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Sketch a Day 2649- Kung Fu- 4/15/23

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Release: February 23, 2016

Lyrics:

You shine like a star

You know who you are

You're everything beautiful

She's hot, hot like the sun

The loneliest one

Still everything beautiful

Well I'll be god damned

You're standing at my door

We stayed up in the city

Until the stars lost the war

So Friday night, holy ghost

Take me to your level

Show me the one I need the most

I need the most

I wish I knew you when I was young

We could've got so high

Now we're here it's been so long

Two strangers in the bright lights

Oh I hope you don't mind

We can share my mood yeah

Two strangers in the bright lights

I wish I knew you

I wish I knew you

Oh I wish I knew you when I was young

Truth, it's all that you need

You bury that seed

It's everything beautiful

And that sound comes from the underground

It's all inside you now

It's everything beautiful

But what you, what you, what you, what you running from?

And they got, they got, they got, they got you on the run?

So Friday night

Holy ghost

Take me to your level

Show me the one I need the most

I need the most

I wish I knew you when I was young

We could've got so high

Now we're here it's been so long

Two strangers in the bright lights

Oh and I hope you don't mind

We can share my mood, yeah

Two strangers in the bright lights

I wish I knew you

I wish I knew you

Oh I wish I knew you when I was young

Maybe we can share my mood

Hmm hmm hmm

Maybe we can share my mood

Hmm hmm hmm

Maybe we can share my mood

Hmm hmm hmm

Songwriter:

I wish I knew you when I was young

We could've got so high

Now we're here it's been so long

Two strangers in the bright lights

Oh and I hope you don't mind

We can share my mood, yeah

Two strangers in the bright lights

I wish I knew you

I wish I knew you

Oh I wish I knew you when I was young

Andrew Campanelli / David Shaw / Edward Williams / George Gekas / Michael Daniel Girardot / Robert Ingraham / Zachary Feinberg

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Scalding Jasmine

I blow on the surface of a mug, Watch ripples travel across amber, And take a sip before molten becomes manageable. I do not flinch, Used to this act of self-immolation. Even so, it is difficult to taste through burned tastebuds. Oh how we justify and try to ignore pain, As if it was the root of the problem and not its flower.

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Castello Aragonese - Ischia

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House Of Little Bunny

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In Over My Head by greenisthecolour (184k, E)

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hello! i’m looking for a fic i read on ao3, i can really only remember a few specific scenes. harry and draco are together and then in sixth year when draco is fleeing at the end with snape harry casts sectumsempra at draco. i believe draco and harry see each other again at grimmauld place when the trio goes there before the horcrux hunt and it’s revealed draco was acting as a spy.

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 ⋯ he's above it all, god's favorite, the honored one. he's above devil's temptations and carnal desires. he's above you. ✤ contains archangel!satoru x demon!reader, religious themes (mentions of heaven, hell, angels, gods), taboo relationship, sexual themes (dirty talk, corruption, body worshipping), death, violence, blood ⋯ reader discretion is advised

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Aemond Targaryen - Fire and Ice

Summary - Fire and ice may sound poetic, but in reality, they cannot coexist—or can they? Aemond and Lady Stark navigate the clashes of duty and personality. Their bond deepens through honest conversation and secret escapes, challenging the foundations of their destinies.

Pairing - Aemond Targaryen x Stark reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2649

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"I do not wish to marry her," Aemond stated plainly as he sparred with Ser Criston. His strikes were precise and controlled, each movement a testament to his rigorous training.

"Why is that?" Criston asked, deftly dodging a blow and countering with a swift jab.

"We are not compatible," Aemond replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He parried Criston's strike and stepped back, his posture relaxed yet ready.

Criston took a moment to catch his breath, curiosity evident in his gaze. "In what way?"

"The cold has never been my thing," Aemond continued, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. "Fire and ice may sound poetic, but in reality, they cannot coexist." 

He executed a series of rapid strikes, each one more forceful than the last, pushing Criston onto the defensive.

"Fire and ice," Criston echoed, pausing to assess his prince. "You believe your temperaments will clash?"

Aemond nodded, his expression hardening. "Her demeanour will likely be as frigid as winter, and I have no desire to spend my days trying to thaw her out. I require a partner with passion, someone who complements my own fire, not extinguishes it."

Criston nodded thoughtfully, their sparring momentarily forgotten as he considered Aemond's words. "But this marriage will also be a union of houses, a strategic alliance?"

Aemond's eye narrowed, his frustration evident. "Yes, but at what cost? An alliance built on a foundation of discord is doomed to crumble. I seek a companion who can stand beside me, not merely as a figurehead, but as an equal."

Criston resumed their sparring, his strikes probing, testing Aemond's resolve. "And who, then, do you believe could be this partner?"

Aemond's expression softened for a moment. "Someone with fire in her veins, someone unafraid to challenge me, to push me to be better. A woman of strength and ambition, who understands the burdens of our positions and does not shy away from them."

As they continued their bout, the clash of swords echoed through the training yard. Criston offered a small nod of approval. "Then perhaps, my prince, you should seek not just a match of convenience, but a match of minds."

Aemond's eyes met Criston's. "Indeed, Ser Criston. Indeed."

They resumed their training, the prince's mind alight with possibilities. He would not settle for less than what he believed was his due.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

"Lady Stark," the Queen greeted as I stepped out of my carriage, her voice warm yet commanding.

"Your Grace," I replied, dropping into a deep curtsy, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I trust the journey from the North was well?" she inquired, her gaze unwavering. 

I nodded, clearing my throat, acutely aware of the eyes upon me. The sudden attention from the welcome party was overwhelming, anxiety tightening its grip on me.

"It was as smooth as can be, Your Grace," I answered, forcing a polite smile. 

The cloak around my shoulders felt incredibly heavy and suffocating, its weight a tangible reminder of the expectations that came with it.

As I straightened, I noticed a figure standing slightly apart from the rest, his presence commanding yet enigmatic. Prince Aemond Targaryen, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. His expression was one of surprise as if he had not anticipated my arrival or perhaps my demeanour.

"Lady Stark," Aemond said, stepping forward. His voice was measured, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Welcome to King's Landing."

"Thank you, Prince Aemond," I replied, dipping my head in acknowledgement. 

Up close, his sharp features and the fire in his eye were even more striking. He studied me for a moment, and I could sense the wheels turning in his mind.

"I must say, the tales of Northern resilience do not do you justice," he remarked, his lips curving into a slight smile. "You appear far more formidable than I imagined."

The comment caught me off guard, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "Your words are kind, Prince Aemond," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We Northerners are accustomed to enduring much."

"Endurance is a virtue we all must learn," Aemond replied, his gaze lingering on me. "And yet, there is more to strength than mere endurance."

Our exchange was interrupted by the Queen, who gestured for us to proceed inside. "Come, Lady Stark, you must be weary from your travels. Allow us to make you comfortable."

As we moved towards the entrance of the Keep, I couldn't help but steal glances at Aemond. There was something magnetic about him, an unspoken challenge in his eye that both intrigued and unnerved me. He walked beside me, his posture regal, his presence commanding.

"You must forgive the formality of your reception," Aemond said quietly, his voice meant for my ears alone. "It is not often we receive guests of such... distinction."

"I understand," I replied, matching his tone. "The North is far, and our visits infrequent."

He nodded, and a silence fell between us, filled with unspoken thoughts and assessments. As we entered the grand halls of the Keep, I felt the enormity of my situation settle over me. I had to remind myself that this was not merely a visit, it was a test, a challenge, an opportunity.

As the Queen led me to my chambers, I knew that my arrival had set something in motion, something that would shape my future in ways I could not yet comprehend and at the heart of it was Aemond.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

"Your brother, Cregan Stark, did not join you?" Aemond asked as we strolled through the Keep, a tour I suspected his mother, the Queen, had insisted upon.

"The journey is long, and it would be rather difficult to leave Winterfell unattended for such a lengthy period," I replied, sensing a subtle hint of judgment in his question.

"I understand," Aemond said thoughtfully. "It is difficult being a man in a position of power. I am glad he trusted us with the safety of his sister, though."

Clearing my throat, I met his gaze steadily. "My brother trusts me. He is well aware of how capable I am of making decisions for myself."

Aemond's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Intrigued, he slowed his pace, giving me his full attention.

"I mean to say," I continued, "that while he trusts your people to receive me and provide comfort, he also knows that I can make decisions about my future with a clear head, despite being a woman."

Aemond regarded me with a newfound respect, a subtle shift in his demeanour. 

"It is rare to find someone who speaks so candidly, Lady Stark," he said, his tone now devoid of any earlier condescension. "Especially in these halls."

"Honesty has always served me well," I replied, my voice steady despite the uncertainty of the situation. "I believe it is a strength, not a weakness."

"Indeed," Aemond agreed, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Strength comes in many forms. It seems you possess more than one."

As we continued our walk, I felt a change in the air. Aemond's initial scepticism seemed to be giving way to genuine interest. He asked me about life in the North, about the responsibilities I shouldered, and I answered with the same forthrightness. 

Each response seemed to chip away at his preconceived notions.

"I must admit," Aemond said after a while, "I had my reservations about this match. But now, seeing your spirit and hearing your convictions, I find myself less opposed. 

His words took me by surprise. "I am glad to hear that Prince Aemond."

"You may call me Aemond," he offered a small but significant gesture. "And I look forward to seeing what more you are capable of."

We walked in silence for a moment, the tension between us easing into a more comfortable camaraderie. The Keep's imposing walls seemed a little less daunting, and the future a little less uncertain.

As we approached the end of our tour, I realized that this match might hold more potential than I had initially thought. Aemond, with his sharp mind and discerning eye, was not merely a prince but a possible ally and in the intricate dance of power and politics, an ally was a valuable thing indeed.

For the first time since arriving, I felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, in Aemond, I had found someone who could see me for who I truly was, a capable and determined woman.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

Aemond was acutely aware of the new set of eyes watching him train with Criston. Despite his focus on the sparring match, his gaze kept drifting toward my direction. Criston noticed the distraction, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"What happened to fire and ice being unable to coexist?" Criston asked, lunging forward with a swift strike. Their swords clashed, the sound ringing through the training yard.

"Fire and ice can coexist when the ice is someone with fire in their veins," Aemond replied, parrying the blow with a deft movement. "Someone unafraid to be outspoken and passionate."

With a final, powerful thrust, Aemond disarmed Ser Criston, sending his sword flying across the yard. The match concluded, and he turned to face the source of his distraction. I stood at the edge of the training yard, my eyes locked onto his with an intensity that sent a thrill down his spine. 

A smirk played on my lips as I began to clap, the sound slow and deliberate.

"Well done, Aemond," I called out, my voice carrying a blend of admiration and challenge.

Aemond's lips curved into a slight smile, his earlier words to Criston echoing in his mind. He approached me, wiping the sweat from his brow, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through his veins.

"Enjoying the show, Lady Stark?" he asked, his tone teasing.

I met his gaze unwaveringly. "I must say, you fight with remarkable skill. It seems the tales of your prowess are not exaggerated."

Aemond inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Thank you. Your presence has a way of making a man want to prove himself."

"Is that so?" I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Then perhaps I should observe more often."

"I would not object," Aemond said, the flirtation in his voice unmistakable. "It seems your presence has inspired me to perform at my best."

I smiled a genuine expression that softened my features. "In that case, I shall make it a point to attend more frequently. It appears we both have much to gain from these encounters."

Aemond nodded, the unspoken understanding between us solidifying. 

In me, he saw a kindred spirit, someone who matched his passion and strength, someone who could stand beside him as an equal. The prospect of our union no longer felt like a mere political arrangement but a partnership filled with potential.

As we walked back towards the castle, side by side, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. 

For the first time, he looked forward to the future, not just as a prince fulfilling his duty, but as a man embarking on a journey with a woman who could truly challenge and inspire him.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

Three moons remained until our wedding, and here I was, sneaking out of the Keep with Aemond close behind me.

"If we are caught, we will surely be in trouble," I said, walking up an isolated path.

"I am the prince. I do not get in trouble," Aemond replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes at his attitude but couldn't suppress the giggle that escaped my lips.

To him, the sound was like a melody. Aemond found it hard to admit that every moment he spent with his betrothed made him fall further and further in awe of my charm. 

It was why he found himself letting me lead the way on our secret escape, despite having no clue where I was headed.

I stopped abruptly, and Aemond walked into my back, realizing the reason for my sudden halt.

"Vhagar is too big to be kept in the dragon pit," he explained, now taking the lead towards his dragon, who sat calmly upon a hill.

He stopped in front of her, placing his hand on her scales. "You are afraid," he guessed without looking back.

"No," I answered, and he looked back, surprised by my response.

"I am in awe. She is a formidable beast," I added, and Aemond knew there was no hint of a lie in my words. I took a step closer, standing next to Aemond.

"Touch her," he said and I raised an eyebrow, I knew dragons only allowed their riders to get close.

"Come on," Aemond encouraged, grabbing my hand and placing it on Vhagar. He rested his hand over mine as I gently touched Vhagar.

Vhagar stirred a little, her eyes narrow and bold. She regarded me with a curious intelligence. It was perhaps the most daring thing I had ever done. Vhagar was known to be the queen of all dragons, the hardened survivor of a hundred battles.

But I trusted Aemond. I trusted that he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

"She is incredible," I whispered, marvelling at the dragon's sheer size and power.

Aemond's grip on my hand tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. "She senses your intentions," he said softly. "Dragons are more perceptive than we often give them credit for."

With a confident gesture, Aemond mounted Vhagar's back, then extended his hand for me to take.

"No, I do not wish to be eaten," I said, hesitating, acutely aware of my limits.

"Do you trust me?" he asked earnestly. I sighed, then took a cautious step forward, finally allowing him to hoist me up onto the dragon's powerful form.

I settled in behind him, and he placed my hands securely around his waist.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady and reassuring as Vhagar unfurled her massive wings.

With a powerful thrust, Vhagar leapt into the sky, the ground quickly receding below us. The wind rushed past, cold and invigorating, making me tighten my grip on Aemond.

As Vhagar soared higher, the landscape below transformed into a breathtaking mosaic of fields, rivers, and distant mountains. The sensation of flight was overwhelming, filling me with an exhilarating sense of freedom and awe.

Aemond glanced back at me with a grin. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice carrying effortlessly over the wind.

"Unbelievable," I replied, unable to hide the awe in my voice. "I've never experienced anything like this."

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "It's a different world up here, isn't it?"

Vhagar flew with a grace that belied her size, her powerful wings beating rhythmically. The sensation of gliding through the sky, so far above the earth, was indescribable. I felt a thrill of excitement and a strange sense of peace.

"Let's see something truly spectacular," Aemond declared, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he spurred Vhagar higher into the heavens.

We ascended until the air grew colder and thinner, the world below shrinking into a distant panorama. Aemond guided Vhagar towards a mountain range, the peaks dusted with snow and glistening in the sunlight.

As we neared the summit of the highest peak, Aemond pointed. "Look there," he said.

I followed his gaze and gasped. Nestled in a hidden valley was a crystalline lake, its surface reflecting the sky like a mirror. The untouched beauty of the scene took my breath away.

"Isn't it magnificent?" Aemond asked, his voice laced with pride, clearly pleased by my reaction.

"It's incredible," I agreed, my heart swelling with the beauty of it all.

He gave a satisfied nod, enjoying my awe. "Shall we head back before we are missed?" Aemond asked after a while.

"Yes," I agreed, though I was reluctant to leave this moment behind. "But I hope we can do this again."

As we made our way back to the Red Keep, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for the future. The stark contrast of fire and ice no longer felt like an insurmountable divide, but rather a dance of elements, each enhancing the other.

A/n -  Opposites attract!

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Relief of King Djoser

Old Kingdom, 3rd Dynasty, ca. 2686-2649 BC. From Heliopolis. Now in the Egyptian Museum of Turin. S. 02671/20 Read more

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Writing Prompt #2649

It was only meant to satisfy a curiosity. It was never meant to be something lasting.

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have a bunch of stuff i've converted for @chrissybrown1127, now fixed up and uploaded in bulk! included are: @its-adrienpastel's valtiel set, 4t2'd; @janika31's 4t2 @madlensims abigail outfit made top-only; and last but not least, @trillyke's hol'up top, 4t2'd!

if you want that adorable peggy deco, it can be found here by nightlightx! all 3 sets of clothing are low-poly, with all morphs and at least 2 age groups covered. more info + individual previews are under the cut 👇 but if you want to be surprised...

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 🐧💝

credits go to @janika31 for the 4t2 conversion used; @its-adrienpastel, @madlensims, and @trillyke for the original ts4 creations; @picknmixsims for the repository wizard, which slayed so much while age-converting everything, and ea/maxis for some meshes and textures used 🥰

4T2 ADRIENPASTEL VALTIEL SWEATER - 2649 polys, cu and tm-em only - 6 swatches, categorised as everydaywear - all morphs included - note that there may be some raised squares visible, idk why they're there either

4T2 ADRIENPASTEL VALTIEL CARGOS - 1909 polys, cu and tm-em only - paired with 4t2 ep01 boots knit lace by yours truly - 6 swatches, categorised as everyday/outerwear... i think - all morphs included - note that there may be some raised squares visible, idk why they're there either

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF

JANIKA31 MADLEN ABIGAIL OUTFIT TOP-ONLY - 2894 polys, tf-af only - 6 original swatches, categorised as everyday/outerwear - all morphs included - categorised as a top, you'll need pantless bottoms to go with it

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF

4T2 TRILLYKE HOL'UP TOP - 1945 polys, tf-af only - 12 swatches, categorised as everydaywear - all morphs included

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i hope you and peggy enjoy these little offerings, chrissy! if there are any issues that you guys find with this set, please don't be afraid to let me know! happy simming, and when you download this, do keep in mind,

Love, ~ Ky 💞

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“And we're not doing ourselves or our dogs any favor by pretending that any of this is normal.

And so again, to contextualize the anthropocene and the world we are living in is absolutely unprecedented. The rate of change that is still occurring and frankly, even speeding up now, it's never occurred in the history of the planet before. And we are like, this is normal.

No, none of this is normal. None of this was here 100 years ago. And like we haven't evolved and our dogs haven't evolved to those conditions.

But as we're kind of putting out all these messages and signals, like on TV and social media and whatever, that like, this is normal. And if you're not getting along with this, then like, I don't know what's wrong with you.

When the truth is, is that the research that's coming out on humans, you know, there was a study I just heard about this week where, you know, they pulled a few thousand teenage girls and over 65% of them felt completely and totally helpless.

But on the outside, we're posting on social media, little smiles and all the fun things we're doing. And our whole, those three circles for us, like, are so compromised as well. I mean, I kind of put this out a few decades ago, and I made myself so depressed in the process, I stepped away from it, but it doesn't mean it's any less true.

The idea that dogs are kind of an indicator species for us, right?

They're like the dog in the coal mine, because they're like screaming for help, rather than telling themselves, this is all perfectly normal, I must be the problem, that I'm not fitting in.

Like dogs don't flip it back on themselves in that way, automatically, you know?

Whereas we're like, I'm broken, I'm not working, where it's like, no, this whole world isn't working. And like, this is where I actually think, this is what's so inspiring about this moment, if we can lean into it. We have an opportunity to help ourselves and our dogs.

And in a way, it's almost easier to look at the dogs first. It's really hard to put the microscope back on ourselves.”

From Cog-Dog Radio: Consequences of Captivity with Kim Brophey, 22 Jan 2025

https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/cog-dog-radio/id1128562867?i=1000684853950&r=2649

This part was a massive highlight from the discussion between Kim Brophey and Sarah Stremming about our dogs being captive animals - but also humans being captive in the system of capitalism!!!

This is what I’ve been saying for years in the anti vs pro zoological facilities discussions. We think we’re free but we’re not. While we are not living in physical cages we are caged by the systems that a select few have created to benefit themselves.

We are living in captive environments where we have limited autonomy because our whole system of existence is based in working to make money and creating a culture of hyper individualism that is extremely unnatural and unhealthy for social species!

Our dogs being indicator species was something I had never considered before but it makes so much sense. Just like our dogs have been unable to biologically adapt to the rapidly changing world, we are too!