Unhealthily obsessed with video games, anime, Disney, or some sick combination of the three
One of the most sleep-deprived majors, but also surprisingly chipper (there are exceptions)
Instantly recognizable by their triforce t-shirts or Pokemon Go snapbacks
In spite of everything, they have the highest population of straight-edge asexuals
If you weren’t straight edge and celibate before, then prepare to be, because you’re about to disown all bodily urges and dedicate your life to drawing cartoon animals
Illustration
Like Animation majors, but cooler and much better taste in fashion. A little less tech-savvy, though
Comic book nerds
Painting & Drawing
A friend of mine once said, “People who love animation go into animation. Then they realize it’s a ton of work and switch to illustration. Then they realize THAT’S a ton of work and switch into Painting & Drawing.”
Highest percentage of colorful hair and weird tattoos/piercings
grunge
Listen to music you’ve never heard of
Smoke a LOT, asthmatics beware
Ceramics
Kinda stereotypical stoners or high level artsy kids, but not that pretentious
Somehow even more conceptual and indie than P&D
Behind the ceramics building, there’s a sculpture garden of all the sculptures of students past. Every night, the campus closes at 4AM. They say it’s for security, but I say it’s because the sculptures all come to life at that point. I mean, think about it. The whole “spooky midnight hour” is so cliche, I don’t know anyone who DOESN’T stay up till midnight at least once a week. But 4AM? That’s the true witching hour. The hour that belongs only to the living sculptures (and architecture majors I guess)
Glass
Frankly, the least hygienic major
All the males and most of the females have a rank odor after being sweatily hunched over the steaming hot forges for too long
Might be stoners, but the chill, easy-to-hang-out-with stoners
Probably the most like a real family. I always walk by the Glass Studio at night and feel the breeze of warm air from their fire, catch a riff of tasteful classic rock, and hear the echoes of genuine laughter from within. It must be nice to have a home.
Jewelry
I dunno, I’ve never met one. They put on some sick gallery shows, though.
Graphic Design
In spite of Graphic Design as an art not being super emotional or indie compared to, say, Painting, the GD majors are probably some of the most tortured souls I’ve met
I used to be best friends/date a GD major and watched before my eyes as she was crushed by the world around her from Freshman to Junior year. Honestly I’m not sure if she still goes here. We don’t talk anymore, it’s too painful. I miss her, or rather, I miss the person she used to be. The person she used to be before Graphic Design.
I’m now roommates with a poor little GD Freshman, and I worry about her every day. Not as a lover like with the last one, but as a parent. What will happen to her? How long will she last? Cheyenne, if you’re reading this, run away while you still can.
Gets excited about fonts and kerning.
I don’t really know what kerning is.
Photography
Outdoorsy and nature loving hippies
The chillest major, I envy them
Photography IS hard work, don’t get me wrong, but come ON! You travel to a beautiful mountain spring, snap a few pictures, and call it a day
Never need to pull all-nighters
Seriously, I deeply respect Photography as an art and all BUT
Film
Some of them are also outdoorsy and nature loving hippies, the rest are hipSTERS
“I don’t watch ‘movies.’ I watch Films.”
Apparently they have something of a drug problem, i.e., half the class comes in stoned
My friend Chris said one of the film teachers plays Porno he made in class, I’m not sure if he was messing with me or not
Architecture
Oh boy, Architecture
The coldest hearts of any major
The only nice Architecture majors are the first years. After that last final, something inside of them breaks. At that point they either crawl to a different major in submission, or become as sharp, straight, and lifeless as the buildings which they spend so much time designing
They literally do not sleep
Seriously, I was pulling an all-nighter last week (since the Architecture place is the only place open 24/7) and I swear to god there was an entire CLASSFULL of the Architects up and jamming from 10pm to 7am. I tried to sleep, but the Architecture majors just wouldn’t quit. Also, it was so cold there. So cold. Cold from the hearts of fifth-year Architects. I’m bringing my winter backpacking sleeping bag next time.
Industrial Design
Mostly foreign exchange students, especially Chinese, Indian, and Korean
I don’t speak Chinese, Indian, OR Korean so I can’t say much else
Vaguely like Architecture majors, only they appear to have a normal spectrum of human emotions
Interactive Design
What is Interactive Design? Honestly I don’t really know. Like making Apps or some shmuck.
Tech
Graphic Designers who love themselves
Fashion
Mostly female
Obviously they’re very very VERY nicely dressed
Calm, confident, but also have fun sides
Textiles
Most of the textiles students I’ve met are just stop-motion loving Animators
I think the ones that aren’t are probably like grandmas that love knitting or something
Furniture
Honestly I didn’t know this was a major until like last semester
The only furniture major I’ve met was this Norwegian dude who looked like a greek god
We were once assigned to do a group project together but then he blew me off to go surfing so I had to do it myself. Seriously? Surfing???? Like I’d be mad but that’s a cool reason to blow someone off. Hell, I’d blow people off surfing if I had the easy life of a non-animation-major
Writing
“We have a writing program?”
They’re cool though
Get really excited about books. I’ve read only about three or four books so I kind of just smile and nod while they talk
Seem genuinely interested in other people’s stories
Community Art
I’m not entirely sure what this is
Passionate about social justice and teamwork
Disclaimer: No offense to any of them (except architecture majors)
*At California College of the Arts during the years 2014-2016
I need to start a Lisa fan club. She just makes me so happy! This episode is pure joy!
You know what makes me sad?
When I’m enjoying the latest weird meme or piece of fandom trivia, and someone makes a post about how awful it is.
I mean, with something important, I’m prepared for comments that upset me. It’s worth it to work my way through my emotions and decide to love something anyways.
But a meme ISN’T worth that emotional labour. It’s easier to just Tumblr Savior that tag and try to forget it.
I’m not calling anyone out. But it makes me sad. That stupid meme was fun.
Lingthusiasm Episode 18: Translating the untranslatable
Lists of ‘untranslatable’ words always come with… translations. So what do people really mean when they say a word is untranslatable?
In this episode, your hosts Lauren Gawne and Gretchen McCulloch explore how how we translate different kinds of meaning. What makes words like schadenfreude, tsundoku, and hygge so compelling? Which parts of language are actually the most difficult to translate? What does it say about English speakers that we have a word for “tricking someone into watching a video of Rick Astley singing Never Gonna Give You Up?”
This month’s Patreon bonus episode is about the grammar of swearing. When we launched our Patreon this time last year (wow!) with a bonus episode about the sounds of swearing, we promised that we’d come back with even more about swearing that we didn’t have space to talk about. Now you can listen to a sweary double feature: put on bonus #1 and bonus #13 back to back! As always, episodes that aren’t specifically about swearing are swear-free.
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Lingthusiasm
is created by Gretchen McCulloch and Lauren Gawne. Our audio producer
is Claire Gawne, our editorial producer is Emily Gref, our production assistant is Celine Yoon, and our music is
‘Ancient City’ by The Triangles
I would really really like an explicitly noromo fic challenge where the focus was on writing platonic relationships between characters with the same intimacy and intensity that fandom writes romance.
Not like, that kind of t for teen gen which is really just romance that fades tastefully to black nonsense, but like. no holds barred, these people mean E V E R Y T H I N G to each other and are the most important people in the world and they would do anything for the other person but without the assumed support of romantic and sexual expectation and intention underpinning it. Actual ensemble gen, or us vs the world, or whatever. just. idk. there are more types of important relationships than just romantic ones and i’d like to see more of that.
I’d nail this.
Um. No innuendo intended.
Would anyone like to help me host this? Because I would love to organize something like this.
conner treating jon like his baby brother until he remembers that he’s superman’s clone and just grabbing john and going ‘hey kid i’m your father now’ and jon calls him dad 2 sometimes because it makes clark sigh really loudly.
When Jon is still tiny, godfather Bruce scores extra babysitting hours by lending Lois one of his grapple guns. Walking around with it in her bag makes her feel extra badass.
He taught her how to use it and got to keep Jon for a whole weekend.
Dear god, the idea of Lois with a grappling gun is TERRIFYING.
Just imagine. You’re a CEO who’s been involved in some shady dealings, and they’ve come to light. You’ve spent the entire week dodging the press, and finally get a chance to relax in your office, safely behind three layers of security.
As you make it to your office, you notice a slight draft. Huh, who left the window open, you wonder as you walk over to close it. You sink into your expensive office chair with a sigh. This week has been a nightmare. Sure, you may have payed off some politicians and stiffed some contractors, but you don’t think you deserve this kind of exhaustion. You’re a businessman, after all. Everyone does this, you were just the one with the bad luck to get caught.
Well, at least now you have some time to yourself. You yawn and start to doze off.
“Excuse me, Mr. Paxton?”
Your eyes shoot open. Who said that? Your vision focuses and there she is, hanging upside down from the ceiling.
“Lois Lane, Daily Planet. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“You gave her a grappling gun?”
Bruce barely glanced over his shoulder before returning his attention to the infant he was shaking a set of plastic keys at. “Look, Jon. Who is that? Is that your daddy? Did he come to see you?”
“Actually, he came to ask Uncle Bruce why he and Mommy are conspiring to put Daddy in an early grave.” Clark held his arms out expectantly as Bruce gathered himself and Jon from the floor, inwardly sighing when Bruce stopped just short of his reach. “What?”
Bruce eyed his outstretched arms warily. “It’s Friday.”
“Yes…?”
“Lois said I could keep him until Sun-”
“Just give me my kid, Bruce.”
Bruce huffed his displeasure but did hand Jon over, and Clark could physically feel himself softening once his son was in his arms. Looking down at the bright-eyed, curly-haired little boy dressed in a Wonder Woman onesie and gnawing on a plastic key ring made it hard to remember why he was supposed to be annoyed with anyone.
Still…
“Seriously, Bruce? A grappling gun?” But he was smiling now, and it seemed to be enough to relax Bruce from his defensive posture.
“Yes?” One shoulder lifted in the barest shrug. “You already knew she had it.”
“I knew she carried it around sometimes, not that she knew how to use it.”
“She didn’t. Until I showed her. …That why I get to keep him until Sunday.”
Clark tore his eyes away from his son to fix his best friend with a look of resigned disbelief. “You traded grappling gun lessons for a weekend of babysitting.”
Bruce stared back at him impassively. “Yes.”
Clark let the silence stretch a few seconds before prompting, “Do I have to ask why?”
“Well, she didn’t seem interested in the Batarangs.”
“Bruce…”
“And there was no way I was letting her drive the Batmobile, so-”
“Bruce.”
Bruce gave him another few seconds of emotionless stare-down before his brow furrowed just slightly. “Dick’s at the shore with the Gordons this weekend.”
Clark suppressed another sigh, bouncing Jon a little in his arms. “You know, she would have let you watch him if you’d just told her you were gonna be bored and lonely. Hell,” he continued before Bruce could protest the very idea of sharing his feelings, “she probably would have said yes if all you did was ask.”
“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”
“She actually likes you, Bruce.”
“I know that,” Bruce insisted, stressing the verb in a way that told Clark he really wasn’t so confident. “We’ve known each other longer than you have.”
“Exactly.” But, wow, that was always weird to be reminded of. That Bruce and Lois had an entire history, relationship, and world that didn’t involve Clark at all or only tangentially at best. It didn’t bother him at all. It was just weird.
(And since that world was at least partially comprised of bizarre baby-bartering, it was probably one he was content not to be a part of.)
“You don’t have to be so…” Intimidated? No, not a good word to use. How about… “Hesitant about these kinds of things. And you don’t have to trade favors.” And it was maybe a little unfair when coupled with his next words, but Clark gave him the most beaming, disarming, sincere smile in his arsenal. “You’re family, B.”
Bruce’s eyes widened just a fraction of a fraction, his face warming with the beginnings of a flush before he caught himself and looked away, and yes, that had been completely unfair and uncalled for, but Clark didn’t feel even the slightest bit guilty.
“God,” Bruce muttered, glaring determinedly at the wall. “Fine.”
Clark beamed even brighter, unable to resist pressing just a little more. “Okay…?”
“Okay! Yes, fine. Stop smiling.”
“Not happening.” He did, however, tone his grin down to emotionally manageable levels for Bruce and turned its powers to Jon for a moment, chuckling. “But seriously, B. A grappling gun?”
“Why not?” Bruce shrugged again. He was still staring at the wall, but his glare had relaxed. “Seems to make her happy.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“Her job’s already dangerous.”
“So why add to it?”
“It’d only really be adding to it if she were bad at it. But she’s pretty good.”
“Pretty good?”
“She could stand a little more upper body strength if she really wanted to master it.” Something like… not quite fear, but maybe apprehension flickered in Bruce’s eyes, and he looked quickly back to Clark. “You can tell her that.”
Clark’s grin turned mischievous, and a singsong note snuck into his voice. “You’re afraid of her…”
“Of course I’m afraid of her. I’m smart.”
Clark gave a half-shrug and nod combo. “Granted. But still, I’m not-”
“Listen, Clark…” Bruce cut him off, his shoulders and mouth sagging in the way that signaled he was resigning himself to open and clear communication. “I know I don’t have to remind you, but Lois can take care of herself.”
Clark stopped himself before he could open his mouth, holding Jon a little closer and letting Bruce continue.
“I know she… I know we’re all fragile… squishy little humans you can’t help but want to brood over like a hen on a nest. Yes, I know I’m one to talk, shut up. But we’ve been watching out for ourselves a long time before you showed up. We’re happy to… We’re grateful that you’re here to help. But you don’t have to hold our hands the whole way.”
Clark once again let a measured silence pass. Then he tilted his head to the side. “Are you saying you want to hold hands, Bruce?”
Bruce looked the least impressed Clark had ever seen him. “We were having a moment.”
“I know.”
“You ruined it.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Not enough to stop grinning entirely, but he did incline his head concedingly. “You’re right, though.” Lois had already said as much earlier. (Again, weird.) “But I’m always going to worry.”
“Fine, worry. Obviously. God knows I’ve called Dick three times already today, and the most risky thing he’s doing is eating amusement part hot dogs.” Bruce’s gaze flicked to the phone sitting on the couch, and Clark suspected he would have made more than three calls if he hadn’t been distracted by Jon. “Just maybe not so much that you barge into my house in the middle of the day in full uniform.”
Jon chose that moment to pat at the “S” on Clark’s chest, giggling, and Clark passed a sheepishly glance between them. “Noted.”
“Good.”
“But for the record, you’ve got negative room to be talking about barging into people’s homes in full uniform at any time of the day.”
“Also, noted.”
“Also, good.”
Bruce dropped his eyes to the tiny, babbling child in Clark’s arms and smiled for the first time since Clark got there. “Besides, Kansas, Lois might actually be safer this way.”
“How do you figure?”
“Now she’s got a way to save herself when she’s pushed off a building for the… What is it now? The twenty-eighth time?”
“Twenty-seventh,” Clark said with a sigh then blinked. “That… is true. She’s really annoyed by that.”
“So I’ve heard. And…” Bruce’s smirk was practically gleeful. “Think of how this broadens our combined horizons for inconveniencing Luthor.”
“That is a… very good point.” Clark nodded slowly, gaze drifting upward. “Perry, too. He was so pi-” His eyes darted down to Jon. “Ticked off today.”
“I bet.”
“And Steve moped for three hours about how he didn’t get to have a grapple gun…” Clark shook his head, meeting Bruce’s gaze again when a defeated laugh. “Okay, I give. You’re right. This is a win-win.”
Bruce smiled with false modesty, his tilted head and open-palmed shrug clearly saying, “Yes, of course I’m right, Clark. Thanks for joining us.”
“Yeah, yeah, Batman’s right, and Superman’s wrong. Film at 11.”
“Technically, Batman and Lois are right, and-”
“Do you want the kid back or not?”
“Yes, please.” Bruce shut his mouth and held his arms out to receive Jon, who started making grabbing motions with his tiny hands once he saw who he was being handed off to and gurgled happy nonsense once settled against Bruce’s shoulder, patting at his face with the plastic keys.
“What?” Bruce asked in response to Clark’s raised eyebrow, and this time his smirk was positively shit-eating. “Aliens love me.”
I had a bit of trouble trying to get a good colour palette for my Gemsona and fusions but I came up with this thing and maybe it’ll help someone? Maybe some people already know about this method…but anyway, it was a great help to me because I really struggle with coming up with good colour palettes
So find an image of the gem you want to use and open up Photoshop (I have CS6). I’m gonna use (Raw) Tanzanite.
Go to Fliters > Pixelate > Crystallize (hah)
This window will pop up.
Drag the Cell Size along untill you get a nice varied palette and click OK when you’re happy.
And there you go! A palette of colours to use for your gemsonas and their fusions!
And here are a few more examples. Images taken from Google.
idk maybe it’ll help someone. it helped me a whole bunch.
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