I couldn’t resist starting another Luminous once I saw this line of fabric. It’s called Color Collage by Shelley Davies from Northcott and it’s been in the back of my mind for ages.
I’m using six colours in the piecing, which should make it 92”x109” (unless I mess with the pattern even more and take one of the rows out completely) which will technically be a king size LOL The seventh colour pink is gonna be used on the binding so I get to use alllll the colours we had in stock in the shop 🎉
Someone please stop me, I can’t stop making these fucking things lmao 😭😭😭😂😂😂 I had a plan to do something else but I couldn’t help it!
I did take one row out of the centre so there are only two red centre blocks instead of three. 109” is too big for my queen bed, but I can work with 101” LOL
Technically this will still fit a king at 92”x101”, but I am a blanket hog and that feels like a really skinny king to me.
ALSO??
Because I altered the amount of rows (downsizing) but did not alter the amount of blocks I made, I ended up with just enough left over to make two matching pillow cases! They are even on point like the quilt.
Not as big as the greyscale king for my brother, but still. It feels big.
As you can see a little from the roll on the back of the long arm, I found a fun rainbow universe print to put on it with all the colours on the front.
I’m quilting the pillowcases too, though in a tighter pattern so they can handle more washing.
I love it so much. My favourite Luminous, I swear.
The pillow cases look so good too. As I mentioned, I quilted them much tighter than the quilt so they can be thrown in the wash a lot more. Same pattern, just smaller design.
It’s so busy, I could stare at it for hours finding things in the prints.
Also? I love the pink binding. I really did want to use every colour, so this was a nice compromise to having to resize everything LOL
The backing is also so busy LOL You can hide a lot of pet fur on both sides of this thing.
The pillowcases turned out great. I used the leftover from the backing to back the pillow cases so that everything matches. And they’re envelope style so the pillows won’t slip out. Hate it when the pillowcase slips off my pillow.
I had to sew three 45” wide strips of fabric together for the backing to fit on the long arm. Since the quilt was only 101” at its widest, I had a whole 30” strip that was usable and perfect for this.
You know how when you shine a laser at a helicopter the cockpit blares with alarms because it thinks a missile is locking on? Turns out they don't take the implants out of mech pilots that function similarly once they're discharged. Shine a laser at your mech pilot gf and watch her freak the fuck out.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay, babe? It'll be loud."
I tapped my ears, full of the special prescription-grade earplugs the post-deployment med folks had issued me. "I'll be fine, dear," I said, my voice distorted in my own head. "Besides, I'm used to loud."
She smiled at me and took my hand as we walked into the venue. It was loud, and - [PROXIMITY WARNING] - packed. My internal threat assessment module was too tightly coupled to my brainstem, and the techs had said it'd be too dangerous to remove it. I'd been learning to deal. It's not like - [PROXIMITY WARNING] - there were a lot of threats that - [PROXIMITY WARNING] - civilian life had that were that close to - [PROXIMITY WARNING] - what I'd had to deal with in the service. And I could mostly ignore the alarms.
I breathed a sigh of relief as my new girlfriend twisted her head back to kiss me [fortified position reached]. "Feeling better, babe?"
I blinked, and realized that I'd led us into a corner, with a large pillar at our backs, where I could see all the doors. Old habits die hard, I guess. Just made me glad that I hadn't let the techs talk me into uninstalling the physical mods. Being over seven feet tall and broad-shouldered had its advantages, cutting through the crowd. I leaned down to kiss May on the forehead as she pushed herself back into my chest. I liked her. We'd only just started being "official" about things, and I wanted this to go well.
"Who is this, again?" I called over the noise of the crowd.
"Ex Machina," she shouted back. "They're super hardcore! But no pyrotechnics, I checked!"
I kissed the top of her head again as the crowd began to roar. I'd endure pyrotechnics, for her. The curtain rose, and smoke billowed over the edge of the stage. Three women stood with their backs to the crowd. As the smoke cleared, the left one spun around and hit a dramatic chord on her bass. Lasers erupted around her, forming a glowing green cage.
Uh oh.
The girl on the right spun around, and lasers formed a cage around her drumset as she laid down a backbeat against the bassist's - [SEISMIC EVENT DETECTED] - low rumble. Finally, the lead guitarist spun around as the first song started in earnest, grabbing the mic and screaming into it past her screeching guitar. The laser cages blasted outwards and I br - [INCOMING MISSILE LOCK!] - aced for the threat assessment module's response. I tried to make sure my grip on May wasn't too tight. My eyes flickered to the exits involuntarily. Maybe it would just be the one effect.
The song blasted through my earplugs as lasers pinged around the room. I wanted to do this [INCOMING MISSILE LOCK!] for May, to be strong [INCOMING MISSILE LOCK!] for her. I had to [MISSILE STRIKE IMMANENT] prove that I could [DEPLOY CHAFF IMMEDIATELY!!] be a normal member of civilian life! My fingers worked imaginary controls, years of muscle memory [CHAFF DEPLOYED] working against me. How long was this FUCK [CHAFF INEFFECTIVE/INOPERATIVE!] ING SONG!?
The song ended, the crowd cheered, and I breathed a shaky sigh of relief. I could feel the sweat on my arms, soaking through my shirt [MISSILE STATUS UNKNOWN] and May's. She turned in my arms to face me, a worried look on her face, but before she could say anything, a pattern of steady lasers lit [MISSILE STILL LIVE] up the room, some of them now centered on [MISSILE RETARGETING] May's forehead.
My suit, in the sky. Katabasis-2, focus completely on destroying the objective. The SAM turret, turning towards her.
[ALLY IN DANGER! DEPLOY ALL COUNTERMEASURES IMMEDIATELY!]
The red ran out of my vision, eventually. A calm voice from an EMT asked me who the current prime minister was, and I bit off a curse.
"Well, that probably works. Ma'am? Can you relax your arms?"
I blinked away some overheat warnings [area clear, execute core step-down and bleed] and suddenly felt like I'd run a marathon. I relaxed my arms, and May tumbled out of them. "May! What happened?"
"You grabbed me and leapt straight through a concrete wall, is what happened."
"W-what?" Oh, no. No, no, no, I'd been trying so hard... "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, babe," she murmured, putting her hand on my bicep as the EMT shined light in my eyes. "And I don't think anyone else got hurt, either. Aside from you." She looked at the EMT with an expression I couldn't read.
They put the pen-light away and smiled gently. "She's fine. The cut on her head was superficial, and her augments prevented any kind of concussion. Just rest a bit before you go anywhere, okay?"
May nodded, and I put my hand over hers. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I ruined the concert."
"No way!" She said. "That was badass! And Ex Machina felt so bad about it they offered us tickets to their next gig - no lasers, they said."
"So, you're not mad?"
"God, no, babe! Were you worried about that the whole time? I like doing things with you! if something bothers you, I'd way rather you tell me and we leave than stay and have something like this-" she sniffled, and a tear fell down her cheek onto my arm.
"May?"
She shuddered against me for a moment, then dove down onto me. "I was so worried! You just picked me up and jumped, and I didn't know what had happened, and you weren't saying anything, and I thought maybe you'd been hurt for how still you were lying, and I couldn't get out of your grip to get help, and-" She buried her face in my chest, and I held her gently, brushing her hair.
"I'm sorry, May. Next time something goes wrong like that, I'll try to let you know sooner."
She sob-laughed against me, and I offered her a handkerchief. She blew her nose and looked up at me with ruined makeup and a weak smile. "Guess I really care about you, huh?"
I smiled back and held her close as I sat up. "Well, that's good. I really care about you, too."
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
Importantly, the teacher deliberately created space to name the bad.
“that's problematic” didn't get invented out of laziness. It was used by people who knew saying “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” would get them in trouble.
I find it funny that the reblog tags are full of people wishing for the SAME good thing.
I just passed up buying some wine at the grocery store around here that has a state-store (weird booze laws in my state). I was thinking "with the way things are looking, any day now, I should have something chilling in my fridge," but I did not know if I had fridge-room just yet. Also, I've been waiting so long and keep getting disappointed month after month. The wine will be there.
Can imagine all of the booze stores around here getting bought out upon Good News, Everybody! though.
i think phm, a movie that's basically a love letter to space exploration and science and humanity, coming out at a time when we see alarmingly increasing public distrust in science re: Artemis II is very important, actually. we needed this.
but on the real though, here is your guide to assyrian rice preparation from your friendly neighborhood assyrian:
start wanting rice. (or, if you are traditional, simply recognize your constant desire for rice.)
measure out two cups of rice. then one more. then two more. then another. this seems fine. you love rice. there is no way that this will backfire on you.
remember that your great-great-uncle’s recipe says it should be soaked overnight.
become consumed with despair.
decide to soak it for half an hour instead, acknowledging that the final product will be inferior and anger your ancestors but will still satisfy your now almost-overwhelming need for rice to be inside your body much faster.
remember that you should have set the water to boil when you soaked the rice. goddammit.
once the water boils, put the rice in until it is half-cooked. the eyeballing or intuitive method is less effective than a timer but that’s how your aunt does it so you feel compelled to meet her standards.
now that the rice has fluffed up, realize how much rice six dry cups really is. holy shit. you’ve fucked up immeasurably.
take a minute to dwell upon your failings.
grease a baking dish with butter. this will never be as elegant as you want it to and your fingers will get greasy, but the slightly shameful, self-indulgent joy of licking your fingers afterwards will make up for it.
pour the rice into the dish. wonder immediately if you actually buttered the dish beforehand and if you’ve just fucked up.
melt approximately one thousand pounds of butter in the microwave and pour it over the rice, pondering your imminent death from rapid-onset arterial clogging. put a small pat of butter on the top to properly gild the lily.
put your pan into the oven, which you have absolutely preheated after your previous lack of foresight. shake the rice once or twice while it bakes to make sure the butter is well distributed. resist the impulse to climb into the oven with the rice. for the last ten minutes, sit next to the oven and count the seconds until it’s done.
remove the dish from the oven. shed a tear or two at the perfection laid before you. if you are dining with others, this is the time to serve the rice while making passive-aggressive statements about how oh no, you don’t need any help, you just made dinner all by yourself, you can serve everyone as well. (this is still fun if done alone, but optional.)
CONSUME THE RICE.
realize that you have eaten half of the dish in one sitting. no matter how much rice you made, this will always happen.
put the leftovers away, if there are any, and enjoy a cup of chai while marveling at the amount of food you have just eaten. if possible, fall asleep in an armchair, sitting up, head tilted slightly back, like a grandpa.
for the rest of the evening, think fondly of how much rice you have in the fridge now and how many meals it will supplement, refusing to acknowledge that you will almost certainly eat the rest of it in a few hours for a midnight meal.
8 tbsp / 1 stick butter (you can reduce this if you don’t want to have a heart attack)
Put the rice in a pot and cover it in cold water and salt. Let it soak overnight. (If you don’t have the time to soak it, rinse the rice with cold water until it runs clear.)
Edit: The reason you want to soak basmati and other aromatic rice before cooking is to preserve more acetylpyrroline, the compound that gives aromatic rice its characteristic scent and flavor. Soaking rice allows the grains to absorb water, which reduces the cooking time, which means less time for the acetylpyrroline to cook off. It’ll still taste pretty good if you can’t do this, but you don’t want “pretty good”, you want mind-blowing, so for that perfect flavor you’ll want to soak your rice overnight. The soaking process also washes away the layer of starch on the outside of the rice, which allows the grains to separate rather than sticking together; this is why you want to rinse your rice thoroughly if you don’t have time to soak it.
Preheat your oven to 325°.
Boil three quarts of water in a separate pot. Once it’s at a fast boil, drain the rice and add it to the water. Boil for 5-7min or until one grain tastes half-cooked, but not soft. Pour the rice into a colander and rinse with cold water.
Edit: This step also helps get rid of any remaining starch on your grains, for perfectly separated rice. If your colander or strainer has large holes, you can put a paper towel/cheesecloth/clean dishcloth on the inside in order to drain your rice. Pour carefully if you’re using a paper towel, though, and put a bowl underneath your colander; I once lost a heartbreaking amount of rice when my paper towel got oversaturated and tore open.
Liberally grease the bottom of your baking pan with some of your butter. Pour the rice on top. Melt the rest of the butter in the microwave and pour on top of the rice.
Bake for 45min. (If you like, cover the rice for part or all of the baking time, but I find it gets less crispy on top if you do this.) Shake the pan a couple times during baking to ensure that the butter distributes throughout the entire dish.
Eat.
Serves four. Can easily be scaled up if needed (or down, but why would you do that?). Best enjoyed with a nice cup of chai.
as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"
why wouldn't it be thank you? you expressed interest in sexual education materials related to genital body diversity, and i keep these resources on hand for exactly that purpose.
it's natural to be curious about bodies--yours and others. the presence or lack of sexual intent motivating that curiosity is irrelevant. they're just body parts
I also found one of my favorites I couldn't find this morning: The Great Wall of Vulva and their Labia Library
sorry, my gratitude was real, my uncertainty was @ me ("am i sure i actually want to spend my evening looking at genitals or was i using the difficulty of knowing what to google as an excuse not to learn things") lol
do you have any resources for trans bodies, especially transmasc bodies? i am interested in better understanding what changes i might expect as someone on testosterone, but though i found references to photo projects re: bottom growth in a few places, all the links were dead
totally, the London Transgender Clinic and Dr. Keelee MacPhee have a variety of before and after photos related to various gender affirmation procedures.
i think that r/GrowYourTDick is the best repository of images of specifically trans masculine bottom growth. I can't comment on the culture of the forum, but there is absolutely a lot of images of transmasculine genitalia and extensive discussion of physical changes.
For (relatively*) trustworthy information, Hudson's FTM Resource Guide contains a lot of information about medical side effects and Things To Generally Be Aware Of, like increased risk for yeast infections and tips for managing locker rooms/swimming. *I can't verify that this information is up to date
I'm not directly connected to any trans masc transition support networks, but i know that discord is a thriving space for transition support and information sharing. i think it would be relatively easy to find positive community there. they often compile resources and information for members as well as provide topical discussion spaces. here's the disboard listings for public trans masc oriented servers
and this is just a really beautiful series of portraits of trans masculine people.
no, I lied, I'm not done. I spent way too long looking for this photography archive documenting trans nude portraits specifically. lost to the ether. found other stuff though:
Archive of Body Alchemy: Transsexual Portraits by Loren Cameron, which includes images of genitalia in its "Genital Reconstruction" section, page 46. Portraits of clothed trans masculine people other than the author begin on page 34 in the "New Man Series."
A Genitoplasty Diary by Lou Sullivan (1984-1987) (no images but fascinating)
the evergreen Trans Bodies, Trans Selves
not useful at all, but an extremely cool in-browser recreation of a 90s mac in order to run a 90s trans information CD-Rom.
thanks! sharing for the sake of anyone else interested too
yeah there's so many dead links out there it's tragic. sometimes you even get as far as the artist's website and they'll have a page for the project but then the project is gone and you just get a 404. i'm guessing the increasing hostility of internet providers and stuff towards nudity/nsfw content and also the general atmosphere for trans people has an impact on the safety and practicalities of continuing to host stuff like that :(
do you know any books/essays/authors/blogs that you would recommend to folks for more examples of practical resistance work? One of the things I appreciate deeply about your posts is they take the complexity of a situation into consideration, provide a strategic analysis, and give tangible examples of what resulting efforts can look like. Have any particular works/movements/authors inspired this analytical process for you?
This response got really long, so I'm going to put this list of books/documentaries that have really influenced my perspective of the world whether or not they have influenced by personal brand of action/activism at the top (since things can definitely influence you without your knowledge). TDLR for the rest: I don't think this is exactly the response you were looking for, but I hope it gives you something about how I developed the way I think.
Documentaries:
The Century of the Self by Adam Curtis - Four part documentary on how consumerism was engineered via psychology by a cousin of Freud I believe. Crazy ass stuff everyone should be aware of - including how they got a bunch of independent and liberal voters to vote for Reagan.
The Jangmadang Generation by Sokeel Park and Chad Vickery - A documentary focusing on the stories of various North Korean refugees. It's important because it focuses on their personal experiences and humanity rather than the country itself. I got to meet Sokeel via Zoom. :)
Crip Camp by James Lebrecht and Nicole Newnham - The story of a bunch of disabled kids who met at a summer camp for disabled kids and later met up again as activists. This is how I found out we have common disability accommodations like ramps leading down to crosswalks because a bunch of disabled people stormed a state government building and refused to leave for days no matter what was done to them. Wonder why they don't talk about that in history class?
Books:
Plastic Ocean by Capt. Charles Moore with Cassandra Phillips - The discovery and study of the Pacific Ocean garbage patch
Exit West by Moshin Hamid - Issues of immigration and refugees seen through a fantasy world.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith - Crazy story involving love, science, genetics, religious radicalism, class issues, and more.
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks - Detailed accounts of various mental illnesses/brain disorders that affect perception (caviat, these are more from the doctor's observation, so keep in mind these are not full experiences of the patients)
Pyongyang: A Journey in North Korea - Graphic novel by a Canadian man who had a three month work contract as an animator in Pyongyang.
Lab Girl by Hope Jahren - The story of a woman's journey through STEM and family trauma. I love it because it features a truly platonic male-female bestfriendship.
- I may reblog and add more later.
So this might be a disappointing response, but a lot of my personal philosophy on anarchy/direct action comes from my own lived experience, though I would say other people on Tumblr have been my #1 influence on developing and refining that. Ex: I didn't really consider the things I do a form of anarchy until I read someone's post on here about how the anarchists are the ones who help people in the immediate short-term while the politicians battle it out in Washington. The specific post I'm thinking of said something along the lines of that buying groceries for your neighbor living below the poverty line when their SNAP benefits/other programs aren't fully doing the job counts as anarchy because you're giving someone resources that society (by its design) didn't intend for that person to have, and that direct action is necessary because hungry people don't have time to wait for income limits for programs to be adjusted for inflation, legislation to pass, etc.
I would also say that I'm good at taking life lessons from weird places, so a lot of the authors/things I've read that have influenced my political/strategic thinking were writing about something else completely. The first thing that came to mind when you asked this was when I read Plastic Ocean for my environmental science in high school. Dude became like the leading researcher on the Pacific Ocean garbage patch with no formal scientific background. If I remember correctly, he was helping a kid with a science project on plastic on the beach, and then he just kind of spiralled into researching plastic pollution in the ocean, learned to write publishable scientific journal articles from reading print copies of other journals to get the format right, and actually snuck into a conference and just put up his research poster in an open space??? And that really hit me like "You can just teach yourself to do certain things, show up, and start talking about them???" Like yeah more likely than not, he was going to get kicked out of that conference, but that was literally the worst that could happen, and he didn't. My man took direct action on science and succeeded in turning the world's eyes to plastic pollution, and I think you'll notice that the idea of "Maybe it'll work, maybe it'll get ignored, but ______ is the worst that can happen, so why not try?" is very much integral to my thinking.
That environmental science class in itself did a lot for my understanding of activism. My evo teacher was a very educated and motivated woman, and she would let us direct the class topics for the day. One day we got on the topic of poaching, and she told us the real way to stop poaching is not to arrest and punish all the poachers, it's to address the systematic poverty in the regions where poaching is an issue because the people hunting down elephants against the law are doing it because they can get thousands of dollars for an elephant tusk, and that's enough to support their family for a year or more in an area with no living-wage work. That really got me thinking about how a lot of "bad people" are just desperate people, and I think you'll also notice that "Yeah yeah there's lots of things people should and shouldn't do, but morality isn't practicality, and desperate people do desperate things, so we need to eliminate the conditions that lead to people doing 'bad' things," is also central to my thinking about how to get things done.
The core of my ability to break down what the real problem is in different situations and figure out what action to take to get people's attention/cooperation actually comes from having a less than ideal childhood lol. My parents, who to their credit are much better now, were not super mature people when I was young, and they were both kind of volatile and unwillingly to do anything that mildly inconvenienced them, so I got really good at 1) reading subtle emotional cues (think "have you ever had someone angrily wash a dish at you?", 2) Understanding how to word things so that people will see the benefit and do what you're asking them to. Ex: I wanted to start a recycling program at my elementary school for my grade when I was 10 (very small rural school) by getting a tub for each classroom and collecting the paper on Fridays. My Mom said "No, I don't want trash in my house." My Dad saved metal and paper to take to the recycler to get money (not because he cared about the environment lol), so I went and told my Dad I could get him an entire grade's worth of paper to turn in with his, and suddenly we were at the grocery store getting a tub for each classroom, and I emptied them all into a bag on Fridays and presented it to my father to his great praise and my Mom's grumbling. The school created a recycling program to replace me after I moved on to middle school because they liked it. :)
Breaking down problems is something I started to learn to do in my early teenage years because it made it easier to legitimize my pushing back against things. You get a lot more credit when you can articulate what the problem is and why you are taking a specific action against it rather than personally attacking every shitty adult/convention you come into contact with. The kids who got into shouting matches with teachers or started screaming and yelling because they hit their breaking point were valid in their feelings, but because they were uncontrolled in their emotions and actions, they got no credit or legitimacy from administration. I realized that kids and teenagers don't really have much power, so I worked really hard to build myself a reputation and ethos of being reasonable but not willing to take shit from anyone because just enough measured action to attack the real problem + determination to cause small, irritating problems about it that they couldn't justify throwing me out for meant that the shortest path to the end of a conflict with me was actually sitting down, hearing my concerns, and coming to an agreement. It got me to a place of "We know she's not stupid, and we know she's not a push over, so since we can't manipulate her or stop her, I guess it's time to talk" with administration.
So this is probably not what you were hoping for or asking for, but a lot of what I've learned has come from making a real effort to keep an open mind, try things for the hell of it, notice what's effective, notice how people respond to things, and keep an eye out for life lessons in unexpected places. It's less of a reading list, but I'd advise reading any literature you can find on issues that you care about because you'll start to get a feel for how other people have approached those specific issues (and then you can pick and choose techniques that you think would work for you), engage with your community (just talk to a whole frickin lot of people online or in person about a whole lot of things), and be able to listen without showing immediate judgment or argument because even if what you're hearing is terrible to you (Ex: a conservative telling you that the homeless deserve what they've gotten because they don't work hard enough), you need to know how other people think in order to combat those attitudes, and when you try to shut down people expressing ideas like those, they just keep them on the inside where they still influence their decisions, but then it's harder to figure out what perspectives/attitudes are holding up social progress.
The use of “服务器” is odd, since usually its just shortened to “服”, so either this is a noob to gaming (more likely, since the rest of the messages and name sound fine), or this is fake.
Yipepepe i get to use my esoteric chinese online slang knowledge
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg
Galdramaður festi meg festi meg
Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál
Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg
Galdramaður festi meg festi meg
Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót
Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð
English translation:
Spellbound am I, am I
The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul
In my heart burns a smouldering fire, smouldering fire
Spellbound am I, am I
The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
Hello! First of all I Just wanted to say you're awesome, I've learned so much from this Tumblr! I wanted to ask you is there a place online where I can find examples of Video Game scripts!? I want to start writing samples of my own work in that format for my future resume as a Video Game Writer. Thank you so much! :)
If you want to get started in game writing, don’t look to the giants in the field (Bioware, Bethesda, etc.) to start with. They’ve got teams that have been working for a long time, with a lot of experience. If you want solid examples of how to get started, begin with World of Warcraft.
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