#rae chats

[raediggitydog]

I’m gonna need somebody to make a huge comp video of all the best bits from this weekends stream, and then link me to it immediately 🫡

[tasteofshapes]

Tagged by @shealwaysreads and @buttertyrant, thank you for the tag, friends!

favourite colour: the blue of lan xichen’s sect robes as he walks through the cloud recesses.

last song listened to: i’m currently listening to a spotify playlist, so the last song keeps changing, but it’s pretty much all the same sort of lo-fi stuff that’s prefect background music to work to.

favourite musician: i have so many faves it’s ridiculous. my tastes are varied, so it’s sad indie-ish music like tori amos and sufjan stevens and bon iver and broken social scene, but there’s also 90s alternative like the smashing pumpkins and third eye blind, and also japanese jazz-hip hop (honestly, i don’t even know how to classify this genre), but lately i’ve been in the mood for chinese music, so jay chou’s always a staple. 

last film I watched: husband and i are in the middle of watching infernal affairs 2, and oh my gosh, how did we never realise how many famous actors starred in this series? TWO of the four Heavenly Kings are in it! Plus a baby Edison Chen before his sex scandal rightfully kicked him straight out of the industry. 

last TV show I watched: what else? THE UNTAMED!!! I’m watching the Special Edition, which is the show condensed into 20 episodes that’s supposed to focus more on Wuxian and Wangji’s relationship, and oh, the feelings. i have everything i want in one show: disgruntled acquaintances to friends to lovers to soulmates, slow burn, mutual pining, dense gay disasters, hurt and comfort, EMOTiONAL hurt and comfort, major character death with a happy ending, boys being honest with their feelings, found families, jiang siblings, murder mysteries  - look, the list goes on, and i’m well aware that i will probably never leave this pit.

favourite character: because i’ve been in an Untamed pit of *feelings*, it’s Lan Wanji and his gay panic; Wuxian and his determination to walk his single log bridge even if that means going at it alone, just because it’s the right thing to do; and Lan Sizhui because he is the Best Boy and made me weep my eyes out at the reunion scenes. basically the entire lan-wei-wen found family clan. 

sweet, spicy, or savoury: savoury!

sparkling water, tea, or coffee: tea for days when i’m not that tired, and coffee for days when i’m a walking zombie. 

pets: none, but i do want to get a cat! 

I’m pretty sure almost everyone I know has been tagged in this, but I’m going to go ahead and tag @prolix-, @xanthippe74, @triggerlil, @jovialobservationanchor, @tackytigerfic, @tedahfromtayla, @bonesliketambourines - feel free to play along if you want!

[raethestar-discontinued]

@smokerails I WENT TO A THEME PARK AND FOUND A BABY

[hoesthettic]

There's a lot of hate in the world, a lot of people who tell you that you are wrong, even when you aren't saying something. There are people who will fight in the wrong, to prevent change, to prevent life from moving in the right direction. Within all of this, its important to step back, away from it all & think about who you are. Remove yourself from social media, and evaluate yourself. Are you alright? I say this because it's important that you remember to be YOU. Be who you want to be and dont harm others for not being like you. Its okay to step away from all the negativity in this world, its okay to take a break.

[raediggitydog]

There is nothing more humbling than explaining a Hermitcraft episode to someone

[raediggitydog]

For the linguists out there, what is Red3yz’ accent? The wikis say he lives in the UK, which I definitely hear in the way he pronounces some words, but I feel like maybe he’s from America originally? Particularly in how he pronounces his ‘r’s, I feel like it’s very American, but I’m really bad with distinguishing accents lol!

Or if there are any old hc fans who remember him talking about it somewhere that would be rad too! Again the wikis say the UK but don’t have references for where he talks abt it

(A regular vid so you can hear him talking)

[raediggitydog]

Me: man I haven’t kept up with hermitcraft s10, it looks like they’re doing a silly plotline rn I should get in there

,,,, , ,, I started watching season 1 and making spreadsheets

[raediggitydog]

So we all know the final part of the Minecraft Poem, with ‘and the universe said’ yknow? But I just read the whole thing again and there’s lots of great lines in the rest of it too! So I’m curious, what’s your favorite line?

Under the cut I’ve pasted the whole poem minus the part we all know, with each line numbered so you can easily share what’s your fav !

1- PLAYERNAME?

2- Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

3- That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

4- I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

5- It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

6- That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

7- Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

8- They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

9- What did this player dream?

10- This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

11- Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

12- It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

13- It cannot read that thought.

14- No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

15- Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

16- Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

17- But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

18- To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

19- Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

20- It reads our thoughts.

21- Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

22- And yet they play the game.

23- But it would be so easy to tell them...

24- Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

25- I will not tell the player how to live.

27- The player is growing restless.

28- I will tell the player a story.

29- But not the truth.

30- No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

31- Give it a body, again.

32- Yes. Player...

33- Use its name.

34- PLAYERNAME. Player of games.

35- Good.

36- Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

37- Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

38- We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

39- Once upon a time, there was a player.

40- The player was you, PLAYERNAME.

41- Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

42- Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

43- Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.

44- Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

45- Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.

46- Let's go back.

47- The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

48- And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.

49- And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

50- You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

51- Let's go further back.

52- The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...

53- Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".

54- Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".

55- Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

56- You are the player, reading words...

57- Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive

58- You. You. You are alive.

59- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

60- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

61- and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream