I love the phrase “what the entire fuck” because it implies that there exists some scenario that warrants only a “what the partial fuck”.
Well, since there are clearly scenarios which warrant giving zero fucks, it
seems plausible to infer that there exists a 0 … 1 scale of fuckitude, containing a potentially infinite number of fractional fuckery scenarios.Fractional Fuckery Scenarios is going to be my first short story collection.
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shipjumper ENJOY! Tell me what u think. I’ve seen it twice now and cannot wait to buy it, apparently there will be cut scenes and commentary and such.
What We Do in the Shadows + Only Lovers Left Alive = the VC movie the VC fandom has been waiting for. They go in different directions, obviously, one is a dark comedy and the other is indie, beautiful, light angst. Still. YOU CANNOT ARGUE THE MATH.
☜ – when your character sees themselves in the mirror, what do they see? how do they see themselves
I typically do not live anywhere where I have access to mirrors, nor do I go to any extreme to attempt to see my reflection.
But, the world being what it is, I am once in a while in a position to catch a glimpse of myself in the glass.
What do I see?
I see what I am sure many others see: a woman, older but of indeterminate age (the dark gift altered the ability to see me for the age I was when I died, though it is obvious that I am not as young as many of the others), with a mass of blonde hair, with blue (sometimes violet, sometimes grey) eyes, and small, kittenish (to borrow Lestat’s words) features.
I see my brother’s hair.
I see my father’s chin.
I see my mother’s fine cheekbones.
I see my son. Always.
I see my daughter.
And then I pass on.
;A; we all know that 8th child was a daughter!
- “I was the seventh son and the youngest of the three who had lived to manhood” = there were 7 sons
- “And now, after eight children, three living, five dead,"
That 8th child could have been a daughter. What are the odds for it being another son?
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