Yes, they are, Silente! :) @Silente: You are perfect. Being perfect isn't being flawless, it's being perfectly you. And you're perfect, to me. :) Furthermore - if you were flawless - you can't have a flaw without a good trait. You couldn't be determined without being stubborn. So if you were flawless, you would just be . . . nothing. You would have no personality. There would be nothing in you TO flaw.
Also . . . Silente, please, please think positively. :) You know, my mum says that if you pretend you're confident you become confident, and Derek says that if you pretend you're arrogant you become arrogant, and I know firsthand that if you repeatedly tell yourself you're pathetic, you start thinking you're pathetic and suddenly you think you can't do anything. Silente, you're a wonderful person, and even if you don't think so, just tell yourself you are, and then maybe you'll start thinking you are and you can be happier. :)
((Silente, I have tried and failed to get the throne of Asgard, and yet I still try. Trying and failing is nothing, if you can improve your failures, you will go far. Think of the positive, and work your way forward.))
I'm a mess; I'm a wreck; I am perfect, And I have learned to accept All my problems and short coming, Because I'm so visceral Yet deeply inept.
@Silente: Everything that Star just said. Because she put that into words far better than I ever can.
(Also- I don't know if you read it yet, but I started writing a thing ealier, but you were gone before I got there. So I emailed it to you, because I wasn't sure if you'd see it or not if I just commented it anyway. But it's basically just some of what Star said except written much worse, soooo... :P )
And I don't know what's going on, but regarding "I'm not perfect": Seeing-as is a philosophical concept often associating with Ludwig Wittgenstein, and it is a concept which claims seeing to be an interpretative act. I'm sure you're familiar with the illustration of a bunny, which also happens to be a duck? If you're not, search for "Ludwig Wittgenstein seeing as" on google images, I'm sure it will rear its head. Anyway: in this image, some people see the rabbit, others see the duck. Less people see both straight away. Perhaps it becomes obvious after being pointed out, I don't know (I saw them both instantly). But my point here is simple: not only is it true that each one of us will see different things, but it is also possible for us to be ignorant to our own vices and virtues. What we see is dependent upon our mind and what has been forced into it, how we've been brought up, expectations and many other things, so, here, my point is simple: you can see what you see and believe what you will, but, from where I am standing, I see things people claim to be vices as incredible virtues and I see the perfection in your being. You may not see it, but it does not mean to say it isn't there; seeing is an interpretative act, and sometimes you can't see what I'm seeing and vice versa. I'm sorry that you cannot see what I can see - it's very beautiful, over here.
But TAIA, you can write things much BETTER than me! :O
@Silente: Okay. I love the person you are simply for beign the person they are, even if they're not sure who they are and they're not very good at being who they are. That uncertainty if part of who they are, and I love it with the rest of them. If you were fully who you are, you wouldn't be fully who you are. . . . Oh my gosh that's so confusing and complex and interesting I love it. :O
Also - you know, we have these assemblies at school that tell us that we can do anything if we try hard enough. You get them? And they tell us about growth and fixed mindsets. Most of the great people in life, those who have achieved - they have a growth mindset, and when they come across things they can't do, they see it as a challenge and they try really hard to do it. And they don't give up. And fixed minsets are just where you give up and you can't do it. And basically, they explain to us in an articulate scientific way that we need to not give up because otherwise we wont' get anywhere in life, and that practise is the key to everything, and that we should try, try and try again. When they say it, it makes more sense, sorry. :P Last assembly like that we had, which involves our head of school demonstrating his juggling abilities and going on about football, we were told that when we thought "I can't do it", we had to change it to "I can't do it yet." Like my head of school. When he was a kid he did a lot of the same things as his older brother, and his older brother, being older, was always better at him at everything. So my head of school decided he would learn how to juggle, so he spent hours and hours in his bedroom teaching himself to juggle, and has anyone here ever tried to learn how to juggle? It's very frustrating and annoying and you think it's too hard, you can't be bothered, and you won't ever do it. But my head of school learnt, and then one day he challenged his older brother to see which of them could juggle the best, and his brother just kind of failed and my head of school was just standing there juggling. And then his older brother tried to learn, but he didn't have the patience, so my head of school can still juggle better than him. The assembly we had about this topic before that one, we were shown this video of this baby trying to stand up on its own. And this baby kept on falling over, again and again and again and again and again and again. Any normal human being would have got bored and thought "I'll try again tomorrow" after the first twenty times or so, but no. And, everytually, this baby stood up. *shrugs* And they told us to remember that baby, and that whenever we wanted to give up, we should be like that baby and keep trying and keep trying and keep trying and keep trying.
*short-comings (*frowns* I don't like typoing lyrics. It makes them feel wrong and then they don't mean the same thing, kind of. :P)
@Silente: If you weren't perfectly you, you wouldn't exist, though. It's like having a pen that looks like it will be one colour but turns out to be another. Okay, it's not perfect at being a black pen, which is what it LOOKED like, but it is perfect at being a sort of murky blue pen, which is what it IS. Except that's a horrible example, but my brain's not... um. Hang on. There's a couple of quotations from an architect that I found and really loved when I was looking for a particular Justin Pierre quotation about being comfortable with being uncomfortable. This architect, Eric Owen Moss, he said two things I wrote down. "I'm not saying it's great to make mistakes, but the possibility of things going wrong is interesting." And also, 'The key to experimentation is that it might fail; This is diametrically opposed to the purpose of building, which can't fail.'
And even though the context is different, don't the same rules apply? Maybe flaws do not sound nice, no, but the outcomes - direct or indirect - that they can have are not always negative. You can fail, you can make mistakes. But you're always you. However different you feel or act or become, you are always you. And you can't not be you. You can't FAIL at being you. And so you must be perfect at being you.
I don't think I've conducted this very well, and it may make no sense whatsoever.
And I'm not sure where I was going after this, either.
Sorry, so tired... Struggling to keep my eyes open...
Star - *hugs* Thank you. For being you, I mean. For refusing to let beautiful phrases and notions die, for being the bubbliest person on this blog even when everyone else is as sharp as a razor, for truly being a Star; guiding the way when the sun and the moon swap around and the world is dark. Thank you for being you. You're ace.
*hugs Mushroom tightly* Thank you . . . :) :) :) *hugs* Thank you. :) See? You're awesome. And even when I think I've reminded myself how awesome you are, you still keep suprising me. :P
@Taia: That's a brilliant metaphor. And those are great quotes. :)
@Mushroom: I STILL SHIP TADRA TOOOOOOOO D: THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT HURTTTTTTTTTT Aladra
but
Tadra
D: D: D:
BECAUSE WE LOVE ALADRA AND WE LOEV TADRA AND WE LOVE NICCOLO AS WELL AND :/ I ship Aladra more than I ship Tadra now though . . . Trip let us down. :/
(I'm going to bed I'm so sorry I'm just in a terrible mood and pretending I'm not hurts even more. Night guys, I love you all<3)
((Oh, in case nobody told you today: -good morning -you're beautiful/handsome -I love you. -I'm glad you're alive -Thank you for being you -Sleep well tonight))
My favourite metaphor like that is that everyone is a story. Every is book with pages that will eventually grow old and creak with age. But the thing about books is that you can only ever see what's written on the page you have open. Now others, they can see the plot lines. The climaxes and the milestones to overcome. They can see the journey that will unfold on each page. But you can't see any further in your own story than the page which is open now. You can't skip forward and discover the spoilers of your own life. This means that sometimes the page you're stuck on is shitty, and nothing looks good. But from everyone else's perspective - from the people that can see your story with true clarity because they can see the impending happiness - they know that this isn't it. This isn't everything because you still have so much more ahead of you.
I know this won't help much, but I hope it's something at least :) *hugs* Everyone here cares about you so much, don't forget that.
@Silente: That's fine - I didn't write it for a reply. *nods* :)
@Luci: You are really, really amazing. *sticks the duck/rabbit into her head for linkage* *but only because I won't be able to memorize that entire comment*
Also, what Star said about thinking positively... I always agree with that. I have a paper crane with the quotation "I'm a mess; I'm a wreck; I am perfect." And it's interesting because depending on which way you look at it, you can only see any one of those three phrases. But all three are present. I don't know. But I keep that lyric with me. And I learned that even if I fuck up and make a complete screw up of anything/everything, I learned that that's okay. And I learned that I'm okay. I still make a mess of things, but it's not as bad, because I know how to deal with things in a way that works for me. And I find myself thinking 'I love me' way more often than 'I hate me', now.
My mum's always late for everything, and now it's kind of standing joke between her and the people she works with, and "Don't worry, we always get there in the end" has kind of become their catchphrase. XD
*maybe going NOW*
*actually, I might wait until the end of this album and sit here playing Plague*
I love that game so much :3 I always give the plague names like Hope, Socialism, Capitalism, Communism, etc. Or even a friend's name. Because then, when you win, it's always like "Hope (or whatever) successfully eliminated all life on Earth" and it always makes me chuckle :P
@Taia: It's a game for Android. :) The Apple version's called Infection . . . You basically name a disease and try to wipe out all human life n earth with it. XD
((Fine. I'll probably be distant, though. And as usual, I won't warn you before I leave.))
*holds her closely, kissing her hair*
Aretha: *is in the forest, her skin glistening slightly with sweat as she incessantly pounds roundkicks into a pad she's tied to a tree* *scattered bruises run from her knuckles to her shoulders, exposed by her sleeveless shirt, though her cargo pants hide those on her legs* *an alarm goes off on her cell phone, and she resets it, shifting her right leg forward to kick with her left*
@Star: Oh, cool. *writes that down to remember it*
*hugs Adrawr back* :) Aladra. (But- Tadra. D: )
@Star: *laughs* A friend was playing one of those the other day, too. Or, the other week. ... *has absolutely no idea how long ago that was* *like, a month?* *or two weeks?* *O_O*
Aretha: *whirls around, deep in her fighting stance, her hands almost completely covering her face* *until she realizes who it is, and then screeches lightly, leaping forward to hug him* *it only takes a few seconds for her to recover her breath from the strikes* Ohmygosh, Loki- Loki- I'm so sorry nobody told you and Thor is so arrogant and you're not a monster. *continues to hug him* *a few moments later* Also, thank you. A lot.
*laughs* You do not know what I am thinking, Valencia. I do not know what I even feel. I learned one thing from you, and that is not all Midgardians are mortal.
*quietly* And I, you, my darling. *lightly kisses her forehead, and slips into her dreams, keeping the nightmares away*
Aretha: Oh. Wow. I did not know I was famous. I mean- especially not by your standards. *looks between the two of them, and breaks into a grin* I ship it. *an alarm goes off on her phone again, and she moves to silence it* Sorry- I'm not exactly presentable... *shrugs lightly, turning back to Valencia* I didn't catch your name...?
Aretha: Um, if you don't mind the interruption- on the subject of death- I think it's true that sometimes, as much as you want to, you just can't stop it, and when that happens it just crushes you and it's so awful and final and horrible. But the trick is to constantly appreciate each other, and to try your hardest not to die. And if all else fails, people hardly ever stay dead around here, anyway. Your name is really cool, by the way. Are you new here?
DARN YOU, LANDY. DARN YOU. SOME people's parents want to know what exactly their daughter is signing up for before she gives away her date of birth and given name. And it doesn't really help that the child in question has no idea what the fudge this is. GRRRR.
Aretha: Oh- you're not much older than I am. Neat. *offers an apologetic smile* Just knowing this community, I would've guessed a lot older than that. ...I don't know what you're planning, Loki, but I'm hoping it's not world domination...?
Aretha: Loki... *sighs* I- okay. Just- keep in mind that ruling a planet isn't going to fulfill you as a person. It's like when people take on jobs they hate to make money. But the problem is once they have the money, they're stuck with a job they hate, so it doesn't really do much for them. The only way to really live a full, satisfying life is to be content within yourself. And if you're not, you could take over the whole universe and still not feel any better.
Actually, I might need to go stretch. I'll be back in a moment. *Nods to Aretha, then squeezes Loki's hand, then disappears in the woods* *Waits until she's far enough away before taking a running start, then taking off, snapping her wings open*
((Aretha: If you can reach me. I'm quite well versed in self defense, so sticks and scepters of any kind are rarely a problem for me. You can try, though, and we'll see what happens.))
Aretha: *sweeps it aside with an arm, and lunges towards him, trapping his arm against her body and kneeing between her legs as she moves in* *presses her forearm into his throat, holding his shoulder tightly* I don't take kindly to mind control.
Aretha: *considers for just over a second* *pushes Loki rather forcefully away, taking Valencia's hand and darting back a few steps as she holds it, her free hand defensively by her face, her weight dropped barely less than it typically is in her fighting stance*
Aretha: *gasps as she's lifted off the ground, and her face lights up as they fly away* Oh my gosh, this is awesome! *laughs lightly for a few moments, staring at the ground, before she regains her composure* Thank you for that.
It's no problem, Aretha. *Reaches down and grasps her other hand, to hold her better* *Flies over a heavy forested area, until she reaches a charming cottage by a small lake, and drops Aretha when they're about three feet above the ground, and then goes to crash hard into the dirt, her wings flapping wildly*
*Lifts her head up* I'm fine- carrying people is just exhausting. My wings were made to accommodate my weight, not that of mine and another's.. *Frowns, touching the ridge of one of her wings, which is bleeding softly* *Focuses on healing it* I'll be fine.
Aretha: *feels another small pang of regret* I see. Is there anything I can do for you? I really can't thank you enough- you barely know me, and seem to like him quite a bit, so- ... Just, thank you. And if I can ever return the favor, in any way, let me know. It means a lot to me, to be in control of myself. And it was very kind of you to help me.
*Waves Aretha off* It's no problem, Aretha. *Nods to the house* There's enough in there to get you through a solid three months, so you don't have to worry about anything.
*She sits down on a tree stump, letting her wings hand down by her sides, like dead weight* I'll rest here for a few more minutes, then I must head back to face him.
How are you feeling, Sir? Isn't it getting rather late?
*To Aretha* Verbally. I'm sure he isn't happy that I don't trust him not to hurt people. Despite the fact that he's controlled the minds of many here already, of course. *Shakes her head* It is no matter to you, Aretha. You should go inside, and see if there isn't a friend who can come and stay with you.
To be entirely frank, Ms. Devoid, I do not feel well at all, but that has nothing to do with the hour, and more to do with the unfortunate and unhealthy loss in weight due to the recent diagnosis.
Thank you for your concern, but I doubt that sleep would help. I suspect that the cause is extreme stress, and I find few things less stressful than a quiet evening in Blogland.
Aretha: Well, it sort of is a matter to me, because he has at least one of my friends, and you are now also my friend. But I don't like to press people, and I know we're still pretty much strangers. Did you want me to wait here so we could chat later, or something?
No, you don't have to wait for me. *She stands up from sitting on her log* I just need to rest. Good evening. *Goes a short distance from the house, but not too far that she still can't see it, and sits on the ground, and unscrews her leg, setting it down* *Cries out softly at the sharp pain that runs through the center of her stump as she pulls the leg off- it was always painfully sore at the end of a day* *Rubs the skin at the edge of her stump, soothing it, and lets her wings lay out haphazardly around her, seemingly broken*
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@Taia I am far from perfect. And maybe I'm not perfect, at least I'm working on it.
You could sleep, if you wanted. Or I could lend you some energy, but I don't know that you'd accept it...?
@Silente: Depends on your definition of perfect.
But, the best of luck with it, all the same. :) ^^
msd
*Grins behind the kiss* *Runs her fingers down his arms, kissing him deeply*
Yes, they are, Silente! :)
@Silente: You are perfect.
Being perfect isn't being flawless, it's being perfectly you.
And you're perfect, to me. :)
Furthermore -
if you were flawless -
you can't have a flaw without a good trait. You couldn't be determined without being stubborn.
So if you were flawless, you would just be . . . nothing. You would have no personality.
There would be nothing in you TO flaw.
Also . . .
Silente, please, please think positively. :)
You know, my mum says that if you pretend you're confident you become confident, and Derek says that if you pretend you're arrogant you become arrogant, and I know firsthand that if you repeatedly tell yourself you're pathetic, you start thinking you're pathetic and suddenly you think you can't do anything.
Silente, you're a wonderful person, and even if you don't think so, just tell yourself you are, and then maybe you'll start thinking you are and you can be happier. :)
Of course not, Alastair. *Kisses his nose gently*
*deepens with her kissing, focused on her only*
1) but I'm not even perfectly me. Me isn't perfect and I'm not perfectly me.
2)I try. And I fail.
((Silente, I have tried and failed to get the throne of Asgard, and yet I still try. Trying and failing is nothing, if you can improve your failures, you will go far. Think of the positive, and work your way forward.))
*Grins, and pecks him once more as her phone rings* *Glances down at the bright screen, and sighs* I'm sorry, I have to go. Work calls.
Go on, I will still be here. I have my own plans to form, while I wait.
I'm a mess;
I'm a wreck;
I am perfect,
And I have learned to accept
All my problems and short coming,
Because I'm so visceral
Yet deeply inept.
@Silente: Everything that Star just said. Because she put that into words far better than I ever can.
(Also- I don't know if you read it yet, but I started writing a thing ealier, but you were gone before I got there. So I emailed it to you, because I wasn't sure if you'd see it or not if I just commented it anyway. But it's basically just some of what Star said except written much worse, soooo... :P )
Alright. *She smiles, kissing him lightly before she shakes her wings free, and dives through the waterfall, and soars through the air*
(I read it Taia. I just couldn't think of a reply.)
*watches her go, and smiles* Beautiful girl.
*kisses her forehead, pulling her closer to hug her*
Star, are you stealing my words again?
And I don't know what's going on, but regarding "I'm not perfect":
Seeing-as is a philosophical concept often associating with Ludwig Wittgenstein, and it is a concept which claims seeing to be an interpretative act. I'm sure you're familiar with the illustration of a bunny, which also happens to be a duck? If you're not, search for "Ludwig Wittgenstein seeing as" on google images, I'm sure it will rear its head.
Anyway: in this image, some people see the rabbit, others see the duck. Less people see both straight away. Perhaps it becomes obvious after being pointed out, I don't know (I saw them both instantly). But my point here is simple: not only is it true that each one of us will see different things, but it is also possible for us to be ignorant to our own vices and virtues. What we see is dependent upon our mind and what has been forced into it, how we've been brought up, expectations and many other things, so, here, my point is simple: you can see what you see and believe what you will, but, from where I am standing, I see things people claim to be vices as incredible virtues and I see the perfection in your being. You may not see it, but it does not mean to say it isn't there; seeing is an interpretative act, and sometimes you can't see what I'm seeing and vice versa. I'm sorry that you cannot see what I can see - it's very beautiful, over here.
But TAIA, you can write things much BETTER than me! :O
@Silente: Okay.
I love the person you are simply for beign the person they are, even if they're not sure who they are and they're not very good at being who they are. That uncertainty if part of who they are, and I love it with the rest of them. If you were fully who you are, you wouldn't be fully who you are.
. . .
Oh my gosh that's so confusing and complex and interesting I love it. :O
Also -
you know, we have these assemblies at school that tell us that we can do anything if we try hard enough. You get them? And they tell us about growth and fixed mindsets. Most of the great people in life, those who have achieved - they have a growth mindset, and when they come across things they can't do, they see it as a challenge and they try really hard to do it. And they don't give up.
And fixed minsets are just where you give up and you can't do it.
And basically, they explain to us in an articulate scientific way that we need to not give up because otherwise we wont' get anywhere in life, and that practise is the key to everything, and that we should try, try and try again. When they say it, it makes more sense, sorry. :P
Last assembly like that we had, which involves our head of school demonstrating his juggling abilities and going on about football, we were told that when we thought "I can't do it", we had to change it to "I can't do it yet."
Like my head of school. When he was a kid he did a lot of the same things as his older brother, and his older brother, being older, was always better at him at everything. So my head of school decided he would learn how to juggle, so he spent hours and hours in his bedroom teaching himself to juggle, and has anyone here ever tried to learn how to juggle? It's very frustrating and annoying and you think it's too hard, you can't be bothered, and you won't ever do it. But my head of school learnt, and then one day he challenged his older brother to see which of them could juggle the best, and his brother just kind of failed and my head of school was just standing there juggling. And then his older brother tried to learn, but he didn't have the patience, so my head of school can still juggle better than him.
The assembly we had about this topic before that one, we were shown this video of this baby trying to stand up on its own. And this baby kept on falling over, again and again and again and again and again and again. Any normal human being would have got bored and thought "I'll try again tomorrow" after the first twenty times or so, but no. And, everytually, this baby stood up.
*shrugs*
And they told us to remember that baby, and that whenever we wanted to give up, we should be like that baby and keep trying and keep trying and keep trying and keep trying.
@Mushroom: . . .
Woah. :O
You see, this is WHY I steal your words.
This is also why you were one of the people I voted for 'Most Quotable'. :)
(not saying which person was where in my order, sorry - mostly because I can't remember, but :P)
*hugs everyone*
-
*She leans against Alastair, and kisses his neck*
*short-comings
(*frowns* I don't like typoing lyrics. It makes them feel wrong and then they don't mean the same thing, kind of. :P)
@Silente: If you weren't perfectly you, you wouldn't exist, though.
It's like having a pen that looks like it will be one colour but turns out to be another. Okay, it's not perfect at being a black pen, which is what it LOOKED like, but it is perfect at being a sort of murky blue pen, which is what it IS.
Except that's a horrible example, but my brain's not... um. Hang on.
There's a couple of quotations from an architect that I found and really loved when I was looking for a particular Justin Pierre quotation about being comfortable with being uncomfortable.
This architect, Eric Owen Moss, he said two things I wrote down.
"I'm not saying it's great to make mistakes, but the possibility of things going wrong is interesting."
And also, 'The key to experimentation is that it might fail; This is diametrically opposed to the purpose of building, which can't fail.'
And even though the context is different, don't the same rules apply?
Maybe flaws do not sound nice, no, but the outcomes - direct or indirect - that they can have are not always negative.
You can fail, you can make mistakes. But you're always you. However different you feel or act or become, you are always you. And you can't not be you. You can't FAIL at being you.
And so you must be perfect at being you.
I don't think I've conducted this very well, and it may make no sense whatsoever.
And I'm not sure where I was going after this, either.
I think I'm going to take a pause, now. :P
Associated*
Sorry, so tired... Struggling to keep my eyes open...
Star - *hugs* Thank you. For being you, I mean. For refusing to let beautiful phrases and notions die, for being the bubbliest person on this blog even when everyone else is as sharp as a razor, for truly being a Star; guiding the way when the sun and the moon swap around and the world is dark. Thank you for being you. You're ace.
*kisses her hair* I love you, Adra.
I know.
*Pauses* Should... Should we go home?
*reads all the really long comments*
*sighs* kay then gu-
*gets distracted by an advert with a cool octopus playing 4 games of table tennis in it* *forgets completely what she was going to say* *well it.*
Thanks for caring so much guys.
Istillshiptadratooidontevencareokay.
Butialsoshipaladrasoihavemyownshippingwarsbecausewhynot
(*hugs Silente*)
xD
Lu.
"Aladra
but
Tadra"
IT WAS SO PAINFUL FOR A WHILE THAT MANY MANY MANY PEOPLE WERE CRYING. INCLUDING ALASTAIR.
TEARS MANY
If you'd like to, darling.
Yeah.. That would be nice. I'd like to lay down and snuggle and such.
*hugs Mushroom tightly* Thank you . . . :) :) :) *hugs* Thank you. :)
See? You're awesome.
And even when I think I've reminded myself how awesome you are, you still keep suprising me. :P
@Taia: That's a brilliant metaphor. And those are great quotes. :)
@Mushroom: I STILL SHIP TADRA TOOOOOOOO D:
THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT HURTTTTTTTTTT
Aladra
but
Tadra
D: D: D:
BECAUSE WE LOVE ALADRA AND WE LOEV TADRA AND WE LOVE NICCOLO AS WELL AND :/
I ship Aladra more than I ship Tadra now though . . . Trip let us down. :/
BUT I STILL SHIP TADRA TOO
:/
GUYS
THIS IS PAINFUL
THIS HURTS
I gtg guys. Sorry. But I should sleep.
Night, Silente!
*has just allowed myself to become a prime example of what Adra was referring to in her comment*
*well then :P*
Also, it's taken me about five hours to do this simple task because the internet has been distracting me so much. :P Ah, Fridays . . .
Yeah, Star :P
*Cuddles*
(I'm going to bed I'm so sorry I'm just in a terrible mood and pretending I'm not hurts even more. Night guys, I love you all<3)
((Oh, in case nobody told you today:
-good morning
-you're beautiful/handsome
-I love you.
-I'm glad you're alive
-Thank you for being you
-Sleep well tonight))
The telephone's ringing. O_O
What the fuck.
It's ten past eleven . . . !
*hugs Mushroom* :) I love you . . . Sorry. :/ Have a nice sleep. :)
Sorry I'm so late on this!
But I was ghosting and thought I's type this out.
Luce is exactly write, Silente :)
My favourite metaphor like that is that everyone is a story. Every is book with pages that will eventually grow old and creak with age. But the thing about books is that you can only ever see what's written on the page you have open.
Now others, they can see the plot lines. The climaxes and the milestones to overcome. They can see the journey that will unfold on each page.
But you can't see any further in your own story than the page which is open now. You can't skip forward and discover the spoilers of your own life.
This means that sometimes the page you're stuck on is shitty, and nothing looks good.
But from everyone else's perspective - from the people that can see your story with true clarity because they can see the impending happiness - they know that this isn't it. This isn't everything because you still have so much more ahead of you.
I know this won't help much, but I hope it's something at least :)
*hugs*
Everyone here cares about you so much, don't forget that.
@Silente: That's fine - I didn't write it for a reply. *nods* :)
@Luci: You are really, really amazing.
*sticks the duck/rabbit into her head for linkage*
*but only because I won't be able to memorize that entire comment*
Also, what Star said about thinking positively...
I always agree with that.
I have a paper crane with the quotation "I'm a mess; I'm a wreck; I am perfect."
And it's interesting because depending on which way you look at it, you can only see any one of those three phrases.
But all three are present.
I don't know.
But I keep that lyric with me.
And I learned that even if I fuck up and make a complete screw up of anything/everything, I learned that that's okay.
And I learned that I'm okay.
I still make a mess of things, but it's not as bad, because I know how to deal with things in a way that works for me.
And I find myself thinking 'I love me' way more often than 'I hate me', now.
GOod nighttttt Lu
I'm probably also going to sleep . . . it's hard to do the activity I'm doing by the light of a laptop. :/
Fours! :(
I'd*
right*
God, proofcheck much, Flora?
*facepalms*
Alright. *teleports them to Aretha's house*
*hugs Taia* :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
@Flora: That's a really good metaphor . . . :O
*stores in head*
*NOW goes, maybe*
Ahh boo, I was already too late and Silente left -.-
Goddarn.
And now Luce and Star are going!
I'm always so late for everything -.-
Night Star!!! *hugs*
-
*She curls up against him, and slips into bed*
((Alastair- are you willing to roleplay two characters? I would like to meet this Aretha.))
My mum's always late for everything, and now it's kind of standing joke between her and the people she works with, and "Don't worry, we always get there in the end" has kind of become their catchphrase. XD
*maybe going NOW*
*actually, I might wait until the end of this album and sit here playing Plague*
xD Plague...
*hugs Star*
*or Solitaire* *I like Solitaire*
(And - Alastair won't be, but Ari might. XD)
Haha, thanks Star. I've always liked that metaphor :)
And oh god, that's definitely me.
I'd be late for my own funeral if it were possible.
@Adra: Yes.
It amuses me to make Aladra kill off the world. :)
It's less fun when you're playing it on your own though . . .
*is usually doing it on the buss with my sister*
LET'S PLAY SOLITAIRE
and I mean, actually go play it now, instead of talking about it :P
I want to download a coin dozer app onto my phone.
Maybe I should do that as well.
@Flora: Some girls in PE were talking, and one of them called another late, and another one said "I was late to my own birth!"
XD
@Flora: O_O That is an INCREDIBLE metaphor.
Wow.
I /really/ like that.
*collects that into her brain, too*
"*gets distracted by an advert with a cool octopus playing 4 games of table tennis in it*"
*laughs* *hugs Silente*
Sleep well. :)
*hugs Luci*
I hope you sleep well, and are feeling much better by morning (or soon, anyway).
msd
Also, PLAGUE
I love that game so much :3
I always give the plague names like Hope, Socialism, Capitalism, Communism, etc. Or even a friend's name. Because then, when you win, it's always like "Hope (or whatever) successfully eliminated all life on Earth" and it always makes me chuckle :P
*HUGS EVERYONE IN CASE EVERYONE LEAVES*
I love coin dozer games. :)
*now has one*
*yay for new phones that can actually download stuff*
@Flora: Yay! :)
And - that's awesome. XD XD XD XD
I want to do that . . .
My plague's called 'Aladra', though. XD It rocks.
(Prior to that, it was 'Osmosis'. XD)
@Star: Haha, that's brilliant :P
@Taia: Aww, I'm glad you like it so much! :)
*hugs Adra*
I'm not leaving on anything. I just wanted a hug :)
Also, I second Taia: I hope you feel better tomorrow Luce! (Just in case you're still ghosting)
You can always text me if you need me :)
*hugs Star back* :) :) :)
*hugs Adra back* *tries not to yawn* I may have to take up on that soon. :P
*whispers* What is Plague?
@Flora: That's great xD
@Star: xD
But Aladra is kick ass....
AND SAD AS FUCK.
:P
*hugs Taiarawr*
@Taia: It's a game for Android. :) The Apple version's called Infection . . .
You basically name a disease and try to wipe out all human life n earth with it. XD
@Adra: I KNOW :O
*only just remembered that I'm actually meant to be winning the prize things instead of just knocking coins off the edge*
Oh yeah . . .
((Fine. I'll probably be distant, though. And as usual, I won't warn you before I leave.))
*holds her closely, kissing her hair*
Aretha: *is in the forest, her skin glistening slightly with sweat as she incessantly pounds roundkicks into a pad she's tied to a tree* *scattered bruises run from her knuckles to her shoulders, exposed by her sleeveless shirt, though her cargo pants hide those on her legs* *an alarm goes off on her cell phone, and she resets it, shifting her right leg forward to kick with her left*
Aw. :( I'm out of coins.
@Star: Oh, cool. *writes that down to remember it*
*hugs Adrawr back* :)
Aladra.
(But-
Tadra.
D: )
@Star: *laughs*
A friend was playing one of those the other day, too.
Or, the other week.
... *has absolutely no idea how long ago that was*
*like, a month?*
*or two weeks?*
*O_O*
((*Hugs Alastair*))
-
Hey... *Closes her eyes* I might rest, love. Is that alright?
@Taia: I have no perception of time either. XD
*watches Aretha, and steps out from behind her* Impressive, for a Midgardian such as yourself.
((That is fine, I will be leaving in about an hour.))
@Star: Aw. :(
Ok, I'm going, now.
*hugs all*
You all are wonderful.
*waveS*
Yeah, I might go to sleep now . . . then I can wake up tomorrow with a load more coins. XD
Fours!
Of course, darling. *curls his fingers gently in her hair, kissing her forehead* I'll watch over your dreams for you, as usual.
@Star: Well, at least we're not alone? :P
Although, being out of school probably does not help it, tbh. :P
*GONE*
OKAY THIS GAME IS SERIOUSLY ADDICTIVE
:O
*hasn't left yet*
Because you just think, just one more coin, just one more coin . . . :O
This is scary.
No wonder it's a popular arcade game. O_O
@Taia: I'm not out of school. -_-
And, yup. :)
I am BOREC
@Taia: I'm not out of school. -_-
And, yup. :)
Mmh.. Thank you. *Curls herself against him, and shuts her eyes* *Begins to mumble the words "I love you", but falls asleep*
I wonder what it is about this game that makes it so addictive . . . :O
Hello everyone! Only here for a little bit..
Valencia....*smiles*
Hello, Loki! How are you?
I am fine, Valencia. I am glad you are back.
Hello everyone!!
Hello, Calidae!
*Smiles, and brushes her fingers over his jaw* I know.
((*hugs Adra*))
Aretha: *whirls around, deep in her fighting stance, her hands almost completely covering her face* *until she realizes who it is, and then screeches lightly, leaping forward to hug him* *it only takes a few seconds for her to recover her breath from the strikes* Ohmygosh, Loki- Loki- I'm so sorry nobody told you and Thor is so arrogant and you're not a monster. *continues to hug him* *a few moments later* Also, thank you. A lot.
Does anyone know what this Theatre of Shadows thing is??
*looks stunned* What are you thanking me for? I know Thor is arrogant, but sadly he is king of Asgard.
*smiles, brushing her hair from her face* You are beautiful.
No idea, Calidae.
Hello, Aretha! *Stretches her arm out to shake hers in greeting*
Well, you've certainly have had a change I heard, dear- in less than a day, no less.
What do you mean? I finally realized there are people worth my time.
Well then, that's adorable. *Raises a singular eyebrow* I thought you said you wouldn't fall in love with me. Even further, a Midgardian.
*laughs* You do not know what I am thinking, Valencia. I do not know what I even feel. I learned one thing from you, and that is not all Midgardians are mortal.
Well, duh. Everyone here has magic! None of us are mortal!
Not everyone, but perhaps if you are like me in a sense, I can possibly fall for you.
Aretha: For the compliment. *shakes Valencia's hand, smiling brightly* Hi! I'm Aretha Tesla. It's lovely to meet you.
You're an Elder with Zafira Kerias. *smiles* So this is the famous Aretha Tesla.
Well, then. Watch yourself. I could die any day.
The pleasure is all mine, Aretha.
You will not die under my watch.
((May suddenly vanish, food.))
*Rolld her eyes, but is smiling* Whatever you say..
Do you doubt me?
Truthfully? Yes, a little bit. I believe that dying is often something that can not be controlled.
*quietly* And I, you, my darling. *lightly kisses her forehead, and slips into her dreams, keeping the nightmares away*
Aretha: Oh. Wow. I did not know I was famous. I mean- especially not by your standards. *looks between the two of them, and breaks into a grin* I ship it. *an alarm goes off on her phone again, and she moves to silence it* Sorry- I'm not exactly presentable... *shrugs lightly, turning back to Valencia* I didn't catch your name...?
Yes, but I refuse to let you die just yet.
That's adorable, Loki. *Turns to Aretha* Valencia R. Devoid.
*smiles* Oh, I know a lot about you. *decides it's safe to take Valencia's hand*
Aretha: Um, if you don't mind the interruption- on the subject of death- I think it's true that sometimes, as much as you want to, you just can't stop it, and when that happens it just crushes you and it's so awful and final and horrible. But the trick is to constantly appreciate each other, and to try your hardest not to die. And if all else fails, people hardly ever stay dead around here, anyway.
Your name is really cool, by the way. Are you new here?
DARN YOU, LANDY. DARN YOU.
SOME people's parents want to know what exactly their daughter is signing up for before she gives away her date of birth and given name. And it doesn't really help that the child in question has no idea what the fudge this is.
GRRRR.
Yeah, I am, Aretha, and apparently I have a thing with Loki now.
I did not start it, but I do not mind it.
Aretha: Yes. Apparently you do. I ship it. *smiles* You can call me Ari, if you want to. Some people do. So, what brings the two of you here?
Neither do I..
I am...doing things. Valencia found me so, Here we are.
Anthropological studies.
Aretha: Oh, cool! *feels a slight internal pang of regret* If you don't mind my asking- I won't mind if you do, or anything- how old are you?
Me? Oh no, it's alright. I'm 36. I know I look like I'm about 23, but yeah. *Bows*
*watches the conversation, watching Aretha carefully*
Does anyone know what the theatre of shadows is?
Aretha: Oh- you're not much older than I am. Neat. *offers an apologetic smile* Just knowing this community, I would've guessed a lot older than that.
...I don't know what you're planning, Loki, but I'm hoping it's not world domination...?
I don't have magic, so... Yeah. *Laughs* But I understand.
I wouldn't say world domination, but perhaps, showing humanity the light.
http://youtu.be/W5yPcxL4b5k
I'm laughing, crying, shaking, sniffling, choking and cooing at this video oh dear lord
((This may sound insane, but I am eating and the tray holding the pizza fell directly in front of me, and hit my elbow. Pizza has tried to kill me.))
Aretha: Loki... *sighs* I- okay. Just- keep in mind that ruling a planet isn't going to fulfill you as a person. It's like when people take on jobs they hate to make money. But the problem is once they have the money, they're stuck with a job they hate, so it doesn't really do much for them. The only way to really live a full, satisfying life is to be content within yourself. And if you're not, you could take over the whole universe and still not feel any better.
It was my birth right, Aretha, it will fullfill me. I should have been king, I was born to be king.
*looking at whatever the hell this is*
*shrugs and fills out the thing*
*reads the parent or guardian permission bit*
Hey mom, do I have permission to sing up to a thing Derek Landy posted on his blog?
Mom: yeah, sure
Kay.
Brother: what is it?
I don't know
*finishes the thing*
*Steals Loki's helmet*
I just googled Skulduggery Pleasant theater of shadows
Look at the text under the first thing that comes up. "I'd like to hear more from Skulduggery Pleasant"
Aretha: Well, sure, but you're missing the point. What do you even want to do with the planet once you have it?
*smiles and tries to take it back* Valencia do give it back soon.
To rule, as I should.
I don't know. Hmmm.
Excuse me while I go talk to my old friend Google
*Sighs, and puts it back*
*kisses cheek* I will be nice, you may borrow it for a little while.
Aretha: But what does it mean to you to rule it? Like, what will you do with it?
No, it's alright, dear.
Actually, I might need to go stretch. I'll be back in a moment. *Nods to Aretha, then squeezes Loki's hand, then disappears in the woods*
*Waits until she's far enough away before taking a running start, then taking off, snapping her wings open*
Whatever I must do, Aretha. I need not tell you, you are not my ally. Your Grand Mage has seen the light.
Aretha: *her eyes widen* Zaf- Zafira Kerias, you mean? *her face becomes impassive* Did you possess her, or something?
*Soars high in the sky, making circles, stretching all of her limbs*
Do you have a heart, Aretha? *smiles* Zafira is safe, I promise, she is home with her family.
Aretha: Yeah, I have a heart. Most humans do. What did you do to her? *starts to appear somewhat panicked*
How about I show you?
(May I control you, Aretha?))
((Aretha: If you can reach me. I'm quite well versed in self defense, so sticks and scepters of any kind are rarely a problem for me. You can try, though, and we'll see what happens.))
*steps closer to, and goes to poke her in the heart*
((I still am waiting on food, so if I should vanish hence why. I could most likely eat someone.))
*She swoops down, and collides with Loki* Hey! Leave her alone!
Aretha: *sweeps it aside with an arm, and lunges towards him, trapping his arm against her body and kneeing between her legs as she moves in* *presses her forearm into his throat, holding his shoulder tightly* I don't take kindly to mind control.
Aretha- *Holds out her hand* Take my hand.
Fine! Just let go of me, Aretha. And Valencia- I will not hurt her.
No offense Loki, but I'm doubting that. You're the god of mischief, I'm not an idiot.
I will not hurt her, you have my word.
Aretha: *considers for just over a second* *pushes Loki rather forcefully away, taking Valencia's hand and darting back a few steps as she holds it, her free hand defensively by her face, her weight dropped barely less than it typically is in her fighting stance*
I'm sorry, but I can't trust you.
*Takes off again quickly, hauling Aretha after her* *Doesnt return to her cave; she keeps flying into the dark*
*keeps balance and stays put* I said I will not harm her, I will not.
Aretha: *gasps as she's lifted off the ground, and her face lights up as they fly away* Oh my gosh, this is awesome! *laughs lightly for a few moments, staring at the ground, before she regains her composure* Thank you for that.
*shakes head, and walks back towards the lake* I actually liked Valencia.
It's no problem, Aretha. *Reaches down and grasps her other hand, to hold her better* *Flies over a heavy forested area, until she reaches a charming cottage by a small lake, and drops Aretha when they're about three feet above the ground, and then goes to crash hard into the dirt, her wings flapping wildly*
Aretha : *lands gracefully, then runs over to Valencia* Oh, gosh- are you ok? *offers her a hand up, looking her over for injuries*
*sits and waits, assuming Valencia will not come near me*
*Lifts her head up* I'm fine- carrying people is just exhausting. My wings were made to accommodate my weight, not that of mine and another's..
*Frowns, touching the ridge of one of her wings, which is bleeding softly* *Focuses on healing it* I'll be fine.
((Should I assume you won't come near me? I am in no mood to sit and hope.))
Probably not now, Loki.
((That, sucks. I am quite bored.))
Sorry about that, then...
Aretha: *feels another small pang of regret* I see. Is there anything I can do for you? I really can't thank you enough- you barely know me, and seem to like him quite a bit, so- ... Just, thank you. And if I can ever return the favor, in any way, let me know. It means a lot to me, to be in control of myself. And it was very kind of you to help me.
*Steps out from behind Loki*
...
Hm.
So, that's what it feels like, being on this end of the trick.
Odd.
((No matter, at least my phone is not about to die.))
*Waves Aretha off* It's no problem, Aretha. *Nods to the house* There's enough in there to get you through a solid three months, so you don't have to worry about anything.
*She sits down on a tree stump, letting her wings hand down by her sides, like dead weight* I'll rest here for a few more minutes, then I must head back to face him.
Hello, Sir. What are you doing? *turns to face him*
Hello, Sir Rein!!
Greetings.
Testing out a few things.
Alright, go for it, Sir Rein.
Have fun, Sir.
Oh, you misunderstand the meaning of my words.
Stepping out from behind Loki was, in fact, what I was testing out.
Oh!
Alright, then?
I know not what you mean, Sir.
Aretha: To face him? In what sense?
You don't have to. Honestly, the entire affair was for me, and me alone. Thank you kindly for your contribution, though.
Hmm... Okay.
How are you feeling, Sir? Isn't it getting rather late?
*To Aretha* Verbally. I'm sure he isn't happy that I don't trust him not to hurt people. Despite the fact that he's controlled the minds of many here already, of course. *Shakes her head* It is no matter to you, Aretha. You should go inside, and see if there isn't a friend who can come and stay with you.
You're welcome?
To be entirely frank, Ms. Devoid, I do not feel well at all, but that has nothing to do with the hour, and more to do with the unfortunate and unhealthy loss in weight due to the recent diagnosis.
Oh my goodness, Sir... Well, I do hope you stay as healthy as possible. Perhaps you should sleep?
*sits back and watches the lake, thinking*
Thank you for your concern, but I doubt that sleep would help. I suspect that the cause is extreme stress, and I find few things less stressful than a quiet evening in Blogland.
Is that so?
Well, is there anything I can do to help that experience come into light?
Good, we are not stressful.
Aretha: Well, it sort of is a matter to me, because he has at least one of my friends, and you are now also my friend. But I don't like to press people, and I know we're still pretty much strangers. Did you want me to wait here so we could chat later, or something?
I dedicate this page to Valencia.
...
No, Ms. Devoid, but thank you.
No, you don't have to wait for me. *She stands up from sitting on her log* I just need to rest. Good evening.
*Goes a short distance from the house, but not too far that she still can't see it, and sits on the ground, and unscrews her leg, setting it down* *Cries out softly at the sharp pain that runs through the center of her stump as she pulls the leg off- it was always painfully sore at the end of a day*
*Rubs the skin at the edge of her stump, soothing it, and lets her wings lay out haphazardly around her, seemingly broken*
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