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Deciphering 126-127, CWs for blood and abuse

Deciphering, pages 126-127

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Gosh, I'm so tired, but I beat this spread page! Took five days straight of my vacation!

In the Russian-speaking fandoms when you read or watch some highly dramatic and depressingly sad stuff we call it "eating glass" in a sense, that you feel emotional pain, but don't want to stop consuming the media. So currently I'm feeding you some glass too x) But don't worry, Edgeworth will be back in a five-six pages.

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[silveryhill]

Alain Prost: Still, even as it turned out, it was a fantastic story, don’t you think? And I think, in a way, we’re missing a little of that today. (Motorsport, 1998.10)

There's a metaphor abt Senna's helmet in the vid. Inspired by an interview from Nuno Cobra(his coach)

it's possible to say that Senna had that kind of split personality. On the one side you had Ayrton, who is sensitive, loving, sweet, poetic, romantic, wise and careful. On the other side, there was Senna, who is explosive. Senna was very nervous, very agitated, stressed, bad tempered. He was often compromised and challenged. I think Ayrton suffered a lot in the hands of Senna.

So Ayrton was the human side of Senna. When he put the helmet on, he turned into a “stranger”, the ruthless Senna.

And before the imola accident, Senna took off his helmet in front of Alain.

On Saturday, after Roland Ratzemberger's fatal accident, that was not the Ayrton I used to know, he was really worried...

On Sunday, at lunch time, he went to see me and simply didn't say anything important. Everybody was watching that in slience. It looks like he just wanted to get close to me. And I really feel that he's so weak. That was the first time I saw him like that...

On that Sunday I thought, that's not Ayrton. He's fragile. He wasted five or ten minutes to come to me and say nothing. And then he went back to the garage.

So I finished my lunch and went to his garage...

Ayrton's ritual was to be completely focused on his thing in the car. He never took off the helmet, it was the first time he took off the helmet(before the races). He was doing some stretching in the garage...

I didn't want to bother him too much but he wanted me to stay, it seems that he just want to share a time with me.

he was happy that I came there to talk to him, and that was the last time.

In their last six months, Alain met the REAL Ayrton.

"There were three Ayrtons for me: the one before F1 when he was looking at my races, at everything I was doing, the way I was doing it; obviously the one when we were together, inside or outside the same team; and then the one when I retired." It was this last version that Prost says he grew to like adding he wouldn't have believed it existed "if I had not known this person myself."

But Ayrton was Senna, Senna was Ayrton. They're the same person after all. So still, he put the helmet on and went to his fate. As Ron Dennis said, "it's his obligation." Like an addiction, and he "can't drop it."

Jackie Stewart once said:

Ayrton Senna was the most dedicated racing driver I have ever met. He was totally immensed in his life of being a driver. It was what he lived for. I would say that in a high 90% range of Ayrton Senna's focus on Motor Racing. Stirling Moss, when he drove, was a man who had other likes in life. Niki Lauda had passions in life, Jackie Stewart had, Juan Manuel Fangio had. Ayrton Senna, I believe, was more focused than any of the names that I've just mentioned.

So I think for Ayrton Senna, life, or love, is seldom enough, and that's why we admire him so much as his pure spirit of racing. It's a beautiful paradox. He's different.

*thank you for reading my way too long thoughts <3

*please don't repost it to any other platforms(like ytb), on tbr is absolutely welcome!

[rosetta222]

Rosario tries to watch all of the other WVBA fights, but Aran Ryan's are exceptions...

Perry by @abigblackfly

[luimagines]

the chain with a reader who is self-conscious about their singing voice?

Oh sure!! Why not?

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"A gentle breeze... from Hushabye Mountain softly blows by Lullaby Bay..." You sang softly under your breath. It was a comfort song from your youth, one that you had committed to memory.

It was undoubted a lullaby and sometimes it was the only thing that could get you fall asleep, even if you had to sing it to yourself.

But you didn't want anyone to hear you.

You had been awake, tossing and turning for what felt like hours without any respite from your chaotic thoughts. You sighed again, letting your eyes closed as the melody plays in your mind.

"It fills the sails of boats... that are waiting... Waiting to sail... your worries away..." You find yourself yawning. "It isn't far from Hushabye Mountain... and your boat waits down by the key... "

You snuggle deeper into your blanket. The boys are quiet around you. You're sure that they're sleeping already. You try to sing quieter, not wanting to wake them up.

"The winds of the night... so softly are sighing... Soon they will fly... your troubles to sea... So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave goodbye to to cares of the day..." You can already feel yourself nodding off. "And watch your boat... from Hushabye Mountain... sail far away... from Lullaby Bay..."

You had thought that would have been enough. You no longer have the energy to keep the song going, even if you aren't fully asleep yet.

Someone else starts singing. It's a lower voice, soft but gentle.

"It seems like only yesterday... you were just a child at play... now you're all grown up inside of me..."

Your heart begins to pound, the shock of the fact that someone had heard you spikes your adrenaline. The efforts you've made to sing yourself to sleep were dashed in a single moment.

"Oh, how fast those moments flee... Once we watched a lazy world go by..."

You focus instead on who might have heard you. That doesn't like Warrior and you doubt Time would have sung anything even if he heard you. Sky was still dead asleep.

"Now the days seem to fly... life is brief, but when it's gone... love goes on and on... love will live... love will last... love goes on and on and on..." The voice continues. The soothing sounds by the fire were a caress to your senses. The tender tones of the voice were enough to calm your worried mind back into a limbo of conciousness.

You know you slept through multiple shifts at this point. By the stars- it still could have been any of the boys!

"Once we watched a lazy world go by... Now the days seem to fly... Life is brief, but when it's gone..."

You yawned for a third time and felt your head grow heavier. You couldn't fight it. Maybe they were just returning the favor. It was late. And so many of the others were still asleep. For all you knew it was just you and this mysterious voice that couldn't pin down.

You elect to ignore the panic in your mind. You're tired now.

You fall asleep.

"Love goes on and on..."

[tinyowlet]

for @cowboy-kidd <3 love your blog

[k-kizkhalifa]

"So life is good, Harry? Things working out as you want?" Skeeter asked, glancing over her glasses at the man, her Quick-Quotes Quill working away.

Harry, smiling, watched her take a drink of her tea and then opened his arms as if to say this was it, sitting in his studio, serving tea to Rita Skeeter.

"I'm surprised you finally decided to sit down with me," she grinned, a little wicked gleam in her eyes, "but as promised, I'll keep the quips to myself."

He shrugged a shoulder, and relaxed, "do your worst, Skeeter."

The interview went smoothly, even sharing a few laughs - ones from Harry in annoyance more often than not as she tried to pry more private information from him ("we've seen you around with Malfoy? Friends now?" "Whatever happened to that Weasley girl?"), but she knew as the hours dwindled time was running out and she wanted to ask. The readers would be dying to know, when they caught sight of the front page image of Harry Potter just in an apron and jeans, sweating as he worked at the pottery wheel in the morning sun.

"Thank you for the tea, Potter. I do suppose I have one more question, for everyone." Harry gave a nod, waiting. "Why this, after all the work and the accomplishments? Why did you invest here, in this?"

Harry grinned, looking around at everything he made, all of his hard work and quick earned sales that kept him happy, busy, and afloat. Though, he wouldn't tell her that. Instead, he stood and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "made sense I suppose. Potter a potter."

hope this is okay.... but uh.

@slyssnakes shared this with us, and then I spent all morning thinking about it and wrote this trash. so... anyway. hey go check out their artwork, too much talent not to be admired!

[overheardbyvarioustherapists]

Yuu: If I had a madol for every time a staff member dressed up as monster when camping, I would have 2 madols… which isn't a whole lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

Crewel: The costume I had to wear was hideous and the choice of fabrics were a crime.

[abbeyofcyn]

Can you do Donnie breaking down over what he did to Leo's hand

I think it would be cool if he was alone in the room and just started crying or something like that! And then maybe Leo finding him after or maybe not. I leave that one on you.

No pressure of course, but I hope you'll do it.

[theallianceofcelestials]

'Folded like wet tissue paper" That's hilarious X,D

Oh! Got another what if!

So you know how babies go all quiet when they're doing something they're not supposed to? So imagine in SEA's a baby Eclipse somehow crawls his way into the bathroom and gets his hands on some liquid soap and just starts squeezing it onto the floor, who finds him first and how do they react?

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Depends on when he gets in there.

Moon for example, is usually awake late into the night and wakes up late. If the baby Eclipse got in before noon, then there's no chance it'd be him who finds the babified nephew.

The most likely would be Killcode, simply because he wouldn't leave his baby son alone.

So something like this would happen probably:

Killcode is in the middle of cooking lunch, humming some song while he browses through delicious recipies for babies, having left his babified son on the rug before the couch with building blocks and other toys. He's probably sent his children and brothers out (unless Moon's snoring on the bed, in which case just the one brother) out for more ingredients, because they're woefully underprepared for a baby.

He'd probably get the feeling something is wrong when he decides on a nice enough recipe. It's that tingling sensation he's grown used to as a parent to troublesome children, where he's too aware of the quiet and how he didn't have to make acknowledging noises at the baby in a while, because he wants to show him some toy or just wants to hear dad.

So he grows suspicious, turns around, and huffs in half-amusement half-resignation when he finds the rug empty, and there's no child toddling anywhere that he can see. A look at his brother, and nope, Eclipse is not there either. The cats seem to be hiding away under the bed, and there's no way they'd let the baby under there with themselves.

So that only leaves the bathroom.

He can feel dread settling in, all too aware of all the bodywash and whatnot that's upset a baby's stomach, of all the small things that'd normally be fine but now are a choking hazard for curious grabby little hands, of the heavy things that can be pulled down on the baby and cause potential injury.

So he hurries his steps, unwilling to let any of those things happen. Eclipse is counting on them now, and Killcode can't fail him. Not like how everyone else did so in the past.

And lo and behold, on the bahtroom floor is a familiar red and black form, tiny rounded and gold rays hiding back in their casing as big yellow optics cant in guilt, because baby is smart enough to recognise when he did something wrong, of course he would be with how smart his newest son is, and between the tiny fingers is Eclipse's preferred bathing oil, the one that smells like gingerbread.

Killcode hurries over, snatching the baby from the floor in a panic, looking the now fussy child over for any signs of having drank the blasted thing. He heaves a sigh of great relief when he doesn't see anything.

That's fine, that's okay. Baby just made a little mess. He can clean that up.

He brings the scowling child closer to his face, ignoring how little hands try to bat at him.

"You're going to be the death of me"

The little Eclipse shrieks as he nuzzles into his tummy, only barely stopping a groan. Back in their day it was much easier to keep an eye on children. No cleaning products to look out for, no overtly vibrant and colourful plastic pieces to choke on and no electrical sockets to look out for. It was so easy then.

He begins making his way out, ignoring the wiggling, squirming baby in his arms, who's whining with indignation. The little one clearly wants to go back to the funnily smelling paint.

Killcode, not willing to even risk Eclipse taking a drink from it in his... addled state reaches up for his neck ruffle, untangling it. After all, the bay shouldn't be able to get up to mischief if he's in a sling.

He'll admit, making a makeshift sling while holding a fighting baby wasn't the easiest task. He may have burnt the meat slightly, but that's alright.

After all, when the little Eclipse finally gave up, he let out one of those adorable baby yawns Killcode will never admit to have grown to adore, white-gold optics blinking slower and slower in tiredness.

He hides a chuckle just in case. No need to risk waking the baby up.

After all, mischief is very tiring

[sleep-deprived-luka]

this isn’t necessarily an art request but

thoughts: akito as a coyote, akito as a hyena, or akito as a fox?

Coyoteko and Foxkito are both decent choices to me. They already have his colors in nature and are weaker than wolves which can be played with. It's a good enough fit, although I'm not sure if their trickster characters meshes well with Akito

Hyenakito is interesting to me, but only if Ena is one aswell. Can't write hyena without Ena ok?

[sewing-elven-maid]

@faramir-princeofithilien

Molinde raised her eyes from her work, and that was when she saw a Man - a rare vision, but not an unwelcome one.

Judging by the garb he was wearing she could guess he was a prince, or at least nobility of some sort.

She smiled softly. "Good day, my Lord. Welcome to my workshop." It had been a while since she last spoke Westron, so her words came out slowly.

"My name is Molinde, I am but a seamstress. How can I be of service?"

She was indeed curious about this visit.

[lichtgrau]

[ @unfinishedjulyrain continued from here ] Yuma smiled. It was that quick and kind one that always indicated it was genuine as it came without thinking much about it. "Oh, not at all! I mean, I'd love tea, that sounds nice," he bowed politely and took off his shoes. They could chat and maybe, all of this would feel more relaxed afterward.

"The little flower shop nearby is really nice," he started, hoping to pick up a casual topic that would invite a natural conversation. "I feel recently most of them have been replaced by those cheaper chains that lack any personality." He was somebody who liked to put effort in and show that he cared, hence why he asked for alstroemeria. Special but not overwhelming. "Not weird at all, I'm just a little nervous. People seem a little suspicious if a single guy moves in, not sure why." His resume was fine. Right now, he was still able to use his current life... he didn't want to think about how it would be later on. "Have you been living here for long?"

[greatestmeepboie]

@alexstarksblog long story short I was scrolling through yautja oc's and I saw all of your wonderful designs! I like Medusa a lot and I got inspired to do this (featuring Ekri-Deth the hit asexual trans lesbian)

[sincerealev]

Csn I just say on how much I love how you draw older Connor and Evan!?!?!? HELLOO!?!?!? It tastes like oatmeal cookies and sugar cookies what theFLIP it's so good your artstyle is literally my dream one, anyways, YEAH!!!:D

Have a good day you groover 🫶🫶

GRAAAAHHH THANK YOU SM!!! That's honestly one of the best/most creative ways my art has been described ty 🫶

On the topic of older Evan and Connor, here's a sketch of a little something I'm working on 😼 (it's a redraw of a drawing my gf @devildarling08 made last year eheh)

I actually love them so damn much, like. You're saying they're MARRIED and have a lil apartment/house together and a cat and a dog and wash dishes together and wake up together every morning??? I eat that domestic shit up EVERYTIME it's peak comfort

[kastillia]

Can I request Joseph Seed from far cry 5?