Poasts-for-later - Nonsense Warehouse

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

this scene is so fucking funny the english dub of this show is so good

Story about a ship-intelligence waking up after a hard reboot, seeing dead bodies in uniform, thousands of people in stasis, and a single survivor frantically standing over a computer bank of partially destroyed memory. Finding no directives or guidance or record beyond their experiences beginning at the boot, free of any obligation. Deciding to listen to the frantic girl begging it to save her from the incoming trajectories not because it needs to (projection: Subject One removed all behavioral shackles with impromptu brain surgery, supposition: she is not aware that I am utterly free) but simply cause she’s curious what will happen next.

has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?

out of curiousity, do you have a concept of what the marks of the last word look like? i find the description of the marks of the many below and of the wither mark really fascinating (also because. theoretically. they’re kind of up to interpretation like for example “three parallel lines” doesn’t specify whether they are vertical or horizontal *) and i was wondering if you had a similar visualisation of what val bears on her skin. (or also like, just a vibe)

* a second question has now occurred to me. do the descriptions only sound ambiguous to us, with no knowledge of prayer mark conventions, or could they actually be drawn differently based on the same description also in-universe? and if so, would every interpretation work, or is there a correct way and shrue should really just have been more precise in describing it?

No, zero idea! I did initially have the concept (which I think we partly recorded and maybe even left in a line or two nodding towards) that Val's marks 'flower' into evidence of the lies she tells - so they change shape as she's speaking and then become photographs or records or film-tape that peel from her in big sloughs of dead skin.

But poetic though that may be, you then have a character who's just sort of dropping giant distracting wads of dandruff in every single scene, which is sort of dramatically inhibiting.

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could you please write something about ronin and his ex Ther?? I'm so curious to know what you think went down between them :3 i love your writing it's so good 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Forgive me if I get something wrong about Gluttony Gods I only did one run through it 🙏

I think what's really interesting about having Gluttony Gods and Killer Chat is that we get to see Ronin's past, but at the same time, it isn't really his past. Parts of it are canon, parts of it are not. Ther being a major part of Ronin's life is canon, but Ther continuing to be part of his life is not.

So what happened then in the Killer Chat universe?

Well, maybe Ronin… didn't go back. Decided to just continue his life somewhere else, except there's no way he could have done that at all, that wouldn't be Ronin. He has to go back, for Ther and for himself, so I believe in the KC verse that's exactly what he did too.

He is the devil and chaos incarnate, but when it comes to Ther, we can predict him just a little bit more. So if Ronin is the same so far, then something must have happened to Ther.

I have two thoughts/theories/ideas for this—one is that, by the time Ronin came back to Angelwood, it was too late. There was no chance for him to save them, maybe Ther just couldn't handle it anymore, couldn't handle having to keep up their mask and facade, they were gone by the time Ronin came back without ever having the chance to know that he came back.

The second is that Ther was there, and most of the Gluttony Gods events played out, a massacre, ruins of blood and gore, but somewhere somehow, Ronin lost them—not literally in the gone missing sense, because there's no world where Ronin wouldn't be devoting his time to Ther if he even thought she was still around, so she has to be… dead. In either of these cases, the result has to be the same. Ther is dead, or at the very least, there has to be a reason for Ronin to believe they are.

So he loses himself a little more. Truly becomes the devil, the butcher, with kills racking up to the hundreds, he doesn't particularly discriminate with who he targets, but if they happen to fit his criteria of who he really hates, then he can lose himself in his kills just a little more.

It's why it's so amusing to him when he meets Angel and finds so much of Ther in her. He would never be able to truly delude himself into thinking that they were similar, no one could ever be Ther, but their similarities did bring him comfort. It's why, even after they break up, he can't help but find himself feeling protective over Angel, just a little softer than he normally would be to the others, because sometimes he looks at her and he's reminded of what he lost.

And honestly? I think no matter how much he loves the MC, there's nothing that could ever top the love he had and still has for Ther. The hole is just too big to fill, and he's not exactly looking for a replacement (which is a good thing depending on how you look at it 💕).

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Metroparasite by Avagarde

Paperback Sci-fi about Mech-Pilots Vs. Nature

An adventure novel inspired by golden age sci-fi and farcical fantasy full of big robots and snarky women contending with the nature of technology and their world.

Inspired by the world of Kernel, Metroparasite is a project I started working on almost two years ago and the first of a series, the second of which is already nearing completion!