#$160. kill me with a gun. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

notiddygxthgf · 26 days

Text

4. Taste Like Nicotine

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Go back to Himeno. ❞ ❝ No. That's not what you want. ❞

★ c.w.: suggestive themes, drinking (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HELLO AGAIN MY POOKIE DOOKIES!! IM BACK AGAIN. bc i have nothing better to do atm and i wanted to give yall a lil sum sum before i moved away to uni. please excuse the pacing of this chapter -- this fanfic was supposed to be a oneshot and uh... now its 160 pages in google docs LMFAOOA.. things get spicy in this chapterrr! so yeah anyway, you know the drill, keep me entertained -- keep your funny little comments coming, I absolutely love reading them. You guys motivate me to keep going! Love yall

★ w.c.;4.1k

shameless ; chapter index

THE OFFICE WAS QUIET, the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of papers the only sounds that broke the silence. You were alone, finishing up some last-minute paperwork after hours. The mission had gone surprisingly well—no casualties, a rare feat in your line of work. The team had even managed to kill a large Devil containing a piece of Gun Devil Flesh, a significant victory. Yet, instead of joining the others to celebrate, you had chosen to stay behind. Partly to avoid any awkward encounters with Himeno, but mostly because you felt restless, unable to shake off the events of the past few days.

As you finished up the last of your reports, you glanced at the new message on your phone.

HIMENO| you didn't come tonight.

Typing...

YOU

| I didn't think you'd wanna see me after the stunt I pulled.

HIMENO| I dont, but I wanted u to know that everyone is talking abt u

YOU

| ??

| wym

HIMENO

| your shadow didn't come tonight, either.

Typing...

YOU| look, himeno, ive actually been wanting to talk to you about that

| would you be able to meet up and talk it out?

HIMENO| id rather not honestly.

| ur a grown woman and i cant stop u from doing what u want

| but just know that people in pb. safety talk

| dont mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for aki

| u should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs

YOU| I understand that I've hurt you, Himeno, and I'm sorry

| I have no intentions of being with Aki.

HIMENO| good

| dont get him mixed up in ur fucked up marriage

| he doesnt deserve that.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. There were certain battles you simply couldn't win. This would undoubtedly be one of them.

It was late, and you knew you should head home. You gathered your things and made your way down the dimly lit hallways, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

As you passed the breakroom, you heard voices. One familiar voice, more specifically.

You slowed your pace, not wanting to intrude but curious enough to catch a snippet of the conversation. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see two figures inside.

"You look desperate, dude," the unknown person said, barely audible. "It's not attractive."

"I'm becoming ridiculous," Captain Hayakawa said, his voice low and strained. "I'm losing hope."

"Hope of what? Convincing a married woman to break her vows?" the other person retorted, a hint of incredulity in his tone.

Are they talking about me? You asked. You knew the answer. You simply did not want to confront it.

Hayakawa sighed. "I thought she would call me by now," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice making your stomach churn uncomfortably. "I just... there was something there."

There was a pause, then the other person sighed, his voice softening. "God, you are ridiculous." After a moment, he added, almost reluctantly, "Shit, sorry, man. I know you like her."

"No, you're right," He replied, a note of resignation following his words. "She doesn't want to speak to me. I'm driving myself crazy waiting for someone who's never gonna call."

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, guilt and confusion swirling together. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but now you couldn't just walk away without feeling a pang of something—regret, perhaps? The slip of paper with his number, still in your possession, weighed heavily in your mind. You had been avoiding the situation, avoiding him, and now it was clear how much it had affected him.

Aki's words echoed in your ears as you stood frozen in the hallway.

He was right; you hadn't called him. You hadn't even acknowledged the note, too caught up in your own turmoil and guilt to consider his feelings. Now, hearing him speak so openly, you felt a rush of emotions—sympathy, guilt, confusion. There had been a moment between you, an undeniable spark, but you had chosen to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist.

When would it all come crashing down – your efforts? This whole situation?

The conversation in the breakroom continued, but you couldn't listen any longer. You turned away, your heart pounding. As you made your way to the exit, you couldn't help but replay Aki's words in your mind.

He had been waiting for you, hoping you would reach out, and now he was losing hope. Fuck.

He had been waiting for me.

The idea thrilled you, for some strange reason. Maybe because you hadn't felt desired like this in years – it made your head spin. But another part of you was terrified—of what it might mean, of the complications it would bring, of the impact on your marriage.

You couldn't help yourself. You did what you always did. You ran away from him.

You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but for now, you needed time to think. .

7:45 PM

Typing...

Hey. |

Typing...

Hello, |

Typing...

How are you? |

Typing...

Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party. I think you should be there.

SENT.

YOU | Hey. They're taking me out for drinks tn as a sendoff party.

I think you should be there.

| At the Sip-n-savor in downtown Tokyo

Seen 8:00 PM .

The night went on without a flaw. The atmosphere was infectious, and you had been trying to let loose, drink in hand, as you chatted and danced with the others. But as the night wore on, a sense of unease settled in. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the memories of the overheard conversation in the breakroom, or maybe it was the subtle disappointment that someone hadn't shown up.

Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged makeup. You sighed, turning on the faucet and splashing some water on your face. As you washed your hands, you found yourself thinking about Aki.

Despite everything, a depraved part of you had hoped to see him tonight. You had been both relieved and disappointed when he hadn't shown up—relieved because it meant avoiding an awkward conversation, disappointed because you had been... well, actually looking forward to seeing him.

As you touched up your makeup, you couldn't help but reflect on your own conflicted feelings. You were married, committed, and yet, Aki had stirred something in you that you simply couldn't stand to ignore. It was confusing, disorienting. You weren't sure what you felt more strongly: guilt for being drawn to him or frustration that you couldn't just let it go.

"Ugh," You groaned, pressing your forehead against the sink. "'M g'nna be sick."

Feeling a bit lightheaded from the drinks, you decided to step outside for some fresh air. You left the bathroom and – completely drunk – maneuvered through the crowds to the nearest door.

The cool night breeze was a welcome relief against your warm skin, and you leaned against the balcony railing, taking deep breaths. The city lights twinkled below, and you watched them in a daze, trying to steady your thoughts.

That's when you saw him.

Aki was just entering the party, his sharp suit and dark hair making him stand out immediately. You felt your heart skip a beat. Then another. He was killing you.

He came, you thought, a strange mix of emotions flooding you. Relief, excitement, and that persistent undercurrent of guilt all tangled together.

He spotted you almost immediately and made his way over. As he approached, you couldn't help but think how painfully gorgeous he looked, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on his features. In that moment, he seemed almost like a knight in shining armor, a figure out of place in the lively, chaotic setting of the bar.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice smooth and warm, a balm to your nerves.

"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, a slight concern in his tone. "You're not cold?"

He always seemed to be worried about you and the weather. Still, the chill felt nice against your hot skin, oddly enough.

I missed you, you didn't say. You didn't even think about it. You knew that in a day you would be back on the train and all of this would just be a bad dream, anyway.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, I just needed some air. It's a bit stuffy in there."

Aki didn't respond immediately, and when you turned your head up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. The noise from inside the bar seemed distant, the world narrowing down to just the two of you in that moment. You felt a tug in your chest, a pull towards him that you couldn't explain, couldn't deny.

"Did you pregame the bar, or something?" You laughed quietly. It felt nice, being able to pretend nothing had ever happened between the two of you and just... enjoy each other's company. "You smell like beer."

"I was having a few drinks with my roommate before you texted me," He answered. Then, looking out onto the street, he added, "He told me I shouldn't come tonight. Said you're driving me crazy."

"So, why are you here, then?" You asked.

He looked at you. "I think you know why I'm here."

There was a brief silence, comfortable yet charged with the unspoken. You glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes lingered on you, soft but searching. It was the same look he had given you in the seminar, the museum, everywhere else, and it stirred something deep inside you.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked you. His voice was as deep and rich as ever, and you had about half a mind to take him up on the offer.

You shivered. You knew it wasn't from the cold air. It was him – the smell of him, his cologne, the distinct scent of nicotine that let you know he had just finished smoking a cigarette. It was an aroma so unique to him that you had grown to like it.

You were looking at his lips before you knew it, giving way to a craving you couldn't explain, "I'll try a cigarette, if you have any."

He smiled softly, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cancer stick between your lips, and you felt a part of you die a little. He struck the wheel of the lighter, bringing the cigarette to life.

You coughed so hard that you nearly hacked up a lung. It had been years since your last cigarette.

Hayakawa stepped behind you, cupping a hand around your elbow, sliding it up your arm, your wrist, your fingers before he plucked the cigarette from your digits.

"First time?" He asked, warm voice hot against your neck.

"Wanted to give it a try," You shrugged. You didn't know what, exactly, had gotten into you. It seemed that with every sip of liquor you took lately, you crept closer and closer back to your old self. The sort of liquid courage that made people make very bad decisions. "Sorry. I'm a little," You waved your hands around yourself, trying to gesture 'drunk' without actually saying it.

"How brave of you," He murmured, pulling a hit from your cigarette and exhaling. He was the picture of sin – face flushed with alcohol, messy bangs, pink lips wrapped around a cancer stick. He was so pretty it hurt.

"I'll try it again when I'm sober," You offered.

"When?" He asked, breathing smoke out into the air. "Where?"

As persistent as always, you thought. Still, you didn't necessarily mind the attention anymore. You told yourself that it didn't matter – you would be out of here soon anyway, and everything would be far behind you before you knew it.

"Why is it that every time I'm inebriated... God tests me by throwing you in my way?" You laughed, Truly, you wished you had considered the implications of your words a little more before you had said them. "Just as I thought your manners had improved since the party. You behaved badly, then. You know that? Very badly," you hiccuped. "You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing– hic–throwing yourself at a married woman like that."

He didn't acknowledge your drunken ramblings, and he also didn't deny the fact that he had been doing exactly that – throwing himself at a married woman.

"Hardly my fault," He breathed out. "I just can't seem to resist you."

"Don't worry," You replied, eyeing him up dubiously as he pulled another hit from what was left of your cigarette. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Won't have to worry about resisting me after that."

"I know," He answered back. "Selfishly enough, I spent the last few hours wishing your train got delayed one more day, or something like that," He exhaled, then snuffed his cigarette out on the balcony, "Still, I'm glad I could see you before you went home."

"I wish I could say the same about you," You replied before you could stop the words from coming out.

He poked his tongue through the inside of his cheek, retorting, "You're gonna sit here and act like you didn't invite me? Like your eyes didn't light up like a child when you saw me pull up?" He turned around, commanding even more of your attention, standing at least a foot and a half taller than you. "You wanted me to come tonight."

It was true. That's the worst part. Everything he said was the truth.

"So that I could say goodbye," You said with remarkable finality, "I'm leaving after this."

You hadn't originally planned on leaving so soon, of course, but you wanted to get the hell out of here before you made another bad decision.

"Already?" He asked.

"You're the one who ran late," You replied. "This ends tonight. I'm going to say bye to everyone else, then I'll be gone."

With that being said, you made your way back to the door. You would go inside, bid everyone farewell, collect your belongings, and then–

He called your name before you could go back inside. You froze in place.

"Am I misreading the signals?" He asked.

You sighed, turning around one last time to clear the air, "This has to stop, Aki. You make me feel like... like I'm guilty of something."

He implored you, "What do you want me to do?"

"Go back to Himeno," You answered, a biting undertone seeping through your words. You were undeniably bitter about the whole situation, and under any other circumstances, you would have tried to be a good sport, but...

Himeno's words were a heavy weight on your heart.

'Don't mess up a relationship with a perfectly good man for Aki.'

'You should leave him for someone who can actually give him what he needs."

You could never be what Aki wanted. He wanted all of you – not just a week of you, clearly. You were married, and you couldn't let all of that go over a guy you'd been toeing the line with for what seemed like ages.

He was a young man. The fact of the matter was that you were a grown woman. A married one.

"She's a sweet, kind woman," You continued. You felt like you were going to be sick just being near him. Unknowingly, tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes. "Go back and beg her to forgive you. Go be with someone who wants to be with you. Who can be with you."

"No," He answered simply. There was an intensity in his eyes that frightened you, like he would die without you, as he continued, "That's not what you want. I think we both know that. I refused a mission in Hiroshima to stay here with you. I planned to let go of another one in Beijing," He swallowed, "I can change my mind, and you'll never see me again."

"If you have any consideration for me," Your voice was a shuddering whisper, like someone could walk out any minute and hear the two of you going back and forth. "Any semblance– a shrivel of compassion, you'll give me back my peace."

He shook his head, "I can't. You know I can't. You've consumed every inch of my peace, every inch of my mind. How can I give you your peace?"

Fair point.

You had nothing to say to him. So, silently, your vision blurred with tears, you glared at him. Glared and frowned like that would make you believe he was the sole contributor to this issue. Then, again, you turned on your heel and went for the door. You entered the bar quickly.

He followed not too long after you, "I'll go to Beijing, then."

"No." You said. Your teary-eyed fury caught the eyes of more than a few confused bar patrons. "I don't want you to go."

Everyone was looking at you. Seriously, everyone. Your old coworkers, the bartenders, everybody.

You swallowed down your pride, bowing down before them all. "Good night, everyone," You said. You plucked your purse and your jacket off of the barstool. "Thank you for everything. I'm leaving."

Ignoring the confused looks and hushed whispers from the patrons, you exited the bar, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The rain had started to fall, a soft drizzle quickly turning into a steady downpour. You barely noticed, too wrapped up in the turmoil inside your head. The cold, wet sensation of the rain soaked through your clothes, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You just needed to get away, to clear your mind.

But of course, Aki followed after you. You could hear him calling your name, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. You quickened your pace, almost running, your heels splashing through puddles as you made your way down the block. His footsteps pounded behind you, matching your speed. You couldn't escape him, couldn't outrun him.

Finally, he caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Wait, can we please talk?" he pleaded, his voice breathless and desperate.

You turned to face him, rain pouring down around you both. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his suit jacket soaked through. The intensity in his eyes matched the storm, a fierce determination that made your heart ache. You met his gaze begrudgingly, not wanting to deal with this, not wanting to deal with him.

"Have I really been imagining all of this?" He asked. He sounded broken. "Is it really all in my head? Tell me if it's a lie. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you mean it—all of it," he paused, taking a shuddering breath. "Or tell me the truth."

You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. "I don't know how to feel, Aki," you finally admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm trying to be good, but you just keep fucking—popping up everywhere. And you say these pretty things to me, and," You choked back a sob, struggling to find the right words. "I can't help myself around you."

"Running from your problems won't make me go away," he said, stepping forward to put his hands gently on your waist.

There was a long pause as you stood there in the rain, staring at each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. The storm, the bar, everything else was just a blur. You were tired—tired of running, tired of the confusion, tired of pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

He added, "You can't run from your feelings."

This time, it was his eyes that dropped to your lips. His tongue darted out to dampen his own, and then his eyes flicked up to your face. When he spoke, his voice was huskier than before, as if it had been tainted by an emotion that hadn't been there before. Was it lust? Passion? Whatever it was, you wanted more of it.

Your eyes widened. Your mouth had run dry. You didn't know what to say. Even being like this right now -- as close as you were, -- was against your wedding vows. This was wrong, and you couldn't do that to your own husband.

Your own husband who loved you so dearly.

Your own husband who left you hanging so many nights on end.

Your own husband, who acted as if he couldn't care if you lived or died.

As if he had sensed your train of thought wandering, Aki placed two fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face up until he was the captor of all of your attention. Him and him alone. Not your husband, but him.

"I could treat you like a princess," His eyes wandered down to your lips again, but this time there was an unspoken hunger within them. "All you have to do is ask, and I'm yours. I already am."

And, God, what a fool you had been in uttering the words, "Don't toy with my emotions. You don't want me."

He paused, awaiting something, anything. His eyes pleaded with your own, luring you in with promises of pleasure and happiness. Gently, he grabbed your hand, placing it over his breast, right above his heart.

"I want you so badly it hurts," He breathed, "For a night, for a day, for a week..." Aki closed the gap between the two of you – brought your faces closer together. Closer, until you could feel the warmth of his calm breath fanning out against your cheek. Closer, until he uttered, "As long as you'll let me have you."

"Aki, I can't-...." You paused. Yet, still, you never moved. Your body betrayed your words, dilated pupils and trembling hands giving way to your internal dilemma. "This is wrong. You know I can't do this."

You were being a hypocrite. You knew you were. One spare glance down at the placement of your hands on his chest -- one over his breast and one looped around his tie -- and you knew he could tell you were only putting up a front.

"I know," he murmured softly, words practically dying beneath the volume of the rain, "But I can't stop thinking about you."

You folded. Your eyes dropped down to his lips one last time, and that's when you knew he had already won.

Fuck it.

"Fuck you," you muttered, feeling a surge of reckless abandon.

Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips against his in a desperate, frenzied kiss. It was messy and wet, your tears mixing with the rain, your hands tangling in his hair as his arms finally wrapped around you.

The kiss was filled with all the pent-up emotions, the longing, the frustration, the desire. It was passion, it was anger – it was tongue and teeth and lips smearing your lipstick over the lower half of your face. It was two black holes finally colliding after circling around each other far too long.

"I can't make sense of it. I want... you," you sighed, pulling away, voice trembling, "I don't know what any of this means anymore. I don't know what to think."

"Then don't," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer and mint gum – a flavor so utterly addicting that you couldn't seem to get enough of it. "Don't think. Let me take you back to your room."

You hesitated, the reality of the situation hitting you. This was crossing a line, a line you couldn't uncross. But as you looked into his eyes, saw the same turmoil reflected back at you, you felt your resolve crumble.

You were tired of pretending.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. It was a final, resigned acceptance, the last nail in the coffin of your restraint.

You were tired of running from the inevitable.

a/n: dont hate me. LMFAOAOAOOAOA. i had to! i absolutely loved writing this chapter and i loved writing tipsy obsessed aki. i headcannon that he's a touchy needy bf and no one can tell me otherwise. i think you all know what happens next. im not sayin nothin tho. hehe. ANYWAYYYYY LMK WHAT YALL THOUGHTTTTT i look forward to hearing it!!! lmk what yall wanna see in the next few chapters/over the course of the story. and if youve already watched anna karenina (or read, in which case... how...) shhhhhh youve seen nothing. muah! x

credits: UNKOWN ATM. I found the cover pic on pinterest unfortch. If you know the artist, please let me know, so I can credit them properly for their work!!! This is NOT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGGG. I obviously do not own csm or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.

also: come find me on my wattpad if u wanna interact more!

taglist: @mitsuyeahhh , @sleepysnk , @enneadec , @noaabean , @em1e , @drakensdarling , @bertholdts--butt , @satanlovesusall666 , @mitsuwuyaa , @noctifule , @scaraphobia , @ask-the-insect-hashira , @lovingranchturkeyweasel , @bontensbabygirl , @slvdsjjk , @novacrystalli , @hanmastattoos , @kodzuksn , @hqtiny , @ohmaiscool15 , @redlittlequeen , @leivane , @goldeneagles-posts , @yeahblahlame , @no-oneelsebutnsu , @cookiesandcreammy , @cawwn , @the-haitani-baton , @littlelovebug98 , @armani78 , @mindurownbussines , @kokos-property , @violetmatcha , @hp-simp505 , @acethebrave , @mitsuyeahhh , @sleepysnk , @enneadec , @noaabean , @em1e , @drakensdarling , @bertholdts--butt , @satanlovesusall666 , @mitsuwuyaa , @noctifule , @scaraphobia , @ask-the-insect-hashira , @lovingranchturkeyweasel , @bontensbabygirl , @slvdsjjk , @novacrystalli , @hanmastattoos , @kodzuksn , @hqtiny , @ohmaiscool15 , @redlittlequeen , @leivane , @goldeneagles-posts , @yeahblahlame , @no-oneelsebutnsu , @cookiesandcreammy , @cawwn , @the-haitani-baton , @littlelovebug98 , @armani78 , @mindurownbussines , @kokos-property , @violetmatcha , @hp-simp505

wanna join the taglist? | shameless ; chapter index

#god i love drunk aki #my life is yours #notiddygxthgf ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚#shameless!#aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #eventual smut

34 notes · View notes

1americanconservative · 5 months

Text

Video footage captured during the funeral procession for ‘American Sniper’, Chris Kyle. His funeral procession spanned 200 miles from Midlothian to Austin. Kyle was a Navy SEAL sniper who served four tours in the Iraq War and had 160 confirmed kills. He received a Silver Star, three Bronze Star Medals with "V" devices for valor, two Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medals with "V" device, along with numerous other unit and personal accolades. On February 2, 2013, Chris Kyle and his friend Chad Littlefield were tragically shot dead at a Texas shooting range by Eddie Ray Routh. Routh, like Kyle, was an Iraq war veteran suffering from severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Kyle agreed to become the young veteran's mentor, and for their first meeting, decided to take him to a local gun range. But on the way there, Kyle and Littlefield realized just how troubled Routh was. "This dude is straight up nuts," Kyle texted Littlefield as they drove in silence. "He's right behind me," Littlefield responded. "Watch my six." Moments after pulling into the range, Routh grabbed two pistols and fired a barrage of bullets into both men, killing them instantly. Routh was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole.

https://x.com/Morbidful/status/1780249960379719928

18 notes · View notes

bracketsoffear · 1 year

Note

Songs for the 15 Fears (w/ links to the spotify playlists I made):

BURIED

Bottom of the River by Delta Rae

Choke by Poppy

Hey, Little Songbird from Hadestown

The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

CORRUPTION

Neglected Space by Imogen Heap

Parasite Eve by Bring Me the Horizon

Decay by Pitou

Fear the Fever by Digital Daggers

DARK

You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen

My House by PVRIS

Dark Matter by Les Friction

Enter Sandman by Metallica

DESOLATION

Home by AlicebanD

Ashes by The Longest Johns

Eyes On Fire by Blue Foundation

Hellfire by the Mechanisms

END

Ex-Mortis by Ice Nine Kills

The Doomed by A Perfect Circle

Old Black Train by The Blasting Company

This Too Shall Pass by Danny Schmidt

EXTINCTION

1,000,000AD by QBomb

First Light by STARSET

Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall

This is Not a Place of Honour by Jessica Law

EYE

Watcher in the Sky by Ghost

Evil Eye by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

She Doesn't Sleep by Anthony Amorim

FLESH

Infamous Butcher by Amigo the Devil

The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Misery Meat by Sodikken

Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte

HUNT

Devil's Flesh & Bones by Eliza Rickman

Kill of the Night by Gin Wigmore

Werewolf Gimmick by The Mountain Goats

Actaea and Lyssa by The Mechanisms

LONELY

Forsaken by Adam Hurst

Emerald Star by Lord Huron

No Face by Haley Heynderickx

Ship in a Bottle by fin

SLAUGHTER

Drumming Song by Florence + the Machine

War Pigs by Black Sabbath

Rose Red by The Mechanisms

Go Get Your Gun by The Dear Hunter

SPIRAL

The Little Man Who Wasn't There by Glen Miller

I'm Going Slightly Mad by Queen

Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale

Hotel California by The Eagles

STRANGER

Terry's Taxidermy by Teddy Hyde

Human by Anavae

Toys in the Attic by OMNIA

The Greatest Show Unearthed by Creature Feature

VAST

On the Mountain Tall by The Oh Hellos

Vertigo by Alice Merton

The Balancer's Eye by Lord Huron

Diving Bell by STARSET

WEB

Mother Knows Best from Tangled

House of the Rising Sun by Lauren O'Connell

Telekinetic by STARSET

Twisted Threads by The Mechanisms

Finally, here is the playlist for all 15! and yes, the order is the same as the 160 invocation ;)

#asks #song tournament

35 notes · View notes

piggiebonez · 1 year

Note

hello you dont need to respond to this or anything I just wanted to tell you that I am a minor that ships zadr as same age chars and not everyone who ships em is proship but I am sad so many people who do ARE :( Good on you for setting your boundaries against ships though just maybe lessen the kill yourself part for ALL zadr shippers and just for the proship ones (also if you know a place where zims age has been 100% confirmed and not changed multiple times please share !! genuinely want to know ^^)

how long have you been in this fandom. like genuinely. jhonen has been saying that ZIM is DEFINETLY an adult for 20 years now. he mentions it in the dvd commentary, in interviews, on twitter, on stream. im gonna pull these ones here from this post (which was linked IN MY PINNED POST z*adrs learn how to read challenge), but there are definetely more examples. he has mentioned it in the 20th anniversary stream too.

HMMM I DO WONDER WHY ALL OF THESE PEOPLE ARE PROSHIP. HMMM HOW PECULIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all of those proship apologetics too lol. "oh hes child coded!" ITS A CRATOON FOR KIDS DUMBASS. of course the main protagonist needs to be relatable to children. sponge bob is child coded too, i dont see a lot of weirdos going around saying hes a child. oh yea there are no child characters to ship him with. hmmmm

"oh but hes an alien he has a different life cycle he could be a child soldier" shut tha hell up you fucking nerd. when has INVADER ZIM as a show been invested in xenoontogeny. hes a short green lazer gun wielding alien that has a military rank and a job. confirmed to be the same age as the tallest in an unfinished episode "the trial". he fights with human children because its FUNNY for a grown ass alien supersoldier to be throwing hands with 12yearolds on the regular.

"errrm actually ZIM is 160 it was confirmed" CONFIRMED WHERE FUCKASS. that is literally a fandom rumor. i have no idea where it started but it was not jv and not anyone whos related to the show. i have a guess that it came from some iz headcanons tumblr that would format their post with overlaying text on top of iz screenshots in the show font but im not sure. i would rather die than be a fandom historian

also if it bothers you so much that i say kill yourself z4drs on my posts you should leave tumblr and grow a spine. just block me you brainlet

this one is from the megadoomer commentary that is literally ON YOUTUBE

#iz #asks #hashtag YES all z//drs even the ones that claim not to be proship. bc you are a part of the problem #an anon (different one) just pointed out that i should be less harsh on the minor and yes i am sorry for the tone of this post #kind of glossed over that when i was reading the message. my bad #it is the responsability of the adults in the fandom not to spread misinfo and harmful proship rhetoric #however my point still stands. you cant be a z//dr and not proship. zim has always been an adult #invader zim

33 notes · View notes

taudad · 9 months

Text

Feedback on my 2000 pt list

So after I got absolutely curb stomped by my local Grey Knights player I have some major revisions to my 2k T’au list. The core from my 1000 pt list is unchanged and the full list is below the break. The changes are as follows:

Cut out the Stormsurge. It’s just not mobile enough to bring its full might to bear and good players know how to avoid it. Plus the nerfs to Titanic have unfortunately made it well and truly unplayable 😓

Removed the backup Ethereal and Strike team. The CP generation just isn’t worth a second Ethereal and the strike team doesn’t do enough on its own

Fleshed out both Crisis squads to full strength. This one will take the most work, modeling wise, but my last match really showcased to me that I need to lean into the XV8 team’s mobility if I actually want to kill something against skilled players

Added in my Riptide. For sheer output of shots and durability, this is great for its points and serves the same role that the Stormsurge was (unintentionally) of being a damage sponge the first few rounds. Plus it’s an excellent target of Through Unity, Devastation with its high volume of medium strength shots

Overall, I’m leaning way more heavily into XV8 suits and away from the Infantry + Stormsurge build I had going. They just weren’t able to compete with more skilled and speedy opponents

Please reblog and let me know your thoughts in the comments, I’m looking for feedback from both inside and outside the T’au player base

Ko’Shi Cadre 2k (1985 Points)

T’au Empire

Kauyon

Strike Force (2000 Points)

CHARACTERS

Commander in Coldstar Battlesuit (110 Points)

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x High-output burst cannon

1x Marker Drone

1x Shield Drone

2x T’au flamer

Commander in Enforcer Battlesuit (115 Points)

• Warlord

• 1x Battlesuit fists

1x Marker Drone

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

1x Shield Drone

1x Shield Generator

• Enhancements: Exemplar of the Kauyon

Darkstrider (60 Points)

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Shade

Ethereal (70 Points)

• 1x Gun Drone

1x Honour stave

1x Hover Drone

1x Shield Drone

• Enhancements: Through Unity, Devastation

BATTLELINE

Strike Team (80 Points)

• 1x Support turret missile system

• 1x Fire Warrior Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Guardian Drone

1x Pulse pistol

1x Pulse rifle

1x Shield Drone

• 9x Fire Warrior

• 9x Close combat weapon

9x Pulse pistol

9x Pulse rifle

OTHER DATASHEETS

Broadside Battlesuits (90 Points)

• 1x Broadside Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Crushing bulk

1x Heavy rail rifle

2x Missile Drone

1x Twin smart missile system

Crisis Battlesuits (360 Points)

• 1x Crisis Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit fists

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

2x Shield Drone

1x Shield Generator

• 5x Crisis Shas’ui

• 5x Battlesuit fists

3x Cyclic ion blaster

7x Missile pod

5x Plasma rifle

10x Shield Drone

5x Shield Generator

Crisis Battlesuits (360 Points)

• 1x Crisis Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Burst cannon

2x Shield Drone

2x T’au flamer

• 5x Crisis Shas’ui

• 5x Battlesuit Support System

5x Battlesuit fists

5x Burst cannon

10x Shield Drone

10x T’au flamer

Ghostkeel Battlesuit (160 Points)

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Cyclic ion raker

1x Ghostkeel fists

1x Twin T’au flamer

Pathfinder Team (90 Points)

• 1x Pathfinder Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Pulse Accelerator Drone

1x Pulse carbine

1x Pulse pistol

• 9x Pathfinder

• 9x Close combat weapon

6x Pulse carbine

9x Pulse pistol

3x Rail rifle

2x Shield Drone

Riptide Battlesuit (180 Points)

• 1x Heavy burst cannon

2x Missile Drone

1x Riptide fists

1x Twin smart missile system

Sky Ray Gunship (130 Points)

• 1x Armoured hull

1x Seeker missile rack

2x Twin smart missile system

Stealth Battlesuits (60 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Burst cannon

1x Gun Drone

1x Homing Beacon

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

1x Burst cannon

1x Fusion blaster

Stealth Battlesuits (60 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Fusion blaster

1x Gun Drone

1x Homing Beacon

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

2x Burst cannon

Stealth Battlesuits (60 Points)

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Fusion blaster

1x Gun Drone

1x Homing Beacon

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

2x Burst cannon

#tau empire #tau #wh40k #t’au #warhammer 40k #taudad #t’au empire #games workshop #40k #gw

13 notes · View notes

thesunsethour · 5 months

Text

welcome back to part 3 of eve procrastinating her final exams by ranking her favourite songs by her favourite artists. today it is The Beatles' turn

(as always i must stress this is my opinion only. but i am also very nosey, so please tell me *your* opinions too)

(i'm ignoring songs in different languages, naked versions, and also any cover songs, so focusing exclusively on anything penned by lennon-mccartney or harrison or starr)

(this took me a week and a half. for context my killers' list took two days and hozier took four hours)

without further ado:

189. Wild Honey Pie (spoiler alert: i'm not a white album fanatic)

188. Dig It (vibey but odd little song)

187. Maggie Mae (didn't know for years this was a liverpool folk song)

186. Only A Northern Song (not weird enough to justify itself)

185. Revolution 9 (it achieves john's goal. still hate it though)

184. All Together Now (worse precursor to the frog chorus)

183. It’s All Too Much (i would like to apologise to yellow submarine)

182. Flying (criminal that this is so far down actually. i only have myself to blame)

181. I’ll Get You (bit samey)

180. Savoy Truffle (i wrote down 'harrison's own muzak')

179. Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey (wtf john)

178. Thank You Girl (harmonica has been utilised better)

177. Every Little Thing (pretty okay)

176. You Like Me Too Much (george still in songwriting training)

175. I Want To Tell You (the beginning of george's 'i don't know' refrain in his songs. keep an ear out)

174. The Inner Light (SO very george)

173. Her Majesty (i'm irish so this had to be this low)

172. You Can’t Do That (great john vocals here tbh)

171. Honey Pie (you can so clearly hear the music hall inspiration. very paul)

170. When I Get Home (bit samey but catchy enough)

169. There’s a Place (better harmonica)

168. I Need You (lovely harmonies)

167. Not a Second Time (i always forget this song exists sorry to john lennon)

166. It’s Only Love (i always think this ones on rubber soul)

165. I’ll Cry Instead (conversely this is very beatles for sale coded i think!)

164. Little Child (i am a sucker for the harmonica it has to be said)

163. You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) (really campy ad-libs. a fan)

162. I’m a Loser (john's voice is so deep in this one??)

161. I Don’t Want to Spoil the Party (little foot tapper of a song)

160. Piggies (george had been reading orwell! good for him)

159. Don’t Pass Me By (ringo! hello!)

158. I’ll Be Back (solid enough)

157. Doctor Robert (one of the earliest examples of 'we will sing a song about a little random man')

156. If I Needed Someone (solid george effort)

155. Why Don’t We Do It In The Road (apparently about two monkeys fucking. okay paul)

154. Baby’s in Black (clever little lyrics)

153. It Won’t Be Long (adore the coming home line)

152. All I’ve Got to Do (sweet enough little thing)

151. Hold Me Tight (classic paul asking for love. a staple of the genre)

150. What Goes On (hiiiii Ringo!)

149. Yer Blues (my notes say 'proto-morrissey-esque, but worse)

148. Good Night (reminds me of a musical song. also originally thought this was a paul song)

147. She’s a Woman (really dynamic paul vocals)

146. What You’re Doing (solid paul job)

145. No Reply (i cannot think of this song without hearing the bloopers of YOUR FACE)

144. Happiness Is A Warm Gun (i may get killed for having this so low. reminder that this is only my opinion)

143. Don’t Bother Me (i *think* this is the first album song that george ever wrote!)

142. P.S. I Love You (he loves his epistolary songs does Paul)

141. I’m Just Happy to Dance With You (another solid foot tapper)

140. Any Time At All (love the piano in this)

139. I’m So Tired (same)

138. Birthday (i hate the beginning of this song with a visceral passion. rest is grand)

137. The Night Before (very '50s)

136. Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise) (the only bad thing about this song is that it means the album is over)

135. Another Girl (bitchy little paul song)

134. Tell Me What You See (song gets better as it goes on i think)

133. The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill (hello yoko)

132. Long, Long, Long (reminds me of my sweet lord)

131. Ask Me Why (real jazzy like)

130. Rocky Raccoon (i'm not mad on this song but the middle is so catchy it reels me in)

129. Old Brown Shoe (ringo reference check!)

128. Revolution 1 (not as good as revolution the single)

127. Cry Baby Cry (love paul's little jaunty section)

126. Yes It Is (sexy)

125. Dig A Pony ("everything has got to be just like you want it toohoohoohoohoohooo"

124. The Word (reminds me of grease)

123. Hey Bulldog (some bits of music here remind me of 'Across the Universe')

122. I’m Looking Through You (GREAT guitar)

121. Sexy Sadie (can't remember which journalist said that AM's 4 out of 5 has this vibe and YEAH)

120. I Me Mine (i will always adore the "flowing more freely than wine" lyric. thank you george"

119. Things We Said Today (paul's so good in this one)

118. Tell Me Why (catchy bop)

117. Run For Your Life ("that's the end" SO good)

116. Good Day Sunshine (nicely jaunty)

115. Rain (love the instrumentation in this one)

114. I Will (quintessential mccartney this)

113. Love You To (making this list and hearing george's improvement as a songwriter was amazing actually)

112. Octopus’s Garden (bless ringo)

111. I Feel Fine (SO catchy)

110. With A Little Help From My Friends (ringo's very best)

109. Martha My Dear (i'm scared of dogs but i'll let this one go)

108. Drive My Car (the beeps beeps always annoyed me as a kid)

107. For You Blue (it is what it says - sweet and lovely)

106. Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (love the laughter in it)

105. Good Morning Good Morning (the guitar here is simply too cool for this song. elevates it greatly)

104. You’re Going To Lose That Girl (beach boys vibes?)

103. She Said She Said (john and george buddies and pals)

102. Wait (john and paul's voices go SO well together do you ever get emotional)

101. Think For Yourself (ANOTHER great foot tapper)

100. I’m Down (well *somebody* thinks they're elvis)

99. Misery (just. great structurally)

98. I Should Have Known Better ("this could only happen to me" oh, john)

97. Can’t Buy Me Love (one of the more Lennonesque mccartney songs)

96. One After 909 (how did paul not know what this was about for over a decade)

95. I’ve Just Seen a Face (absolutely gorgeous guitar)

94. This Boy (thaaaasss boyyyy)

93. You Won’t See Me (fab little chorus)

92. Maxwell’s Silver Hammer (BANG BANG MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER CAME DOWN UPON HER HEAD 🔨 🔨🔨)

91. Dear Prudence ("the clouds will be a daisy chain" is a line i've always adored)

90. Yellow Submarine (i remember being 6 and our teacher playing this for us on her guitar)

89. Mean Mr Mustard (love when john does a bit of narrative songwriting)

88. Revolution (superior revolution version)

87. Now and Then (cried on the tram on the way to college listening to this when it came out. as you were)

86. Polythene Pam (love when their accent peaks through)

85. Baby, You’re A Rich Man (a true lennon-mccartney collab with john not finishing something and paul adding his two cents, or rather, ten or twenty cents)

84. Hello, Goodbye (i love the end of this song so so much)

83. Mother Nature’s Son (soft and sweet, poignant but not sappy, one of the most underrated beatles songs of all time)

82. Free As A Bird (cried listening to this too)

81. Glass Onion (intertextual metanarrative: the song)

80. Taxman (baby's first political song <3)

79. I Wanna Be Your Man (hiiiiii again ringo)

78. From Me To You (harmonica time again baby!)

77. Being For The Benefit of Mr Kite! (i think of this as a spooky halloween waltz)

76. Within You Without You (quintessential george)

75. I’m Only Sleeping (underrated on revolver methinks)

74. Your Mother Should Know (these songs WERE a hit before my mother was born)

73. All My Loving (pure vintage mccartney)

72. �� Do You want to Know a Secret (baby george and his fab vocals)

71. Here Comes The Sun (okay nobody kill me. stop looking at me like that. its been winter for seventeen months george i can't fucking see the sun)

70. Julia (so beautiful)

69. Love Me Do (how were they pop song professionals already?)

68. I Saw Her Standing There (paul loves a good scream in the middle of a song)

67. A Hard Day’s Night (most iconic beginning of any song ever)

66. Magical Mystery Tour (he loves a bus does paul)

65. And Your Bird Can Sing (john's vocals are GREAT here)

64. Sun King (the superior sun song on abbey road)

63. Please Please Me (just. iconic)

62. Eight Days a Week (for how good it is i can't believe paul didn't play it live till like 2013 or smth)

61. Real Love (i never knew this was a beatles song when i was a kid!)

60. The End ("the love you take is equal to the love you make"... yeah...)

59. Back in the USSR ("my-my-my-my-" very billy joel actually)

58. Ticket to Ride (mouth-watering guitar)

57. For No One (the wario of 'And Your Bird Can Sing' no i won't explain further)

56. All You Need Is Love (the she loves you yeah yeah yeahs at the end...)

55. Blue Jay Way (so wonderfully eerie to me)

54. She Loves You (love the long and powerful held note on the last "glad")

53. I Want To Hold Your Hand (they were children my god)

52. Across the Universe (some of my favourite vocals)

51. Carry That Weight (paul going through it, writing bangers)

50. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (desmond and molly jones are close friends of mine at this stage)

49. Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (overrated a bit imo but still simply iconic)

48. Penny Lane (sorry paul, john won the MMT round w strawberry fields but its okay this song still is a bop)

47. Tomorrow Never Knows (fucking well done on this one lads. love it)

46. Getting Better ("a little better all the time" v "it can't get no worse" is just. peak lennon mccartney)

45. Got To Get You Into My Life (INSTANT banger)

44. Michelle (i am a sucker for french as long as its not spoken by french people <3)

43. Lovely Rita (i always loved this one because paul says "book" like how my nanny says it)

42. Helter Skelter (loud, fast, and brilliant)

41. Get Back (billy preston the man that you were)

40. She Came In Through The Bathroom Window (best of the abbey road medley)

39. I’ve Got a Feeling (i LOVE paul's deep voice)

38. When I’m Sixty Four (i love paul's granny music. sue me)

37. Come Together (john was so good at writing these nonsense songs)

36. The Fool on The Hill (adore the "ohHhHhHhHhHhh")

35. Fixing a Hole ("when i'm wrong, i'm right" is so very paul)

34. Girl (BRILLIANT middle)

33. Help! (vulnerable without overdoing it. just fantastic)

32. Day Tripper (unashamedly sexy)

31. And I Love Her (i love basically everything about this song. ranking got so hard from here)

30. You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away (john was ON IT for Help!)

29. Nowhere Man (my brother thinks this will be the name of john's biopic)

28. Lady Madonna (my favourite genre of paul songs are songs where he voyeuristically imagines someone's life. they always slap)

27. Paperback Writer (i also write at shitty newspapers and want to be a paperback writer. this song feels too targeted)

26. In My Life (so pretty. SO pretty)

25. The Ballad of John and Yoko (imagine the vibes in the recording studio. john. yoko. paul. and yet they made this banger)

24. Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) (my first ever favourite beatles song. has since been demoted but i still adore it)

23. I am the Walrus (john at his weirdest best)

22. She’s Leaving Home (i love when they write narratively)

21. If I Fell (angelic harmonies)

20. Don’t Let Me Down (fifth beatle billy preston supremacy)

19. Because ("love is all, love is you"

18. I Want You (She’s So Heavy) (vocals, instruments, lyrics, vibes, all incredible)

17. Two Of Us (and if i said this was the best album opener?)

16. Here, There, and Everywhere (paul says this is his favourite beatles song and you know what? he's so right for that)

15. Oh! Darling (wario of the long and winding road. no i will not elaborate either)

14. You Never Give Me Your Money ("OUT OF COLLEGE MONEY SPENT SEE NO FUTURE PAY NOT RENT" that is... me right this actual moment)

13. Something (george said is anyone else gonna write one of the best love songs of all time? no okay i guess i will. and he did.)

12. Golden Slumbers (cried to this as well. must stress i am not one to cry)

11. Eleanor Rigby (the pinnacle of the MVS - McCartney Voyeuristic Storytelling)

10. A Day in The Life (orchestra used to scare me when i was younger)

9. While My Guitar Gently Weeps (george's best beatles song hands down)

8. I’ll Follow the Sun (THE MOST UNDERRATED BEATLES SONG and i will die on this hill

7. Yesterday (my father's favourite beatles song)

6. The Long and Winding Road (my go to song to sing in the shower for some reason?)

5. We Can Work It Out (pure lennon-mccartney baby!)

4. Let It Be (the first and only song i ever learnt on ukulele and i was so proud of it)

3. Strawberry Fields Forever (do i even have to say anything?)

2. Blackbird (everything about this song is so beautifully perfect. paul mccartney is the best songwriter of all time okay. i've spent days upon days at this list and it's now making me emotional)

1. Hey Jude (there's a reason it tops so many best songs of all time lists. a perfect 10. no notes. iconic. the first beatles song i played on repeat. would die slash kill to experience this live)

#the beatles #i can’t believe now that i have this out of the way i actually have to like. study for my exams. gross #as if anyone force me into doing this #i just wanted a project for my reawakened obsession and also i love lists #please!! tell me what your favourites are!! but be nice 🔪#dunno who to rank next

7 notes · View notes

scotianostra · 1 year

Text

October 2nd 1721 saw the little known Battle of Coille Bhan (Scottish Gaelic for White Wood).

This was more of a skirmish in real terms, but history recall it as a battle, to me the numbers involved make it less so. The way I look at it is that this was also an attempt by the Government of the, still quite new, Union, to impose some sort of rule to the Highland Clans, in this instance it can also go down as leading from an often overlooked Jacobite uprising in 1719, called The “Little Rising“.

The background was that government forces had failed to take the lands of Mackenzie of Seaforth. The taxes being collected by Mackenzie's factor, Donald Murchison were being sent to Mackenzie himself who was living in exile in France for his part in the '15 Jacobite uprising, after which his lands were forfeited to the crown. It was decided that a second attempt should be made to seize Mackenzie of Seaforth's estates.

This time 160 soldiers of Colonel Kirk's regiment left under the command of a Captain McNeil, who unlike their predecessors who had been ambushed in Glen Affric, McNeil took a longer but easier route from Inverness to Dingwall then onto Strath-Garve and Loch Carron.Mackenzie's force were led by Colonel Donald Murchison who had led the ambush at Glen Affric, and I bloody wish my spell check didn't keep trying to make me say Africa instead of Affric!!!

Anyway the Colonel marched his men up a mountain pass called Mam Attadale, a "gallant" relative, named Kenneth Murchison volunteered to attempt an ambush with a small party of 13 at Coille Bhan (White Wood), while the bulk of the party should remain where they were.

Captain McNeil with 18 men of his government force advanced on Kenneth Murchison's position. They received fire in which several of the government troops were wounded and one was killed. McNeil persisted in attacking his enemy and eventually he defeated them and Kenneth Murchison's men withdrew, as they were unable to resist any further, there is no mention of the Jacobite's losses.

The long and short of it is, although Captain McNeil had defeated this advance force, he soon heard of the larger group of Mackenzies waiting at Attadale under the command of Donald Murchison, unwilling to take on these men, who also held the high ground McNeil, himself wounded retreated and high-tailed it back to Inverness.

Kenneth Murchison quickly rejoined Colonel Donald on Mam Attadale, with the cheering intelligence that one salvo of thirteen guns had repelled the hundred and sixty red-coats. No further attempts were made on Mackenzie of Seaforth's lands.

This episode confirmed the view in the south that the Jacobite clans equated with banditry and disorder, but Donald Murchison was also a bold man, reading on, in the History of The Mackenzies he appeared in Edinburgh two years later with £200 in back rents, looking for someone to take it over to France, he was not so stupid as to make himself conspicuous and is said to have been wearing "the garb of a lowlander", he did however spend two weeks in the capital, and although he was a wanted man went unmolested during this time.

Mackenzie of Seaforth, also known as William dubh MacKenzie or Black MacKenzie, like may other Jacobites during earlier uprisings, was later pardoned and returned returned to Scotland in 1726, he died in 1740.

During the '45 uprising, such was the split across The Highlands one of his sons fought on the Hanoverian side in the campaign, whereas a large part of the Clan Mackenzie followed the chief's cousin George Mackenzie, 3rd Earl of Cromartie chose to fight for the Jacobite cause.

The pics showsmoorland and Lochcarron, the second is Attadale Forest Early morning cloud clearing out of the valleys. Forest can mean hunting area, hence the forest without any trees., next is the expanse of land that Clan MacKenzie enjoyed as their own, and their clan crest with the motto Luceo Non Uro (I shine, not burn). MacCoinneach the Gaelic name for the clan means son of the fair bright one.

#scotland #scottish #history #jacobites

21 notes · View notes

indecentpause · 1 year

Text

Saturday Six/Six Sentence Saturday

YES I know it should be Sunday but tomorrow is the pride parade and I'm going for the first time in years and I'm excited!!! I'm gonna kiss all the kinksters and flip off all the corporate floats

so here, have an early Sunday Six

from the soon to arrive White Rabbit!

cw: drugs (smoking and snorting), addiction, gun mention

I’m here with my sort of best friend, sort of worst enemy, the girl I have a really weird I sort of love you I sort of hate you I sort of want to fuck you I really want to fucking kill you friendship with, and she wants me to smoke meth. “I’m not smoking that,” I say. “That’s what got my uncle put in prison,” I say. “Then don’t be stupid and get pulled over in a stolen car with stolen guns in the back while you’re high like he did,” she says. “I won’t, because I’m not touching that shit.” “That’s cool,” she says. “More for me.” “Just don’t be stupid and overdose yourself,” I say. I pull a bag of 160 Oxys out of my purse, my ID and a dollar bill out of my wallet. “Can I use your microwave plate?” I ask. “Help yourself,” she says, taking her first hit. I crush two pills into dust, cut it into lines with my ID, roll up my bill and snort all three one right after the other. Salvage what I missed into a bump and snort that too. Lick the residue off my ID. No, you’re a fucking addict.

General taglist: @ohsugarfoot @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @viskafrer @thelaughingstag @athenswrites @kaiusvnoir @magic-is-something-we-create�� @fictionalbullshitter @idreamonpaper

let me know if you want to be on the White Rabbit taglist specifically! if you are on my general list and need to not be tagged in it for any reason, please let me know that as well!

#sunday six #six sentence sunday #writeblr #my writing #wip #excerpt #a day early but here ya go #white rabbit #diana cashler

7 notes · View notes

dinoraur24 · 1 year

Text

Love in War - Prologue ------------------------------------------------ Duty After School Fanfic

Wang Tae Man x Fem!OC

Summary:

The Sunshine of 3-2 didn't expect her senior year to end up in the military during an alien apocalypse…

Hwang Ha-Yun was born to have a bright personality. Her name means sun after all. Everyone calls her the 'Sunshine of 3-2'. Mostly everyone gets along with her until she reaches her boiling point where her temper could be as hot as the sun.

Wang Tae Man, the class clown of 3-2, has been her partner in crime since the fateful day she moved next door. They've been inseparable ever since.

With an alien apocalypse added into the mix and traumas resurfaced, what will happen to their relationship? And will they be able to survive? Warning: I will not use Korean unless it is slang or cursing or titles wtv. Cuz Korean isn't my first language. So see it as subtitles. [560 words] [Other Chapters] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hwang Ha-Yun did not like shooting.

“Yah, Ha-Yun-ah! There’s an alien on your right!” shouted Wang Tae Man. He pointed to an alien creature that was making its way to her.

Ha-Yun quickly tried to aim at the creature. If she missed the shot, she’d be dead.

“Please please please let me get this one,” she mumbled to herself. She took a deep breath. A bead of sweat was threatening to trickle down her temple.

She aimed…

She pulled the trigger…

And missed.

‘You Died’ was displayed on the screen.

“Awww,” Ha-Yun groaned as she placed back the gun on the holder. She watched how the alien stabbed her character repeatedly. That made her squirm and look away. She swore she could’ve gotten it if she wasn’t such a bad shot. Shooting games were never her thing. Too much killing. She only played the shooting ones because of her best friend's pleading.

Tae Man ruffled her dark hair. He was a whole head taller than her. And with that fact, he would always take every opportunity to tease her 160 cm-ness. He’d use her head as an armrest from time to time, he’d comically bend his knees just to be on the same eye level as her, and he’d especially love stealing her stuff and holding it high in the air. She, of course, ends up jumping on him to get it. “It’s ok, Shorty. At least you outlived me.”

Ha-Yun smacked his hand away and glared at him. “Yah, you’re ruining my hair.”

A familiar glint appeared in his eyes that Ha-Yun absolutely loved but despised at the same time. He messed her hair more with both of his hands and pinched her cheeks. “But you look so cute.”

A not-so-foreign heat crept up her neck. She had never felt it before moving to high school. But their dynamic seemed to change a bit when they became teenagers. They were still thick as thieves, of course. But there was something there that wasn’t there before. He’d flirt with her and she too would do it back. And some of their touches could feel so intimate. But Ha-Yun always pushed the feelings away, not wanting to risk it. Tae Man was her anchor. God knows, what’d happen if he’s gone from her side.

So, she did what any normal best friend would do in this situation. Kicked his legs hard.

“Yah, Hwang Ha-Yun!” he shouted as he grabbed the throbbing leg.

Ha-Yun laughed and sprinted away. Not long after, Tae Man started chasing her, and off they went home after a long day at the arcade.

Their houses were right next to each other. With only a big tree separating them in the middle. So, their dads built them a treehouse connecting to their room windows. It made it 10 times easier to annoy each other. Ha-Yun would always remember how they met.

Ha-Yun moved there when she was six years old after her dad remarried. She met Tae Man while unpacking in her room. He was shouting for her from his room window across hers. When she finally opened her own, he shouted, “Hi! I’m Wang Tae Man! Who are you?”

The little girl with pigtails shouted back with waving arms. “I’m Hwang Ha-Yun!”

“That’s a pretty name! Can I call you Sunny?”

And they were inseparable ever since.

#duty after school #wang tae man #wang tae man x reader #moon sang min #first time posting on tumblr lol #very slow updates

12 notes · View notes

menalez · 2 years

Note

my bf is half Native and I'm white. once we got into this weirdly specific argument where he was like 'if we're ever cornered by a stranger with a gun you have to do the talking because you're a little white blonde girl so he'll be nicer to you' and I don't say it to him because idk if it's my place so I'd rather not come off the wrong way, but he's completely white passing. like his friends will sometimes forget that he isn't completely white and he has to remind them, frequently, levels of white passing. he is also 6'3 and 250 pounds, and I'm 5'5 and 160 pounds, for further context. so anyway I was like 'if a man corners us with a gun he probably doesn't give a fuck that I'm a blonde white girl and probably intends to hurt me, so since men often either fear or respect other men, especially tall, imposing men more, I think that responsibility would be on you big guy' and he essentially just went 'you're wrong, men are more respectful to women and I would be in more danger than you since I'm Native' and told me to drop it. he picked up that I was annoyed with him afterward but I have no idea how to navigate the topic without hitting a sore spot or something, or if I'm out of line here. not necessarily asking for advice and idk why I sent this, but that "i'm black" anon who was racist to you dredged it up for some reason.

if he’s rly that white passing then he needs to get over himself and realise that some weird racist gunman isnt going to magically sniff out his genetics and find out that he’s not just white. what even is the point of bringing up such a weird hypothetical scenario and telling you to practically endanger your life for him?? sorry anon but reading this pissed me off wtf kind of boyfriend is that 😭 and the whole “men are more respectful to women” yeah bc whistling and howling at random women on the street & killing us if we reject them & constantly looking down on us as inferior is the beacon of respect

9 notes · View notes

temperedgods · 7 months

Text

Part 1 Chapter 7

I'm pretty sure that last week or the week before I mentioned it being close to the end. Well this starts on pg 92 and the end is around pg 160. Probably shouldn't have said it. But this part I like, really begins to tie in the rest of the world from the little adventure that's been going on. Also the bard is very much being the bard here.

The ride was long enough for everyone to get in some sleep, despite the rough road conditions. While the city of Cherryville was quite beautiful, especially during this time of year with all of the trees blooming, it would have to wait for later as the caravan pulled down into an unnaturally foggy valley filled with dragon bones and an intimidating stone tower.

The caravan stopped and everyone stumbled out of their rides. Lawrence ordered the drivers to stay back as Charlie quickly gave them some autographs. The group marched to the front door of the tower, two stone dragons guarding each monstrous wooden door of the tower.

Lawrence casually handed Morgan a heavy caliber pistol.

“You know I don’t like using guns.” Morgan quipped.

“You know I wouldn’t give it to you unless it was important.”

Morgan took the gun and readied it.

Joseph also had a gun, a heavy caliber revolver.

“Joseph, you have a gun?” Jordan asked.

“Of course I have a gun! Sometimes magic doesn’t cut it! Let's kill this guy so I can get back to my cube.”

“Could you get the door for us Joseph?” Lawrence asked him.

“Right right, stand back and let me take care of this.”

Joseph didn’t use something like a fireball to obliterate the door or perhaps rot to disintegrate it but rather a simple heavy force spell that shattered the door into fine splinters. Without missing a beat all of them stepped forward and began firing into the tower, at a dragon with Naturius on its back.

The dragon had bright white scales and intense magma red eyes that glowed even in bright daylight. Its huge wings were held tightly behind its back and four fingered claws that could rip a house apart without resistance.

The hail of gunfire did nothing to the dragon as Naturius laughed behind its magic shield.

“Glad you all could come and see my official coronation as I, King Naturius, clean this land of the living.” Naturius snapped his fingers. “Mufon, men, take care of them, I have work to do.”

Naturius looked terrible. He’d been shot multiple times in the past day and previously slashed in the face by a dagger. But clerics had done their best to heal him before this encounter. Despite this he looked even worse than all of the sleep deprived members of the group.

His men and his serpent dragon descended upon the group, however Joseph wasn’t having this. With an interesting spell that reloaded all of their weapons, and a fireball, the group gained an upper hand. But this slaying of the serpent dragon and The Dismayed yielded Naturius time to escape with his new dragon, smashing through the top of the tower and flying out into the distance.

The dust settling the group looked upon the pile of corpses they had created.

“I do not like having killed an endangered species.” Lucan mumbled.

“Not getting any disagreements here my friend.” Morgan acknowledged.

Morgan crouched down by Mufon and said a small prayer, hoping that the dragon would be judged nicely by Grimbergen and Ikos.

It was here when everything that has occurred in the past two days finally caught up to everyone. Gunfire, the encounter with possibly the last vampire in existence, the mind breaking spells that said their friends were actually ready to cut their skin off, the multiple deities certainly angered, came to a head right here in a cursed tower.

Lucan stared hard into the distance while Kracak wondered how she even made it this far.

Jordan almost crumpled onto the stony floor if not saved by Malan and Riley, as they all had realized the multiple times of near death experiences.

Lawrence considered for a moment that maybe it was time for retirement.

Morgan closed the eyes of the lifeless Mufon and pulled the talisman out of his pocket. He raised the talisman high into the air, pointing at the stone statue of the other dragon.

“Great dragon of Lunaren I call for your aid!” He yelled as his voice echoed through the tower. Everyone felt a stir in the tower.

“We are in desperate times and the followers of the goddess of darkness. Those who scurry through the night, who raise themselves to the light of the moon, we call for your aid now!” The stir turned to a tremble.

“For those who cannot fight for themselves, blinded by the light of day, we need YOU!”

The trembling stopped, then the statue erupted, throwing stone and dust everywhere revealing the dragon who slept within it.

Its scales were matte black, almost absorbing light. Wings extending out and ocean blue eyes that could light a whole room.

Morgan stared directly into the dragon’s gaze and it spoke to him telepathically.

“I am Corlyx, champion of Lunaren. I thank you for releasing me and I ask what my orders are.” Kracak rose and addressed the dragon.

“I am a follower of Lunaren and I am blessed to be in the presence of her champion.”

Corlyx angled her head.

“Then why is this follower of Polotos the one who summoned me?”

“I uh, actually haven’t really followed her in some time.” Morgan muttered.

“Wonderful! I shall show you the ways of Lunaren.”

“Sure, but we need you to deal with your half-sibling. Was here about 5 minutes ago and split with the guy who summoned them.”

“Of course it’s always Garrick who is stirring up trouble! I will help you in stopping him but I believe there are some others outside that I sensed as I was unleashed from my tomb.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow and turned to the group.

“Giant dragon says there are some people outside.”

“Are they friendly?” Charlie asked after finishing a nip of rum he had in a flask.

“Don’t know but they haven’t come inside so who’s to say?”

Morgan quickly realized Jordan had collapsed and rushed over to see them being tended to by Malan. Riley was also helping by giving her something to lay back on.

“Jordan, all of us really, have been running on fumes.” Malan explained. “I think they’ll be fine but it’s time we got a proper rest that’s not on a train or the back of a military vehicle.”

Morgan nodded to the affirmative and got back up to go investigate their visitors.

Save for Malan, Riley and Jordan, the group opened the door to see who was there. A cohort of violet robed individuals stood outside, the drivers looking on in confusion.

“Aw shit it’s them.” Joseph said glumly. He stepped forward and raised his voice. “Look guys we’re on a bit of a timetable here so if we could get moving we can get back to saving the world or whatever.”

The individuals responded by raising their right hands to eye level. Each hand cast a yellow beam that hit Joseph, dropping him and taking a tumble down the steps.

“Joseph!” Morgan yelled, being stopped in their place by another spell. Standing motionless, all of them unable to cast or raise weapons, the figure in the middle pulled his hood down.

It was Luther Armsworth, the head member of the council of mages. The others revealed themselves as the other members of the council.

“Your actions have not gone unnoticed by us and the crown, spellcasters. Your presence is demanded by the king, immediately.” Luther announced. He snapped his fingers and a door between their plane and that of Ykasha formed. He and the council members went through the portal and pulled the frozen group through with them.

No one directly watched but they heard Riley trying to quickly follow behind before the door rudely closed in front of him.

Riley barked indignantly and dispelled his bound quarterstaff. He turned and saw Joseph slowly getting up. He rushed over to help him get on his feet.

Joseph rubbed his head and groaned at the bruises he got from taking the tumble down the steps. He looked to Riley, who smiled his big dog smile. He patted Riley on the head

“Thanks bud. If you'll excuse me I have some murdering, er, business, to attend to with the mage’s council.”

Joseph looked straight up and flew high into the sky. Riley watched on as the wizard flew out of sight before seeing Malan and Jordan come out from the tower.

“Where did they go?” Malan asked Riley. He barked unsure, not knowing where the rest were taken. Jordan rubbed their head and answered.

“I think I heard Luther from the mage council. So probably the capital?”

“Do you think the dragon would take us there? It would take a while for those guys to drive us there.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

Malan turned back and approached Corlyx.

“Ah, a follower of Mikaela. Yours and mine are quite good friends.” Corlyx announced telepathically to Malan.

“I’m glad to hear that. Could we get a lift from you? Morgan, the one who freed you, just got snatched up by some creepy old guy and his sycophants who are taking them to the capital, Gregora.”

Corlyx dipped her head down to Malan’s level.

“I believe I could help with this request.”

Riley had seen this as a perfect opportunity. He bolted straight to Corlyx and gave her a head pat. Malan giggled at the sight.

“An Anthu. It has been a long time since I have met one of these powerful warriors.” “And he’ll also be going with us too. Also my friend Jordan too.”

Corlyx looked over to Jordan, still gathering their breath.

“I can sense you two-” “Yeah more than friends, I know.”

Corlyx raised her head and extended out a large claw. The 3 hopped on and the dragon exited through the same hole Garrick and Naturius had done so earlier.

The group was spat out in front of the king’s court. Luther ushered them out of the doorway as the rest of the mages took another door to their chambers that sat on the opposite side of the king’s castle.

The hall was royally furnished, exotic wood from Atrocostas with fancy designs carved or burned into their surfaces with expert cut jewels and shiny metal adorning it.

The king, Gregory the 8th, sat idly on his throne. Rather than in a cape, gilded silks, and a scepter, Gregory had on sports wear of tan shorts and a light blue breathable t-shirt. He had been quickly informed of this meeting and could not get time to get his fashion brigade to get him changed in time.

“You have been called here today for your paramilitary actions on Talmin soil, wanton destruction of ancient sites, and chaos within our most vital port city.” Luther announced.

“Paramilitary?” Charlie yelled “Wanton destruction? Look pal I don’t know what you see through your crystal ball but we were trying to stop that shit from happening. I just shot a dragon who breathes thunderstorms on the college and you think we’re the bad guys?!”

Luther saw the druid and the celebrity Charlie was.

“I do not take answers from Druids, or has beens.” Luther sneered.

Charlie took one step forward and began to draw his saber before Lucan and Morgan held him back.

“Luther!” The king announced, echoing through the court. Luther slowly turned to his highness. “This is not your interrogation. I asked you to bring them here and that is all. You will excuse yourself back to your council and I will debrief you afterwards. Do I make myself clear?” Luther cursed under his breath.

“I understand clearly.” Luther answered and then marched out of the court. The giant wooden door chattering as he slammed the door shut.

The king stood up from his throne and walked down the steps. He investigated each of them before finally walking forward again and reached out for a hug from Lawrence. “It has been so long my friend!” He announced in a much cheerful voice. Lawrence stepped up and returned the hug.

“I must plan another hunt for us to go on in the near future. Our last trek through the Giant’s Pass was wonderful!”

“It sure was Greg.”

“I do apologize for the Mages. We hadn’t gotten word that Northwin was already aiding you, I only got that information a minute before you arrived. If I had known that I would have had them airlift you here instead of taking that path through Ykasha.”

“We had already taken the path once. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Nonsense I will make sure that they’re informed of this blunder in communication. And one thing they didn’t communicate with me is why you have been taking these actions. So, what has been going on Lawrence?”

“The Dismayed are here again Greg.”

Greg took a deep and long sigh. A few years wore on his already creased face.

“I was hoping this was just improper communication about some training you were doing. Not some cult trying to bring the end of the world, your bread and butter.”

Lawrence nodded along.

“I will contact Northwin and they will give you all the resources you need to stop them. And Lawrence, when you are finished with this, I would like for you to really consider having your operations under the purview of the crown. So we don’t have issues like this again. I will extend this offer to your, uh, recruits.”

Greg gestured towards the rest of the group.

“Please see yourself out as I have a match to finish. Take care of yourselves. And it is good to see you’re alive Charlie”

Lucan opened the door and they followed a path pointed out by the King’s guard. They were a collection of soldiers and spellcasters, some of the few combatants not on the Northwin payroll.

The giant gates of the castle opened and revealed the sprawling metropolis of Gregora. The castle and the mage’s council looked quaint amongst the steel highrises and brownstones that littered the city.

Joseph landed in front of the group shortly after they emerged from the castle

“Hey guys, gonna go kill the mage’s council, wanna see?”

“Absolutely!” Charlie yelped. Lawrence grabbed him by the shoulder.

“No, no murdering the mages Joseph. We have things figured out and you aren’t going to ruin those plans, Joseph.” Lawrence announced.

Joseph grumbled and remembered what else he had to say.

“Right the two clerics and the cute dog took Corlyx and they should be here any moment now. See, right there.” Joseph pointed in the sky as the entire city looked up and saw a giant black dragon fly over the city and land in an open lot.

The group rushed to the parking lot and heard car alarms go off from Corlyx’s heavy landing.

She had already dropped her 3 passengers off as they waited for their friends to regroup. Morgan greeted Jordan and Riley with a large hug between them.

“Are you alright?” Morgan asked Jordan.

“I’m fine, just still feeling exhausted. What about you, are you okay?”

“Yeah the mages didn’t roughen us up or anything. Joseph is feeling back to his usual self, albeit very angry at the council.”

“I would imagine.” Morgan pulled in for another hug and as he did so he looked to Malan. He mouthed ‘thank you’ to her as she smiled back.

He pulled away and looked up to their dragon friend casually observing the city.

“Christon looks much different than when I saw it last.” She said to the group telepathically.

Except Lawrence and her three recent passengers, the group was confused.

“Right, Corylyx hadn’t known the name was changed with Gregory 1st. She’s been asleep long enough it was still run by the Christopher lineage.” Malan explained.

“Wow.” Charlie exclaimed.

Corlyx quickly turned to him.

“Another champion in my sight. The one of the natural form, Janall. I am blessed by your presence.”

“Well it is always nice to meet another champion. There is Lawrence here who holds the title of the Mikaela bloodline. He’s a bit of a wet blanket but you're quite the sight to behold.”

Lawrence shot daggers at Charlie.

“We have many hunts under the moonlight and love the creatures who find solace in the nightlight.” Lucan raised an eyebrow and whispered to Kracak.

“I think Charlie is trying to flirt with the dragon.”

Kracak cracked up in laughter at the realization.

“Okay Charlie!” Morgan spoke up. “I believe you and Corlyx will have a lot of time later to speak about the night. But for now we probably need to find a place for you to stay while we get final preparations underway.”

“Ooh!” Joseph yelped. “I got a guy who can help with that.” Morgan turned.

“You do?”

“Of course I do, let me give him a call.”

Joseph prepared a 2 way message spell with some rolled up paper and copper wire. After a moment he got his contact to pick up.

“Yo what’s up?”

“Yeah I can imagine. Listen, I have a bit of a problem with storing a dragon, could you help with that? One of the ones from the tower out by Cherryville.”

“Really? You want that?” Joseph stood for a moment pondering the barter. “Alright fine you can have it.”

“Fine whatever, see ya.” Joseph hung up.

“Alright he’ll help out, but it’s only me, the dragon, and Morgan that goes to this exchange.”

“We can get a place to stay while you go out!” Charlie replied. “I know a nice bed and breakfast that can lodge all of us.”

Without thinking Charlie began walking away towards his place with the rest following.

Joseph turned to Morgan and let him in on the situation, but only just barely.

“You’re way out of your depth with what’s about to happen, let me do the talking.”

He looked up to Corlyx.

“Take your friend and just follow me to where we need to go, okay Corlyx? It should be pretty quick.”

Corlyx nodded and knelt to give Morgan a ride.

After a quick ride out in the middle of nowhere Joseph stopped at a ravine with two people waiting at the top. The group landed and saw a human in a silver robe with a well kept goatee, jet black hair, and intimidating green eyes. With him was a Halcyon, an offshoot of the guardians of Ykasha who came to the world of Omnus for a much different life. Her skin was a pinkish violet, a long tail, silver hair that complimented her companion’s robe, and disarming light blue eyes.

“So, the one who summoned Lunaren’s dragon was a paladin?” The man announced.

“Sure did, now can you help us out with the dragon?”

“Sure. This is a freebie but I can give your dragon a bit of a boost in battle as well, given she’s about to throw down with her half brother I would assume they’re evenly matched.”

Joseph eyed him.

“Why give us this?”

“Because I am a caring person Joseph, why else? Maybe I wanna see those Dismayed creeps get what’s coming to them.”

Joseph never mentioned The Dismayed once.

“Fine, here.” Joseph held out a small canvas bag and was quickly snatched and stuffed inside the man’s pocket.

“Do you have the object that summoned the dragon?”

Morgan shook his head yes and pulled out the talisman. The man whistled.

“Wow, didn’t know that’s what that was for. I always thought it was some old trinket. Well anyways.”

The man held a scroll in one hand and casted with his other. A dark fog emerged from his hand and entered the talisman.

“There you go, now you can store your dragon in there for future use rather than holding it inside a giant stone statue. I will give a warning, that thing is now under a lot of pressure so don’t drop it or the world will probably, almost definitely, cease to exist.” Morgan’s eyes widened as he carefully slid it back into his pocket. The Halcyon chuckled at his reaction.

“Well, it hasn’t been a pleasure Joseph. Don’t ever contact me again.” “Oh you know I will. Morgan, let’s go.”

Morgan eyed the man as he turned away. The Halcyon gave him a wink and turned away with him.

#wizards #werewolves #druid #paladin #warlock #cleric #dragon #sorceress #mage

0 notes