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reblog to enter ~ends 6th September~! itâs been a whole year since my last giveaway, once again Iâll be drawing two winners on my bday⌠GOOD LUCK
ends tomorrow!
Something else Iâve been thinking about, wrt Pacific Rim and its resonance with millennials.
Itâs a disaster movie, an apocalypse movie, thatâs not afraid of technology. Machines, computers, the work of human handsâtheyâre going to save us all.
This isnât a story about robots turning on their creators.  This is a story where the most intimate connection you can experience with another person, the Drift, exists because somebody built a machine to make it happen.
You get so many apocalypse movies that are a little bit afraid of technology, of robots, of science. Â Where the too-proud scientists went too far and called disaster down upon us, or humanity tried to play god and created a plague/a weapon/woke something bigger and greater than us.
This is an apocalypse movie where (besides one throwaway line about the atmosphere) the end of the world isnât our fault.  Where the things that humanity strives for, to gain more knowledge, to make us greater, donât all backfire on us due to hubris, they actually make us greater.
And maybe previous generations are used to being told that the end of the world isnât their fault, but for us?  Itâs all cell phones, iPods, computer games, bloggers, theyâre ripping society apart at its seams.  Movies give us zombie viruses and Skynet and Cylons and culture tells us convenience is bad, itâs greedy, itâs wrong even as weâre inundated with new technology on every side.
This is a movie where humanity didnât accidentally destroy the world by wanting more.  Where technology, the sort of thing our generation grew up loving and using and surrounding ourselves with, the sort of thing that older generations are still a little afraid of, isnât evil.
Weâre not evil, as humans, as people who are curious, who want to invent, who like gadgets and wires and talk to each other through machines. Â Curiosity-technology-innovation may be dangerous, drifting with a Kaiju may be dangerous, but it saves the world. Â Giant robots save the world.
Score one for the generation that grew up on the internet.
Itâs a disaster film that isnât steeped in American Protestantism and it makes a big big difference.
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Ive gone too far in this freakin train
some people believe that being bi is 50% straight and 50% gay, but in fact itâs 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% pain, and 100% reason to remember the name
Perfect Symmetry
pairing:Â seung-gil lee/phichit chulanont, seungchuchu word count: 7730 summary:Â
âDon't you have somewhere to be?â Seung-gil asks, his lungs burning.For once in his life he wishes his voice had taken on the harsh tone that heâs so often accused of having. The tone that he does without his full intent that causes those hurt eyes, hurried steps and blessed distance. But the voice that's pried out of his mouth is a ragged, lonely thing for a ragged, lonesome man.
The warm fingers pressed against Seung-gilâs cheek stay steady as Phichit Chulanont tilts his head ever so slightly. Seung-gil notices, absentmindedly, that Phichit Chulanont is wearing one of the most serious expressions that heâs ever seen on the other man.
Phichit Chulanont licks his lips thoughtfully and asks, âWhere else would I want to be but here?â
Their story, from Four Continents to Pyeongchang. notes: I have at least three more chapters but reserve the right to turn it into five. I would also be eternally grateful for a beta if anyone is interested. Also hmu on twitter and throw prompts and or hcs at me to keep me alive
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The Great Big Love Live Survey
Because I am a dork.Â
I got very bored waiting for uni to start again, and I love Love Live! so then this survey happened so I can, like, do math on the results and see once and for all who the most popular girl is etc etc etcÂ
If youâve watched the show or play the app, would you mind taking it? None of the more touchy subjects (age/location data) are mandatory.
The survey is here.Â

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pairing:Â kuroo/yaku, unspecified prior word count: 2,608 summary:Â kuroo leans, yaku tries to push back, and then they kiss. notes:Â for day four of haikyuurarepairweekend! (ardor / âMaybe you donât need the whole world to love you, you know. Maybe you just need one person.â - Kermit the Frog) Â iâve had this mostly done forever, just kissing and set and canon! i might write something less sfw for them later~
I donât normally do my final final edits on a physical copy, but yesterday I got the urge and printed it out to go over it today. GOOD THING TOO BECAUSE THAT GIANT PIECE OF JUNK YOU SEE IN THE BACKGROUND? WILL NOT BOOT THIS MORNING
A rant on snap story had to turn into a video because I love the lesbian community but we really have to get our shit together.

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having fouuuur things 90% done for kurodai bingo totaling to like 10k but feeling meh after traveling and missing the deadline I'll post them eventually. i still want to do a thing for hq rare pair weekend and a couple of other things dndndbe
I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.
I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who canât pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 Newsâwith startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.
I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.
I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.
I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.
I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.
I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignifiedâeven when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.
I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.
I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.
I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.
I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.
I want to see Demeter with the best garden youâve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.
I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?
I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.
I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a womenâs shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.
Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.