i am not making any of this up

discontinuedbirthdayparties  asked:

Within five minutes I am in love with your Luresong AU! It's all so... PRETTY!!! And just really, really awesome. Is there any way I could follow it to get updates, or should I just follow you and set up notifications on my phone?

Thank you!! QuQ I’m don’t think theres a way to follow only it on tumblr or twitter but a few people have requested I put it on Tapas, which considering the length I plan on making it, I think I’m going to after the next update. I’ll make a post when I do since following on there will be a lot easier to follow/read

Long Exposure Trans Hcs

(this was bound to happen)

Note: I am not the word of God or anything. These are my personal hcs that I like to think about! If your hcs differ that’s fine, everyone has their own hcs and honestly I love all and any trans hc! Again, this is just for fun and my own little list.

(Also yes, I’m aware some of these characters Wouldn’t be trans but hey, this is all in good fun and it doesn’t many any of em less of an asshole)

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anonymous asked:

I'm a new fan and there's a part of me that thinks that I should support the Golden Knights because they are a new team that needs fans and I am a new fan that needs a team. Also the sheer gutzpo of playing ice hockey in the middle of a desert is something that as an Australian I feel like I have to support. But then I'm not sure if the Golden Knights are really the team I want to support but I don't know any of the others well enough to make a choice.

Hey, I feel you. I’m a ‘love everyone equally’ kinda gal, and Vegas is a bit of a ‘ready player one’  kinda team. You can start from scratch and get invested without knowing absolutely everything about a franchise. 

Also, I am in LOVE with their social media department. I’ll main the Avs and runner-up the Knights.

izzy18  asked:

I've been stressing so much about popcon bc it's my first con and I feel like I'm gonna end up making myself look dumb. I literally just had a thought like "what if I just face plant on the ground from tripping over something." I legit imagined myself just laying face down with my arms down and just letting out a huge sigh and "ughhh." Why am I like this? Like I know that probably won't happen but I'm so clumsy that if it did happen I wouldn't be surprised. CAN MY BRIAN JUST STOP FOR A SECOND

If it makes you feel any better, all of us content creators have that same fear, so you’re not alone!

🌟BOOM NEWS UPDATE 🌟

Big news from my side– before that, lets do a quick update…

🍓working as quickly with questions as possible, i hope to be done tomorrow (most not all)
🍓questions close TODAY at midnight
🍓my energy is bouncing up and down with how i am using it, forgive me.

Ok now with that outt of the way some serious stuff.

🌊my mom is going in for surgery tomorrow
🌊i will be at the hospital with her
🌊she has recovery time, even though my foot us messed up i will be helping her.
🌊i am guna be stressed since my mom is high risked and it scares me she has to go back into surgery.
🌊if i am not posting at a normal rate this is why
🌊my mom is my rock, i come from a single parent home and she has been the only constant in my life.
🌊if i seem jumpy or on edge, that is why.

Blessings to you and yours

anonymous asked:

Kellie how have you lost 20lbs? I've been working hard and trying to eat right but I don't feel like I'm making any progress, tips?

tbh i dont know? i mean its been over 2 months. it took me a while to get into the routine i am in now. but i go to the gym 4 days a week. i burn about 600 calories each time. so 2400 a week. i gave up all drinks but water which worked out so well even though im not a huge fan cause i save alot of money and cut back on those calories. i dont snack anymore. like at all. i treat myself maybe once every other week. i cut back on my portions of food. i eat salad everyday for lunch. i feel like thats the major things ive been doing. literally nothing special idk how its happening but im thankful

this is my art blog where i will draw what i want regardless of whether or not someone thinks i’m “"fetishizing”“ a person’s race for finding said person attractive. i do not fetishize daveed or african americans in any way. yes, he’s hot!! that’s a given. i would never walk up to him and call him daddy and as a matter of fact i never have called him that lmfao?? if you don’t like what i draw and/or want to antagonize me over fucking nothing PLEASE block me and stop wasting your time because i am not going to alter what i make and do based on a fucking stupid assumption. i refuse to make this blog a cesspool of hate and racism. I have not brought up race at all BECAUSE I AM NOT TRYING TO POINT IT OUT OR FETISHIZE THE RACE. you can sit and call me “fan” and “little white girl” and, this ones golden, “a little 12 year old”, but can’t provide a shred of proof or reasoning behind accusing me of something that would PROBABLY BE PRETTY OBVIOUS

HAD I ACTUALLY DONE IT

🔔🚨🚨⚠️Holy SHIT!! news flash!! ⚠️🚨🚨🔔there is a difference between fetishizing a race and finding a human of another race attractive!!! wow!

-i find a person attractive who just so happens to be black

-the only person(s) who made it about race whatsoever are the anons who felt the need to bring it up.

i shouldn’t even be trying to form an answer to the pure shit and babble that has been spewed at me. i won’t be responding to anything else i receive related to this because it’s complete bullshit that someone felt necessary to pull out of their ass and lay in front of me. fuck off.

Ezra “Chick Peas” Fitz is Charles the Great?

“I have a masters degree in American Literature. There’s nothing I can’t handle.” - Ezra Fitz, Pretty Little Liars Ep. 7x19

After 7 long years, our beloved Pretty Little Liars is finally coming to an end in just one day, can you believe it?!  After investing so much time and effort into this show I really needed the “Who is Charles” mystery solved before the finale airs because it has been driving me crazy and I won’t be surprised if I end up in Radley next to Mona after the show ends.

Originally posted by heydollface143

So, after a thousand red herrings and a million characters to sift through, I need this mystery to not only be solved but to make sense! Like any obsessive PLL fan, I have been scouring the web for theories convincing enough for this particular character to make sense and after countless hours of my life wasted I am convinced Ezra Fitzgerald is Charles DiLaurentis. With that being said, could this be the ultimAte clue we needed in order to crack this mystery all along? 

3 Important Takeaways from the above screenshot from Wikipedia regarding the history of chick peas:

1. Chickpeas are mentioned in Charlemagne’s Capitulare de villis. We all know the name Charlemagne is the root name for Charles, and Charles is a HUGE part of this show’s mystery. We have all been told to believe that CeCe/Charlotte Drake is the real Charles and that he is transgender, but I think this is one of CeCe’s biggest lies. Why would she lie about that? To protect the real Charles, of course. Her own flesh and blood, her brother Charles DiLaurentis a.k.a. Ezra Fitz. This explains why Ezra had CeCe on his payroll. She was playing the game with/for him.

2. In 1793, ground-roast chickpeas were noted by a German writer as a substitute for coffee. This one is pretty self-explanatory. Ezra owns the Brew, a coffee shop.

And wait a second, did I just spot a clue within a clue! Does that label say “Sun Sun” Chick peas with a big bright sunshine on the label? A Bethany clue? Is Bethany Young Ezra’s sister?

3. In the First World War, they were grown for this use in some areas of Germany. The WWI and German references. Enough said.

Let me know what you think! Is Ezra really Charles?!
The One Where Kaneki Tries to Woo Tsukiyama and Nishiki Is Drunk

Here is my first fic! I was thinking about Tsukiyama’s birthday didn’t get any coverage in the story line, so I came up with this. For now I’ll post it here, then I’ll publish it on AO3 too when I’ll be able to open an account, which should be next week. Thank you if you read!!


Flipping through the pictures on her camera, Chie looked up at Tsukiyama, who was sitting on a couch opposite to her, reading a book

. “Next week’s your birthday. What’s it gonna be, 27, 28?”

 “I’m gonna be 25. Stop making me older than I am,” Tsukiyama scoffed, glancing up at his best friend.

 “Stop being so pouty. Are you gonna host a party or something?”

“No. There are too many things we need to take care of, and we can’t really afford to have a party right now, when we could die every moment.”

“Jeez, okay. Stop being so negative,” Chie rolled her eyes, going back to her photos. “But alright, whatever you want.”

 — 

“Chie, what’s the group chat you created for?”

“I wanted to host a surprise party for Tsukiyama’s birthday next week. He said he doesn’t want to do anything, but it could be an excuse for him to let loose a little bit. The atmosphere here is too tense, you could go shopping with the bags under your eyes.”

“I don’t know… I mean, we are in the middle of a war, are you sure holding a birthday party is okay?”

“Oh come on, as if taking a few hours off is gonna get you all killed. It’s for your dear friend Tsukiyama, after all.”

“Hm… okay,” Kaneki nodded, tapping his chin as he began thinking. “Maybe we could have a little party. The headquarters are pretty big, there’s enough room for everyone, I think. Nothing too crazy, though.”

“I promise we will not blow up anything,” Chie nodded, before scurrying back in the hallways. She pulled her phone out, opened the group chat, and started typing.

 — 

A week later, on March 3rd, in the evening, Tsukiyama was laying on his stomach on his bed, sheet mask on his face and kitten videos playing. Kaneki had told everyone they could take a night off and relax, and Tsukiyama had wasted no time in locking himself up in his private bathroom, take a nice, hot shower and start his skincare routine. He had been putting it off in the previous few weeks, and he couldn’t afford to do that anymore. His skin was screaming in agony.

He was going to stay on Youtube and update his new blog, then read a little and go to bed early. At least, that was what he had planned.

He heard someone knocking on his door and he sighed, pausing the video before going to open up. “Chie. I thought I had told you I wanted to relax tonight. Alone,” he raised an eyebrow.

“Kaneki ordered a special meeting and apologized, but said you guys can take the night off another time, because he has something important to say. Also, you’re spending your first Friday night as a 25-year-old alone and watching cat videos. That’s pretty depressione.”

“I wasn’t… fine, okay. Just… tell him I’ll be down in five minutes.”

“Make it twenty,” Chie interrupted him. “You need to do your make up. And you shouldn’t come to the meeting in you pajamas.”

“I… didn’t think I’d need makeup for a late meeting, but thanks for subtly telling me to cover up my eyebags. Always appreciated,” Shuu rolled his eyes.“You got it,” Chie winked, before turning around and walking away. “The eagle will be down in twenty minutes,” she sent a vocal message to the group chat.

“Alright. Everything’s re-Naki, put that stuff down. We’re gonna eat those later. Anyway, everything’s ready here,” Kaneki replied, gently pulling Naki’s hand away from the bowl full of eyeballs.“Food? Music? The present?” Chie asked.“Yeah, everything. We got coffee, blood, and blood wine, along with eyeballs, fingers and some… stuff… that I’d rather not talk about. Nishiki and Kurona are handling the music, and Banjou and me brought the present.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you in two minutes. I just gotta take a picture of this fly on a wall.”

 —

Tsukiyama had done his make up, combed his hair and put on a pair of black, skinny slacks and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and was now walking toward the main room, which strangely had the door closed. He tilted his head in confusion and knocked gently, and after a few moments of complete silence, he opened the door and walked inside.

Suddenly, all the lights were turned on and a bunch of people jumped out of their hiding spots, screaming in unison “Surprise!!”.Tsukiyama gasped in shock and took a step back, holding his chest with a hand. “What… what’s this?”

“It’s a surprise birthday party, dumbass,” Touka chuckled, crossing her arms. “Courtesy of your tiny friend and Kaneki.”

“Oh… you didn’t… oh my god, you didn’t have to! Thank you,” Shuu exclaimed, looking around the room and already feeling the corners of his eyes prickling. No one had ever done anything even remotely similar to this for him.

“I’m here because there’s free alcohol,” Nishiki joked, leaning against the wall.

“We wanted to do something for you, after everything you’ve done for Goat. You’re… basically running this place now,” Kaneki smiled, taking a step forward to get closer to Tsukiyama. “It’s the least we could do.”

“Thank you so much, I would’ve never expected it. Thank god Chie told me to put on make up and be a little decent, otherwise I would’ve come down in my pajamas,” Shuu laughed, quickly wiping a little tear that had fallen on his cheek.

“What are we waiting for? Turn up the music!” Hinami laughed, before grabbing a shocked Ayato’s hand and dragging him to the empty space in the middle of the room.

“Come on. You deserve to have a little fun,” Kaneki smiled, extending his hand. Tsukiyama gladly took it, and followed him.

 —

 “I’m… I’m already feeling a little dizzy… I don’t think I can handle any more wine,” Tsukiyama groaned, his face burrowed in his arms and resting on the table.

“Dude, c’mon, it’s your birthday, get wasted!” Banjou hollered, pouring Tsukiyama another glass.“Maybe later… I need to rest a little,” the purple haired ghoul chuckled, turning around and looking at the dance floor, now that the song had just ended.

“And now, ladies and gentleman, a little throwback to almost ten years ago, because I am drunk and I loved this fucking song,” Nishiki announced, before choosing “Can I Have This Dance” from High School Musical 3.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” Shuu laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculous choice, even though years before he had been a fan of those movies.Someone next to him cleared his throat, and he turned to see Kaneki standing at his right. “Uhm… sh-shall we?” Kaneki asked timidly, extending his hand toward Tsukiyama for the second time that night.

Shuu could feel his whole face burning and he was ready to throw up at any second, but he nodded vigorously and stood up, taking Kaneki’s hand and walking with him to the dance floor. Kaneki held Tsukiyama’s hand firmly and put his free one on his waist, pulling him closer and starting to sway slowly.

“…thank you for organizing all of this for me,” Tsukiyama said quietly, sneaking his arm around Kaneki’s neck and pretending not to be on the verge of passing out.

“No worries. You should thank Chie, she had the original idea. I… I only helped with the organization, and the present,” Kaneki shrugged, blushing lightly.“Oh my god, there’s a present too? You shouldn’t have, my dear,” Shuu smiled, shaking his head. He let Kaneki’s hand go and wrapped both of his arms around his neck, and Kaneki took it as a clue to put both his hands on Shuu’s whist.

“Shut up and accept it,” he chuckled, looking up at him fondly.“Anything for you, my King,” Tsukiyama murmured, starting to absentmindedly play with the hair at the base of Kaneki’s neck.Kaneki leaned in closer and closer, until he could feel the tip of their noses brushing gently against each other. He was so close to Tsukiyama, it would only take a couple more inches to… 

“Let’s open the present!” Nishiki exclaimed, and Kaneki and Tsukiyama abruptly pulled away from each other, both of their faces as red as tomatoes. 

There’s a special place in hell for animals like you, Tsukiyama thought, gritting his teeth.

 “Oh. Yes. Uhm… right. It’s in the other room. But first, you need to put this on and let me guide you,” Kaneki said, pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket and tying it around Tsukiyama’s eyes.

“Kinky,” Touka snickered, which earned her a shocked look form Kaneki and a loud laugh from Banjou. Thank God Tsukiyama hadn’t heard that.Shuu was led to the next room, where his blindfold was taken off. In front of him there stood a beautiful white piano wrapped in a huge red bow, so shiny he could reflect his face on it.

“We decided to do it all together,” Kaneki said.“Yeah, but it was Kaneki’s idea. He knows all about you, and how much you like to play the piano,” a drunk Nishiki intervened, before leaning closer to Kaneki to whisper in his ear. “You’ll thank me later when you’ll be making him scream you name,” he wiggled his eyebrows and patted his shoulder, while Kaneki could only stare at him, mildli concerned.

“This is… so beautiful,” Tsukiyama murmured, walking up to the piano and gently running his fingers on the keys, before pressing down on one.“Thank you so much, guys, to all of you. For the party and the piano too,” he smiled, silently praying not to start crying in that exact moment, because his eyeliner wasn’t waterproof and it would be embarrassing.

“No worries. Now let’s go back to the party, I wanna see Ayato try to drink wine for the first time,” Touka laughed, followed by an angry “I’m not a kid, I can handle alcohol!” from Ayato. They started walking back toward the other room but Kaneki grabbed Tsukiyama’s wrist to prevent him from going. 

“Actually… can we stay here for a moment, please?” he asked, and Tsukiyama swallowed thickly and nodded, turning to face him. “I… had another thing to give you. It’s nothing special, but… I dunno, I figured it might be something… nice. You can also not wear it if you don’t like it, it’s okay,” Kaneki added quickly, fishing a light blue-green box from his back pocket and handing it to Tsukiyama.

Oh my god it’s from Tiffany&Co., please let it be a wedding ring, Tsukiyama thought, taking the box with slightly shaky hands and prying it open, gasping quietly when he saw what was inside. It was a thin silver bracelet, a small charm in form of a heart hanging from it with the trademark Tiffany symbol engraved on it.

“Oh my god, Kaneki… i-it’s too much, you… it’s so pretty…” Shuu whispered, gently tracing the bracelet with the tip of his finger.“It’s… it’s nothing special,” Kaneki laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Chie told me you liked Tiffany and I thought I could get you something. To thank you of all the hard work you’re doing for us.” 

After staring at him for a few seconds, Tsukiyama suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Kaneki’s neck and tugged him impossibly close, burrowing his face in his shoulder and closing his eyes. “Thank you. It’s perfect, I love it,” he mumbled, feeling his heart stop for a moment as Kaneki hugged him back, whispering, “It’s no problem.”

They stayed like that for a few moments, before pulling away. Tsukiyama opened the box and Kaneki took the bracelet out, unclipping it and putting it around Shuu’s wrist. “It fits nice, doesn’t it?” he smiled, admiring how the silver bracelet shined slightly and softly caressing the back of Tsukiyama’s hand. “I swear I’ll never take it off. Except for when we spar or actually fight, I wouldn’t want to accidentally break it or lose it,” Tsukiyama said, looking up at Kaneki.

The half ghoul hesitated for a second, before cupping Shuu’s face with a hand and kissing his cheek firmly, still holding his hand with his other one. 

“Happy birthday, Shuu. Now, are you ready to go back to the party?”

“Ready. Can’t wait to see you choke on wine.”

“Hey, I’m not like Ayato, I can actually drink it without coughing! At least it won’t take me two glasses to get drunk, unlike someone here.”

“…I’ll forgive you only because you gave me this bracelet.”

“You’d forgive me anyway.”

“Oh, shut up.” 

Kaneki laughed at Shuu’s response and put the now empty box back in his pocket before they walked together to the other room. Their fingers were still laced together, and didn’t show any sign of wanting to let go soon.

anonymous asked:

//thank you for being willing to try and it would be completely understandable to know that Naruto would not be accepting of her at first. :) again thank you for being willing to try as I have found a decent majority of blogs will completely blow off OC's of any kind and for any reason - Uzumakijade

I am going to be blunt here and it’s not me dissing OCs, or any of that because I have my own and I understand the plight of getting rps with people on tumblr. 


Most of the time if you have a family member of _____ muse, most people will turn away because such blogs will impose themselves into the main characters life expecting a grand welcome and instant knowledge of said muse. Making little sense as to why they didn’t show up in the canon line. 

Least that’s my train of thought on it.  Granted there are those characters who do not have any information on their backstory and even I’ve rp’d with the long lost father of my muse (Virus). However that was due to canonly he was taken away as a kid, and we’d plotted/head canoned a ton before they even made the blog. So it is possible to have family OCs and still have quality rps. I’m not knocking all family OC muses there. Even in this fandom I’ve seen some pretty quality OC building. 

On another note I’ve seen OCs who make themselves seem super important to the story line when the series has nothing to do with them. When they do that to me it makes me think they’re going to take over the RP and make it all about their muse, and honestly I’d rather not fight over things like that. Like it or not the series is not about your OC. 

Some people can’t get past that wall. (IE myself for example.)  You can’t make your muse suddenly important to the story line when they had nothing to do with it in the first place. That bothers with people like me who meta, and like their canon rp to stay close to canon as possible. (Sometimes a little to much, but regardless.) 

If OCs were to be more willing to acknowledge the background roll and have their story go in another way than the main the plausibility their story could happen is much greater. Then I’m more forgiving and willing to RP because obviously everyone has their own strife and story. They can be important to other people and there’s a whole world out there not just the small events that are showcased canonly. Not every muse has to have OP and of super importance. 

The people who help and make up the world have lesser roles than others and they help build them up. I mean those in the hospitals who are medical ninja, or those who trade and sell weapons.  They’re all important even though they’re not the main character. I know, I know you don’t want to feel like an NPC and trust me that’s the least of my thoughts when typing this. I’m not thinking they should be shoved into a boring hole and forgotten.They still have a life, love and they can travel all over where the wilds and things happen. 

Wildlife in Naruto is crazy– plus rouge ninja and hidden kekegenkais. Instead of making them all from leaf why not sound,or mist? You can go all out if your muse is from a lesser known country. I find the easiest way to have an OC is to pull from the less known. The lesser known the better because you’re not limited to the things that are known in the village and most have the same set up. 

I know I went way to overboard here and this is long winded. However on the other note I’ve seen some great OCs and I’m always willing to give those who have developed their muse a chance. Family or not. Sustained rps however? Well that depends on how well they click rp wise. 

TLDR::;; People push OCs into the main character role and it pisses people off. 

disqordiaastrife  asked:

Do you have any suggestions for things to do on the night of the Solar Eclipse? I want to do -something- but i'm not sure where to start.

Disclaimer: I am still new, less than a year practicing (… right? … omg wait I’m one week off from my one year witchiversary, WOO WOO!) (anyway) so I’m not at all an expert here, and while I can brainstorm, I’m still making all this up as I go along!

  • I’d say an eclipse is a time to do anything with a dual nature. Think spells with a banishing AND attracting component (banish misfortune, attract good luck, for example).
  • It might also be a good time for tarot or oracle readings of a personal nature, do some self reflecting. The moon covers up the big bright attention seeking ball of gas, allowing you to see the sun’s corona. So it could be a time of revealing hidden things.
  • DEFINITELY grab a jar or bottle and set it outside or near a window. Moon water? Solar water? How about BOTH!
  • On a similar note, if you have any crystals or jewelry or magical tools you’d like to charge up, put those outside or by a window too.

When it comes to stuff like a full moon, solar eclipse, or an equinox, I like to think of the associations with that event, and then find a way to use those associations at the time, or store them up for later.

So really, sometime during the month of July or August, sit down with a notebook and think about what the solar eclipse is. Think about what’s happening. Think about what it is you associate with the moon, and what you associate with the sun. How might you combine those things? Read about the sciencey-stuff going on, and see if something jumps out at you or grabs your attention. That’s all I did with the thing about the corona being visible! I thought “Hey… that’s normally a thing that’s hidden, but becomes visible during this event. What can I do with that?”

Some other thought seeds: 

  • Normally the moon reflects the sunlight, but in this case it’s going to be blocking it.
  • The moon is very very very very tiny compared to the sun. But in this case, the tiny little moon finds a way to overshadow the big enormous sun. (You go, little moon, fight the man!)
  • People will be travelling here to see the solar eclipse, and I’m sure places that are in the path of it will be having eclipse events and parties. Maybe use this time of community. Or hell, use the time of opportunism, because you can bet bars are going to have special drinks, and there will be silly slogan t-shirts, and all sorts of people looking to make a buck!

Anyway, check the notes of this post occasionally, ‘cause some people might have more (read: better) ideas than I do! And of course the very best tip is don’t stare directly at it! But you knew that :)

anonymous asked:

I am 19 going on 20 and I am thinking of becoming a sugar baby, but I am not sure how to approach it. I don't want to talk to my friends about it because I know they will judge me. I have done some research on it and it's so different to what people actually think it is, that's why I am interested in becoming a sugar baby. How did you start or approach becoming a sugar baby?

Doing research is always the first step, and you’ve already done that which is great. Next you need to set up your sugar persona. Which basically means making a sugar email, facebook (if you want to use tinder), and dating profiles under a fake name. Download sideline, or another texting app. Set up away to receive money online, like cash app, venmo, or google wallet. Make sure your real name or email isn’t used on any of these. After that all that’s really left to do is jump in and start talking to POTs!!

fieravent  asked:

Okay wow, chill anon. Does finding someone attractive a fetish to you now? Am I fetishizing Daveed for finding him hot? Is being a fan of someone a fetish to you now? You're not making any sense, dude, shut the hell up

exactly tho, get em girl 👏🏻 yikes, they must be fetishizing me bc they called me pretty! !!!

the dreamers of the day

It was almost four years ago in August 2013 when I wrote about the first Uncharted game, in relation to my intent to finish that series. It was another year before I played the second game. A week ago, I finished the third; in between there were other games, and all of them took so long to finish. In the meantime the trilogy became a quartet: they released a fourth Uncharted last year, which is about to be followed with a spinoff this summer; and of course I still haven’t played The Last of Us from 2013.

I can only take these adventures in small doses. I can’t keep up with the latest releases. I am not especially unhappy about this. You have to pick and choose. I am grateful, for example, to have long ago renounced any interest I once had in comic books and comic book movies; not that there’s anything wrong with that sort of thing, but it makes for a lot less stuff to care about. 

So much coverage of video games is predicated on being there for the latest thing. A six year old game like Uncharted 3 was greeted at the time with ecstatic reviews – Edge magazine compared it to a work of human ingenuity on the scale of Machu Pichu and the Pyramids – but in the industry those six years have passed with all the condensed chronology of dog years. Nobody would write that anymore; not about this game, and perhaps not about any game. 

What have I done in the last four years? I was doing the same thing then as I am doing now. Living in the same place; working in the same place; reading, writing, playing games during downtime. Going to see movies and going to the theatre. Cooking dinner. Watching Netflix. The pain in my back growing and fading from time to time. Lately I got a cat. 

Whether any of this can be called an achievement perhaps depends on what you think success looks like. Perhaps the best one could say about it is that I didn’t give up. But nor have I achieved anything of significance. I worked hard but I haven’t been promoted. I wrote a lot but I haven’t done anything with it. I earned money but haven’t spent it on anything sensible. If my experience could be drawn as a circle around me, then in recent years it has stayed the same size; but because nothing ever really stays the same in this world, in meaningful terms it has only shrunk. The forces from without beat down harder than the forces from within. 

Uncharted 3 is basically fine. It is what it is: an immaculately presented action-adventure story that doesn’t demand too much of the player. Sometimes that’s exactly what I want. They fixed a few things that made me want to snap the controller in the first two games. And it still looks beautiful. There’s a moment in Uncharted 2 where you find yourself in a collapsing building in Nepal, and the game actually continues in real time while the entire floor of the structure starts to tilt and then topple entirely, sending objects sliding around and flying past you – that moment becomes everything in Uncharted 3. Everything is in motion. Everything is falling away from you all the time. 

The spectacle is entertaining enough. But for a series celebrated for its characters, there’s a strange sort of emptiness where the story should be. At first it seems like we might finally learn something about Nathan Drake’s background, like why he’s always hanging out with surrogate father-figure Sully, or how he got to be so good at killing and climbing and Latin. A few hints are dropped but then swiftly swept under the rug. Only questions remain: Why is Nate obsessed with Francis Drake in the first place? What exactly does this bad lady want to do with Francis Drake’s secret? Why do all the bad guys in the first half of the game wear identical black suits and little red ties? 

There are some games that make you want to know things or do things. I think of Breath of the Wild, for example, and I want to walk up a hillside and look at the world. Or I think of Cave Story, a wonderful little game that sparks my imagination and makes me want to be a better person whenever I think of it. But I don’t know what kind of person Uncharted 3 wants me to be. It doesn’t make me feel like wanting to do anything.

At one point Nate is dropped out the back of an exploding plane into the middle of a vast desert. Like the mountain village sequence in Uncharted 2, this is intended as an extended period of downtime. Not much is required from you here. Nate does what any idiot would do in those circumstances if they wanted to ensure certain death: he wanders away from the wreckage of the plane and into the sands, with only a useless rifle for company.

Like much of the game it’s a visually extraordinary sequence that requires little in the way of player interaction. At one point the camera circles high above the dunes, offering a drone’s eye view while the player pushes the stick to the right to nudge our exhausted hero along the crest of a vast dune. And of course he sees things in the desert. What kind of things? He sees an oasis. He finds a dried-out well. He keeps seeing Sully, except Sully isn’t there. He goes round and round in circles. 

It’s very peculiar: beautiful to look at, but entirely lacking the kind of emotional affect one might expect from a sequence like this. What would you think about if you were alone in the desert and you really thought you were going to die? Would you not think about your loved ones? Wouldn’t you dwell on missed opportunities? Oh, but he does dream, our Nate: we know this because in the desert a woman’s voice begins to intone lines from The Waste Land‘Come in under the shadow of this red rock,’ she says — as Nate quite literally crawls under a red rock — 

‘And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’

An intake of breath is expected from the player at this point. But the game shows us nothing. Some of this feels like a deliberate attempt to maintain an air of mystery — and that might be all right, if the game cultivated that mystery. But these sequences are in service of nothing. They belong to nobody. Now and again the game will try something dreamlike, only to later dismiss it as a hallucination — a kind of wanton hucksterism that invokes its own grandeur only to disregard it. Even at its most surreal, the game becomes nothing more than a demonstration of technical artistry. It means nothing that the walls are inverting, or that the face of an enemy becomes wreathed in fire. We see nothing; we learn nothing. It’s really strange. I kept thinking: I don’t know why there’s nothing here.

Ok guys.
I am starting to work on my family history, and I have A LOT to do. What are some tips and tricks that’ll help me continue to make progress? I hear the Family History Library in Salt Lake City is helpful, so maybe I’ll drive up there soon.
Any help is greatly appreciated!

[LYRICS] 네시 (4 O'CLOCK) by RM & V

Korean

어느 날 달에게
길고긴 편지를 썼어
너보다 환하진 않지만
작은 촛불을 켰어

어스름한 공원에
노래하는 이름모를 새
Where are you
Oh you

왜 울고 있는지
여긴 나와 너 뿐인데
Me and you
Oh you

깊은 밤을 따라서
너의 노랫소리가
한 걸음씩 두 걸음씩
붉은 아침을 데려와

새벽은 지나가고
저 달이 잠에 들면
함께했던 푸른빛이
사라져

오늘도 난 적당히 살아가
발맞춰 적당히 닳아가
태양은 숨이 막히고
세상은 날 발가벗겨놔
난 어쩔 수 없이 별 수 없이
달빛 아래 흩어진 나를 줍고 있어
I call you moonchild
우린 달의 아이
새벽의 찬 숨을 쉬네
Yes we’re livin and dyin
at the same time
But 지금은 눈 떠도 돼
그 어느 영화처럼 그 대사처럼
달빛 속에선 온 세상이 푸르니까

어스름한 공원에
노래하는 이름모를 새
Where are you
Oh you

왜 울고 있는지
여긴 나와 너 뿐인데
Me and you
Oh you

깊은 밤을 따라서
너의 노랫소리가
한 걸음씩 두 걸음씩
붉은 아침을 데려와

새벽은 지나가고
저 달이 잠에 들면
함께했던 푸른빛이
사라져

깊은 밤을 따라서
너의 노랫소리가
한 걸음씩 두 걸음씩
붉은 아침을 데려와

새벽은 지나가고
저 달이 잠에 들면
함께했던 푸른빛이
사라져

English

I wrote a long letter
to the moon one day
It isn’t brighter than you but
I lit a small candle

The nameless bird that sings
in the park at dawn
Where are you
Oh you

Why are you crying
It’s only me and you here
Me and you
Oh you

Your singing voice,
That follows deep into the night,
brings the scarlet morning
One step, then another step

Dawn passes by and
When that moon falls asleep,
then the blue light that was with me
disappears

Today, too, I go on living just enough
Keeping in step, wearing my feet out just enough
The sun makes me breathless
The world has stripped me of all I have
Without a choice, with no other alternative,
Under the moonlight I am picking up my scattered self
I call you moonchild
We are the children of the moon
We draw breath from the cold air of dawn
Yes we’re livin and dyin
at the same time
But right now it’s alright to open your eyes
Because like any movie, like any dialogue (from a movie)
The whole world is blue under the moonlight

The nameless bird that sings
in the park at dawn
Where are you
Oh you

Why are you crying
It’s only you and me here
Me and you
Oh you

Your singing voice,
That follows deep into the night,
brings the scarlet morning
One step, then another step

Dawn passes by and
When that moon falls asleep,
then the blue light that was with me
disappears

Your singing voice,
That follows deep into the night,
brings the scarlet morning
One step, then another step

Dawn passes by and
When that moon falls asleep,
then the blue light that was with me
disappears

Trans cr; Mary & Alli @ bts-trans
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They bond over protecting Keith from his dumbly rash choices and gossip about other aliens they meet on Friday nights

//EDIT: I have terrible handwriting so have captions

Lance: How am I supposed to earn her trust?
Keith: It’ll be fine, I believe you can do it

Lance: I’m only doing this so I can save your ass faster
Keith: WHAT?? Shut up, I’m only filling in
Lance: Yeah, but that suddenly doesn’t make you any less of a hot head

Red: *Lights up in agreement with Lance* Welcome, Paladin, I believe we shall get along fine.

Lance: Woah… We’re going to bond over you being dumb, you were right to believe in me
Keith: I said shut up Lance >:(

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