the sum total of everything

You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
—  Maya Angelou
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
—  Maya Angelou
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
—  Maya Angelou
Marichat Week: Baton

Marinette​ paced incessantly, nervous and agitated. The reason for her near panic was shining innocently​in her hand: a silver cylinder with a green pawprint caught the sunlight every time she made the circuit of her balcony.

Tikki hovered back, just as nervous and ansty.

‘So you’re telling me that he can transform back, but his kwami will be effected, and he now has no way of contacting me?’ Marinette​ asked. Tikki nodded, her forehead creased.

Marinette sat down on the deckchair in exasperated resignation. ‘That cat is going to be the death of me, someday,’ she sighed. Tikki just nodded sagely behind her.


‘Plagg; Plagg, calm down!’ Adrien was yelling into his cavernous room at exactly the same moment. The black kwami, of course, did no such thing.

‘I will never be able to show my face in public again,’ he wailed, floating around the room at an odd angle that made him look like a zombie and gave off the maximum aura of despondence. ‘The other kwami will repudiate me! They will strike me off the power list! I’ll never go to a quantac party again! And Tikki! Tikki will want a divorce!’

‘Plagg, I’m sure it’s not so bad as all that,’ Adrien tried, attempting to sooth the little black cat. ‘It’s only a tail, I’m sure once I get the baton back-’

‘Only a tail!’ Plagg squeaked indignantly, first puffing up in rage and then throwing himself in a desperate swoon over the back of the couch. ‘How would you like it if you lost your tail! Oh, the shame and ignominy, and having such an insensitive, unfeeling chosen!’

‘Plagg, it’s not like it’s lost,’ Adrien tried to reason. ‘We know exactly where it is. We couldn’t very well leave Marinette on that burning roof, could we? She needed a way down and we needed to get going. As soon as I can, we’ll tranform and go get it back. She’ll still have it right? It won’t have disappeared?’

‘No,’ Plagg answered sulkily. ‘She’ll have it.’

‘There, you see? No need to worry. As soon as I can get away I’ll transform, go to Mari’s, we get the baton back and everything will be back as it was! Come have some Camembert. Natalie ordered a special batch, fresh from the region, and-’

‘But she’ll know!’ Plagg wailed, startling Adrien, who had to admit that the kwami looked a little lopsided without his tail. ‘She’ll see, and that is already shame enough! No, this is the end, my long and valiant life ends, and therefore I!’ He floated to the dust bin. ‘This is where I live now.’

‘That’s where you usually live,’ Adrien replied, voice flat. However, he couldn’t deny that he was worried; Plagg had never refused Camembert.

Adrien looked at the clock. He didn’t have any more extra-curriculars today, and Natalie should let him be. But it was still early, only half past five, and it was not unknown for his father or his secretary to pop in unannounced to make sure he was doing his homework.

Well, desperate measures. He grabbed the bin and ran to bathroom, opening the shower and locking the door behind him. No one would begrudge him showering, surely.

‘I don’t want to,’ Plagg pouted as soon as Adrien peered down at him over the basket’s rim.

‘You never do, but the sooner we do this, the sooner I get the baton back, then problem solved.’

Plagg glared back fiercely, ‘She’ll see,’ he hissed.

‘Who’s she?! Marinette will only see me, so you don’t have to worry! I didn’t know you liked her that much!’

His kwami’s flat glare did not alter. ‘You are the most oblivious child I’ve ever met. Your father is making a hack-up job of all this. And to think, I usually choose street kids. They’re all whip-smart. But no, not this time! Serves me right for trying to choose a life of luxury!’

Adrien pouted at him, rather hurt. ‘Plagg, transforme-moi,’ he said in a monotone. He felt the magic wash over him, blinked as the light faded and then glanced at the mirror out of habit to make sure everything was ok.

And slapped a hand on his face to stifle the scream that reflexively tried to escape the moment he caught sight of himself.

He was wearing a furry loin cloth. Furry boots. Furry wrist warmers. A lion’s head over his own with the mane as a cloak. His mask was tan.

That was the sum total of everything he was wearing. Adrien had to resist the urge to cover his chest like a bashful virgin (which he was, thank you very much!). He swore he could hear Plagg snickering at him at the back of his mind; something along the lines of ‘if you make me suffer, you must suffer too’.

‘Ok,’ he said, taking deep breathes and trying not to loose his cool. He was Chat Noir, he could do this. Chat … leon? Oh lord help him, he didn’t even fit his own name anymore. But it was ok, it was ok; he just had to go to Marinette, retreave the baton- Marinette! Marinette his cute classmate, his class president, would see him half naked. In furry speedoes.

Plagg was going to get cheddar for a week.

‘Ok, let’s just do this and forget it ever happened,’ he told himself, throwing himself out of the window and promptly plummetting to the ground. Right, no baton. He was going to have to climb a wall to hop roofs, but first, he had to walk.

This was going to be so humiliating.


When Chat Noir - er, Chat Jaune?  Chat … Leon? - landed on the roof behind her balcony, panting and winded, Marinette first jumped, then stared.

And stared and stared.

Who the heck gave him permission to go around dressed like that - not dressed like that - looking incredibly hot with his heaving chest and exposed musculature and oh dear gods were those pecks? Was that a six pack?!

‘Give me a moment, I can explain,’ he panted, going more and more pink the more she stared. Marinette tried to look away, she honestly did, but what business did he have being so gorgeous?! ‘This is my kwami’s idea of a joke. I mean, the object of power. I have. It didn’t like that I lost a piece of the magic. The baton. Thing. And so changed my clothes. Costume. Armour. So now I don’t have any. Armour I mean. Well, clothes too. And ….’

By this point, Chat was crimson in the face, Marinette was purple, and they were both looking at each other uncertainly. Tikki, who’d dived into her purse, gave a tiny giggle, and Marinette coughed to try to cover it up; it broke the deadlock staring contest between them, and Marinette pivoted to look at the wall.

‘Ok it is!’ she said in a squeaky voice. ‘You’re great! Oh I mean gorgeous- I mean!’ Oh, kill her now. She buried her face in her hands. What? What? How dare Chat Noir make her stutter! She only stuttered for Adrien Agreste!

Chat Noir - Jaune? Leon? - meanwhile seemed to be having some sort of epiphany.

‘You stutter when you’re embarrased!’ he said, as if he’d just discovered a new energy source that would save humanity. Marinette moaned mournfully. She hoped now, more than ever, that he would never discover her real identity. She couldn’t ever live with his ego if he discovered he could render her speechless just by going topless. Well, bottomless, too, one could argue. And those furry panties were really hiding nothing from the imagination and why was his skin shining like he’d oiled it?!

‘Well, Princess,’ he said, all traces of embarrassment gone - she knew it - ‘I am sorry for causing distress with my … appearance. I would appreciate if you could, perhaps, return my baton, and I will be on my way.’

Marinette hazarded a peak at him when his tone was not as teasing as she thought it would be. He was standing tall, his arms folded over his bare chest (she did not feel disappointed about that!). A dusting of pink on his cheeks was still visible, but his blush had certainly receded. He looked serious, all business. Marinette had hardly ever seen him without a silly grin on his face. The change, abrupt as it was, managed to worm a sense of worry out from between the mortification (and her suddenly raging libido, which she was not admitting to, no sir).

‘Are you ok?’ she asked, retrieving the baton from her pocket and gladly handing it back. He took it without changing expression.

‘I have caused you distress. My Kwami no doubt thought it was a good joke on me, to make me walk around Paris like this. But he- it, er, didn’t think of you. I’m making you uncomfortable I’m sorry.’

Marinette softened considerably in a place in her heart she did not like to admit existed (it did not, in fact, exist, no sir). Chat … Chat was a gentleman at heart, he’d always been. Seeing her uncomfortable must have really caused him to worry. And Chat had never lied to her - this was his Kwami’s idea of a joke, apparently. It wasn’t his fault.

(Sure, he had no business being that hot, but it wasn’t like he could help it. Shut up, inner-Marinette, we do not want to see his other baton, thank you!)

She’d just about seen everything else, anyway.

Oh dear gods she’d not just thought that!

‘Oh, it’s ok! I was just surprised!’ she squeaked, thoroughly ashamed at her train of thought. (Choo-choo! All aboard the express to sin-city– shut up)

‘I will take my leave,’ he said, bowing down, and Marinette had to bite her lip at the view it gave her of rippling skin and muscle. His face, though, was still so uncomfortable and almost ashamed. She couldn’t let him go like that.

‘Wait!’ she said. Chat, who’d already started to turn, twisted back towards her, just on time for her to catch him off guard. She dropped a light, feathery kiss on his cheek, then retreated back quickly when her hands threatened to linger on that warm, soft hard skin of his shoulder and torso. Silk on steel left a burn mark on her palms, and she rubbed them together to rub the impression out. ‘Thank you. For saving me,’ she said. She hadn’t needed it, but he hadn’t known, and had still handicapped himself in order to save her life. There hadn’t been any way to give him his baton in battle, not when they’d been separated, and he’d been taken over by the akuma before she could rejoin him. But he’d still done it, and then suffered a humiliating trip across Paris from wherever he lived, in a furry pair of panties, just for her.

The place that did not exist in her chest fluttered savagely. Marinette fiddled with her hair, then squeaked a goodbye and hopped into the open skylight, pulling it shut behind her.

She ignored Tikki’s boisterous laughter as she tumbled out of the purse in favour of holding her flaming face in her hands. Oh, dear Kwami gods. She was in trouble.


Adrien hopped home in a daze. A part of his mind was glad the baton was back, because that made the trip both safer from curious, prying eyes (and cameras) and faster. He was home in five minutes tops and walked right into the still running water without thinking of his clothes. Plagg shrieked as the transformation dropped off, but Adrien didn’t even give it a thought.

His hand, instinctively, had come up to protect his cheek. Water wasn’t going to wash off the feel of warm, soft lips, thank you very much. So he took off his clothes - one-handed - and showered - one-handed - and put his pyjama on and went to bed - one-handed. He only removed his palm from his cheek when Natalie came in to wish him goodnight, and asked if he had a toothache.

He stared at the ceiling of his room, cradling his cheek again. Plagg, who he’d been ignoring since they returned both as a form of retribution and also because he did not seem to have the brain capacity for anything but holding his cheek, finally landed on his chest, demanding attention.

‘Marinette likes me,’ he muttered to the expectant kwami. It had been the only thing rattling through his brain as he staggered around his room, doing things on autopilot. His classmate’s strange behaviour throughout the months they’d known each other had always bothered him - a bit like a fly buzzing around the room. It didn’t hurt you, exactly, but it did really tick you off. And finally, he had an answer, a solution, and it seemed so obvious now that he couldn’t understand how he’d not seen it before.

‘Oh, you noticed,’ Plagg replied. Smug little bastard.

‘You did that on purpose,’ he frowned at the kwami. ‘That wasn’t nice, putting her on the spot like that.’

‘You’re assuming she knows it’s you under the mask.’

‘She likes Chat Noir too,’ Adrien corrected him. Then, looking at the ceiling again and smiling a bit like a goofball, he said, ‘She likes me.’

‘Humph. And you say I never do anything for you,’ the Kwami said, curling up and and going to sleep on Adrien’s chest. But not even the tiny cat-god’s purring could soothe Adrien tonight; not when his heart was beating so fast.

Marinette liked him. Sure, he was sure a very large part of his heart belonged to Ladybug but … Marinette liked him. A girl he knew, who knew him, who went to class with him every day and saw him goof off and be good in class and nerdy in physicis and get his arse handed to him in fencing and… she was amazing too. Smart, creative, so good as class pres, generous. Pretty. Very, very pretty.

Oh wow. Oh, ok, oh wow. He also, apparently, had a crush on Mari. Who liked him. All of him. Heck, she’d called him gorgeous.

Adrien squeaked and buried his face in his hands turning over and curling up. He ignored Plagg’s grumbling as the Kwami settled against his chest again. He ignored the fact that his purring sounded smug.

Marinette liked him. He liked Marinette. Adrien suddenly realised that he’d unwitting stepped into his fist school romance, just like in all those anime he’d watched.

It was a long time before he went to sleep, his heart beating fast and a smile on his face that made his cheeks hurt in the morning.

Maybe Marinette would come to watch a movie with him?

Plagg, the smug bastard, just flicked his newly-reacquired tail in satisfaction, privately hoping Tikki had enjoyed the show as much as he had.


The Cognitive Functions & Music
  • [I was listening to music and I started thinking about why and how people listen to music differently, so I tried breaking it down to the cognitive functions. All of your functions would be relevant, but just as it does in your life, your inferior function should be what drives your desire to listen to music. Tag with your type and whether or not it's true for you. I'm curious.]
  • Ti: wants to understand the composition of music, the ways in which various musical elements are combined; seeks to deconstruct music
  • Te: enjoys the harmony of music, the sum total of the various instruments, the way everything sounds together; seeks coherence through music
  • Fi: seeks to understand self through music, preferring songs with relatable lyrics and introspective messages; wants to discover self through music
  • Fe: wants to understand others through music, endlessly consuming the emotions behind songs and taking them on as if they were their own; seeks to connect with others through music
  • Ni: seeks depth in a particular genre, exploring the various styles and sounds within it; is interested in mastering a genre
  • Ne: seeks a broad variety of music, always interested in different genres and sounds; wants to discover all music
  • Si: seeks nostalgia through music, reliving memories with soundtracks from meaningful films/shows and songs tied to experiences; is transported to the past through music
  • Se: enjoys the auditory aspect of music, the sound of music and its various sensory elements; seeks to fill the silence with music
I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.
—  Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children
Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’ve gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each “I”, everyone of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you’ll have to swallow a world.
—  Salman Rushdie
how are we still having the “is hannigram canon?” discussion

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these two are blatantly, obviously, deeply, unhealthily emotionally entwined, if not outright in love. it doesn’t have to be sexual – emotionally (perhaps even romantically) – they are a pair. they are a duality, a “we” by their own admittance (“we are a zero-sum game”).

these gifs are not even the sum total of everything, either. it’s more a sampler of “greatest hits”. 

hannigram is canon. period, the end. 

can we move on now?

You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
—  Maya Angelou
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
—  Maya Angelou
I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.
—  Salman Rushdie
How to be kind to yourself this results day ❤

So I have left it a bit late to write this but it being A level (and GCSE and AS level) results day tomorrow in the UK I thought I would make a post about dealing with the nerves and the aftermath of receiving results. I know it is something I and many of my friends struggled with this time 4 years ago (wow I feel old…!), and I definitely could’ve done with some help because I had a difficult couple of days ahead of me. So here are a collection of tips/advice for tomorrow. Some you may find helpful, others not, we are all different! But hopefully you can take something away from this.

  • You can’t change anything now. Your exams are done, and whatever it is going to say on that piece of paper tomorrow is already there. The best thing you can do right now is try to help yourself get through the day and process the results so that you can move on in a productive way.
  • This may feel important, and it is, but it is not the end of the world if it doesn’t go your way this time. You can go to your insurance choice. You can take a gap year and reapply to university next year. You might have to take a different path to achieve your goals, but it is important to remember that there are other paths! And at the end of the day, you can never know what your life would’ve been like - it might be that another path is actually the best path for you! I am not a superstitious person so I am not going to say everything happens for a reason, but sometimes things are beyond your control. Let life take you the way it wants to take you; sometimes it’s easier that way.
  • You are more than your results. You are beautiful and worthy and valid and loved! Think of all of the things in your life apart from your education: family, friends, sports, hobbies etc. All of these things are valuable and good. Yes education is important but it is not all there is to life! Try to be thankful of all of the other things that you have. Make a list if you think it will help you!
  • Your results are not the sum total of the past year. Think about everything you’ve learned and achieved, both academic and personal, over the last 12 months. You are a different person to the one you were at the beginning of this, and that is a good thing! You have grown into a better version of yourself. Be proud of that. Be proud of all of the hours you put in. Even if you feel you could have (or should have) done better, recognise that you were trying your best at the time (even procrastination is a legitimate struggle!). Try to find some love for the version of yourself that made those mistakes. They deserve it!
  • Try to see your results in a balanced way. Maybe you didn’t get that A in Spanish that you were hoping for, but you surpassed your expectation in Chemistry! Whatever your results, I guarantee you there are positives to be taken from them.
  • Failure is valuable and necessary. When I found out that I hadn’t made my offer, I thought I would fall apart. Of course I was devastated. But if I hadn’t failed, I would never have learned how to better myself. Failure helped me to understand how the fear of failure itself was holding me back, and how I could overcome that fear. I would not be the person I am today if I had made my offer, and the struggle and the fight it took to get me back to where I wanted to be showed me how strong I actually was, and how failure was not something I needed to fear anymore. It sounds counter intuitive, but failure helped me to believe in myself, because I know now that I can bounce back.
  • Give yourself time to celebrate/process. Whatever happens tomorrow, please take some time off to be kind to yourself/do something you love! Even if you do have work to do now, it is SO important to deal with any negative emotions you are feeling, and to look after yourself, so that when you do start work again you are in a good frame of mind to do so.

Good luck to everyone! And if anyone needs to vent, my inbox is always open. I am sending so much love your way right now, I hope you can feel it! x x x

excerpt from the United Independent Compensatory Code / System / Concept, pages 20 

Excerpt from the United Independent Compensatory Code / System / Concept: a textbook / workbook for thought, speech and / or action for victims of racism (white supremacy) by Mr. Neely Fuller Jr., pages 20 – 22, Three (3) Basic Types of People in the Known Universe and Nine (9) Major Areas of People Activity in the Known Universe.Three (3) Basic Types of People in the Known Universe 

 1.     White people 

 2.     Non-White people 

 3.     White Supremacists (Racists


 1.   “White” people are people who classify themselves as “Shite” and have been classified as “White”, accepted as “White” by other people classified as “White” and who generally function as “White” in all of the nine major areas of activity, including economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex, and war.   

 2.     “Non-White” people are people who have been classified as “non-White” and / or who generally function as “Non-White” in their relationships with each other, and with people classified as “White”, in all of the nine major areas of activity, including economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex, and war.   

 3.     White Supremacists (Racists) are people who classify themselves as “white”, and who generally function as “white”, and who practice racial subjugation “based on “White” – “Non-White”, at any time, in any place, in anyone or more of the nine major areas of activity, including economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex, and war.   

 Nine (9) Major Areas of People Activity in the Known Universe   

 1.     Economics 

 2.     Education 

 3.     Entertainment 

 4.     Labor 

 5.     Law 

 6.     Politics 

7.     Religion 

 8.     Sex 

 9.     War 


 1.     Area 1 = Economics, which means the correct distribution of, and / or balance between all animas, person, places, plants, things, etc.  “Economics”, in the correct sense, is the sum-total of all of the thought, speech, and / or action used to produce maximum efficiency in revealing truth in a manner that promotes the establishment of justice and correctness in all areas of activity, including economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex, and war. 

 “Economics” also means using all things, thought, speech, and / or action, with maximum efficiency with the objective of eliminating Racism (White Supremacy). 

 “Economics” does not mean simply acquiring, saving, and / or spending money.  “Economics” is note a tool of money.  Money is a tool of “economics”. “Economics” is the result of a person or persons speaking and acting effectively in the production of justice and correctness.  It is not simply how money is handled that determines “Economics”.  It is a matter of how everything is handled – and what ends. 

 In order for a person who is a victim of Racism (victim of White Supremacy) to practice “Economics”, that person must speak and act to produce justice and correctness in the sum total of everything that he or she says and / or does.  This includes the use of time, the consumption of food and drink, sexual intercourse and / or thoughts of sexual intercourse, the use of music, the manner and use of labor, etc. For example, if listening to a particular “type” of sound “inspires” a person to think better while performing some function that helps to eliminate Racism (White Supremacy), then that type of sound becomes “music”, and that person, at that time, serves and “Economical” purpose.  The same is true for any other thing and / or function pertaining to a person in any of his or her day-to-day activities. 

As regards action against Racism (White Supremacy). “Economic Correctness” is not determined by any one or more things that a victim of Racism (non-white person) does, and / or doesn’t do, but by the sum total of everything that that victim does, and / or doesn’t do, in terms of effective results against Racism. 

2.     Area 2 = Education, which means the process of learning all things about all things, and /or the process of learning all things about one thing.   [Note:  Of all is known about one thing, then all is known about all things, because all things are interrelated].     

3.     Area 3 = Entertainment, which mean any activity that is desired and/ or enjoyed, including that which is just and / or unjust, and that which is correct and / or incorrect.   

4.     Area 4 = Labor, which mean any act of using energy to accomplish an objective.   

5.     Area 5 = Law, which means anything that is done.   

6.     Area 6 = Politics, which means people relations, and / or any relations between people, ant any time, in any place, in any area of activity.   

7.     Area 7 = Religion, which means the sum total of everything that a person thinks, plus everything that he or she says, plus everything that he or she does. A “Religion” includes all parts of a person’s existence, each and every minute of each and every day – even if those parts are never put into “words”, they are still a “part’ of a person’s religion if that person willfully and deliberately speaks and acts according to those parts.   Religion is not separate from existence, nor separate from any “part” of existence. Anything that a person says or does, that is willful and deliberate, is a part of that person’s “Religion”.   

8.     Area 8 = Sex, which means any socio-material interrelationship between male and female.    

9.     Area 9 = War, which means any will and deliberate unjust speech and / or action that is used effectively against any creature.   [Note:  All of the nine major areas of “people” activity are interrelated].   What happens in one area of activity affects all other areas of activity.  What a person does in the area of “Economics” affects what that person does in the area of “Religion” – or “Sex” or “War”, etc.   The Racist (White Supremacists), by dominating their victims [Non-White people] in one area of major activity, also at the same time dominate them in all areas of major activity.

“Customer service” is such a crock of shit. No, the customer is NOT always right. Sometimes the customer is just an asshole, but will receive no repercussions for acting like so due to the fundamentally idiotic concept that is “customer service.”

I’m sorry but without us employees there would be no one to keep this business running, no place for you to purchase your goods/services. Therefore, you shouldn’t be such an ungrateful snot rag.

I shouldn’t have to sugar coat anything to attempt to make you feel warm and fuzzy when you’re acting like a cold, heartless prick.

I shouldn’t have to smile at you and kindly help you while you insult me, my work ethic, and my coworkers.

“Customer service” doesn’t please the customers; customers are inherently selfish and greedy. They are rarely pleased, even after getting what they want.

All “customer service” does is dehumanize employees and make them cynics.

“Customer service” is the sum total of everything wrong in the work place.

F*** “Customer Service”