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toonilumi · 2 months

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saw them on the toyhouse and i'm genuinely curious whats going on with your cog ocs/pos

cracks knuckles.

I've been meaning to say something about them, but I know people tend to get... overzealous around my characters. I know those people mean well but remember I'm just some guy showing off my toys to the class. So please to all those who are reading this: be nice, be respectful, peace and love ok?

to those who are reading that and going "what happened here?" Don't worry about it! Let's talk about OCs!

guess who was added on last minute

This is The Gang™️. Their lores kind of intertwine but I can't share all of it because some of it involves other people. But I will say what I can! From left to right we got:

THE LIABILITY

(AKA: Libellule LaCroix)

- my favorite. This guy is wanted by C.O.G.S Inc. for trying to expose their toxic business practices. Don't get it twisted though, the toons hate him for crashing their karts and robbing their stores. She doesn't like talking to people.

- Muse moves playgrounds almost daily. He prefers toon clothes so whenever he can, libellule will steal some. She's paranoid all the time which isn't great but it makes quick getaways easier. They're pretty easy to agitate, but not necessarily mean. Not anymore.

- Didn't have a lot of friends besides muse's twin, but has since befriended a certain manager in acorn acres. Yeah. Befriended. No don't look at my discord PFP focus on this. That aside muse has a lot of enemies... like a LOT of them. To the point that Libellule automatically assumes everyone doesn't like them.

- A liability is "a thing for which someone is responsible, especially a debt or financial obligation."

THE RECORDHOLDER

(AKA: Sauterelle LaCroix)

- So his ACTUAL job is keeping track of their department's finances but they really wanna be a singer. Sauterelle totally thinks he'd rock the Sellbot department, but was placed in Cashbot territory for their past in finances.

- An overall nice guy but definitely has an "I'm-better-than-you" aura. Loves attention and gets extremely upset when that isn't given. When it comes to toons that reaches levels of (cartoonish) violence. He's actually kinda stupid though, they get manipulated very easily.

- Was easily clocked as a northerner by the L.A.A so they had tension for a bit but they're friends now. Sauterelle hates both the Major Player and the Pacesetter, mainly due to jealousy and possibly insecurity. Can put it aside for the Major Player, not for the Pacesetter.

- A recordholder is "a professional who manages, maintains, and keeps track of records or information." it is more commonly known as "a person or thing that has achieved something no other person or thing has achieved."

THE BLATHERSKITE

(AKA: Fres Nell)

- Once a stagehand, now works maintenance and occasional advertising for the Sellbot department. Don't worry though he still does plenty of stagehand stuff for his good friend in the Bossbot department. He's a borderline theater kid. Maybe even a full one.

- Possibly the nicest person you will meet in C.O.G.S Inc. He's friendly, selfless, and oh man is he talkative. This man never ever shuts up. Fres is always finding ways to help people, and he doesn't even care if they're toons! What a nice guy. Except for when he's making excuses for his less-than-stellar colleagues. That's not cool.

- Considers himself friends with everyone, but has gotten along with the Mouthpiece since he recently joined her club. He's only mediocre at the craft, but loooooves to chat! It probably drives the Case Manager and the Featherbedder up the wall. Oops.

- A blatherskite is "a person who talks at great length without making much sense."

THE AUTEUR

(AKA: Ciel Apper)

- Sadness, despair, melancholy, all of those emotions are what inspire Ciel. They are a director who works from the heart... turns out their heart is merely a shell of what it once was. Having gone solo for years, Ciel is now looking for a company who can understand and possibly foster new visions for cinema.

- A direct suit, Ciel is usually deadpan and quiet. If they say anything more than a sentence to you, it probably means they like you. They are infamous for their vague directions, which makes working with them as an actor a nightmare. Even more so since they're so stuck in their head.... they can't see the suffering of their actors. Or maybe they can, and just don't care.

- Ciel mostly locks themselves up in their studio. In order to get them to go ANYWHERE you either have to drag them out or threaten them. It's not like anyone tolerates their airheadedness besides Fres though. Despite Ciel being somewhat passive, they do have a restraining order on the Pacesetter.

- An auteur is "a filmmaker whose personal influence and artistic control over a movie are so great that the filmmaker is regarded as the author of the movie."

THE TOP DOG

(AKA: Lukah Updohg)

- You'd think someone with that title would be pretty important, but that's not quite true. Lukah is the sole member of the "Toon-Cog Relations Committee" which works to try and settle the Toon-Cog conflict peacefully. It's not working at all, so the higher-ups just send her paperwork that nobody else wants to do.

- Lukah is reserved, but by no means quiet. She'll fight vehemently for what's right, more than what many would expect out of a pacifist like her. The mediation tactics she uses work wonders on smaller conflicts, but Lukah would rather go for the bigger picture. Her job is not done without the conflict being over for good.

- Many are suspicious of her. After all, why would any cog care about things like "pollution" or "preserving toon humor?" She knows lots of people try to look into her, so she stays far far away from most employees. If she got along with any other suit it would either be the Deep Diver or the C.O.O due to their respect for the environment.

- A top dog is "a person who is successful or dominant in their field."

Anywho! Thank you for expressing interest in them! I hope to eventually have more art of them but most of it is just doodles.... and the occasional self indulgence. Don't worry about it.

#should i maintag this #yeah im gonna lol hi world #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #lumi art #lumi doodle #lumi toontown #lumi oc #libellule lacroix #sauterelle lacroix #fres nell #ciel apper #sniffles. im nervous so if some information disappears suddenly assume my demons won #lukah updohg #< realized i mispelled her name

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feverinfeveroutfic · 1 year

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flowers for alexander | chapter eleven

The first dip down to the earth below was a tricky one, especially for Florence given the slightest smell and jarring movement under her feet brought on a wave of nausea over her. She held onto a safety rail on the other side of the main floor as the ship descended to the ground below. Eric posted up right next to her, to which he put an arm around her and held her close to him.

He even kissed the side of her neck, and she closed her eyes at the feeling.

She turned her head for a look into his brown eyes.

“Are you afraid?” he asked right into her ear: the ship shuddered and quaked as they descended towards the ground.

“A little,” she confessed. “I just keep thinking about the boiler downstairs and the way this whole part here was pretty much thrown together at the last minute.”

“I think we’ll be safe,” he assured her. “Then again, I'm not the mechanic here.”

“I do trust you, though, Eric,” she added, to which he raised his eyebrows at that and nestled further into her body. He lowered his gaze to her chest and her belly, and then he closed his eyes. Florence put her hand down onto his hip, to which she picked up the soft plush feeling of his flesh all around his waist.

“And I trust you, my dearest Florence,” he told her right into her ear, and he pressed his lips onto the side of her face, and he lowered them down onto the side of her neck. “I trust you to the ends of the earth.” With those soft caresses, she happened to look on over to the other side of the floor, where Alex remained next to Greg and Louie: a maestro with his rhythm section, as if they awaited their own fate as much as anyone else onboard the ship.

He kept his gaze directed away from that couple on the other side of the floor.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said to her back there before they made their return to Earth down below. Indeed, she wondered if he still had any more residual feelings for Eric as well. There was so much more that he had refused to tell her as well, and there had to be another way into him.

At one point, the ship steadied out, and Florence leaned forward as she knew they were on the ground. She let go of Eric, but he never let go of her, especially when the ship slowed to a stop and the wall before them rose to reveal the world before them. The marine layer had broken apart over the Bay Area to where the ships could land and sprawl out before the crowds for the first stop of the tour: Florence took a glimpse up out of the belly of the ship to see the shelf of the marine layer itself out there over the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean as well as the patch of bright blue sky overhead.

Alex, Greg, and Louie didn’t hesitate to step off the ship onto the grass below, all so they could organize themselves and get a move on with the show for later that evening. A few audience members had already scattered about the grass before them; as Florence stood there in the vast doorway, like one of the two at the garage where she worked at, she held onto the side of the threshold, and she pictured her and Eric there together with their child. Their son or their daughter was going to grow up alongside music as well as mad science of the mechanical form.

Chuck and Eric bowed out next to her, which in turn left her alone with her own thoughts as well as Francine back there around the actual stage itself. She craned her neck to the right to see Death Angel’s ship had landed down on the grass right behind them: she caught a view of Andy and Rob down on the grass talking to a couple of guys there. Their black hair shone in the soft gray sunlight all around them: just a couple of Filipino boys having a chat with two other boys, and yet she couldn’t tell if they were fans or stagehands.

Florence peered back at the space before the stage: everything about it left her genuinely unnerved.

There had to be a way up to the very top of the stage there, just to ensure everything was secure and in its right place before the show started. The stagehands all seemed so preoccupied with helping those five men with their instruments and yet, the fact of the matter at hand continued to nag at her, and more so as she looked on at the very top of the stage itself. She glanced over at the far side of the stage for a sight of something, anything, that would let her have a way up there: indeed, there was in fact a spindly metal ladder on the side of the stage which led up to the very top there. It was a small sliver, and she had to step the slightest bit closer to better see it for herself, but she spotted it there, nevertheless.

Florence doubled back to the stage, to the very base of the ladder, and she spotted a flashlight on the floor by the bottom rung. If nothing else, she could merely have a look up there.

She picked it up and, without further hesitation, climbed up those narrow cold metal rungs. It was a bit difficult to do with only one free hand, but she managed to reach the halfway point when the whirring sound of steam caught her ear. She stopped right in place in the center of the ladder, and she glanced around her, but then something with a rusted quality to it caught her eye. She craned her neck back and, indeed, there was a network of brass pipes right behind her head, some narrow and the size of her pinky finger, whereas some were rather large, larger than the width of her palm. It was hard to see beyond the pipes, but she knew that the boiler was not too far from there.

That thing could blow so easily as well as something going awry with the stage: in fact, the longer she stayed there in the center of the ladder, the more nervous she felt about it all. She swallowed and continued up the rungs, still with one free hand: before she reached the very top, Alex burst into her mind right then, almost completely out of the blue.

Though she had had her conversation with him before, she still wanted to know more about what resided between him and Eric. She knew that if she could break through to him that way, then she would be able to uncover the truth which he held within him. But he lingered inside of her mind, even as she stood still there at the very top of the ladder and clicked on the flashlight. She shone it over the top of the stage, which seemed to be nothing more than a network of thin cables in front of even more pipes. The light shone over the nuts and the bolts which held the pipes together at the joints: it all looked so fragile, easily prone to something as horrifying as a steam explosion by something as innocuous as a small dent in one side.

She thought about those blue lights on the boiler, and she couldn’t help but think about that power plant in Ukraine, even though she had absolutely no reason to do so whatsoever. If the boiler was in fact a nuclear reactor, they would know about it. At least, that was what she thought.

In fact, she had no idea as to why this whole thing made her so anxious as she inspected the rest of the joints on the pipes there at the very top, and then she clicked off the light. There was no way that she would be able to reach for those joints anyway, not even with a long ladder up against the stage.

The bad feeling persisted as she made her way back down, past the little hub of pipes on the wall behind her, all the way to the very bottom where she was met by a confused Francine, who stood there at the bottom with her hands pressed to her hips.

“Still afraid?” she asked Florence.

“Nah, just cautious,” she replied with a shake of her head. She set down the flashlight on the floor behind her, and then she returned to Francine, who hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Do you have any booze?” she asked her, to which Francine snorted and then paused for a second with a concerned look upon her face.

“I don’t think I need to ask, but I’ll ask anyway: what do you need booze for, Flo?”

Florence peered over her shoulder to ensure they were alone: the boys had all scattered outside. As far as she knew, no one else but Francine saw her go up that ladder.

“I want to spike Alex’s drink the next time I'm alone with him,” she told Francine in a low voice. “Either today before the show or tomorrow when we’re up in the air again.”

“You sure you want to do that?” she asked her with a raise of an eyebrow.

“Well, he’s my ex-boyfriend,” she pointed out. “I should be able to do it no problem.”

“No, I mean—spiking his drink, Flo,” Francine clarified with a knitting of her eyebrows. “He’s not even twenty-one yet. Are you sure you want to do that and go there?”

“Positive,” Florence declared without batting a lash. “I don’t know how else I'm going to get the truth out of him.”

Francine pursed her lips and scooted back away from her, as if she had seen something horrific right then.

“It’s just to make him talk, Frankie,” Florence insisted.

“I will do no such thing, Flo,” Francine scolded her with a wag of a finger to her.

“Frankie—”

“Don’t ‘Frankie’ me, Flo—I'm not doing that. I'm not going to let you drink him under the table and be complicit in it. In fact, that’s a ridiculous idea and I forbid you from doing it.”

“Frankie!” Florence declared, but Francine was adamant. She padded away from her without another word, and it was right then Eric climbed back up onto the vast threshold before her with a look of determination on his face.

“Hey, you,” Florence greeted him.

“Hey! I have a question,” he started as he came within earshot.

“Shoot.”

“Did you bring your umbrella?”

“I think so,” Florence recalled. “Why?”

“It’s supposed to rain when we go up to Seattle,” he said. “We’re also gonna be performing by the shore of the Puget Sound, too.”

“Well, if we’re going to be doing that, we’re going to need a lot more than just my umbrella, Eric,” Florence pointed out.

“I’m just... worried about you is all,” he confessed with a shrug and a slight little smile on his round face. She tilted her head to the side and rested a hand on her chest.

“That’s so sweet,” she remarked, and then she cleared her throat. “Did you see if there’s any place to have a drink of some sort? I'm dying of thirst.”

“Oh, yeah! There's the stuff in the ship and there’s a juice bar right outside here—Alex and his juice.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember him and his juice,” Florence assured him with a slight chuckle. “He was ape shit for like—pomegranate, if I recall correctly.”

“Pomegranate and carrot, if you can believe that,” Eric added with a slight wrinkle to his nose.

“I can believe it,” Florence assured him, and she followed him over to that vast doorway: right across the grass from the ship, over by the railing, she spotted the juice bar in question. She also spotted Gary and Zetro by the far end of the bar itself, and she recognized a little silver flask in the former’s back pocket. It seemed almost too easy to comprehend as she walked on over to those two boys and asked them about it.

She tucked the flask into her front pocket, to which it fit her jeans in cumbersome fashion, and she hoped that no one would notice it as she made her way over to Alex, who had taken his seat at a spindly iron table by the railing which overlooked the ocean waters. He shivered against the wind as he drank down his glass of club soda: she knew that he was awaiting his glass of juice, and yet she had no idea as to how long it would take. He raised his head and showed her a little smile as part of his greeting to her.

Something on the ground caught her eye, and she spotted a little patch of white and yellow daisies which grew out of the grass. She stooped down and picked a couple for a makeshift bouquet for him.

She stood up again, albeit with her free hand rested upon her front pocket to ensure he wouldn’t see the flask there, and she sauntered over to him as he peered out over the railing to the ocean waters.

“Alex?”

He turned back to her, and he raised his sunglasses from his eyes for a better look at her. “Yes?”

She held out the twin daisies for him, to which he raised his eyebrows at her as if he was inquiring her a serious question.

“These are for you,” she told him, and his face softened at the sight of the heads of the daisies, and he bowed his head for her. Florence then put her arms around his lanky little body, and she held him close to her. She then held back for a glimpse into his handsome oval face, and he showed her a sweet little smile. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them down the collar of his shirt: the gray sunlight washed over his face to where he looked so soft and round, as softer and rounder than she had ever seen him before.

“Would you like something to drink?” she offered him.

“I’m waiting for my pomegranate juice,” he told her. “I only got club soda because the other alternative was ice water, and it’s too cold for that.”

“True. Pomegranate...” She chuckled at that.

“Predictable, I know,” he said with a shrug.

“No, no, no—it's what you like,” she assured him, and then he gestured to the bar right behind her. “Want me to get it for you?”

“Oh, please!” he proclaimed. “And thank you.” He showed her that sweet little smile, that same that charmed her the first time around with its lopsided quality and the way in which his little cheekbones filled out like ripe little apples.

Florence padded over to the bar for his glass of pomegranate juice and, after thanking the man at the counter, she skirted off to the side to let Greg and Louie through.

She peered over her shoulder back at him, and she noticed that he had leaned over the top of the table and propped up his head in the palm of his hand. He paid no attention to her all the while, which meant that she could do it for him right then and there. Florence returned to the glass before her and quickly, she took the flask out of her front pocket and poured in a little bit of the light brown liquid into the glass of dark purple pomegranate juice. It wasn’t the first time she poured something into a vessel with haste, and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last. She gave the glass a quick swirl before she doubled back to him with it plus a little paper napkin in hand.

He raised his eyebrows at her as she returned to him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the napkins,” she told him as she set the glass down before him as well as the napkins.

“Yeah, they were right in front of you,” he flatly said.

“Pregnancy brain, remember?” she told him as she took her seat across the table from him.

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about that,” he confessed, and then he took a sip.

“Yikes,” he muttered.

“What’s it like?”

“Not bad, but I wouldn’t drink a lot of it, though,” he pointed out. “It’s got this weird sweetness to it.” He gazed at the rim of the glass before him for a second, and then he took another sip. “Sweetness... not like any other pomegranate juice I've ever had before.” He pointed at the rim to offer her some, and she shook her head. He took a bigger sip, followed by a hefty swig, and she knew that he was ready for the interrogation of sorts.

“Okay,” she began again, that time with a little lean over the table.

“Okay?” he asked her with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Now, tell me everything,” she told him.

“What do you mean?” he asked her again, that time slightly confused.

“Tell me the truth, Alex,” she insisted. His eyelids drooped down a bit, and he sniffled as if he was preparing a sneeze somewhere inside of that prominent nose, and yet he never did. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and fetched up a yawn, and then he leaned back in the chair.

“Do you still love Eric?” she asked him.

“’Still’?” he echoed her.

“Yes. ‘Still.’ Surely, you have to have some sort of leftover feelings about him. I know, Alex Skolnick—nothing about you is clear-cut but I know you have a way of going about with things, though.”

He shook his head.

“Florence, I promise you. It was a long time ago. There's nothing in there anymore.”

“Could you at least slip me the details?” she asked him in a near whisper, to which Alex drummed his fingers on the table.

“Okay. Is there any reason as to why you’re asking me this instead of—you know—Eric?”

“Because if I bring it up to him, he’ll not know what to tell me.”

“Florence, I don’t even know what to tell you,” Alex pointed out. “It’s not like I can very easily go back to that time and show you what happened. Also, keep in mind—I'm a guy. It's not like I can very easily voice my feelings like you or Francine over there.”

“Well, yeah,” Florence said with a slight flutter to her eyelids.

He squinted his eyes at her. “Did you spike my drink?” he asked her, and she pursed her lips at that. Alex shook his head and chuckled. He downed the rest of the juice in one fell swoop and then he walked on over to the far side of the bar. Disappointed, Florence reached into her front pocket for the flask, and she took a whiff.

Indeed, she smelled something sweet and sugary inside of there instead of the sharp pungency of alcohol. She closed her eyes as she took a second whiff of the smell. Not root beer, but close to it.

“Sarsaparilla,” she read aloud. “Goddammit, Gary.”

She stood up to her feet, and she was about to walk on over to Gary and Zetro again when the ground shook again. She held still so the feeling would subside. Everyone around the bar ducked down in case of something falling. The three ships quivered and quaked with the shaking, and Florence hoped that neither of them would fall over in the face of it.

“What the hell is that?” Zetro called out from the bar.

“I wish I knew,” Florence muttered under her breath. She was alone that time around, and she had no idea where Eric had run off to, either. She hoped that the next round of shaking, she could at the very least have him in her arms.

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scotianostra · 2 years

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Happy Birthday film director Michael Caton-Jones born in Broxburn, West Lothian, October 15th 1957.

Moving to London at age 17 to pursue a writing career, Caton-Jones paid the rent by working as a stagehand at London’s West End. He decided to attend Britain’s National Film School, where he quickly gained attention when his first project, entitled Leibe Mutter, won the Best Film at the European Student Awards.

After he completed his second student film, The Riveter, the BBC took no time in purchasing it.

By the time he had completed two years of film school, Caton-Jones was offered a job directing the three-part mini-series Brond. By the late 80s, he had decided to direct his first feature length film.

His breakthrough film was the excellent Scandal, a compelling look at the Profumo-Keeler sex scandal of the early 1960s. Not unlike his earlier films, Scandal became a critical and popular international hit resulting in numerous awards and nominations, including the Camera D'Or at Cannes, the European Oscars and the Golden Globes.

The exposure led to a demand for his talents in Hollywood; so he crossed the pond to direct features like Memphis Bell, Doc Hollywood and This Boy’s Life based on Tobias Wolff’s poignant autobiographical novel.

He returned to his roots in the mid-90s to film the story of one of his country’s most heroic patriots - Rob Roy. The film starring Liam Neeson, Jessica Lang, Tim Roth and John Hurt, earned critical acclaim and won Roth an Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actor.

I loved his film Urban Hymn, which has an outstanding soundtrack, Caton-Jones described it as “one of the best film making experiences I’ve had.” and the period miniseries World Without End. The film, Hitman Redemption, which stars Sons of Anarchy actor Ron Perlman as a Mossad member-turned-gun-for-hire in New York got a few mixed reviews, but I enjoyed it.

By far my favourite film from Michael Caton-Jones so far is Our Ladies, which he directed an co-wrote the screenplay. It is based on an excellent book by Alan Warner called The Sopranos, but the name being so well known it they changed so as to avoid any confusion and possible lawsuit? Anyway, my favourite moment is when the girls go to a Northern Soul Karaoke in Edinburgh, if you want to watch it I will post a link for it. Warner previous wrote Morvern Callar which was made into a film by Lynne Ramsay and starred Samantha Morton.

In October 2017, Michael Caton-Jones revealed he had chosen Sophie Okonedo, to star in B. Monkey. However producer, Harvey Weinstein, decided the actress was not "fuckable".

Caton-Jones and Weinstein discussed the matter heatedly and Caton-Jones said, "'Don’t screw up the casting of this film because you want to get laid', whereupon he went mental." Weinstein then told Variety that Caton-Jones had left the production due to "creative differences".

Asia Argento, who replaced Okonedo, was one of three women who in 2017 were reported in The New Yorker to have been raped by Weinstein; she said she submitted to Weinstein because, "I felt I had to, because I had the movie coming out and I didn’t want to anger him."

Michael Caton-Jones’ Our Ladies has scooped up two nominations for the Bafta Scotland awards.

#Scotland #scottish #film director #director #filmmaker #happy birhtday

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penelopelima · 5 months

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Hey, dear anglosaxons, true literature and really any other type of art will shine just fine through its translation. Stop thinking of translation as a grotesque mirror that distorts the original so much that it makes the whole thing pointless. Stop lamenting the details that are lost in translation because the truth is, most of the time, it really isn't that much, and you would only really notice if you were really familiar with the original text. That lamentation is meant for scholars and snobs. Most art is firstly about concepts and ideas and secondly about form. Even that which is mostly about its form can be beautifully adapted by a skilled translator. Ideas can be universal if you will try to listen. Stop thinking in terms of English literature and translated literature. Translation is meant to be an invisible art, the translator's talent is to disappear within the original authorial voice and allow it to reach you. Let them disappear, let it reach you. Stop focusing the stage lights on the stagehands and ignoring the play. You will realize a lot of what you think is an new place has been traveled to through a different route by many others before. There is beauty in that. A lot of humanity is the same, has had the same sorrows and joys and imaginations. You are robbing yourselves.

#Don't be afraid to talk about a foreign authors prose and style and voice and use of colour and tone because that is what you are reading #The translator didn't put it there #Literature #Translation

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junithys · 1 year

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Passing Thoughts 10 (it's been a while since I've done one of these...)

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I recently reached 3,000 followers on REALITY - a Vtubing (streaming with an anime avatar) app! It makes me really happy because I've been working really hard on Vtubing, singing, and illustrating each day. I've only been doing doodles and outlines of my art because I don't want to ruin a good sketch with bad digital art skills, so once I finish the ones I plan on drawing for my yearly goal. I'm going to grind a bit of art tutorials and see if I can improve!

Mini Book Reviews

I had planned on reading more, but since I've been pushing myself a lot recently, I have been falling asleep while reading.

The Ebony Tower - John Fowles

One of my favorite authors, his prose is brilliant and beautiful and has a classic literary quality that not many modern books do. The Ebony Tower is a novella collection. As many great artists do, there is a continuation of Fowles's authorial fixations: twins, Greece, Machiavellian elites, beautiful yet troubled women, and Jungian archetypes. "Poor Koko" story was one of my favorites, it reminded me of a South Korean short film called "Cut" (dir. Park Chan-wook of Oldboy fame), both have a wealthy man's estate broken into and are psychologically tormented rather than robbed. In "Poor Koko", the burglar seems to try to torment the protagonist on account of his wealth, whereas in "Cut", the criminal is a deranged stagehand who is envious that the protagonist got a role in the film that they're working on.

"The Enigma" is another great story about a man who goes missing mysteriously with no prior motive and has a seemingly spotless reputation. The detective questions the victim's family, associates, and is only able to get a grain of truth from the man's son's one-time fling (someone completely unrelated to his personal life). It was interesting psychological galavant, it was difficult to tell if they were acting shading on behalf of the disappearance or because of an inflated sense of pride, like the wife completely denying the possibility of an affair and the children trying to uphold their father's reputation. It was interesting! The last tale that I liked was "Cloud", a surreal bourgeois picnic drinking from the hands of eternal life; a social soliloquy of sheer beauty and melancholy.

The Cat Who Saved Books - Sōsuke Natsukawa

This book reads like an anecdotal children's tale, very similar to "The Little Prince" (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry) in a sense that the young protagonist goes to avant-garde locations to help protect the integrity of literature. The main character is a hikikomori (in Japanese culture, it is a term used for someone who socially isolates themselves) and after the death of his grandfather, he helps with the business and skips class to read books all day. When a mysterious talking-cat appears, claiming that the boy is the shop's new proprietor, he is whisked away to alternate realities which people try to pervert the sanctity of reading.

I grew of with book-centric fantasy stories like "Wishbone", "Reading Rainbow", and "The Pagemaster" so I have a specific, nostalgic fondness for these kind of stories. While the narrative could be seen as a bit preachy at times, I like stories with a kind of youthful idealism. Like for example, many people think that the TV anime version of "Galaxy Express 999" was too hammer-you-over-the-head with the moral lessons, but I like things like that, perhaps it's because of my upbringing in a very strictly Christian household.

I think the sentiment that the cat speaks when he says that that every human being is born with empathy may not be true all of the time, but unless a person has a brain condition (i.e. sociopathy and psychopathy), I think that most children are born with a strong sense of compassion and empathy. Believing that empathy is the natural mode of feeling makes a healthier society, rather that claiming that being an "empath" is a special ability. I think it depends on how much of your childhood memories you can retain before the world hurts you. Overall, a very refreshing and simple read.

Torture Princess, Vol. 7 - Keishi Ayasato (warning: spoilers)

Keishi Ayasato does it again with his brilliant story-telling abilities! The intrigue is heightened after two of the main triad of main characters (Kaito and Hina) sacrifice their lives to save the world and Elizabeth is left in the aftermath to carry the torch. This volume was exciting from beginning to end with Ayasato's unusually beautiful light novel prose! Jeanne and Izabella confess their love to one another, most anime-related series only tease same-sex relationships like these, so I was shocked when it became fully canon. A new "torture princess" is introduced ("Alice") who is even more twisted than Elizabeth's former rival, Jeanne, and has a "Made in Abyss"-like relationship with her papa, Carroll, a mysterious magician with a plague doctor mask!

Cat Observations

Kenma plays fetch like a puppy-dog... - He particularly likes doing this with plastic straws and a small bunny plushie that we have, but little Ken will bring his toys up on the bed and struts around with them in his teeth. And if you throw them, he'll chase after them and bring them back onto the bad to show-off some more! Since he loves plastic straws, we have to be careful to have full drinks out in the open or he will pull the straw out and spill the drink.

Kenma makes a boulder-like position when he's doing something bad... - If Ken-Ken is somewhere he knows he's not supposed to be, he goes into a corner and hardens his body in a circular shape, so that it's harder to pick him up. He has also learned how to open doors if they're not shut firmly enough.

Both kittens pull screws out of furniture and pushpins out of walls... - I don't know if it's normal, I only found one result online but... the cats will pull furniture screws and pushpins out of things so that they can play with them. Might be a concern in the future, but we've stayed vigilant with securing things.

Gratitude Segment

Here is where I talk about my personal life a bit, for my entire life I have had a condition bordering on agoraphobia because of an extreme phobia that I have, that prevents me from going to many places. It has been difficult for me because I am naturally an extrovert but I have had trouble socializing because of my crippling phobia, it was even difficult for me to force myself to go to school at times because of the fear that I would see something that would cause a panic attack. To lessen the anxiety, I would always go to familiar places and avoided areas that weren't confirmed as safe beforehand. I went to therapy every month for over ten years, but that only helped very minimally. I have had this phobia since I was four-years-old, due to a traumatic event.

Vtubing has been a godsend to me in many ways, because it combines my love of anime and allows me to socialize in a place where I don't feel petrified or feel that I have to look around to make sure that said area is safe. I wanted to express my gratitude for Vtubing and REALITY, a platform where I can stream with a cute avatar for free. I appreciate it more than words could ever express!

#my art #gratitude #cat observations #book review #vtubers of tumblr

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Rob beats the everloving shit out of Mortem with a metal pipe in 4K

#rob tawog #stagehand rob #showstopper mortem #evil morty #rick and morty #tawog #cartoon network #shitpost

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My Son’s a Queer (But What Can You Do?)

At the tender age of 12, Rob put on a full-blown Disney parade for his giggly Grandma. In dodgy wigs and improvised costumes, he gave her Ariel, Belle, Mary Poppins and Mickey Mouse while doting Dad acted as stagehand, sound technician and general props-body. It didn’t go well. As much as I dislike the whole ‘we’re all queer, now’ thing, I jumped at the chance to see My Son’s a Queer, written…

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◟̽◞̽ Tues 24 Nov ‘20 🐠

Grammy Nominations and Live Shows OH MY!!

LOUIS’ BACK!!! And I don’t mean “oh he liked something on Instagram” or “oh he tweeted about a RHCP concert”, I mean he’s going to be doing a VEEPS LIVESHOW! And so we solve the mystery of the Spotify vids (they were a stage!): a few hours before the announcement, he tweeted, “Hope you’re all doing alright. Exciting stuff coming up!!”, and then left the masses to wonder what could possibly be happening and when. Three anxious hours later: “So excited to announce that I’m getting my band and crew back together to put on a special show for you all that will be streamed December 12 [!!!adkhfkadhfjj!!!] and will be available for 28 hours after. The show will support 5 important causes very close to my heart”. The causes Louis Tomlinson Live From London will support are FareShare (they redistribute food to communities in need), CrewNation (the LiveNation COVID crew fund), StageHand (similar to CrewNation, but UK based), Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, and paying Louis' own touring crew! The tickets go on sale TOMORROW. If you can't afford one, Luke Massie (founder and CEO of Vibe Tickets) is giving funds away on twitter to fans who want to watch the show! “I’ll do my best to help as many of you as I can see him and his amazing crew perform,” he said. Louis has said that there is no cap on the ticket sales, so I’m taking him at his word and hoping that Veeps is prepared for what's about to happen (they're REALLY not lol.)

And that’s not all!! The press release for the show promised “songs from… ‘Walls”...alongside a few surprises” (I - could it - new music????), as well as “an exclusive range of new merchandise” that comes out tomorrow! The merch proceeds will go to the charities listed above. And! The Telegraph published an interview! Louis promises AN UPCOMING NEW ALBUM (“I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives”). He says again that he wants to move into the KMM style rock sound, “I think there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, this is who I want to be..there is a certain energy in [KMM], in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.” He says that he wants this next album to be more optimistic, because that is who he is, but new songwriting is HARD during a pandemic: for him (like for all of us), his days have fallen into a routine, and so he has no ‘new experiences’ to draw from. And, once again, Louis brings up John Frusciante and how he “fucking wishes” he could chat with him. Louis - drop your RHCP stan account PLEASE! We also learned that fans were RIGHT in speculating that he’s been in LA recently (though likely not for the reason the Telegraph wants us to think). About his travels, Louis says, “[The spot he goes to] is remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it... it’s got some very interesting (peculiar?) locals who live there...it feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there.” ANY COMMENT, @/visiteroda??? And, in a rare look ahead, Louis reveals that he wants to manage an all-women’s rock band playing instruments (hey, friend, you know where women could play instruments? YOUR OWN BAND, MY DUDE! Just a suggestion). He said that his process with Syco had become “challenging and frustrating” because the kinds of artists he wants to develop aren’t “ready-made” - he sees a lot of artists that were “rough and ready” but labels want to see “something that works straight away”. But with Syco dust in the wind he can get back to it: HELL YEAH! The band he’s currently got his eyes on is Fickle Friends (an indie Brighton all-female rock band); he says this is the kind of band he wants to manage, “because there’s no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don’t do it, someone else will!”. Guys, I say this a lot, but really, Louis is about to make some WAVES in that space and I can’t WAIT to see it play. But first the concert, please!

AND!!!!!! Harry has been NOMINATED FOR THREE FUCKING GRAMMYS!! GUYS, HE MADE IT! The categories he is up for are: Best Music Video (Adore You - the TASTE), Best Pop Solo Performance (Watermelon Sugar), and BEST POP VOCAL ALBUM! I know that we’re always like, Grammys mean nothing, and how can we feel otherwise 1D was never nominated, but this is a MILESTONE in his career, and I am so happy to see his work getting the recognition it deserves! There were no nominations for him in the general field this year (artist or record of the year) BUT just you WAIT. Everything that Harry does makes me think that he is gearing up for a very long and successful career and I am. Very Happy for him. And so is everyone else! Harry’s friends, family, colleagues, and labels have all been quick to congratulate him on his well deserved recognition. In other Harry news, we got some stills from an Austrailian movie called “Holding the Man” which bear remarkable similarities to the Golden music video. (Were Harry's Vans really in there as a tribute to the film or did that part just work out very well for him??) The movie and the song don’t have anything in common thematically except being gay, but it really looks like a visual homage to this film (or, my personal theory, a fix-it fic to give it a happy ending!). And! Harry was papped on the DWD set with Florence Pugh again today, in a suit and an opulent background - it’s hard to make out Harry’s face, but I think we can guess that it's beaming in pride, as it should be.

GQ Spain did a piece on Liam’s Hugo capsule, praising it for being “the utilitarian style” (“the star trend of 2020”). They’re very nice about it, and seem to be genuinely interested and like the color scheme of the clothes: “the monocolor look...is an irrefutable argument in men’s clothing”. They also praise the collection for being an example that “you don’t need to spend hours in front of a mirror to dress like the best dressed men on the planet”. All of these were meant to be compliments, I SWEAR! Niall was around on Twitter yesterday, reminiscing about the time when some fans asked Justin Beiber to take pictures of them with Niall, it's true Niall that IS hilarious and also good psychic timing: that's EXACTLY how relevant Justin Beiber should be (yes I AM bitter the Weeknd was ROBBED). He also congratulated Shawn Mendes for his documentary, “So proud of this boy. He’s smashed it and always so humble. Well done to everyone involved.X”. I have not seen this documentary but if there are any more “Camila Cabello orders bananas at sushi restaurants moments” PLEASE let me know!

#louis tomlinson #Harry styles #Liam Payne #niall horan #woah WHAT A DAY OH MY GOD #okay well i loved This thank you #also Louis wanting to expand tje Brit rock scene to include more women is uh #badass and I love him #anyways!#song of the day!#apple pie by Lizzy McAlpine

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🚨Thurs 17 Dec ‘20🚨

No one will argue, this year has been the worst and I'm not really into that whole 'silver linings to bad things' bit, but... BUT! If the demise of live shows and rise of livestreams meant Zayn deciding to perform for us?! Well. I would be willing to reconsider my whole ass philosophy on life! Unfortunately, despite the excitement (or was it hysteria?) he inspired last night by getting all our hopes up, it might just be a music video? We'll see though. He definitely did register a new song, UNFXWITABLE (!), and then, and THEN: slid a single photo into his instagram story, a truly beautiful old baroque theater stage, fitted with live show speakers and a tantalizingly closed red curtain. The stage lights are on, the seats are empty... prepping for zomething?? It was discovered to be the St George Theater in Staten Island, very exciting, but today more video of them working on whatever they're working on surfaced (a snippet at the theater with a bit of an unknown song audible) that makes it seem more likely they're working on a music video than a livestream set up. Still, we can DREAM. At the very least we're getting a new song any minute now and at best-- Z3 and a video AND a liveztream?? (or prerecorded, that's FINE.) The pap pics the other day were him leaving a menswear boutique (sorry I said home, my bad, it was the usual 'front door to car' walk though) leading to speculation he was getting fitted for zomething zpecial... maybe we'll get to see it soon!

Likely on account of the added European show tickets going on sale today, Louis came online to check in, and also to laugh at old videos of himself, send larries into a tailspin, and best of all, weigh in on and shut down discourse left and right THANK YOU SIR! Louis is happy to walk us all through how not to get Live In London video taken down (“do it on a burner account haha?” tips from the master truly, no one would know better so listen to him); he denies having such an account himself (“maybe I should”) though unlike Liam (see below) HE doesn't go that extra step into obvious lie territory and say he's NEVER had one. On how he deals with comments about his height (which are up again these last few days due to a video circulating that uses math to conclude once again that he is in fact, as documented, 5'9”), “I rise above them,” he zings back, and in appreciation of someone who actually got the joke, “you're on my level,” DOUBLE PUNNING, BOOM but that's not all: he finishes off with the comment that finished ME off, “such a peculiar debate.” REALLY. Peculiar specifically, not like strange or weird or annoying you just... went right in for the Eroda copyrighted word huh. OKAY. Also: no, probably no collabs on LT2 (“doubt it”), yes he loves twitter “in doses, no better way to talk to you lot” (you mean even better than via t shirts?? sounds fake but okay), tells us he is “100% for sure” is gonna get the vaccine, and that “cucumber is shit” which isn't really a discourse we needed him to solve that I knew of but like, okay! Sorted! Antis seethed about him talking to larries and larry UAs and picking a video of him and H singing You and I to reply to, and probably cucumber enthusiasts and anti-vaxxers were unhappy too, but the rest of us? WINNING.

Liam is all over, first appearing in a fisherman's cap that nicely sets of his full and fluffy beard, then demonstrating answering questions for the Naughty List insta filter. He says he has never made a fake social media account, so I guess he's not lurking here reading these or I would guess that if I believed THAT for one second, he also says yes I have lied to my best friend so I'll just chose to believe he means us by 'best friend' since here he is, lying away. Dixie is absent from the recent promo, which is a blessing not just because they don't mesh particularly well but also because she's gotten even more terrible on main, moving from simply allying herself with racists to producing her own racist content- if we're lucky she'll simply fade away along with xmas and we can move on without any of that thank you very much. Liam is still a good BFF to us though: today he's offering himself up as prize in a raffle, you can enter to win a 'once in a lifetime VIP Experience in 2021 with Liam' for a low low £5, funds going to Stagehand's #ILoveLive campaign to support industry workers. And on the 17th day of christmas, my LP Advent Alarm woke me up with... Roman Kemp leading us through a weirdly peppy breathing exercise, backed with both soothing spa music and a sample of Liam's voice taken from the sleep story played over and over at near random intervals! I said it before and I'll say it again, they REALLY should have recorded all the material at once last month, but tbh I am enjoying the chaotic daily scramble to find something to put on the thing that's come of them being caught short maybe even more than I would normal content, it's getting downright experimental and I'm fully here for it. It's got that classic janky af for no reason 1D feel you know!

Rob Sheffield found better things to say about Watermelon Sugar, naming it his number one song of 2020 and calling it “a lost Stevie Nicks/ Stevie Wonder duet” plus gifting us a Harry quote: “that one we reworked a bunch of times, and it died a couple times, then it just kept coming back. We fully killed it a few times, but it kept coming back in. So I thought, There’s a reason it’s surviving.” And Chris Pine- who also says that he's all done shooting his part of Don't Worry Darling- said, “Harry Styles is an absolute delight. He's one of the most professional people I've ever met. Couldn't be kinder, more gracious, I mean, really, I was stunned by this kid. He's off-the-charts cool.”

And finally, as 2020 draws to a close we are being flooded with a barrage of our guys being declared winners of incredibly narrow categories (Harry on a list of 'groundbreaking magazine covers' for example), but I think the winner of MY list of 'Highly Specific Accolades' is sewn up for the year already; Heartbreak Weather is officially “the first [advertising] campaign to utilize weather-tracking technology to target content to users”! I'll definitely be keeping my eye out for competitors but beating that for reaching for a category will be TOUGH.

#zayn #zayn malik world domination!!#as they say on the twits #louis tomlinson #harry styles #niall horan #i guess #Dixie deets in intern's tags but I abstain on the basis that's she's irrelevant and soon to be history #but if you're looking for that full story head over to her reblog #note her url has changed!!#the intern is now 1DdotdHQ! A promotion!! you can still call her intern if you want but she also answers to Hot Oli #other HQs are welcome to join my internship program if they wanna learn a thing or two #working conditions are bad and pay is worse! get in!#so like I'm not suggesting Zayn would schedule his life around anything so silly but if he did a stream that HAPPENED to be before the end o #of the year #he would totally knock Louis out of his record holding spot? Like I don't want to see that specifically but #if that would tempt his petty ass maybe we should wave it as a motivator #don't think he wouldn't be able to either Louis said about his louies 'they never see us coming' and how right he is #but even the FANDOM never see the zquad coming and it is a FORCE and has even harries beat for sheer numbers #anyway #Roman Kemp's breathing exercise sounds like its led by Arthur Shappey #rich spirit #dixie d'amelio #roman kemp #Rob Sheffield #chris pine #this account is so weird the people who I'm like huh THAT person has a tag now on my 1D update account OKAY THEN #17 dec 20

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