If you were put in charge of rewriting Thane's role and death scene in ME3, what would you do differently? Would you give everyone but Sihas a death scene? Or would you save him across the board? What situations would you see fit for killing him off? Have fun answering this one. It's certainly interesting to think about.
Well, the thing is, some parts I can’t answer because they’re how I’ll handle things in my upcoming ME3 story. I don’t want to spoil things! But, I will tell you this: I would give options to save him across the board. Simply because he isn’t romanced doesn’t mean that Shepard can’t care for him and Thane care for him/her in return. Besides, it’s not just Shepard that Thane lives for—he’s reconnected with Kolyat, and that has to mean something.
Speaking of our favorite angsty teenager, he would have a bigger role as well, but doing what I am not at liberty to say. ^_^
As for killing Thane off, I like the idea of how other missions in ME3 were handled, where if you just fucked around and didn’t do them, then eventually the person you were going to help out would meet an untimely end. In this case, I would imagine that Thane would go out IN BATTLE, meaning he would die on the field, perhaps in an attempt to secure an exit off the Citadel for Kolyat (which would ultimately work, but Thane would fall during it). No dying in bed for my Thane, even if he does give a lovely little heart felt prayer. No, he will die as he wanted to.
Heylo ! How have you been? Whatcha been up 2? Got any plans for the summer? :D
I have been doing well! How about you??
I’ve just been working—teaching a summer class is fun, but it is fast paced and leaves me without a lot of time. However, in a little over two weeks, my most favorite person in the world is coming to visit me, and we will have a crapton of shenanigans in San Francisco and then Yosemite. I can’t wait!!!!
Do you ever have Mass Effect dreams? Or if not, what was the weirdest dream you've ever had?
No Mass Effect dreams that I can remember!
But, oh weird dreams, I used to have them all the time. Now all my dreams consist of are nightmares of me forgetting to bring copies of the finals for classes or showing up on the first day without the syllabus, etc. My mind is boring now!
But one of my crazy dreams was this one that kept repeating all night: I was on this quest of sorts. It took me through a forest of glittery pink trees where pink petals drifted in the breeze. Out of each tree, a unicorn’s head had grown, and they stared at me as I walked past.
Eventually, I arrived at a castle. On the dais, there was a key nestled on a red velvet pillow. That was, apparently, what I had to retrieve. But, as I grabbed it, hands suddenly descended from the high vaulted ceilings and yanked me up into thick, draping spiderwebs with fat, bloated spiders sitting amongst them. There were the wrapped remains of other adventurers, all in a state of decay, and each one had red eyes as they stared at me.
And then the dream would start over.
I went through this several times until, right before I was going to grab the key, I remembered what had happened. And, grabbing it again, I jumped back just as the trap was triggered. I wasn’t yanked up, and the dream ended for real.
I am, actually! I am in the process of organizing my notes and getting a story outline together. I already know what the first chapter is going to be. I have a pretty good idea of what the last chapter is going to be. I know what some milestones are going to be in the middle. I just have to connect the arc.
So it IS coming. I just need to get all the planning out of the way first. ^_^
I know I'm three hours late to the party, but bare with me here. From your talking about your ex, I take it that you are mostly straight. If you ever found a woman that you absolutely loved, would you be hesitant to pursue her and openly declare a relationship in public or to family? How about a man who used to be a woman? In the case of the latter, would you just not tell anyone about the change and let them believe your partner was born male?
I don’t think it’s quite safe to assume anything about my sexuality given the sparse details that I post here. ^_^ But here are the answers to your questions.
1) I wouldn’t hesitate to pursue her at all. I also wouldn’t hesitate to declare it public—or at least as public as I normally make such things. Talking to my family about it would be… challenging, but I’d do that too. My extended family already believes I’m of the Devil’s party, so no love lost there.
2) I don’t think this is an issue at all. And whether or not I tell anyone about the change depends on my partner’s wishes—I am not in the habit of prattling on about information that is not mine to share.
Oh, the fun and casual professor! If ever I get to your level I want to be addressed as “monsieur” Mmmm… yes.. quite
I am very fun and casual, actually! I am always telling jokes, making the class laugh with funny stories to illustrate my point. Of course, if they get out of line, I snarl back like a raging dragon… And they snap to attention right quick. Always scarier when the person who never gets mad suddenly gets mad!
So what's up with all the sexy questions?? Okay, I'll ask you one, running the risk of looking like a complete and total creep (sorry, too tempting): what's your favorite masturbation routine/technique/whatever? Toys, weird fruits, fingers only, "mind over matter"??
Depends on the time that I have, really. Fingers get me off really fast, coupled with an appropriately spicy fantasy, of course. But I tend to enjoy myself more with my little friend who lives in the dresser (in a Toms bag, actually. HA!). So, it varies!
You are such a tease. It's not called Not-enough-information Tuesday. All right then. Name one thing that always perplexed you about sex.
Toooo baaaaaaad!!!!! XD
Something that has perplexed me: this isn’t really a “one thing” but sometimes I just kind of get squicked out on the whole deal? Like, dude, there are a lot of fluids here. And do you see how this flesh is rippling like rolling waves in the sea? Kind of gross. And hair. And sweat? Jesus, don’t get me started on that. Sometimes I feel like we should lay down drop cloths first, you know?
Oh god, I have so many of them, more and more as of late, but I never know which ones are weird and which ones aren’t. I always think they’re normal, and then I feel awkward because it’s like, oh jeez, what if they AREN’T???
So how about this: one of mine involves people on Tumblr. Not saying who. That’s all you get. ^_~
All right, fine. How about this: I have a mole on my tummy. It’s like right above my left hip. You’d really only see it if I got naked in front of you because it’s too low for me to show it off normally (not that I’m in the habit of showing off moles). It is the only mole I have. And now you all know without having to suffer seeing me naked.
Tag! You’re it! The rules are to state 10 random facts about yourself. Then, go to ten blogs and tell them that they are it.
When I was in first grade a boy tried to look up my dress and I punched him in the face. I got in trouble for it by school administrators. My mom, however, cheered me on at home.
When I was in sixth grade, the entire class got detention on a day that I was out. When I got back to school, I found out I had to serve detention as well. I wrote a passionate manifesto detailing the injustice of the act. My teacher was unmoved. My mom was though. She took me out of school that day and got me ice cream.
My mom is awesome.
Our first family computer ran on DOS. My dad and I were the only ones who knew how to use it. When we finally got Windows, using the mouse was like fucking MAGIC.
I hate cotton candy but a part of me always wishes that I liked it because it’s so colorful and pretty.
We had several goats when I was growing up. My brother and I used to gather greens from around the yard and feed them ‘salads.’
I kept a pet tarantula I found outside in the yard for about a week before sleep deprivation due to extreme terror forced me to let it loose again. Far away from the house, of course.
During my childhood, I would always find myself, at varying points in time, caught between two friends vying for my attention.
I hate grape-flavored things (aka purple-flavored).
My first game console (besides the computer) was a Sega Genesis. I saved all my allowance to buy one. It was $100 at the time, and my first game was Sonic Spinball (it came with it).
I know that Tara is drunk when she texts me with her new tat idea for her and her boyfriend: “‘let slip the dogs of war’ over our junk”
To which I respond: “No, no, on your junk, ‘cry havoc.’ on his, ‘let slip the dogs of war.’ It’s like those friendship necklaces where the heart is in half with best friends split across them. Except nerdier and sexier.”
And I saw these charming flyers posted on various poles. Obviously I tore them down so that I could share them with you. They sound pretty legit, right?
Technological Manipulation of the American Public
From remote locations, computers are used to clandestinely place phrases into the hearing reception center of your brain. The subject of this believes that they talk to imaginary friends a lot (ruse acquaintances, supervisors. celebrities, and politicians are used because we have an affinity (good and bad) towards these types…we flow with the conversational manipulation better).
I looked up “hypnotism” on Wikipedia and leaned that it entails, simple, various forms of suggestion directed at the subject and the subject’s natural stopping (at least to a significant extent) the brain activity that is attendant receiving the stimuli; automatic thought processing will transpire entailing retrieval of short and long term emmory that relates to the imposed suggestion. Hypnotists call this process “automatisms”, whereby the subject automatically retrieves related thoughts, and, usually expresses some reactive. Instead of more cognitive & independently thought out, response.
How we are tracked: Each persons’ brain has very distinct natural electrical emissions to which a human tracking number is assigned. Then, searcher medium (e.g., micro and radio waves) are attached. There are remote computers which store your tracking number, name, date of birth, sex, religious and sexual persuasion, friends’ and acquaintances’ information, all of which are used for criminally influencing you with inserted computer programmed conversational skits; you converse with a ruse cast of characters. Web Query: “mind control and US patents”.
Application of the above technology, therefore, entails our hypnotism and the so called suggestion effect (“automatisms”). We are thus forced to toil with things unduly or inordinately, including on matters for which we are already resolved. The purpose: it keeps us busy while the perpetrators steal and exercise their control lust. While we are not telepathic, hypnotists want those of us who are aware something is going on, believing we are, because it encourages the subject to engage in rapport with a benign cast of characters; if we don’t believe we are being manipulated by a controller we provide feedback for more thorough influencing…we participate in our own control better. Use critical thinking to spot their intents…typically to polarize & keep you busy with other members of society.
Solution: Spread the word. Once regularly discussed, compromised leaders, both sides of the aisle, will take action since we are being manipulated. The 3 reasons leaders have not stopped this: (a) They are fearful of the usage of WMD by the imposters AND are too manipulated / kept busy to have adequately met and conferred on how to stop it (and are therefore in need of publicity to enable them); (b) they are selfish and manipulative themselves; (c) they are criminally implicated in our abuse through ordering the usage of the remote technology.
Vote only for who you believe are type (a).
When you are alone talking to imaginary friends and the discussion is (1) detailed, (2) is with supervisors, friends, lovers, or celebrities, and (3) it seems like you can almost feel what the other person feels like, you are being influenced with remote based computer programmed conversational skits.
How we are technologically manipulated from a remote location:
Each person’s natural & distinct electrical cerebral emissions are assigned human tracking numbers. Our emissions are then constantly attached to thru usage of tracking medium (such as radio and microwave) which also have an open channel for transferring speech into and from our heads (i.e., our emissions are used like a transistor inside a radio). There are computers, programmed by operators for conversational manipulation, at the other end of the tracker medium whereat our tracking numbers and other information such as name, sex, family members, likes, and dislikes, etc., are stored. Libraried conversational skits, designed to make it appear that you talk to yourself a lot with persons you are aware of (for better influencing impact), are applied into our hearing reception centers. Web query: Mind Control and US Patents.
Solution: Spread the word to permit that these manipulations become commonly discussed by the general public so that compromised leaders on both sides of the aisle will no longer be able to ignore it. It is inconsistent with our laws and therefore must be prosecuted if discussed out loud on a regular basis.
The 3 reasons leaders have not stopped this: (a) They are fearful of the usage of WMD by the imposters AND are too manipulated / kept busy to have adequately met and conferred on how to stop it (and are therefore in need of publicity to enable them); (b) they are selfish and manipulative themselves; (c) they are criminally implicated in our abuse through ordering the usage of the remote technology.
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Darling, you are, hands-down, one of my favorite people. Do you know that I still remember the first time we interacted on tumblr? Mostly because it was when I had first joined and didn’t know what I was doing and made an ass out of myself. You called me on it. HA!
My deepest wish is that we can write together forever. Also that we can dress up and go drinking. SOMEDAY!!!