It’s finally finished! I’ve been working on this for a week and I’ve loved every second of it. I needed a good excuse to really get the hang of Clip Studio Paint and I wanted to make a big background-heavy piece again. This setting worked perfectly for that.
I recently saw this video by @hewhois and I got instantly inspired. It made me want to draw a modern male witch in his private den. I loved the peace and comfort that the video emitted and I did my very best to create a similar feeling. It’s so difficult to capture a very specific mood, but I hope I succeeded!
Eighty years ago the Turkish government forced Hollywood to drop a movie project based on The Forty Days of Musa Dagh, then a best-selling novel on the Armenian Genocide by German-language author, Jew and outspoken Hitler opponent Franz Werfel. The Forty Days of Musa Dagh, originally written as a warning against Hitler through the prism of the Armenian Genocide, never saw the silver screen. Such a movie could have also raised awareness of the fate of the Jews in Nazi Germany at the time and later of the ongoing Holocaust. It could have shaped the “narrative” of the struggle against Hitler. Many have since been interested to finally turn the novel into a major production, but Turkish opposition and obstruction seemed insurmountable.
It had taken years — and the passionate support of Armenian activist Kirk Kerkorian, who financed the film’s $100 million budget without expecting to ever make a profit — for The Promise, a historical romance set against the backdrop of the Armenian genocide and starring Christian Bale and Oscar Isaac, to reach the screen. Producers always knew it would be controversial: Descendants of the 1.5 million Armenians killed by the Ottoman Empire shortly after the onset of World War I have long pressed for the episode to be recognized as a genocide despite the Turkish government’s insistence the deaths were not a premeditated extermination.
The Promise, which opens April 21, finally would bring the untold saga to a mass audience. But at the Toronto Film Festival premiere in September, producer Mike Medavoy watched the late billionaire’s carefully laid plans upended by a digital swarm that appeared out of nowhere.
Before the critics in attendance even had the chance to exit Roy Thompson Hall, let alone write their reviews, The Promise’s IMDb page was flooded with tens of thousands of one-star ratings. “All I know is that we were in about a 900-seat house with a real ovation at the end, and then you see almost 100,000 people who claim the movie isn’t any good,” says Medavoy. Panicked calls were placed to IMDb, but there was nothing the site could do. “One thing that they can track is where the votes come from,” says Eric Esrailian, who also produced the film, and “the vast majority of people voting were not from Canada. So I know they weren’t in Toronto.”
The online campaign against The Promise appears to have originated on sites like Incisozluk, a Turkish version of 4chan, where there were calls for users to “downvote” the film’s ratings on IMDb and YouTube. A rough translation of one post: “Guys, Hollywood is filming a big movie about the so-called Armenian genocide and the trailer has already been watched 700k times. We need to do something urgently.” Soon afterward, the user gleefully noted The Promise’s average IMDb rating had reached a dismaying 1.8 stars. “They know that the IMDb rating will stay with the film forever,” says Esrailian. “It’s a kind of censorship, really.”
the biggest piece of advice i can give to aspiring artists (writers specifically but writing is an art and i think this is true of all art) is just a watered down/worse version of that one ira glass quote that haunts me. it’s: do it now. you need to do it now. you need to start practicing and writing and committing yourself to creating right now, or you’re never going to do it.
and i’m an aspiring artist, too; i’ve been working at it for almost a decade and i still don’t feel like i’m quite there.
you can imagine and think and plan and daydream and think “i need to wait for my one big, dream story” but that’s not going to work out for you. you’re never going to come upon the dream story, or, when you do, you’re not going to have the skill to do it
because the oTHER ira glass quote that haunts me is about having good taste. you want to create art because you have good taste so when you create art that doesn’t live up to your taste you’re dissatisfied and discouraged. but your art doesn’t live up because you HAVE taste, you know what’s good, and it takes an immense amount of practice to get there. so you need to write. you need to do it. you need to try and commit yourself to it. because right now, your imagined versions of all these fictions–you have no idea just how incomplete and fragmented they are and how difficult it will be to turn them into something. so you need to start. you need to try. you need to put the time in, so eventually you can say to your friend, “i’m about halfway done with the scripts to this story if you’d be interested in directing,” or you will finally be satisfied with the fourth draft of your third book, and you’re never going to get there if you don’t start putting marks on the page, and as soon as possible
I’m not harping on Trump because I hate his politics, or even his stupid face – it’s because he and Milo are highly publicized examples of society mistaking psychosis for toughness. A mistake we make all the time: We idolize the “tough guy” on our side because he ruthlessly goes after our enemies, then act shocked when he’s just as ruthless with us. “I love how this guy goes after anybody in his way and takes no prisoners! Oh no! Now he’s after me … AND HE DOESN’T TAKE PRISONERS!”
We think that grizzled, sex-stubbled Jack Bauer – a man who doesn’t play by the rules – is what we need to keep us safe, but the real Jack Bauer doesn’t shut off when he gets home. He brings that same sadism to everything. Cut him off in traffic, and he whips out Waterboarding: The Home Version!
Human empathy is an all-or-nothing deal. And that’s why all of history is just one big bloody Mad Lib. Somebody takes power with the promise of showing no mercy to _____, and once _____ has been dealt with, something else just takes its place. The French? Get ‘em! Gone? Cool, but now it’s the Germans. Oh, we dealt with those bastards? Well, now it’s whoever’s next in line for the throne. Then the critics. The protesters. Whoever disagrees with the administration’s plan to use unclaimed tax refund money to teach wild bears to say “mama” like those dogs on the internet. It’s only in fiction that Aragorn wipes every orc off the face of the planet, then comes home and rules as a just and kind king during peacetime.
He’d had time to pour over
the briefing from S.H.I.E.L.D. and only enough time to try and process in the
quinjet on the way to what Coulson was calling a Helicarrier.
He felt both awe and
reticence when he watched the files on Stark.
He was intelligent and reckless and made Steve think a little of himself
and, much like he felt in his own skin, he wondered how much of Stark was a
He felt guilt watching
Banner. Of all the advances made in the
twenty-first century and still Erskine had been so beyond his time that no one
had yet caught up to him. The
fascination with the serum – with what Steve represented – had led Banner to a
prison made out of his own skin. (He
would wonder, later, how far off the trial serum had been in Banner’s case, I’m always angry, echoing in his head).
He felt dumbstruck at the
possibility of Thor’s existence. For all
that he had seen in the life he’d had Before, he never thought – he’d seen the vast expanse of the cosmos,
before Schmidt had disappeared into it, but he hadn’t thought that there’d be
something else –someone else – out
there. It made him wonder if Schmidt was
still out there, too.
He’d watched and
re-watched the footage of Strike Team Delta – Natasha Romanoff and Clint
Barton. He was. He was awed, and looked forward to meeting
them most of all. As far as the
information from S.H.I.E.L.D. had noted, they had no enhancements. They had pasts, sure, but they had no serum
or otherworldly abilities or suits worth millions.
They were human, made of blood and sweat and hours
upon hours of practice and (to read their files) abuse and perseverance and
they were as skilled and fearsome a team as any of the others recommended on
Steve thought of his time
Before, he and Bucky, back alleys and bloody lips and scraped knuckles and how hard it was to survive and here were two
people so dedicated, so skilled they may as well have been a two-person
Commando unit. Were, as far as Steve was concerned. He was anxious to meet them.
Today is a not a good day for me mentally. My hubbs keeps calling me from work to check up on me. I'm just in one of those moods where I want to vanish for a bit, but responsibilities demand my attention. So, I am having a cry before my child gets home from school. I have started therapy and we are discussing medications and I know that is a good step. But I'm terrified all the same.
It’s going to be okay.
YOU are going to be okay. This is a temporary thing with your brain being a dick, and you will get through this.
I’m so proud of you for starting therapy, and looking into meds to help your brain get the help it needs to stop being a dick to you.
If I may suggest something: I practice a version of cognitive behavioral therapy. The short and overly simplified version is: when I feel my brain throwing a sad or depressive or negative thought at me, I stop what I’m doing, and I make the effort to consciously remember something awesome that happened that made me happy. It doesn’t matter what it is, just as long as it’s a good memory. It doesn’t even have to be a big, complicated memory. It can be like that time I ran my first 5K, or the time I switched on my emulator and it worked! It can be a quiet walk I took with Anne (I have a lot of those to choose from) and specifically how nice it felt to hold her hand.
We have tons of good memories, and sometimes we have to make the effort and work hard to find them, especially when it’s easier to feel bad about something.
Also, it’s OKAY to recognize that a thing made you sad, and then sort of visualize putting it on a shelf or in a bag or just kicking it out of your way for a moment while you pay attention to that good memory.
There’s science which tells us that the experience of recalling something happy produces the same neurochemicals as actually having that experience, so even though this can feel like woo woo mystical bullshit, it’s a real thing.
So your homework is to think of an awesome thing that happened, just a moment when you were really happy, and recall something specific from that moment. Your brain may try to be a dick and do this thing where it goes, “and that’ll never happen again.” or “and I didn’t deserve it.” When your brain does that, it can be a challenge to stay focused on the good memory, but you can do it!
You’re gonna get through today, I promise. Send me a note tomorrow and let me know how you’re feeling, okay?
So, I DM a Giest: The Sin-eaters campaign in NWoD. The characters are a krew with a prophecy to save the world and at the moment they’ve found the military hunter version of Gutanamo bay (‘cause one of them are employed by them and the military needed help big time). They’ve checked all the cells and become disgusted by the conditions and found 1 surviver. A woman, seemingly human, who seems to have been a part of the cult that had an evil entity attached to their leader and killed the whole compound except the group and 2 NPCs.
Morgan, one of the characters, is the only one who can see into the Spirit realm due to his Stigmata Boneyard and he senses a spirit growing inside of this woman. Something out of this world, he’d describe it as a dragon embryo. One of the seals of the apocalypse is when a dragon returns to the world.
He failed to explain that before he said;
“So, I want to kill that woman. I need to hack her into as many pieces as I can with my knife. I want to slit her throat and stab her until no one can tell she was once a woman,“
Silence falls around the table and the other players just stare at him.
P1: Woah.. Morgan… what the fuck man? No. She’s just a human woman.
P2: What the fuck is your problem?
P3 (whose character haven’t met Morgan before): So… that’s the resident psycho when I’m not here? Man you guys are compensating…
P4: I…No. No. You’re not doing that, Morgan.
Morgan: I have to. I’m a Reaper.
P1: So what? We don’t kill innocents.
P2: When did you become psychotic, man?
Morgan: But she’s carrying the embryo of a dragon inside of her! She believes to be the chosen one! She can’t live and birth that thing! The Prohecy, guys!
All the others: Why didn’t you say that before!? What’s wrong with you!? You don’t start that conversation with how you want to hack her to a million pieces and THEN tell us it’s because she’s carrying the world eating dragon!
Morgan: So… I can get to work now?
P1: I’ll be outside. I can’t god damn watch that, even if she’s carrying a dragon.
P2 and P4: Yeah, we’ll come along. Do it quick, Morgan.
P3: I guess I’ll stay and make sure it get’s done then…. Nice…
It didn’t get done quick, and you couldn’t see that it was a woman when he was done. Now the characters are all a bit worried about him and his mental health.
the first version is the easier but also boring for the eye, the sequence rectangular-square-square and repetitive, try to use diagonal cut, open space and vertical cut to help the movement of the story and action.
This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?
I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!
So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?
Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.
Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.
When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).
So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.
But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.
So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…
Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.
As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.
He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.
They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.
“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”
Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).
“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”
And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.
As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.
After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”
Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.
Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.
Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)
It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.
One of the first things I learned in my
freshman year is the absolute need to study every single day. Even if there is no
big test or assignment around the corner, reviewing your classes daily is the
only way to make sure you are strengthening your knowledge on whatever you are
learning, as well as filling in any gaps on unknown material that was lectured
before. For weeks (and months) I was certain that people who told me I needed to
study every day were just very unorganized people or were frightening me on
purpose. However, if you are taking a course heavy in information like Law, you
will quickly understand that it will be very difficult to remember every single detail that was lectured in multiple
subjects, on the long run – and, in the end, you are also tested on the small details and not
only on the big overall scheme of each class. If I could go back to my first
semester, I would really push myself harder and organize my days to be able to
review my previous classes.
Being a coffee hater throughout high school, I
was always sure that I would never like the taste of it in my life. However, as
soon as I got into my second year of college, I found out that the only way to
survive a few of my classes was to drink an expresso beforehand. My addiction
to coffee began as a need to survive. Now that I look back, my first year in college probably would have
turned out better if I had more energy in class and while doing my assignments.
However, I still try my hardest to never drink more than one cup a
day – that really keeps my energy levels up, without creating addiction.
One of the things no one told me before going
to Law School was the ridiculous amount of money I would spend on textbooks
every single semester. Each one of my classes requires one or two mandatory textbooks, plus
statute law and a bunch of optional readings that most of the time you
end up buying because they are nowhere to be found in the library. Also, since Law is constantly being developed and changed, buying second hand books is not the best idea - most of the legal references in those books are probably outdated.
I remember that in my first year of Law School I refused to buy most of the
textbooks the professors required me to, and I tried my hardest to study only with my class
notes. Well, guess what? That ended up, as expected, in poor grades. The problem with Law is
that 50% of our grade is the result of how hard we work at home. In class the professor
doesn’t lecture ALL of the material we need to learn; they just summarize it as best as they can and highlight a few important things that they find relevant. However, in the final
exam, all those details and footnotes in the textbooks will prove really useful
to solve the cases and if you didn’t invest in your textbooks in the beginning of your term, you will not be
able to use that information in your answers, which really harms your grade.
That takes me to the next point. For me, the
best learning method is preparing all classes beforehand, be it lectures or
discussion based classes. I only realized this in the end of my second year in college - and I
think it makes a huge difference in your overall performance in class; if your professor uses the Socratic method to teach, preparing your classes thoroughly beforehand is absolutely essential!
Basically, if you anticipate most of what is going to be taught in your class,
you will have most of the work done for that specific group of topics or
information. By taking your own notes to class and completing them with what
the information that the professor adds during the lecture, you will be able to reinforce your knowledge on the
subject, finishing any incomplete arguments that you have written down and also
letting you participate in class, asking questions on the thematic you’ve studied
and discussing it with your professor and classmates. Also, preparing classes
beforehand will let you organize your time better, scheduling a certain time to
prepare a certain topic and/or chapter.
Unfortunately, I found it almost impossible to
prepare classes and do all of this homework while I was handwriting my notes.
If I could turn back in time and change something during my time in college, I
would certainly stop spending so much time making everything pretty and would start
typing it all. I am a big fan of handwriting notes - I love pens, stationery and
also the handwriting part in itself. However, when I
started getting an excessive workload, insisting on handwriting all of my
preparatory notes, completing them in class and also solve and
summarize case law by hand was hurting my grades, my social life and my stress
levels (and my hand, lol). I then had to make the hard decision to give up on all of my pretty
stationery and start bringing my laptop to class.
I still handwrite a few notes,
especially when I use the column method (which you can find more about here), but I am actually happy now that I have made the change – I can
be much more productive and organized while saving a huge amount of time for all the other
things I enjoy doing.
Finally, and I think this is the most important
piece of advice I can give you: some people enter college with a very specific
mind-set on what they want to do with their lives. While you are reading this, there is a huge possibility that you have already thought about a certain career; maybe you are picking only the classes that you think
will help down that career path, as well.
However, never ignore all the other options that will be laid out for you. I can personally speak about my own experience: when I entered Law School back when I was 18 (I am now 21), I had a very specific idea of what I wanted to accomplish after I graduated - I was sure I wanted to be a judge. As soon as I got
into my second year and started studying the most basic principles of contract law, I was 100% sure that I had actually changed my mind, and that it was imperative to purse contract law.
Then, in my 5th semester, I started studying Tax Law - I still remember thinking that Tax Law was it and I was then decided to pursue it for my master’s degree; but then, I was able to get an internship
in a law firm, in the Intellectual Property Law department; and you know what? I changed my mind again.
So it’s perfectly normal to
change your mind along the way; you are not less worthy of college just because
you are still not sure of what you want to do career wise. Also, changing
majors is fine - it’s just a sign that you are progressing as a human being and as a student, that you were willing to embrace new opportunities and give up on something that would not make you happy. Just make sure that you do your research beforehand on different career paths and use all the opportunities that college gives you in order to learn new
things and meet new people. Internships, and other short-termed opportunities
like job-shadowing programs are great ways to understand if you fit in the
specific area you are thinking of pursuing or if, in real life, it has nothing
to do with you.
The Augmented Reality Sandbox at Concord University
Today was the first time since its update (and first time at all for us) that we have gotten to play with the AR Sandbox.
An Xbox 360 Kinect Sensor captures the image of the sand in a live feed. It links to a projector that projects images (contour lines/colors/etc) onto the sand. It uses a software (I’m not sure the name off the top of my head, but it is free) that is responsible for the projections. Though the software itself is free, it requires very specific components to work properly (only runs on a certain version of Linux, requires a specific version of Kinect sensor, graphics card, etc). I can get more information if needed :)
This nifty tool provides students and others an opportunity to build mountains, valleys, and other structures and see contouring in real time as well as how structures affect the area in general. By holding your hand over the map, you can also generate rainfall!!
It was the big hitter of the geology department today.
(I’m trying to upload a video but it is not wanting to go up.)
Whether or not you believe John and Sherlock will ever become canon or was ever in the cards to be canon in this adaptation, I really do not understand anyone anywhere denying that Sherlock Holmes is a gay man. I’m not even talking about the intense amount of both subtext and text that we get within the show itself. All I really need to go on is the fact that he is modeled after tplosh Sherlock, WHO IS CANONICALLY GAY. To be perfectly honest, that is the one really distinctive and unique thing about tplosh Holmes. It’s the one big thing that sets him apart.
BBC Sherlock Holmes based their version of his character on that one. On a character whose only really distinctive trait was that he was gay. How is there ANYONE out there who denies that Sherlock is gay after that? Seriously, HOW????? Especially after you pile the subtextual and textual evidence on top of that fact. Sherlock is not bisexual, asexual, or heterosexual. He is a gay man.
Literally the only argument I have ever seen is that he isn’t explicitly defined (in spite of how many clear hints there are). That since Sherlock doesn’t say the words “I’m gay” it means he can’t be defined as such. Which number one is bullshit and number two doesn’t change the fact that he is gay.
I still have yet to see any sort of a real sensical argument as to how Sherlock could possibly be anything other than gay when he is based on tplosh Holmes. No one ever brings up the fact, they just simply state that he is “ambiguous” which is codeword for “gay but not explicitly stated as such because that gives us the freedom to ship him with women without feeling homophobic about it”. Newsflash: you’re still homophobic.
You go ahead and ship him with Molly or Irene or nobody. That does not change the fact that Sherlock Holmes is a gay man. He always has been. Including the original Canon.
Why does the game so badly to try to trick the player into killing toriel, with the sudden unavoidable crit and all? Isn't that kinda a cheap trick to pull on a body? It's hard for me to accept the message of the game when it's so manipulative all like that.
See, I actually love this, because I don’t take it as a value judgment. See, if you see Undertale as a game about being nice and not hurting anyone no matter what, the Toriel fight is tricky. But if you see it as a game about thwarting fate, it fits perfectly … I’ll show you what I mean.
Do you know what kind of game Undertale was going to be? When it was just a ghost of an idea in Toby’s head, when he hadn’t actually gotten it ironed out? In Cave Story, you have to kill Toroko in order to progress in the game, There’s a big tragedy and you need to kill her to progress. You can’t do anything about it.
In the first version of Undertale that existed in Toby’s head, you had to kill Toriel to progress. HAD TOO. In the first version of Undertale, this world truly WAS kill or be killed.
So like, clearly mercy is the choice you’re meant to find eventually. But are you meant to find it on the first time? Are you meant to get through this flawlessly?
Kill or be killed. That’s the rule. That’s the choice the game thrusts on you. That’s what Flowey says to Frisk. And Flowey is right.
Undertale is the tragedy of a child floundering through the Underground and getting out at the end, leaving friends behind, but also damage, hurt feelings, hurt people. And Undertale is the story of looking back at that tragedy and saying
The ‘trick’ doesn’t register as a trick anymore if you think about it that way. Not JUST as a story about being kind, but a story about changing fate. The best way to play Undertale is to go in without knowing you can save everyone, and discovering that through the course of the game.
It’s why I’m super frustrated with the ‘this is how you’re meant to play the game’ crowd. If you’re telling someone how to play the game, you’restopping them from playing the best way.
I don’t hold how easy it is to kill Toriel against the game for that reason. I don’t think of killing Toriel, or any of the monsters, as a failure in the first run. I think it helps the experience.
SO I did an incredibly self-indulgent thing and I commissioned @lelelego to create some art for the next Big Writing Project on my plate. It’s another Homestuck fic, it’s gonna be a ride, and Jake the not-quite-a-merman is one of the centerpieces.
Look at this shiny water boy. Look at his amphibious tail and glowspots and his translucent fins. He is so pretty. He’s going to be a menace.
I super needed visual reference for this version of Jake because he’s not a merman, and I needed to… sort out how he’d look? So I dumped like a page of written ideas and a dozen inspirational images onto Lego, and she fucking used talent and witchcraft to make it all work together. And then put up with all my “okay but can you do this instead” requests.
Lego is good. If you require some arts, she is very good at them.
…. /vibrates with excitement. I think the title may be you can only take what you can carry to the edge of the world. We’ll see.
Do you remember why you put Hades in Ravenclaw? I am profoundly curious about it, believe me.
I think the version you’re talking about is for the actual Greek gods and like. Hades just wanted to do his thing, be into the Underworld.
(Someone help, what are words)
Hades was all “Alriiiiight Zeus just MURDERED dad what am I aboutta rule over???”
And Zeus was like “here brother mine, you can take the dead people”
And Hades was like “Awwwww maaaaaaan. Oooookaaaaaaay” And so he retreated to his underground realm and was like “I need a wife”
So he tricks Persephone into staying underground for half the year. Clever wit.
So he chilled with a big dog and devised a bunch of ways to make sure people didn’t leave the underworld. Creative. Inventive. Clever.
Theseus and Pirithous tried capturing Persephone and Hades was like “Aw here, sit and eat, sleep in the underworld for a bit PSYCH YOU’RE TRAPPED BY MY SNAKES. HA. TEACH YOU TO TRY AND STEAL MY WIFE I DON’T THINK SO” Clever.
And he treated everyone equally with like laws and stuff. He was a pretty fair dude and like level-headed and wise. Wisdom.
And besides that, he was just chilling in the Underworld with his wife unless it was sunny and vegetation time. Hades just kept to himself. Stayed outta people’s business for the most part.
The art of erasing queer subtext
German translations of Sherlock Holmes
first came to tumblr for reading all the fantastic analysis of the
Sherrlock Holmes stories and adaptations, I was quite confused. Of
course I read the Holmes stories before, well, most of them, but a
lot of the quotes I read here didn’t sound familiar at all. I
thought, well, I must have forgotten that or didn’t read properly.
That doesn’t sound like me, but I never picked up my (german) copy
and looked it up. One evenening, I sat over a glass of wine with my
friend and she denied the gay subtext of the Holmes stories so
vigorously, that I felt like proving my point and so I took her copy
and wanted to show her some of the evidence. To my suprise, i could
not find it. Starting with the „Quick. Hide if you love me“ part
in „the dying detective“ wich was translated to „Hide if you
want me to be thankfull forever“ (Verstecken Sie sich, wenn Sie
sich meines ewigen Dankes gewiss sein wollen). That made me curious
and I bought a copy of the original english ACD stories.
now start to read along with you, in german and in english to see
what had been changed and why.
we have to note, that the most common german translation is the one
by Adolf Gleiner, Margarete Jacobi, Louis Ottmann and Rudolf
Lautenbach. It is an early translation (the first in some stories)
and is used until today. I had a look at five different copys of the
translated canon, modern ones and old ones, but they all had that
translation. There is one other common translation by Gisbert Haefs,
but I don’t have it, so I can’t say anything about that. Maybe
someone has read those.
have to note some general problems with translating from english to
german, wich is not only true for Holmes but also for many other
stories. There is, for example the „Sie“ and „Du“ problem.
„Sie“ is the formal, polite way of saying „You“ wich one
would use to adress strangers or respected people or people you don’t
now well, „Du“ is the more intimate way of saying „You“ which
one would use if you are adressing friends or family or people of
your own age if you are younger than 25. Of course, it is always hard
to get the point in a movie, book or series when people stop to use
„Sie“ and start using „Du“, for it requires a permission or
invitation in the spirit of: „Please, you can say „Du““ which
is a big deal. In the Holmes stories, Watson and Holmes always talk
to each other using „Sie“ and it is hard to create this natural
intimacy between two people who do that. In translated english
stories, it became quite normal that two people use „Sie“ even
when they know each other quite well, especially in stories written
before the 1950s. Even children adress their parents as „Sie“.
Maybe it was just a way of showing how posh the English are.
have the trouble of words with a slightly different meaning in both
languages. But we will see that when I point out some examples.
read through the first three stories (TheGloria Scott, The Musgrave
Ritual and The Spraceled Band) I recognized
some parts that were translated pretty wrong and had to come to the
conclusion, that it was done on purpose. By the third story I knew
which part would have been changed before I even looked at the
„certain quiet primness of dress“ that a lot of people refere to
by pointing out a queer reading of the canon was changed to „In his
appearance he showed a certain accuracy and punktuality“ which is
not the same and they could have used many german expressions wich
would have been closer two the point. (German: Was sein Auftreten
betraf trug er eine gewisse Genauigkeit und Pünktlichkeit zur
Schau). But I see, that it is not easy to catch that exact meaning
for the word „quiet“ is not really used in german in that manor.
„mischivious eyes“ were changed to „smart smile“.
(Musgrave) was a dandy“ was changed to „He emphasised his suit“.
Wich is understandable because the term „dandy“ hadn’t been used
fact: The term „woman“ refering to Rachel Howells was changed to
„Weib“ (a deprecative term for woman) or to „Mädchen“ (girl)
on various occations.
story, Holmes speaks to Victor Trevor using „Du“. That might be
because of their age.
they left out were Holmes was going the day the dog bit him, („I
went down to chapel“).
the end of the term we were close friends“ was changed to „before
I recovered, we had formed a friendship“ (German: Ehe ich wieder
auf den Beinen war, hatten wir Freundschaft geschlossen.). And there
is a term for „close friends“ in german (enge Freunde). There is
no reason to change that.
these two stories aren’t the interesting part. Let’s move on to „The
starts with minor changes in the description of Holmes (They changed
„love of his art“ to „Love of his work“) and in the way
Holkmes adresses Watson („my dear fellow“ was translated to „My
dear boy“) but they mix up the boy/fellow thing in every way, all
when Holmes wakes up Watson, Watson accompanys Holmes down to the
sitting room in the english version, while in the german translation,
Watson follows Holmes to the sitting room. They could as well have
translated the sentence word by word. But they didn’t.
intruduction of Watson („This is my intimite friend and associate
Doctor Watson before whom you can speak as freely as before myself“)
stayed the same. I wanted to point that out.
Holmes says that „(The gun) and a toothbrush are all we need“,
the translator went through some trouble because he obviously was
concerened about the singular. Instead of just changing it to plural,
he invented a comb, so you can read the german sentences as plural or
singular. Its hard to explain… („Wenn wir Kamm und Zahnbürste
mitnehmen, haben wir alles was wir brauchen“).
Holmes and Watson go to „the Crown“, they engage „a bedroom and
a sitting room“ in the original version, while in the german
version, they get „two rooms“. Well, I guess that is not exactly
wrong, but it is not the whole truth either.
are not the big ones, those will come later on, when we read more
stories. But you can find this sort of changes in every Holmes story,
while the rest of the story (For example the Cases) are translated
with a certain accuracy.
they do that? Well, I think they realised how strong the subtext is
and didn’t want that to come out. I don’t think they said:“Oh my
god, this is so gay, let’s not write that“, I think they thought:
„Well, if I translate it word by word it sounds wrong in german, to
intimate. I have to look for less strong words or discriptions.“.
Maybe it was because of differences in german and british culture at
that time. But they clearly changed most of the parts which one could
read as „to intimate for friends“.
to @handl0ck for talking to me about this and to @astudyincanon for
encouraging me to write it down… and sorry for the mistakes. I am