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Hi Hi Y’all,
I am sitting here in the laundry room, trying to multi-task, and decide how I should fix my recently worse than normal time management problems. I find the fact that an annoying building resident has decided to open and spread out three bags of laundry over the table I am sitting at a highly distracted and detractor in this mission of mine. Never the less, I shall work my hardest to execute a decent and productive plan for the rest of my summer and its expected achievements. Let us begin with the goals, shall we:
So, we can break down a few of these I think. The first is a simple explanation of the draft site The Crows Nest Co (Co as the regular site was already taken by some bastard who was considerably inconsiderate of my personal affairs). My podcast is amply named the Crows Nest as to highlight my peculiar and quirky nature. As for themes and topics, season one is set to be a mixed bag of testing material. Not too complicated at the moment. The next break downs I believe would then be my fan fiction page and my fan portal page. I seriously need to keep up with the random requests for a steady schedule of star trek and harry potter based episodes. Further, I would like to increase my pretty much finished 8-9 Volumes of the Maou-sama no Machizukuri! ~Saikyou no Danjon wa Kindai Toshi~ . Next, I would like the catch up of my Marvel and DC related stories and images. They seem to catch quite some attention and I have both fear and hopes for their possible attention by the respected comic companies. Next, I think I have failed at properly showing the support and love towards Chinese web novels such as Against the Gods, Douluo Dalu, Tales of Demons and Gods and 1/2 Prince. Lastly, to focus on the updates of Hakai no Miko, Overlord, Re: Monster in my sites series updates (possible Shadow Hunters as well due to its rising popularity). While, my fan portal just needs an increase of my lovely tender fans not only commenting on my site and social media more but asking for such works.
The only thing I wish to break down is the works of @Outremusings. She is a frequent co-author on web novel series and fan fiction series such as: Star Trek, Hp 1, Hp 2, H x E and AHS. In addition, I have the honor of featuring on her new podcast series and promote her new website, undisclosedmusings.com.
As for these goals, if you have any questions, comments or concerns let me know. Because, trust me, I have a shit ton of them myself.
P.s. I also really need to figure out previous page and next page options don’t I?
Hi Hi Y’all,
Let’s get the ball rolling with today’s 4 topics!
1: Star Vs. The Forces of Evil:
Ok guys, just so you know from jump I am a TomStar shipper. As amazing as the ending of the series was the loss of that and the loss of magic was just too much for my heart (even though everyone was crazy irresponsible and magic probably should of disappeared- poor all magical beings the Mewmans just murdered).
I have 0 ability to write healthy great inspiring friendships. Star and Marco to me was like the ultimate written pair of that inability I have. I didn’t see the need to have them have to be a couple. They could of stayed their own people. I will say, though, in any case based on the relationship Star had with Tom they should have broken up. Seriously, Disney that is not an appropriate example of a relationship to show children.
2: Game of Thrones:
Tonight is the final episode. This season has been a great concept awfully rushed and not fleshed out properly. I SWEAR TO G-D THAT IF THE LEAKS ARE TRUE AND BRAN BECOMES NIGHT KING I AM FLIPPING OUT. He would be a horrible disastrous unfit King.
I once again reaffirm that, besides Tyrion, Sansa is now my favorite character.
3. In Honor of HBO’s new series His Dark Materials, based off an amazing fantasy series written by Philip Pullman, I may be doing a short fan fiction for it:
The current rough draft idea is a young girl of a man who owns a bookshop on the border of the bad part of town and the okay part of town. The opening would be something like this:
The door opened quickly, revealing the sounds of bells and wind. A young girl with messy strawberry hair and mismatched school tights entered the dusty shop. The shop was both bigger than it seemed, as was the case of the entire old building, and smaller than it seemed due to the massive amounts of books stacked everywhere. The presence of a large lioness sleeping off in the side also effected the dimensions quite a bit.
A tall salt and pepper haired man walked out from behind a doorway. A soft smile appearing on his face.
“You’re back sooner than expected.”
The girl huffed her way towards the counter. The tiny rat that had been hiding in her coat scuttled his way out of her clothes and onto the wood. His form shifting quite quickly into that of a bored looking lynx.
“There was no club activities today.”
He smile appeared to grow even gentler.
“I see. Do you want to help with the shop?”
She shook her head no.
“There doesn’t ever seem to really be a need too.”
The older gentleman faked a wince.
“Who taught you to be so mean to your father.”
“Certainly not mom.”
The gentle atmosphere turning somewhat somber and still.
She looked down annoyed.
“I know, I know. She’s on an adventure.”
The room silent till she continued her words.
“What sort of adventure requires a child’s entire lifetime, though….”
Her father cracked a small smile.
“I imagine an adventure that is quite fun.”
4: Confessions Of A Teenage Poet:
It’s a sappy lame poetry book that y’all should check out! It is released late this week on Amazon Kindle!
*Cover by the fabulous @melo_dekelsa *
Hi Hi Y’all
It’s no secret to anyone that in a rousing debate of DC vs Marvel I will always argue the greatness of DC comics. However, I think we all know that cinematically Marvel has been killing it these last few years (and that’s including how over super hero movies some of us are.)
I was forced to see the first part by friends and I can say I wasn’t all that impressed. Besides the major squeals of seeing all the characters come together the pacing felt off, rushed and awkward. The story line didn’t draw me in the way I was expecting and it definitely felt like the whole thing was just made to show epic movie effects of Hero vs. Thanos.
HOWEVER, Endgame was very different. I have no idea how to do that tab that covers up spoilers so DO NOT read the part below if you haven’t seen it and don’t want spoilers. DO NOT. I have separated the sections!
Endgame thoughts & spoilers I will not say Endgame was perfect movie. It was definitely better than part 1 though. The pacing and story made a lot more sense in the massive part of the movie being a huge battle. AND THE BATTLE WAS AMAZING. When I saw my Black Panther cast walk out first I was so hyped. Shuri for the win~ Then when all the portals opened from Doctor Strange I was like this is great. We are getting the arrival of almost every character of the movie series so far!!! [ Minus of course those who died already: ‘Loki’, ‘Black Widow’, ‘Vision’, ‘Quicksilver’ and ‘Yondu’ ] The only disappointment I really had with the battle was not getting good views of those who were fighting between our lovely space crew and a reveal that Loki is indeed alive (whether he fought or not he is our beloved god of mischief!). HERE COMES THE MAJOR SPOILER-REMINDER TO JUMP AHEAD! Even I, who was completely non-invested in the Marvel universe, cried at the end. When it comes to the comics, pre-Robert Downey Jr., Iron Man was a different (more boring) character. However, the comics shifted along with the movies and the character got much more interesting, mostly because it became more like Robert Downey Jr. You could say that out of all the heroes Marvel introduced the starting hero Robert Downey Jr (cough * Iron Man* cough) was always a stand out. I found his solo movies good but not spectacular, However, every time he featured in another movie Iron Man really shined as a character. The character had wit, sarcasm and a sort of anti-hero like vibe. Iron Man consistently went head to head with the goody two shoes and the controversial political bodies. He exhibited what it meant to be in a morally grey area and have to make the best decisions you can in a moment. My favorite part of him was how much everyone thought he would never be the main hero at the end of every event. Even when he proved himself in New York the idea was still Captain America or Thor. He was probably the character I was most invested in and he died. The character I wished for more than anything (especially, after seeing his daughter) to survive died. Once again, it was him – the starter, the beginning, the sarcastic asshole- who made the last sacrificial move. As a writer, I had to say that was a brilliant move. The beginner was the ender. The character revealed its complete development and the whole universe had to acknowledge what Tony Stark really was ( the movie could have given him a statue though). As a comic book lover and a viewer though, I was torn up inside. I actually cried in the theater. One of the characters I most identified with made the choice I think I would make and got the result that I expected to happen. I couldn’t help but cry that it was the human being who used his brain to get more powerful was the ultimate savior. As much as I love overpowered crazily gifted heroes the ones who always inspire me the most are the ones who are just people. It’s great to be sparkly and all but that’s not real even in their universe. A guy who was lucky to born into a wealthy family used his opportunities to make even more opportunities. Other people got to benefit and grow from them and in the eyes of the world grew past him. But to me, the man who provided the opportunities, he was a silent-ish guide and a person who no matter his flaws would make the hard call at the end of the day is the best character out there. At the very least, He should of been more worthy than Captain America to at least pick up that hammer once. Alright, I’ll end spoilers here.
So, my recommendation is that you’ll probably enjoy the movie and should go see it.
Advice from little ‘ol strange me,
Hi Hi Y’all!
So, I am entering massive paper and finals flood for school and will have no time for like anything most likely. McGill can be a sucky school experience. In order to make it up to you guys I am releasing an ENTIRE VOLUME 1 of Fan Fiction for Maou-sama no machizukuri!~Saikyou no danjon wa kindai toshi! That’s 26 chapters and an epilogue completed!
I ALSO prepared OG artwork by DorkMasterXtreme of the main character for my Originals Fan Fiction. It is currently just a post of rough draft pieces written for a story, but will be one of the next Fan Fictions tackled and cleaned up after my finals.
Thank You Guys For Understanding!
Hi Hi Y’all,
I think I’ve met another situation where appreciation doesn’t equal the true understanding of emotional strength in a situation until one’s been in it before: the grind.
I grew up in a middle class family with typical crazy ass middle class problems. My biggest worries were always emotional and based on social dynamics. It’s the sort of crazy that seems particularly less of a problem for those of lower economic status. Where, food, shelter and education tend to be the more prominent concerns. I’m not going to sit here and lie and say I’m approaching that line. Mostly due to fear of a verbal smack down from a friend the first time my thoughts started to head in that direction.
What I will tell you is that for the first time I really am participating in needing to grind through to maintain a semblance of your former economic status.
Let me explain:
(1) Many people know the roots of many of my issues stem from family. This will not ever change. However, there is a way to relieve some of the stress in its most basic attachment, money dependency. If you cut strings that hold you dependent you can find room to breathe. The thought alone is nice, but it isn’t an immediate practical step for the majority kids in my possession. We were never taught to work, budget, or accept basic life style choices others have had to make.
(2) This is were the transition phase starts. Research on what you are exactly dependent on begins. Calculations are made and beautiful word documents created to try and summarize your life by numbers. From there you look at that scary truth and start to try and formulate a plan to afford to pay them. You get your first proper part time job. You start side hustles or free lance work here and there to get the few extra bits of cash. You even maybe get more than one credit card so you can do a new form of balancing act.
(3) Now, we’ve arrived at stage three. You’ve been really at this for awhile. You can sort of do the routine, but it isn’t perfect yet. Your life has become multiple part time jobs/freelancing, school and work comes first mentality, some of your old enjoyments are overpriced unnecessary goods and your new tittle has become minimum payment queen. Your natural 700s credit score is in the 600s because of choices you made to learn how to be an adult… Stage 3.
(4) This is what I mean when I say I am more than just appreciative towards those who are in the grind, because I am now in one as well. It doesn’t matter that my voice is cracked as hell, that my school assigned me a shit ton of work, that I wanted to write a book, or that I wanted to spend more time on myself. If it doesn’t fit in with the flow of the grind of the week it doesn’t fit in. It’s a no.
Yes, I am luckier than most. Yes, I probably shouldn’t ever say I have to live this life when I have people who will be there to catch me when I fall. HOWEVER, what I can say is that I am living a life that makes me my own person. I am living the life an adult. These tough decisions and annoying thought processes are now on my shoulders.
Living your life independent of attachments to others or of your own insecurities is a challenge. I think it is important to take a moment to realize all that you are doing to achieve the goal. You have to admit sometimes it sucks, your tired and you don’t want to do it. Then you need to be proud of yourself for still showing up for the fight.
That’s the grind…
Getting up over and over again.
Ain’t going to let anything stop me from standing up in the morning.
I’m sitting here in the middle of a Nordstrom’s shoe section looking at an angry mom waiting for her sister to show up and a herd of thirteen year old’s “OMG. These are shoes are only 198$. I can totally afford these and still buy concert tickets with my allowance.” I remembered why I always felt alone-different. The motivation I haven’t had for awhile was stagnant in the mall’s air. This is what inspired me years ago. The desire to not be anything like the hometown bubble I grew up in. I never wanted to be someone just pretty on the outside. Similarly, I never wanted to be someone just pretty on the inside. Growing up in nouveau-riche South Florida taught me the importance of both a pretty well liked packaging and the need for an equally pretty content on the inside. My motivation was to be a complete package and to be one in a town that wouldn’t turn future me or my future kids into the very same people I grew up with.
Thinking back to a conversation I had with a friend the other night, I can only agree with him more. Hometowns aren’t always the best to return too. Especially, hometowns like Boca Raton. When we came home three things happened: (i) nostalgia, (ii) reminiscing and (iii) thoughts of the future. If I have ever listened any words of wisdom from therapists, online blog, buddhist monks, friends or family it’s that happiness comes from living in the moments. If you dwell in the past or the future you can never be happy. Returning home for me is a dangerous cancer. It is a set back to growth.
There was the sudden logic to my anxiety and chaotic dislike for being present anywhere in this town. I came to a war barely being able to hold my sword. Just as only Arthur could pull the sword from the stone, not everybody can come back to their hometown and be happy. If I spent my whole life admiring birds for being free, how in the hell can I then find happiness by returning to the same nest I was born to? It is impossible. If I ever fully want to grow up and learn to move on, to get past trials and tribulations, or even just become an adult. I need to accept the fact that all I’ve ever wanted to do was leave the nest. That my decision to admire freedom was never something wrong in the first place.
Motivation is something that will never come easy for me. Biology works against me. However, maybe just remembering what I came from will be a guide to keeping little pieces of it along my road. After all, I am looking at everything I never wanted to become and realizing that yes I may not be the shiny convertible everyone wants to buy, but I am allowing myself to be the beat up Toyota with 60,000+ miles that can’t be fixed up. The person I was and aim to be has aspirations.
Tonight will be a night to try and not think. Since I was kicked out of my house I will do what I always like to do. I will look up at the night sky, listen to the crickets, and imagine a fantastical adventure in the starry landscape I longed to see again.
Tired, Sad and Strangely Motivated,