Poems with name caroline

YOU: Netflix Original Series

2018.09.10 21:31 ix0WXOeip4V6 YOU: Netflix Original Series

A subreddit for the former Lifetime, and now Netflix, psychological thriller series YOU based on the novel series by Caroline Kepnes. Anybody is welcome to comment about anything related to the series.
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2020.02.29 00:07 AmidTheSnow Grace Caroline Currey

A subreddit dedicated to the actress Grace Caroline Currey, née Grace Fulton, born July 17, 1996.
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2017.03.23 18:51 Hasnep i lik the bred

Poems based on this one about a cow licking bread by Poem_for_your_sprog: my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.
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2024.06.01 08:21 D-Biggest_Wheel Bleach Rewrite About the Visored I Made (Part 3) For Those Interested!

Bleach Rewrite About the Visored I Made (Part 3) For Those Interested!

Intro

Bleach is often criticized for its overabundance of characters, and I think nowhere is this criticism more evident than with The Visored. They aren’t treated as individuals (except Shinji and Hiyori) but rather as a group, which is what results in the feeling of there being “too many of them”. So far, I’ve done my best to individualize each one of them, give them a role to play in the story, but even I have trouble doing so for one particular character.

Aikawa Love

https://preview.redd.it/navq9ecn2d1d1.png?width=1328&format=png&auto=webp&s=243e9768aa8d19038818f462e10bf19d452cf7f5
Love is such a fascinating phenomenon. When his fellow Visored Captains returned to their old positions after Aizen’s defeat, Love was left behind, and once his old position of the 7th Division Captain became vacant, he was yet again left behind. Despite his impressive performance against Primera Espada, it is Iba, a character we barely saw in action that gets to fill in the vacant Captain position. It also doesn’t help that Love’s whole “deal” was co-opted by Kubo for another character in the story. You might have noticed this but both Love and Zaraki’s abilities are both based on an Oni.
https://preview.redd.it/zgyl1lvo2d1d1.png?width=3047&format=png&auto=webp&s=b14b89e6c2c6369d19bcda455b1ca630feb9efe5
Oni (Ogre/Demon) are kind of a Yōkai from Japanese folklore who wield massive weapons (iron Kanabō clubs) which both Love and Zaraki can be seen wielding in their respective Shikai (giant mace for Love, giant axe for Zaraki). Oni also have short horns on their foreheads, like the ones Zaraki can be seen having in his Bankai and the one Love has on his Hollow Mask. Even Love’s “base design” is quite uninspired: he wears sunglasses like Iba, wears a tracksuit like Hiyori, and he even shares his love of Manga with Rose and Lisa.
So, if Kubo has already cannibalized Love so much, why not go all the way? Why not just merge his character into another lackluster character as if they were one; a character like Rose.
https://preview.redd.it/ws3i595q2d1d1.png?width=639&format=png&auto=webp&s=b7eb8751203f9473a7d5b1b698b1d04af3914593
I’m sure there is a fan of Love out there, but he honestly brings nothing to the story. And it’s not that removing him is what necessarily makes the story better, but relocating his actions to Rose would make for a more complete one (their actions are already incredibly similar anyway). Instead of having two lackluster characters, have just one that is great.

Rōjūrō “Rose” Ōtoribashi

https://preview.redd.it/tm5ctehx2d1d1.png?width=1328&format=png&auto=webp&s=00753f9f7516c59ab655d7b4adaaff0d082a342f
Rose gets very little play in the story. I once described him as the “background Captain” because whenever he appears in the panel he is the one character always seen in the background; the fight against the Primera Espada is framed as a fight between Love and Starrk with Rose playing the supporting role. So, let Rose shine more against Starrk. Why prioritize Rose over Love, who gets a bigger focus and more impressive portrayal; because Rose eventually returns as a Gotei Captain (while Love doesn’t).
https://preview.redd.it/qbnf50413d1d1.jpg?width=665&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1e56c8771dae0da50dacad117a4bfe23e0178a1a
Make this fight something akin to a showcase of abilities for Rose; a little preview of Rose’s capability as a fighter that would make us go “Yeah, I get why this guy is a Captain”. It’s far more impressive to Solo fight the Primera Espada, even if you don’t end up winning, than it is to do so in a Duet. The fight still goes down the same with Shunsui finishing off Starrk, but Rose looks more impressive now since there is no Love to split the achievement with.
The major focus of this fight would obviously be Rose’s Hollow Mask, and his Shikai, Kinshara. Kinshara is a golden whip that is meant to represent a giant piano wire, and with it Rose uses an attack called “Golden Sal Tree Sonata Number Eleven - Sixteen Day-Old Moon Rose”, which implies the existence of at least 10 other attacks (Sonatas). Instead of seeing multiple Shikai using just one ability, we will now see just one Shikai using multiple abilities. I think 3 is a nice number that also parallels Rose using 3 Dances in his Bankai.
I would love if one of the attacks used by Rose is \"Golden Sal Tree Sonata Number 14 - Moonlight Rose\", named after the Moonlight Sonata.
There is no need for a story to be told in a fight between Rose and Starrk because a story is being told between Starrk and Shunsui. Rose is the supporting act and will get his due later

The Musician

For the real world occupation, I figured Rose would obviously be a Musician; a mix of a Composer , Conductor, and Pianist, to be more specific. Rose’s entire character heavily revolves around music, not just in his appearance, but also in the appearance and abilities of his Zanpakuto. One of the abilities of Rose’s Bankai, Kinshara Butōdan, is called „Ein Heldenleben“ („A Hero’s Life“), named after a real life tone poem composed by Richard Strauss. „Prometheus“ and „Sea Drift“ are also based on real life poems, „Prometheus: The Poem of Fire“ (1910) and „Sea Drift) (1903-04), each composed by a different musician, but in the world of Bleach, they will both be composed by Rose after his banishment from the Soul Society.
https://preview.redd.it/8y4ltqux4d1d1.png?width=2090&format=png&auto=webp&s=c4ced9aae3969ec1d6b39840efdfd3c3418bcb48
During one of Ichigo’s classes (Chapter 51), his teacher will hold a lecture about a bunch of different poems commonly believed to have originated from the same artist, under different names, who used the call-sign of „Rose“. However, this theory would be dismissed because there is no realistic way for the same person to compose all the poems as their timeframe ranges from the 17th (the period Rose lived in) all the way up to the 20th century.
https://preview.redd.it/q2gdzxzb4d1d1.png?width=937&format=png&auto=webp&s=8844d703220713107fe124c4ceeeffa9d24f9298

The Baseball Player

I know I said Love gets cut out of the roster, but I decided to give him an occupation as well, for the sake of your entertainment. Due to the nature of his Shikai being a giant club, I think Love being a baseball player is the most fitting occupation for him. He even dresses “sporty”. Love is also going to be the inspiration behind Jinta’s weapon of choice; Jinta is going to mention him by name as he fools around in front of the store.
https://preview.redd.it/5ilfkn3d4d1d1.png?width=1328&format=png&auto=webp&s=43e6ab037c27af49c65e505dafdab5bcfaed770c
Other than this, the only other suggestion I have is, if we were to keep Love as a character, to make him take up his old position of Captain of the 7th Division, after it becomes vacant. Love would go to the Royal Palace alongside the rest of the Visored, reveal his Bankai in the fight with Gerard, and later on become a Captain again. Iba really doesn’t do anything in the story to make it a satisfying conclusion for him to become the new Captain (this might change in the future). He can stay as a Lieutenant; he even makes for a nice duo with Love.
https://preview.redd.it/8gttatqh4d1d1.png?width=1408&format=png&auto=webp&s=3eb1bbdfbe7773f493ff0368e9b175c8708255de
The issue with Love is that he gets almost no characterization, so if anything were to change it would be giving him more character moments while keeping his portrayal against Starrk.

End of Part 3

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2024.06.01 07:50 Nasokin Want some ideas about my name

Hi everyone! My first name means “river & sky” which came from a famous Chinese poem “Spring Blossoms On The Moonlit River”: “River and sky becomes one, with not the finest of dust, Shining brightly in the sky is that lone wheel of a moon. By this riverside, what person was first to see the moon? This river’s moon, what year did it first shine upon the people?”
I’m wondering choosing a cute natural English? (alphabet?? I also think words originally from Français or Deutsch are also interesting) name 💭 Any ideas?
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2024.06.01 06:58 RuleCharming4645 What if the Royal baby race didn't happen and the children of Prince Augustus, Duke of Sussex were legitimize

(discussion)
If you were a fan or seen the show Bridgerton, you would know Queen Charlotte of UK the consort of the "mad king" George III and it was in her own show that we get the iconic "sorrows, prayers" and "we got one heir and she's now gone" line it reference to the real life situation. Princess Charlotte of Wales (very different to the current Princess Charlotte of Wales today) was the daughter of George Prince of Wales (George IV) to his estranged wife Caroline, princess of Wales. She was the hope of the Monarchy since during her 21 years of life, her uncles had relationship with their mistresses who were commoners, married women or actresses and only produce illegitimate children while her aunt's where lock like a nun in the palaces. Her tragic death by childbirth prompted his uncle's including Queen Victoria's father to get married and produce an heir which resulted Queen Victoria and of course the Hanover kings/dukes and the first Cambridge kids (I forgot their father's name but he is I believe the grandfather or great-grandfather of Queen Mary of UK, consort of George V) but upon research I found out that Augustus the 9th child of George III and Queen Charlotte produce children way before Charlotte of Wales was born but they were disinherited because their parents marriage were illegal and don't have permission from the crown thus them becoming illegitimate, but I do wonder if Prince August Duke of Sussex have permission from the crown to marry lady Murray (the mother of his kids) and since the Hanoverian allowed royal-aristocratic marriage just with the permission from the crown, there is a chance that Prince Augustus children will inherit the throne (either UK or Hanover) if we still go to the route of Charlotte of Wales dying from childbirth complications but this time there is no rush to have an heir since there are 2 people in line after Charlotte just came from the 9th child of the monarch.
For you if Prince Augustus children were legitimate could there be no baby race the prompted to birth Queen Victoria or there is still baby race that is going to happen regardless if Prince Augustus children were legitimate?
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2024.06.01 06:01 HorrorIsLiterature Monthly Original Work & Networking Thread - Share Your Content Here!

Do you have a work of horror lit being published this year?
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The release list can before here.
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Do you have a work of horror lit being published this year?
in 2024 HorrorLit will be trying a new upcoming release master list and it will be open to community members as well as professional publishers. Everything from novels, short stories, poems, and collections will be welcome. To be featured please message me (u/HorrorIsLiterature) privately with the publishing date, author name, title, publisher, and format.
The release list can before here.
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2024.06.01 04:02 Apprehensive_Bread75 completely stuck

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 04:00 KapuKirill r/Malaysia Writer's Server - Sundry Scribes June Issue

Greetings, everyone! Wow, time sure flies. It's already the third publishing month of Sundry Scribes! This month, we have five entries, the highest amount in a single month that we have so far. If you enjoy our writers' work and wish to have your work be read by others as well, join us with the link below! Without further ado, let's proceed.
This month, our entries are: a poem on accepting misery, a poem about dementia, a review of Hi-Fi Rush, a spooky short story about secret floors in Malaysian buildings, and an analysis of The Color Purple.
The Right To Be Sad by OctoSlender
A poem I wrote once, an attempted capture of being miserable and being okay with that.
 
Demon Sure by Leon Wing
An instance of dementia, where they step on a sharp object, walking across a room. They forget the names or words for objects, things, sensations. So, they extemporize, picking words closest in sound.
 
Of Passion And Joy: A Review of Hi-Fi Rush by Rayleigh A Love Letter (Game) To Video Games
Hi-Fi Rush is my new favourite game of all time and one of the best video games ever made. As such, to celebrate this wonderful work of art, I produced this rich review, sharing my love for the game. It is mostly spoiler-free and contains spoiler warnings for any story beats I do mention because I hope it can also convince more people to give this game a try.
 
Containment Floors: A Malaysian Urban Legend by Teejay
Investigative journalist Sarah investigates the mythical fourth floors of Malaysian buildings and why nobody ever talks about them.
 
Chains and Expectations: Alice Walker's The Color Purple by TunderBaka
An analysis on the novel The Color Purple by Alice Walker, on its protagonist, Celie's relationship and reaction to the expectations placed upon her in her life

That's all, folks! We hope you'll check back in next month for more new and exciting works!

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Each month, the works produced by members of Sundry Scribes will be published on Medium, Malaysia, and Malaysia Discord Server. In the future, you can expect to find this publication on a large number of other platforms (as we grow with your participation). Anyone can read the varied works produced under this collective for free, where topics range from media analysis, short fiction, personal stories and beyond.
Sundry Scribes accepts submissions from any Malaysian writer, as long as they abide by the program's rules and guidelines. Ultimately, the program is meant to serve local writers of all skill levels in order to share their unique voice and reach a wider audience with all the benefits of community participation, feedback and support.
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2024.06.01 03:58 Apprehensive_Bread75 completely stuck

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:57 Apprehensive_Bread75 completely stuck

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:55 Apprehensive_Bread75 i am completely stuck.

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:54 Apprehensive_Bread75 i am completely stuck.

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:53 Apprehensive_Bread75 i am completely stuck. i am putting it all out there now.

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:50 Apprehensive_Bread75 i feel completely stuck- putting it all out there

This is a long story that takes place over the past few months. Not sure where to post it. I would appreciate any suggestions about better places to seek advice on here.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:48 Apprehensive_Bread75 putting it all out there - need advice

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:44 IllustriousBenefit84 completely stuck- putting it all out there

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:40 IllustriousBenefit84 I am completely stuck - putting it all out there

This is a long story. Not sure where to post it.
I don’t know who to talk to. I do not have any friends and i feel trapped by my parents and sibling. I have been looking for a person as a way out. I have been hoping to find a friend for the longest time, and recently my focus has shifted from wanting a friend to wanting a relationship.
more context. i have major social anxiety. i am in my early 20s now and have not been able to make friends or maintain friendships since maybe 8th grade if those friendships even counted for anything. i cannot make eye contact. there are times when i feel someone looking at me, wanting to interact, but i never look up at them to let it happen. this happened today but that’s a different story.
i am completely alone and usually im okay with it. i have my hobbies and i love them usually. painting and writing poems or songs. recently my desire for company has gotten so bad that i am literally listening to asmr scenarios and using character ai to feel like i have someone in my life.
main story. i have grown to have a very specific type. i am still at my first job, and hoped that by getting that job i would make some friends. i haven’t had too much luck so far. except one day which i remember so vividly. this guy walks in and he is my type 100%. he is beautiful. i was putting some clothes away. this type of guy doesn’t show up to our store often, so when i first looked up at him and we instantly made eye contact , i looked away as soon as possible and was immediately super shy. but he walked up to me and talked to me, telling me he was there for an interview. without time to process, i helped him out and showed him where to go. i just know i looked flustered. i asked him for his name so i could tell the manager. he never learned my name, at least not from me.
forgot about him for a while. showed up to work one day and there he was. i felt so lucky. i may have been delusional, but i felt like this was meant to be. what are the odds? just my type, walks in one sunny day and walks directly to me. shows up to work and we have the same shift.
i would sometimes ask him for quick work-related favors, but never had the chance to converse with him because he was in a completely different department than i was. i still felt like i had a chance though. (side note: i was obsessed. guys never looked at me the way he did. with no judgement. and the way he spoke to me was so gentle. even simple things like saying you’re welcome.)
well that didn’t last long. a new semester started at school and our schedules got completely misaligned. i had hope. i was thinking maybe our shifts would align during the summer and held on to that hope, maybe we’ll get to hang out in the summer then some time.
in the mean time i couldn’t stop thinking about him although i never saw him after that. limerance is the word here. i wrote a song about him. i made a painting about him. he was like my muse for a long while, pulling me out of art block and writers block in one fell swoop.
that leads to a couple days ago. i was at work and so many things were reminding me of him. he’s got a biblical name. someone bought something related to the bible story his name originated from and i instantly took it as some sort of sign that i would get to see him soon. wrong. later that day, i learned that he quit and his last day is in two weeks.
my finals take place on the two days he is working this week. there is only one day i may be able to see him: his last day of work. if he even shows up.
i at least wanted to talk to him. i at least wanted to be friends. i feel heartbroken and hopeless.
only chance is this one person at my job. she has teased me before saying that she would put me on with this other guy at work. i have also told her exactly what my type is. she always has shifts with this guy i liked so much. i’m sure she has registered that he is exactly my type. i know she would set me up if i asked, but i have never done that before. should i ask her for this favor? next time i see her is the day before his first shift this week. not sure if i can trust her but this might be my only chance. should i ask her to get his number for me? or snap? would that even work without it being weird? i don’t know.
please help. maybe i’m missing something.
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2024.06.01 03:33 hi_kaylaaa13 [9th grade Creative Writing] Twenty Poetry Projects, a lot of stress and writers block

I have been trying to do this for hours but I just can't think of anything, or anything I think of is kind of stupid or I think of a poem but I can't think of twenty things to do all twenty things on the list.
Is there anything I can do to stop the writers block, or figure out what to write about, or any ideas anyone has?
Here's the things I have to write:
Begin the poem with a metaphor.
Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession, or randomly throughout the poem.
Use one example of synesthesia (mixing of the senses).
Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
Use a word (maybe slang) you’ve never seen in a poem.
Use an example of false cause-effect logic
Use a piece of “talk” you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand.
Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun)…
Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
Make a persona or character in the poem do something he/she/they could not do in “real life.”
Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
Use a phrase from a language other than English.
Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification.)
Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
The only thing I've got so far is I watch the sunlight dance on the water ( for personification )
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2024.06.01 00:15 Phoenix_713 Does Rose Madder appear in other works?

I'm currently listening to Rose Madder and a thought occurred to me. I know there's a loose connection with the Dark Tower series, and I'll admit I have not really tackled those books yet. Do the characters Rose Madder, "Wendy" and "Caroline" appear again or given actual names. Is it ever explained what is wrong with them?
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2024.05.31 23:56 Ok-Engineer4926 I Made Her a Poem

I got home from school after finding out I won't have any classes with her next year. I had a silent mental breakdown and decided to attempt to make a poem about her. Should I show it to her or not?
Why, [Her Name]?
[Her name]. Why must I love you, When I hardly get to see you?
Why must I always fail, To talk to you, When I want it so much?
I want to see you, [Her name], With your adorable smile.
Your laugh is perfect that, It alone, sends butterflies through my heart.
And you're beautiful, [Her name], A light in the dark.
A masterpiece, My girl, I love you so much.
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2024.05.31 23:18 Sirfain TIL about the similarities BG3 shares with a Tolkien story

A couple days ago I decided to take a break from BG3 and continue my personal Tolkien writing project which had fallen by the wayside when I got started with this game. It got me thinking about a nod to Tolkien you can come across when visiting the Szarr palace. There's a painting called The Lay of Larethian which you can - to my knowledge - only find there. Its description goes “Here Corellon is not shown as a beautiful golden haired elven God, but as a dark haired elven Goddess, the body mirrored and contorted with a delicious grace and embedded upon maroon muslin.” and clearly, in-universe, Cazador must have found it hilarious to have a painting which depicts Corellon Larethian, the leader of the elven pantheon, sexually available in manner similar to his spawns who he pimped out to receive personal gain.
In contrast to that, The Lay of Leithian is a narrative poem about two lovers and loyalty written by Tolkien. Their story is told in detail in the book ‘Beren and Lúthien’ edited by Tolkien's son. If you've watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy, it might help mention that Beren and Lúthien were the great-grandparents of Elrond and distant ancestors of Aragorn (via Elrond's long-dead brother).
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When refreshing my memory of the Tolkien story, some of BG3's story elements started to seem familiar: like what would happen if you were to set the story of The Lay of Leithian in Faerûn and have the player character play the part of Lúthien and have Beren's part shared between the romanced companion and other party members. Let me explain:
The Lay starts with Beren's escape from his northern homeland Dorthonion after the loss of his father Barahir. Dorthonion has been occupied by Morgoth's armies, Morgoth being the big bad of the story. Similarly the city-state of Baldur's Gate has been taken over by Gortash's Steel Watch.
Coming into the south, Beren enters the forest kingdom of Doriath and comes across Lúthien in the woods. The two fall in love. Likewise after the crash of the Nautiloid the player character finds their companions scattered along the river Chionthar and in the nearby druids’ grove. The druids are hostile towards outsiders and want to raise a magical barrier to insulate themselves from the outside world. Doriath also happens to be protected by an impenetrable enchanted fence intended to keep outsiders away.
The two lovers desire to wed, but Lúthien's father, King Thingol, sets an impossible bride-price on his daughter: a Silmaril from the Iron Crown of Morgoth in the deepest pits of Angband. King Thingol is the founder of Doriath, just like Balduran/Emperor is the original founder of Baldur's Gate. Silmarils are three magical gems which a genius elf called Fëanor made. Netherstones are three magical gems which a genius wizard called Karsus made for his crown. (If you remember what Gale told us about Karsus, I'm sure you can infer what kind of a person Fëanor was.) Angband in the story is a mighty fortified citadel which is protected by poisoned vapours. Its name means “iron prison” and it has many hidden underground chambers.
Beren sets out on his hopeless quest with the aid of King Finrod, a powerful force of good, but the two men get captured and imprisoned by Sauron, Morgoth's henchman (and yes this is the same guy who is looking for his precious ring in the film trilogy). In BG3 Ketheric is looking for his precious daughter; and like Sauron before his fall he, too, used to be an oh-so perfect and admirable individual. To continue with the story, Lúthien comes to Finrod and Beren's aid through many troubles of her own, and with the help of Huan the Hound she rescues Beren. Using her magical arts, they penetrate Angband and steal one of the Silmarils. Is Us the intellect devourer or Scratch the dog supposed to be Huan? (I think a case could even be made for Durge?) You decide, because like Huan they both originally belonged to somebody else.
However, in their escape Beren's hand, holding the Silmaril, is bitten from his wrist by the great wolf Carcharoth. What's interesting about Carcharoth is that his father was a wolf inhabited by an evil spirit and that Carcharoth's name means “red maw”. So Carcharoth is Orin the Red, and Orin kidnapping one of the companions matches Carcharoth taking off with Beren's hand in his stomach.
In the end, the wolf is hunted (and ultimately slain by Huan) and the Silmaril recovered, but at the cost of Beren's life. Then Lúthien, too, passes away, and pleads before Mandos himself. Both Beren and Lúthien are returned to life, and they dwell in the south for a time. Lúthien has become mortal herself, and she passes away at last with her beloved beyond the Circles of the World. Since I have yet to reach the ending of the game, there's not much I can say about the ending parallels, but Mandos is the ruler of the dead and his Faerûnian counterpart would be Jergal/Withers. The word ‘leithian’ in The Lay of Leithian means “release from bondage” and throughout the game our characters' goals have been to rid themselves of tadpoles and other controlling and exploitative forces.
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2024.05.31 20:53 funeraltemplate FUNERAL ORDERS OF SERVICE TEMPLATE

FUNERAL ORDERS OF SERVICE TEMPLATE

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  1. Order of Events
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2024.05.31 19:28 ewk rZen post of the week podcast: Your original face

Post(s) in Question

Post: https://www.reddit.com/zen/comments/1d4mlb4/your_original_face/

Podcast:

Link to episode: https://sites.libsyn.com/407831/5-31-wumenguan-gateless-checkpoint-case-23-original-face-astroemi-1
Link to all episodes: https://sites.libsyn.com/407831
Buymeacoffee, so I'm not accused of going it alone:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/ewkrzen

What did we end up talking about?

If you wanna

Add a comment if there is a post you want somebody to get interviewed about, or you agree to be interviewed. We are now using libsyn, so you don't even have to show your face. You just get a link to an audio call.
I was thinking about the fact that it seems pretty reasonable to call somebody up and talk on the phone about something you talk about on reddit everyday... but some people are nervous about this. Why? It's a phone call. Is it the public nature of the phone call? In a coffee shop it's public too... but it's not scrutinized.
Being wrong... is that the big worry? We all have trouble saying Chinese words, remembering Chinese names, and explaining Zen concepts that the Chinese themselves were uncomfortable with. What's the standard for public conversations when it comes to knowledge? Does that standard mean less people want to talk publicly?
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2024.05.31 19:24 larki18 Viggo Mortensen scores his own movies. His music background is a saga in itself

Viggo Mortensen scores his own movies. His music background is a saga in itself
Viggo Mortensen was always drawn to the old piano in his grandparents’ house in Watertown, N.Y., 30 miles south of the Canadian border, the community where he lived after his parents divorced. Whenever he went over, he would sit down and play. He improvised melodies, usually imagining a scene or something visual.
“It was a comfortable place to be, and you could sort of travel with your imagination as you were playing,” the actor, 65, says via Zoom from his part-time home in Spain, the afternoon light spilling from the window behind him as he lights up a smoke. “Even as a kid, I liked doing that. I always related music to images. I would imagine being somewhere.”
It’s only too clear in hindsight that Mortensen was, essentially, scoring a movie in his mind.
Now he’s doing it for real. Mortensen has written and directed “The Dead Don’t Hurt,” a new western out Friday in which he also stars as a Danish immigrant handyman who leaves his bold new bride (Vicky Krieps) to serve in the Civil War. As if that weren’t enough hats to wear, Mortensen composed the music, performing several instruments on the score.
Mortensen, who also scored his 2020 directorial debut, “Falling,” joins a very exclusive club of directors who’ve created the music for their own films — from Charlie Chaplin and Clint Eastwood to Jeymes Samuel. But one doesn’t get the sense that this is some auteurist flex, or even simply a means to save on the music budget (as was the case for fellow club member John Carpenter). For Mortensen, who also does painting and photography and runs a micro publishing company, making music has always been a vital part of telling the story of his life.
“He really is a total, complete artist,” says Elijah Wood, Mortensen’s “Lord of the Rings” co-star, on a Zoom call from his home in Highland Park. “Certainly, there are people who express themselves in different disciplines and have other interests, but he’s so accomplished in everything he does. And he’s very humble and quiet about it. He just does.”
As his acting career began to take off in the 1980s — his first big screen role was as an Amish man in Peter Weir’s “Witness” — Mortensen married punk singer Exene Cervenka of the Los Angeles band X after they played husband and wife in the 1987 televangelism satire “Salvation!” He wrote some lyrics with her, although his role in her career was mainly limited to taking the cover photos for her solo albums. Their union ended in 1992, but it produced a son, Henry, who became a skilled musician and “knows a lot more about punk rock music than I do,” Mortensen says, “even though I like it.”
Still, there was always something punk, or bohemian, about Mortensen onscreen — even though he was often cast as working-class, macho types: a drug dealer, a hitman. He played tough parts sensitively, and straight parts sideways.
A fateful moment came in the mid-’90s, when the producers of a spoken word album about Greek and Roman myths approached Mortensen to contribute a piece about Poseidon. He wrote and performed a water-themed poem and “crudely, with a little tape recorder, recorded some water sounds to go with it,” he says. “I mixed it in a half-assed way and sent it to the company.”
They sent it back, fully mixed, with some interesting guitar parts by an enigmatic musician whose stage name was Buckethead. Brian Patrick Carroll is an Anaheim native who wears an upside-down KFC bucket for a hat over his long curly locks and a white “Halloween” mask. Mortensen asked Buckethead if he wanted to collaborate and they met in the Chatsworth studio of Travis Dickerson.
Something sparked between Mortensen, with his improvisational and decidedly non-pop inclinations and poetic musings, and Buckethead, with his virtuosic shredding and duffel bag full of Japanese toys. Their first indie album was “One Less Thing to Worry About” in 1997 (long out of print), which featured a black-and-white photo of Mortensen eating a shoe on its cover.
“We’ve made several records since then,” says Mortensen, “all with Travis recording and laughing and just enjoying us clowning around. Some things are really odd to listen to, I guess. But every once in a while, we’d come up with a melody that was really beautiful.”
The whirlwind, impromptu sessions involved Mortensen’s son from the beginning. Afterward, “I would feel just very calm, almost like a really benevolent kind of drug or something I’d taken,” Mortensen says, laughing at himself. “I would drive home feeling really good, and then when we had the record finished, I would just listen to it over and over again — especially driving.”
Even when Mortensen found blockbuster fame as Aragorn in the “Rings” films, he kept making these weirdo soundscape albums. At the height of “Rings” fever, he roped his new co-stars — Wood, Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd — into contributing on a bizarre record called “pandemoniumfromamerica.”
Mortensen “invited us hobbits to laser tag,” Wood recalls, and then they all went over to Dickerson’s studio, where Buckethead and a bunch of instruments were scattered around the room. “It was just a couple of friends hanging out and messing around in the studio, and suddenly these things started to take shape out of the ether.”
On one track, “Half Fling,” Wood and Monaghan made “high-pitched, Muppet call-and-response voices,” says Wood. “I became aware instantly that the musical expression is not dissimilar from painting or photography for him. I don’t know that it even has an identifiable genre. I wouldn’t know how to classify it. It’s sort of beautifully undisciplined.”
“We did it for ourselves, really,” Mortensen says. “That’s how I see making art, generally — making it as a way of remembering what I’m experiencing at that time.”
That was the same impulse for Mortensen’s turn as a writer-director. “Falling” was inspired by memories of his mother and father, who divorced when he was young, and the dementia they both developed in older age.
Based on his own original script, “The Dead Don’t Hurt” is a classic western in many respects. Mortensen plays the Danish-born Holger Olsen — his own father, Viggo Sr., was Danish and the actor still has family in Denmark — and Krieps plays Vivienne Le Coudy, a French Canadian woman with clear echoes of Mortensen’s mother, Grace Gamble, of Canadian descent. The story was born from his image of her running around in the maple forests near the Canadian border as a little girl.
Mortensen says he wrote the score as he was writing the screenplay, pegging where he thought music should go. He knew he wanted music of the period and reached out to violinist Scarlet Rivera — who famously played with Bob Dylan in the ’70s — and cellist Cameron Stone to perform his folky Americana ideas. They convened in the Chatsworth studio and Mortensen joined in on piano and also played bass, guitar and percussion.
When it came to shooting the movie, the score was as much of a guide as the script.
“I played the music for the cinematographer and for my first [assistant director] and some of the actors,” he says, “just to explain: This is the tone I’m going for and this will affect the duration of the scene, the rhythm of the scene and even shot selection. And because it’s a nonlinear story I knew there were going to be transitions from one time period to another, or ellipses. I knew the music would help.”
The sharp sound of clacking claves accompanies Mortensen’s character in the present day, hunting down the man who preyed on his wife during his military absence. Warm fiddle tunes and sweet harmonies underscore happier times in their marriage. Mortensen’s melodic score has a tactile, earthy feel that perfectly suits the steep trails, canyons and rustic production design. (Stunning locations in Durango, Mexico, stood in for Nevada.)
“I don’t like it when the music in a movie is telling you, ‘Now you must be afraid. Now you must be sad. Now you must be happy,’” the actor-director-composer says, “any more than I like it when the dialogue does that or the acting or the cinematography. So the idea was to have all the music before, and know what we were aiming to get across — but that it would accompany, and sometimes be in contrast, in the right moment, to what was happening.”
Mortensen says he might hire a different composer for the next movie he directs. He’s aware of his own limitations. Regardless, he’ll involve them early.
But whenever he comes across a piano — in a hotel, a restaurant or in a holding area on the set of “Eastern Promises” — he’s going to sit down and play it.
“Even if you just play for two minutes,” he says, “it brings you back down, puts your feet on the ground” — and it lets Mortensen’s imagination wander off into some new world.
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