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POV you are Abigail Pent and this river au is looking familiar…

#art on tumblr #fanart #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #remember when John’s buddies said he looked like Edward Cullen #twilight

indiestsnake

sometimes I look at a follower in my likes and I realize I am certain I obtained their attention via fandom content. but I have no idea what fandom that could be

hello to those of you who showed up for one of my phases and just didn’t leave

gingerisamenace

Very sorry to the people who followed me for my Gideon the Ninth stuff and have got nothing since.

opashoo

I don't have a good caption, I just like these two

gingerisamenace

Should draw me some Anthro arti, damn

byjove

*doctor voice* we just got the test results back from your bloodwork and it’s weird. yeah. your blood is real freaking weird. what’s causing it? no clue. should you be worried about it? not really sure. anyway, just wanted to call and tell you your blood is all kinds of fucked up.

littleflowermenace

Accurate representation of @gingerisamenace ‘s rheumatologist

mushroominaforest

Time skip/generation skip sequels are terrible and awful to me because yayyy my favourite characters got a happy ending except NO THEY DIDNT because we need conflict for their children/successors so actually their happy ending lasted approximately 0.5 seconds and then everything became awful again.

Like. Movies will have a young adult break some sort of cycle or save the world or something and then the next movie will come out and now that young adult is an old adult and their life didn’t actually work out and they didn’t actually break the cycle and they didn’t actually save the world and it’s like. It’s so sad to me.

Is anyone else bothered by this? Like I can’t stand it lol. I know it’s just a genre preference whether you like tragedies or not (I really don’t like tragedies) but it sucks so bad when media that wasn’t even meant to be a tragedy becomes a tragedy just because they haaaad to go and make a time skip sequel you know? And then I have to pretend canon doesn’t exist and make up my own happy ending au in my head lmao.

gingerisamenace

A lot of sequels fall into the trap of ‘undoes all the work we did in the first book’, whether that’s about character development or the core conflict itself. Having the story continued by the main cast’s kids only adds to the effect, especially when the adults never show up again for problems they should reasonably be able to help with. Why are we making kids do all the work? C’one author, we see you scared to write about anyone over the age of 16. Let these forty year olds save the world.

It cheapens the happy ending for the old cast when done sloppily (I think this story structure could work in a situation where the book gets self aware with it and points out, that, say, killing some big bad isn’t going to completely fix the systemic issues left behind or that allowed the big bad to happen in the first place.)

Bonus points for shittyness if the main cast all couples off in nice little nuclear family units when you know there’s no way in hell that would happen. Read too many books where a brash, arrogant woman who has no interest in children gets paired off out of the blue with some dude and has a brood of kids and mellows out. She should be at the cluuuuub.

indiestsnake

sometimes that constant looming anxiety on your off day is right, and you actually are forgetting a chore or responsibility!! issue is it does not go away when said responsibility is done

gingerisamenace

A tiny little protestant man lives in the back of my head and whispers things like ‘idleness is sin….. work is vituefull…. clean until your arms fall off’ But hark! He is never satisfied

indiestsnake

how many engines do you have to put on a vehicle before it stops being a vehicle and starts being a projectile

gingerisamenace

When the wheels are rendered moot

Still mad that my theater teacher decided I was too masculine to play Viola.

#Viola #the same Viola who spends the entire play dressed as a man #twelfth night

minotaurfemme

y'all ever think about how insane the sauropods were

minotaurfemme

this is a leg off of Argentinosaurus and its already the size of a two story house like LOOK at the size of these fuckers

the fact that any land animal ever got to be as large as this is insane. this shit is only beat by fucking whales, creatures that dont have to support their weight on legs

gingerisamenace

Imagine you’re doing all that and you’re second to these fucking things! Mr long over here isn’t even trying!

I love whales

homunculus-argument

I think it would be funny to write a murder mystery where not only did every single character involved have an obvious motive to kill this mf, they were actually all attempting to murder him first, but the murder attempts all cancelled each other out all except for one. Two people tried to poison him but the poisons just happen to work as antidotes for each other, and instead of killing him only gave him the shits, and due to having the shits he couldn't go hunting that day like he had planned, foiling the plans of the one who had conditioned his favourite hunting horse to panic and bolt at the cue of a whistle, and the other murder attempt of tampering with his gun so that it would have exploded his whole face off.

The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.

terriwriting

Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.

copperbadge

When I was in high school a friend of mine would host murder mystery dinners once or twice a year. They were the kind you could buy as a kit -- I don't even know if they exist anymore -- and everyone was assigned (or chose) a character, then received a booklet of clues to share. The idea was to spend an evening in a one-shot LARP designed like an Agatha Christie novel.

I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.

After we solved it, we discovered that the game wasn't from a kit -- the host had written it herself and meticulously printed out the booklets in replica style of the kits. It was the best going-away party I think I could possibly have had.

littleflowermenace

I read this book! It exists! I cannot for the life of me remember the title but it was a collection of all these different characters alibis written by different authors, and each person explained that they tried to kill the guy but failed for various reasons.

I’ll try to find the book!

gingerisamenace

The owner of a pickle factory died horribly. Lemony Snicket was one of the authors. What you seek does exist

gingerisamenace

This post is going to be a bit of a departure from my usual but I fell that it would be beneficial to put it out there. Theater vent here.

I have been in high school theater for two years now, and our latest show is a production of Twelfth Night- my favorite Shakespeare- set in the twenties. There are some issues with the script, but that’s not what I’m going to talk about. I’m very frustrated about casting.

During auditions, it was expected that I would be cast as Viola. I had never been a lead before, though last play I was told I was only not cast as Eponie (Les Miz) because my name was at the bottom of the actor list so by the time they got to me everything was already casted.

I was told I had a great audition, and that I was likely to finally get a chance. This was ging to be my last play. Then, when the cast list came out and I was cast as dance ensemble and officer number one, multiple people came to me afterwards and said that I had been screwed over, including by a friend I’ll get to later.

The theater teacher ended up approaching me after class and telling me that while I was a strong contender for Viola, my voice was far too deep for her song, Someone To Watch Over Me. (Yes, this adaptation is a musical, a root of some of its issues)

I excepted this, until we started run throughs. Today was the first show night, and what sparked this vent. I am really, really pissed off.

After telling me that my voice was to deep for Viola, the teacher allowed the following:

1. The sailors who rescue Viola at the very beginning (whom he casted all women for) sang a bass-baritone sea shanty in soprano. This sea shanty, mind you, is the one I did for my audition.

2. Orsino refused to learn to sing and instead did his song, The Girl On The Magazine Cover, exclusively in spoken word. SPOKEN WORD. He also was not memorized by show night.

This brings us to my friend. My friend, A, is a very strong actor and singer and has gotten many supporting roles. A was really gunning for Orsino, and is a big fan of the song he sings. A was cast a Toby instead, yet another comic relief. A was really disappointed about not getting Orsino, especially after the teacher told him that he was only not cast as Orsino because he was assigned the job of acting coach. He, however, suspects it was due to his appearance.

You see, A and I are both trans, and rather gender nonconforming. The boy who was cast as Orsino has been a lead a few times, despite being newer to acting and struggling with being understood on stage, because he is a very large, masculine man. Our teacher has a bad habit of casting on appearance, and we worry he cast not on ability, but on who fit the look he wanted in his head. I wasn’t fem enough for Viola, but wasn’t masc enough for Sebastian. A wasn’t mannish enough for Orsino.

The explanation that my voice was too deep has fallen flat on account of him letting others sing in different keys and not sing at all.

The short of it is that we are frustrated. I haven’t let it show, and have learned all my dances and lines and went to every 3 to 9:30 practice. But tonight I needed to let it out. It didn’t matter what I did, I was never going to get a lead. I didn’t look right to the teacher- which I think is ridiculous, considering Viola is dressed as a man the whole play- so I wasn’t even considered. The teacher likely made up his mind before auditions.

I will say that I have decided to do one more play though school, a straight adaptation of The Taming Of The Shrew, directed by A and another theater friend as their senior project.

I am also directing an adaptation of Dracula, written by me (I am very proud) as a afterschool club. I hope they go better for me.

Thank you for reading. I just needed to put my thoughts into words on why I am so upset. Goodnight.

gingerisamenace

The play is all over now, and while I am still upset, it has waned. I had fun, ultimately, though I still get sad and angry if I think about it too much.