#true and false

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Of course, the truth in the struggle with falsehood must be written and it must not be something general, high or ambiguous. Falsehood stems precisely from this general, high, ambiguous approach. When it is said of someone that ‘he said the truth,’ then some or many or someone else said something else, a lie or a platitude, but he said the truth, something practical, actual, undeniable, and that’s what it’s all about. Natürlich muß die Wahrheit im Kampf mit der Unwahrheit geschrieben werden und sie darf nicht etwas Allgemeines, Hohes, Vieldeutiges sein. Von dieser allgemeinen, hohen, vieldeutigen Art ist ja gerade die Unwahrheit. Wenn von einem gesagt wird, er hat die Wahrheit gesagt, so haben zunächst einige oder viele oder einer etwas anderes gesagt, eine Lüge oder etwas Allgemeines, aber er hat die Wahrheit gesagt, etwas Praktisches, Tatsächliches, Unleugbares, das, um was es sich handelte. —Bertolt Brecht, “Fünf Schwierigkeiten beim Schreiben der Wahrheit,” Unsere Zeit (Apr 1935)

[Scott Horton]

[incognitajones]

Moodboard by the lovely & talented @doptimous!

True and False: chapter 4 | from the beginning

“It’s an undercover mission, which strictly speaking you are neither qualified nor cleared for. But Captain Andor needs a partner, and I have no suitable Intelligence assets currently available.”

“I’ll do it,” Jyn said.

[chicagopdcaps]

[proshipshy]

True or False: You live in the USA (you don't have to answer if you are uncomfortable)

It’s not a problem Anon, and I do! I think I actually mentioned that in a post before...

- Fluttershy

[wisdomfish]

...an entire generation tend to go to the Bible not to discover the truth and bend their lives to it accordingly but to use it as sort of a self-help book to help them form their own version of what’s true and false, good and evil, right and wrong.

Josh & Sean McDowell, The Beauty of Intolerance: Setting a Generation Free to Know Truth and Love, p. 72

[melonsalts-old]

So.

I upgraded my art application recently. (7 dollars, and holy crepes I can use a paintbucket now. Actually colored digital comics HERE I COME!!! *Excited vibrating*) And! I started playing on my Wii U again. (Oh my god, who am I.) Splatoon is really cool. And I wanted to draw my OC twins as Inklings. So I did. With my new tools. (I can actually draw decent backgrounds! YESSSSSSS) So here ya go! I need to shut up, so I’ll see you later BYYYYE!

[incognitajones]

WIP Wednesday

(My inspiration & motivation crashed hard and I’ve barely written anything in weeks. Still trying, but who knows when it will come back...Have resorted to editing & re-editing older scenes, like this one.)

Grifka sniffed, her wide nostrils flaring. “Stop worrying. Andor’s been through worse.”

Jyn shrugged. She knew you had to accept that every mission, no matter how simple, carried a risk. But it was hard to make herself believe that when Cassian had been captured and hurt—thanks to her failure.

[incognitajones]

WIP Wednesday

I haven’t been posting excerpts because I have no idea when I’ll manage to get over the hump and pull this final chapter together... still working on it...

“Are human feet supposed to look like that?” a voice with whistling undertones asked. 

Jyn jerked upright in her chair, startled out of a half-daze. She blinked to clear her vision—it was okay, Cassian was still lying on the medpod next to her, still unconscious, although his face was slightly less grey than before.

Lieutenant Grifka stood at Jyn’s shoulder, staring at her feet. From the ankles down they were swathed in spongy foamplast that made them look like weirdly smooth boots or prosthetics.

“No,” Jyn croaked through her dry throat. “It’s bandages—the soles of my feet got cut up.” Cautiously, she stretched out her legs and flexed her toes; she couldn’t see any movement through the thick foam, but at least it didn’t hurt any more.