the tales we tell ourselves

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“Your hair is so soft…” 

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And you are so drunk.” 

“Tipsy,” he corrected.

Shaking her head, a fond smile upturning her lips, she watched as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was longer than it’d been the last time she saw him. After spending two years abroad, she’d returned to the States feeling stronger, happier, and more confident in herself. She also returned to find out Damon and Elena had broken up. Elena had moved to Boston for medical school while Damon remained behind, playing surly uncle to Caroline’s daughters. 

With a gentle sigh, she rubbed her fingers over his forehead and back through his hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d put his head in her lap, but it was strangely comfortable. In the time she’d been away, she and Damon talked often. Days would pass where all they would do was text back and forth, about anything and everything, and then suddenly, she’d call or he would and they’d spend hours on the phone. Talking about life as a human now, about where she’d been or where she should visit next. In a way, it felt like he was on that journey with her, so entwined with her life as he was. Which was why she was surprised to hear that he and Elena had broken up more than a month ago. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He sighed, long and loud. “About what?” 

She cocked her head. “Seriously?” 

“What’s there to say?” 

“I don’t know… The love of your life packed up and left. I thought you’d have a few things to say, or ask. Like, ‘how do I get her back, Bonnie?’” 

Continuing to stroke his fingers through the tails of her hair, he shook his head. “It was a long time coming.” 

“Since when?” Her brow furrowed. “You never mentioned anything.” 

“No? I didn’t slip how unhappy we were getting into one of our four-hour-long conversations?” 

“I think I would’ve remembered…” 

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assassin’s creed sentence starters part 1.

  • Ladies and gentlemen! 
  • And as of this moment, you all work, for us!
  • Who’s a good horse? You are.
  • Ah, the gentle sound of opportunity passing us by.
  • Yes, let’s. Onward to London!
  • You have honoured us with your loyalty and courage.
  • I understand and respect your position, bound as you are by your Creed. You will indulge me one final time and receive these gifts.
  • I thought that meant we were free to do as we would.
  • Maybe you will be the one to make all this suffering worth something in the end.
  • What is a man but the sum of his memories, we are the stories we live, the tales we tell ourselves.
  • Even those men you sought to save have turned their backs on you. Yet you fight, you resist, why?
  • In your haste to save the world, boy, take care you don’t destroy it.
  • I pray we one day rise above it.
  • While you pray, I’ll act.
  • Life’s hardest choices are the ones that force you to question your own moral code.

                                       ・   ❄️   ・   ❬❬    ❛    DO  YOU  BELIEVE  IN  HEROES?   do you still place your faith in valiancy and righteousness, seeing salvation reflected in polished swords and aegis?  do you look for bravery in the faces that surround you,  do you believe that our sanctity can be protected by those bold enough to defend their convictions?  or do you know the truth?  did you weep for hector upon the walls of troy,  knowing that the age of heroes was over?   or perhaps it never began.  perhaps we tell ourselves tales of fortitude and valour because the truth is that those who fight for ideals never survive,  neither does that for which they fight.  and the gifts of gods cannot be manufactured,  they cannot be made synthetically,  it is not a question of hubris,  but simply pragmatism.  we live in a world of humanity,  not divinity.  and humanity is weak,  and pestilent,  and brilliant,  and fascinating.  BUT  THOSE  MADE  FOR  THE  AGE  OF  HEROES  DO  NOT  BELONG  IN  THE  AGE  OF  IRON.   iron cannot defeat monsters, nor can it contain them.  //  LIKE  or  REBLOG  if you are interested in interacting with an original character that seeks to examine and rewrite the ideological and narrative assumptions of heroism,  delving into traditions of science fiction, fantasy, and mythology. 

The New Normal

We are varying in shades of jade
in such diverging capacities.

We find solace inside ourselves
once we find comfort in something else.

We wish to grow to heights of gods
and have drawn evolution as gospel.

We aspire to be the heights of deities
when we condemn the commonplace.

We hate to fathom being nothing
but shudder at worries of being nothing new.

We pass ourselves off of titles and tales
to tell detailed truths that entail transition.

The new normal is never normal and necessarily new.

Idea for Next Borderlands DLC: "And also Torgue was there"



Lilith: “Um… yes?”


Brick: “What!?”

Mordecai: “What!?”

Lilith: “What!?!?!?”

Torgue: “WHAT!? … oh, right, I was the one talking.”

Lilith: “You never mentioned Angel, Athena.”

Athena: “I… didn’t see how it was relevant.”

Lilith: “But you thought Birthday Cat was relevant.”

Brick: “Hey. That was vital.”

Athena: “Look, the story of Jack was complicated enough and I know Angel is a sore subject in Sanctuary. I… didn’t want to derail from my point. I can tell it now if you want.”

Mordecai: “You’re not doing yourself any favors, here.”

Lilith: “No, no, no. You had your chance. Your story obviously has some omissions. Brick? Mordecai? Find some of our contacts that were on Elpis that can tell us about this.”

Torgue: “I WAS THERE!”

Lilith: “Maybe Moxxi…”

Torgue: “I SAW ALL OF IT!!!”

Lilith: “Maybe ask Gaige if she can scrounge Claptrap’s memory board…”


Lilith: “We should still have Nisha’s dairies…”

Brick: “Lil.”

Lilith: “FINE! *Sigh* … … … Torgue, would you please tell us your version of what happened on Elpis.”

Mordecai: “I already regret this.”


Tiny Tina: “Oh! Oh! Can it have dinosaurs!?”

Torgue: “I DON’T SEE WHY NOT!!!!!”

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel: And Also Torgue was there

I am Polarized

It’s 1am. October 21 just started. It’s dark outside, but there is no storm. There is no rain, but I feel cold. There is no wind, but I can feel it rampaging anyway. I can hear it in my head.

My own personal storm.

I’m not at that cliff, but either way… I feel polarized.

I’m at the very same spot I was a year ago. I’m staring blankly at this screen, as I write what I experienced that day.

I feel polarized. I’ve always felt polarized.

I watched Chloe crumble to dust and rise again as a different person. A better person. The person she used to be was now inside her; latent, hidden, too affraid to come out to be hurt by reality. I’ve seen Chloe polarized.

I watched Max try. Again and again. I saw her try, fail, repeat. I saw her fighting her own demons, too stubborn to accept fate. I watched Max selflessly give up herself or selfishly not. I saw Max polarized.

Some people never feel it. Some people are always confident in their decisions. In their words. In their fate. They never experienced the duality, the conflict, the strange situation of having two opposite voices in the back of their heads, questioning each other. Are we just? Or unjust? Are we doing good because we feel it or because we think it is expected? Are we doing good at all? Or are we selfishly telling ourselves a pretty tale?

Some people never feel polarized.

But I did. And I still do.

Life is Strange showed up in a very, very strange moment of my life. I judged it. I dismissed it. I treated it as a game. And as a game, I played it.

And unlike any other experience, it showed me I was so very, very wrong. About people. About relationships. About the world itself.

Life is Strange broke me. Life is Strange made me crumble to dust and rise again. Not painless. Not whole. Not unharmed.
But different.

It showed me how heavy words can be; how all decisions have consequences we can’t measure at the moment we take them. It showed me all people have masks, and that is not always a bad thing. It showed me all people are polarized.

Life is Strange is the only reason I found the most selfless, caring group of people I’ve ever met in my life. A place I can call “home”, even if it physically doesn’t exist. My own personal Blackwell Bigfoots; pushing together, always there, even if the odds rise against us like a storm.

It showed me to find beauty in chaos. And that, is a virtue.

A year ago, I saw myself polarized.

Thank you.
Thank you for Life is Strange.

October 20, 2015 - October 20, 2016

“What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live, the tales we tell ourselves!”

I once read a quote from someone saying that at the time of his death, Clay Kaczmarek was the most knowledgeable person on earth. And I couldn’t agree more. Clay is probably the most sacred character to me in Assassin’s Creed because I feel I relate to him more than anyone else. His story, to me, is the most captivating in the series and I feel that a lot of its awe and mystery goes unnoticed in the fandom. So here I will attempt to rectify that a bit.

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WRITER & ACTOR Jo Chiang | Robin

Most interesting thing about Robin: Among the four friends, she’s the most experienced with death

Three words that best describe Robin: steadfast, underestimated, devoted

Favorite fairy tale: I think it’s a given that Little Red Riding Hood is my fav

Favorite heroine: Frida Kahlo

Favorite film: Lilo and Stitch let’s be real Nani is the love of my life

Favorite fantasy world: the Pokemon universe seems pretty chill

Most interesting book you’ve read this week: I’m almost done with Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis

Artistic influences for the film: Sondheim’s Into the Woods (no shit), Guillermo del Toro, and pretty much every YA novel I read as a suburban pre-teen.

How did you approach the writing process? The basic plot outline was hashed out last summer, sitting on my college’s lawn. I reworked it a few times over a couple of months, until it felt solid and it felt right. The spoken text was written in collaboration, with not only the very talented Anya Josephs, but with suggestions from others, such as our producer, Nora Mueller. In the original script, I only offered outlines of characters, because I wanted them to be fleshed out by everyone involved– actors, director, producer. Those specifics were created together, which I think served the story in a fantastic way. Fairy tales are part of our cultural consciousness. They are something communities shaped together to interpret, challenge, and understand. I wanted our process of creating this story to reflect that.

What is the societal importance of fairy tales? Of reinterpretations of fairy tales? We tell stories to explain to ourselves who we are. Fairy tales are a particular kind of story that also serve as a means of control. They don’t just explain who we are, but tell us how we should be. Listen to your mother. Don’t talk to strangers. Your sexuality is a threat. The question then is: can we repurpose that? Can we challenge that? Can we take the young girl who enters the forest and is punished for her transgressions, and turn her into a young girl who escapes into a forbidden space in order to come to a greater understanding of the world she lives in?

Why is political art important? All art is political. Even claiming the absence of a political agenda in a piece of art is a political agenda in and of itself. I personally strongly believe all art is and should be a movement towards something. The question isn’t even always what, but how. How do we make our art, and how does that inform the way we live our lives in communities shaped by institutional powers? For me, art is hugely defined by the process of creating it. How you make your art is just as political as what you make. No process is perfect, but working towards a thoughtful, intentional, and compassionate process is a *~utopian~* project, and committing yourself towards that kind of futurity is how we do what we can to make positive and responsible change. Long story short, all art is political, but all process is political too.

life is a glitch | listen  subject 16“what is a man but the sum of his memories? we are the stories we live! the tales we tell ourselves!" 

01 | life’s a glitch - celldweller 

02 | president - iamx

"they pull our strings, the animals; they blind, they breed the hate; under their wing we’re scientists, we swallow what they fake; for all you lonely boys I will be president, in all you sons of men I can be accident.

03 | the logical song - mindless self indulgence

“when I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical. I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.”

04 | anonymous - yoav

“woke up in a strange room wearing a face you didn’t know. staring up at the ceiling dreaming of escape; a welcome welcome home. letters light up the neon.”

05 | who left me out - the bravery

“everyone knows what to do but nobody told me; looking at me like I knew, but nobody told me. everyone knows what to say but nobody told me. everyone around with a smile on their face looking at me like I knew something no one told me. but I wanna know who left me out, I wanna know who let me down.

06 | stalkers (slit my wrists) - mindless self indulgence

“you’ll never have me, it’s a sad day in your own mind, let me go. I’m not a real man, I’m a figment of your imagination, whoa just let me go. with every single kiss I’m going to slit my wrist. with every single cry I’m going to say goodbye.”

07 | the world you live in - son of rust

“once again in a world of my own with nothing left to do. everything looks different now. reality is seeping through, there are those who want to tear me down, to turn me into them. i’ve tried so hard but it’s been so long, it’s happening again.”

08 | my little universe - depeche mode

“my little universe is expanding… slowly. beautiful emptiness surrounds me, here I am king, I decide everything, I let no one in.”

09 | telling ghosts - puscifer

“echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser. apparitions each, bad decisions brush on by envious in the ever after. electric fuzzy haze of regrets and dreams denied. the more you take, the more you need. the more you suck, the more you bleed. the dead know better, so listen to the letter.”

10 | i am where it takes me - black light burns

“it’s all I see, It’s all I see. please take it away. it’s holding me, it’s holding me. please take it away. it’s more than me, it’s more than me. please take it away. it’s killing me, it’s killing me. please take it away.”