bite of the cookie he has in his mouth and says, “Sure” before walking next door with Tommy.
Over two bottles of Miller Lite Frankie thinks that Tommy’s going to give him tips about overcoming anxiety in therapy but the reality is… he couldn’t be more wrong.
“I saw you looking at her,” Tommy says nonchalantly.
“Huh?”
“You know who I’m talking about. Can’t say I blame ya. Been doing the same thing myself since I first started coming.”
“Oh, if you were interested in her first I’ll back off,” Frankie says sheepishly.
“No. No, that’s not what I’m saying at all brother.”
“So then what are you saying? I thought you asked me to get a beer to give me tips about getting rid of the stress of therapy,” Frankie says, unsure of what Tommy’s motive is.
“Oh, I have something that will get rid of your stress alright.”
“And that is?”
“Keep an open mind, okay?”
“Uhh-”
“A threesome.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“I’m being serious, Fish.”
“Isn’t this crossing some sort of boundary?”
“We’d all be consenting adults.”
“So what do you suggest we do? How does one approach their therapist for a threesome?”
“Let me do all the talking.”
“That’s a given.”
“We’ll approach her next week after therapy, okay?”
Frankie sighs. This is such a bad idea. But he’s also not saying no.
“Fine. But if this goes badly you’re finding us another therapy group.”
“Deal.”
-
What both men don’t know is that you’re catching onto both of them. As you and Gin are packing up the leftover cookies while Frankie and Tommy are grabbing a beer, Gin says to you, “Tommy and Frankie are so into you. I saw the way they were looking at you.”
“What? No they weren’t!” you say, shocked that she’d say such a thing.
“They were! And I’m not saying they’re into you but I’m also not not saying they’re into you,” she says as you two walk up the stairs and into the parking lot.
“Do with that what you will,” she finishes with a small smirk before walking to her car.
Maybe she’s right.
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The past two therapy sessions were nothing compared to tonight. Frankie’s more nervous than ever. And not even for the actual therapy. Tonight Tommy’s gonna propose his plan to you. And Frankie is scared shitless for your response. He doesn’t even know how he’s gonna go about asking you. How does one ask their therapist to have a threesome? Because Frankie doesn’t have a clue.
Somehow the basement feels smaller than ever. Frankie can’t even look at the refreshments table without feeling like he’s going to gag. His gaze bounces back and forth between Tommy, you, and the floor. But somehow Tommy is maintaining his ever cool demeanor, leaning back in his hair with his legs slightly spread apart, head cocked to the side with a slight smirk on his face.
And you’re going along with it, leaning fully into the idea of both men being attracted to you. And they both present their attraction to you so differently. Tommy is confident, never faltering his eye contact with you, his body language confident and flirtatious. Frankie, on the other hand, can barely bring himself to look you in the eye. The poor thing is a nervous wreck. And when he does look at you, a flustered expression washes over his face. You can’t decide which one you like more.
Therapy wraps up and normally you and Gin stick around after to talk. But this time she quickly helps put the room back together before leaving, shooting you a wink as she walks up the stairs.
Eventually the others shuffle out and it’s just you, Tommy and Frankie in the basement. The men both approach you but Frankie lets Tommy take the lead as they both discussed the week prior.
“Hey there, darlin’. We were just wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with us next door.”
Frankie winces at the nickname and in anticipation of your response. But to his surprise you say yes without missing a beat. And before Frankie knows it the three of you are heading next door to the American Legion.
Sitting at a table in the corner you, Frankie and Tommy have a couple rounds of beer. As you drink you notice Frankie starts to loosen up for once. The alcohol cuts the tension and the small talk opens him up, all thanks to Tommy’s lead.
Eventually, the conversation hits a lull and Tommy clears his throat. For a beat he looks nervous, too. But it goes away almost instantly when he talks.
“So darlin’, my friend over there has been dealing with some stress regarding therapy.”
“Completely understandable,” you say.
“I was thinking you might have a way you could help him.”
“Oh?”
A smirk graces his face. It doesn’t take long for you to pick up what he’s putting down.
“Me and him?” you ask, gesturing to Frankie.
“Me, you, and him,” Frankie says quietly.
“Oh,” you say, eyes widening.
“Right now?” you ask after a moment of contemplation.
“Eager little thing, aren’t ya?” Tommy chuckles.
“Where would we do it here?” you ask.
“I’m sure this place has loads of rooms,” Tommy says, “I’ll go look first,” he continues, before getting up and walking down the hallway across the room.
After a moment you see him appear at the end of the hallway, motioning for you and Frankie to come over.
“One at a time?” you ask, looking back at Frankie.
He nods nervously and you get up to meet Tommy in the hallway. After a moment Frankie joins you, the three of you standing in front of a door.
“Found just the place,” Tommy says, opening the door and going into the room.
It’s a large room, full of folded up tables and chairs. Tommy closes the door after you and Frankie go in, and thankfully it locks.
“They must use this room for parties,” Frankie says.
“This looks like a party to me, huh Fish?”
You can’t help but laugh. This dynamic between the two of them is too good. And it’ll be even better with you sandwiched in between them.��
“Let’s unfold one of those bad boys,” you say, pointing to one of the folded up tables.
Tommy and Frankie unfold one of the tables resting against a wall. And you waste no time taking your clothes off. They turn around once they’re done unfolding the table and their mouths fall open, completely gawking at your naked form.
“Now you’re definitely an eager little thing,” Tommy smirks, walking over to you and grabbing you by the waist. He starts by kissing your neck, sinking his teeth into it and nipping hard enough to leave a light mark. His hand trails from your waist down to your thighs, fingertips ghosting the soft flesh. Frankie watches as he kisses your neck and palms your thigh, his cock growing hard and straining against his jeans. You turn your head and look over at him, saying suggestively, “Well aren’t you gonna join us?”
Frankie gulps and walks over to you slowly, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your ass and kisses along your collarbone, on the side of your neck where Tommy isn’t. God, he’s so nervous. But it also feels right, being pressed up against you with his hands all over your body.
Tommy sinks his hand between your thighs and you part your legs a little, just enough for his fingers to graze your cunt.
“So wet already, darlin’. Bet you got wet just by looking at us back there in the church, huh?”
He’s not entirely wrong. You moan in response as he presses a finger against your clit, swirling around it tenderly.
Frankie moves up your collarbone to your neck and then up to your ear, nipping the love with his teeth before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your knees buckle due to the different spots of stimulation happening all over your body.
“Let’s get you on the table, darlin’,” Tommy chuckles, walking you over to the table with Frankie.
You situate yourself on top of it, feeling the cool plastic against your warm back, the front of your body peppered with goosebumps as you await more touch. Tommy takes some of your wetness between his fingertips, rubbing them together and pulling them apart, your wetness stretching and following the moment of his fingers. He places them in his mouth, tasting your juices and moistening his fingers for you. He slides one finger in slowly just as Frankie starts to play with your nipples. He takes them between his index finger and his thumb with light pressure, watching the way your breasts move as you breathe deeper.
“Harder,” you tell him softly, needing more.
He pinches your nipples harder, eliciting a moan from you and a chuckle from Tommy.
“Play with her body, Fish. Find out what she likes,” Tommy says as he adds a second finger.
Frankie listens to Tommy and lowers his head by your breast, this time taking a nipple in his mouth. You arch your back at the dual stimulation, both men pulling the deepest moans from you.
Frankie releases your nipple with a pop and brings his face by your ear, “Gotta be careful, sweetheart. Don’t want them to hear us, do we?”
You nod, looking him deep in the eyes when he pulls his head away from your ear, in disbelief at what you’re doing right now. But the line’s already been crossed and none of you give a shit.
Frankie goes back to sucking your nipple and Tommy curls his fingers upwards against your walls, bringing his thumb to your clit and applying pressure. He marvels at the way your cunt grips his fingers and at how soft and spongy your walls are, feeling like heaven to him. You tighten around his fingers when you get close, in no time at all.
“Gonna come for me, darlin’? Soak my fingers,” he commands.
And you do, soaking his hand down to his wrist. Your orgasm intensified by Frankie’s mouth on your breast. The muscles in your core contract and release erratically before slowing down and stopping. Tommy pulls his hand from you slowly and walks over by your head, showing you the mess you made.
“Good girl,” he says before putting his fingers in his mouth.
“Better get down there and taste her pussy, Fish. She tastes so sweet,” he continues, licking his fingers clean.
Frankie moves down between your legs, kneeling on the floor and hooking his arms around your thighs. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt and once he’s had a taste he becomes insatiable, lapping at your wetness like a man dying of thirst. While he eats you out, Tommy stays by your head, caressing your face and talking you through it.
“He’s eating your pussy real good isn’t he, darlin’?”
You can only nod in response.
“I can tell. Look at the way you’re squirming. Dirty girl getting her pussy eaten in a public place.”
Oh fuck. You’re already getting close to the edge again, thanks to Frankie’s work on your cunt. The way he eats you is indescribable; some of the best you’ve ever had, if not the best.
Frankie pushes two fingers in your cunt, desperate to try and get you to squirt for him. And this is when you start seeing stars, back arched completely and the feeling too good to even be remotely quiet. And then you cum, hard and wet. Frankie was successful, your own release soaking the table underneath you as Frankie licks your cut coming down from its high.
“Good girl,” Tommy says, looking at the mess you made.
Frankie stands up and hastily takes his cock out of his jeans. Tommy does, too, before bringing a hand back to your face and saying, “You ready, darlin’? We’re gonna take good care of you.”
Tommy and Frankie share a glance, like they both understand Tommy will get your mouth and Frankie will get your cunt. You nod and get ready for Tommy’s cock in your mouth. He holds your hair and eases it in, letting your jaw get adjusted. Meanwhile Frankie spreads your wetness on his cock and slides into your cunt. You knew he’d be big but it literally feels like he’s splitting you apart, his cock expanding your walls with each of his trusts. The table creaks and makes noises against the force of Frankie’s thrusts, all while Tommy fucks your mouth, both your cunt and mouth feeling completely full.
“You like taking two cocks at once, dirty girl?” Tommy says looking down at you, his pupils blown wide.
You hum with a “Mhm” and Tommy curses under his breath at the vibration. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as Frankie fucks you deeper and deeper, the head of his cock grazing your cervix. He licks his thumb and brings it to your cunt. You’re not gonna last much longer. Your walls tighten up around his cock, getting rest for a big release. With one last thrust of his cock and swirl of his thumb on your clit, you’re coming and coming hard, crying out at the feeling.
Your cries trigger Tommy’s orgasm, his hands gripping your hair tighter and his head thrown back in pleasure. He spills his cum down your throat and you swallow all of it before he takes his cock out, letting you catch your breath.
He stands back and puts his cock away, telling Frankie, “She’s all yours now, Fish. Wreck that little pussy.”
And with that Frankie fucks you roughly, with so much force like he’s letting out his stress, frustration, and anger. A dark look washes over his face and it’s so fucking hot, like he’s using you; like you’re just a toy to him.
You cum again, just as hard if not harder than the last one. Your whole body tingling, starting at your core and spreading outwards. And when you cum, Frankie cums, too, his cum painting your insides. He slows his thrusts before slowly pulling out of you and catching his breath.
You sit up after a month and catch your breath, too, still in bliss of the moment but also realizing that you were probably in this room for a very long time and that you need to leave. You move to get off the table and Frankie helps you to your feet, while Tommy grabs your clothes. They help you get dressed since you’re truly spent.
“Good girl,” Frankie says, kissing the top of your head once you’re dressed.
“See? All that stress melted away thanks to you, darlin’,” Tommy chuckles, walking to the door.
“One at a time,” he says. You and Frankie nod. Tommy leaves first followed by you then Frankie. On the walk through the Legion and to the parking lot you keep your gaze averted to the floor, because people are definitely suspicious.
Tommy and Frankie walk you back to your car in the church parking lot but before they leave you Tommy says, “Same time next week?”
“Sounds good to me,” Frankie says, not missing a beat.
“Deal,” you laugh before getting in your car and driving away.
Group therapy has a whole new meaning.
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@zutaraweek day 4: meeting
this one got slightly out of hand but i think i stopped it from getting entirely out of hand. but here’s a little comic about a subtle little au i’ve been drawing for a few zutara weeks now where the war ended early and kya lives (also is chief).
being a comic and having a short deadline (and also adding a page after I thought I was done), I may have taken a few short cuts and it could have been a little less messy structure wise but it’s fine
transcript, and brief image descriptions, under the cut incase it’s hard to read!
Page 1: Kya and Katara arrive to the Fire Nation, the four panel’s on this page show establishing shots of the Fire Nation.
Kya: Oh it’s so nice to be be able to really stretch your legs, don’t you think?
Katara: Maybe.
Kya: Come on now, this is exciting! You’ve never been to the Fire Nation before!
Katara: Am I even going to know anyone at the accords?
Kya: Yue might be coming this year. And Fire Lord Iroh has a nephew and niece about your age. Maybe you can be friends.
Kya: You’ll love the garden’s, I promise.
Page 2: Kya and Katara talk as they walk
Katara: I don’t see why we had to come. The other nations rarely come to us. And the foods probably bad.
Kya: The peace accords cycle through every nation every year, Katara. It’s how it’s always been done.
Katara: You could have brought Sokka.
Kya: My darling, you begged to come. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about raw Fire Nation sea slug tentacles.
Katara: Do I have to eat that?
Page 3: We switch to Zuko and Ozai talking, presumably waiting to meet Kya and Katara at the gardens. Text at the top of the page reads ‘meawhile in the Royal Gardens’
Zuko: I don’t see why we had to come. This is supposed to be Uncles job, couldn’t he have sent Lu Ten-
Ozai: Your uncle and your cousin are preoccupied doing something with the Earth Kingdom delegates this morning. This is an opportunity to do something above your status, be grateful I chose you.
Page 4: Kya and Katara continue talking
Katara: It’s just that these talks always feel pointless. Everything’s still tense. And it’s warmer then you’d said it’d be and I…I already miss home.
Kya: It’s natural to be homesick, we’re far from home. But the peace accords between nations are important if we intend to have lasting peace. We need to have a presence each year or else the Fire Nation will forget what stopped the last war. It’s important.
Kya: And it’s late fall. The summers are much worse.
Katara: There’s worse??
Page 5: Ozai continues to berate Zuko, who is uncomfortable about this. But they get interrupted as Kya and Katara arrive, and we get a shot of the turtle duck pond
Ozai: Rarely do we get the opportunity to step from your uncles shadow. Especially you.
You forget too easily because your uncle is kind. But not all of us are satisfied being third in line for the throne-
Kya, interrupting: Prince Ozai. I wasn’t expecting you.
Page 6: Kya is less then impressed with Ozai but their conversation get’s tuned out by both teens as Katara waves at Zuko and goes to give him a Southern Water Tribe forearm shake as a greeting.
Kya: I was told we would be meeting your brother, the Fire Lord, this morning.
Ozai: Chief Kya! Iroh had unexpected business. How was your voya-
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Gregory was the one to crash the elevator, not the Mimic
Hi I'm making a theory post because me and my bestie are so fucking deep in thinking about Ruin and how it completely changes the game of Era 2 fnaf so bear with me! This one has a long road to get there, but it'll be worth it I promise.
First off, just to establish some ground rules, I am following what Scott himself said about the books when they first came out and refusing to see book-only events as canon. Nothing about the Mimic we see in Ruin can be tied to the version from the books, so I'm not going to be using ANY book material as evidence unless it's also been shown in the games. The books have always taken plot points and twisted them to make something new, the Mimic is no different.
I also think Gregory deserves to be a little shit sometimes but that actually didn't cause this theory, it was a whole thing and I am forcing you all to follow along with me
(All images I use to explain things (as well as some of the points I make) were sent to me by @arcaneyouth thanks for taking the time to go through the game bestie!)
Okay. Hopefully this makes sense.
1. The Mimic that we know goes as far back as Help Wanted
I know I said this was going to be a long rant, so yes we are indeed going this far back so I can establish some things I find vital. After Ultimate Custom Night, Help Wanted was a HUGE shift in the franchise, to the point where everything after UCN is basically its own timeline. Fazbear Entertainment exists, and they did commit crimes, but Scott exists in-universe and there's no evidence Afton is anything more than a fictional villain FE can point fingers to.
Enter: the Mimic
It's been here the entire time, taking the form of Glitchtrap and learning through the code put into the game. All of its distorted voice lines are taken right from Tape Girl's files, and it seems to be emulating the thing that made people so fascinated with fnaf: the murders and who did them. So, it picks the form of a yellow bunny, but it's distorted. Spring Bonnie has never properly existed, so it chooses its own shape, which is easier as Help Wanted is entirely digital (similar to the AR world in Ruin).
Now, the most important part of this is hard mode night terrors: Pizza Party.
Now, it's implied in Help Wanted that you are simply testing this game. You are the next beta tester from the company that got sent the game after Tape Girl's got shut down. The game is unfinished, and still contains her tapes as well as things that wouldn't usually be there during a finished game (I can see why they kept the unfinished Showtime button in there because of this, and why there are some random events that can happen).
So because of this, it's very possible that Pizza Party...doesn't exist.
They didn't have a finished ending to the game yet, but the Mimic had been watching you play, and wanted to keep going. Maybe it was studying you, maybe it was studying the game, but it needs the game to be on to study either. So, to give you a fun final challenge, it creates Pizza Party.
It doesn't make sense. Corridors connect to each other in strange ways, bits and pieces of every single minigame are strewn about randomly, with characters only doing the simplest of actions (Chica going for a pizza, Marionette sitting in its box, Springtrap standing in a doorway, etc.) All of this leads to that finale we all know and love; taking Freddy's place on stage.
And here is where the first thing relevant to Ruin comes into play.
One thing from this ending dialogue doesn't match up. It's in that third image.
The narrator refers to himself in the first person.
Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but he has NEVER done that in this game before. It's always "we" or "Fazbear Entertainment". Never "I", or in this case "my". It even replicates the exact phrasing and structure of the sentence before it, it's the same sentence. This is the Mimic.
And here's the proof;
2. It literally does the exact same thing in Ruin (aka: how it affected the VANNI system)
Now, those of you who have played Ruin may have noticed that, in certain dialogues, Helpi looks...different.
Points where Helpi is yellow seem to indicate times when the Mimic is manipulating what it says (anything that tells Cassie how to shut down the security, anything that gets her deeper into the Pizzaplex. Helpi only goes back to blue to clarify what it said to keep her safe while doing it).
But there's one other thing that's different
Just look at all of those instances of first person language.
And, in case you're wondering, Helpi NEVER does this
Helpi talks in a very corporate way, always only referring to Cassie herself. Helpi isn't a character, it's a tutorial program.
This implies one really huge thing: The Mimic has access to the VANNI network and what it can do. It's using this to push Cassie further into the Pizzaplex, but there's also one thing in particular it's connected to.
3. The Mimic learned how to splice together sentences after connecting to the VANNI network
As stated before, the Glitchtrap in Help Wanted is heavily implied to be the Mimic (there is SO much more evidence I didn't touch on) but the most important part was what I stated before: It was using dialogue from other people to make its own sentences. But not in the same way it does in Ruin.
In Help Wanted, ALL of the dialogue implied to be from the Mimic is direct sentences it has taken in their entirety. It's not making something new, it's just repeating back what it's heard. That's clearly not the case in Ruin, it's talking all the time! It's able to instruct Cassie on what to do!
But, all of the things it says are bits and pieces from Gregory's dialogue in Security Breach. ALL of it. It just learned, through Helpi and the VANNI system, how to start piecing together its own sentences that still make sense. In fact, you can hear it very clearly right when you get towards Roxy Raceway, and Gregory announces he "finally has a clear signal", one that lets you hear exactly where all those cuts in the dialogue are happening.
Almost immediately after you deactivate Roxy, you get this popup
After this happens, there are only a few things the Mimic says to you.
All of these are direct 1 to 1 quotes that Gregory himself has said in Security Breach. (The exception being Cassie's name, but the Mimic would have had to heard him say it at some point in the first place to have been using it all this time)
As soon as the VANNI network became disconnected, the Mimic no longer had access to what it was using to splice together audio.
The fact that "you saved me!" is said differently twice is even proven by Help Wanted where, even though the line it copies in that ending dialogue is just said again, it's delivered differently.
Which leads to the ENTIRE point of this post: the Mimic did NOT interrupt Gregory in the elevator.
It has been proven even without all of this in-game that the Mimic isn't quite that good at fully replicating things yet. You can hear the splices as soon as you get close enough to it, it even points out that it finally has a clear signal, which was the reason Cassie never noticed before. Not to mention that Gregory never said anything like his speech before. None of that dialogue was in Security Breach.
None of the elevator speech was the Mimic. That was all Gregory.
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#fnaf ruin#ruin#fnaf ruin theory#fnaf theory#theory post#listen. Listen. The Captions Having Poor Timing Does Not Mean Anything#Okay? Do We All Understand Please?#i cannot tell you how genuinely infuriating that was tbh the captions had shitty timing the entire game it was CONSTANTLY doubling up on#itself even in security breach#so the fact that THAT was everyones MAIN SOURCE OF EVIDENCE was so. it was so#anyway. i have my own evidence now
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Welcome, to Not Hero Material
[insert lineup because this came to be hours before posting this so i have nothing currently]
About Not Hero Material
Not Hero Material is just your average rise au..
hahahaha
no it's not
welcome to rise approximately 30 football fields to the left where the boys are just a little extra unhinged
splinter ran away from his kids partially because they have a few screws loose so instead of giving them a good outlet for their manic brains he ran. A+ parenting, will get murdered if he dares return
raph is a big ass teddy bear but he isn't all sunshine and rainbows if you aren't family. he is second most unhinged [just barely above mikey] but is very good at hiding it
leo lost all his marbles after an accident during an experiment with donnie when they were kids. he doesn't remember things well and can't talk [can make the little noises the fandom has a love for giving the turtle boys], he is super sweet and will accept friendship from just about anyone. he is the least unhinged on technicality he'd just as unhinged as donnie if not for the accident [he does not have enough marbles left to be unhinged unfortunately]
donnie.. okay so i'm gonna need ya'll to imagine canon rise donnie, now turn the chaos up to 1000, and add a love of torture and murder. does feel bad about what happened to leo. also collects knives. most unhinged, do not try and talk your way out of his torture chair.. it will not work
mikey has a passion for making people think they've gone crazy. will not get his hands dirty except on special occasions. still loves to cook and make art. third most unhinged is not afraid to let you know that either
april is the boys big sister/best friend. she knows they're a bit screwy in the head but she still loves them. works retail and donnie will hack any problem customers bank accounts for the hell of it
draxum [also an important character because i said so] is dragged into the chaos of the boys on account of donnie insisting he help him attempt and fix leo's mind [they can't]. eventually endears himself to the boys and becomes their father figure who is mildly concerned for their sanity
this is what i lovingly refer to as my unhinged au. i can guarantee that it could/will get way too dark for some people. at the end of the day it is the au that will make ya'll realize there is a reason one of my at work mantra's is "murder is not okay". all my unhinged thoughts are coming here to hang out. you have been warned
What to expect to see with Not Hero Material
here on tumblr i'll be posting art, reference images, and any small stories that don't fit the main narrative.
anything written will be posted on ao3 (links will be added here as they are posted)
Want to interact with Not Hero Material?
if you see Not Hero Material and decide you want to make fanart or whatever else you are 100% welcome to. there is only one rule no t//c3st besides that you can do whatever you want with my au as long as you tag me so i can see it.
i will also answer questions sent to my ask box about Not Hero Material
Other Links:
[nothing to see here... yet]
#not hero material#magnus' unhinged rise au#rottmnt au#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise raph#rise leo#rise donnie#rise mikey#unpause rottmnt#rise season 3
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Taking Pictures, a bit of what I learned
A small post with some "tips" that i sent on Twitter condensed on a single post here on Tumblr. i think with the organization here will be better for sharing later on ^^
Framing
Picturing (pun intended) what you are trying to show beforehand helps a lot on keeping a clear vision of the final image. The famous rule of thirds its super important to make pleasant and cohesive pics, This is more focused for scenery shots, but works to close ups as well, having natural "frames" within your subject makes it popout more! it can be trees around your character, a window, a door, a fountain arching over, a light beam, anything really works.
What you are trying to tell through your pictures?
Playing with Angles
This is the most fun part i must admit, i always loved playing with angles to make my pics unique, but what i learned is that sometimes the simplest is the best, but always experiment with new things!
Negative Space
Negative space is a concept of filling the picture with "nothing", meaning, your background although important for the picture it doesn't draw too much attention to it, it greatly helps keeping what you want to show up in focus.
Leading Lines
Well, this one is rather complicated to achieve, i can find examples of it but can't replicate it the way i wanted ingame. The idea behind the concept its to use geometry and light to direct your eyes to the focus of the image. Exemples of that would be a flow of a river, nature growing in a single direction, light beams and many, many more!
Color Theory
Ah yes, color theory its the thing a lot of people talk about but never goes in-depth, reason being its subjective, but also very defined.
Here some psycology of the colors.
White - purity, innocence, cleanliness, sense of space, neutrality
Black - authority, power, strength, evil, intelligence
Gray, neutral, timeless, practical, boring
Red - love, romance, gentle, warmth, comfort
Orange - happy, energetic, excitement, enthusiasm, warmth
Yellow - happiness, laughter, cheery, warmth, optimism
Green - natural, cool, growth, money, health
Blue - calmness, serenity, cold, uncaring, wisdom
Purple - royalty, wealth, sophistication, wisdom, exotic
Brown - reliability, stability, friendship, sadness, warmth
Pink - romance, love, gentle, calming, agitation
Complementary colors are the most common way to make it stand out due to contrast, speaking of which.
Contrast
There is a bunch of ways to make contrast happens. Light and Dark, Nature and Buildings, Opposite Colors and many, many more, but as the other topics i talked about the idea its to draw attention to the focus point, natural light can make it even better
Visual Hierarchy
Framing, Colors, Contrast, and Spacing, you have to think all of that before you take the picture, The idea is to use the whole canvas to tell the story of your picture.
Analyse
Not really a lesson, but more a suggestion, try new things, even your older shots can be remade into something stunning if you aproach it from a different angle, me and my gf did a shot a while back, but we were thinking on what we could improve, and we did improve it a lot!
Style
Developing a style comes with time i guess, i don't even know mine at the time of writing this post, but im sure i'll find it and so do you who was reading until now. Wish all the people who did the best of luck!
Don't forget to smile!
Kisses - Angela
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Greetings Good People of Tumblr! It is I, Andy Wheyface, logging in to give you my insights into the most spectacular television program - a little show called DUCKTALES, starring my fellow billionaire, Scrooge McDuck! (And his nephews, who I presume are locked in perpetual battle with each other to secure his affections and inherit his vast riches!)
To celebrate Arden's Indiegogo campaign for our third season hitting another big milestone, I've just watched the DuckTales theme song sequence. And I must say, my mind is positively RACING from these intriguing (and highly realistic) sights and sounds.
For starters, look at this! A WAVE of MONEY? Genius! Naturally I also have an unimaginable quantity of golden coins in a big vault such as this one (more on that later) - but I never considered installing a wave machine capable of creating a monstrous, crashing tsunami of gold that will rain down upon my body and sweep me up in its unstoppable path... until NOW!
Next, consider this helicopter. I know what you're thinking - "Andy, you're an eccentric billionaire! Surely you're not impressed by a helicopter, of which you must own several!" How well you know me!
But what I don't own... is a helicopter piloted BY a DUCK! But of course, it makes perfect sense - ducks are masters of the skies already, flying as they do upon their majestic wings. So naturally they'd make excellent pilots.
And now, I can hear you saying, "Andy, if you're building a powerful duck army in New York City, a legion of ducks stronger than anything this world has ever seen before, perhaps you should provide them with helicopters," and let me assure you: plans ARE already in motion. But I thank you for the suggestion just the same!
Now what exactly is happening here? It's unclear, but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say that Scrooge McDuck is walking through some sort of rejuvenating energy field that will make him feel younger in mind, body, and spirit. Based on this image alone, I can promise you that my duck army WILL be equipped with state-of-the-art rejuvenating energy fields, as I've gathered that they must be extremely important to ducks of some prominence!
Ahh, now this view will look familiar to all of you - we all have a spiral staircase leading down to our money vaults, do we not? I certainly do!
And THIS view will look familiar to those of you who have been hospitalized for trying to dive into an enormous custom-built vault full to the brim with golden coins, as inspired by Scrooge McDuck himself!
I am, OF COURSE, talking about ME, Andy Wheyface! As it turns out, slamming into a mound of solid gold at a high velocity is not nearly as comfortable as you'd think!
The pain was agonizing!
Good People, this particular screencap sent a chill down my spine, so much did it remind me of when another type of vicious underwater beast (sea lions) attacked my underwater casino - an event that is still having unexpected consequences upon the duck community to this day!
And such occurrences remind us of the fragility of life, of the constant danger lurking around every corner, of the need to ARM ducks against threats of all kinds. Which is why I've already commissioned robot duck suits just like this one, so MY ducks will not have to live in fear! I told you this title sequences was full up to the brim with inspiration! I have no idea what's happening here, but I DO know with every fiber of my being that it's a SPECTACULAR idea!
Now, this moment made me pause, so deep in contemplation as I was. When they soar above the clouds, flapping their wings mightily as the wind carries them across the heavens like a starlit highway... do ducks dream of going to space? Do they have ambitions of seeing the Earth from above?
Would that we could ask them such lofty queries....
Anyway, I've now commissioned a tiny rocket to carry ducks to space, so I suppose we'll find out soon enough!
Another interesting thought here - ducks accessing GENIE technology! What would a duck wish for, had it access to all the powers and mysteries of the universe? Wealth? Power? An unlimited supply of pretzels? ALL OF THE ABOVE?
YES!!!
And if someone - say, an eccentric billionaire and owner of Wheyface Industries - provide the ducks with such things... would they view ME as a genie? Or even as a GOD?!
And that, good people, has been my commentary on DuckTales, a vivid documentarian glimpse into the upper crust of duck society!
And if you have been inspired by this magnificent program, let me offer you this advice:
Put on some body padding before diving into your coin vault. Your bones will thank you!
If you'd like to earn more rewards like my DuckTales commentary, donate to Arden's season three campaign on Indiegogo and help us reach more milestones!
#arden pod#Wheyface Wednesdays#arden podcast#andy wheyface#support arden season 3 on indiegogo now#arden season 3#indiegogo#ducktales#scrooge mcduck
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Animation Night 140: Kerberos, cont.
Hi friends welcome back to Animation Night! It’s the night where I screen animations on Twitch and sometimes you come and watch them.
Last week we shone the Animation Night beam on Hiroyuki Okiura, and I was surprised by how great his film A Letter to Momo turned out to be. The plan had been that on Tuesday I’d bring back the other film night, ‘Toku Tuesday’, in order to watch Mamoru Oshii’s Kerberos film trilogy, leading into the third entry being Hiroyuki Okiura’s film Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade. I did that, but I had to end the night early after only one film. So, it’s rolled over into Animation Night this week.
But that’s an opportunity in a way, because this gives us a chance to dig up a fascinating Oshii obscurity. More on that in a minute!
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That film we watched on Tuesday was The Red Spectacles, and it was fucking fascinating. Going into Kerberos by reputation I expected some kind of philosophical meditation on power and an alternate history setting, but this was something a lot stranger. I wrote a more detailed commentary on it here, but to my reading, this surreal film is essentially there to probe the warped fantasy of a self-important fascist who’s terrified of betrayal, when he’s much more of a traitor than any of them. However, as an introduction, it doesn’t really tell much more about the broader Kerberos story, beyond the fanaticism of the organisation’s members.
The actual event we learn about is: Kōichi, high-ranking member of the heavily armed paramilitary police organisation ‘Kerberos’, slunk away with a suit of power armour when the state dissolved the organisation. Later he came back to Japan, and was promptly killed.
It’s followed by prequel StrayDog: Kerberos Panzer Cop, which is a more literal film, following another Kerberos member who goes looking for Kōichi in the Phillipines. Although this is not at all animated, I am going to show it tonight regardless. We’ve shown an animated OVA on Toku Tuesday before, you can allow me one (1) live action film, as context for one of the most renowned animated films of the 90s. I think it’s worth showing what Okiura was building on when we get to his film, particularly since this film establishes even more the gruesome image of Kerberos suits in action.
About Jin-Roh, I don’t have much more to say beyond what I said last week, so here’s a slightly revised version of that.
The person chosen to be the director of Jin-Roh in Oshii’s stead ended up being 'allergic to computers’ Okiura, judged the most promising of the studio’s younger generation and eager to direct a serious drama film. Though Oshii wrote the original script, Okiura made many decisions that Oshii wouldn’t; his take on the story put a bit more emphasis on the romantic relationship, and he ambitiously decided to do a film with no CGI whatsoever at a sprawling 80,000 cels, punishingly realistic designs and understated action, and all sorts of complex technical crowd shots.
By all accounts, he succeeded. His film is heavily in an Oshii idiom: very slow and contemplative, morally ambiguous, set in the near future, about cops. Its story tells of a member of a counter-terrorism unit in the context of widespread protests. Power-armoured Kerberos are sent as ‘counter-terrorists’ to suppress the protests, which becomes a massacre as they turn their machine guns on the crowd. The story follows Kazuki Fuse, who decides not to gun a girl only for her to set off a suicide bomb, disgracing him in the eyes of his unit.
Later, wracked with guilt, he encounters a woman called Kei who claims to be the suicide bomber’s sister. Kazuki makes a connection with her, not knowing at first that she is also a bomb courier like the girl he shot, or the broader context of infighting between Kerberos and their rival Public Security that brought them together.
To spoil the ending, Kazuki becomes increasingly attracted to Kei, while dreaming feverishly about shooting her in the sewers as he was supposed to shoot the suicide bomber. He and Kei become involved with a conspiracy within Kerberos, the ‘Wolf Brigade’, which succeeds in assassinating their enemies in Public Security - but then at the end Kazuki is ordered to shoot Kei and he declares himself a ‘wolf’, dedicated himself wholly to Kerberos.
I found this rather academic video on Youtube, which talk in some detail about how the film invokes the metaphor of Little Red Riding Hood in characterising Kazuki:
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To Pause and Select’s telling, Jin-Roh is at pains to complicate the simple wolf/victim dichotomy of Little Red Riding Hood. From a ‘having faced lines of cops at a street protest’ POV, I’m not sure how that will come across really, and I think it’s possible I’ll reach some kind of divergent reading.
The background to Jin-Roh is the social movements I’ve talked about occasionally on here before. To put it briefly, Oshii (much like Oshima, and to a certain extent Miyazaki) was apparently involved the second wave Anpo protests in 1970 against renewing the treaty that allows the US to maintain bases on Japanese soil. In the 50s, the US had used Japanese infrastructure to carry out the Korean War, to significant profit of many people in Japan, and their military presence was pretty significance. The movement - popular in particular with leftist students - wanted Japan to have a more neutral role in the Cold War. The government’s efforts to push through a continuation of the treaty led to major clashes with police in the 60s; a second wave of protests in 1970, following the student riots of 68-69, were less disruptive and completely ignored by the government.
As for Oshii’s role in all this? I’m not sure; I downloaded the book Stray Dog of Anime that Wikipedia uses as a source and it’s kind of vague.
In any case, the ‘60s movement was a major failure, and the student movement fell into infighting and recrimination that later gave rise to the New Left. (This is portrayed in films like Ōshima’s Night and Fog in Japan). In the aftermath, the Japanese left took some weird turns, like Yodogō Hijacking Incident, and tragic ones, like the Asama-Sansō Incident (watch as Bryn reels off her list of ‘weird things that happened in Japan in the 70s’ again...); it otherwise became increasingly sidelined during the economic boom of the 80s. You can see the shadow of all these events in films like Akira (AN34); by the time of Jin-Roh, they were now distant history.
Okiura, born 1966, would have been way too young to have seen these protests. The protest scenes, drawn by (who else could it be?) Toshiyuki Inoue, are nevertheless striking encapsulations of the tension of a crowd facing down a police line. As Pause and Select’s video noted, the police are actually on the back foot here, cowering behind their shields under a barrage of projectiles. In the world of Jin-Roh, the conflict has escalated considerably beyond the Anpo protests, to the edge of civil war. So they decide to escalate to military levels of force.
The colour palette of Jin-Roh is very muted, greys and browns everywhere; the acting is generally kept very grounded, the proportions of the characters are only barely stylised. Very ‘Production I.G.’ in other words. That kind of approach raises the question of ‘why not do it in live action’. For someone who loves traditional animation for its own sake the look of this film is answer in itself, but you could answer that in various ways beyond simple practicality (it is difficult to draw an enormous crowd but expensive to close off a street and shoot a scene involving a large crowd and pyrotechnics). One might be that later there was a Korean live action remake of Jin-Roh and it wasn’t very good. But why? Perhaps it is that there is a certain abstracting effect of animation that turns its characters, no matter how realist they are drawn, into symbols, and this is a story that constantly compares its characters to archetypes in a fable. I might have more of an answer later.
Anyway, I mentioned another Oshii oddity, and that is Tachiguishi-Retsuden (立喰師列伝); you could kind of break down that title very literally as ‘Biographies of the Stand-up Eating Masters’, but the official English translation is Tachigui: The Amazing Lives of the Fast Food Grifters. If you remember those noodle bar scenes in The Red Spectacles, this expands on that concept, presenting a kind of mockumentary alternate history of Japan that focuses on various grifters who exploit these noodle bars. Bizarre concept, where the hell did that come from? It actually began in one of Oshii’s episodes of Urusei Yatsura, whose characters were adopted into the radio drama that preceded The Red Spectacles.
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Why on Animation Night? Well, the technique used is a strange blend of live action and animation, described thus:
Tachiguishi-Retsuden is a documentary-style animation film created with an innovative technique named "Superlivemation". Oshii first experimented this flat 3D technique in his 2001 live-action feature Avalon as a visual effect for explosions in Ash's game, then he developed it, the following years, in both the MiniPato short films and PlayStation Portable game. Characters have a tiny body and an oversized head which makes them look funny. They are animated like paper dolls (ペープサート人形, papsart ningyou) and are evolving in a pictures based environment in the likes of the JibJab Brothers' (Gregg and Evan Spiridellis) musical comedy cartoons, e.g. 2・0・5 Year In Review, although Mamoru Oshii stated his own work was a "serious comedy".
The Superlivemation consists of digitally processing then animating, paper puppet theater-style characters and locations based on real photographs. In Tachiguishi-Retsuden more than 30,000 photographs were processed 20 times, to produce the final composite to be animated.
The director describes his new animation film as set between "a simple animation with extremely intense information" and "a live-action movie with extremely limited information".
Avalon (TT#39) used the ‘superlivemation’ technique (which could be considered something like a variant on ‘pixilation’) for deaths in its videogame world; upon dying, a character would be replaced with a 2D composite before suffering a disintegrating effect. An entire movie shot with this technique sounds absolutely deranged, hopefully in a good way. I honestly have no idea how this one will play out; there may be a reason it’s almost unknown. But if Animation Night has one absolutely necessary element, it’s plumbing the archives for something fucked up and weird, so I’ll tell you what I make of it.
And that’s enough writing, let’s get going. With three films to get through, I’m gonna go live around now - I know it’s a lot earlier than it has been lately! I hope you feel like joining me; we’ll be watching StrayDog, Jin-Roh and then Tachiguishi-Retsuden in that order.
Hop in over at twitch.tv/canmom, mobies start in about 30 minutes (20:00 UK time)!
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Why is Grindr like that?
Put my photo up, cute one, maybe the cutest I have; the kinda photo you look at and think, "Oh, they seem cute," within five minutes, BOOM!! cock. Now, I'm not a prudish girly. I can appreciate a dick pic from time to time, but please tell me why these "men"
(for can we really call a creature, so debased by its urges, a man. Can we truly, and in good conscience, label "man" as something which will send a girl young enough to be its own daughter a picture of its cock, I truly do not know, but I digress)
See fit to send the most horrid angles imaginable? There are two which I have seen to be most pervasive. The first I will label is the 'aerial landscape:' A photo in which the phone is hoisted above a body situated most typically in a reclined position to create an image much like this illustration.
Figure 1: A third-person illustration of the posing method 'aerial landscape' in which we see a man take a photo of himself and his genitalia from an elevated position.
He creates the effect of his body as a landscape atop which trots all sorts of nature's creatures(lice, dirt, poor hygiene, etc.) As if enticing the viewer to come. He hopes his image will engender it's viewers with the same feelings as a nation's tourist advertisements. But unbeknownst to him, his dirty cock and nude body do not illicit the same reactions as beautiful helicopter photography of the Swiss Alps, or Scandinavian Fjords.
The second and more elusive angle I have entitled the "majesty." Despite its name, this angle is anything but majestic. Instead, just as with the former, it seeks to emulate that which holds beauty, the wonder when gazing upon a mountain or of man's tallest creations. The sense of majesty and splendor created by something so much grander than yourself. Unfortunately, and once again, his cock may not live up to these expectations.
Figure 2: A first-person illustration of the posting method 'majesty' in which we see a man's face eclipsed by his erect penis from the perspective of the phone
In conclusion, if you, as a man, wish to send a picture of your 'member' erect or otherwise, to a young woman, especially one such as myself, please first take the time to work through a simple set of criteria:
Is my angle truly enticing(ask someone whom you trust and more importantly whom is willing to help you)
Is the lighting favorable to me and my member
have I taken proper care to clean myself before
finally, and most important, is this being sent with consent
Now with that last point, I understand that using Grinder in and of itself constitutes a form of minimal consent for this type of behavior, but I still think it should not be encouraged especially when performed so sloppily.
If you wish to improve your dick pic 'game,' I suggest heading to sites such as tumblr.com or twitter.com, where you may gaze upon the work of the mighty transfemme. Just as with the Dutch Masters of old, these women have perfected the art of the dick pic. They understand lighting, composition and enticement. They know how to leave the viewer intrigued.
Please, before you send me another dick pic, just ask, and then maybe put on some panties; leave a little something to the imagination, you fucking troglodytes.
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A puzzle for the Tumblr sleuths
So today (6/29/2023) I was handed this piece of paper and asked if I could read the penciled writing on the second page.
I can't. And it turns out to be a bit of a mystery.
So, context. The ink handwriting belongs to my paternal grandfather, who developed a very specific hand as a finance officer for the US Army. I can read that easily enough. It seems to be the lyrics for a hymn (the "city four-square" is presumably heaven) ... but it's not any hymn I've ever heard, nor one my dad could find in his giant internet hymn index (yeah, that's a thing). Originally we thought he'd written down the lyrics so he could sing them in church, but now it's looking more like he ... wrote his own hymn? He wasn't known to write music, but he was a deeply religious man who taught Sunday School for decades, so maybe? Weird that none of us ever heard about it, though.
(And hey, hi, before you dunk on the guy for his religiosity, this is the grandfather who made sure, after his son married a half-Jewish woman, that his very Jewish-looking granddaughter knew all about the Holocaust and that Nazis are to be FUCKED UP AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY, do not pass go, do not collect 200 Nazi dollars, especiallyif they were going after Jews. He's why I started that riot in the third grade. He also considered participating in the desegregation of the Army to be one of the greatest honors of his life. The man wasn't perfect, but for a dude born in 1918, he was TRYING. I get religious trauma, I HAVE religious trauma, but Granddad generally tried to be one of the less shitty ones.)
More context. This piece of paper was found in a box of old family photos and documents that Dad's sister sent us with the explanation that "your baby pictures are in there". Some of the images Dad recognizes; some contain people and places that ring absolutely no bells. (It happens when you're an Army brat raised all over the world, 70-odd years ago. He doesn't have any particular memory problems, but nobody remembers everything after 70 years.)
The pencil handwriting is NOT Granddad's, nor Grandma's. Dysgraphia kinda runs in the family, though, so it could be a relative. The only candidate we could think of was Granddad's sister, Alice, from whom we have no handwriting samples, but Granddad and Alice didn't get along AT ALL and I don't know why she'd have been writing on his piece of paper. They were hardly ever in the same physical space after about 1940.
Additional context: Granddad was in the Army from 1940 to 1960 and moved around A LOT, so very few things got kept from pre-1960. Thus, either this paper is post-1960, or it was really important, or both. Granddad died in 2000, and his arthritis fucked up his handwriting before that, so I would estimate the ink text was created no later than 1990. Going by the color and condition of the paper, I would guess it's significantly older than that.
I don't know who put it in the box with the photos; it might have been my aunt, or Alice (who was close with my aunt), or literally anyone else. We're hoping the pencil text will explain the ink.
Oh. And Granddad was absolutely privy to some wild shit in the Army, so there is a slim but nonzero chance this is bizarro spy nonsense. I know he turned down one job offer from the CIA, but that story always had the air of "they already knew me from that thing that time". I very much doubt this is spy shit, but you never exactly know. Every few years I find out something new and insane about my grandparents.
So, uh ... anyone know how I might get some help reading this thing?
P.S. If you need something to call him other than Granddad, feel free to use JB or his Army nickname--Bear. Yeah, I know. But dude was a GIGANTIC BEARLIKE HUMAN. The name fit.
#help request#puzzle#mystery#historic document#i guess#uhhh#paleography#idk whether this is actually paleography#dysgraphia#history mystery#kat's weird family#kat's awesome granddad#handwriting#can anyone read this#bear's note#bear's hymn#bear's mystery
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💫, 🎀, 💥, 💋, 💌 for the writing asks 🥰
thank you so much for the questions 🥰
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
i love love love long comments where the reader just goes over a whole list of things that stuck with them while reading, little details, images, ways a character acted, something the characters said; i just absolutely adore hearing about what the reader felt while reading my fics, how a particularly angsty passage put them in their feelings, a very fluffy bit sent them giggling and smiling at the screen, or a smutty scene had them losing their mind skfjshsfh. i also love when people tell me they've got passages from my fics screenshotted on their phone or quoted in their journals, or when they tell me that something i wrote helped them smile when they were sad, or helped them through a difficult time, or simply managed to distract them from real life problems, even if just for a bit. i love knowing that my writing can have a positive impact on other people's lives, no matter how small it might be <3
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
i think i'm pretty good at coming up with new images to express the kind of visceral love i write about whenever i write milex, both with the romantic and sexual aspect of it; i also think i do a good job at making the most of the more "aesthetic" part of writing - making sure my words and sentences not only make sense, but also "look good" together. i want my writing to sound as poetic and melodious as it can, that's really important to me and i tend to spend a lot of time trying to achieve that :)
💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
my least kudos'd fic is the third and final part of my 'satin and lace' series, 'of loving at will, of loving till death'. my venice honeymoon fic <3 one that, in many ways, closed a chapter of my life that started back when i posted the first part of this series; if you know me, you also know how much this trilogy means to me. writing and posting the last part not only felt like a challenge, but also a quite emotional one sjfhshsjgh because i knew i'd miss those chaotic smitten husbands so much </3
despite it having less kudos than other fics of mine, i'm still really fond of this one. i made so much research for it - which now results in me knowing a whole lot of random trivia about venice - and i'm very satisfied with how realistic and accurate the descriptions of the city turned out, as well as the way they mixed with the expression of their love, the romance and drama of it all... plus i went on vacation this summer and spent a day in venice (i'd visited once when i was a kid but didn't remember much) and it just meant so much to me, visiting that city now that it holds a whole new and special meaning to me <3 it felt so !!!! walking around those sunny alleys and crossing all those bridges over the canals, imagining miles and alex doing the same, hand in hand, disgustingly in love with each other. it was just so magical and special - and i think that fic really captures the spirit of venice as a whole 💙💜
💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?
absolutely!! i think it's not only ao3 etiquette, but also like... the whole point of it? if i leave a comment it's because i want the author to know i loved their work, and if they never reply i feel like a. they secretly hate me or smth or b. they haven't seen my comment and now they won't know i loved their fic!!!!! when i know damn well that they don't hate me and they also most likely saw the comment and appreciated it, but just didn't reply for whatever reason. some people don't reply to comments and that's okay skfjshfhs but i certainly do in most cases and i definitely want to hear back from other writers when i leave one myself!!
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
okay okay so. this is all assuming i don't have a mental breakdown over it and drop it lmao but basically. it's a long-fic. two and a half chapters are already written. it's very angsty and alex is a stupid self-loathing idiot in it (<3). their performance of 'last night i dreamt' by the smiths @ alexandra palace is an out of context spoiler for it. that's all i can say without getting into spoilery details and/or giving away the whole premise of it gkskfjsdhgk
#i'm very excited about it!! it's being kind of a feisty one to write but i'm slowly working my way through it#i can already tell it's going to be a bitch to edit but i can't wait to get to that part because that'll mean i'm done with the main writin#i actually can't wait to finish it and have it ready to be posted it's kind of insane how much i want that but alas 😔 i'm a slow writer 😔#anyway yeah pray for me that i can actually finish it lmao#thank you again for the ask these are always so much fun!!#answered#writing asks
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[image ID: a screenshot of a Tumblr interaction.
On May 3, someone posted, “[cloud emoji]: [redacted] blinkies <3 anti abuse only plz,” with six blinkies, captioned “all made at blinkie.cafe”
On June 2, critical-collective reblogged the original post. A third person reblogged this reblog, saying, “Many of those you would consider pro-abuse would consider themselves anti-abuse, and I can firmly say that even without knowing your stance. Sorry, but this is literally the same as ‘basic DNI,’ ‘DNI shitheads.’”
critical-collective reblogged from the third person, adding the tags, “#tbh i didnt even see that anti abuse thing when i first rbed #i was just captivated by the rolal blinkie #but rbing for that addition #also important to say that you cant really control who uses the things you post to public domain”
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I’ve been seeing this take more and more often among people I would consider friends/closely acquainted comrades, and I strongly disagree. It’s kind of worrying, actually. I’d wanted to address this earlier, and even started drafting this post weeks ago, but unfortunately stress + ADHD made me unable to actually finish writing it until now.
I remember seeing a similar sentiment around here from this following set of answers to anons. I hadn’t wanted to say anything about those answers at the time, because I was triggered and distressed, and thought it wasn’t really important enough of an issue to make a fuss about. But I think I’ll talk about it now, and I’ll also take this chance to address these in the same post, because they run on similar faulty logics.
[image ID: three asks sent to a person (not through Tumblr) about 1 month ago.
The first ask:
I see that many [[people in a certain community/demographic] think that [thing which is a form of sexual abuse] does not count as real sexual abuse,] but [they see that] others unfortunately [are] being real victims of predators and get sexually abused [(what does count as “real sexual abuse” under their framework)], so although wouldn't it be more logical to be anti-abuse than anti-[term for a set of behaviors which all constitute abuse (we believe we are correct in considering them to be abuse), though the aforementioned individuals believe that only some of them are abuse)]?
answer:
“Anti abuse” sounds like “anti bad things, pro good things” to me.
second ask:
Are you not anti bad things pro good things?
answer:
I try not to define my political positions in ways that describe my attitude more than what I actually want.
third ask:
But some people do think abuse is good, even things they themselves consider “abuse” (with that word).
answer:
Most people I’ve come across agreed with me that abuse is bad. We just defined abuse differently. And that, together with how sensationalized the concept of abuse is and how easily people get aggressive at the slightest implication that they support abuse, makes me not want to use this word as often. There are other ways to say the same thing.
Some portions have been redacted. The text in brackets was edited in by me to clarify context or make things easier to read.
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(I’m aware that this might make the OPs feel attacked. To clarify, I don’t intend this as an attack of some sort, just as a way to air my disagreements and frustrations and possibly provide useful information or arguments. Usually I don’t say anything at all when a friend/close acquaintance says something which I find problematic, because I don’t want to make people mad/upset at me, and feel like nobody would agree anyway. I’m not mad and don’t want any apologies; just bringing up points for consideration.)
It’s very important to me that people do not confuse what “should” be done from what “can” be done. It’s true, for example, that it’s difficult to truly have control over who reuses your designs you post to Tumblr. That doesn’t, however, make it wrong for you to wish for your creations to be reshared in respectful and ethical ways. Is it actually wrong for someone to violate a “do not use this if you are X”? I don’t know; the ethical considerations surrounding boundaries regarding non-direct interactions like these are far more ambiguous and difficult to determine. That doesn’t mean, however, that we should use doomer arguments—the logic of “you can’t enforce this, which is why you should not expect (want) people to respect this” itself can be applied to anything. Including boundaries that are much more obviously obligatory to respect. Leaving this open is dangerous. A similar set of arguments applies to DNIs in general.
And is it wrong for, say, a bigot to interact with a marginalized person who says “people bigoted against my identity DNI”? IMO, yes, but not really because I’d say “all DNIs are always inherently wrong to violate”; it’s because a bigot, with the beliefs they hold, makes those marginalized people unsafe. But the very same DNIs that are (pretty much) most unambiguously unethical to cross are also the ones which are hardest to enforce, because by definition bigots do not care about the boundaries of marginalized people. But, using this to argue against DNIs as a whole misunderstands the reason why many people say “[bigoted group] DNI.” They know that it’s not really enforceable without a block, but it sends a message: that this is what they want, and it indicates what they believe, and that they are likely hostile to bigotry. The same logic applies to abuse apologia.
This is in no way the same as things like “basic DNI criteria” or “DNI shitheads.” “Basic DNI criteria” and “shitheads” are nebulous, basically impossible to define universally, because they can’t be the same among everyone; they're by themselves vague and extremely subjective. But “abuse” is not such a term. Abuse is possible (arguably easy!) to define objectively, and one should expect people to adhere to a single definition of “abuse” (and believe that it exists). Of course most people don't agree on what constitutes “abuse”—and that is a problem, actually! Most people are abuse apologists; that’s not a good thing. Of course most people aren't the type of edgelord that’s unironically supportive of what they personally believe does constitute “abuse.” That doesn’t mean they’re not actually pro-abuse though; it means they’re wrong thinking some abuse isn’t real abuse. But the solution to that is not to cater to their abuse apologia, to coddle them and refuse to tell them the truth for the sake of some liberal ideals of “tolerance” for a “diversity of opinions.” Some opinions are not valid! Some opinions are harmful!
Bigots (in general) use the exact same tactics, rejecting labels like “racist” or “homophobe” when they’re accused of being such, because they don't believe what they’re promoting or doing “counts” as “real” bigotry or oppression. That doesn’t mean they're right about that. It also does not mean that people should stop saying “I don’t want [bigots] here” because “well what about the [un-self-aware bigots]!!” (They are un-self-aware bigots, not people who just happen to have a neutrally different and equally valid opinion on what constitutes bigotry.)
Ceding that the definition of abuse can reasonably/should be relativized is what abuse-relativizers (and abuse advocates/abusers in general) have been cheering on since forever. They believe that “abuse” is “simply a word to indicate nebulous individual feelings of perceiving Bad Things” because they support abuse and don’t view it as a serious issue specifically defined by exploitation of power/violation of autonomy which is inherently unethical, and view victims as lying, overreacting, contemptible, and unreliable witnesses to or interpreters of our own lives. They apply this view to victims/survivors all the time, dismissing our concerns as simply “subjective feelings” or Moral(tm) Judgment(tm), and cast this labeling as “demonization.”
The term abuse is “sensationalized” in most people’s minds BECAUSE of pervasive abuse culture and pro-abuse attitudes. Of course many people only believe that Actually Extremely Bad actions are “abusive”—they don’t have a good understanding of what abuse is! That is a very bad thing! It is one of the most important factors in making most abuse go undetected and most victims unsupported! (Meanwhile, the actual problem with the anon’s statement and beliefs went unaddressed, missing out on a useful opportunity, because the responder decided to focus completely on the wrong problem.)
I can’t really take this (the responses to the asks) as just some sort of personal preference indicator regarding terminology and comfort levels. It’s clearly a capitulation to abuse culture that fundamentally misunderstands the dynamics at play, and ultimately reinforces these problems.
Yes, much of abuse victim advocacy advises that (at first) you should not directly use the term “abuse” when telling someone that the abusive behaviors they’ve experienced were wrong or that their abuser is harming them. But that has never been a call to keep doing that forever, perceiving avoiding the term “abuse” (them having internalized their abuser’s abusive rhetoric) as some sort of good thing. It’s a crucial part of healing and breaking free from abuse to be able to understand that the abuse was in fact “abuse” and that abusers are abusers.
The word “abuse” is language extremely important to victims/survivors and anti-abuse activists. Abuse apologists’ fear of/aggressive opposition to being labeled abusers is a clear indicator and product of their own ignorance, entitlement, and oppressive ideologies. That makes it even more important to confront their problematic rhetoric and lack of understanding instead of defanging our ability to analyze and critique power dynamics and advocate for ourselves.
Everywhere I look I see people wanting to water down, co-opt, or constrain the language developed and used by survivors because nothing will satisfy them but, ultimately, complete silence. Everywhere people seem allergic to the term “abuse,” complaining that it is “too strong a word” and maybe you shouldn’t use it? I mean it’s kind of harsh/mean/too extreme/subjective/exaggerating/hysterical isn’t it? Just pick a different word!!! (No word ever truly satisfies.) I’m fucking tired of this bullshit and I don’t want traces of it to stick in places where I am supposed to feel safe and have my issues and my needs understood too.
(update: talked it out with the aforementioned third person; we mostly agree)
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I am happy that we won against France so we could shut the mouth of Mbappé for what he said. That being said, I consider more important the victory against The Netherlands than the victory against France, the real south america vs europe match was Argentina vs The Netherlands and not against France. What Mbappé believes and what Mbappé said is only the tip of the iceberg of a much deeper problem, what he said is the culmination of decades of him growing up in a continent listening the words of people like the netherlands coach Van Gaal. Look how fiercely argies and defensive argies were in the match vs the netherlands versus how argies were in the match against France, there is not even a close comparison. The decisive battle was against The Netherlands. Mbappé is just a new consequence because of Van Gaal. For my non argies followers who may not know the importance of the “Qué mirás bobo?” Messi said after the match against Holland and what means this image:
this picture represents a big personal fuck you to Van Gaal and what he thinks of Argentina and South America as a whole. Messi ran half the pitch to be in front of Van Gaal and do this in front of him on purpose. Van Gaal, the coach of the netherlands is widely considered one of the greatest coachs in the history of football, he has never lose a single match as coach of the netherlands except when he faced Argentina in 2014 and 2022. When he was the coach of Barcelona he hated an argentine player by the name of Riquelme, and he was the coach of manchester united he had a player in the team that he hated by the name of Di Maria. During those times he said a lot of shit against them and almost never put them as titular main players, which they were before van gaal took control of the teams, he sent all argies in the teams he worked to the bench and not used them on purpose for years. Riquelme every time he did a goal his way of celebrating was doing this pose Messi did. Messi has been always critized in Argentina as being a “pecho frio” (spoiler alert he isn’t that) a pecho frio is an argentine player who isn’t passionate about our national team, someone who doesn’t defend our jersey on the pitch and fight with everything they had. Why Messi was critized as being like this? Because he usually is very humble, he doesn’t confrontation and usually avoid problems and conflicts, he is a very chill peaceful person and it’s not chaotic, fiery and problematic as all fucks like most argies. This is why the reaction Messi had during this match was a surprise for everyone even for Antonella, this time Messi was out in the pitch wanting Van Gaal’s blood. If Mbappé believes and said what he said it’s because of coaches like Van Gaal who has been behind all the big teams in europe talking shit about south america football, taking shit about south american players and forcing them to go to the bench for months after he takes control of a team, old people like him moving the strings against us with his power in european football. Mbappé was just a young boy who just happened to be raised in the middle of that, he chose his side, but people like Van Gaal were the ones who started this shit decades ago. This match was from the start a very personal match for everyone involved and the stakes were very high, this battle was way more important than against the french. That’s why the netherlands vs argentina was such a chaotic match. Van Gaal was eliminated in 2014 world cup by Argentina, and again in 2022 by Argentina again, karma has hit him like a truck, he has resigned as coach of the netherlands after 20 years, he can swallow his own words and choke with his hatred for us. Van Gaal and europe can keep hating on usbut yall are just making us stronger to fight against your shitty european pathetic asses. Stay mad Argentina world champion for the third time, how many stars does your dutch jersey have Van Gaal?
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Music ask game: 2 5 14 18 19 30 35 47 64 blue
2. Do you still buy CDs (or other physical media)?
I do! I actually still buy *blank* CDs and burn stuff to play in the car (although we finally figured out how to make the USB port play nice so that's less of a priority). I think I'm most likely to buy CDs from small indie bands at small events or live shows? Or like when I went to Meow Wolf I *HAD* to have the CDs of the music they played throughout the venue and the arcade. Also a few years ago I decided to start collecting LPs in earnest. Not like, as a BIG THING, but I bought a record player that wasn't from the thrift store and now I have a few dozen records, largely anime and video game soundtracks, but also Vaporwave and Chillwave stuff and a few "normal" bands as well.
5. Is there a song you don’t like but like its music video?
Uhhh.... I honestly couldn't think of one. OTL I dunno, I feel like these days you have to actively seek out music videos, and a lot of them are just kind of whatever. So I probably wouldn't go looking for the video of a song I didn't care for. Maybe there was a time when someone sent me a memey music video for a terrible song but I can't really think of any. :/
14. A song or album from the 50s or earlier:
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Okay, this cover is from much later, but the original is from 1958. I have this whole silly headcanon from an old Spideypool Back to the Future AU that I never did anything with that involved this song, so it sticks out in my memory.
18. A song or album from the 90s:
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Even though Sailor Stars hadn't been released in the US at the time I was in high school, my friends and I were the kind of nerds to get our hands on fansubs and third hand information about the final season and became low key obsessed with the Sailor Starlights. It became very important that I learn all the words to Sailor Star Fighter's image song.
19. A song or album from the 2000s:
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From 2004. I saw a silly "what your favorite anime says about you" meme that said if your favorite was Samurai Champloo you think you're a little bit cooler than everyone else, and you're low key kind of right. XD I don't know if it's my favorite of all time, but I'm willing to accept that assessment anyway. This was a track I had on repeat through a lot of the 2000's
30. Songs you love to sing along to:
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I don't even particularly like Metal Gear Solid 3 but I'd be lying if I said Snake Eater isn't an absolute bop.
35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak:
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What else could it be? :)
47. Is there an artist you used to dislike but learned to like because of a friend’s influence?
...Huh. I think maybe not? I feel like I'm pretty instinctive about stuff like music. At most I might go from "I was unaware of this until now" to being really into it, but if I don't like something at first listen, I'm probably not going to grow an appreciation for it, since my reasons for disliking music usually has to do with how it makes me feel physically. (Stuff that's really intense like death metal and dubstep sort of makes my chest and head hurt- that's not going to change any time soon.)
64. [Send me a color and I’ll post an album cover art of that color.]
Daredevil '03 kids will understand XD
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My narrative for "The Story of You" was about family. This topic is something I am passionate about; I knew I could dive deep into it. I wanted to centre the attention on how I am half Caribbean from my dad's side and half white from my mother's side. I was born in Antigua; my mum moved us to the UK shortly after and until I was nine and settled in the UK. I've lived with my grandparents ever since in Devon, which is primarily a white area, far from diversity. Moving to Birmingham now has been the eye-opener I've needed; unfortunately, it has led me to question who I am.
My aim for this project was to visually communicate through my work, who I am. It was not a 50/50 project because I focussed on the Caribbean side that has been hidden most of my life.
In this project, I wanted to achieve skills and processes that I hadn't had the opportunity to use before in my education. I wanted to display my strengths and weaknesses but also hopefully improve in areas. Even though my focus after this is Fashion business and Promotion, I know that it's important to have an understanding of every aspect and learn how to communicate visually.
I think when it comes to the secondary research, I had a few artists that moved my project along but one that stood out to me, was definitely Hurvin Anderson. The way he speaks about how he's got to where he is and the narratives behind some of his work are captivating. With this narrative that I used as well, I felt as though learning and reading about his life and why he does what he does has helped me with my narrative. He's Jamaican but he was the only one of his siblings to be born in the UK and he feels as though he needs to bring parts of the Caribbean here for him to feel at home in the UK. That's something that I relate to and understand from my history of mostly growing up in the UK.
When it came to my primary research, I had a lot of pictures from the UK as that is where I live but when it came to the Caribbean, I haven't been there in years. However, images that I do have or that my dad has sent me have helped me with my work. So I've had a fair shot at reflecting on both areas in my project.
At the beginning of the project, I struggled to find images that I could present in my workshop experiments which did not aid me in creating the best samples. It took me till the third week to grasp how to deliver my narrative. But it slowly improved. Throughout my workshops, I mostly used colours; that resembled my work the best. I struggled to relate to shapes in my work. I've learnt a lot from this project as I had the opportunity to use equipment that I had never tried before. I think embroidery was one of my biggest strengths in this project, I enjoyed it the most and was very pleased with all my pieces in that workshop. Print went well for me and I did enjoy it but I don't think I was capable of showcasing my skills at their best. I did enjoy weaving when I finally saw my outcome however, the process was quite draining.
I believe my experimentation was successful because of meeting my strengths and weaknesses. I saw what I could improve on and tried my best; I tried everything that I was offered and jumped in with both feet.
For my future projects, I need to make some changes and improvements. Such as I need to organise my work at uni to how much I need to be doing at home during the week. I believe it became too rushed near the end because I was writing as I was going. When problems cropped up I don't think I gave myself enough time to fix them.
To conclude, I trust that I showed some of my best skills and I enjoyed having the chance to use these techniques but also be around my peers who all had different skills and we learnt from each other. I also appreciated the tutors for helping me, because I could see this was a genuine passion for them which inspired me to do my best. After seeing my final board outcome I was more than satisfied and I thought it showcased my work well.
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The Third Eye and its abilities have been a fascinating, yet controversial topic for centuries.
Some people are scared of opening their Third Eye, whereas others can’t wait to have it fully opened and functioning.
In my opinion, we should not be afraid of the Third Eye and its powers, nor should we try to force it to open.
Just like anything else in the Universe, it will happen when it’s meant to be and we are ready to receive the blessings and the lessons that come with it.
Whether the moment of your Third Eye opening is a blessing or a burden, it all depends on you – on the attitude you have towards it and on your vibrational and spiritual level.
The best thing to do is to trust the Universe fully and let it decide when is the right time for you to have your Third Eye opened, embracing the gifts that come with that or accepting that now is not the time.
If your Third Eye is in the process of being opened, it’s worth taking a look at the following abilities it has in order to learn how to use them to your advantage.
7 Abilities Of The Third Eye
#1. Psychic Abilities
Perhaps the most powerful ability that you will possess when your Third Eye is opening is the psychic ability.
Your Third Eye will give you the ability to foresee the future.
You might not be able to use this ability with intent, it might just kick in when you need it the most, saving you from critical circumstances, but nonetheless, you will be grateful for it.
At first, you might notice some small proofs of psychic ability, such as knowing who is calling before looking at your phone.
In time, these events will become more and more spectacular and you will be amazed by your own psychic ability.
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#2. Clairvoyant Abilities
The Third Eye has the ability of Clairvoyance, enabling you to “see” future events in the form of visual images, called flashes.
These flashes will be shown to you whenever you need to receive information about a future event.
It could even be a present event, which is taking place without your knowledge and the Universe wants to make you aware that it is happening. These images will be vivid and will seem very real.
Clairvoyance is an amazing ability and you should always believe in what you are seeing.
#3. Powerful Intuition
Perhaps one of the most important abilities that the Third Eye has is intuition.
You might be tempted to think intuition is not a big deal since everyone has it, but make no mistake, the intuition that you will have once your Third Eye opens is very powerful and will help you a lot throughout life.
Your intuition is the voice of your Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides, and the more spiritually awakened you are, the better you hear them.
Therefore I advise that you always listen to your Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides, as their primary purpose is to help you, guide you, and protect you.
Your intuition is a sacred gift and you should honor it.
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#4. Lucid And Vivid Dreams
You may wonder why lucid dreams would be count as an ability.
When your Third Eye is opening or is fully opened, you will start having out of the ordinary dreams.
They will be very vivid and lucid, will seem very real and you will remember them in great detail.
The reason is that these dreams, just like intuition and the abovementioned flashes, are messages from the Universe sent with the help of your Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides.
No lucid dream will be a mistake or mere coincidence, all of them will come to you for a reason.
Some dreams will bring you information about the future, such as what you need to know or what you need to do.
Others will bring back memories from the past, such as unresolved issues or traumas that need to be addressed for you to heal and evolve.
The past can hold us back greatly if we allow it to, but when a person is on a spiritual journey they are called to resolve and make peace with all of it since it contains our life lessons.
These vivid dreams can even bring up issues from past lives, which need to be addressed for us to learn the lesson and evolve.
#5. Logical Thinking
Once your Third Eye is fully opened and you managed to overcome the initial obstacles that come with this process, your brain hemispheres will be in perfect balance and you will manage to integrate both logical and creative thinking into your day to day life.
Logical thinking will help you a lot with any problem-solving process you may find yourself in, and also will contribute towards your mental and emotional peace and balance.
Of course, we all can think logically to a certain extent, but once your Third Eye is opened, you will notice that you can address any problem from a different,...
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