the thing i like the most about peri is theyre young enough to not have been around during the war. All they have is what people told them, which is very capable of being half truths or lies made out of bitterness n hatred of what occured during the war. Assuming they were told anything at all n didn't just find things out over documents
I am so, SO sorry I’ve been so late. It’s been a long ass few weeks academically. If I survive this semester, it’ll be a damn miracle.
But anyways! Peridot’s a fascinating character, and I reckon a large part of that is due to reprogramming everything she’s ever been taught. Mixed fusion’s ‘bad’–she realizes its functions are not only useful, but can even be demonstrations of pure, unadulterated love. Earth’s ‘useless’–she realizes not only is it abundant with fruitful assets, but it’s full of life and creatures deserving of life.
Knowing Peridot, she probably poured over all available data before heading her assignment. But even data are unreliable when derived from biased sources (well, all science maintains degrees of biases, but that’s another argument). I’m sure they told her just enough information to do the job, but again, it’d lack context and be shaped as nothing more than vitriolic propaganda.
Coming to rework everything you’ve ever been taught and grow from personal experiences is a great character arc, and the show’s doing it just right: take considerable time to show her evolution and not have it as a snap judgement, like ‘falling in love’ narratives tend to illustrate. Loving what they’re doing so far and I can’t wait for more!
Today in Men Are Awful™, shoutout to the guy at Walmart muttering “Jesus Christ, could you go any slower?” at me as I was trying to navigate around him while he literally just stood there blocking my way out of the aisle.
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Love this two amazing women! can’t wait to hangout again💞💞 miss you #baes #squadgoals
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more than anything I just want my phone to light up & it be your name on the screen. I want to open it up & read a text that says “I love you & miss you please take me back.” but of course I’m waiting for something that will never happen
Stars hanging out w/ Marco one day and she sighs a lil and Marco notices so he’s like “what’s wrong?”
“I just wish it could always be like this! Just you and me going on adventures and stuff. But I have to leave some day…Wait…Maybe I can take you back to Mewni with me! I can shrink you with magic and keep u in my pocket!”
“Star that’s a terrible idea”
“No it’s not! Just think, Marco, giant nachos.”
“Hmm… Less terrible. You’re a master of persuasion.”
Post 6 facts about yourself and then send this to your 10 favorite followers
I totally got this forever ago and then just never answered because I couldn’t think of anything! Whoops!
I love languages. Like, I speak English and French at a conversational level, I’m learning German and Italian, and I have waaaay too many languages I want to learn.
I play piano. I have ever since I was two and now it’s like chilling with an old friend–if that makes sense.
I run a writing club. We’re all a bunch of nerds and they’re all adorable.
I’m going to France. I’ve been waiting for this since I was 7-years-old so I am PUMPED.
I memorize poetry. So far, I’ve got Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe, part of Sonnet 116 by the good ol’ Willy Shakes, Listen to the Mustn’ts by Shel Silverstein, and I’m learning As I Walked Out One Evening by W.H. Auden because why not?
My hair is three colours. It’s like freaking neapolitan ice-cream tbh. I’m growing it back to my natural colour so it’s a blonde-y brown, pink, and yellow-y white right now.
it’s incredible a woman can’t go out on a dress without being harassed at the street! and i’m not even wearing a <i>short</i> dress, I’m wearing a 1940’s knee length red dress with a normal neckline and today as I waited for the bus to take me back at home this creep walked over to me attempting to talk to me, and I stepped away looking at him with disgust… and as soon as he walked away all the confidence my Peggy Carter like red dress gave me went away and I’m so scared!! it’s the second time it happens… the other time it was at the mall and I just walked away preteding to be calmed… but I’m damn scared.
me: *vents to a trusted friend*
*five minutes later*
me: oh no wait i take it back hold on oh no what have i done dON’T READ THAT MESSAGE DON’T RESPOND PRetend it didn’t happen you did not see this weakness dear lord i take it back
Beware the “de-moji,” the harbinger of dating doom :)
Have you ever been dating someone – wait, let me take a step back – have you ever been interested in someone, summoned up enough courage to reach out and strike up a conversation (via text of course, this is the 21st century after all)? You trade a few witty exchanges, and then, when everything’s going roses, you craft the perfectly timed zinger, and he or she responds with a fully realized emoji.
Ohhhh yes! This is tangible progress! The seemingly insignificant symbol represents all your romantic hopes and fantasies wrapped up into one little tiny sunshine shaped smiley face! You’re on the fast track now, Jack! A few more texts are exchanged, and now all the emojis are flowing quite smoothy!
Yes, this is bliss! This means something! Who else would spend the time to reply with an abundance of perfectly chosen iconography, which so accurately reflects the raw power and emotion of what someone is thinking (without having to actually type what they are thinking)? No one, that’s who! They must really like you.
Some days go by, the conversation dwindles. Maybe this person doesn’t respond for over 24 hours (a veritable eternity in the “texting continuum”)…
…the doubts come in, “Did I offend them? Say something stupid?” Probably. Finally they return. “Phew,” you sigh with a gasp of relief. Pleasantries are exchanged, an excuse of busyness or “life” is offered as the reason for their absence, and so you figure, “okay, let’s just pick up where we left off.” You compliment the person on something, and then it happens…
Like a trident to the heart, you’ve been “de-mojied.” What’s de-mojied, you ask? That is when you go from fun, flirtatious texts, ripe with colorful emojis (the volume and frequency of emojis being the true indicator of how much someone actually likes you), to the stark wasteland of 2000-era smiley faces which consist of one colon “:” and a one closed parenthesis “)”. Basically, depending on someone’s romantic interest in you, being de-mojied is when you are demoted from full-color illustrated emoji, to the conventional text emoji. You get the conventional emoji from your mom, or sister, not from a romantic interest.
What was once a brilliant flurry of little colorful illustrations has now been reduced to black and white text. There is no flirtation behind it, barley any emotion, and certainly no intentionality. Gone are the days of vibrant happy faces filling your screen. All the imagination and possibilities are gone and you are left with the cold hard text of a few lifeless keystrokes. The conventional emoji it the harbinger of dating doom. It’s like getting a colonoscopy from a 386 computer! It’s horrible.
Of course I’m speaking in hyperbole, but isn’t this how it can feel sometimes? Basing all our hopes and fears into the tiniest speculation? But it seems like there is a direct correlation between the use and frequency, and type, of emoji used in a text conversation, and the amount that someone is actually interested in you. Does that line up with your experience?