(the images are really long, so you can see both of them in full view here and here)
after sizing & measuring damien and pip, Damien seems to be around the same height as kyle, and Pip around the same height as token and butters.
i also noticed just how small pip’s body is, like holy shit. he is really scrawny, and his head is a bit big for his body compared to the other kids. it’s not super easily noticeable because of how his hair is and his hat, but god damn.
another reference, since they are seen standing side by side in the image about to be provided, is this screenshot from the episode Damien:
as i’ve marked with colored lines, damien’s height (marked by the red line) is above pip’s (aqua line). this is pretty funny because this is true even when pip’s model is elevated higher than damien’s in this shot. pip’s feet are marked by the purple line, where as damien’s is marked by the orange.
there is an even more significant gap in their height! while again, character model scaling is different from episode to episode, i think it’s pretty set and stone that pip is kind of a shorty. i hope this helped!
if you haven’t seen it already, you can find the original height chart here!
Pip and Seras’s nightly assaults on the undead had gone well, until a paladin slinked from the shadows and smashed Seras’s back with a silver maul. The walk back was almost unbearable; but it was close to an end.
“Ow ow ow ow ow.”
“Just a few more steps Seras.”
She leaned on Pip, taking small steps to avoid hurting her already injured back. Pip, for his part, was almost carrying her. It did little good, even tiptoeing across the cold stones jarred Seras. Pip could feel the tremors that ripped through her body and the spastic clenching of her fingers with each step. The comforting door to her warm room slowly crept closer, step by agonizing step. After an eternity of anguish they reached the door.
Pip bumped it open and helped Seras in. He walked her over to her soft bed and gently laid her down. He wanted to help her, but didn’t know what to do. He could go ask someone, but didn’t want to leave her. Seras’s sobs were not even slowing. Determined to do something, Pip sat by her and started to rub the area around the wound. She tensed suddenly, not expecting to be touched.
“It’s okay, mignonette, I’ll be careful.”
He was gently soothing the abused muscles of her back. He circled around her shoulders and neck, careful not to touch the knot of agony in the middle. As the pain quietly ebbed away Seras was slowly allowing herself enjoy the sensation and eventually she was simply breathing quietly. Pip began to push a little harder and massaged a wider arc, his fingers making soft whispers on her clothes. He caressed Seras for several minutes before he stopped. Briefly, Pip wondered if anyone had ever touched her like this.
She needs this, Pip thought and leaned close.
“Seras, can you take off your shirt?”
Numbly, she pushed up on one hand and used the other to unbutton her front. He took the bottom of it and pulled it over her head, letting her lie down. With her shirt gone Pip could finally see the damage done to her. An ugly purple and black bruise throbbed between her shoulders. As he watched, the edges receded; but it would be hours before it finally vanished. He leaned over her, letting his body heat flow into Seras before touching her. He started rubbing the base of her head; pushing out little knots as he moved up and down her neck. He waited for the stiffness to fade before soothing the sore muscles of her shoulders. His palms pushed against her shoulders, pressing against her her neck with each caress. After a minute he felt the stiffness drift away and moved lower.
He skirted around the bruise and stroked her right arm. Pip kneaded her bicep and Seras let out a sigh. He went lower, softly massaging her forearm and hand before he treated her left arm to the same. He moved to her lower back, trailing his fingers across her. He pressed into her skin and glided his hands from her ribs to her hips. Seras began to moan as he pressed into the small of her back, so he began to concentrate there. He worked his fingers along the ridge of her spine, pushing down from her injury to almost her waistline. Feeling the small bumps caused from stress and strain, Pip rocked back and froth across them pushing harder with each pass.
Seras shuddered and sighed as Pip massaged her and slowly her breathing began to quiet. Pip looked to the clock. It was a few minutes to dawn and soon Seras would be asleep for the day. He paused for a moment, admiring the curves of her body, before lightly running his fingers along her sides, across her arms, and stopped with her neck. Pip moved off of her and pulled the pink blanket up to her shoulders. He sat down by her and caressed her soft hair. He bent down and kissed her forehead.
“Dormis bien, Seras.”
Seras mumbled something, but it was to low for Pip to hear. He kept stroking her hair until she was asleep; thinking of how he would finish that evening.
The DWP went from an assessment system which fairly assessed fitness to work using a doctor and other professional consultants, with information taken from relevant sources to support the claim, to a system which mostly uses random idiots with some vague health qualification assessing with the aid of a computer based system deliberately designed to find any excuse to find people fit to work. And if that fails they sometimes outright lie.
Result: over 600 people have committed suicide. Over 10,000 people (well over by now) have died after being declared ‘fit for work’. Hundreds of thousands are being plunged into deeper poverty. Foodbank use has increased at least 2000% since 2009/10 (yes that is accurate). Jobcentres have been vandalised or set on fire. Many peoples mental and physical health conditions have worsened as a direct result of the tests and the cuts. The DWP are finding any excuse however flimsy to sanction people; limiting or cutting altogether their only source of income for week, months, even years. People have been admitted to hospital with malnutrition, people have died of hunger. The sick and disabled are being exploited as cheap labour, and are clearly regarded as '2nd class citizens’ by leading figures in the DWP including Secretary of State for Work and Pensions Iain Duncan Smith (IDS) and Lord David Freud. And the DWP is being investigated by the United Nations.
“Sunrise and sunset are similar, but they are not identical.”
In Morning Glow Pippin stands on top of the platform while the players cheer him on and the Leading Player crowns him; he’s just done something terrible but they fill him with hope for a better future, for finding what he is looking for, and he believes them. Then there’s the Finale, where Pippin stands up on the trapeze while the players all egg him on, trying to convince him to jump into the flames below; he almost does.
This parallel is very visually strong, but I didn’t think much past it until I thought about what the phrase “morning glow” actually means: it means dawn, daybreak, sunrise. Morning Glow is Pippin’s sunrise, it’s hope for a better tomorrow. By comparison, the Finale could be seen as Pippin’s sunset; it’s his last great act before the night, before he literally burns himself out after the players convince him to do so. Sunrise and sunset.
I’m currently starting my senior year of high school in Australia where I study a course called Society and Culture. This course requires me to conduct a research project over the span of a year, which will go towards 40% of my overall mark. To begin this research task I will need to conduct a content analysis of at least 100 various tumblr blogs. If you give consent for me to analyse a few pages of your blog please either like or reblog this post. I will ensure anonymity of all participants. (If you would like to participate, but feel uncomfortable not knowing the subject of my analysis, please message me)
This research is very important to me and my success in this course so thank you for your help, I greatly appreciate it.
Everlark Book Club Week 1 Reading List (for PiP Day 1)
Hi all! By my count there were 31 stories submitted for Day 1 of the final round of Prompts in Panem (PiP).
Starting this Sunday, October 25 through Saturday, October 31, check out as many of these stories as you’d like. No pressure. Bite off what you can chew. Don’t let the number of stories overwhelm you… this isn’t a race. Also, don’t feel like you need to read a story that isn’t in your wheelhouse content- or rating-wise. Read within your comfort zone and at a volume you’re comfortable with, basically.
But anyone getting through all of these gets a special hug from me. (And I’m pretty effin’ good at hugs. It is known.)
Then feel free to send messages here, post, comment, reblog, etc (whatever you want to do or that the dang page allows you to do) chatting about what you liked about the stories you’ve read. What was effective (and affecting), etc. What narrative techniques resonated with you. What an author’s strengths were in the story. What you’d love to see next from the story, and so on. Message others about it, too. Just get a dialogue going.
But keep it positive, for the love of all that is Everlark.
The only thing I ask of participation, aside from keeping it positive, is that you message at least two authors by the end of each week or post at least two positive reviews or comments somewhere (ex. AO3 of FF, as the case might be). That’s it. Pay a little respect and show a little appreciation- as much as you can- for folks who wrote these amazing stories.
And feel free to send asks here about the stories- on anon or using your name. I’ll post all positive messages without comment, unless you specifically ask me to chime in. Then others are free to reblog, reply, etc, and add to the conversation.
I know PiP’s page can get glitchy for folks on mobile, so hopefully this reading list with links helps.
And keep in mind I have no clue what I’m doing. <3 I’ll figure it out.