3 d glasses

Something has begun to whisper in the back of your head. Each day it grows louder. You feel the urge to tie an orange ribbon around your wrist. You check your snapchat frequently, waiting for updates. A copy of Con Air has appeared among the box of DVDs from the library. You dare not watch it. You open your backpack and discover a bottle of Faygo, unopened, at the bottom. You’re beginning to see those zodiac posts floating around again. The beast is awakening. Those shitty 3-D glasses are staring at you from the drawer you’d put them in. You stare back. Your heart is racing. The voice in the back of your head is loud enough to make out now. Something honks outside your window. The voice is not one, but dozens of voices, reawakened from their slumber. They whisper, and you feel sick. You can hear them, chanting over and over and over again: “4/13 is coming, 4/13 is coming”.

It’s tomorrow. You are terrified. Cal’s awful yaois are behind your eyelids when you blink. You begin to say it with them.

4/13 is coming. It’s tomorrow. Homestuck is awake. Brace yourselves.

The Signs as Liminal Places
  • Aries: A rock concert bathroom, the walls are shaking from the bass.
  • Taurus: The White Castle drive-thru at night. The speaker is buzzing and no one is at the window. Your car lights aren't on anymore.
  • Gemini: Under a bridge while it's raining. The cars are rumbling overhead almost as loud as the thunder. It's not cold.
  • Cancer: The bedding section of a department store. Music doesn't make it this far, the only sound you hear is your hand running across a white duvet.
  • Leo: Your living room at four a.m. The sun is trying to rise but the mist outside is too thick. Your television is on but the sound was turned off hours ago.
  • Virgo: The first gas station on your personal road trip, a bell makes an unfamiliar ding as you walk in. There's nothing here that you need.
  • Libra: After the last movie of the night. The lights are shutting off in odd places of the theatre and you're still holding your 3-D glasses.
  • Scorpio: The door and window section at a hardware store. Old school music plays from far overhead making it muted but audible. The section checkout desk is empty.
  • Sagittarius: A small town laundry mat that should've been shut down years ago. You can hear pool balls rolling on a table as the owner plays alone.
  • Capricorn: A straight stretch on a road with no streetlights. You don't know how fast you're going and it doesn't matter-there hasn't been a soul in twenty miles.
  • Aquarius: The small airport where you catch your connecting flight. Every now and then you hear the wheels of a suitcase skate across the laminate. It's bright in the terminal but you can feel the darkness of night seeping through the glass.
  • Pisces: The brightly colored fun-center of Wal-mart. Every so many minutes a crane game begins playing on it's own.

anonymous asked:

top 10 usagi outfits? :o (i love these lists tyyyy)

Let it be known that this was NOT EASY because Usagi has the MOST ADORABLE fashion sense in the whole show but I have done my best. 

10. A comfy casual “cooking what may be my last meal on this earth” ensemble

9. Bonus points if you can find Usagi in this image.

8. Probably meant to stand for United States of America, but Usagi saw it in the store window and immediately said “IT ME” 

7. The industry standard “Wine Mom in Training” uniform

6. A FULLY CUSTOMIZED ninja outfit with a bunny appliqué and room for hairbuns which Usagi definitely spent a very long time working on before giving up and bringing it to Mako to finish

5. 3-D glasses are required to properly view this shirt

4. Suspenders to keep your pants up and your hopes up

3. Labelled for your convenience

2. Every American girl magazine cover from 1993-2001

1. ODANGO BOWS

Bonus: Bless the animators who did this

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“As he knelt patiently on the rooftops, Cyrus notched his glass-head arrow, waiting for his target to appear in his line of sight. He had received all of the information he needed for his Queen. Now, the only thing left to do, was kill the loose tie.

Inhale. Exhale.

With one swift movements,  Cyrus’s arrow had embedded itself into the mans neck. It shattered upon impact. Sending shards of glass in every direction. Cyrus grinned as he hid again behind a chimney for cover. The sound of guards scrambling for their fallen Lord and orders being yelled were the only things audible on top of the distant tavern bustling in the city below.

Cyrus slipped back into the shadows, and made his way back toward Evermeet. To Felharidul, in the castle of glass, where he would report his findings to Queen Maehdari.’’

Commission done! Cyrus Venlael, a high elf ranger trained in bow, blade, and espionage & his young dire wolf companion: Storm. Characters and lore belong to Diamond a.k.a Diamselves ;)

Solar System: Things to Know This Week

From images to virtual reality and interactive simulations, NASA offers plenty of ways to explore our solar system – and beyond – in 3-D.

1. Step One: Get the Glasses

Many of the images and interactive features require special glasses with red and blue lenses.

2. Breaking News (Virtual Reality Edition)

Big news from 40 light-years away (235 trillion miles). Our Spitzer Space Telescope revealed the first known system of seven Earth-size planets around a single star. Three of these planets are firmly located in the habitable zone, all of them have the potential for water on their surfaces.

No glasses required.

This image was created by combining two images from STEREO B (Feb. 24, 2008) taken about 12 hours apart, during which the sun’s rotation provides sufficient perspective to create a nice 3-D effect.

3. Free-Range 3-D Exploration

Our Eyes on the Solar System app allows free exploration of Earth, our Solar System and thousands of worlds discovered orbiting distant stars. And, you also can explore it all in 3-D!

Under visual controls just check 3-D, pop on your glasses and explore.

4. Your Star in 3-D

The STEREO (Solar TErrestrial RElations Observatory) mission studied the sun in 3-D with twin satellites.

5. National Parks in 3-D

The Earth-orbiting Terra satellite’s Multiangle Imaging SpectroRadiometer (MISR) instrument provides 3-D views while orbiting Earth, including some great shots of our National Parks.

6. Get in the Pilot’s Seat

Take a look inside the cockpit of our high altitude ER-2 aircraft as it descends for landing at Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii. This month, scientists used used the aircraft to collect data on coral reef health and volcanic emissions and eruptions. Flying at 65,000 feet, above 95 percent of Earth’s atmosphere, the ER-2 has a unique ability to replicate the data a future satellite could collect. Data from this mission will help in developing a planned NASA satellite mission to study natural hazards and ecosystems called Hyperspectral Infrared Imager, or HyspIRI.

7. Moon Views

The Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter creates 3-D images from orbit by taking an image of the moon from one angle on one orbit and a different angle on a separate orbit.

This stereo scene looking back at where Curiosity crossed a dune at “Dingo Gap” combines several exposures taken by the Navigation Camera (Navcam) high on the rover’s mast.

8. Martian 3D

Our Mars fleet of rovers and orbiters captures the Red Planet from all angles - often in 3-D.

9. Saturn in 3-D

The Cassini spacecraft’s mission to Saturn is well-known for its stunning images of the planet and its complex system of rings and moons. Now you can see some of them in 3-D.

10. Want More? Do It Yourself!

Put a new dimension to your vacation photos. Our Mars team created this handy how-to guide to making your own eye-popping 3-D images.

BONUS: Printer-Friendly

Why stop with images? The Ames Research Center hosts a vast collection of 3-D printable models ranging from the moon craters to spacecraft.

Discover more lists of 10 things to know about our solar system HERE.

Follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com

Me: Stop trying to make
Flannel happen it’s NOT going to happen
**YOI OFFICIAL ART OF PODIUM FAMILY***
Me: I once saw Victuuri im Flannel shirts and glasses, so I started to wear flannel shirts and glasses
FUCK

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I’m a little late for the Apollo 11 anniversary, but it’s still the Apollo 15 anniversary, so enjoy this classic Disney Adventures article about the moon landings from the November 1993 issue! The weird coloring is because this issue was intended to be read with 3-D glasses. (I was nine months old at the time and didn’t start reading DA until 2001, but I bought this issue at a used bookstore.)

Most of the facts are still true, but the reference to “a mysterious Soviet ship” on the final page probably refers to Luna 15 and illustrates how little was known in the West about the Soviet space effort before space historians were able to examine the declassified archives later in the 1990s.

At The Cinema

This is for @not-illegal-if-u-win​ (Brynn) for the ACOWAR Exchange by @squaddreamcourt​.

Hope you like it.

AO3

Masterlist.


“So,which movie are we going to watch today ?”

I asked Rhys as he opened the car door for me.I stepped out of the car,closing the door behind me.Rhys put his arm around my shoulders,locking the car also kissing my cheek,”Well,Feyre that is a surprise.”

”Come on,Rhys one hint.I see you after a month and still everything has to be a secret.”I narrowed my eyes at him but he just smiled winking at me.I rolled my eyes.

We entered the cinema where there were posters of black and white movies and I stopped in my tracks and Rhys gave me a questioning look.”Rhys,I love you but I don’t like black and white movies as much the next person does.”

“My love,who says I’m going to be watching the movie.”

I widened my eyes knowing what it meant,”W…What do you uhhh…mean?”

He pulled me close and I could feel his hot breath on my neck,tilting it to feel more of it and shuddering as heat pooled in my core,”My beautiful fiancee,I have one month of touching you to make up for.”

I let out a shaky breath and he continued,”While I want nothing more than to fuck you,”licking my parted lips,”I can settle to make out with you for an hour,54 minutes and 26 seconds.”

I felt myself blush,biting my lips,”Let’s go get tickets,something to drink and popcorn.” sounding more excited than I should.

“Why do you want these things?It’s not like you’re going to eat?”

I patted his cheek,swaying my hips,”Because prick, we’re going to make out like a bunch of highschool students and I need to breath,eat and drink to live and I know when you start kissing me there is no stopping you.”

Rhys smirks and leads me to the ticket stand.The cashier was young,a college student I assumed.The cashier greeted them and she,the cashier was eyeing Rhys a little too much.Rhys grabbed my hand,squeezing it,”I would like these two seats,”pointing to two corner seats on the last aisle on the right side. Fuck I thought.The seats where no one might see us and sucked in a breath.

“For which movie,sir?”The cashier,Karen,as her name tag said.She twirled her fingers through her blonde–dyed hair.Good God this Karen girl was blushing.Sometimes I damn God for making Rhys too fucking beautiful.I glared at her but she paid no attention me.

“The Testament of Dr.Mabuse,if you please.”

The girl handed us the tickets and scribbled something on a piece of paper,handing it to Rhys.My blood roared as I saw what was written on it.Her number.Rhys put his arm around my waist as we walked away to get some popcorn.Rhys,simultaneously threw away the piece of paper in the bin.I never considered myself the jealous type as I had grown used to women staring at him (likewise Rhys didn’t pay them any heed) but this was just-the girl was bold,I’ll give her that.

“You alright,darling?”

I nodded and he kissed the side of my forehead to assure me that I was the only one for him.His stars in the night sky,as Rhys would say.We bought a big tub of popcorn,two cokes and two bottles of water.I winked as I took a popcorn in my mouth.We walked to the hall where  the-movie-weren’t-going-to-see-because-we-were-going-to-makeout was playing.I was giddy about this and Rhys took two steps at one time and I was laughing behind him.We entered the hall where the ticket taker checked our tickets and took us to our seats.We thank him and set are food stuffs down and sat down.

Rhys wiggled his eyebrows and I stuck my tongue out at him,”Let the movie start,prick.”He pouted since we had five minutes left for the movie to start.The hall was empty and only three more people,beside us,were sitting in the front,from what I could see.I fumbled in my bag to find a chapstick,when I did,I looked at Rhys applying it slowly and puckering my lips.A low growl left his lips.

The light went of and his fingers-Cauldron his fingers traced the shape of my lip.I licked the tip of his fingers and he sucked in a breath.I turned my face towards him and whispered,”Ready ?”

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“I’m always am,darling.”

I put my arm around her shoulder,she brought her face close to mine and our lips finally touched.Her artist fingers found my hair,tugging me closer.The kiss was gentle and I moaned in her mouth because her lips tasted cinnamon because of the chapstick.I couldn’t pull her closer to the point where there was no space left between us because of the damn armrest.Feyre broke the kiss to breath and to take a sip of her coke.I pulled the armrest up,which I didn’t know could be pulled up,She gave a breathless laugh and came to straddle me.

She again attached her lips to mine,licking my lips to grant her entrance to my mouth.I opened my mouth and her tongue slid in,exploring my mouth,relishing my taste.Our tongues were fighting for dominance.Breaking the kiss,she tilted her sideways to deepen the kiss and started rolling her hips.I snarled,biting her lower lip.My hands slid under her shirt resting on her waist.
She pulled back to breath.Smiling,she stroked my stubbled cheeks,catching her breath,taking a sip or rather,drinking the whole cup of coke also stuffing her mouth with popcorn.While she was resting a bit,I took some popcorn and a sip of water.I kissed her again,this time when it broke,my lips traveled down her neck,licking it when I went up to kiss her again.I held her hips in place and the kiss was sloppy and just a clash of tongues.

Her fingers tugging at my hair,tipping my head and planted hot and wet kisses on my neck.She peppered my face with kisses.Chuckling,my hand slid under her bra,kneading her breast and she gasped.Now,both my hands were in her hair,fingers tangling themselves and once more bringing her lips down to mine.We both moaned as our tongues rolled over each other,tilting sideways,it deepened the kiss that Feyre,again started rolling her hips against mine.She smiled on my lips as she felt me,hard beneath her.She slipped her hand between us,palming me through my pants and I muttered a curse and kissed her even harder.My hand slid down her back.I groaned,breaking the kiss as her hand slid under the waistband of my pants and stroked my length with her thumb running over my tip.I decided that I needed my revenge and slid my own hand under the waistband of her shorts and through her underwear I rubbed her clit with my thumb and she moaned,deliciously,her hand leaving my pants.I gave it a few more stroke and Feyre hands were now fisted in my hair.

“Is it too early to leave?”Feyre asked.

“No,not at all.”

She gave a devious grin,grabbing all our eatables,rushing to car to go home.I over sped but thankfully no one caught us and I ravished her all night long.
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“I can’t wait to see it !”Feyre said.

I laughed we were going to watch ‘Beauty and The Beast’ one of Feyre’s and I favourite movie.It had been the last day it was running in the cinema so,it wasn’t that packed.Feyre and I got our eatables and found are seats,put on our 3-D glasses on.As soon as the lights went off,the couple in front of us,oh,no they didn’t.They couldn’t make out to a movie as beautiful as this.I mean I would understand if this was a boring movie or if they had the urge to make out,they should,in the back seat.

The movie began and they were getting louder by the minute and Feyre was short tempered,dumped our popcorn onto their heads.They turned to us and I recognized them as Tamlin and Ianthe.

“You bitch!” Ianthe whispered.

Feyre shrugged as she faced the screen and watched the movie.Tamlin sneered at me as Ianthe tried to hide her cheese filled hair.They went out of the hall as Feyre I pumped our fists together because we are and always will be…

Best friends before lovers.

One era at the movies
  • Doctor: *Gets dragged to a Laurel and Hardy film and spends the entire film trying not to let on that he finds it hilarious. Unable to hold in his laughter, his chuckling can be heard throughout the cinema*
  • Susan: *Goes to see a culturally relevant film of the 1960's and tries to make friends with a group of rockers in the foyer whilst buying a variety of sweets*
  • Barbara: *Has waited ages to see a historical drama and arrives half an hour early. Spends entire film tutting at the people in front of her talking. Tells them to 'fuck off' but only in her head*
  • Ian: *Takes Barbara on a date to see a film he's already seen and makes up an excuse to sit in the back row. Stretches his arm behind her at various intervals and nudges her excitedly every time a good bit of the film comes up*
  • Vicki: *Goes to see a high-action, fast moving 3-D blockbuster of the 21st century and claims its too slow. Spends the entire time putting popcorn in Steven's hair*
  • Steven: *Goes to see a science-fiction film and snorts at the inaccuracies of space travel. Never feels brave enough to wear the primitive 3-D glasses*
  • Katarina: *Stares at the screen in shock whilst covering her ears which are starting to bleed*
  • Sara: *Wondering why the hell she's at the movies when the Daleks are waging war across the universe*
  • Dodo: *Goes to see a Disney movie marathon dressed as Mickey Mouse. Steven sits six rows away from her*
  • Ben: *Goes with a date to see the new film 'Alfie' but has no money to buy his date any food. Feels embarrassed that she has to pay for the popcorn*
  • Polly: *Drags Ben along to see an artsy subtitled film but seriously regrets it after he starts snoring. Leaves him in there asleep afterwards*
Film School Week 1

I’ve always toyed with the idea of keeping a journal to splay out my thoughts and keep a record of the strange and often scary things that run through my head in times of stress. I’ve also heard that it could be a good way to relieve some of that stress, and as anyone that’s been in my position can attest, the first week of college is fucking stressful. 

Now, I’ve dreaded this for a long time. Not because the concept of higher education put me off, or because I secretly didn’t want to do it, or because I thought college was a waste of time. No, it’s because of the drive. I have a crippling fear of driving, which I may do another entry about later. In short, being behind a wheel makes me panic like a Spider-Man UE4 developer trapped in a room with a Marvel Executive and a lawyer. Something about driving gives me this feeling that the whole world is out to get me and every time someone goes around me because they think I’m not going fast enough or they honk at me for waiting too long to go when the light turns green all makes me want to climb out of my skin and leave this planet and go live on Mars in a hut with good wi-fi. (this isn’t stream of consciousness is it? Oh, I guess it is now.)

Anyway, the drive to school is 45 - 50 minutes long. A 10 minute drive to pick up my friend Josh from his apartment stresses me out, and as you an imagine, the drive to school is 4.5 - 5x worse than that. The first day of driving there alone came, my mother being busy with prior engagements at work and my father being lazy. I thought I’d use my GPS to get there, but google decided that instead of a straight path down the highway, I should get onto the highway, get off of it, get onto a different highway, and then eventually merge onto the one I was already on. This all being uncharted territory for me, I went along with it and added way too many extra steps to my commute. 

The first day on Monday was rather easy, being that it lasted 2 hours. Apparently the school had assigned me a schedule to go there on Mondays and Wednesdays every week, but then mysteriously altered it to Tuesdays and Thursdays without notifying me. The teacher in the first class spent the usual 2 hours rambling about safety procedures and reading from a syllabus. Though I figured something was wrong when he did the “what the fuck is everyone’s names” thing and said I didn’t appear on his class list. Class ended and I wandered to the front office to ask about it and discovered the mix up. 

This is the point where I considered something drastic and violent, because I had driven to the school one extra time than I needed to for the week and gas was expensive. I opted to make this day at least somewhat productive by making a short jaunt across campus and getting some financial aid paperwork to fill out at the main building of the school. This meant wading through the crowd of people all staring directly up at the sky with what looked like 3-D glasses from Sharkboy and Lava Girl. As much as I wanted to sit back and gawk with them at the cosmic ballet of a solar eclipse, I had things to get done. So I spent the majority of said eclipse in a waiting room as the student help desk thing ignored my request for a form that was in a basket two feet away from where the guy was fucking sitting I could just go back there and get it why do I have to wait this is fucking stupid I hate everything. Thankfully though I walked out with the form and got to see the eclipse at its peak with some of those 80s bully glasses they were handing out. 

Tuesday was boring. All we did was look through the syllabus AGAIN, but this time with a different teacher and a different set of students and it lasted the full day instead of one class. My rampant insomnia had kept me up until 3 AM the night before, which I consider impressive for myself seeing as how I saw the sunrise every day of summer. This led me to making some tweets to mock the situation and of course people immediately couldn’t tell when I was trying to be silly. I got a mixed bag of encouraging messages from fans that wanted me to succeed and several crazy people ranting about how I should get my money back and quit college because they had a bad experience with a completely different type of college in a different state. And as we all know, if someone has a bad experience or dislikes something, EVERYONE ELSE should disregard its existence forever under their advice. 

The highlight of Tuesday was a moment where I made a genuine connection with one of my teachers. He was a young guy, maybe in his early 20s, who had been editing since 2009 and graduated from the school, only to realize that he loved Post-Production enough to teach it between professional editing jobs. At one point he tried to demonstrate to a half asleep class that they should have a watchful eye for editing choices in other people’s projects to avoid their mistakes and emulate their strengths. Thus, he showed us the short film he had edited during his time in the class. It was some short that had premiered at our state’s film festival, chronicling the plight of an overworked steel-mill employee that began an unhealthy competition with him to receive a promotion and make his family proud. Then he murders his friend by pouring lava on him and making it look like a random industrial accident. The teacher began rolling through it and pointing out his own mistakes as an editor in the film. An act of humility that I found refreshing after going to high school and answering to a faculty of self absorbed assholes that became teachers to feel like they were important. He explained how he made continuity mistakes with a character placing his hand on his face in one shot, then in the next shot removing the opposite hand. Mistakes such as this drive people in the industry fucking crazy because they’re trained to look for it, but none of the students noticed the goof. Myself included. That was when he started briefly describing the scene with the lava and I derailed the whole flow of the class. 

I asked him more questions about how he did such an impressive visual effect and I genuinely feel like it made his day that I was so fascinated. He gave up on talking about the syllabus and instead talked with me about the process. Apparently they had gone out to the back of the school and placed a black felt mat behind a mannequin and then poured green paint on it. Then he rotoscoped the footage to show only the green paint, which he then digitally altered to have the texture and glow of molten steel. He then placed this footage over the actor in the scene, who simply just fell down on the set because real lava is expensive, and lined up the way it poured over the mannequin with the way it would have theoretically landed on the actor. Having seen a lot of visual effects tutorials or watching the behind the scenes videos for Dragon Ball Z abridged, I knew almost all of the terminology he had thrown my way and I kept up in the conversation rather nicely. I don’t know how the other students felt about it considering it was just them watching two guys geek out over special effects, but frankly I didn’t (and still don’t) give a shit. It was fun. This was followed by a drive home where the GPS told me to get onto the highway, then off of it, then under it, then over it, then onto it again. Suffice to say, driving was not fun that day and I got home with my hands shaking and my legs numb and my ass sore from sitting for 56 minutes. 

Thursday started with… well today is Thursday. But today started with me wanting to procrastinate getting out of bed, so against my better judgment I set my alarm clock forward an extra 20 minutes after it rang the first time. I laid in bed with my eyes closed and my heart pumping through the back of my spine at the thought of driving. I didn’t even sleep for that 20 minutes. I just waited. Thinking. Panicking. After that I took a shower for 30 minutes like an idiot. Starving African children could have eaten all that water I wasted. Then I got into the car, turned on the GPS and it said that the drive would last 55 minutes because traffic was so heavy on the highway. Class began in one hour. It offered an alternate route where I did the same bullshit gymnastics of getting off and on the highway 6 times, but I decided that I had the path memorized a certain way and I was going to stick to it. So I disregarded the antiquated GPS and just drove there from memory with about 8 minutes to spare before class started. I had a decent amount of sleep the night before and I was on time and the drive was easy. It seemed like things were off to a good start. Then things started becoming more clear. 

The teacher in my Production 1 class seemed different from other teachers in some way that I couldn’t quite place. But today in seeing him run through a Powerpoint on the basics of shot composition, the rule of thirds, shot types, etc. I figured out what was off. He wasn’t a teacher. He had no degree for it. He as just some guy who, much like everyone else teaching here, was a student with a passion for film who started passing his knowledge to a new generation. It didn’t feel like I was being talked down to, it felt like I was being talked to. It felt like he was just some nice guy, maybe even a friend, trying his damnedest to explain how this stuff works. And then I realized something funny on top of that. I already knew everything he was explaining because I had studied this stuff in my free time since I was 9 years old. I think the only new information I received that I hadn’t picked up from documentaries, books, or YouTube movie reviews, was the technical aspects of these fancy 4k cameras and special tripods they wheeled in from the back room. Sure I was as lost as everyone else when it came to the equipment, but the mechanics of shooting a scene, the methods of writing, the terminology of camera movements– all of it I already knew.

The rest of the day after felt like something new. I felt like I was somewhere I gave a shit about what I was being told. After 8 years of drifting through school and feeling bored out of my mind (as well as some unhealthy levels contempt for my middle and high school’s respective staffs) I felt something bizarre. Caring. It was stuff I thought was cool. I was being taught stuff I’d probably be trying to figure out at home anyway if I wasn’t at the school. At long last, there was a sense of purpose. 

The Post-Production class was filled with editing terminology I wasn’t familiar with like the L-Cut, the J-Cut, Picture Lock and a few others. But I knew how to DO all of these things. I had already done them in my free time on YouTube projects. I finally had names for these processes I had self taught in my last 2 years of pursuing this strange potential career path. Things were starting to make sense and once again, the post production teacher and I ended up just talking about random technical stuff while the class probably rolled their eyes. He was barely older than me by a few years and he clearly shared a lot of my opinions and favored techniques for these things. I never expected that the first friend I’d make would be one of the teachers, especially given my history with authority. 

After that in my script analysis class I think I surprised the professor. He asked a question and I answered in a way that caused him to stutter and rethink his next words. I think I inadvertently stole his thunder a little by teaching the class a bit of film history that he wanted to tell. We were discussing types of characters and their levels of effectiveness with an audience. He asked “Why do you think the anti-hero become so popular in the 70s?” and I told him “because we had just gotten through Vietnam. In times of war, morals become more gray. Soldiers sometimes have to make tough decisions and do bad things for a good cause, Vietnam especially. When good and bad started to fade together in people’s minds it became easy for that to bleed into the writing at the time and you have more characters reflecting society’s feelings.”

He seemed impressed and annoyed at the same time as he said “that’s exactly right, yes.” But he continued on and I kept quiet the rest of the class. I’m sure he had characters in mind like Paul Kersey or Alex in Clockwork Orange. The entire time I rambled my psuedo-intellectual answer, all I had in mind was the Punisher. I was worried I’d end up sounding like an obnoxious know-it-all-teacher’s-pet asshole like Peter Parker in that new cartoon if I had kept going. It still felt nice to be right for once. Instead of being the bored/depressed kid in the back of the class praying for either death or the bell to ring, I was the smart one that was engaged and smiling. In fact, I started becoming self conscious and hyper-aware of it, but all day I think I was the only that just couldn’t stop… smiling. 

The drive home was better. I had finally figured out the most simple path and I just went for it. I disregarded the GPS and its dumbshit advice. Sure I spent 25 minutes of the trip in grid-lock dead stopped traffic, but I felt in control. I felt like I was confident in my ability to find my way home. I didn’t mind how slow it went because I knew that everyone on the road was in the same boat as me. And the slower you drive, the less likely you are to fly at the windshield if you clip a concrete divider. So I sat and talked to myself on the way home, cracking jokes back and forth with the voice in my head whom I’ve affectionately named “Co-Pilot” and I had an okay time. I got home and realized that everything was going to be okay. I kind of wanted to cry. I also kind of wanted to laugh. 

It felt like all these years of worrying about the inevitability of college and the dangerous commute just came off my shoulders. I felt like a boulder was lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. Now I know why I wanted so badly to go to this place for all these years. Its where I belong. And while it will certainly get a little stressful in the coming months to meet deadlines and collaborate with other creatives, its all the kind of stress I have spent the last years growing accustomed to by doing over the internet. Its not the stress of feeling stupid because I struggled so hard in my math class. Its just the same kind of hassle I’ve had to deal with already by virtue of being an artist. Its the kind of hassled I want to deal with because I know when the final product came out, it was all worth it. Feeling dumb in math class all these years to learn something arbitrary wasn’t worth it. This all feels right. Like I’m Jerry at a daycare for other Jerrys while Rick and Morty go off on adventures. This place was made for me. So yes, an art school is fucking worth my money because I’d rather feel what I’m feeling right now than be some 19 year old working in McDonald’s during the day and feeling hollow inside because I can’t express myself creatively. I hate that shit. 

This isn’t going to be easy, and there might be parts of it that suck. There might be parts of it that drive me to tears and anger, but it’s worth it. I finally found a place where I belong and that I love. Love isn’t easy. Its a lot of tiny problems to solve one by one to make a thing work in the long term. That’s okay. I’m prepared for that and there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing. For just once. I’m feeling okay. And that feels kind of amazing.

anonymous asked:

Supercat - 49! xo

The prompt: Safety first!  What are you, FIVE?     – thank you so much Anon!  Sorry it took so long…also posted on AO3…

“Can we go to the kid’s wing now?  The exhibits aren’t all that exciting, but some of the hands-on experiments are kinda fun,” Carter asked the three adults with him, almost hopping up and down with anticipation.

“Lead on, Bill Nye,” Alex teased her fellow science bro, matching the boy practically her own height stride for stride down the wide hallway, dodging groups of families and adults.

This sunny fall Saturday afternoon found Carter with his mother, his mother’s girlfriend, and his mother’s girlfriend’s sister traipsing around the enormous National City Science Center.  It had taken several weeks of wrangling all four of their schedules - CatCo, DEO, and hero for the adults, and Carter’s custody & school arrangements - before a suitable date had been found.  

When Carter came home a month ago with the highest score in his grade on his midterm, Cat declared that most excellent, and asked what he wanted (within reason) as a reward for his hard work.

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