dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is "abnormal" or "hazardous" prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson
Saw this on Twitter today
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dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is "abnormal" or "hazardous" prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson
Saw this on Twitter today
Giving someone six geese (a-laying, and thus in full protect-the-nest mode), much less SEVEN SWANS, does not seem to me, to be, per se, an act of true love
if all you can do is a half-assed job, then half-ass it.
if all you can do is part, or get started, then do that, go as far as you can.
it’s okay. do what you can, give what you’ve got. if you can only clean half the mirror, or the bathroom sink but not get to the toilet, or only vacuum one room, then okay. you did something. and that means something was accomplished.
fuck the yoda wisdom of this shitty world.
try.
tried this with homework and found out that what i considered a half-ass effort was usually worth 80-90% of the points
half-ass evereything, you’ll get further than you think
I have a saying I repeat to myself when I get in the weeds with a first draft of a project:
Great is the enemy of Good.
Great is the enemy of Done.
Especially for first drafts? Live by it!
by patrickc_la on instagram — bioluminescence within the shores of Marina Del Rey, CA
You are a haunted house, and you’re lonely. You’ve become self conscious because every time you try to engage with visiting humans, they run away in fear. But a party of humans has just arrived, and you realise one of them is intent on killing the rest.
They had left you.
One by one by one, over years and years and years. Your halls are empty now. Your floorboards creak. Your walls groan. Your foundations are beginning to sink. It’s only a matter of time before the humans decide you’re better off abolished, and so bring their loud machines to pick you apart brick by brick by brick.
You’d accepted that when humans began running away from you just because you’d opened a shutter to let in some light, or when you’d open doors for them to allow passage through your lonely halls. This world and these humans have no need for what they do not know or understand; such things are fearful for them. And yet, in contrast to such simple logic, they hold within them an insatiable curiosity. That is, after all, why time and time again, humans return to you, a house with a supposed soul to behold the truth with their own eyes. Most leave in fear, but there are some who are struck by awe; the knowledge that there are things beyond their understanding (those are your favourites). They have endeared themselves to you in this way - even the loud ones who come with their long metal sticks and intent to do you harm. Any attention is good attention when you’re lonely, you suppose.
Until…
There is a smear in this group of humans. You can sense it; an excited unrest in the one who smiles too wide and shows too many teeth. He hides something from the rest of them, but you know. Having seen so many humans come and go over so many years—most good, some bad, but all of them so wonderfully curious—you know.
Run! you try to convey, through fluttering shades and flickering lights. Leave me on this night, so that you may live to see another!!
But such theatrics are the norm now, and they see your warnings as the signals of your old soul. They venture deeper, and that one human smiles wider, the knife at his back gleaming in your blinking lights.
The first one falls with a hiccuped gasp, choking on blood that rises to their throat. It spills onto your floorboards, seeping into the cracks and crevices until you can almost taste it.
That’s when the screaming begins.
And for the first time in your long life, you become enraged. Your walls shrink and grow, pulsing with fervent life; the angered huffs and puffs of restraint. The glass in your windows shriek from the strain as a second human falls with their fear still reflected in their glassy stare.
Not like this! It is never supposed to be like this!
It will not happen again!
Not in your halls that a family once called home. You are a sanctuary for those with wonder in them. For those who look at you with nostalgia and remember something from a distant past that you can not ever fathom. For those who gently touch your peeling wallpaper and smile. The ones who seek thrill. The ones who want to live.
You slam all the doors closed until they become stuck in their jambs. Your shutters close and meld with the walls until they become solid.
If this human thinks he can fill your halls with blood, then you will become the monster the town thinks you to be.
Interchangeable Sapphire Chameleon ring, with four interchangeable central stones of smoky quartz, amethyst, olive quartz and citrine, by Annoushka Jewellery
I feel like I’m supposed to wear this on a quest so it can periodically crawl off my finger and up the dungeon wall to unlock hidden doors or show me clues.
Has @randomitemdrop seen this yet?
Item: Chameleon Ring; can change its gem to other types of stone and also periodically crawl off the wearer’s finger and up the dungeon wall to unlock hidden doors or show them clues
Butterflies dresses by Bibian Blue
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If you like the wellerman, try on this classic
The Chemical Worker’s Song. Not far off our current days’ wage slave experience. I’m telling you, you need Union Songs.
Sailors aboard a ship used to hum to warn the captain they were THIS close to a mutiny and didn’t like conditions AT ALL. Because humming was something others could keep doing when you stopped. Anyone comes close you stop, but the hum of the rest keeps on and they can’t prove who, exactly, is doing it.
Just saying.
Sea shanties are a gateway drug to work/labour songs of all kinds, labour songs always end up including union songs, and that’s how you end up extremely hardcore for organised labour.
And if people want more information, this particular song is called “The Chemical Worker’s Song (Process Man)”, written by the Canadian folk group Great Big Sea.
Sea shanties and labour songs are an active tradition! Are you pissed? Sing about it.
The Chemical Worker’s Song is iconic (and in fact a longtime staple of UK LARP filk!) but while Great Big Sea did a cover of it, it was in fact written by Ron Angel in the UK, in 1964. Originally called the ICI Song, it referred to the grim working conditions in an Imperial Chemical Industries factory in north-east England.
The lighting in this video takes it from great to awesome.
I have officially concluded that this woman is a siren. My evidence:
1) Outstanding vocal ability no mere mortal could hope to achieve 2) Haunting lyrics that speak to deep and depressing truths of the world 3) No way to prove she has legs 4) I feel so enchanted listening to her sing that I’d probably let her drown me
Here’s a full version of The Chemical Worker’s Song, for anyone who’s curious
Sprawling, Color-Coded Arrangements Expose the Intricate Underbellies of Mushrooms
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underrated trope: “i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you”
This - but the feeling is absolutely, completely, 100% wrong.
Person 1: “I don’t know what it is about you…I just know that I can trust you.”
Person 2, their actual, literal worst enemy: “Excuse me, what?”
Cue enemies to friends to lovers speedrun.
This but person 1 is faking to get out of a tight spot and then when enemy 2 confusedly goes with it things just escalate out of control
I think the worse way Adrien could reject marinette is by mentioning ladybug being his crush
It would be hard on her because duty vs desire. But it leads to Ladrien so if you’re pro-Ladrien then it’s the best solution/rejection but if you’re anti-Ladrien then deception fics happen.
But can I throw out some worse ones?
- Rejecting Marinette because after her constantly trying to out Lila, Adrien just doesn’t see her as a good person
- Rejecting Marinette because he thinks she is merely confused after being rejected by Chat Noir
- Rejecting Marinette because Gabriel won’t allow it to happen so she knows the feelings are returned but will never be anything
- Rejecting her because she’s too late, Kagami asked him out that morning and they’re now dating
- Mum zoned (it has happened in at least 1 manga I read) or sister zoned showing Adrien could never think of her in a romantic way. For some reason that hurts me
- He accepts during an akuma attack, but afterwards says no because it wouldn’t be fair on her as he loves someone else
- Rejecting Marinette before she can confess because Lila spilled just how obsessed Marinette is and Adrien says it’s sort of creepy. Marinette overhears.
- Adrien is akumatised and says it because his akumatisation is truth, he can’t remember it so continues on as he always does while Marinette knows how he really feels
- Chloe in an argument outs Marinette’s crush and Adrien tells her to not be ridiculous as Marinette would never love him like that, they are only friends
- Nathalie rejects her on Adrien’s behalf because he doesn’t have the courage, desire, or other reason to do it personally
I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.
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“I like you, Adrien!” Marinette squeezed her eyes shut. “I-I like you! Like, a lot!”
A second passed. Then, another.
Marinette peeked open one eye and found her crush staring at her. He looked stunned. Shocked. Confounded. His eyes were far away, as if he were staring a thousand-yards ahead.
They stood in an empty classroom. The rest of the class had already left for the day. She had only stayed to gather the parts of a project she’d presented. Adrien had stayed to help.
Suddenly, he blinked and refocused on her. “M-Marinette… I….” He closed his mouth and swallowed. “I… I don’t know what to say-”
“You don’t need to say anything!” She bit her tongue and glimpsed Adrien stepping back. “I-I mean, you say don’t any right thing-” She closed her mouth and turned redder than her supersuit.
Adrien’s eyes were wide and he looked paler. Sweat dripped down his brow and the sunshine glow that usually wreathed his head had dimmed.
He looked afraid.
Marinette took a deep breath and fought down her nerves with tooth and nail.
“I… You don’t… J-Just have dinner with me.” She tightened her hands into fists. “Or watch a movie. Or… Or just hang out with me… I… I just want a chance.”
He stared at her, then looked away.
Her heart cracked. Her breath hitched. A whisper in the back of her head told her to run now so she couldn’t face the possibility of a rejection.
“I… I’m really sorry, Marinette.”
Her eyes widened and she felt her heart plummet.
“You’re really nice and sweet, but…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I… I just don’t feel the same way.”
Heart heart struck the pit of her stomach, shattering like glass. Her ears were ringing as her pounding heart slowed. The adrenaline left her blood. The courage left her chest. She felt hollow. Empty.
She bowed her head. “Oh….”
“It’s not because you’re not pretty!” She felt a hand on her shoulder and winced. It stayed. “You’re really… cute, and I’m not blind to that… But….”
She felt herself tremble and willed herself to stop. She failed, though, but did her best to suppress the heartache that was taking over her body.
“But?” She asked, voice on the verge of cracking.
“I… I don’t like the way you’ve been treating Lila.”
She stilled. The heartache that invaded every part of her being and made it all hurt vanished. Suddenly, revulsion took its place. Hate and anger and fury unprecedented, all those dark emotions she warned herself from feeling surfaced.
Looking up, she met Adrien’s eyes and questioned in a quiet voice, “What?”
Rage swam beneath the surface of her stunned mask. He didn’t seem to notice as he looked away awkwardly.
“I thought we agreed that outing her would do more harm than good.”
She grit her teeth. He was wrong. And right.
Earlier in the week, Lila had boasted about her time in Germany, helping out at her family’s bakery. It’d started harmless at first. However, as the lies piled up—like they usually did—she started claiming they were the better than any bakery in Germany. In Europe. In the world.
They were better than her parents’ bakery.
She remembered the taunt. She remembered the stares and the whispering. She remembered Lila backtracking, excusing herself for the “unnecessarily rude” remark.
She’d tried Dupain-Cheng macarons before. They were a little stale.
She’d had some Dupain-Cheng croissants, but they’d been hard.
She’d ordered some dumplings, but they’d ripped open the moment she picked them up.
Lila probably had more “constructive criticism” lined up, but she’d snapped back before she could go farther. In the blink of an eye, she was demanding proof. Receipts. Dates. Titles of the food. Anything that could disprove her claims.
Adrien had tried playing mediator, but he’d just played right into Lila’s ploy.
Marinette leveled a glare at the ground. “She was crossing a line.”
“And it’s okay for you to cross one too?”
A part of her knew he was right. The rest of her wanted to say yes.
She closed her eyes and breathed in. “She was making fun of my family’s patisserie.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“But doing nothing does?”
Her voice carried throughout the empty classroom. She was breathing heavily. A fire was burning in the pit of her stomach where the shattered pieces if her heart lay.
Adrien took a step forward, hand still on her shoulder. “Marinette, if we expose her we could get her akumatized. If we just… let her keep going, she’ll inevitably get caught.”
Maybe. She might. But, she hadn’t yet.
It’d been over two months since she’d returned to Collège Françoise Dupont, and everyone was still wrapped around her finger.
“What if you’re wrong?” She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “What if she doesn’t get caught? What if she keeps lying and no one finds out?”
Her voice was trembling with the strain of suppressing her frustration. If Adrien noticed, he seemed to interpret it as fear, because suddenly, he was touching her hand and holding it in his own.
Her heart might have fluttered if it wasn’t turning to ash.
“Marinette, don’t worry,” he said with a smile that shined like the sun. “We’re in this together, remember? Even if she doesn’t get caught, her lies won’t hurt anyone.”
Her breath hitched. She stared a thousand-yards ahead.
Lila wasn’t hurting anyone.
She wasn’t hurting Adrien.
She wasn’t hurting Alya.
She wasn’t hurting Nino.
Or Kim.
Or Max.
Or Alix, Rose, Juleka, Ivan, Mylène, Nathaniel, Sabrina, or even Chloé.
She wasn’t hurting anyone.
So why did Marinette feel like someone had punched her in the gut?
“I need to go.”
She picked his hand off of her shoulder and stepped past him. He was still processing her reaction by the time she reached the door. Before she could walk out of it, though, he was running after her.
“W-Wait!” He grabbed her wrist and she struggled to escape. “Marinette, stop! What are you doing?”
“Leaving!” she snapped. “Now let go!”
“No!” He tightened his grip. “I need you to promise me that you won’t go after Lila anymore first.”
She stared at him in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” She shook her head before jerking her arm. “Let go, Adrien!”
“Just promise me-”
“No!” She pushed against him and ripped her arm away. “Lila has done nothing but lie since she got here! She doesn’t care about anyone but herself, regardless of the consequences. One of these days, she’s going to hurt our friends, and you don’t care!”
Adrien stared at her before he took on a disbelieving face too. “Of course, I care!” He threw an arm out. “But if we go after her she’ll become more dangerous! If we out her, she could become akumatized! Do you care about that?”
She opened her mouth, but closed it. Yet, she couldn’t stay quiet. Not anymore.
“Yes.” She never broke eye contact with him. “I am.” She took a deep breath. “Maybe then people will see her for who she is.”
Adrien stared at her, mouth agape. He closed it a second later and bore a heartbroken face briefly. Then, he closed his eyes and breathed in. “I can’t believe you, Marinette.”
She watched him with opened eyes, rounded like dinner plates.
He crossed his arms and raised his chin, shooting her a condescending look down past his nose. “You’re just another bully.”
Her hand flew before she could stop herself.
The next thing she knew, Adrien was a few steps back, holding his cheek. She stood over him, hand up and palm stinging.
He stared at her with wide, tear-brimming eyes. She stared back with the same expression, save for the lurking wrath that blazed around her wet eyes.
Silence reigned between them for an eternity before she turned and walked away.
I’m not crying. You’re all crying. Crying thinking about how Lila could have overheard so is planning to twist the blade, Alya agreeing with Adrien when Marinette goes to her for comfort, Marinette then also having to fight off akumatisation so shutting off her feelings…
(Never ever apologise for making my stuff so much better, seriously you’re amazing)
It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Adrien will be hunted by Kagami for sport and Chloe will expose Lila and everything will be fine.
So…that’s some nice angst there.
Hope you don’t mind a dash of spite to the mix.
Keep reading
@gale-of-the-nomads can you continue this I bet you can definitely make it more angst if you have time that is
I was summoned,
(Let’s see what I can do)
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Ladybug didn’t think: just threw herself after him, yo-yo spinning out to anchor her. Chat Noir could hit the ground from that height and walk away whistling. But Adrien?
Adrien would just have to deal with the road rash from being body-slammed into the building ten meters up from the road. Not to mention the bruised back.
“Ladybug, what–?” Adrien asked weakly, as she tried to get a grip on him: one hand held the yo-yo, the other had kept his head from hitting the brick, and she was braced on a windowsill with one foot, her other knee between his legs so he couldn’t fall farther, which left none of her limbs free to secure him, and he–
“Grab on,” Ladybug ordered him.
He didn’t. “What are you doing?”
“Saving your sorry ass, apparently. Grab on.”
“…Why?” He wasn’t even looking at her. “I don’t deserve–”
Ladybug turned his head to face her and leaned in close. “I don’t care what you don’t deserve.”
Adrien closed his eyes.
“We are having this conversation,” Ladybug snarled. “Whether you like it or not. We can do that here, or we can do it somewhere comfortable. I like option two. Grab on.”
“If you insist,” he mumbled, securing his arms around her waist.
She launched them up, dropping them back on the rooftop, and pinned him down with her body weight. “I’ve heard a lot today about what you don’t deserve,” Ladybug told him, terror-fueled anger easing now she had him safe. “And you’re right. You don’t deserve kindness. Or friendship. Or forgiveness. Or love.”
Adrien, eyes still closed, went limp under her. “So why did you stop me?”
“I wasn’t done talking.” Adrien swallowed and didn’t answer. “Two things,” Ladybug continued. “Nobody deserves kindness. Or friendship. Or forgiveness. You’re not required to accept it when it’s offered. No one is. But someone making that offer isn’t about what the receiver deserves. It’s about who the giver is.”
He cracked an eye open. “I don’t understand.”
“The other thing,” Ladybug went on. Gods, what had his father done to him, that he thought he had to be good enough to be worth being kind to? “Everything you said about deserving starts with I.” He blinked up at her. “What about Marinette? What does she deserve?”
Adrien’s jaw went slack. “How did you–I didn’t tell–”
“Magic,” Ladybug snapped. She’d tell him the truth, probably. Eventually. “What about Marinette, Adrien?” She paused, swallowing back tears. “Chat, what about me?”
“Ladybug–” He stopped. Looked away.
“I don’t think Marinette deserved one of her closest friends calling her a bully because she dared to think someone who constantly attacks her isn’t someone she should befriend,” she told him. Her voice couldn’t shake. She wouldn’t let it. “I don’t think Marinette deserved being told Lila wasn’t hurting anyone not five seconds after she told you Lila was hurting her. I don’t think Marinette deserves to feel she’s responsible for your broken body on the pavement back there.” She shoved away the thought of what that would look like, how it would feel. “And you know she would have.”
He startled. Stared.
“She–what?”
“She really would have,” Ladybug repeated; it was true for multiple reasons. “But you know what I think she does deserve? Your apology. And your trying to make this right.”
“…How am I supposed to do that?”
“Why don’t you ask her that.” It wasn’t a question.
Adrien turned his head to the side, closing his eyes, as though that would keep her from seeing his tears.
Ladybug took a slow breath and let it out. “I’m sorry I told you that about your dating Lila,” she said quietly. “I knew it was you, I knew it wasn’t true–I didn’t think it would hurt you so much. I just…” What had she been thinking? “…wanted you to know how much being lied about hurts, I guess.” She moved to the side, giving him room to get up, if he wanted. “You knew Lila’s a liar from the day you met. Marinette knows you knew.”
Adrien rolled away from her and pushed himself, wincing, upright. “You deserve a better partner,” he mumbled, twisting the ring on his hand. “–OW! Plagg!”
“Did he bite you?” Ladybug asked, trying not to laugh: it could only sound cruel.
Reddening, Adrien looked away.
“Hell yeah I did,” said Plagg, swooping around to hover between them. “Listen, kid. That asshat you call a father taught you the best way for you to not get hurt is to keep your head down and not make noise. And as a survival strategy when no one can help you, that’s not bad. But it’s not healthy, either.”
“And you’re not alone,” Ladybug added. “You don’t have to be alone.” Don’t leave me alone.
Adrien started to pull his knees to his chest, hissed, and stopped. “Why are you bothering, Ladybug?” he asked, quiet. “Why me?”
She folded her arms. “Don’t fish for compliments while I’m furious with you,” she told him flatly. “I keep telling you you’re irreplaceable. I wish one day you’d listen.”
“I’m not that special.”
“Neither am I.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s because people have been messing with your head,” Ladybug told him. “Without you, Chat Noir, there wouldn’t be a Ladybug. Not this one, anyway. Just a lonely girl somewhere, who wore a mask once or twice. Get that through your skull already.”
Adrien watched her, silent, a few more tears tracing down his cheek.
“I think you should go home,” Ladybug said. She needed to feel a lot of feelings somewhere he couldn’t see; she wasn’t entirely sure she should leave him alone, but then, as long as he kept the ring on, he wouldn’t be alone. “Talk to Plagg. Get some rest. Think about how you’ll apologize to Marinette.”
“Wouldn’t that be cruel, though?” Adrien asked, voice small. “Why would she want anything to do with me anymore? I didn’t know Lila was hurting her. I didn’t notice. I made it so much worse. And–she said she loves me.” He was quiet. “Wouldn’t that mean everything I did hurt her worse?”
It had. “Probably it did. Probably everyone involved should forget about who loves who for a while,” Ladybug added, thoughtful. “Not that Lila will, but–everyone else. And as for whether it’s cruel of you to apologize, or whether Marinette wants to hear it–why don’t you let Marinette decide that?”
Adrien nodded. “All right.” He pushed himself to his feet.
Ladybug rose too, catching Adrien when he staggered. “Sorry about your back.”
“I’m pretty sure I was asking for worse,” he told her. “Plagg? Claws out.”
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Marinette set an absurd number of alarms to make sure she got up and moving soon enough she would be early to school the next morning. The problem with this was, of course, that Lila’s earliness was habitual.
She tried to ignore Lila. It only worked as well as it did because Lila, this morning, didn’t seem interested in her.
Adrien dragged himself in at his usual time, smelling of menthol analgesic and wearing a great deal of concealer. “Marinette,” he said, just loudly enough for everyone in the classroom to notice, maybe not loudly enough it would be obvious he meant them to. “I owe you some apologies.”
Marinette, who hadn’t slept so comfortably herself, turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know Lila’s lying about you was hurting you so much,” Adrien told her. “I–people say things about me all the time. Mostly none of it’s true. I don’t let it bother me. But you’re–not used to that. And nobody should be lying at all. I didn’t know she was hurting you.” He watched her, green eyes sincere. “I should have known. I really should have known not to hurt you myself. But I hurt you anyway. I’m sorry.”
She couldn’t say I forgive you. “Don’t do it again,” she said instead.
“I won’t.” He swallowed. “I don’t deserve your kindness. Or your forgiveness.”
That word again. “Nobody does, Adrien. People aren’t kind because other people deserve it.”
Adrien nodded, looking away.
Marinette opened her purse, reaching past Tikki–they’d had a long talk last night–to pull out the string of beads that Adrien gave Ladybug, that Marinette had given Adrien. “She told me you said to give this to someone who deserves it.”
Adrien stared at the beads. Then at Marinette.
“I’m still mad at you,” Marinette told him, holding them out to him. “I think I will be for a while. But I don’t want my friend wandering around out there without his lucky charm.”
He reached for the beads, then drew back. “We’re…still friends?”
“Depends,” Marinette said, giving the beads a shake. “Do you want to be?”
Adrien took the charm, his fingers just brushing hers. “Only if you do.”
She smiled. “Then we’ll be all right.”
mari-monsta replied to your post: Ok here we go. So like Adrien gets referred to as…
That’s a super interesting idea actually cause he can be quite impulsive and I can potentially foresee this as a possibility, and of course he’d feel so guilty afterwards for ruining everyone’s lives like Nathalie and Gorilla who only looked out for him, poor child
Yeah! There’s so many layers to the bad feelings that everyone is having. Good thing they don’t have to worry about Akuma anymore. Good timing, Adrien.
What a dramatic reveal that would be as well! Mari would have so many emotions about it after she finds the truth, I can even see her blaming herself for Chat having to fight his own father some how
Oh that’s the most delicious part. She tells Chat off the night Gabe is exposed, furious at how poorly he handled the situation.
She says they will have words later. But there isn’t a later. Chat vanishes. He doesn’t show up to patrol, he doesn’t answer her messages.
Plot twist:
Instead of Adrien angrily going into angst mode because of his mistake he decides to make another rash and impulsive decision in order to try and fix things:
He publicly outs himself as Chat Noir
Now suddenly the pressure is off Gabriels associates because how do they deal with the same people being associated with the tragic hero who has saved Paris and arrested his own father? The same association to the Agreste family now is protecting them as Adrien truly takes over as most important figure in the family.
Now all the media cares about is the drama between father and son, which Adrien is not emotionally equipped to handle, but there is no way to back out anymore.
And then I wrote a thing when I should have been answering my Inbox prompts. Opps.
@portentous-offerings look what you made me do!!!!
A sharp knock on the door startled them both and they fell silent as it swung open.
“Adrien, you’re on in 10 minutes,” Nathalie said taking in Marinette’s sudden appearance with surprise but refraining from comment.
“Thanks Nathalie, I’ll be right down,” Adrien replied fixing his green striped tie. The outfit had been carefully chosen of course- a clean, simple off white suit, with a black dress shirt. His hair had likewise been carefully styled into strategic disarray. The perfect combination of Adrien Agreste- innocent victim, and Chat Noir- tragic hero.
Nathalie nodded, shutting the door behind her as she headed to the foyer to wrangle the hoard of journalists.
“You don’t have to do this,” Marinette said firmly.
“Yes I do. Besides it’s a little late to back out now,” he stated, “the cat is already out of the bag.”
For the first time in days he felt the hint of a smile creeping at this lips, watching Marinette’s face in the mirror as she reacted to his pun. She screwed up her nose in irritation, clearly holding back her urge to scold him for his ill timed humor.
“And I can’t exactly back out of such a Press-ing engagement.” he added, wondering how far he could goad her before she just gave in and smacked him. It was a stunning feeling of normalcy in the midst of the chaos his life had become.
Marinette clenched her fists but didn’t take the bait. Instead she threw her shoulders back and glared at him via his reflection.
“It isn’t your responsibility to fix this! What your father did-“
“This isn’t about my father! This is about all the other people who will be ruined by this. People I care about. People with jobs and families who could be destroyed just because they are now associated with Gabriel*.”
“Adrien, you can’t do this on your own!”
“I don’t really have a choice,” he said flatly. “You made your thoughts on the matter pretty clear the other night. I got myself and everyone else into this mess so now I am going to do my best to get out of it.”
“Adrien…” Marinette pleaded.
“I have to go. You can come to the press conference if you want. If not I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
“Adrien look I…” she struggled to find the right words, “I was wrong when I yelled at Chat. Yelled at you. Yes what you did was reckless and impulsive but it wasn’t like you were completely wrong either. Hawkmoth deserved to be exposed, just like the people of Paris deserve to know that they can trust that they will be safe. I just… I just didn’t want to see you get hurt. I just wanted…” she broke off unable to describe everything that she had been feeling in the wake of the last few days.
Adrien deflated slightly.
“Look Marinette, I get it. But everything you said, about how I was putting myself first, that I wasn’t thinking about the people I was hurting, it was all true. The fact that I am Adrien doesn’t change any of it. I screwed up. I let my anger blind me to everything else and I jumped in without thinking.”
“And now you’re letting your guilt do the same thing! You are still making decisions without thinking about the long term consequences. You keep throwing yourself at everything without coming up with any sort of plan, and I have no intention of just standing around watching you kill yourself.”
He turned to her, his lips quirked into the arrogant smirk that she had come to know so well. “Well at least we know that I haven’t broken yet. After all, I can’t have changed that much if I’m still driving you crazy my lady.” He gave her a teasing salute and then opened the door and headed out to his next battle. Only this time there was no mask, and the damage at steak couldn’t be swept away by a swarm of magical ladybugs.
Marinette closed her eyes and took several deep calming breaths before following after her partner. After all, someone needed to make sure that stupid cat didn’t get himself into anymore trouble.
I can’t breathe
Best wishes to these people obviously but I’m WHEEZING at the concept of a standard horror plot starter but the stranded travelers are an entire fully equipped orchestra.
It’s the prequel to every other horror film. Their haunting spirits play the background music.
Oh shoot, that actually would be a really cool concept. The film starts with no thematic music, and as each member of the orchestra is picked off, their instrument joins the soundtrack. Subtly, so you don’t really notice, and the end credits are a full orchestral symphony.
DUUUUUDE
can’t decide if the conductor is the villain or the final girl
It got better.
Conductor us the first one killed.
The triangle player is the final girl.
This is a super cool idea, I love it!
i can’t talk shit about the pirates of the caribbean films as if elizabeth swann becoming pirate king didn’t hand my entire ass to me and make me the gay i am today
these 2 looks basically defined my sexuality and i’m not afraid to admit it
things pirates of the caribbean got right:
1. will and elizabeth’s love story
2. elizabeth becoming pirate king
3. avoiding sexualizing elizabeth or the other female pirate characters in the first 3 films by allowing them to wear period-accurate pirate outfits that aren’t tailored to be revealing and impractical for ‘sex appeal’ just because they’re women
4. hans zimmer’s entire score but especially the iconic ‘he’s a pirate’ main theme
5. When the movie came out, morally-gray characters like Jack were actually not really a thing yet in pop culture, and it’s not Pirates’ fault that there are a ton of stupid shitty copycats out there.
6. I run a corseting panel at cons and literally use Elizabeth’s lace-up scene as a video clip of what historical corseting was actually like, because the only thing they got wrong in this scene is that tightlacing wouldn’t be a thing for about another 200 years (and you couldn’t tightlace with the corset style Elizabeth is wearing anyway). It’s one of the most accurate corseting scenes I’ve ever seen.
7. Will’s hat.
8. That scene with all the pirates on the gallows where that little boy starts singing Hoist the Colours? Yeah, that’s fucking legendary. The rest of AWE was kind of a trash fire, but that scene gave me goosebumps.
9. There’s this great shot in the first one where they really drive home the class differences inherent in this time period by having the governor talking about progress and civilization to Elizabeth in their carriage, and then they cut to a shot outside the carriage where a beggar gets splashed by mud from the wheel. It’s a perfect way to underline that everything is not, in fact, a nice little upper-class fairytale, and to give some weight to Will’s storyline, because he has a lot more in common with that beggar than with the governor.
10. For its time, the CGI was fucking amazing.
11. And let’s not forget the work of the makeup department, which had to actually invent new ways of putting on makeup for this movie.
12. The governor’s death scene. Holy shit.
13. They could have gone with a Jack/Will/Elizabeth love triangle, but they didn’t. There are some hints Jack is in love (or at least in lust) with Elizabeth, but he recognizes that she loves Will, and that’s that.
14. You’ve got to admit that wedding was unique.
15. The introduction of fantasy elements to historical fiction outside of Tolkein-esque fantasy, and how it contributed to and expanded the Fantasy Media boom we’re still enjoying today.
1. They had a woman of colour play a goddess.
2. They had a woman pirate right in the first film, when the tradition is to only show male ones (hell, the PotC ride at Disney had a wench auction scene until recently). And it was a female pirate of colour at that!
3. Elizabeth may not have known how to fight in the first film, but she wasn’t helpless either. Her first instinct was to fight, but she also had the brains to recognize when it was best to hide instead. Plus when given the chance she stabbed Barbosa that one time.
4. Elizabeth’s lack of fighting ability was not simply because she was a woman, it was clear it was due to her societal circumstances, since we saw other women of different socioeconomic backgrounds being able to fight (and when given the opportunity to learn Elizabeth took to fighting like a duck on water).
5. The Hoist the Colours scene where we see pirates of multiple ethnicities and their varying flags, reminding us that pirates came in all shapes and sizes and weren’t just white men.
6. One of the Pirate Lords being yet ANOTHER woman of colour. She may not have had much of a speaking role if memory serves, but even her presence is already a big deal.
7. The pirates accepting their King is a woman without much fuss.
Pirates is amazing I will not here a bad word
Davy Jones CGI is legendary and a ton better than some of the stuff done today 😄
I’m pretty sure that female Chinese pirate was a nod to a real, documented female pirate king who was Chinese and had a whole fleet of ships at her disposal but I can’t remember her name rn
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ching_Shih
My favorite part about the Bretheren Court voting wasn’t that they were against Elizabeth for becoming King as a woman and newcomer. They were pissed at Jack for being a chaotic neutral who broke the decades long tradition of an egotistical stalemate by voting for someone besides himself.
Also, the deleted scenes from Black Pearl and At World’s End that divulge more of Jack’s troubled past, like how he was branded as a pirate by the East Indian Trading Company because he stole a ship full of slaves and freed them.
For all my writers struggling with weaponry of the sword variety.
This is such a great resource! Thank you!
@petermorwood
I reblogged this infographic a few years ago and my comment then - “It needs work” - still applies. It’s presented as a helpful writer resource, but contains many easily checked and corrected errors. Wikipedia and Google aren’t that hard to use, and there are even (gasp) books and libraries.
A lot of the silhouettes including the Chinese and Japanese weapons are fine (it’s worth noting that the Dadao was still a combat weapon in the 1930s)…
…and the Estoc is spot-on…
…at least for one version, since they could also be two-handers, like this…
…the reason being that they were meant to thrust between the joints of armour and burst rings of mail, so putting more power and bodyweight behind them made this easier.
However “Shamshir” and “Scimitar” are shown as two different swords. They’re not. Scimitar is the Westernised version of shamshir. Think “tomahto” / “tomayto” or even “car” / “auto”. Scimitar has become a catch-all title for an entire family of Eastern curved swords.
Shamshir…
…and Kilij…
…would have been better examples of similar-but-not-same.
“Zweihander” and “Flamberge” are also shown as two different swords, and again, they’re not: both are Zweihanders, even to the parrying hooks on their blades; it’s just that one is straight, the other wiggly.
These three are all Zweihanders; one happens to have a flamberge (or flammard, or even flamboyant) blade. It’s a style thing; to use a car analogy again, think “sedan” and “coupe” versions of the same model.
Rapiers, daggers, “scimitars” and even some bayonets also had flamberge blades, but they were all rapiers, daggers etc. first.
The silhouette labelled “Gladius” (short Roman infantry sword) is far more of a spatha (long Roman cavalry sword), so either the label or the image need changed. As it stands, it’s wrong.
“Longsword” is the current word for what used to be called a “hand-and-a-half sword” or “bastard sword” (the illegitimate offspring of a one-hand arming-sword and a two-hand great-sword-of-war).
“Shortsword” remains a much vaguer term which means all sorts of weapons from all over the world: a leaf-shaped Bronze Age sword from Ireland…
…a Circassian qama, single-edged…
…or double-edged…
…a Deccan sword from India…
…or a kopis from Ancient Greece.
They’re all “shortswords”, and there are many, many more.
Such as the 19th century “Model 1832″ on the bottom left, whose proper name is ”Model 1832 Foot Artillery Sword”…
…because there was also a “Model 1832 Dragoon Sabre”.
It’s like the way the US military labels things as “M1″, then has to expand the description - M1 Abrams (tank), M1 Garand (rifle), M1 Carbine (carbine…), M1 Helmet (guess…) and so on.
Thumbs up, however, on nailing that slippery customer the “Broadsword” - a name which, despite appearing in fantasy and history fiction to describe a one-handed Medieval-style cross-hilt, is actually as shown, a straight, double-edged, full-hilted military sword from about 1640 onwards. The “Mortuary Hilt” sword carried by Cavaliers and Roundheads is a broadsword; so is the Scottish basket-hilted sword (aka Claymore) still carried by HIghland regiments today.
Two side-notes - (1) a broadsword with just one edge is called a “backsword” and (2) the Mortuary Sword supposedly got its name from being decorated with bearded faces commemorating Charles I; however since they were also carried by Parliament forces - unlikely to commemorate the king they executed - my own view is it’s because the barred hilt looked vaguely like ribs and a sternum.
IMO military swords like the Model 1832, or Pattern 1796 sabre, or indeed anything with an issue number, really shouldn’t be in this sort of list at all. They belong to very specific regional locations and historical eras, and anyone writing about the English Civil War / Napoleonic / Regency / American Civil War periods will - or should be - doing much more research than just looking at an infographic.
YMMV, since that’s just my view…
Helpful writing stuff!
there’s nothing purer or better than how much kids enjoy being picked up and then hurled at soft surfaces
anyone who’s ever been around kids for ay meaningful amount of time should know exactly how much kids long to be hefted up and then just fuckin tossed! it’s so good! they’re so excited to get fucking tossed around like a sack of potatoes it’s so pure
Why do kids love it so much? Like I remember when I was a kid at diving practice during the summer, the best part was when one if the coaches would toss you into the deep end. And in gymnastics coaches would toss us into the foam pit. Do kids just have a evolutionary urge to die?
https://themilitarywifeandmom.com/why-kids-wont-listen/
“Vestibular sense provides information about where the body is in relation to its surroundings. This is the sense that helps you understand balance, and it connects with all the other senses.
When the vestibular system does not develop properly all other senses will struggle to function properly. Without a strong vestibular sense, kids will have no choice but to fidget, get frustrated, experience more falls and aggression, get too close to people when talking, and struggle with focusing and listening. Because they literally cannot help it.”
“Here are a few ways to support your child’s vestibular sense:
Spinning in circles.
Using a Merry-Go-Round.
Rolling down a hill.
Spinning on a swing.
Going upside down.
Climbing trees.
Rocking.
Jumping rope.
Summersaults or cartwheels.
Using monkey bars.
Skating.
Going backwards.
Swimming.
Dancing.
Wheel-barrel walks.”
Yeeting kids, spinning them, flipping them upside down, tossing them in the air, and otherwise disrupting their balance temporarily, is Important For Their Development, specifically for their vestibular sense.
Kids love this because they NEED it.
In other words: Don’t forget to calibrate your child’s GPS!
YEET THE CHILD FOR THEIR HEALTH
Hi! Paediatric Occupational Therapist here who yeets children into pillows for a living. It’s actually more than the vestibular system! It’s also giving them proprioception, which is the feeling of your joints and muscles / where your body is in space!
We all seek proprioceptive input, leaning against walls, pushing against the steering wheel when driving, giving your body a squeeze to wake yourself up, the list goes on! When we ‘crash’ kids into soft things like pillows or beds, we’re waking their bodies up AND calming their bodies down! In other words, getting them into this super nice zone of “just right” regulation.
When I see a child who is bouncing off the walls and can’t seem to stand still for more than a few seconds? I start wrestling with them, crashing them into pillows, giving their body the right amount of input they need to feel good and organised. And suddenly, this kid is able to sit and play attentively or do their handwriting practice. It’s amazing! If you want to know more about why the vestibular and proprioceptive systems are awesome at making your body feel good, google those two words (and sensory processing) and read through some occupational therapy websites!
Side note: As adults, does your body ever feel jittering/jiggly/wiggly/like it needs to move or calm down but you just can’t figure out why? That’s your sensory system saying Hey! I need to feel differently in order to function better! Here’s what you can do:
Jump up and down (vestibular and proprioception)
Give yourself big squeezes (proprioception)
Place your hands on a wall and do push ups (proprioception)
Do cartwheels (vestibular and proprioception)
Get someone to give you the biggest bear hug for at least 10 seconds (proprioception and social connection, also proven to help regulate your sensory system into just right zone!)
Get a drink of water and drink it through a straw OR blow bubbles into the water (way more fun!) (oral motor input and respiration)
Have a shower or a bath (tactile)
Stretch and do exercise (vestibular and proprioception)
Eat something crunchy or chewy (like chips or gum) (oral motor input)
Listen to some music that suits your mood (auditory)
etc etc etc! I’m sure you already have a strategy that your body has figured out works for you. I personally like to chew gum when I feel like i need to eat something but I’m not actually hungry and just need that chewing sensation in my jaw.
Long story short, everyone has a sensory system and we all use regulation strategies like the ones listed above to help make our body feel better. So if you ever see someone (especially kids!) fidgeting and having a hard time focusing, maybe suggest something from the list above!
Are you telling me that push ups are the cure for ADHD leg bounce?