I had meant to write a well thought-out, reasoned, logical-yet-impassioned blog entry about this... but I still haven't figured out how to do that. So I can tell that this little entry is going to be, y'know... slightly rambling.
I want my nieces to grow up in a world where they can do anything they want to do.
Obviously, right? That's what we'd all like. Duh.
What I don't want is for them to grow up and have their options curtailed by their gender. What I don't want is for their attitudes towards men and women, boys and girls, their own selves, to be decided by a society, and a media, that is slanted.
Big Books for Boys are about adventure and exploration. Big Books for Girls are about makeup and looking pretty.
My niece Becca is 4. Becca loves pink. She loves princesses. She wasn't BORN loving pink and loving princesses — she learned that. She learned it from the people around her, from the TV she watches, from the other kids at the school-type place she goes to. And you can see it. You can see it happening. People go up to her and the first thing they say, the FIRST thing, is "Oh, don't you look ADORABLE!"
Boom. Now she thinks that her physical appearance is THE most important thing about her. Now whenever she's wearing a new dress she always runs up to me and says "Derek, look at my dress!"
I don't want my nieces thinking their looks are the only things that matter. For their birthday, the twins got a big dollhouse. It is, admittedly, awesome (if you like dollhouses). And I knew they were getting the dollhouse, so I went to buy them dolls. I bought them a princess doll and a mermaid doll, because Becca loves princesses and Emily loves mermaids. But I also got them an Annikin Skywalker doll, with lightsaber and sound effects, and an Iron Man doll. So now Iron Man has tea with Princess Barbie (and by all accounts, he's loving it) and the future Darth Vader (spoiler alert) sits awkwardly on the couch with Mermaid Barbie.
I buy them toys for boys because I don't want them limited by what toy companies tell them they can be.
(Er, not that a princess, a mermaid, a Sith Lord or a super hero is an achievable goal anyway... well, maybe the super hero...)
And then I start thinking about my books because, well, my books are awesome and deserve to be thought about. I think I've done well, all in all. The decision to have the main character be a teenage girl wasn't a decision at all — it's just something that fit. I've also worked very hard to refrain from idealising Valkyrie. Having a female main character but treating her like she's this flawless wonder is as damaging and disingenuous as the very things I've been trying to avoid. But treating her like a real person? Giving her an ego, an arrogance, a selfishness that we'd all have in her situation? That's FAIR.
But I've also failed, in certain ways. I've given in, without even thinking. Val is pretty, for a start. Was that necessary? No, not really. I could have made her plain. I could have taken away the height, the slimness, the little dimple when she smiles... But I didn't. Yes, the pretty fictional character is based on my pretty real-life friend, but I could have changed THAT aspect, right? Only, I'm as biased as anyone else. I like beauty. I like a pretty face. I like Gina Carano and Ronda Rousey. I admire them as people, as fighters, as athletes — but would I pay them this much attention if I didn't also appreciate how they look?
I'm as bad as anyone, but the thing is, I'm trying NOT to be.
So while you're digesting all this, and figuring out if what I'm saying has ANY relevance to ANYTHING, I want you think about Captain America: Winter Soldier. You all know what a huge comics fan I am. Most of you know that I own the shield he used in the first movie. I am REALLY looking forward to the sequel, and nothing will stop me from going to see it.
But seeing as how I'm talking about how women are valued primarily on their looks, I'd like you to take a peek at the posters released. Here's Cap, looking pensive...
And Nick Fury, also looking pensive...
And here's Black Widow, looking... wow.
Is that it? Is that her only worth?
In some ways, I'm old fashioned. I believe in old-fashioned things. I believe men should be strong. If they can't be strong physically then they must be strong morally. I believe men should hold the door for women, should stand up from the table when they walk over, and they should, when possible, pay for dinner. I also believe that men and women are equal in every way that's important.
So when I ask "Is that her only worth?", I'm not asking that from a feminist's perspective. I'm asking it from a man's perspective. The Black Widow is a secret agent, a spy, an assassin, and a hero... so why can't she be pensive in a series of pensive posters? Why does she have to adopt the sexy pose?
If any of my nieces grow up to be a secret agent, a spy, an assassin or a hero, I'm going to be as proud of them as if they grow up to be a princess or a mermaid. But I'm going to have to insist that they be given the opportunity to be WHATEVER they want to be, and those kinds of opportunities begin with me — the writer, the creator — and with you — the reader, the consumer. Don't settle for less. Don't settle at all.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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*takes hammock and jumps out of tree*
*rushes away*
(I'll be back later! ...in about maybe 30 minutes)
((ok amethyst! cya))
Bye amethyst!
Hey zaf heads up!
*chucks a stick of dynamite to zaf* enjoy!
*jumps down and joins Chi*
Hello Silente.
*happily explodes England*
*is exploded*
Zaf. Just...*sighs* never mind.
Hello Chi long time no talk much. Okay we've talked. OK recently. But still. What are we now?
I see you as one of my best friends. Even though you may still see me as a person you spar for fun.
Nah your not just someone to try beat up, somewhere during all that a** kicking you've developed into a bestie. Although that doesn't mean I don't see you as someone to beat up still. I mean, I still haven't won you yet so..
True that. *leans back against the trunk of the tree, in the shade*
I will win you eventually. I might have to wait a while but it will happen
*sits in the light of the setting sun* I can wait
*smiles up at her*
*sighs* i was supposed to do something i forget what
Feed the gerbils? Homework? Revision? Learn to fly?
Battle Blake at 5 american time? Only he ran off for a bit?
Chi did you just post EXACTLY the same comment? You did! Anyway I've got to go now guys, sleepy time!
Bai and no I am not home so gerbils are not with me
Bye Silente.
Hello guys. I'm back...without the hammock!
Did you give it back?
So...what's going on now?
nothing.
...ya, I noticed...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Hello Snow!
Zaffy tired
hia. doing a project on the middle ages. had to choose three topics. so i have weapons, woman and knights. i'm taking this seriously and going all feminist. my friends are kinda scared of what i've written XD
good talk derek. i'm glad you threw in that bit at the end about how it should be the women's choice to be femme/sexy/etc etc and that it should not be expected of them. i know you said you weren't saying these things from a feminist perspective, but yknow, it was pretty dang feminist anyway. glad to have people like you having positive influence in the media!!
Has
Hello anyone who might still be on...
I am present Blake, for the next half hour.
Hello??
Oh we have our fight Blake
Or Prehaps longer. Hello Em.
Hello guys!
Hi Amethyst
Hey Trip.
Anyone up for a roleplay??
*A nurse runs towards Zafira*
Nurse: Grand Mage! The patient, Ms. Melody. She's missing. The doctor was found unconscious in her room and we have looked all over the building for her. She's vanished!
Has anyone checked the camera feed in her room? And I stationed Cleavers in her room, what happened to them?! *sighs* Calm. I'll send someone for her.
Hi Stalky!
Sure Em! What's the Drew situation?
...I"M NOT STALKY! ...celery stalk
Except that the name has stuck, so you are.
Be nice to her!
...*glares*
How???
It just did. It's an awful shame, but you could have a worse nickname.
Fat hand. Just be glad your nickname isn't Fat hand. Or Stabby.
There's a unicorn named Stabby
(Drew is still tied up in Chase's spare bedroom, yes it sounds wrong but work with me lol)
*Drew suddenly spasms as a shadow tries to break the light ropes again. He then looks at Chase against the wall, that evil uncaring look has returned to his face.*
Drew: It would seem that your wife is on her way home.
*Chase stood off the wall slightly as he unfolded his arms*
Chase: You're lying.
*Drew shook his head slowly*
Drew: I can smell her shadows a mile away.
I know Amethyst. Breathe. It happens a lot. Don't try to jump in on this one, *hugs* Zaffy can do something with you if you like
Crimson: *steps from the shadows* And what of your wife Drew. While you're in there, improsoned, she's all alone. She's probably really depressed and wondering where you are. Do you want that for her?
That was humerus Zaf. And sad.
I'm confused now...
Nurse: The Cleavers are always sent away while the doctor carries out his tests. It is just protocall Grand Mage.
*Emerald takes a deep breath against the wall outside the sanctuary. She is starting to get a pain in her chest and her head is hurting her. But something doesn't feel right, she had to go home.
She starts to climb a set of vines to scale the wall over the other side.*
-
*Drew spasms again. His body shaking. That panicked look returns again. His breath is staggered like he is in pain or wounded*
Drew: Make him... stop... please! He's... breaking... please...
*His body spasms again and he screams as the cold side returns.*
Drew: So weak, and this is meant to be the body of a hero? Pathetic.
Okay. Lets check outside the Sanctuary, in her condition she's unlikely to have got far. Come with me.
*Crimson wanders over to Drew, and glances at his wedding ring* You know, considering Shadow Drew is in charge now, I suppose you won't be needing that any more. I bet it would fetch a good price.
*Crimson wanders over to Drew, and glances at his wedding ring* You know, considering Shadow Drew is in charge now, I suppose you won't be needing that any more. I bet it would fetch a good price.
What confuses you?
How was Zafira's comment humorous?
*Emerald gets to the top of the wall and suddenly gets a pain in her chest. She loses her grip and tumbles over the other side and rolls until her back hits a tree. She groans as she slowly gets up. What was happening to her?*
-
*Drew's body spasms again. He is starting to look pale and sickly and really in pain. The panicked look returns*
Drew: No!... Not my... ring... please... That's... Ellie's...
Oh, her bitterness and transparency amuses me.
*Crimson runs a finger over the ring, then clamps it between her thumb and forefinger* But Ellie won't need a ring commemorating her marriage to you, after all that shadowmancy, shadow Drew is in control now. You don't need such a nice ring, it's a waste.
My what look Zaffy tired and brain dead. Tis 9:09pm im brain dead and seconds from killing my English teacher
What did your English teacher do?
Your bitterness and transparency.
Your naked aggression towards us which you don't attempt to hide. I find it quite funny.
Drew: Please... I'm... trying... Please...
*Drew screamed as his spine arched from the back of the chair. The light ropes hissing again as shadows tried to escape so they could take control of Drew again, they were losing their presence. There was too much light.
Drew jumped and struggled in pain as he screamed again. His whole body heaved against his arm and leg ropes.*
-
*Emerald stood up and looked up at the huge wall she just fell from. She was surprised she didn't break any bones. She turned and started to make her way through the forest.*
Nurse: The Cleavers have gone through the whole courtyard Grand Mage, there is no sign of her but they say some vines are broken by the southern wall towards Blogland.
How am I being bitter? God damn it Trip lay off me. You're the one who is acted like a bastard here, people change I have changed for the better. Now stop acting like I'm a crimminal. Cut it out I'm sick of it. I haven't fought with ANYONE until you came on, does that say something about you.
*Crimson allows herself a quick smile, having found his pressure point, she steps back and let's the episode end*
Okay. Blogland. I'll go to Blogland myself and look. Lets both go, I'm no medical expert
I'm not going into it. Let's all forget I said anything.
Tea?
Good. Keep it that way. I'm trying to be a decent human being because in the past I haven't. You may not believe I can but i can. And that's that.
*Chase looks horrified as Drew's body starts to relax again but still spasms now and then.*
Chase: Is he okay?
-
*Emerald keeps walking when suddenly she has to lean against a tree. Her chest closing again and causing an awful pain. She sits against the trunk, wheezing.*
*The nurse follows Zafira into the forest*
Em? Still awake? Stalky, still here?
Present!
Just observing...
Crimson: Haven't the foggiest. *marches up and snatches the ring off Drew's finger and hold it op to the light* Aye, that'll fetch a fine price.
*Drew leans towards her, being held back. He starts to tear up as he grits his teeth against the pain.*
Drew: No please... you don't understand... that's her band... she wears mine. Don't take it! Please!!
*Drew screams again. The ropes are hissing insanely and starting to burn into his skin. The shadows can be seen crawling and slithering under his skin on his neck as the light becomes too much to fight.*
Any sign of her...I'll...
Aro; Hi! Need help?
Look for Em.
Aro: *scans the area* on a tree, against one.
Crimson: *pockets it* You know, I think I'll sell it right now. You can never have too much money, after all. *begins to walk out the door*
Oh Amethyst- why I wanna kill my English teacher;
She shoves us into groups, mine consists of the one boy who is genius and is impossible to work with, and two kids both absent. So i get stuck as leader when I honestly hate being thrown into that stuff on the spot. We have to research Roman history. Create a Power Point and 8-10min speech. Well we got the one of a timeline of Rome, now if this is due Friday how do i do it? The one girl gave me info and isn't gonma be here again tomorrow, and the boy is gone tomorrow never gave me his research, and the one girl Im with is hardly in school. This was all taught in history class so i am using my history notes.
*Emerald spots Zafira, Aro and the nurse. She scrambles to her feet, still clutching her chest.*
Emerald: No!! I'm not going back with you people!!! I won't!!!
-
*Drew desperately watches as she heads to the door, knowing that he can't do anything. His whole body stops spasming as he just sits, slumped and tied to the chair. He starts to cry.*
Drew: *whispers* Ellie...
*Chase stays absolutely still. He wants to go and stop Crimson as well as make sure that Drew is okay but he's not entirely sure what is happening.*
*Crimson beckons Chase out from the corridor*
*sighs* Em, you're a complete wreck. All we've done is help you. I didn't send Cleavers for you, I came and personally found you. I care about you, and think of Lorcan. Your son, he wants you to be better, if we were hurting you Lorcan would have killed me. Why are you so determined to not get help?
*Emerald stopped for a second, taking a raspy breath. She thought about Lorcan before turning to face Zafira*
Emerald: Because something doesn't feel right. I feel torn apart. I feel broken. Just something isn't right, nothing feels real...
-
*Chase hesitated momentarily before going out towards the corridor and leaving Drew, who was still sobbing.*
You feel like you're living a lie.
Aro: I could help, where I was raised I was the most powerful Sensitive.
K its time for bed. Em before you look confused, its almost 10, we Americans are strange and have changed our clocks a week ago. Or 2 weeks ago so until you guys go ahead an hour we're 4hrs behind, we're special us Americans.
Night guys.
Crimson: *whispering* He's himself again, I think. *puts the ring in his hand* Give this to him, and tell him not to use his shadowmancy EVER again.
And one last thing, where does this 'Ellie' live?
(Night Zaffy x)
*Chase looks confused as he looks down at the ring in his hand.*
Chase: Um... Dublin. They live in Dublin.
How do you know this is permanent him now?
Crimson: I don't, I just hope that he's the dominant personality now. If not tie him up again, and find me.
Also, I need an address.
Chase: There's a house up by the Phoenix Park, it should be the only one up that way, that's where they live.
I hope whatever you're doing works Crimson.
Crimson: So do I. It has been a pleasure sir. *shakes his hand* Must be off! Much to do!
(Good night!)
D: asdfhjklowoqmen just had to ride my bike home after double health and well being (PE)
Annnddddd there's no one onnn
D:
Just here to post the conclusion to my Fabi roleplay.
As you may recall, Fabi killed Ioux because she thought he killed Liz, and the Necromancer in the Hat also known as Left, died of a bulletwound, and Fabi tripped over his dead body. Shortly after, a pink-haired detective arrived to speak with Grand Mage Kerias with a convincing case of evidence that pointed toward Fabi as a prime suspect in Left's murder. While the points she made were true (Fabi did recently purchase a gun a corresponding size to the bullets found in Left, and her car was abandoned on the street nearby), she was in fact a member of the same group of criminals as Ioux and Left and a woman named Tess whom you probably haven't met yet. It gets a little complicated because there are pieces of the story I never roleplayed in Blogland. If there's anything that doesn't make sense, I'm happy to clarify. The event you will probably need to know is that Fabi was kidnapped by Tess, Miss Cross and others and brought to an incredibly unfair trial where Tess attempted to force a confession out of her using magically convincing words. Fabi managed to escape with quite a bit of help from a friend, and went to a somewhat out-of-the-way island to work on a plan to try to get rid of the group that was trying to get rid of her.
TBC
Fabi finished packing her suitcase and checked around the hotel room for anything she'd left there. She'd spent a lovely few days with just her and the computer and the research. Oh, and the occasional hike in the forest. It had been nice.
Now, though, she'd gathered everything she needed to. A file, sitting there on top of her suitcase, with back-up copies in the hands of several of her allies. It was enough to incriminate the entire group and even if she couldn't prove that she hadn't killed the Necromancer in the hat, it would at least make him the bad guy.
She took a deep breath and tucked the file in her handbag. She wasn't used to handbags. Usually she just carried a bigger-on-the-inside wallet, and anything else, a purse, a suitcase, whatever was just for cover, and didn't actually have anything important in it. She had to be able to touch the folder, though, had to feel it was there, so a handbag it was.
She checked out of the hotel and walked towards the waterfront, following the smell of salt and seaweed. The streets were fairly busy at this hour, especially for an out-of-the-way place like this. Bicycles and pedestrians passed by, ordinary people with ordinary lives. Somewhere along the way, that had become a strange thought.
TBC
The ferry wasn't like the ones Fabi had taken from Seattle to Vashon or Bainbridge Islands when she was a girl. It was much smaller, so no more than thirty people would fit, and even then, some of them would have to stand. There were only a few people waiting, though: a youngish couple with a baby, two men in collared shirts and business shoes and a woman in a thick pink furry coat and matching hat. She must've been from California or somewhere where 50-degree weather wasn't normal.
Fabi walked around to the stern and sat on a bench away from the others. The ferry motor began to vibrate the floor beneath her feet, and Strawberry Island* began to grow smaller. Her gaze lowered to the sea, and she watched the frothy wake of the ferry churn. A bright red buoy flew past, and one of the seagulls perched on it seemed to be glaring at her. It probably disapproved of what she was going to do. Good for it.
She pulled out the file and began flipping through it one more time. Everything was all organized and in place just where she'd left it. There was just one variable that was unaccounted for...
There was a loud clanging noise, and the ferry slowed to a crawl. Fabi barely noticed, too absorbed in something she was hurriedly scribbling. A minute later, a man in the uniform of the ferry line stepped out. "Excuse me? Is anyone out here good with engines? We've run into...an issue."
Fabi put the folder away and stood. "I know a little about them. What's the problem?"
The man looked at his feet. "I...I'm not sure. I'm meant to be a mechanic, but I'm...fairly new at this." He looked on the verge of breaking down into tears.
Fabi sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
"It'd be appreciated, miss."
Fabi followed the mechanic through the door into the crew room. There was this ramp around the side of the room up to where the captain's quarters were elevated so he could see better. There was a small amount of space below, though, and it seemed to be an engine room.
The mechanic hesitated. "The engine's in there, but the pressure and heat gauges are over by the captain..."
"I'll look at the gauges first, then."
"Okay." The mechanic blinked, nodded and started up the ramp. Fabi followed.
The woman in the pink coat counted to ninety and then slowly opened the crew room door...
Fabi stopped short as she saw the woman sitting in the captain's chair.
TBC
"You will return to your post now." Tess stood, and the ferry worker hurried to the wheel, not meeting Fabi's eye.
"Your words don't mean a thing, I'm not listening, they're just like water on my wi--"
"Oh stop with the singing." Tess smiled that sickly sweet smile of hers. "You've eluded us for a decent length of time, Fabienne S., but it's time that we brought the murderess to justice."
There was a loud cracking noise from below the floor, and water began seeping in, gathering around Fabi's toes.
"Yes," Fabi spoke in a monotone. "Let's bring the murderess to justice."
*******
The Strawberry Island ferry line had never had any sort of accident, not once in twenty-five years. That didn't stop it from doing so now. A fishing boat nearby picked up the couple with the baby, the men in business suits, the captain (who had suffered an injury to the head and remembered nothing), and a quite hysterical mechanic. There was no sign, however, of Fabienne S., or a woman known only as Kacee. They could only be presumed dead, and the people of Strawberry Island mourned their loss (though nobody could remember ever speaking to either woman).
In the Sanctuary, papers turned up that revealed the location of a group of ne'er-do-wells with charges and evidence that proved them guilty of various crimes over the past few decades. They were brought into trial and sentenced accordingly. The blonde woman, Tess, turned up a few days later and was given a lengthy prison sentence. She demanded daily that the guards release her, but in a bound cell, her powers could harm no one.
The charges against Fabienne S. were dropped after the realization that Left was the same Necromancer in the Hat who had invaded André's farm, and that he was also wanted for several cases of murder and burglary. Fabi wasn't there to know she was no longer a murder suspect, though. She was still missing and presumed dead.
And I guess you know this isn't the end. Something happened in that engine room. There's so much more I could tell you about how Fabi tried to make her stand against the detective and the woman with the convincing voice, but this is as much of an ending as you're going to get.
Author's notes:
*I seem to recall now, an actual island in the San Juans called Strawberry Island. Should any of you look it up (assuming I remember correctly), you'll find that it is small and has no ferry or people living on it. Unless, perhaps, they've all been turned into trees. The Strawberry Island Fabi visited is a fictional creation, or possibly a code name.** [Sneaky smile]
**It's a fictional creation :-P I did base the ferry off the Jetty Island Ferry at first, but then I redesigned it. A lot. Some other little elements of Jetty Island may or may not have been included. I forget.
***Keeley owes you two dollars. Remember this. Of course, you're too nice to bug her about it if she forgets, but remember anyway.****
****Notes to self probably shouldn't be in the author's notes. It's weird.
*nods at Fabi and her roleplay and her awesomeness* :) :)
Thanks. :)
I love you intricate your plots are and how they all link up and stuffs. :)
*nods, also, at the roleplaying Em and Trip and Zaf did earlier* *ah, I've missed roleplay :)*
#ChaseForBookNine
So I just thought up a lots of answers to pointless a question:
Q . Where's your soul?
A 1. In a box that is always 5 foot to my left.
A 2. In a box under my bed.
A 3. What soul?
A 3.5. What is this soul you speak of?
A 4. Oh, this guy needed it.
And also, this:
*walks on stage*
*in a level voice* Every 20 minutes someone drowns in a bin.
*points emotionlessly to a random place in the crowd*
*the light shines on said place*
*its you*
You're next
*calmly walks off*
*crickets chirp in the silent crowd*
(I have great news!)
Wow, Snow. XD
And hi, Ember! What's the news?
Nobody? Ah, well....
*snaps fingers* *boombox appears out of nowhere* *starts blasting the Macarena so loud that you can /see/ the soundwaves*
*starts to do the Macarena*
*points at a random person who's reading this*
Join me. *is layering voice with the mesmer (Artemis Fowl thing, sorry)*
*starts doing Macarena again, this time faster*
*person has no choice but to follow, as I've just used the mesmer on them*
Mwahahahaha!!!!!
(sorry)
And msd.
*stands completely still, straight-faced*
Well THAT worked.
NOte to self: never try to use the mesmer again. *facepalm*
Anybody on?
Does anybody want to do the Macarena with me? *glances around hopefully*
Nobody? Ah, well. I guess I should go anyways. You know, food and all. People these days and their messed up priorities! *shakes head disbelievingly*
*comes in with two linked songs (one a bit . . . errrr and the other rather beautiful) and a matching profile picture, because I was bored yesterday at school*
*yah*
*oh my gosh, they're so great, though. I could rant foREVer*
Vermilion:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lnf_n9N5cw&index=56&list=PLTslNdjmKxFvz82_82YflzFzAn1Nltzi7
She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever . . .
Oh (SHE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT MAKES ME SAD)
She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
The distress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home
Forever . . .
Oh (SHE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT MAKES ME SAD)
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy, aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my need to self oblige
She is something in me that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
Vermilion Pt. 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8snSaWsH3Q&list=PLTslNdjmKxFvz82_82YflzFzAn1Nltzi7
She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
A catch in my throat
Choke
Torn into pieces
I won't
No
I don't wanna be this
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
#ChaseForBookNine
I don't have much homework tonight, so I think I'll . . . I don't know what I'll do. :) I'll do something. Possibly a nothing kind of something, idk. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*zooms in on picture a bit?*
#ChaseForBookNine
*no, that didn't really help*
*anyway, first time doing word art like that, so I was happy with it :P*
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Hello Star.
Hey Chi! :)
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Hows you?
I'm good. :) Frustrated. You? :)
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Why you frustrated? and I'm fine. My german speaking went really well!
*Jumps out of Chio's shadow and grabs her arm*
Boo!
I was frustrated because I couldn't remember this word I want to annotate this poem with. :P It was very frustrating, at the time. I get frustrated easily.
And - YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :)
I have my German speaking next week . . . :P
Damn, should probably start memorising that . . .
-_-
Hey Blake! :)
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*screams*
@Star: Vermillion and Vermillion Pt2 are the songs which led into your analogy about looking through quality street wrappers, where you have these two different perspectives looking at exactly the same thing... "When you put a yellow quality street wrapper over your eye, the world looks bright and cheerful and sunny, whereas when you put a dark one on, it looks dark and gloomy and threatening.
And even though the world looks so different, you're still in the same place at the same time in the same situation."
And those two songs, one being really brutal and scary, and the other being so beautiful and sad... It's the way in which they're both looking through different wrappers, this scary kind of a rapist through one wrapper, and the emotional feelings through the other.
And I think... it's almost like looking at the same thing in these different states of mind. Like... You know when you're just angry and frustrated and everything is so raw and arfgh and red and black and red and black, and that's the wrapper that you're looking through, red and black. And emotions are quality street wrappers. Because they change your perception of things.
I don't know.
But your quality street wrapper analogy was amazing. And the relationship between the songs is, too, by that standpoint.
ANd, yeah. :)
(In full disclosure, I haven't ACTUALLY listened to them yet, still. ANd I would, but my ears and blargh. It'll wait. I can still draw from the lyrics, and I still draw from what you've said. Y'know?)
(Also, your word art is jepic.)
(ANd, yes.)
wbd. Art exam prep work stillllll.
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*Hugs Chio closely*
Hey Star, how's things?
*hugs Blake, heart thumping* Jesus Christ, that's the first time you've actually scared me... *breaths heavily*
Also HI. :)
*quietly points out that I AM DONE WITH GERMAN SPOKEN ASSESSMENTS FOREVVVAWR. FOR.EV.ER.*
*Or, at least for the foreseeable future*
*which is kind of the same thing*
*but smaller*
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*looks rather proud of himself*
I try
Oh shut up you.
TAIA I'M CRYING YOU'RE SO AMAZING.
I didn't cream because I bit my hand really hard to stop myself and now I'm crying THANK YOU.
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
YES THAT'S EXACTLY IT'S THAT'S EXACTLY IT OHMYGOSH
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
You know, there's this book, and I read it, and it was really amazing, but I was kind of sad because I knew my sister wouldn't understand it in the same way and she read it and she didn't, and I was like ah well, and there's these things and you're sort of resigned to people not really picking up on them and yeah. And I never expect people to understand Slipknot very muchly, because I mean, Slipknot are like Vermilion (parts one and two), and like . . . they're beautiful like Vermilion Pt. 2 but it's covered with like anger and violence and so people only really ever see Vermilion Pt. 1, and after you post two songs like that, you do expect people to think "scary songs that promote rape" and then you just go on and get on with your life going "ah well", and to have someone actually RECOGNISE what you're going on about it just so nice, and plus YOU USED MY METAPHOR and I was so happy about that because you actually REMEMBERED :) :) :), and also, did you know, I started the use of that metaphor when I was discussing those two songs? That's really when it first entered my mind. Yeah, it's funny. :) :) :)
And OHMYGOSH
THANK YOU SO MUCH
BECAUSE ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH {REHAODJA:LKDN:KAL
ASDFGHJKL
*looks upwards and almost starts crying again because it's so ace and it's exactly what I think except it adds more to it because it's folded slightly different*
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*scream
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Hello?
MITHRIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *tacklehugs*
*hugs back*
HEY! :)
I don't think I made much sense there . . . maybe I should copy and paste that paragraph and add a larger quantity of punctuation. :P
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
*smiles happily*
You know, there's this person who sits opposite me in RS and he likes Slipknot but we never actually, like, talk about Slipknot, because we always argue, I mean, yeah. And he is totally FOR the death penalty and I am totally AGAINST the death penalty, and I always mean to point out to him about Vermilion and how everyone you're condemning to death . . . maybe they're scary and dangerous and creepy and like Vermilion Pt. 1, but they have beauty inside them, like Vermilion Pt. 2, and they're people with emotions to, and it's probably understandable in some way, and how Slipknot actually promote empathy like that, but how do you start saying a thing like that? I haven't seen a conversation opener yet, and possibly never will, plus when I'm actually THERE my argument just seems all grey and like it will wash away with the slightest drizzle of water, like how charcoal rubs off on everything, and it won't really stand up like paint will so I'm just like, yeah, and I don't say anything.
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Hey Mithria! :)
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Hi Star! :)
Do I have to understand what you're talking about?
@Mithria: No, not really. :P
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@Star: That's good... xD
@Chi: I've read your story! :)
Ello Mithira
Mithria guess what? my gran just gave me like millions of pieces of paper on top of my drawing pad so i'll be drawing a lot lately ^.^
I know Mithria, I read your comment yesterday.
Hi Blake! :)
Chi, what are you drawing? Anything special?
@Chi: Yay! :)
I got given a box full of sheets of paper a few years ago.
I'm about a quarter of the way through. XD
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Just anime characters. I tried drawing real people like Captain Jack Sparrow but failed really badly.
I got like half of the A5 and A6 packets so yeah.... xD I also have nearly all of my drawing pad...
red and black
red and black
yes
yes
You know, Eve, like, two years ago . . . she posted a blog post about colours, and she said it was no coincidence that red was the colour for both love and anger, and like . . . I found that interesting, that's why I remember it two years later. Vermilion is a shade of red, did you know? https://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&site=imghp&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1366&bih=673&q=vermilion&oq=vermilion&gs_l=img.3..0l10.901.2415.0.2877.10.8.0.2.2.0.164.921.4j4.8.0....0...1ac.1.37.img..0.10.968.1lGKpG7M06U
Yeah. :)
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I tried drawing anime some time ago... I'm no good at drawing...
I admire those people who just look at something and can draw it...
*sighs*
Haha though. XD So many people have typoed 'Vermilion' as 'Vermillion' that when you typed 'slipknot lyrics vermilion' into YouTube it goes "Did you mean slipknot lyrics vermillion?"
*facepalm*
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I have to look at a drawing to draw it. I'm not one of those who can draw something good from memory or imagination. I have to have a picture.
Yeah, me too. But even if I have a picture, it's still difficult and I need to try like 1000 times until I'm satisfied with the result :P
I generally need a picture when I'm drawing, like, actual drawings.
I do a great deal of word art, and for that I just do it out of my head. It's easy, though, with words. I mean, the patterns are already given for you in the shapes of the letters - you merely have to make them work around each other. :)
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Meh?
Yep. I normally get the hair right, the nose is just an 'L' in anime usually. The lips and eyes take a little while and I really struggle with hands.
MEOW.
Because yeah.
Hum.
*starts humming*
I hate drawing hands or feet. And hair. Hair is the worst for me...
Feet, hands, eyes and lips are kinda difficult for me but hair, face, clothes are alright.
As I said, I'm no good at drawing^^
And I gotta go in a few minutes... five or something.
Choir... meh.
Aww...
I don't want to go, I wanna sleeeeeep...
But I have to. Sorry...
Hey People!
Okay, I gotta go now. See you tomorrow! *hugs everyone*
Bye then mir.
Hey Silente! bye Mithria! *hugs both*
Hey Chi! Are we the only one on?
*rolls her eyes and hugs Chi back grinning secretly*
I think so...
Blog land really is slow recently...anyway how are you?
Good you?
Damn. I've gotta go.
Sorry for poofing. I went to do some little things, and then I've been trying to work out words, and @Star you'll get a response when I return, I guess, because I'm mid-way, kind of. If you're not here, idk, I'll maybe email it or something? ^^
hurryhurryhurrysorryBYE.
*hugs all*
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Bye Taia! And I'm fine thanks Chi. Been bored at school alllllll day. Was hoping blog land could liven things up..
Er Chi? You here? Did you poof?
Bye Taia!
Sorry Silente, I'm pretty boring, I can't help with that xD
Your not boring you just have a super short attention span.
*stands up straight and stretches her arms*
Anyway you, how about we liven stuff up around here? If I don't do something soon I'm going to get rusty.
Alright but don't tell Blake :3 he'll get angry at me. For like 5 seconds. He's adorable...
You seem to have a thing about him...anyway
*cracks knuckles*
Ready?
Oh yes :3
*charges straight at Chi*
*is a blur of movement*
*bends and wraps her arms around her waist lifting her above my head*
CHECK OUT MY NEW WORD ART BLOG -
http://inkystarrywordart.blogspot.co.uk/
*just posted nineteen times, of all the word art I've done in like a year* *wheeeeeeeee*
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BACK.
And-
@Star: Initially, I just react with dr6tcivyoo90u54 o[mjhifdf3vihn3eihi for a while because my brain is so BUZZhurryBUZZsmilesBUZZsmilesBUZZthoughtsBUZZ, it’s so amazing, but it takes a while to reach a point where you have words to actually respond with, y’know? :P
And all of that where you just live not expecting these things to be thought of in the same way, not that it’s necessarily a bad thing to think differently, but it’s amazing when you have this thing, and suddenly somebody gets it?
I think that that is a large part of why I love your rants so much.
Because, like-
Where you say, it’s like, someone actually recognises what you’re going on about.
And if you reverse that, kind of, there’s a thing that I’m not sure how to put into words, but it’s like that recognition, kind of? Like you read something and it’s like there’s somebody who understands what you understand but understands it in a way that you don’t understand it but you do understand, because you understand now, and it’s like you didn’t understand before, because it’s such an amazing way of understanding that it kind of negates the old vague understanding? I don’t know.
And it’s kind of like, either radifying or radenating, I’m not sure which, or maybe both, or neither, and sometimes I think somebody should make dictionary that I can refer to when I need these words that don’t exist in the minds of the majority of people, but totally should because they’re just the right thing.
And I used your metaphor because it’s amazing, and I remembered it because I never want to NOT remember it.
And it’s weird, like, where you referenced the folding, there, and I feel like, thanks for teaching me new brain-origami, y’know? :P I don’t know.
But :)
And maybe you’ll find a way to tell other-Slipknot-person that, where it works. I hope so. I hope he hears that and it makes sense.
And it’s like... (I don’t even know what ‘it’ is any more. Things that... are. Idk.) It’s like you could look at Slipknot and see scary rape promotion, or you could see empathy promotion, and maybe it goes back to Quality Street wrappers, all over again. And, like... I don’t know how to say what I want to. But I like how you say that most of Slipknot looks like Vermilion Pt.1, but that they’re all Vermilion Pt.2, really. And that same idea fits into so many things, it’s so incredible, that I think Slipknot must be amazing, without actually listening to the songs. And it’s wonderful how that is. :)
And- yeah. It is. :) And... I did know what vermillion is a shade of red - probably because of paint/ink/whatnot colour labels, right?
There’s also a Vermilion City in Kanto Pokémon. Which isn’t really relevant but that’s what the word makes me think of, a bit. :P
But I guess that now there’s another meaning for it in my head, which is Slipknot and Quality Street Wrappers and understanding and all of those things. Which is great. And it reminds of the colour of the wheat fields in The Little Prince, which I’m not sure will make sense to you, because I’m not sure if you’ve read The Little Prince. But it’s an amazing thing. It just is. :)
And... yeah. *hugs* Yeah. :)
#ChaseForBook9
*sends icicles from her body, piercing Silente's*
*drops Chi on the ground sliding the icicle out of her*
*shakes as the cold comes free of her body*
*backs off and grabs her daggers smiling wildley*
Knife time.
*creates twin katanas and watches her movements*
*smiles and whirls sending a dagger whistling through the air with tremendous speed*
*watches as it draws a thin line of blood across Chi's neck*
*runs and slides under Chi, snatching her dagger back up and slicing at her lower back*
*covers her wounds with ice and slashes her legsas she backs away*
*jumps and flips away as her legs heal*
*approaches with her blade glistening*
*throws another dagger, this time leaving a slit on her cheek*
*smiles as moves closer, cutting of Chi's range making it hard to use her katanas*
Also @Star: Your word art is amazing. O_O
Still distant. art exam preparationnnnnn
Even though there's not a lot of NEED for it
Since I can't really change what I'm doing for the exam
Because it's on Friday
So there's not time
But idk.
Also, I keep forgetting about it and letting the inks dry. *facepalms*
but yeah
distant
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I have sugar im hyper
Silente, I am great at both close combat and ranged.
*sends a sphere of water towards her, locking her in it*
HELLO ZAF! :)(
Wonderful! :P
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*floats around the the water sphere*
*swims to the top of it and falls out the side*
*land heavily*
*shakes herself to try dry off slightly*
*throws her other dagger at Chi, cutting her stomach and getting it lodged there*
*realises she's weaponless* s**t
(Oh no hyper zaf!)
*makes the air around them colder so Silente's wet body begins to slowly freeze and stop working*
*goes in close, gutting her stomach and neck*
cutting*
*uses the knife plunged into her own stomach to push into Silente's and freezes it there*
*shivers slightly* g-g-g-god d-d-damn gi-girl
*smiles calmly*
*with a huge effort breaks the ice encapsuling her*
*grabs her innards and runs off holding her stomach and neck closed*
*goes to her stash and pulls out a sword and scabbard*
*runs back fully healed screaming a battle cry, sword raised a over her head*
((Ohhh cutting not gutting..))
((That's a little less cruel))
Taiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaia. :) :)
I know. :) :)
And - I understood that perfectly. :) :) And thank you. :) :) Yes, that's what I feel like when you say things, sometimes. :) :) There's a few people in the world and they're kind of on my wavelength, so they say things that are the same as I say things, but obviously they're different because they're different people to me, and then it's just . . . it's incredible, really.
It's like being Blu-Tack. And most of your life you've been surrounded by carpets and laptops and Lego blocks, and then you meet someone ELSE who is Blu-Tack, and you go :O :O :O because you've never met someone else who understands how it is to be a sticky adhesive, but when you come into contact with them, you stick on them and they stick on you and so you get some of their particles, and you have grown so much by being in contact with them, even know you have gotten no bigger.
I think?
And - thank you. :) :) :) :) :)
I love the brain-origami metaphor. :) One of my favourite metaphors now. My friend was making actual origami yesterday. I still have a paper flower she gave me. It's multi-coloured. It's cool.
Thank you. :) :) Thank you. :) :) :) :)
I suppose some of Slipknot must be Vermilion Pt. 1, in a way, but. :P
And yes.
And the beginning part of that paragraph is thank-you-:)-:)-ness, and then the end part is YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY THANK YOU SMILES-ness, so. :P
Oh, idk. XD Slipknot are scary. And violent.
(I was trying to think of Slipknot songs to put on our car playlist and out of the fourteen songs on Iowa, I can only really deem six as suitable to put on so like - *facepalm* And two of those are mostly instrumental. Yeah. XD)
But thank you. :) :) :) Thank you. :) :)
And - really? O_O
And I haven't read The Little Prince, but you've quoted it before and those quotes were awesome. *nods* Like the one about how when people meet people they want to know things like how tall they are and what siblings they have and don't actually want to know about things that reflect on themselves.
And so The Little Prince is probably amazing, and even if it's totally rubbish apart from those quotes, which is unlikely, it'll still be amazing. :)
*went for dinner in the middle of that comment :P*
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@gutting/cutting: :P
It's interesting how one letter makes a difference like that... :)
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((Isn't it Taia? :3))
*creates a shield above her to block Silente's attack*
@Taia: *nods*
You know how the order of the triplets in the DNA determines the protein made, like words? DOG and GOD both use the same letters, but they mean different things.
And letters and words were used as a metaphor for the science, to teach us, like, but I think it words just as well the other way. Like . . . if the letters vary, an entirely different object is made and does not fulfil the purpose it was written for.
Sorta.
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*sweeps low at the last minute and goes for her stomach making a big gash of red*
*looks at the blood a minute*
*sweeps low at the last minute and goes for her stomach making a big gash of red*
*looks at the blood a minute*
*though
*facepalm*
*watching the blogfighting :) :) :)*
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My sister stopped reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and gave it back to me because she was too confused. XD
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*covers her body in a thin layer of ice to cover her wounds*
*shakes her head and focuses*
*runs past Chi grabbing her second dagger and putting it away*
*turns and smiles*
*spins and slices at Chi with the sword*
*the ice layer protects her*
*sends a column of ice into her so she lands on her back*
This'll hurt, quite a bit.
*kicks her in between the legs*
*curls up on her back*
*tears spring into her eyes*
*she lays on her back curled up in mute agony a while*
*finally stops crying and stands slightly hunched*
*punches Chi in the nose smiling at the loud crack*
That. Hurt.
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