#‘common courtesy’ XD

[tarashima]

Me five years ago: That's it, this episode is adding a second ygo notp for me because holy fuck it's awful. But that list will probably not grow, with me being multishipper and everything

Me now: welp seems I'm joining the ones getting a notp because the fans are so annoying, rude, immature and outright vile I can't handle it. Good job making others like your ship, guys. Good job not understanding how only passion can breed passion

[melkyt]

Talking specifically Lawlu age gap, Luffy is underage for some of their relationship, and I write it that way, this has been a warning ~

I believe that Law fell for Luffy when he punched the celestial dragon, then my personal headcanon is that they got together right before timeskip

Luffy is 17

Anytime I talk about them being on amazon lily, Luffy is 17 going on 18 right

Law has no idea how old Luffy is, that never even crossed his mind. They are pirates in a world where age-gap relationships are common. Law might even have a skewed view on relationships courtesy of Doflamingo, we know celestial dragons care even less about age than pirates do

Law might be one of the few people who knows exactly how old he is, being a survivor of Flevance, where it was importsnt to keep track of the passage of time for survival

Luffy probably doesn't even know his birthday, not in a way that he takes note off

Makino might give him Ace and Sabo a cake on the days they were brought or they met, but when they were born? A mystery!

Law asking and trying to count, only to come to the realization in punk hazard he was dating a 17 year old gremlin for a few months before they went their seperate ways. Law panicking for a minute, trying to think if he ever did anything to use the perceived power imbalance between them only to realize it was Luffy dragging him places and telling him to do this or that, (if he wants to but Law aint saying no, because the do match each others energy even if Law grumbles about it in the early days xd)

Law just goes with the flow almost the entire time, and doesn't even notice he was swept up in Luffy's shenanigans (even if you know his crew is calling him out xd)

So by the time Smoker gives him the talk of dating someone younger, Law has already twisted the idea in his head upside down and inside out, that he is not so bothered by the fact that he had no fcking idea how old Luffy was when they fell into their relationship xd

[1moreff-creator]

Hello! Not sure if you share headcanons regarding ships, but if so, then do you have any in regard to Xanace? Feel free to discard this if otherwise ^^

Hello! You know, I don’t think I’ve ever really talked about ships outside of some jokes here and there, but I’ll see what I can do! No Killing Game AU because I don’t know what to do within the KG, and mostly fluff because I'm not an angsty kinda mood :v

Getting Together

-Xander and Ace disliked each other upon first meeting in Hope’s Peak, kinda like canon. You know, Ace’s rudeness annoyed Xander, who scared Ace in return.

-But… they shared classes with Mai, who was hellbent on everyone getting along. Somehow she manages to get them to talk in friendlier terms, and they actually find out they have quite a bit in common. I hope you know enough about Mai for that to make sense.

-They start acting a bit like each other’s impulse control, with Xander getting Ace to back down from meaningless fights and Ace rightfully calling out Xander whenever he gets in too deep in something revolution-related and doesn’t get the help he needs (“what? So you think you’re so much smarter than all of us that you’re the only one that can steal those documents? How about you go sleep for the first time this week and I show you how easy it is!”)

-Ace starts feeling safer around Xander because of his inhuman strength and general protectiveness, and Xander starts feeling like he can relax around Ace. Ace is actually pretty funny when he's not being mean, turns out.

-Ace is actually the one to confess first, and he did it by writing a love letter because he was too scared to say it out loud... prompting Xander to first ask Whit and Arei if they were pranking him, because "there's no way Ace writes in cursive." The misunderstanding got resolved quickly, and they got together.

Fluff

-Ace is uniquely capable of getting Xander our of the worst of moods. If Xander's feeling broody and doesn't wanna talk about it, all he has to do to cheer up is watch Ace's silly antics for a little bit, and he'll be fine.

-Whenever Xander gets pissed off at some form of corruption or another, Ace will join in on the hate, even if he has no idea what the situation is.

-Ace likes calling in Xander whenever he gets scared of something, which is pretty often. There are a few dents in Hope's Peak's walls where Xander threw something at a spider on Ace's behalf.

CW: Eating disorder

-Xander always makes sure Ace eats the right amount and healthily, he's inescapable in this aspect. Funnily enough, Ace actually really dislikes a lot of the food Xander makes (way too spicy for him, it's canon the Rebel eats with a lot of spice), which helps him find the motivation to make proper meals for himself as to avoid being forced to eat those monstrosities. Conversely, Xander actually likes Ace's food... provided he's allowed to add a few metric tons of condiments and spices to it.

CW Over

-Xander gets roped into the Halloween Trio (Veronika-Arturo-Ace) movie nights that Vero drags Ace into. He doesn't actually like horror movies (particularly gory ones), but he enjoys it because Ace consistently clings to him for comfort during the scary parts.

-Xander loves Ace's family, because it's so big. 9 siblings?! He knows it's a little weird, but a lot of them remind him of his own family before they, y'know... so he likes hanging out at Ace's house because it kinda fills that hole in his heart.

-A lot of Ace's siblings make fun of Xander's British accent. He's learnt to accept this. They also make fun of Ace a lot, but they do it less in Xander's presence because he scary.

-So much corruption in the horse racing industry gets exposed, courtesy of Xander. So much.

(I don't actually know how corrupt that industry is but based on a quick google search, and given there's money and gambling involved, I'm assuming "at least quite a bit")

-Arei: "How did Ace Markey get a boyfriend before you?"

Whit: "I guess he was done... horsing around xD" (<- Actually very depressed about this fact)

-David is very supportive, since he wants to support anything his idol friend wants to do. He also happens to be mostly exempt from Ace's insults, since Xander gets sad whenever Ace says something bad about him.

-Ace: "Basically you're stupid and Xander's right."

Min: "Do you have any idea of what we're actually discussing?"

Ace: "No, and I don't need to."

-Xander isn't scared of horses or horse-riding, so he asks Ace if he could take him on a ride some time. Ace finally does it one day, except he rides the horse at Ultimate Jockey speed to get it over with faster.

Xander still isn't scared of horse-riding, but he'll probably never ride behind Ace again.

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I hope that's enough! Thanks for the ask!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Erlang does tell, that's how the Peach Maidens and Gold Star learned about the baby. Or rather, that the baby had arrived. They all zip over to Lao Tzu's lab for congratulations. When the Emperor and Queen Mother learn, they also send a courtesy congratulatory visit, 'Twas the least they could do after everything

referencing.

Yesss! Btw I had no idea that the seven maidens mentioned in JTTW were supposed to be JE and the Queen Mother's daughters until I drafted up the Celestial Family tree XD

The Orchard Maidens immediately drop whatever they were doing (fruit baskets, wine cups, ladders etc) to zoom over to Lao Tzu's lab and finally get a look at the baby!

The sheer amount of delighted squealing and awes that fill the room when the Maidens reach the lab nearly deafens Mac.

Yuebei is tiny, and has such lovely black fur and glowing ears. The Maidens praise and fret over Wukong as when he was a fellow attendant. Wukong is just smiling and wagging his tail like a happy dog getting praised. Yes! His baby is so cute and strong!

Meanwhile, Macaque is covering his ears and hiding at Wukong's side cus he isn't sure how welcome he is in Heaven rn... only for the Maidens to immediately recognise him as "their littlest sister's [PIF] friend!" and immediately start praising him for being so protective of his mate and baby!

And ofc the second the girls see MK, they are asking so many questions! Who is this handsome little cub? Is he their son? Oh! His babas are the pig-man and the teacher outside? How adorable! A lovely mixed family! They are overall super adoring of their adoptive little brother's new troop, and act like delighted aunties towards Yuebei, MK, and Bai He (someone they swear that they recognise).

Erlang ofc got eye-lazered by a startled Yuebei, so he just left his congrats card and "It's a Girl!" balloon at the lab before heading off to inform the Emperor and Queen Mother. Lao Tzu jokingly suggests getting the shadowpeach couple eye protection incase Yuebei has "trigger eyes".

The Queen Mother is super intriuged by Yuebei's arrival, especially since it's become common knowlegde *why* Sun Wukong sought out so many immortalities. She is the first of the royal couple to come get a look and offer her blessing - she briefly stops at the sight of the baby girl's midnight-black hair and big blue eyes; the little face reminding her of her own daughters. She certainly guffaws at the knowledge that Yuebei tried to eat the Samadhi Fire before she was even born! Wukong is pleasantly surprised at how kind the Queen is to him given the circumstances, but evidently Yuebei's presence quells at lot of anger. The Queen Mother makes a point of sending many gifts for Yuebei's man yue (one month celebration) to show her good faith.

The Jade Emperor sends a bottle of peach wine in the mail. He's currently holed up in his office teriffed of what Yuebei will grow up to be/what his wife will do to him when she gets back from hearing about Wukong's troubles during the Journey.

[justpottytime]

thinking about the ancient graffiti at a hotel in Pompeii "I'm sorry we wet the bed, but there was no chamber pot"

Pffft, oh my god, was that really a thing?! Well, fair enough - I don't know what that hotel expected! A chamber pot is common courtesy! XD

Thanks for the ask!

[littledesertfox]

intro, I guess?

hii! I figured I should make a post like this even though I have a feeling it will be like super messy xD

I've had an interest in history, specifically World War II basically since I was a kid. It was only recently though that I found out that there's a community for it! I've always had a thing with expressing my interests in ways that may seem slightly odd to other people, so it feels nice to see that there are others who seem to experience this in similar ways :3

I want to make it very clear that I am NOT a nazi or rightwing in any way, and I don't want actual (neo-)nazis to interact with my blog, seriously get the fuck out. Similarly, I don't want racists, lgbtq-phobes, ableists, religious extremists, pedos & zoos or people of similarly disgusting kind to interact. I'm literally queer and possibly neurodivergent (undiagnosed/suspected bc getting a therapy place is hard :/), this is really not a place for you. Also no Putin and/or Trump supporters preferably.

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I've been a fan of the Downfall parodies on youtube when I was younger and recently relapsed into this fixation😭 I don't know if this fandom even really exists at this point since it seems that many creators have left in the meantime, but I'd love to talk about it, maybe I'll even get to write fanfics at some point. Also a short disclaimer that when I talk about historical figures that play a major role in the Downfall parody universe (such as Fegelein, Krebs, Burgdorf etc), it will usually be about their parody selves, not the real people! I'll try to clarify that individually if needed though.

I've also started lurking a little in the reichblr tag with a feeling that I'd describe as "indimidated fascination". Currently I'm mostly interested in some members of the Wehrmacht, but other historical figures that I had or have an interest in might come up as well. Overall any stuff that I post will probably go more into the lighthearted and humorous direction, but I'd love to bring in some more educational stuff as well.

My inbox is always open if you want to gush or ramble about your favourite historical figures or Downfall characters (both from the parodies and the movie itself) and such! Please talk to me about our shared faves😭🫶

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I get crushes on fictional characters and sometimes historical figures too, but that doesn't mean I support, condone or defend their worldviews or actions in any way (this applies especially to real people of course)! These "crushes" usually stem from a place of fascination with who they were behind their public appearance, I want to know more about them as a private person, like their hobbies, favourite food and other mundane things like that. Often it's also simply that I feel physically attracted to their appearance because I think they're handsome, either that or they give me massive gender envy (or both lmao). I don't really control on who I fixate like that, it just happens, but I hope that this will be a place for me to express those feelings in some way and find like-minded people. Though I also want to point out that not all my fixations are automatically also crushes! Usually I will mention whether they are or not, or you'll probably notice based on what kind of posts I make about them lol.

Current main historical fixations:

Erwin Rommel (I can't help it I just think he's cute ._.)

Fritz Bayerlein (he's the dude in my pfp lol, there's barely info about him but idk I just think he's kinda interesting😭 also yes he was actually bi)

Current main Downfall fixations:

Hans Krebs & Wilhelm Burgdorf (the otp ever)

Wilhelm Mohnke (ngl Downfall!Mohnke is kinda fine❤️‍🔥 ... idk maybe I'm just finding the actor hot though😭)

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If I encounter things that make me uncomfortable I follow common fandom courtesy and block tags or blogs accordingly. This is nothing personal, I'm just curating my own online space. I don't want to see any harassment here, neither towards myself nor to others!

Anyway I guess that's it for now? Idk if this is any good as an intro post but for now it'll have to do I guess😂 I'm generally not really sure yet in which direction to go with this blog (should it be more Downfall or reichblr focused? is there a lot of overlap between the fandoms? do they even get along? help😭). I also don't know how active I'll be in general, I'm also constantly jumping between thoughts like "yee this is gonna be fun" and "dafuq am I doing here I should feel ashamed about myself" but I hope to meet people who share my interests :3

[prismaticpichu]

Heya folks!! Hope y’all are having a lovely day!!!

A while ago I ended up making a ZackSeph community here on Tumblr- buuuuttt in true Pichu fashion, I completely neglected any sort of advertising xD Oops. Anywho, here is the invite link for anyone who would like to join!! Anyone and everyone is welcome!! My goal is to build a safe, comforting, supportive, and (most impotently!) chaotic community where we can all scream about the duo that’s been dominating my brain space for years xD Let’s have some fun!!! 💖

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Notes!!

• This is a SFW space!! I would really appreciate if y’all respected that ❤️ (and, ofc, be sure to filter tags/posts in a way you’re most comfortable with!)

• You do not have to be obsessed with these two like I am to join, don’t worry! xD (I mean… if you do become obsessed, then- >:3c). Any degree of interest in these dorks is welcome!!

• On that note!~ this is is a space that focuses on both ZS’s platonic and romantic relationship!!! (Or what I like to call a Teal zone.) Plz respect each other’s preferences and post/interact with what y’all are most comfortable!!

• Annnd on THAT note!~ this is a safe haven! We are here to support each other, encourage each other’s works, respect each other’s tastes, and overall goof around like a bunch of goobers! Just have common courtesy (such as not critiquing works unless criticism is specifically asked). Try to keep the content mainnnnlyyy ZS if y’all can, but that by no stretch means that other characters aren’t allowed to hang with them!! <3

• And, lastly, if y’all would like any changes/have suggestions for the community, absolutely feel free to let me or the mods know! My goal is to create the most comfortable space for all- to the best of my abilities!!

Enjoy the chaos!! <3

[moongurl95]

7 Times the Charm

GN!MC / May or may not be an alternate version of a long fic I'm working on, but I've hit a writing rut and this prompt by @serpensortiamaxima (this is dedicated to you too OP!) got me churning out this piece until 4AM (now i can sleep with my brain empty! XD) also divider credits here

Summary: It was no secret that the Three Broomsticks can also be considered a social gathering for the latest news, and Sirona Ryan, the owner was at the neck of it. Or, a glimpse of a blooming relationship she'd observed since that Troll Attack in Hogsmeade. (One-shot also posted on AO3)

“Oh, there’s a face I haven’t seen before.” This may be the first time Sirona Ryan’s memory seemed to have failed her as she was confident in remembering her clientele.

“It’s my first time here.” The student had replied almost sheepishly, which explained everything to the bar owner. Of course, she’d heard about the latest talk in the streets of a Hogwarts student having been caught in a dragon attack.

“Welcome! Butterbeers on me.” Sirona assumed that the student was a transferee, after all, she’d never heard of a student starting this late in their Hogwarts education. “Glad to see you two escape injury.” She glanced between the two students with growing worry, having planned to check on the other shopkeepers and residents once the crowd had buzzed down from the recent Troll Attack in Hogsmeade.

“Thanks to this one. Single-handedly took down a Troll!”

“Is that right? Well done.” Of course Sirona couldn’t take the Sallow boy’s claim seriously, not when she was sure of the way the boy had looked admiringly at his new classmate. Before she could decide to play matchmaker however, they were interrupted by some brutes’ arrival.

The second time Sirona next saw the pair was on a relatively calm day in the Three Broomsticks, she considered herself not eavesdropping at all while the two students had quite the passionate discussion over a round of Butterbeer.

“Honestly! Why do you have to trouble yourself on a trip to get something for my sister? Anne wrote she’d be delighted by your very presence alone.”

“Because Sebastian, it’s common courtesy to bring a gift when visiting your friend’s family.”

Now this seemed to be a development. Sirona had to keep herself looking busy as she wiped away at the mugs on the counter, casting a knowing glance by the corner table to quickly spy the flustered look on the Sallow boy’s face.

Sirona could only hope to Merlin that his ‘friend’ fancied him the way he seemed to.

In exchange for asking her assistance on where to find her friend, Lodgok, Sirona in turn thought to request the new student’s help in retrieving her box of letters. Though she never would have predicted they’d also come as a pair this third time around.

“I’m not letting you go alone. And for Merlin’s sake, why a mine of all places? Do you happen to know what sort of creatures could possibly live there??”

Sirona could only watch in amusement as the Sallow boy was being pushed out by his classmate in an attempt to shush him, “Alright, alright – I’ll tell you all about it on the way. Just get going so we can at least finish this while there’s still sun out.”

The door to the Three Broomsticks had shut after their departure so Sirona could only guess how the rest of their day would go. One thing was for sure though, if she’d initially thought the Sallow boy only fancied his new friend before, then now Sirona was absolutely certain the boy was now smitten.

Maybe there was good reason to owl Mirabel after all, nothing better than an entertaining chat about young love over tea.

The next time Sirona served Butterbeer to the new student at the counter, she was half expecting them to be with a familiar face. Instead, they sat alone, looking quite under the weather as they seemed to stare unseeing into the tankard, Sirona was just about ready to lend a listening ear after she’d served all the other customers’ orders when the student had stood up just as a familiar Slytherin entered the premises.

Sirona was quick to notice the two of them weren’t on speaking terms as they passed by each other – the Sallow boy taking the stool beside where his friend just left. She chose to quietly serve him his share of Butterbeer before she continued to keep busy.

“Sirona, would you apologize if you said something… true but ended up sounding… mean?”

So that was how it was… “Well dear, first of all, it’s not what you said, but how you made them feel. So yes, an apology should be expected.”

“But… how?”

Sirona raised an eyebrow at him as if to say the answer should be obvious enough, but ended up sighing in exasperation as the boy looked pitifully at a lost, “If you aren’t ready to tell them personally, then a letter might suffice, and don’t make it just a simple apology either – at least, offer to take them somewhere you’d think would be meaningful to them.”

“A letter! That’s just it, of course!” Sirona watched as the boy waved his hand in thanks as he rushed out the doors, she hoped everything would turn up for the better the next time she saw those two together.

It didn’t however, for just days before the 5th, Sirona herself had received an unmarked letter notifying her of Lodgok’s passing – his gentle soul did not deserve the fate he was dealt with by his brother’s hands. Yet also here in her supposedly lively pub, sat another lost soul who she dearly tried to keep from straying to the Hog’s Head by keeping the Sallow boy’s tankard refilled with Butterbeer.

She’d heard he just lost his uncle and that the Sallow girl also informed him late, the poor twins were now left all alone.

And just when Sirona felt the boy slipping away, from the doors came in a face who she hoped would be successful in reeling Sallow from his darkest thoughts.

“Sebastian!”

Sirona was glad to see the boy encased in a hug, he dearly looked like he needed one…

“You’re safe now. I promise, I wouldn’t let them take you away.”

It may have well been a secret language only the two students shared with each other, but Sirona was nonetheless relieved to see the boy’s shoulders relax, the undeniable soft sob that escaped him was a sound that would forever tug at her heart.

And it seemed that heart wrenching sob echoed around the wooden panels of her establishment as the once lively pub was filled with students of varying years, all of which ranged from sniffling for their parents to a quiet uncertainty that loomed over the older ones.

Hogwarts was under attack, and despite how Sirona herself could not believe such a situation would even come about, the evacuated students who took shelter in the Three Broomsticks were enough to leave her unsettled for what was to come.

“Sirona! Are they here? Did they at least stop by here?” She could only shake her head in response, clearly seeing the Sallow boy was distraught.

“Sebastian! We have to settle ourselves and wait for Black’s announcement –“

“They could still be there, Ominis!” His next words were barely audible but somehow Sirona managed to catch a hint of it, “What if they’re fighting for their lives – alone? Against a Goblin Rebellion!”

“Attention, students!” Black did make an announcement right after that, clearing his throat as if today was a normal occurrence, “I am proud to announce that my esteemed faculty has handled the – uhm… rebellion. Yes, the Goblin rebellion – wait, what was that?”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as a House Elf seemed to whisper the latest news to his master, who gasped out as if he was scandalized, “A casualty you say???”

Sirona felt her heart drop at the sudden news, she could only watch as Sebastian Sallow all but rushed out of the doors, fearing for the worst.

Fear melted like snow from a season past, and while Spring came a bit too late for those who grieved, the flowers still bloomed.

The Three Broomsticks was once again abuzz with an energy of celebration and nostalgia – students crowded with relief at having survived their O.W.L.s and others were busy planning their summer ahead – two of which Sirona couldn’t help but approach, “Butterbeers on me, to the Hero of Hogwarts.” She’d winked before leaving the pair in their usual spot by the counter, not really meaning to overhear…

“So… I heard Fig left you a place in his will, back to London it is for you then?”

“Yes… and Feldcroft?”

“Can’t say I relish the thought of spending summer by myself, but I have a way to keep busy by doing some odd errands here and there, I suppose.”

“What would you say to a ticket to London?”

“What..?”

“I was only really planning to spend a few weeks there, fix some things that need to be done and well… spend some time in Feldcroft with you… if you’ll have me?”

“Of course! I – but why even take me to London – not that I’m complaining but –“

“Because I care, Sebastian. I – care about you… very much.”

Sirona couldn’t keep herself from spying a glance then, very happy to see the pair both sporting flustered faces. It may have taken a while, but there wasn’t a perfect time than any to start anew.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Spell your last name, please.

What -- Daryl's back at the Green's farm after falling down the ridge twice, hallucinating you and Merle, then making it home only to get grazed on his head by a bullet. In this chapter, he wakes up after losing consciousness. S02E05 Chupacabra

Who -- slow burn Daryl x Reader

When -- ten minutes after Daryl gets grazed by that bullet courtesy of Andrea following Invisible, tugging strings, Part 2. <- Read this chapter first!

Perspective -- 3rd person Daryl

Reader's pronouns? -- neutral again, slowpokes, they/them

TWs -- a few cusses in Daryl's perspective

How long will it take me? -- 7-10 minutes

Specific chapters to refresh your memories with -- How's your head? Part 2, Invisible tugging strings, Parts 1 -> and 2 <-

The title of this chapter is weird -- I know, y'all XD. It's in reference to a common (medical) trauma question to check cognition

Where's your Masterlist? -- official one here, chronological one here.

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for better context, reread Invisible, tugging strings, Part 2 here. It's got the word-for-word part of S02E05 Chupacabra with Merle before Daryl makes his way home and sees an angel you.

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Hm? Where in the—where is he and what’s warm stuff he just swallowed? Who the hell's this holding hi—

A bunch of voices start saying stuff, and all he sees is brightness and the outline of faces.

But there’s one, familiar voice closest to his ear that soothes, “Shh, sweetheart, you’re safe. Close your eyes awhile, it’s bright in here.”

...oh shit, is this heaven? It's real? I made it?

“Oh man, sorry,” the voice chuckles. “You’re just so hurt, pet names are floppin’ out of my mouth. Which is what some of your tea just did, too. Here, I’m gonna give you the straw. You’re in the Greene’s house.”

He starts to open his eyes again as he sips down more of the warm, peachy drink through the straw. Once he’s aware of it hitting the back of his throat, he starts to slurp it down because hot damn, he’s thirsty.

Finally, he’s able lift his eyes to see the angel his friend beside him, holding a mug.

Y/N.

“It’s from the box of peach tea we found yesterday,” Y/N happily tells him.

They look miles better than they did a few hours ago. He’s relieved.

Awareness of what’s going on and what happened snaps into gear and he tries to look behind him at his side that’d been gashed open, but doing that makes his head spin.

Also he’s—got a tube in his arm?

Y/N notices his confusion. “You need fluids, dude. Maggie suggested I rub your throat to get you take the drink down while you were half-conscious. It was workin’, too, just like for a cat. You’re on your second IV bag already, the first one went in right quick.”

Not to mention, what’s left of the peach tea in the mug is empty within seconds.

“Don’t worry, there’s more of that. You weren’t out too too long,” they mumble, setting the mug down. “We already checked you over for bites, now we’re disinfectin’ your side wound. Mr. Greene and Patricia are gonna resume that, okay? Then Maggie and I are gonna clean up your head.”

The best he can do is grunt in acknowledgement. He’s tired as fuck. Mumbling and quiet conversation fills the room.

“Daryl, spell your last name, please."

Spell his—huh? “Why’d d’you need my last name?” he slurs.

“To see how loopy you are,” Y/N dryly puts it. “I’m going to ask you to tell me the number ‘thirteen’ in a few minutes, deal? Thirteen.” They then uncap a—ha, orange gatorade? That’s their favorite—and place the straw in it and direct him to, “Hold this, drink, spell your last name for me.”

“D-I, um, X-O-N.” Ouch, his voice sounds like he gargled with pebbles. Feels like it, too.

“Did you take any kind of drug this afternoon, mushrooms?”

He makes an nuh-uh type of groan in response, and mumbles, “Tossed Merle’s hard stuff this mornin’.”

He feels whoever’s cleaning his gash pause, then continue. There’s extra hushed whispering, too.

“Th-that’s, um, very good! Ohh my.” His friend clears their throat. “So I guess we’ll only clap you in irons over charges of grand theft horse,” they snort. “Now, did you get mugged, did you fall, what happened to you out there, man?”

Whoever’s cleaning out his bolt wound, they’re pouring liquid stuff and dabbing at it, and shit it is stinging like a mother-fucker, ow!

“Rough afternoon,” he groans. Then, Daryl remembers the most important thing and slurs out a rushed, “Th’doll!” while opening his eyes again and trying to sit up. Pain stops him from moving much.

“Yes!" Y/N giggles. "Straight up, everybody here could’ve kissed you when we saw you’d found it, Daryl. Can you tell us where you found it?”

This rush of heat from outta nowhere zaps his cheeks as he rests his eyes again and relaxes down onto the pillow. “Bottom of the ridge,” he tells them.

“Clever man, you said it would be the best vantage point. Now, about those injuries, what made your afternoon ‘rough’ specifically?”

“…Fell down it.”

A small noise left Y/N’s mouth.

It's the old man’s voice who asks, “Is that how you got the wound to your side, here?”

“Happened th’first time I went down. Bolt.”

“The 'first time.' Y-you fell down it more than once? That’s—” squeaks from Y/N's mouth, then some babbling. “Oh m—does he need a traction collar or, or—”

“You said ‘bolt.’ Would that be from your crossbow?” comes the old man's voice again.

“Mm.”

“It’s remarkable the injury didn’t perforate any organs, passed clean through,” he comments. “Do you have any numbness or a tingling sensation anywhere on your appendages?”

His negative groan was hopefully sufficient. He kinda wishes he had numbness, because all he feels now is sore. It’s like he got whumped by a Mack truck.

“Tap your fingers to your thumb,” the old man then orders.

He does.

“Did any of that hurt?”

Another negative groan. He tries to shake his head, too.

A woman’s voice he’s unfamiliar with hushes, “Y/N, he’s okay for now, just keep checkin’ his cognition and feeling his head. Ears and nose, too, for fluids. Maggie, sweetpea, you check his toes for movement and sensation.”

He liked the sound of the woman’s voice. It was down-home twangy and no-nonsense, in a good way.

Now his shoes are getting untied, which must be Maggie. That’s the short-haired chick, if he’s remembering it right?

His friend sighs. “That guardian angel of yours is having a very busy day, Dary-bear.” There are some rustling noises near his head. He opens his eyes to see them pull what looks like a very skinny flashlight from the first aid bag. “I’m going to use this penlight, now. Can, um,” they pause and look around the room.

Wait, how many people are in here?

“Teddy, please hold the drink for him?” they call behind them. “Let’s get that bottle drained.”

Sure enough, T-Dog walks over from wherever he was, crouches down, and holds the bottle by Daryl’s mouth so he can sip from the straw.

“Sorry you had to wake up to all this fussin’ and chaos, man. But, you heard ’em, drink this down.”

“Wiggle your toes, please?” the short-haired chick calls, similarly twangy like the blonde woman and Y/N.

He wiggles his toes.

“Now point, then straighten your feet and toes for her,” Y/N murmurs.

He does.

“Straighten, then relax your legs if you can.”

He can, and does.

“Any of that hurt or feel tingly?”

“No,” he grunts again.

“Next, look at my nose, please,” his friend says. They guide his left hand in theirs and position it so it makes a wall between his two eyes. “Keep your hand there and repeat the months of the year. I’m going to shine this near each eye a few times, just keep starin’ at my nose while I do.”

As he recites the months in between gulps of the gatorade, he notices by the time he says “October” that he’s been staring into their eyes and at their lips instead of their nose.

When they gently take his hand and lower it back down, he gets a rush that helps him feel more awake.

“Now let’s have the months backwards,” they instruct.

He does his best.

“Let me know if you feel anythin’ off,” the blonde older lady says to Y/N. “I’ll palpate when you’re done.”

“Yes, ma’am. Okay, please tell me what memory came into your head when you saw the orange sports drink,” Y/N asks him next, their hands lightly pressing around his head, almost in a massage type of way. He doesn’t know what it is or why they are doing it, or why he isn’t flinching at someone touching him, but here he is. It feels really nice—OW!—except that spot didn’t feel as nice, that hurt!

“I, um,” he croaks. For real, his voice croaked. Rough afternoon. “It’s your favorite.” He rests his eyes again and remembers how Y/N’s floppy sandals squeaked as they’d walked to the wash area together. He’d been holding their bucket. That memory helps him relax more…

“You rememb—um, y-yeah, it’s my—sorry, you remembered that?”

“Give the man credit, Y/N,” T-Dog says under his breath in a way that sounds like he’s joking.

“Theodore,” they whisper back. “He’ll think you’re serious.”

Daryl isn’t sure what that was about, his eyes are still closed and heavy.

Y/N clears their throat. “Anyway, here I thought you’d just mention that you’d given me a bottle, friend. Um, ten points if you can state the name of the generic gatorade?”

T-Dog has tapped him with the straw to get him to drink more, so he opens his eyes and manages a grunt in response while he sips, then closes them again.

“Eh, you’re right, that’d be a stretch even if you didn’t just go through the wringer. It was Sportsman’s Signature Electrolyte Rehydration Beverage,” Y/N fills him in. “Now, I’m gonna check both nostrils and both ears for stuff coming out them, just bear with me, I’m usin’ a gauze square for it, I’ll be poking it into those places. How about you remind me the name of your favorite uncle.”

“Uncle Jesse,” is his answer before Y/N even finishes saying ‘uncle.’ The tickling feeling of the gauze in his nose almost makes him sneeze, then the feel of it in his ears is just uncomfortable.

At least his eyelids and his body don’t feel as heavy as before.

He open his eyes again. Sees Y/N is scribbling something down in a notebook.

“And what number did I ask you to remember, sweetheart?” Y/N checks. “Ugh, there I go with the pet names again. Sorry, honey, ain’t nothing, please tell me what that number was?”

Number? Number, um, uh, honey…um…three…thirteen. “Thirteen.”

“High-five, perfect recall!”

He finds himself tapping his palm to theirs and almost smiling.

Whatever they’re talking about now, though, is going right over his head. He’s gonna rest his eyes again…

“GCS is a solid 14, I think? He’s oriented, it’s just takin’ him slightly longer to get his words. Long term recall was good, short term he passed, too. Seems like he’s wakin’ up. What’s your take, Miss Patricia? Do y’all even use GCS in real life?”

“Ain’t heard ‘GCS’ since workin’ third shift ER for my first job. Oh, that was years ago,” came the twangy woman’s voice. “But it’s used a whole lot. 14 means he’s doin’ pretty good now. We’ll check it again later, I’ll teach you all about RLA scoring.”

“What’s RLA stand for?”

“Rancho Los Amigos, right?” is what Daryl thinks he hears T-Dog answer, but it makes zero sense so he must’ve heard wrong. “A few buddies of mine got concussions back in the day,” T-Dog explains, but it still doesn’t make sense. He opens his eyes as if that’ll clear things up.

Lucky for him, his friend repeats “Rancho-Los-Amigos?” which really is the damn name, the woman assures them both.

Daryl tries to look back again to see his gash. He doesn’t feel as dizzy as bef—where’s his shirt?

His pulse starts to pound in his ears.

He’s got no shirt on. In front of all these people?

Cold chills and a hot waves pelt through him at the same time. If, if his shirt if off and all these people are in here, that means they saw it. His back.

“Please stop trying to twist around,” comes the voice of the old man from behind him. “The wound is clotted and I want it to remain that way before I stitch you up.”

Y/N chirps in like an oblivious damn canary before he has a chance to react or think. “Oh, Daryl, would you mind if I watched? I wanna see it done as much as I can so I can learn.”

Turns out, this was a good thing. Him not being able to react to realizing he’s got no shirt on gave him time to see that a clean towel was bunched around his stomach, as well as positioned over his back shoulder; most of him is covered.

He’s shirtless, yeah, but covered.

And he now sees that his position on the bed means that, although the door is behind him, he’s blocked by the angle and by the blonde woman with the twangy voice and the old man.

“You just paled like you seen a ghost. Brother, you feeling okay?” T-Dog whispers.

Daryl meets his eyes for a second. How is he supposed to admit to not wanting anyone to see him without his shirt without sounding like some priss?

It’s just that—he’s shit at lying and the scars he’s got are kinda obvious. He’d tried to lie to a doctor once about it, the guy saw right through it. Daryl had been over 18 by then, so none of that CPS stuff happened, but still. The look on the doctor’s face made him feel like some pitiful kid and it made him feel small and weak and like he’d done something wrong.

“Y/N, can you check his blood pressure?”

It’s pointless for Daryl to try to say it was nothing, because Y/N was beside him again and pumping up that cuff thing within half a damned minute. He ends up officially meeting the owner of the twangy, no-nonsense voice, too. Patricia.

“He’s 108 over 64, Miss Patricia. That’s good, though, not too low. Oh.” Y/N’s face drops and they pause removing the cuff. “But he is a smoker, d-do you think that means it’s-it’s too low? I-I don’t know his baseline! Honey, what’s your baseline?”

“Daryl, spell that last name again for me?” the woman asks, and way calmer than Y/N.

He spells it again. “D-I-X-O-N.”

“14 times 2 is?”

“Uh, it’s, uh 28.”

“Five squared is?”

Squared is multiplying a number by itself, so…“25.”

“Your older brother’s name was?”

‘Was?’ What does she mean ‘was?’

He perks all the way up, and with a vengeance. “His name still is Merle,” he pretty much snarls back. Merle ain’t dead.

The woman makes a one-sided smile at Y/N and T-Dog with a brow raised. “He’s definitely awake now, doin’ just fine. Hersh, I’m gonna check his skull for any issues, then let’s double check if he’s got spinal damage. Did you check his nose and ears for CSF, Y/N?”

“He’s clean.”

“Anythin’ feel off on his head?”

“Some goose eggs, especially by this area here.” Daryl feels the warmth from Y/N’s hand as it hovers over the area he’d winced at. Their fingers trail along his hair for a sec, if he didn't just imagine that... “But no wiggly bits or step-off. His pupils were good.”

“After I get a good feel for his skull and neck, Maggie and Y/N, please give his hair a quick wash before cleaning and bandaging his graze. Then which of us is gonna stitch him up, you or me, Hersh?”

“I think Mr. Dixon here would prefer fewer people in here. I’ll do it.”

Those words are music to Daryl’s ears. So many damn people fussing over nothing. Patricia is done checking his skull or whatever, now she's poking around his neck.

“How many people are in here, anyway?” he asks whoever will answer.

“Mr. Greene, Patricia, Maggie, T-Dog, Rick, and me. Carol, Lori, Shane, Andrea, Dale and Glenn and Jimmy are out in the hallway,” Y/N tells him. "Carl's still in bed, of course, so Beth's with him."

…The whole group? Even the teenage kid?

What’s he supposed to, um…why the hell are they all crowding around and waiting? For him?

The old man saves his ass again. “Let’s leave dressing his head wound until after he’s stitched up. Everyone out, please.”

The name Sophia pops into the forefront of this thoughts. If they all acted fast, maybe she could be back by tomorrow morning! “I gotta talk to Rick.”

The old man's fuse is low, that’s obvious. “You’re the patient,” he responds.

“Then Y/N, you can stay, too,” is not what Daryl expects would next leap out of his mouth like a frog over hot tar, but there it goes. They wanted to learn, the old man better let them.

Weird part is, he understands that in offering that they stay, Y/N is definitely, 100% going to see the scars if they’ll be watching him get stitched…he doesn’t know, it’s just weird; he doesn’t have any kind of dread or nothing in the pit of his stomach about it. It's better when they're around.

He looks at them for a second, a bloody rag in their hand that they're back to pressing to his head. There's one, little tug to his chest in their direction, then it's gone.

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[risingsunresistance]

fascinated by the amount of replies to that post that dont understand the whole "talking in the tags" thing

like i get it, the actual reblog comment box SEEMS like it would make the most sense. and it does make tumblr seem less focused on talking to people (it kinda is, bc that's not the main feature of the site, it's not a standard social media)... but it quickly causes a problem on big posts bc of the way reblogs are structured. you end up with posts like:

[joke]

HAHA XD

OMG! LOL!

[commentary on the joke]

WHOA that's crazy

omg who knew :0

[commentary on the commentary]

[the part of the post you actually want to reblog]

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tags are a great place to put unnecessary comments, the OP or anyone who wants to publicly respond can simply screenshot/copy them and @ you for a discussion if they want

that doesnt really happen on twitter for example, where reply chains get condensed and QRTs will only show you one tweet back, requiring you to click on the tweet chain for additional context. and im not familiar with reddit tbh, but im pretty sure replies also get condensed to their own little corner

the fundamental difference is that tumblr is a BLOGGING site, you just end up with really long blog posts that obliterate someone's dash. so it's common courtesy to leave things that maybe are more personal or not really deserving of their own post to the tags where they stay on YOUR blog instead of going on the blog of anyone who reblogs from you

[kwillow]

Answering Some Asks!

Forever ago, I said I'd try to answer more of the asks I get with text, so I don't have them sitting around for years on end. Then I didn't do that. Well... gonna try to do a few now!

Character Stuff

Probably not, since it's solid all the way through, so there's no space for the air to vibrate and make cool sounds. It'd be like flicking a column of glass or gemstone, probably just make some tapping or "thnk" noises and that's it. Alas!

Beggars can't be choosey.

But more seriously, probably words of affirmation/compliments or quality time. Though he doesn't believe compliments often even if he wants them - he's more apt to believe he's just being mocked or manipulated unless he already trusts someone (and even then, he has his doubts).

I talked a bit about this in the tags of this drawing, though I can elaborate in a bigger font size as well, haha.

As his story stands now, he has exclusively pursued women as partners. I tend to think of him as straight.

That said, I'm not opposed to his hetero being flexible if, in the future, a story opportunity popped up where he'd need to be curious about a man. (Jack, another character of mine, started off as straight and then slid inexorably to "bisexual, heavy on the girl" so it has happened before, haha.) AND if other people want to write/draw/think of him as straying from straight n' narrow that's obviously fine with me. :P

He's not a royal - he wishes, haha. He is nobility, though! His father his a marquis, which gives him the courtesy title of count (or "comte", using the French variant) until he inherits his father's title (though the Old Kingdoms are destroyed before that ever happens). Tough when he's much older he just assigns himself pope-kingship so I guess that counts as self-appointed royalty.

BUT ANYWAY

Yes he's had crushes, infatuations, love affairs and flings. Too many. Though it's interesting you bring up status - as a lot of his crushes tended to be on people from lower societal positions than he was. His first crush, and one of his longest (and most tumultuous) relationships was with a stablehand's daughter. When he did get infatuated with well-born women, it tended to be women who were already engaged, married or otherwise unavailable for him to marry. He's just got a taste for things he can't have...

It was extremely infuriating for his father.

(Of course, another part of his lack of discrimination between noble and common ladies might be due to him seeing himself as above ALL mortals, so what's the difference between a peasant and a noblewoman, really?)

Non-Character Stuff

Hahaha well I welcome that! Ambroys should be bullied on as many fronts as possible.

Thank you! It's a combination of purposeful research while also ignoring what I research for stuff I think just looks fun. Admittedly, I also am bad at drawing things consistently, so in some ways it's easier for me to just put a character in an entirely new outfit instead of trying to draw an old outfit the same way again, ha. xD

Not to sound like a soccer mom, but I'm a fan of Pinterest for browsing and collecting reference images of outfits that just "feel" like a character, so you have a broad visual library to draw from. You should also pair that with research into how the clothes you want to draw are supposed to fit. For historical outfits, you can get a lot of mileage out of the blogs of historical fanatics who enjoy eviscerating movie costumes from their period of interest. For modern day clothing, you can look at style blogs and tailoring information to learn how clothes are supposed to fit - and then break those rules if you want (for example, in mens' suits, the pants are not supposed to be bunched around the ankles, but I draw Theo's trousers that way to emphasize that he has unusually short legs).

My secret tip for coming up with lots of outfits for characters while keeping them cohesive is to determine a few things about their fashion sense (using Theo and Ambroys to contrast with each other):

What cuts/kinds of clothing do they wear often? What's their "taste", basically. For example, Ambroys wears tight pants/breeches, ostentatious coats and vests, lace and lots of jewelry. Theo, on the other hand, always wants to wear formal clothes that cover most of his body. From that, you can find other clothes that fit that mold and take inspiration from them, expanding what kinds of clothes they wear while still making it feel like "them".

What color palettes do they tend to wear? Theo wears dark colors and red and purple pretty much exclusively, while Ambroys wears a lot of colors, but only in light shades.

What thematic elements can you incorporate into their outfits as decoration? For Theo, I tend to include blood-drop designs and heraldic symbols like the ermine spot, while Ambroys is associated with flowers (especially roses), eyes and wings. You can add these elements to outfits to add a little extra spice (there are a lot of Ambroys' outfits that are really the same thing, but in one I put daffodils on him and another I put feathers on him, for example).

I hope any of that is helpful!

Thank you so much! I honestly have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to rendering, so I'm glad it's looking okay, heh!

I've heard Gravity Falls is great, but like many shows that I've heard are great, I have never made time to watch it. I know vaguely of Stanley Pines, though.

But thank you so much for saying you like Theo. He's a nasty little guy but he's very near and dear to my heart, and it really touches me that you see complexity and charisma in him. I do aim to make characters that are textured, weird little bastards.

And I don't mind you roleplaying with Theo, I think it's sweet. xP I'm glad he got to enjoy some pizza.

[udaberriwrites]

Annie! I have arrived with character asks across a couple fandoms! I'll do one fandom per ask, to keep things organized ^_^

So this ask will be about Heartstopper! Tell me about Nick and Elle!

There are quite a few of these double asks, courtesy of Barbara, fair warning xD

Nick Nelson

1: sexuality headcanon

Pfffft, he's a bisexual mess and we love him for it xD

2: otp

Again, Nick/Charlie, that's THE backbone of Heartstopper. As a commenter once hold me, they will end up together in every conceivable universe, that's how T the op is.

3: brotp

... I kind of want to say Sara Nelson? Sue me, she's one of the best, most supportive mom characters I have ever seen and you won't convince me that they won't always be a team.

Also: Imogen. I love Imogen. She may be part of the popular group, but she's clearly very kind-hearted, and her little smile when she figures Nick's relationship out was precious. Plus, let's not forget that Nick STOOD HER UP mere hours before the date, and she was still willing to hear him out and be a source of strength. So Nick & Imogen is my final vote <3

4: notp

Anyone who isn't Charlie, full stop 😂

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Nick rewatched Episode I of Star Wars nearly as much as he did Pirates of the Caribbean. He had a crush on Padmé and thought Obi-wan was...umm... pretty cool. Especially with that sexy braid 👀

6: favorite line from this character

"Hi."

Kidding xD let's go with the classic:

"I love Charlie Spring! In a romantic way, not in a friend way!" <- such a dork xD

7: one way in which I relate to this character

His struggles to find out who he is, and the false idea that he needed to find out immediately, at the beginning.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

How sappy he can get, honestly 😝

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The cinnamonest roll to have ever cinnamon-rolled.

Elle Argent

1: sexuality headcanon

Attracted to men, but she's not strict about assigning a label to it.

2: otp

Elle/Tao, of course. Maybe they are in an on-and-off relationship in college, but this is very much the endgame 😁

3: brotp

With Charlie, Tao and Isaac! (Aled too, but I haven't read Radio Silence so my knowledge of that character is pretty shaky).

But yes, this is such a tight-knit group, and something I adore about the tv show. They know how each of them tick, and they are there for each other for the silly and the serious... not inly that, but (if you'll allow me to lift from other franchise 🖖) they have always been and always will be friends.

4: notp

Nick and/or Charlie, mainly.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

We don't know anything about her family, but I want to think they were very supportive as she was figuring stuff out. Her father stumbled over pronouns at first but apologized every time, and her mother researched like crazy :D

6: favorite line from this character

"Is that your nightmare scenario? Seeing to a movie you hate with people you don't like very much?"

The sass xD

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Having to fit into a new group/school/environment is always at least a little scary.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

None, she's awesome.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

The only cinnamon roll with some common sense in the whole chaotic family.

[reindeer-dad]

30 but you have to do two :3

Send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics!

Oh. I see how it is. XD

NUMBER RANDOMIZER, GOOOO!

Dundundundundun~~

9. reblog karma

(That's a strange name for it tbh...) "Reblog karma" is sending an ask for the same meme to the mun you are reblogging from. It feels like a common courtesy that I've been doing. Makes a lot of sense to me!

Dundundun~

19. shipping

Pre-established relationships are nice. Building relationships for my characters are even better! Platonic, romantic, familial, sexual, whatever.

With that said, I'm not super-interested in involving myself with RPers whose sole interests are romantic/sexual ships. Yeah they're fun to do, but I want to write more than just that.

Move it, fellas. I got ANGST to write!

[cherryblossomshadow]

The importance of regulation. So many technologies or practices that are grandfathered in we take for granted as ‘of course’, but those standards were all written in blood and horrors. (comment courtesy of @grlizzybear) #deregulation - the true evil here is when companies can always do what they want XD #very good add izzy! #I think about companies currently doing horrors - or trying to undo regulations to bring the horrors back (e.g. EPA regulation) (tags courtesy of @detectivefable)

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Not to mention: see that horse in the comic? The DC (as opposed to AC) power grid Edison had implemented routinely electrocuted both people and horses up through the underground tunnels that housed some of the lines. It also required massive amounts of substations, hence the huge amount of lines everywhere. (comment courtesy of @cloacatak)

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#those were also largely DC lines #Unless you are in the 10s of kv range DC has massive transmission loss #they needed that many lines just to supply power to one apartment building #also with the transmission loss being so absurd they needed power generation every couple blocks #there is a reason AC power won and its largely due to all of DCs nonsense like this (tags courtesy of @thatstrangeowl)

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love how you people are falling for 1890s anti-Tesla anti-AC propaganda this is insane. Any country with a tendency to have earthquakes have above ground power lines btw. Yes, there were deaths. Not many at all. They very quickly made things safer once a few deaths occurred. No, it did not happen that often. When it did, it was people who were messing directly with the power lines. The poster was not made out of fear of electricity or even power lines in general, but of Westinghouse's usage of alternating current power lines. This took place during the switch over from gas to electric. Out of 79 deaths in 1901 to 1902, 14 were caused by electricity (regardless of if AC or DC currents being used) This was a war between Edison and Tesla (ultimately). You had the more expensive, less effective, rather stupid Edison current option: DC, which needed one power plant for every 400 people. It also works within only a handful of kilometres. Or, you had the far, far cheaper, more effective and more useful Tesla current option: AC. Edison had paid tons for the patent on the DC structure and refused Tesla's proposal to switch to AC when he offered. Tesla's ideas were bought up by Westinghouse and golly jee was Edison furious. Knowing his method would lose to Tesla's, he started a massive smear campaign to get people afraid of the AC power lines. The media immediately followed suit, because the media has always been ridiculous. What this poster is opposed to was NOT power lines, but the usage of Tesla's higher voltage AC. Brown (a massive anti-AC) and Edison "proved" AC was "more dangerous than DC by paying kids to kidnap dogs which they then tortured and electrocuted to death in front of live audiences using AC current. Not a joke. Those who died also were very much messing with the wires, they didn't actually have a tendency to snap. (comment courtesy of @fuck-no-bullshit)

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These people were also living in wooden houses without running water, maybe they were concerned about, y'know, fire? One of the biggest dangers in cities at that time? (comment courtesy of @domina-honoribila) .

5g requires more power. the extra power is predicted to increase my country's energy consumption by 5% by itself. (comment courtesy of @celesteateyourrights)

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#its important to note that there are still many places in the world where this kind of infrastructure is common #and people just live with it #irl stuff (tags courtesy of @notquiteapex)

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#also…y'all know why they don't teach this in history books. #it's the same reason we don't learn about the luddite rebellion in depth (tags courtesy of @novemberstarling)

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I can't speak for other countries, or states really but I was raised in the deep south. History was presented to me in the most simplified manner possible. Propaganda, not fact. Stories meant to make you feel good, not ones that let you understand the world. Around Nixon's regime the conservatives got afraid because well educated kids were becoming well educated voters who, unsurprisingly, would vote for things like social welfare or higher wages. So they decided to sabotage information. So you're not going to see the horrifying knot tangle of electric wires that early electric companies made because then you have to talk about how much people hated it and how they got laws made that made electricity safe to use. They'll have to talk about how Thomas Edison was a bastard and probably didn't invent a single thing in his entire life. They'll talk about the suffragette movement in precise terms or how suicide rates dropped by half when No Fault Divorce became the norm in the 1970s. Our ancestors fought long and hard for public education and people who want kids stupid and pliable are sabotaging it. (comment courtesy of @feline-flights-of-fancy)

Stupid is timeless.

[asoulofatlantis]

Now here is the thing... Marielle came here to actually find out what Dingo is after - AND to be with him, as she said herself, but that is not the point here - but Dingo is after A (short for Almata) and obviously does not want to drag Marielle into this, as it is very dangerous (as proven later when he meets his untimely end...) so he shock her off, which made her run around aimlessly in order to find him. That lead to her witnessing how Shaheena was kidnapped and naturally she tried to help her and got kidnapped too. In a sense, if Dingo had NOT avoided her, she would likely be in less trouble now.

HOWEVER... were is her luck now, huh? I mean, the only luck she always seems to have is that Dingo comes running as her knight in shining armor XD

He tries so hard to be like Olivert but this scene is one of the many reasons why he will always fail in the end. The fandom does not call him "discount prince Olivert" for nothing. He is a cheap excuse of a prince then can NEVER even come close to what Olivert is. He would have handled a situation like that totally differently even with all the things that come into play here.

A mistake Olivert never would have made. But here is the difference. Olivert traveled around incognito to see the world and met the people there, to learn about them and understand them. This guy travels around as a high and mighty prince, his bodyguard ever at the ready (something Olivert often avoided even tho it did somewhat endanger him...) and judges people by their employer and whatever else seems to be amiss at first glance. He doesn't care about learning about people or the world or get out of his comfort-zone as prince and this not just makes him someone who will NEVER archive Oliverts greatness, but also shows his princley arrogance which would put him more on the same level as Cedric at this point - he grows over the curse of the Calvard-Arc of course, but as of right now, he perfectly shoes that as much as he tries, he will never have much in common with Olivert aside from a title and the fact that he somewhat does not act very princely from time to time - but even here Olivert beats him by a mile XD

Honestly, I do not wish to get back to the shipping-war or anything but... thinking of the fact that Elaine and Van knew each other since childhood and yet Agnes, who knows him barely a few weeks, is so much better in understanding him and reading him and knowing how his personality works. I totally get that with Elaine, her emotions are putting the breaks on, on some of the things she surely could see if she wasn't blinded by those emotions, but considering that Agnes is 8 years younger and thus lacks the maturity and experience Elaine has, it still is putting into question if Agnes isn't the better one for Van, simply because of how easy it is for her to understand him compared to Elaine.

*achem* I am sorry for that, but this is something the game makes sure you see and understand time and time again.

BACK to that discount prince... he snapped his finger to get his bodyguard into action, like she is a cheap servent. Olivert would never do this with Mueller. He doesn't see them as his bodyguard. He is as much his friend as he is part of his family and he never would have to fight on command.

"The lakeys", huh? Olivert would never look down on Vans assistance. Prince Sharid has only himself to blame for the fact that Olivert is so beloved within the fandom and he get called "discount prince Olivert" not people do not even care to give him the courtesy to kill him by his own name. After this first impression, he well deserved to be treated like that.

Fie... sweethearts... I know your Bracer job tells you to stop them... but couldn't you not have called Van first to mop the floor with that discount bodyguard/assistant, first? Just so I can actually stick my tongue out at them? XD

Awwwww. He is actually relieved. Isn'tr that cute? ♥

(WHY FALCOM?! YOU HAD A PERFECTLY FINE SIDE-SHIP IN WHAT IS OTHERWISE A SHIPPING-HELL. SO WHY DID YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME?! T.T)

Never a dull moment in this game XD Seriously tho, we just came back from saving two kidnapped woman. Now we are searching for another missing one. Its almost a bit ridiculous at this point. Tho obviously the timing was perfect for this, so I get it... it just sounds a bit... you know... like all we do is save Damsels in distress ^^' (And it is usually not a thing Falcom does. Our girls usually are doing just fine without our help... but I guess it does serve a purpose here.)

Yesterday I had a talk with someone about character development and I think Director Gotti here has come a long way too. He started out as that pervert and its not like he lost that part EVER BUT this man who thinks everything is about sexappeal planned in Kai on making a film about the losses of what happened in Creil and he wanted it to be serious and give the dead people some justice with that film. Obviously, this scene with Shaheena already showed that this man is more than just sex, action and big boobies, but I think that last scene with him in Kai was the moment you realized what an amazing person he actually is and how far he has come over those 3 games.

Lets me tell you that I did not talk to many NPCs this time, while in my playthrough with the spreadsheet I did and last time it was easy breezy to see those Orbal Hookahs were the problem, this time... I hardly noticed anyone having them to begin with. So technically, there is some use to speaking to more NPCs. (But this game would never end if you do that XD)

Not at all! I need some "spirit of class 7" with me today - actually, every day, but I get that you are busy XD

You could clearly hear that the mans throat was cut in the way he screamed and so Van decided to NOT bring Agnes along, this time. She has seen enough people who were cruelly murdered for a lifetime at this point. Especially for a seemingly innocent 16-year-old girl. It also part of Van being protective of her. He losens up in that regard in Kuro 2 tho, as you could clearly see by then that she had grown enough to see what needs to be seen and has proven that she deserves to stand by his side, if that is what she wanted, no matter the situation. (Vans little "I am doing that all on my lonesome" - gigs aside XD)

Because MY Bracers (unlike people like Elaine...) usually say "Screw the rules, we have people to save!" XD And THAT is why I love them... and don't like Elaine. Because if your highest priority is saving civilians then that is what comes even after the question if the faster and best way to save them is legal or not.

I still stand with what I said last time, it was a rookie-mistake of Fie to let her go alone. BUT in her defence (not sure if I WOULD defend her if she wasn't part of Class7 tho XD) it was a loooooong and hard day. The drive to Tarbad takes a while and she just arrived when she already head out again into the fucking desert to stop the discount prince from doing something stupid with our Van. And right after that, all hell broke lose and then we were in that underground dungeon and... you know... give my poor girl a break! HOWEVER... it still was a rookie mistake XD

Didn't he say he only ALMOST smoked that stuff?

I need to take a short break to eat...

[acapellasampler]

What's a random pet peeve of yours? Could be Tumblr specific or just life in general

I'll give a Tumblr one and a life in general one because why not xD

A Tumblr pet peeve I've recently noticed I have is when people reblog the same post 3 to 4 times in a row, I know it's a dumb pet peeve but bruh some people be reblogging long shit and I gotta launch myself down my dashboard to get past them

As for life in general...people that listen to their music loud in public, use headphones man people have auditory issues plus it's common fucking courtesy not to subject strangers to your (possibly) shitty taste in music