There's a certain CCCC summary video that we really, really like. We think it is a great video for people if they want to grasp the story more clearly, if they're confused, or if they're listening to the album for the first time.

That video being Chonny Jash and the Weight of the Mind on Youtube by W3tBl@nk3t. We think they cover it really well.

However, I'm sharing this for a different reason; they say few certain things that really struck with us until now, that I'd like to share with the fandom. Sometimes, we see people really just.. Miss the point of CCCC entirely, and I'd like to shine a light on what was said here. If you'd like to hear this for yourself on video, the timestamp is 35:57-36:45.

“..I bet we all could relate to that, they are the prime example of the side of you that suffers and the side of you that hates yourself for suffering:

The side of you that just wants to slow down and feel everything even to the unhealthy extent of not being able to do anything else(1), but also the side of you that so desperately wants you to get over it(2).

Sure, laying in bed all day every day to rot isn't healthy, but neither is boiling things down and invalidating your own emotions. Both are paths to inevitable disaster, and that's what Chonny is doing here. Keep in mind that the idea behind this album is being whole, and that means neither of these sides are entirely in the right or the wrong; this album is about inner compromise and acceptance(3).”

1.) The side of you that suffers; Heart. He is representative of Whole's emotions, he holds them. Your emotions can go haywire, especially when one's mentally ill and has no way of their feelings being validated. An emotional person like Heart suffers under the weight of crushing, devastating feelings. He wants to feel things out, have time to just process everything, even if it takes them days or weeks to get over it. It's not healthy, but feeling is what he does, and he wants to help because he knows he has importance. Solely focusing on just your emotions isn't the best thing to do, however.

2.) The side of you that so desperately wants you to get over it; Mind. Many people have been there, have wanted themselves to stop wallowing in their own emotions and just do something else, even to the point where you think feeling things out is unnecessary. This is also unhealthy, but not intentionally. Like Heart, Mind just wants to help, everything he does is in best interest. This is what he thinks will get them to move on the quickest; to leave behind emotions and focus on anything BUT that. Also not the best thing to do.

3.) This album is about inner compromise and acceptance; About being whole. Neither of Heart and Mind are right nor wrong. They have their own ways of doing things, of what they think will help their whole self out the most, but both are unhealthy despite the good intentions. They fight over who's wrong or right, when they shouldn't even be doing so in the first place. It's your thoughts against your emotions, basically; your feelings contradict your thoughts, and it leads to an inner war of sorts. This won't make things better, which is why you can't have Mind over Heart or vice versa; you'll need both of them. In the album, they are only able to be whole when they get along. They harmonize, they 'combine', they see eye to eye with each other and work together instead of fighting over and over. Inner compromise is achieved with this, and acceptance can lead them away from any disaster that there's to come.

What we're trying to say is that mental health is a large thing tackled within CCCC, and yet we see a lot of people who overlook it; thus, end up missing the point of the whole album. We see a lot of people believe Mind's perspective a little too much and treat Heart quite harshly, or the other way where people demonize Mind and say that Heart is perfect, when it's not really that in the slightest.

This is not a hate post towards people's interpretations of CCCC or how they view characters, I'm just saying that people can tend to overlook what's in the very narrative, and we see a concerning amount of people do such.

Anyways. Stream CCCC and put your Hearts and Minds in the get along shirt. Have a nice day.

Inktober Day 1 - Lantern

Prompt list by melosprout on Insta

The Obscure Tolkien Blorbos Tournament!

@mistergandalf's incredible Ultimate Tolkien Blorbo tournament has just wrapped up with our beloved Sam Gamgee taking the final trophy. But! Earlier rounds in the tournament were filled with a lot of weeping and gnashing of teeth from Silmarillion fans as our favourites were UNFAIRLY ELIMINATED by people who DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THEM. So, I would like to present: the ultimate obscure Tolkien blorbos tournament!

Submit as many of your dubiously canonical, little-known faves as you'd like to - with a catch: characters with the fewest submissions are most likely to qualify for the bracket! With exactly one exception who is qualifying anyway because I say so.

Rules:

The character you submit can be part of Tolkien's legendarium in any way possible - discarded characters from earlier drafts, adaptation-only characters (RoP inclusive), etc.

No OCs.

Canonically unnamed characters (for example Curufin's wife) are eligible. But don't submit fan-invented names for them, or I won't know whom you're talking about!

If they're very obscure, do consider writing a couple of lines to tell me who they are! I'm not a HoME expert and won't be familiar with everyone you send in.

I reserve the right not to include characters who I don't think really count: you can't, for example, submit "Maidros" and then argue that that's a completely different character to the more well-known Maedhros.

Actual voting will just be a straightforward "vote for whomever you like more" process, nothing to do with how obscure the blorbos are at that stage.

Let's... tentatively say the bracket will contain 64 characters? I'll keep the form open at least until Sunday 21st May and potentially longer, depending on how much interest this gets.

This is my first time running a tournament and I have no idea what else to actually say or how to do this lol. Tag will be #obscure tolkien blorbo, feel free to follow/block it as you prefer.

Let me know if you have any more questions, reblog for visibility, and happy submitting! And feel free to drop your submissions in the tags to this post so that people can avoid double-nominating their faves :)

That's it, I'm jumping on the yandere!Leon Kennedy bandwagon, prepare yourselves lmaoooo

Shapeshifters Custom-made Chest Binders: now turning orders around WITHIN THREE WEEKS.

did they ever reply

not to me no (probably because there's no denny's in IN and i do indeed have an IN area code number. which was probably a red flag)

but the phone company didn't tell me it was an invalid number either

so hypoTHETICALLY yes they could indeed respond if we were to track down the dennys and get another random guy in the area WITH an 833 number to text the number

we're gonna blow this case wiiiiide open

OK SO UPDATE I FUCKING CALLED THE NUMBER

ITS A SEX HOTLINE

GOD DAMNIT I'VE BEEN JAPED

After watching CP4, I kinda wanna do another like Immortal x Demon fic, kind of like my fic Soul Bound, except have Jiang Yuelou be the immortal and Chen Yuzhi be the demon...it's doable and I think it would be a lovely little fic...but what do we think? Do we like? Would we read it?

@impossibleormerelyfantastic

"You owe me." The growl in her voice was unusual, nearly unnatural, but it matched the visceral stare she had fixed on Dr. Stephen Strange. "You knew Tony was going to snap his fingers, but you didn't try at all to save him after he did. All of your magic, all of your protector of our reality bullshit, and you let him die! You didn't even have the decency to warn us. So, you owe me."

Despite her own commitment to her agenda, Ally was still surprised when Dr. Strange acquiesced. "If it will help you find closure, fine." He listed rules as he strapped what looked like a golden watch to her wrist. Instead of the time, it showed a digital map, hexagons connected by varying lines. "The hexagon highlighted in blue is the universe you are currently in. Once you leave this universe it will be in green. Always come back to green. While you're...elsewhere, try your best not to talk to anyone. You don't belong in these universes, and there's a strong chance a different version of you already exists. And don't stay for more than forty-eight hours at a time. You don't belong there. The longer you stay the more risk you place on the walls of the universe. Got it?"

Ally tore her eyes away from the watch and nodded. "I just want to see him. I want to see him in one universe where he's okay."

Strange just looked at her sadly. "Forty-eight hours. If you don't come back, I'll have to come get you."

"I don't need a babysitter." Ally used the dial on the side of the watch to set her destination. "See you later." She clicked the dial in and popped away.

It turned out that Tony's death was a fairly common occurrence throughout the multiverse. Ally lost count of how many dimensions she popped into where their Tony was gone. In some, he was never even born. When she popped into another new universe, 616 the watch said, her confidence was at an all time low. She found herself on a rooftop in Midtown, a slight drizzle dampening her hair.

"Great. That's what I needed." She walked toward the edge, taking stock of this version of New York. It didn't look too dissimilar to hers; there were some skyscrapers she didn't recognize, but one--"Aw, they still have the Tower. Lucky."

Taking off, Ally headed for Avengers Tower, large and imposing, a familiar sight she missed in the skyline back home. It was still there, sure, but it wasn't the same since Tony sold it. She landed across the street in an alleyway, walking out onto the sidewalk as if she wasn't just flying high above it. As she got closer to the crosswalk, there was a large whoosh and a gust of wind; Ally just managed to look up to see a streak of red and gold racing up the Tower's exterior to the landing pad several stories above them. Her eyes watered, and, before she realized what she was doing, she shot up into the sky, following him.

She hovered in the air, watching as he landed, as his helmet came off, and the rapid beating of her heart stuttered as she saw his face. "Who the hell is that?"

Overcoming my fear of making content on YT starts today!! I made 2 shorts on YT just now and im learning how to edit :)

yet another starter for @carbondated !

his mood has grown darker over the last few years, she's bound to have noticed. as the deadline comes ever closer. tick-tock, tick-tock. time passes for everyone... he lets his face of faux happiness slip, showing the despair within for a brief moment, he perks up almost immediately. can't her last hours be dealt with him being melancholy. " river, river, river... one more turn 'round the singing towers? "

I will update TIQ tomorrow. 😀

Why is it so hard to write smut?

You know what fuck it bro

I'm tired of seeing "but Joe Biden is our only chance and if you don't vote for him—" I'm tired. I'm so tired. I'm tired of bearing witness to the crimes America has done over and over to so many places and people. I'm tired of the ways they try to crush us under their boots. I'm tired of the illusions of choice. I'm tired of trying to make it in this world as a black femme. I'm so tired. And I'm not near as tired as my family and my friends' families trying to survive in Haiti. I'm not nearly as tired as those suffering in Congo to provide the very devices that we're all using. I'm not nearly as tired as the journalists in Gaza who get on the internet when they can to report the genocide around them. I'm tired for them, and if the weight of it all is breaking my heart from the pressure, I can't imagine it for them. What can even an atom of compassion mean? And every day those people in power get up on their podiums all spick and span and look into the eyes of the millions watching them and go

"Keep killing them"

"We want these people tortured and suffering"

And I'm supposed to act like none of this is happening?? Because this guy wearing one color says he's not bad like the guy wearing red and vice versa??? People are fighting, have been fighting, and continue to fight for their liberation and human rights. Yet these handfuls of people, those who's greed and lack of humanity, go "But we don't want them to."

For years. For decades. Centuries even.

All they have to do is stop. Stop. And they don't. They won't. And I'm supposed to suck it up because one seems better than the other, rather than the truth that none every ACTUALLY have ALL of our best interests to heart. None. But I'm supposed to settle. Because that's all I'm supposed to do as an American. Settle. I'm so tired.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

,,, its 10:37 pm,, what if i watch nope......

i am your biggest fan i wish to subscribe to giraffe facts that you post at your leisure

:))

YAY I HAVE A FAN

man, now i need to think of like, giraffe puns.

Six Sentence Sunday

This is turning into me just giving sneak peeks of the next chapter of The Last Songbird but I am okay with that.

From ch5

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Inej was barely aware of herself as Kaz drew her once more into his arms, his chest rising, falling, brushing against hers with his every laboured breath. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his kiss almost chaste in its tenderness. 

She opened her eyes, finding her hands on either side of his face. She felt in a dream, lost in the darkness of his eyes, hypnotised by the harsh angle of his heavy brows, the slightly crooked line of his nose, the sharp contours of cheekbone and jaw. She brushed her fingers across his mouth, testing the fullness of his lower lip, then felt along the edges of his jaw, following the scratch of unshaven skin up to his cheeks. Carefully she let her thumb fan through the heavy fringe of his eyelashes, before she held his face between her palms once more. 

This kiss was not long, just a brief press of her mouth to his. It was gentle.

It was final. 

When she pulled back and took in his furrowed brow, his searching gaze, she knew he felt it. 

“Lynx, what’s wrong?” 

She had to stop her hand, already halfway reaching to smooth away the crease between his brows. This she could not fix. And it was time to be brave. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said. “I can’t… I can’t see you anymore.”